All language subtitles for State.of.the.Union.S01E10.Another.Drink.WEBRip.x264-ION10

We haven't arrived together once
in the last ten weeks.

It's an omen.

Can I get a pint of Pride
and glass of white wine, please?

An omen or a symbol?
Aren't omens bad?

Don't they just predict change?

Well, there you are.

We arrive at the pub together
for our last session.

- Why is it our last session?
- Well, I moved back in.

We've had sex twice
in the last eight days.

Sorted.

When we started seeing Kenyon,
you hadn't even moved out,

so you moving in just takes us
back to where we started.

- And the sex is...
- Don't start on the sex.

Just leave it alone.

Don't knock it. It's my only
accomplishment of the year.

Look, all I was going to say
is that...

- Thanks.
-...it should be there.

We're young, we're married,
we should be having sex.

And we are. We started seeing
Kenyon because we'd stopped.

And now we've started again.
So there we are. Tick, move on.

Cheers.

So what happened
to your feelings of humiliation?

Gone. We had sex.

And what your hurt and anger
about my affair?

Oh, I've buried that deep.

Yeah, that won't manifest itself
until much later

as some sort
of physical ailment.

Heart attack or cancer.

And you think that's healthy?

Do I think heart disease
or cancer are healthy?

No. No, I don't.

But the burying
which will result in cancer,

do you think that's healthy?

Yes, I do, in the short term.

What about the other things
we talked about in the sessions?

Like what?

Tom, in the last few weeks
we've both aired more grievances

than, I don't know...

Maybe looking at some sort
of peace process,

Middle East, Northern Ireland.

I was trying
to avoid the clichés.

The thing
about peace processes is,

it's usually one big grievance.
We have a thousand.

So I don't know
what the right analogy would be.

Well, ours comes down
to one really.

- Go on.
- We're married.

Everything else is an offshoot.

We wouldn't argue
about my sister

if we weren't married.
You'd say, "How's your sister?"

If I knew you had one.

If indeed I even knew you.

God, I'm presuming
we'd still be friends.

- Do you think we would?
- In the right circumstances.

- Talk me through them.
- Don't be so rude.

- Why is that rude?
- Well, or sarcastic, then.

Hold on...

you suggested
that we'd only be friends

given the right circumstances.

Why is it sarcastic to ask what
those circumstances might be?

It's as if you can't imagine
what they might be.

Well, I just presumed

that we would be friends
in any circumstances.

You weren't
presuming that at all.

You were just trying
to make me feel bad.

You're right. You're right.
And that's depressing.

- Which bit?
- You knew I was winding you up

when I said I can't imagine
us not being friends.

Which, in other words,
means I was suggesting

the exact opposite was true.

Yes, that is depressing.

But do husbands and wives
need to be friends?

- I would have thought so, yes.
- Right.

Let's just say
that on the night we met

we hadn't ended up
in bed together,

we'd just had an interesting
and agreeable conversation

and then gone our separate ways.
What then?

- What then what?
- Would you have followed up?

Yes, of course.

- Why of course?
- I wanted to have sex with you.

- Sex is off the table.
- Why?

In the parallel universe
I'm describing

we're not attracted
to each other.

Oh.

I wouldn't have spoken to you
in the first place.

Oh, my God.
You were that shallow?

No, hold on. It was a party.
We were in our 20s.

You walk into the room,
you have a little glance around

and you think,
"Ooh, where will I start?"

And you were where I started.

God.

All right, OK.
What about this?

We had a mutual friend
who asked us over for dinner

and we got on.

And then the friend asked us
to dinner again.

We got on again
and the third time it happened

we exchanged numbers
and agreed to go for a drink.

- So sex is back on the table?
- No.

- OK, I'm not following this.
- I'm talking about friendship.

Could we have been friends

if we hadn't done
any of the other stuff?

- Yeah, I can't see it.
- Thanks.

Well, no. I mean, look,

I didn't have
any friends like you.

I still don't have
any friends like you.

When we met
you had no idea

why anyone would shout Judas
at Bob Dylan.

Now I even know
the shouter's name.

- No, you don't.
- I do. Keith Butler.

Wow.

Don't get side-tracked.

I'm just saying,

I didn't know anyone
who had a GCSE in Biology,

let alone someone
who devoted their life

to the health of old people.

You hardly knew anyone
who cleaned their teeth.

- I always did. Still do.
- I know.

But where are you going with
Keith Butler and gerontology?

They're what's so great
about sex.

Really? You can't think
of another reason?

No, hold on, forget about
Keith Butler and the old people.

I'm talking
about sexual attraction.

Sometimes you want
to have sex with somebody

who's not particularly
in your actual category.

Especially so in your case,
I would imagine.

Otherwise you'd only
be having sex

with slightly malodorous men
with a bad pot habit

who only see daylight
during festival season.

What about Kim?

Or a slightly malodorous woman
with a bad pot habit

who only sees daylight
during festival season.

A lot of people think
she's very sexy.

If your idea of sexy
is owning a lot of old records.

Which I do.

Anyway, the point is,
we wouldn't have been friends.

We just wouldn't.

But we had sex

and we found this cornucopia
of things we had in common

that we would have
never unearthed otherwise.

For example?

- Crosswords.
- That's one.

Kids.

You can't put kids on the list.

They weren't a shared interest
before we had them.

But we both wanted them.
If we had both wanted...dogs

and we'd ended up
with a couple of Shih Tzus,

you would have allowed those.

All right.
Kids and crosswords.

And I love the way you think.

Don't know anyone
who thinks like you.

About what?

The world.

Scien... sciences.
Things like that.

- That is nonsense.
- Yes, I'm afraid it is.

- You don't care how I think.
- I really don't, no.

So, what, we're not friends?
Is that the upshoot?

We're married.
It's different. We...

We've built a life together
in spite of everything.

Shared language, family
and some sort of understanding.

Complete intimate knowledge

of everything to do
with the other person.

What would you call all of that?

Well...

I think I know what Kenyon
would call all of that.

I know.

And I mean,
it sort of is, isn't it?

I think it might be.

Huh.

So why is that
such an unsatisfactory answer?

- I know what you mean.
- Do you?

I think I may even know why.

Go on.

Promise you won't
be cross with me.

- No.
- Well...

It is...love
but without feeling,

if you know what I mean.

- Yes!
- Oh, thank God.

Exactly. Love without
the feeling. That's it.

You don't have to be
that enthusiastic.

Why are the kids always saying,

"Love you. Love you, Mum.
Love you, Dad"?

I never said that to my parents.

Well, there's a reason for that,
but they say it all the time.

And I mean, I do think
that they love us,

but it's deep down,
it's not on the surface

where cheap sentiment lives.

So when they say it,
it's cheap sentiment?

Yeah, it means nothing.

Do you think that's why
we don't say, "I love you"?

I do. I do.

Yes.

I mean, we don't use
the expression glibly.

We save it for when it counts.

Plus we love without feeling.

I mean, perhaps we could
practice saying it anyway.

I mean between us
it would never feel glib.

It would just be
a simple, factual recognition

of the state
that exists between us.

I think that's a good idea.

- Let's put it on the list.
- Do we have a list?

- Let's start a list.
- Let's start a list.

This might be good
to do with Kenyon.

Absolutely it would.

You know how
when you're in AA,

you have to go to AA meetings
when you've given up drinking?

Yeah, of course. They have
to be alcoholics forever.

I mean, "Hi, my name is Tom.
I've been sober for ten years."

I'm not an alcoholic.

That's for discussion
another time,

but I think we might be
a little bit like that.

Like what?

Sort of, "Our names
are Tom and Louise

"and we are
in a permanent marital crisis

"even though we live together
and have sex."

- I'm not seeing Kenyon forever.
- I'm not saying that.

I'm just saying
that we should acknowledge

that we have a flawed marriage.

We live on a fault line
and the house might collapse

at any moment.

And, I mean,
are we OK with that?

When we started
this whole thing,

you wanted to rebuild
the architecture

of our entire marriage.

Yes, I remember that.

But you don't think
that's possible?

No, I wouldn't
have thought so. No.

Otherwise it wouldn't be
our marriage anymore.

But it might be somewhere
that we may want to live.

Oh, look, he's still with us.

Oh, well, look at that.

That's made me feel suddenly
hopeful about everything.

Would you like another drink?

- Are you serious?
- Let's get drunk.

- What about Kenyon?
- I'll call her

and tell her there's been
a child emergency.

Go on, you get the drinks in.
I'll call her.

Well... Well, I don't know
what to say.

Actually, I do know what to say.

I love you.

Same again please.