All language subtitles for Dirty Filthy Love (2004)

Mark, are you up?

Yeah.

Thanks, mate.

OK, we're off now.

You are up, aren't you?

Yes!

Are you gonna be late?

No, I'm...

I'm at the... well,
I'm at the tube station.

I told you, Mark, I've
got a meeting this morning.

Uh...

Well, yeah, yeah.
No problem.

No... no problem.

What?

What?

No, I haven't got any change.

Well, hang on.

Let me have a look.

Well, OK, so I'm getting
on the train now.

And I'll be with you in...

in a half an hour.

Stevie?

Mind the gap.

Mind the gap.

What?

What are you doing?

What is the matter with you?

Sorry.

Why do you have to take so long?

Longer and longer?

It's in here.

All this?

Well, yeah.

I thought it was just a few things!

We did say "trial separation," Mark.

Uh, yeah, but...

but well, what do you mean
by "trial separation?"

We try separating.

What do you think it means?

Well, just that maybe being apart might

help us to be together again.

Um, I mean...

I mean, why don't we just divorce, then?

Why don't we never see each other again?

You're making this all so...

so final!

Oh, look, I cannot
deal with this right now.

If you wanted to talk about it, you

should have got here at 8:00
like you were supposed to.

I'm sorry if you're shocked, Mark.

What is that noise you keep making?

Well, I've just got a...
a bit of a sore throat.

You've got to be realistic, Mark.

I am being realistic!

And what I'm seeing is my marriage

boxed up and ready to go!

Mark?

All right, mate.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

I just trodded in some heron shit.

Or maybe some otter shit or something.

Definitely shit.

Right, well, you've got me for an hour.

Mobile's turned off.

How did it go?

I don't wanna talk about it.

What do you mean you,
don't wanna talk about it?

You said you needed to talk about it.

Yeah, I don't wanna talk about it.

She wouldn't even talk about it.

I thought that was the whole
point of me going round there.

What is going on?

What have I done wrong?

Well, you turned up an hour
and a half late, for starters.

I don't mean the little stuff.

I mean the bigger picture.

Remember when we went to Turkey?

I dropped a bottle of
aftershave in the bathroom.

In the bathroom.

Aftershave in the bathroom.

And I've never mentioned this before.

And yeah, I did sort of go overboard,

making sure that all the
pieces of glass were picked up,

but it's dangerous.

I mean, it only takes one
tiny, tiny shard of glass

to rip your foot apart.

Sometimes, you come even
see them they're so fine.

If you swallowed one, it'd kill you.

Aftershave?

Yeah.

And my point is, Nathan,
yeah, she flipped.

And way over the top.

She said I'd...

I'd ruined the holiday.

Now, where did that come from?

What had I done?

And yet the next day, when
we go to that palace to look

at the mosaics, it was...

I just didn't see the cracks.

I mean, they must have
been there, obviously.

She must have been unhappy.

But why?

I mean, I know.

I know I'm a nightmare at the moment.

I know that me... me being
off work was driving her mad,

but if you love someone, you're
supposed to be there for them,

aren't you?

Aren't you?

If you love them, when they're down.

You're still there for me, aren't you?

Well, actually, I've
gotta go now, but yes, I am.

Yeah, I'm still there.

Let's talk about it tonight.

Try not to dwell on it, OK?

Round and round in my head.

Be strong.

You don't go anywhere near her.

You keep at least a two
mile radius from her,

and you wait for her to contact you.

Yeah, yeah.

You're right.

I know I am.

You've got to be strong, Mark.

Now, come on.

Stop that.

Now, what's going on in your mind now?

Talk about it.

Turkey.

Not Turkey again.

Come on, we've been there.

I'd just like to ask her
what I did that was so wrong.

Mark, she's not doing this
because of one row in Turkey.

If she didn't mind getting
her feet cut to shreds, then,

fine.
Sorry for caring but.

I'm telling you, there were
shards of razor sharp glass.

Nathan!

Hi.

Hi, mate.

How's it going?

Oh, really well.

Kathy's been brilliant.

No.

No, you have.

You've listened.

That's a great quality.

Wish Stevie would listen, though.

Mark's got some news.

Haven't you?

Well, yes.

I'm... I'm going to see
Charles tomorrow, tell him

I'm ready to go back to work.

Well, that's great.

That's fantastic.

If I'm gonna get her back, I've

got to find some way of breaking
out of this cycle I'm in.

Stress, depression, can't
work, Stevie, more depression.

I've got to get a grip on things again.

This is great, Mark.

This is exactly what you need.

And if you get back to work, that

will be a positive sign
to Stevie that you are

trying to turn things around.

Yes, Yes!

Shall I bring her and tell her?

No.

- Hello, Mr. Furness.
- Hi, Allison.

I'm a little bit late.

I'll go straight in, shall I?

Uh, perhaps I should
just call them first.

OK.

I'll... I'll take a seat.

This chair?

That's fine.

Sorry.

Oh, OK.

Right.

I just think everything was...
was getting on top of me.

I had some problems in
my marriage, as you know.

I was under a lot of stress here.

Three projects on the go simultaneously.

It was the pressure I was
under that triggered off the...

um, the erratic behavior.

But the good news is,
I've had time to regroup.

I'm feeling totally
refreshed and fighting fit.

And... and I'm ready
to go back to...

Well, we're delighted, Mark,
to hear you're feeling better.

Truly.

But we have to be honest here.

Over the past six months,
we've moved on as a practice.

We've appointed a new junior partner,

and he's performing extremely well.

Who?

I really don't think that's...

- Gareth.
- Hm!

Gareth?

Oh, I see.

I see.

So get me to train him
up, so he can take my job?

Thanks.

You're an extremely
talented architect, Mark.

There's no doubt about that.

But I'm not sure you're ready yet.

And we can't risk a recurrence
of what happened before.

You know what we're talking about.

Missing deadlines and so on.

The loss of the Seven Arches contract.

Cunt!

That's not fair.

You know how much I've helped
to build this practice up.

Fuck!

Um, sorry.

Um, OK, I've... I've made
some mistakes, but I

think I deserve another chance.

You know, I need to get back to work.

I need to cunt...

Ahem.

You cunt!

We've prepared a
severance package for you.

I think you'll find the
terms are very generous.

Fuck you!

Hi, mate.

Gareth.

How'd it go?

Well, you're in my office,
Gareth, doing my job.

I think you know how it went.

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

Um, look, I just wanted to...

Don't.

All right?

It's not your fault.
I'll see you around.

Oh, Mark.

Rest of your stuff.

My stuff.

Thanks.

Hey, look.

Another one's escaped.

Um, could you just get me another coffee?

I'm gonna go make a quick phone call.

Sure.

Stevie!

What do you think you're doing?

What, me?

Well, I was... I
was just walking.

I'm... I'm not stalking you.

I... I just wanted to see you.

You were barking at that dog.

You're really starting to scare me, Mark.

Oh, yes?

Well, I'm sorry about that.

Who's he?

He is Josh, a work colleague.

A lovely guy who's just started.

I'm just helping to train him up.

Why were you touching him?

What?

You were holding his hands
and laughing at his jokes.

I was not laughing at his jokes.

Yes, you were.

And it wasn't just polite laughter.

It was full on throwing...

It's fine.

Throwing your head back and guffawing.

Well, maybe he said something funny.

Like what?

You don't seem too keen to
laugh at things when I'm around.

Because you're just not funny anymore!

You're seeing him.

All right.

I'm going back in there,
and you are going home, OK?

Goodbye.

I'm not.

And even if I were, it has
got nothing to do with you.

We are both free to see other people.

That is what being separated means.

Get used to it.

Bitch, bitch!

Get help.

Is everything all right?

Yeah.

So who was he?

He was, uh, my husband.

I know what you're gonna say.

You're gonna say it's the depression,

but I feel so just bewildered by things.

There has to be something
more to it than that.

Why?

Because depression can't
explain everything away.

Well, out of interest, what
else do you think it might be?

OK, well, I've got it
down to three possibles.

Meningitis, early senile dementia,

or maybe a... a brain tumor.

What do you think?

You know what I think.

You're clinically depressed.

Yeah, but I told my boss
to F off the other day.

I... I just couldn't...

I couldn't stop myself.

OK.

Well, no, it's not.

He sacked me.

Now I'm... I'm having
difficulty concentrating.

I... I get headaches sometimes.

Confusion.

I get really down about
things, black moods.

I can't stop thinking about...

What?

Sex.

Sex?

Fuck!

Sorry.

Um, sex with my wife.

Well, that's good.

No.

No, it's not good.

We're having a trial separation.

Ah.

I keep doing these peculiar things.

I can't really describe it.

We discussed this in great
detail when I last saw you.

I'm pushing her away.

And I love her so much.

I'm getting desperate.

Calm down now.

We've had you on 20 milligrams a day.

Let's try you on a stronger dosage,

see if we can't break
the vicious circle, hm?

Thanks.

How did it go?

Sorry?

Oh, let me guess.

Keroxotine, 20 milligrams a day.

Maybe 14.

Did he up your dosage?

Come back and see me in a month.

Excuse me?

Where to, guv'nor?

Uh, Kent... Kentish Town.

Do I know you?

Sorry, but I noticed
you in the waiting room.

I'm very good at spotting it.

It takes one to know one.

Right.

Uh, good at spotting what?

Do you want this cab or not?

Yeah.

Yeah, I do.

I'm with the self-help group.

We meet every Tuesday, and there's,

um, six of us in the group, so we

- could do with an extra person.
- Six?

Yeah.

And if you came alone, that
would be seven, which would be

good for me, because I have
a problem with odd numbers,

and it's good therapy
for me to have to fight.

Not that I really want to, but so anyway,

my phone number's on
the back of the card,

if you fancy coming along.

Thanks.

Yeah.

All right, mate?

Nightingale room?

Um, yeah.

First time?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's ridiculous, isn't it?

I've been on them for bloody ages

to get a room on the ground floor.

Anyway, it's up here on the left.

OK I'll tell you exactly why I failed.

I was sitting in the exam
hall, ready to begin, paper

in front of me, confident.

Yep, all my revision in place.

Because... because Anthony shitty
Shipham was off with the flu,

I ended up in a row of nine
students instead of 10.

Yeah, and that was it.

Gone.

I couldn't cope with the odd number.

I could barely even write my
name at the top of the paper.

Hi.

What was your name again?

Um, Mark.

Well, you sort of missed
the beginning this week, Mark.

Do you wanna leave it
and come back next week?

Christ, Charlotte, it's his first time.

Uh, I...

No, Mark's here now.

Let him take a seat and join in.

If you must.

OK, there's... there's
seven of us, then.

Seven.

Come on, your exam.

What was your point?

Yeah, um.

Um... um, Gemma thinks we
should celebrate our illness.

Personally, I can't see
anything to celebrate

about me failing my exam because Anthony

shitty Shipham had the flu.

Obsessive-compulsive disorder.

It makes you who you are.

Would you have even been
sitting that exam without it?

That is dangerous talk, and you know it.

While we sit here, week in week out,

because we have an illness...

Gemma, you try telling
cancer patients their tumors

are a part of them.

So why are you here, then?

Hm, Gemma?

To celebrate making your boyfriend

strip off all his clothes before
you let him in the house, eh?

To celebrate the fact that you spent

all day sniffing your fingers?

See, you're ashamed of what you do, just

like the rest of us, Gemma.

Fuck off, Charlie.

Ooh.

And one more thing, Miss Charlotte.

Is the trip to the farm still happening?

Yes, Hasim.

We meet on... on
Saturday morning 10:00.

10:00.

But... but in that case, will we
be expected to wear Wellington

boots?

You see, the rubber does not
allow the feet to breathe.

They become very smelly and sweaty.

Wellingtons are entirely optional, Hasim.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you very much.

So what do you think?

Well, I'm amazed.

I thought...

You thought it was only you.

Yeah, that's what I I used to think.

You'd be surprised how many
of us there are out there.

It's rude to stare.

So I started to obsess
about not wanting him to see

me at the point of climax.

Why not?

You know.

Worried about how ugly I'd look.

That face we all put.

And at my age.

Hasim, turn it back on, please.

So many apologies.

Apologies.

So there we were, me
trying to look away from him,

him on top of me, trying to
pull my face back toward him.

Pulling and straining, and I
farted and fell off the bed.

Hasim!

Freak you out in there, did it?

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, a bit.

Can be a bit full on.

The whole point is to be
honest with each other.

No cover-ups, no disguise.

Just the freedom of sticking
there with a bunch of nutters

just as loony as you are.

Yeah.

Nice tits.

Ahem.

Thank you.

Yeah, she just winds me up sometimes,

Gemma, with all this "live with
it, it's part of you" shit.

By the way, that can be connected.

What can?

"Nice tits," blurting stuff out.

That's Tourette Syndrome,
or maybe some kind

of vocal tic disorder.

They can both be linked to OCD.

What, I've got something else as well?

Because you're special, Mark.

Actually, I don't know too much about it,

except it's all to do with
fucked up neurotransmitters.

Neurotransmitters?

Hm.

Yeah, whatever they are, yeah.

Does she really make
her boyfriend strip off?

Every stitch.

I've seen it.

He was standing on the porch,
and she was holding out

a bin-liner for him.

No way!

I swear.

Bollocks!

Sorry.

Don't be.

It's not your fault.
None of this is.

We can still laugh about it, can't we?

Yeah.

So what other stuff do you get up to?

Oh, uh.

What's the matter?

Do you not like talking about it?

It just seems so weird.

That's all.

I... I've spent so long trying
to keep it a secret, even...

even from myself.

You know?

And here I am, confessing it
all to someone I've just met.

Tit, ass fuck!

I mean, you seem so normal.

Two years of therapy,
five years of medication

and I still can't take a sip
without looking like a tit.

Tit.

Tit fuck!
Sorry.

Why?

What sort of therapy?

Cognitive behavioral therapy.

What's that?

Retraining the brain
to think differently.

OK.

Right, this is the brain.

Now, let's say this half gets a thought.

You know the type.

Something terrible will
happen to my family

if I don't walk into a room backwards.

No, no, no.
I'm serious.

I'm serious.

Have I switched off the gas?

Are my hands dirty?
Whatever.

Now, normal people have
these thoughts, too,

but the part of the brain that
deals with this stuff kicks in

and they immediately
rationalize and get rid of them.

But with ours, that part
doesn't work properly.

The neurotransmitters.

Exactly!

Yeah, they're chewing gum thoughts.

Just go round and round chewing
on them and chewing on them,

but they never get digested.

So what does the therapy do?

Trains you to recognize unwanted thoughts

for what they are.

And instead of giving into them,
washing your hands 57 times,

going up and down stairs,
you turn into what's

called white noise, and you
learn to try and ignore it,

no matter how loud it gets.

And believe me, it can
get bloody noisy in there,

give you agony.

But if you're determined enough, it

always will eventually go away.

It has to, because it really
is a most ridiculous illness.

I mean, at least with autism or
something, they have no idea.

We're completely aware of
how stupid and pathetic

we're being, but we can't stop ourselves.

Actually, um, my wife
once caught me soaking

my balls in white spirit.

Brilliant.

You've gotta tell me all about it.

"Air-Tex," very clever material.

Allows the feet to breathe.

No sweating, no smelling.

You're joking, aren't you?

That's a bloody timebomb, that is.

Very, very dangerous
things, thermos flasks.

Them and McDonald's hot apple pies.

Yeah, OK, guys, remember,
we agreed today was going

to be a wet wipe-free zone.

So could you please also render
your wet wipes, which will be

returned at the end of the day.

Come on, hurry up!

Thank you.

Ah-ha.

Come on, Geraldine.

Come on.

Come on!

Good news.

Gwyn the farmer says we can collect

eggs and feed the calves later.

Isn't that great?

Right, come on.

Let's start as we mean to go on.

Everyone down on their knees.

Come on, knees.

That's gonna ruin the
fabric of my trousers.

Kneel!

Let's start as we mean to go on.

Now, this is what I want you to do.

Take a good handful of dirt
and work it in thoroughly.

What if there's you-know-what in it?

Oh, for god's sake, just do it.

Don't think about it.

All of you!

Mark!

I can't.

I can't!

Get on with it, Gemma.

The time doesn't start
until we have all done it.

For Christ's sake, get on with it, Gemma.

Just do it!

Please, Gemma, please.

Would you hurry up?

All right.

Ugh!

OK, five minutes.

Just kneeling there with
muck all over their hands.

No, Gwyn reckons they're
some sort of cult.

Definitely.

Steady, Kenneth.

Come on, 30 seconds.

Bloody torture, this is.

Not long.

Come on, come on.

10 seconds.

Come on, fight it, Kenneth!

Fight it, mate.

You can do it.

Five, four, three, two, one.

We did it, we did it, we did it!

Fantastic!

Christ's sake, Hasim, leave
the bloody things alone!

So sorry.

Oh, look.

Oh, it's so lovely.

It's still warm.

Quick, feel it.

Bless you, Mrs. Chicken.

You're so clever.

Don't worry.

They won't hurt you.

It's the other end what
you need to worry about.

Why?

Why's that?

They're scouring.

They've got the shits.

Oh.

Mr. Rhodri.

Feel the miracle!

I'm going nowhere near that bloody egg.

Why not?

One word... salmonella.

Try it, Kenneth.

It's disgusting and
wonderful at the same time.

Thanks for today.

It's been good.

Long time since I felt like this.

Nice ass.

No, I haven't got Tourette's.

I'm saying "nice ass."

So you're married, then?

Uh, well, separated, really.

For now.

What does that mean?

Well, if I can get
myself well again, maybe

there's hope for us.

What about you?

Single.

Since 1998, December 12th, the night

he came home and found
me crying hysterically,

because I thought I'd caught cancer

from the TV remote control.

What, from the rays it sends out?

Yeah.

I know, Mark, they're harmless.

Right.

Yeah.

Yeah, that was the last straw for him.

Bastard.

All I wanted was a cuddle.

Not much to ask, is it, from
someone who says he loves you.

No.

No, it's not.

Ever since, I've been an odd number,

a one, never to be a two.

I think that's God's little joke on me.

But I'm gonna win.

I refuse to go to my grave
holding a packet of wet wipes.

So you coming out for a drink tonight?

Uh, no, mate.

I've gotta get this done.

What is all that?

Homework.

Homework?

Yeah, from the group.

Is that Charlotte gonna tell you off

if you don't get it in on time?

You like her, don't you?

Charlotte?

Yeah, she's great.

What sort of homework is it?

Uh, I've got to describe all my OCDs,

what they're like, when they
happen, how often, how severe.

Can you tell us about them?

Oh, yes, go on.

Are you allowed?

Don't see why not.

Uh.

Go on, then, pick one.

Clothes, eyes, talking, cleaning teeth,

getting out of bed, blowing my nose,

nails, sitting, bathing, eating.

Sitting.

Sitting.

Okey, dokey.

Sitting.

Why sitting?

Because you always do that thing.

What thing?

Up and down.

Checking the seat.

Yeah, you do.

Oh.

OK, uh, sitting.

Ahem.

Ahem.

"As I sit on this chair,
I'm damaging my coccyx

and spine with the impact.

This, in turn, causes a...

a ripple effect up through my body,

neck jerking, sending head
forward, causing teeth

to gnash together and chip.

At the same time, I am also damaging

the structure of the chair.

The frame is splintering,
buckling under my weight.

The carpet below is damaged.

And underneath that, the foundations,

the concrete is cracking.

So that's sitting.

I don't wash/soap soap enough,
the genital area or my anus.

Afraid of scratching my
anus with sharp nails.

I don't rinse my armpits enough.

Also, I... I don't rinse my
genitals or anus enough.

Standing up, I'm very
close to catching my head

on the... on the shower rail.

I don't rinse/swill the soapy
water enough for my hair,

for my feet.

Fear of soap drying and causing a rash.

Also soaking and staining the rug.

Also fear of damaging genitals by drying

them too hard with the towel.

And finally, blowing my nose.

I blow too hard, causing
my eardrums to burst

and worse, a blood clot/stroke
to happen in the brain."

How do you feel?

Uh, purged.

I'm not particularly thrilled
about discussing soap

in my anus/genitals
with a roomful of people

I hardly know, but no.

It's good to get them out in the open.

I mean my OCDs.

Blood good, that was.

Yeah, some new ones there for me,

especially that one about
sitting on the toilet.

It's funny that, because you
know what you said about lining

your feet up with the wall?

I always have to have mine
at an angle pointing in.

Yeah, thank you for that, Rhodri.

Yeah.

You did really well.

You were very brave.

Yes.

Yes.

Oh, yes!

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

Hi, Kathy.

Sorry, sorry.

Sorry.

Had a few drinks.

Sleep well.

Good night.

But it doesn't make any sense.

I'm getting myself well.

I need to speak to her.

Not a good idea.

She's expressly requested
all communication to be

through solicitors from now on.

But I'm doing this for her!

She wants a divorce.

Sorry.

Yes, well, this all seems
pretty straightforward.

My client understands that
Mr. Furness will need to set

himself up somewhere new.

She... she... she will take on
the mortgage on the marital

home until such time...

Such time as the property is sold.

50/50 split of the proceeds.

It all seems very reasonable.

Oh, I'm sure it is very reasonable.

Very bloody reasonable.

Sorry.

I know this can't be easy,
but honestly, take it from me.

If you could keep hold of...

Beardy!

Sorry.
Beardy!

Sorry.

Twat!

Sorry.

I'm sorry, Richard.

I'm sorry.

I'm just a little, uh, worked up.

Just...

That's OK.

Take your time.

- Fat bastard!
- Calm down.

Calm down, Mark.

Try and focus on why
she wants the divorce.

Well, it's obvious, isn't it?

Oh, put them there, there.

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

It's because of this!

I've driven her away by being
a total fucking fruitcake.

Tits!

Tits, pussy!

Fucking pussy, tits!

Calm down, Mark!

I'm fighting it, Charlotte.

I'm... I really am.

It's so powerful.

Help me, please.

You've got to consider
professional help, Mark.

A proper course of therapy.

I haven't got time.

Oh.

Oh, what are you doing?

Right.

I want you to be a witness here.

I am declaring war on this disease.

Sprinkle, sprinkle little star.

How I And wonder what you are.

Stop it, Mark!

- Stop!
- No, I'm all right.

Really, I know what I'm doing!

Stop!

Please!

There.

What do you think?

Ridiculous!

Yeah, and this lot's
gonna stay on for an hour

and a half hour now minimum.

No trouble.

I'm telling you, I'm going to beat it.

You're suffering now, aren't you?

Me?

No, no.

I should've let you go home on the bus.

Come on, there's some
wet wipes in the dash.

I'm fine.

Mark, how far down this road?

Just a bit further.

- How far?
- Just...

Where?

Just coming up here, here.

Here, here.

Stevie!
That's her.

That's my wife!

Thanks for the lift.

There's no one in.

No, they're... they're at work.

What is that stuff on your face?

Oh, it's... it's...
it's chocolate powder.

It's like a hot chocolate
drink, an energy drink.

I had a bit of an accident.

Why... why are you here?

I... I thought you
might have heard

from your solicitor by now.

I'll... I'll wipe this off.

Who was she outside?

Uh, Charlotte.

She's... she's just a mate.

Have you got any condoms?

Um, no.

No.

It's OK.

Concentrate.

Yeah.

Concentrate!

Oh, this is good.

Oh, this is so good.

Oh, I think I'm...

I'm coming!

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, what?

No, no, not yet.

I'm there.

No, just a minute!

No!

Yes!

Oh, please, please, not yet!

I think I'm coming, too.

I'm coming!

Oh, it was perfect, Charlie.

Just perfect.

Beautiful.

I wish you'd been there.

I don't think so.

No, sorry.

I didn't mean it like that.

I just meant...

Yeah, so... so what
are you gonna do now?

Woo her.

What?

Woo her.

I'm gonna woo her.

She thinks we should go
ahead with the divorce

and... and then start
all over again.

You know, draw a line under the past.

OK.

Well, if you think that's
the right thing to do.

Yeah, yeah.
I think it is.

Thanks, Charlie, for
helping me through this.

Yeah.

So is that it?

That's it.

Good old Bertie.

Bertie?

Berthold Lubetkin, he designed them.

One of my heroes.

Aren't they fantastic?

Uh, I suppose so, if your name's Lenin.

You're not seeing them at their best.

Follow me.

Wow.

No, wait.

Just keep going.

God, it's amazing.

It really is.

I can't believe what's his name.

Uh, Lubetkin.

Bertie.

Yeah, Bertie.

I can't believe he went to all
this trouble for a stairwell.

Yeah, well, he wanted
everyone who lived here

to have something beautiful, so he

chose the one part of the building

that they all had to use.

Stairs.

That's nice.

That's a sweet thought.

Yeah, thank you, Bertie.

God, I just feel so frustrated.

I wanna work again.

You will.

Have faith in yourself.

We've all got our struggles, each of us,

but to be allowed to
take my little girl out

to the park for the first
time in seven months,

me and her, I tell you,
it was bloody brilliant.

So what happens is, she leans over me,

and a bit of her bloody ice cream

falls on my bloody trouser, doesn't it?

For god's sake, Hasim.

I'm so sorry.

Well, that was it, wasn't it?
Disaster.

I started obsessing
that the chemicals in it

would eat through the
fabric into my skin.

And anyway, long story short,
I look up, and she's gone.

Next thing I hear is an
almighty screech of breaks.

I run out to the road, people had

already started to gather round,
and there she was, hysterical.

She was all right, thank god.

But when I got her home and
her mother so the distress

she was in, and said
"you've blown it now.

You know that, don't you?"

Poor Roger, eh?

That is the definition
of madness, isn't it?

For that moment, his
OCD was more important

to him, even than his child.

His child.

Madness.

Yeah, madness, yeah, yeah.

She had a condom, Charlie, in her bag.

- Who?
- Stevie.

It didn't hit me at the time,
but thinking about it now, why?

Why?

What was she doing with
a condom in her bag?

Mark, have you listened
to anything today?

The purpose of these sessions
is to share experiences.

What is the point of coming
if you don't even listen?

Well, I was just wondering.

That's all.

You don't think she's
seeing someone, do you?

No, but then she wouldn't have
had sex with me, would she?

Why don't you try and spend a few moments

wondering about somewhere else.

What about Rhodri and his problems?

Did I hear my name?

Well, I'll tell you what, Charlie,

I feel better today just
for having talked about it,

you know?

You've always been so lovely.

As Gemma was saying
over there, it's not...

it's not what happened...

Rhod?

Yes, love?

Can you go, please?

What?

It's just, you know, three.

Odd number.

What?

Oh, for christ's sake.

Sorry for breathing.

I'm sorry, Rhod.

Yeah, forget it.

I'm just having a bad night!

Fuck!

Yeah, try thinking about
someone else's problems.

Do you really want to know what I think?

I think you've been separated
from your wife for a year,

and she's entitled to sleep
with whoever she wants.

It's just one big wallow
with you, isn't it, Mark?

Stevie, Stevie this, Stevie that.

I mean, what are you coming
to these meetings for?

Marriage guidance on the cheap?

Well, you know what?

You're right.

What am I doing here?

I'm back with my wife again.

I'm... I'm back in control again.

Oh, so you're back with her, are you?

Oh, for god's sake, it
was a sympathy fuck.

That's all.

She felt sorry for you.

Oh, it's an ugly thing, jealousy.

Jealousy?

Yeah, you might not
like being on your own,

but there's no reason to
take it out on me, OK?

How dare you!

How fucking dare you!

OK, bye, bye!

Yes, yes.

And don't you dare come back!

Bastard!

Yeah, bastard.

Hello.

Hi, Stevie, it's me.

Hello?

Who is it?

It's me, Mark.

It's Mark, Stevie.

What do you want, Mark?

It's late.

Well, it's only
about half past 10:00.

Sorry, did I wake you up?

Well, yeah, you did.

Well, I was passing and I
saw that the light was on.

What do you want?

Uh, well, uh, I was...

I was missing you, and,
uh, I've come to woo you.

What?

You know, woo?

Woo?

Uh, look, can I come in?

It's late, Mark.

I'm in bed.

Well, I just wanted to see you.

Well, you can't.

Not tonight.

I'm tired.

I'm sorry.

Um, I've got some chocolate sprinkle.

Good night, Mark.

Oh, fuck.

Oh!

Mark?

Mark!

Mark!

What are you doing, mate?

I trod in shit again.

I was looking up at her window, and I

think I saw someone in there.

And I stepped back.

I think it was shit.

You've burnt all your skin.

What is that, neat bleach?

For god's sake, Mark!

You've gotta do something
about yourself, Mark.

Now.

It's gone too far.

I mean it.

People who do this to
themselves aren't well!

Mark, come on.

I'm not leaving you here.

No, I'm fine.

What happened to him, eh?

It's just a suit and a haircut.

She won't see me, you know?

Won't even talk to me.

She's seeing someone else, isn't she?

Who's she seeing, mate?

You know, don't you?

It's been going on for ages.

Just put this away.
You're coming with me.

- No.
- Come on!

No, no!

I've lost my wife and my job!

I'm not gonna lose my best mate as well.

There we go.

There's Allison.

Hello, Allison.
How are you?

Very well.

How are you?

Who's this you're with?

Oh, don't wanna know about that, then.

There's Gareth.
How's Gareth?

Not bad, mate.
All right?

Not bad?

All right, there's dad, my proud dad.

Ah, Mum, and with the lovely bride.

Moving on, who have we got here.

I don't know who that is.

No, no.

Hello, how are you?

Now we'll go in the house.

Ah, the cake, the cake.

Look at the cake.

And who's that?

A niece, one of the nieces.

Aunt and uncle.

Hello, how are you?

- Say a few words.
- Hi, mate.

- All right.
- How are you?

You all right?

Yes, I'm very good.

Good, good, good.

OK, say cheese.

Say cheese.

Cheese.

A toast.

Toast, ladies and gentlemen, to the...

to the best architect in London.

And the most beautiful woman.

Toast, ladies and gentlemen, to the...

to the best architect in London.

And...

To the... to the best
architect in London.

And... in London.

And...

And the most beautiful woman.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Bastard, bastard!

Get off me!

Mark, what are you doing, man?

Put the cabbage down!

It's you, isn't it?

What?

I know, mate.

I know all about you!

What are you talking about?

Stevie, you're shagging her, aren't you?

What are you talking about?

I saw you!

You said she was beautiful.

- I saw you!
- When?

On the wedding video!

And then today I saw you
with your arm around her!

Stop it.

I know it's you.

It all fits.

Mark, she asked me to
come and meet her today.

Of course she did!

She wants me to tell you to stop!

Stop what?

Phoning her night and day!

All the time!

And she thinks you're following her.

And you are, aren't you?

She's at her wit's end.

You've got to leave her alone.

Otherwise, she's gonna
call the police in.

I'm sorry.

Get off me.

You won't go for the cabbages again?

Just get off me.

I'm sick of it.

Mark.

Mark!

Hello?

Yes, speaking.

Nathan.

Charlotte.

Hi.

Hi, nice to meet you.

Thanks for, you know, seeing me.

How are you?

Curious.

Mark?

Mark.

Thank you.

If I'd known you were coming...

- How are you?
- You?

Me?

Uh, fine.

Yeah.

Yeah, fine.

You know that you can
come back to the group

anytime, Mark.

I'm sorry I lost my temper.

But well... well, you
said some hurtful things.

Hurtful things.

Yeah, me too.

Yeah.

I'm... I'm sorry.

I'm really... I'm really sorry.

Do you remember I was talking
to you about getting therapy?

Not just the group, but,
you know, proper therapy?

Well, I've been going to this
new guy, and he's... he's really

good, Mark.

Let me book you an appointment.

Appointment?

Yeah, that's... that's...
that's a good idea.

I've just... just gotta get
my head straight first.

You've been skipping your
medication, haven't you?

I meant to get more tablets.

I'm... I'm sorry about the, uh...

clutter.

But, uh, I... I find it
sort of, uh, comforting.

I might, uh...

I might need them.

Right, now you.

Can I come in?

Yeah.

Have you properly
soaped your anus/genitals?

Very funny.

I thought you were gonna wash your hair.

Hair?
Well, no.

No, it's fine.
It doesn't need washing.

It's filthy.

It's matted and it smells.

Smells.

Where's the shampoo?

Sha... uh, shampoo.

Well, no, you see, the thing is...

Put your head back.

Back, yes.

Well, I'm just a bit worried.

Put your head back.

I won't get any in your eyes.

Shut up, you girl.

It's nowhere near your eyes.

Shh.

Shh.

Let's do something today.

What?

It's Saturday.

Let's go somewhere, go for a drive.

Get you out of this place.

God knows you could do
with some fresh air.

Well, I don't think I'm
really up to that yet.

Let's go to the seaside.

I'm not really big on that.

Come on.

Just say somewhere.

Anywhere?

Anywhere.

Bexhill.

Where?

Bexhill-on-Sea.

I like Bexhill.

Why there?

De la warr pavilion.

Eric Mendelsohn.

First reinforced concrete
structure in Britain.

OK, a piece of architecture.

That's good.

Something positive.

Are we finished now?

No, I think we'll give
it another going over.

It's not squeaking yet.

Oh, I hate you.

I love you, too.

- Next right.
- Straight on, is it?

No, no, next right.

Right here.

Right.

- Right here.
- Straight on, is it?

No, no, definitely right here.

Hold on.

This is a dead end.

There, back into there.

Oh, I don't understand this.

I'm no architect, but
that is not a pavilion.

What's going on, Mark?

It's her parent's place.

We... we... we used to
come here most weekends.

She's there now.

I'm sure of it.

With him!

Who?

The bloke she's seeing.

Whoever he is.

You've brought me here under
false pretenses, haven't you?

Yes.

What are you gonna do now, go in there

and make a fool of yourself?

Beat this bloke up, if he even exists?

I saw him at the window!

You've got to let go of her!

That's the only way you'll
ever come back to you, Mark!

Come back to me.

Dirty bitch!

Oh.

Dirty fuck... dirty,
filthy, fucking bitch.

Mark, Mark!

Dirty fucking...

Mark!

Mark, come on.

Mark!

Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it!

I just wish it would go away.

It will, it will!

If you look at it for what it is.

She's not your wife anymore.

She's an obsession.

OK, it was worth the drive.

Erich Mendelsohn.

Thank you.

A symphony.

Mendelsohn?

Yeah.

He was a Jew in Germany
just before the war.

Imagine the life he had.

And yet it's so calm.

Peaceful.

He'd just stand on the site
for ages, get a feel of it.

And then he'd do sketches and just

work his ideas up from them.

And he wanted to take his inspiration

from everything around him.

Look, it's... it's the sea, where
the ocean meets the coastline.

See the waves rolling
in, the curves, the ebb

and flow of the tide.

Thanks, Erich, old mate.

Gesundheit, bottoms up.

Mendelsohn, Felix Mendelssohn.

I used to play, but it all got
messed up with you know what.

That was amazing.

Habits.

What?

I just realized, habits.

I've always had this daily checklist.

Look, sleep, eat, shit, piss, had a wank.

Wank?

Well, that was optional.

Had a bath, deodorant,
uh, washed my face,

washed my hands, clean my
teeth, rinse, check my face

for spots, aftershave, hair,
check my shoes for dog shit,

and habits.

All my OCDs, that's...

that's what I used to call them.

That's what I thought
they were, just habits.

Habits.

I'm seven years old, playing
football with my mates.

Every time I get the
ball, I have to check

that my flies aren't undone.

They all take the piss out
of me, but I get the ball.

Uh, everyone's looking at me.

I start ticking, twitching away.

They're all laughing.

Pressure.

Are they undone?

Are they?

And I can't stop checking them.

Seven years old, that's all I was.

- I've always had it.
- Of course you have, Mark.

No, don't you see?

I've always had it!

Mark, Mark!

Where are you going?

I'm sorry.

I've gotta go and see Stevie!

But... but why?

Why?

Hasn't today meant anything?

Look, sorry.

You play the... the
violin beautifully!

Yes, mate?

- Mark?
- Hello, Bob.

Haven't seen you for...

for ages.

You're looking well.

I was just passing, actually, and...

well, I've... I've really
come to see Stevie.

I see.

Sorry, me old mate.

She's not here.

What's up with your face?

You been in a fight?

No, no, no.

I just had a bit of a run
in with, um... with a van.

Please.

Bob, I need to see her.

It's important.

Mark, I know this isn't
an easy time for you,

but I'm asking you to go home.

We got the barbie on.

We got some friends round.

This is not the right time.

Trust me.

OK, Bob.

Yes, I understand.

It's... Sorry to
have disturbed you.

That's the spirit.

I'll tell her you called.

No doubt she'll give you a tingle.

- OK?
- Fine.

Cheerio, then.

Cheerio, Bob.

Who was that, Daddy?

Ah, no one.

Jehovah's Witness.

Oh, really?

Don't worry, Stevie.

Don't worry.

Gareth!

I knew it.

I knew you were seeing someone.

Why didn't you just tell me?

Can somebody please get him away from me?

Because he's really freaking me out!

Right, Bob, I'll deal with it.

Come on, now.

This is not the time or the place.

Why didn't you just tell me?

Why didn't you just tell me?

Well, getting violent
isn't gonna help now, is it?

- Well, I'm not getting violent.
- Good.

Come on.

Dad, call the police!

This is it, Mark.

This is really it now!

Help him, Bob.
Do something!

Are you happy now?

Or shall you attack me as well?

God, I wish I'd never met you!

Mark, Mark, come on.

Come on, let's go home.

She pushed right past me, too, dear.

He only came here today
because he loved you, Stevie.

That's all he's ever done.

Sorry, do I know you?

Mark, Mark, this is a really
bad place for you to be.

Hang on.

He burst in here uninvited
and attacked someone,

and we're the bad ones?

You have no idea of the
agony he's been through.

That he's going through.

The agony he's going through?

What do you know about
it, for fuck's sake?

Don't swear, dear.

Shut up, Mum!

He's been stalking me.

He wanted to talk to you.

Why couldn't you just talk to him?

You married him, didn't you?

I don't even know who you are.

Why don't you just crawl back
under the rock you came from

and leave me alone?

Come on, Mark.

Come on.

It's OK.

It's OK.

Yeah, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Just one thing, just one thing.

Mark can't do this,
so I'll do it for him.

Oh, you!

- Give it to me.
- Look, I'm sorry.

Give it to me.

Come on, you don't have to go.

Look, come on.
You wanted to talk.

Why don't we talk...

That afternoon,
when you... when you

licked the chocolate off me...

What did you lick?

Chocolate, Granny.

I was confused.

I just wanted it to be like it was

before you became like this.

I just wanted Mark back.

I am Mark.

I've always been like this.

And I probably always will be.

Goodbye, Stevie.

Wait.

Mark, wait!

Nice tits.

Nice ass.

Fancy a walk?

Bit of a bad hairdo.

You look lovely.