All language subtitles for Just Good Friends s01e01 After All This Time.eng

? What would you say

? If I told you things
had never changed and...

? We'll find a way

? To take our dreams and rearrange them?

? Who would believe

? That we could be in love again?

? So let's just pretend

? That you and me can be

? Just good friends ?

Then there's the rock climbing,
the underwater assault training

and the free-fall parachuting.

As you can see, Penny,
I've quite a full fixtures list.

Sounds fun.
Where do you do all these things?

Evening school mainly. I go away
some weekends - survival courses.

You survive the entire weekend?

Oh, yes. I'm experienced.

Did I tell you I'm a part-time member
of the Territorial SAS?

No, you didn't, Rupert.

- Good girl. Forget I said it then.
- I have.

Good girl.
I can't afford to have my cover blown.

Feel this.

- Why?
- It's cast-iron.

I didn't think they d let someone
with an artificial limb join the SAS.

What? No, it's a real arm.
I mean my muscles are like cast-iron.

I'm very fit, you see. All over.

I can march 45 miles
without breaking sweat.

Rupert, if you fancy a quick yomp,
don't let me stop you.

I'm not the kind of guy
who II walk out on you on our first date.

What do you mean, 'date '?
This isn't a date.

You asked me to have a drink with you
as a favour.

Your cat had been run over
and you needed someone to talk to.

- I use that line on all the chicks.
- He's unreal.

Besides, you re sure
to want to see me again.

Why?

Why?

Well, because I'm fun.

I'm sure there are a lot of people
who d find you very entertaining.

Like a Women's Royal Army corporal
or a little boy who's lost his Action Man.

But I'm not into bridgeheads
and seek-and-destroy missions.

Well, let's have one for the road

and if we've got time,
I'll show you my collection of air guns.

Great.

Right, what can I get you, um?

Sonia.

Sonia. Of course.
What would you like, Sonia?

- Can I have a brandy and Coke?
- One brandy and Coke.

Vince, can I have a large one?

A brandy, a large Coke,
and I'll have a pint of best.

So have you enjoyed your first day
at the firm, Sonia?

Yeah, it weren't bad.

Does Mr Bennett touch everyone up?

I don't think so.
He never laid a finger on me.

Oh, you silly sod!

I wouldn't worry about it. It's probably
some kind of initiative test.

Did you say something about your parents
flying off on holiday?

Yeah, they've gone to Torremolinos.

Well, maybe if I take you home tonight,

you can give me a tour
of the ancestral maisonette.

You must be joking. You d get one foot
inside the door and try your luck.

Not me, Sonia. On my honour, I wouldn't.

Really? All the others do.

- See, that's my trouble, Vince.
- What is?

Well, I like sex.

- Do you think that's bad of me?
- No, Sonia.

On the contrary,
I think it's very good of you.

I mean, it shows an enlightened attitude.

Get that down you, we II go back to
your place and discuss it in more detail.

I wanted a large one.

I've never had any complaints, Sonia.

- There you go, Penny. Now, where was I?
- Doing something incredibly masculine.

You d just stormed an embassy
or eaten three Shredded Wheat!

I don't remember either.
Still, it II come back to me.

Oh, good.

Punch me in the stomach. Go on,
punch me in the stomach. Hard as you like.

There is a time and a place
for punching people in the stomach.

Perhaps later when we re alone.

Yes, I'll kick you all round the car park
if you like.

- Excuse me.
- Where are you going?

- To the ladies room.
- What for?

To powder my nose.

Powder your? Enough said.

Oh, God, why me?

Drink up, Sonia. We II get going.

Here, I can't drink as fast as you.
Want a fag?

No, thanks. I gave them up.

So did I.

You, er... You ever tried one of these?

What is it? A nasal spray?

No, don't stick it up your nose.

It's an imitation cigarette.

Every time you fancy a smoke,
you puff on this plastic one.

- Does it work?
- It's marvellous.

I haven't had a smoke since...

last night.

I doubt if they d do me much good.
I just can't say no.

Well, drink up then, Sonia.

Do you like my tattoo?

Oh, that's... That's nice, Sonia.
What's it supposed to be? A starling?

No, it's a love bird. I wanted an eagle,
but Mick said it weren't lady-like.

Well, I suppose an eagle is a bit... Mick?

My boyfriend. He's an amazing bloke.

Do you know,
he can't read or write a word,

yet he formed his own chapter
of the Hells Angels in borstal.

Oh, that is amazing.

This here, um, storm trooper...

- Mick?
- Yeah, Mick.

Are you and him going steady?

I like to think of it as an open
relationship. I go out with who I like.

He's got a very enlightened attitude.

- He don't like it.
- I didn't think he would.

He gets ever so jealous.
Follows me sometimes.

Does he?

- Violent type, is he?
- No.

The psychiatrist said he only stabs people
to hide his basic shyness.

As long as he doesn't mean it,
that's the main thing.

I'm popping over
to the cigarette machine.

He only stabs people
to hide his basic shyness?

Why don't you do something safe, Pinner,

like have an affair with the wife
of a Mafia boss?!

Oh, I just don't believe it!

- I think it's broken.
- I hope not. I'm a vandal.

- Hello, Penny.
- Vince.

Well, what a surprise!

Yes. Yes, it is, isn't it?

Yes.

Yes.

Just been to the toilet?

- Yes.
- Sorry.

I wasn't trying to...
I didn't know if you were... Or if you...

No. No, I... already.

Fine.

Well, you re... you re looking very nice.

Oh, thank you.

You re looking well.

Yes, well, I play games.

Pool, brag, that sort of thing.

I'm only about six pounds heavier
than when we last... met.

Really? My mother always said
you d run to fat.

Did she? Bless her!

- How is your mother?
- Oh, fine.

Oh, good, good.

Well, it's... it's been a long time.

Must be almost five years.

Five years and three months, I guess.

Is it that long?
I'm surprised you remember me.

I could never forget you, Vincent.
You've always been unique.

Well...

You re the only bastard
who ever jilted me!

Come on, Pen, I didn't jilt you.

- Did you turn up at the church?
- That's a loaded question.

Go and play with a power cable
or something!

- You could hear my side of the story.
- I've already heard it.

- Who told you? Your mother?
- No.

Your best man Lennie called round
on our wedding day.

- Let me explain.
- I'm far too busy.

- I only want to talk.
- You carry on.

I'm going to get some fresh air.

- Penelope!
- Don't worry. I'll get her for you.

Vince?

I'm just getting her for him.
Won't be a mo.

Wait a minute, Pen!

(Door rattling)

Penny!

- I only want to talk.
- I haven't got anything to say to you.

Maybe I've got something to say to you.

Pen, it's been five years. What difference
will another couple of minutes make?

All right. Go on then, speak.

Not here. There's an Italian restaurant
down the road.

- Do you mean have a meal?
- No, we II play a game of squash(!)

Yes, I mean let's have a meal.
For old times sake.

It might have escaped your notice,
but I am with someone and so are you.

You can't walk off and leave people.
Well, you could, but you've had practice.

Don't keep on about it.
Can't you make some excuse?

Sorry, I'm right out of excuses.

OK, Pen, I'll...
I'll see you around sometime, eh?

I wonder why, of all the things
that get broken in a person's life,

it's always the most precious one
that can never be repaired.

I could tell him I've got a headache.

Yes, that's very good, Penelope.
Tell him you've got a headache.

What about that girl you re with?

I'll tell her she's got a headache
as well.

(Tyres screech)

Let's forget the excuses, eh, Pen?

I think those two are going to be
rather tied up for the next few minutes.

- How's the meal?
- Sorry?

Oh, lovely, thank you.

How do you know?
You haven't eaten any of it.

You keep prodding it around
as if you re preparing it for de-lousing.

- I'm not hungry.
- Oh.

It was a good idea
coming to a restaurant then(!)

I didn't ask to come to a restaurant.

No, that's true. Well...

This is very nice.

Where are you working now?
Are you still at the quarry?

I work for an advertising agency
in Park Lane.

Have you heard
of Matthew, Styles and Liebermann?

Yes, I think I've got a couple
of their LPs at home.

- No, I've never heard of them.
- You wouldn't in your line.

Still driving the ice cream van?

I gave that up a long time ago.
I'm an accountant now.

An accountant? People actually trust you
with their money?

Yes. I steal some of it sometimes.

- Only as a first resort though?
- Absolutely.

So what sort of accountant are you?
Chartered?

Turf.

I'm an assistant branch manager.

Sounds very exciting.

Oh, it is. I almost wet myself at times.

Well, now we've got the pleasantries
over and done with,

shall we talk about us,
about what happened?

No, I don't want to talk about it, Vince.

All right, Pen, I understand.

- Nice weather we've been having.
- Nice weather?

You walked out on me on our wedding day
and you talk about the bloody weather?!

You said you didn't want to talk about it.

I don't,
but I don't mind listening to you.

- Just tell me why.
- No point. You d never believe me.

Try me.

All right then. Here goes.

A long time ago, before we met,
I did something wrong.

Not very wrong.

But still wrong. On the eve of
our wedding, the past caught up with me.

I was arrested and locked away
in a living hell called prison.

I couldn't tell you.
What would your mother have said?

I couldn't expect you
to share that nightmare.

For three years, I rotted in that cell.

Three years of just thinking about you

and tending to the sparrows that used
to hop through the bars of my cell window.

- All right. What really happened?
- My bottle went.

- Your bottle went?
- It means...

I know what it means.
I just don't understand why!

We had everything.
A new flat, a honeymoon in Greece.

And the presents - tumble drier,
dishwasher, food processor.

Cuddly toy.

I was young, Pen.
I couldn't handle the pressure.

From the moment the wedding was
mentioned, your mother took total control.

It was our lives, our future, but we were
bit part players in her grand opera.

Inconspicuous by our presence.
She moved in on us like a junta.

"Should we have a big wedding
or a simple cathedral job?

"How many thousand bridesmaids?

"Where can we get
50 bejewelled elephants?"

She was carving out my future.

It was taking on the shape
of an executioner's block!

No, Vince, you were the last man
on God's Earth she wanted me to marry.

She didn't want you marrying
the son of a scrap-metal dealer.

Exactly.

No, she wanted you
to marry someone named Julian

and have lots of kids
with big ears and no chins.

But she resigned herself to the fact
that she was lumbered with me.

So she thought,
"Well, he's young, he's white.

"He doesn't wash his feet in the bidet.

"I'll mould him, get him a job at
Daddy's firm, membership of the golf club,

"teach him to sound his H's
and respect Volvos."

Before you knew it, I d have been
the world's first bionic Tory!

Don't be stupid!

If you want to see your wife in 30 years,
look at her mother. It was horrifying!

Let's not get personal, Vince.

I don't know how your father could relax
in bed with her, let alone sleep.

That's enough, Vincent.

Must be like kipping next to a Gurkha.

Is there any point in continuing
this conversation?

I just want you to understand how I felt.

Do you mind not smoking while I'm eating?

I am not smoking and you are not eating.

- This is plastic.
- Matches your heart.

It is a scientifically designed placebo
for those of us desiring a longer life.

Stop pushing that food round your plate.
It reminds me of a documentary I saw.

Just an accident. Bon app�tit!

Look, Pen, I'm sorry.
I'm a little overwrought at the moment.

I'm trying to give up smoking
and it makes me edgy.

I'm sorry as well. How long
have you been trying to give it up?

Since I started. I've tried everything.

- Chewing gum, pills. Even acupuncture.
- Acupuncture?

Yeah. They left me for an hour
with a needle sticking out of my ear lobe.

I had a fag to pass the time.

- I can't stand needles and injections.
- There was no discomfort.

- Didn't you feel a prick?
- I felt a bit foolish.

Oh, I... I see what you mean.

No, there was no pain, no pain.
I've got a high tolerance level to pain.

So have I... now!

Pen, I know I hurt you badly, but I was
being pushed and pulled in all directions.

I was being squeezed dry. I wasn't a man
any more. I felt more like a lemon.

YOU felt like a lemon?
How do you think I felt,

standing in my bridal gown, telling the
vicar there was a slight change of plan?

You've lost me. Why did you put your dress
on? Why did you go to the church?

You knew the wedding was off.
I sent you a telegram.

Hundreds of people sent telegrams,
you idiot. It was a wedding!

They were sent to the reception hall
to be opened and read out in the evening.

You went ahead with the wedding?

No, I cancelled it in the end. I felt
it just wouldn't be the same without you!

I didn't know, Pen. Honest, I didn't know.

If my father and I drove past that church
once, we drove past it 100 times.

I kept praying you d had an accident.

I didn't know what had happened until
Lennie arrived. He was very sympathetic(!)

He said, "Sorry, doll. The wedding's off.
Vincey's done a moody."

He then asked me out to dinner
and put in a bid for some of the presents.

- Why didn't you tell me yourself?
- I couldn't.

- Why?
- Why? Because...

It's bad luck to see the bride
before the wedding.

I tried to phone you,
but the line was engaged.

Daddy was phoning the evening guests,
saying not to bother.

If you couldn't face me,
you could have tried to contact me later.

I did try to contact you later.
About a year later.

I came round to your house
every night for a week.

I couldn't knock on the door. I parked a
few yards up the road, hoping to see you.

I d sit there for hours
just watching the light in your bedroom.

I suddenly realised this would have been
about the time of our first anniversary.

I remember thinking,
"She's sitting up there now... pining."

I wasn't. We d moved.

How long did it take you
to get over... what happened?

I'm not sure if you ever do.

Strange thoughts run through your mind
after something traumatic like that.

- I wondered whether I was to blame.
- You wasn't.

I know I wasn't. I only wondered!

Fine.

I began analysing myself in the mirror,

wondering if there was
something anti-social about me.

Did I have bad breath or blackheads
or maybe my armpits smelt?

- I love it when you talk dirty to me!
- Will you be serious for once?

Sorry, dear.

Oh, God, there's been an accident.

Yeah, nasty business.

I'll walk you to your car.

You can't begin to imagine
what you did to me that day.

I can, Pen. I just wish there was some way
I could repay you.

Repay me? How can you repay someone
for five years of self-doubt?

Five years of... nothing!

Well, maybe I could buy you a handbag.

It was just a joke, Pen.

Really? I'll remember that one
for my next group therapy session!

I was just trying to add a bit of levity
to the inquest.

What kind of a handbag?

Here we are. Have you got a car?

Me? Yes, a BMW. It's, um...

It's being serviced.

Oh, well, I could give you a lift home
if you like.

No, it's all right, Pen.
The walk II do me good.

Look, Vince...

There's something I ought to tell you.

Things are kind of different with me now.

You re not a man, are you?

This is important.

OK.

I'm married.

Oh...

Well, that's cleared the cobwebs away,
hasn't it?

Do you know,
it didn't even cross my mind to ask?

- How about you?
- No.

You know me, Pen.
I'm not the marrying kind.

Where's your husband tonight then?

It wasn't that poor bloke
we left back at the pub?

Oh, no.

No, I don't know where he is.

The marriage didn't work out.

Oh. I'm... sorry.

Kids?

Yeah, I suppose that's all we were,
really.

No, I mean, did you have any children?

Oh, no. No children.

Well, I suppose
I ought to be getting home.

Thank you for the meal. It was lovely.

Thank you for a... very pleasant evening.

My God, you've got a nerve!

Five years ago, you jumped
on your motorbike and rode out of my life.

Now you try to buy your way back
with a few jokes and a lump of lasagne!

How do you become such an arrogant pig?

It's just the knack, I suppose.
I tell you one thing.

I d rather be an arrogant pig
than a toffee-nosed little cow!

Are you referring to me?

I don't see any other
toffee-nosed little cows around here.

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