All language subtitles for Us (2020) - S01E04 - Episode 4 (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 t3nzin)

I can't do this journey any more.

- It's unbearable.
- DOUGLAS: Connie...

...I know where Albie is.

CONNIE: It's OK to come home.

DOUGLAS: He's definitely here, Connie.
I can feel it.

- Will you join me for dinner?
- Downstairs at eight?

- (SPEAKS ITALIAN)
- He says you have a beautiful wife.

I do. She's in the process of leaving me.

CONNIE: Didn't you get my message?

(SPEAKS ITALIAN)

- What, he's not in Siena?
- Barcelona.

I think I've had enough of travelling.

Shall I come over there?

DOUGLAS: "Meet me tomorrow.
There's something you need to know.

"Big news. By the magic fountain.
12 noon. Don't call, don't be late."

This is a terrifying message.

You want him to turn up, don't you?

DOUGLAS: Hola!

Cómo estás?

Hello, Albie, it's me.

I can see that.

What are the chances?

I've been looking for you. It's been
quite an adventure, actually.

- Where's Kat?
- Italy, I think.

- She sent me a weird text.
- Yes, I know all about that.

Like she was pregnant or something.

That wasn't my idea, and she's not.

But she thought it was very important
that we meet, so...

It was a trap?

Not a trap, exactly.

She just helped me find you.

But I didn't want to be found.

No, I realise that.

I thought I was gonna be a dad!

Yes, she did imply that, didn't she?

Well, do you have any idea
what that feels like?

I do, as a matter of fact.

Yeah? Well, I'm 17.

- Fucking hell, Dad.
- Hey, there's no need for that. Albie...!

I wanted to be alone.

Just to be left alone in the world,
and you couldn't allow it.

- We were worried!
- Because you don't trust me.

You've never trusted me.

We simply wanted to know
that you were happy and well!

That's not a crime, is it? To care?

Yes! Cos you always say that.

"I care, I care," while you're pressing
a pillow down on my face.

That's a bit melodramatic.

Albie.

Look...

I realise you need to discover yourself,

but is it so terrible to have us around
while you do it?

Yes! It is!

Can we have this conversation
sitting down?

I don't think I can...

At least let me apologise.

What for?

For what I said in Amsterdam.

What did you say?

You know what I said.

Well, remind me.

That you were an embarrassment.

And I still think you handled it badly,
but I didn't express myself

the way I should have.

I've been under a lot of strain
at work and...elsewhere,

and I should have stuck up for you. So...

...I apologise.

Well, I don't think you should apologise.

No?

Not if it's what you really think.

What do I really think?

That I'm an embarrassment.

A disappointment.

Everything you do, everything you say,
there's this contempt.

This stream of dislike and irritation.

Albie! That's not true. You're my boy.

You're my dear boy.

Christ.

I'm not even your favourite child.

Albie, what does that mean?

What does that mean?

(DOUGLAS PANTS)

I used to take it down and look at it
when you weren't in the house,

your weird little shrine.

Hey, it's not like that.

- Don't you think it's weird?
- I don't think so, no.

We've always been honest about it.
She's not some secret.

We loved your sister when she was born,

and when you were born,
we loved you, too.

Except she never fucked up, did she?

She never failed at school
or embarrassed you in public.

Oh, come on, Albie,

- you're just feeling sorry for yourself.
- She never got called stupid.

I've never called you stupid!

You have!

To my face!

Have I?

I suppose I might have once or twice.
Can I sit down?

Just sit for a second.

(GROANS)

You OK?

Just very tired.

Please sit with me a minute.

(DOUGLAS COUGHS)

I don't know what to say to you, Albie,

I thought it would just come
spontaneously.

God knows why,
I've never been very good at...

But you should know that I have
regrets about things

that I shouldn't have said or...

...things that I should have said.
I don't know which is worse.

I regret we haven't been more at ease
with each other.

But you haven't always made it easy.

I know.

The state of your room -
it's like you do it deliberately.

You'll get it back soon enough.

You still going to art college?

I am.

Why? Are you gonna talk me out of it
again?

If it's what you're passionate about...

- It is.
- ...then I'm pleased.

Not pleased you're leaving home.

Terrified, in fact.

Your mother, too.
The hole you're going to leave...

So much so that she's thinking of...

...moving on as well,
but I expect you know that.

You've always been close.

Did she tell you, or did you...?

I worked it out.

She doesn't seem very happy.

No, she doesn't, does she?

I'd not noticed, or I'd...

...noticed and I chose
not to think about it.

I hoped I might change that this summer,
but I'll find out.

In the meantime, at least

can I say that I am very proud of you?

Though I might not show it.

You will do great things in the future.

I know you will.

And I would...

You're my boy.

And I would hate for you
to go out into the world

not knowing that we love you.

Not just your mum,
you know she loves you,

God knows she never stops saying it,
but me too.

There. That's what I wanted to say.

I love you.

Very much.

I'm just gonna sit here for a minute.

Catch my breath.

OK, Albie, this is exciting, isn't it?

Can I watch TV?

No, because we're going to do this.

Let's go.

Step number one, we're going to need
the white 6x2.

I call this a 12.

- What are you doing?
- Making a dinosaur!

But it's a space shuttle!
Look at this thing - it's magnificent!

But I like dinosaurs.

OK. You get on with that, and I'm gonna
get on with the space shuttle.

And this bit fits in here...

- ...click.
- I'm bored now.

OK, so what have you been doing
over there?

- Rarr!
- Wow, that's amazing, isn't it?

But it's a bit of a side project,
and we're going to need that piece there.

No, I need it, too!

Yes, but we can't move forward
unless we...

Will you snap it off, or shall I?

- OK, give it to me.
- No, leave it!

- It's mine!
- How are we getting on?

- Dad's stealing my pieces!
- We're having a lovely ti...

I'm not stealing. We're just...
I'm just following the instructions.

Hello!

ALBIE: Swoop-swoop, swirl-swirl, the ep...

- ...epi...
- CONNIE: Epitome.

- ALBIE: ...epitome of...
- CONNIE: Do you know what epitome means?

ALBIE: No.

He should really sleep now.

In a minute.

But not in our bed. It's a school night.

We want to know the ending!

Epitome means...

(FAINT SIRENS)

(IMITATES SPACE SHUTTLE)

- ALBIE: He could have left it alone!
- CONNIE: Oh, no. Come on now.

Look, I'm sure he didn't mean to.

- But he did!
- He wanted it to be a nice surprise.

Come on, we'll break it up
and start again.

- It's not fair!
- We'll smash it up and start again.

(MILK FROTHS)

I worry Spanish people
don't eat enough fresh vegetables.

All that cured meat, too.

Where are you staying?

In this hostel.

How is that?

It's an experience, I suppose.

It's nothing special,

but if you want a hotel
while you decide what's next,

I'm sure they can separate the beds
in my room.

Of course, you might not want to.

OK.

How do you stay so skinny?

Nervous energy.

(PHONE RINGING)

- CONNIE: Hello?
- Hey.

Where are you? I've been expecting you
back! I thought something terrible

had happened to you.
Are you at the airport?

No, I didn't get a plane.

- Are you still in Italy?
- I'm in Spain.

Barcelona, in fact.

Barcelona?

Yeah. You remember that hotel
we stayed in?

Douglas, it's a little morbid,
going back to all these places.

Not morbid.
It's just a trip down memory lane.

I liked it. Didn't you like it?

Douglas, I think you need to
just come home.

I will.

There's just someone
you need to speak to first.

Hello?

Mum?

There you are.

Er...I'm sorry.

Bye.

Dad.

Hello?

Clever man.

(TUTS) Albie.

I swear, you treat this place
like a hotel.

(LAUGHS) Such a dad.

What are we going to do tonight?

I don't know.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Can't sleep at this time of day.

Night life doesn't start till one.

If you don't have a siesta,
you'll never make it.

(GROANS) If their evening started
at a reasonable hour...

(SIGHS) They're not eating enough veg,
they're not getting enough sleep.

You know,
Spain is not your responsibility.

Relax, sleep.

One last thing.

- Mmm?
- It's a bit of a fun fact.

You were actually conceived
in this hotel.

Dad!

Not in this actual bed.

Though I suppose it might have been.

Ugh.

Anyway, just a little bit of history.

(ALBIE LAUGHS)

Now...let's sleep.

(DOOR OPENS)

He has an eye, don't you think?

They're wonderful.

Thank you.
Yes, they're very, er...

...compelling.

Is this sherry or vermouth?

Tastes like sherry.

So I'm leaving tomorrow.

- First thing.
- Oh? Where to?

- Thought I'd travel along the coast.
- Barcelona has a coast.

We're on the coast.

I just want to leave the city.

- Move on.
- Really?

Because I had this idea.

We still have the tickets,
the hotel rooms.

Rome's next. Mum could fly out.

We could pick up the trip
where we left off.

Sorry.

But the glory that is Rome!

The Colosseum, St Peter's...

I've pre-booked the Sistine Chapel,
which is...actually very hard to get.

I just want to swim in the sea.
Like a normal holiday.

Yes.

Of course.

You should do that.

This is really very drinkable, isn't it?

You could come with me if you wanted.

Even up your tan.

Just for a day or so, though.

Did your mother suggest that?

No!

I wouldn't cramp your style?

What style?

All right.

Let's go and swim in the sea.

(DANCE MUSIC)

This is very dehydrating.

Would either of you like another sherry?

This is my dad.

Ah! Hola! (SPEAKS SPANISH)

Hola!

- Dad's a scientist.
- Ooh!

A very brilliant scientist!

Well, not brilliant...

Er, tres vermouth, por favor.

What's the public transport like
in Barcelona?

Huh?

I mean, do you use the metro,
or the buses...?

I think it's so wonderful.

- What is?
- That you can spend time with your son.

Yes.

Isn't it?

There's no tension between you
and no judgment.

It's very rare.

(FAINT MUSIC)

Dad?

Are you OK?

Don't mind me, Albie.

Sherry binge.

I haven't danced for 20 years.

Oh, God, Dad. Don't say that.

It's too depressing.

So how long has it been now?

How long what?

That you've liked men?

Don't know.

I mean, there's not a start date.

No, I suppose not.

How long have you known?

Well, known, just now.

I've wondered sometimes,

but parents do.

And you've always had
such lovely girlfriends.

That old trick.

I know. And I fell for it.

Such nice girls as well.

The only thing I feel sad about

is that you couldn't tell us.

Did you think we'd be angry?

I didn't want it to be another way...

Another way?

To disappoint you.

Will you tell Mum?

No, you should.

Think she'll be upset?

I think she'll be thrilled.

Let's hope so!

You know, when I was at college,
I had a crush on this boy...

Let's go back inside.

Yeah.

- Come on.
- Yeah.

(GRUNTS)

(DANCE MUSIC)

(MUSIC DROWNS OUT SPEECH)

(FOOTSTEPS)

Oh, God.

It's light.

How can it be light?

I've still got the beat in my head.

Doof, doof, doof.

- We'd like to check out, please.
- Have you got that?

Doof, doof, doof.

Doof, doof...

(TANNOY ANNOUNCEMENT IN SPANISH)

Dad, come on! We're going to miss it!

Come on!

(GROANS)

At last! The sea!

Can you afford this?

If we share a room.

One night, and I'm gone.

OK. Well, let's swim!

I don't have any trunks.

We'll find a shop.

And Al,
that conversation we had last night.

- If you need to talk about that more...
- I'm OK.

ALBIE: Let's just swim.

DOUGLAS: Watch this.
I'm going to speak in Spanish now.

Hola!

(DOUGLAS SIGHS)

What are you meant to do?

Just lie here?

It's so uncomfortable.

They used to torture people like this.

Stake them out on the hot sand.

You can always go back to the room.

Yeah, maybe I will.

I'll go for a swim and...

...leave you to it.

(BIRDS CALL)

MAN: Medusa. Medusa!

Medusa!

(BEACHGOERS SCREAM)

(SCREAMING)

Albie!

Albie?

Albie!

- Albie!
- What happened?

- I got mugged by jellyfish.
- Where?

Up in the car park, where do you think?

- It's all over your arms!
- Yes, I'm aware of that.

- Christ, it hurts.
- Should I pee on you or something?

No, thank you very much.

Because I couldn't pee on you.
That's years of therapy right there.

It's a myth anyway.

I've always said that beaches
are extreme environments.

People should just run from this place.

- Run, everyone! Just flee!
- Dad!

I'm gonna go back to the hotel.

I'm gonna take some painkillers,
I'm gonna stand in the cold shower

and then I'm gonna lie in the dark.

- OK.
- What factor are you wearing?

Eight.

Eight?! Do you want cancer, Albie?

Look at the sun.

No, don't literally look at the...!

Here. Factor 50 -
that's an absolute minimum.

Put it on every 30 minutes,
especially if you're going in the water.

- And don't go into the water!
- Could you calm down, maybe?

Should I come with you?

No, no, no, no, I'll be fine.
You just stay there.

Have a nice time.

Don't forget the tops of your ears!

(SQUELCHING FOOTSTEPS)

(COUGHS)

(BOTTLE TOP CLICKS)

Oh, come on!

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

Agh...

(PHONE RINGS)

(GASPS)

(RINGING CONTINUES)

(LINE RINGS)

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

Hello?

Dad?

Dad?

(LAUGHS) Did you fall out of bed?

(RECEPTIONIST ANSWERS)

Hola! ¿Habla inglés?

- Yes, sir, how can I help?
- OK.

I'm in room 701,
and we need an ambulance.

- An ambulance?
- Pronto, please. Straight away.

Yes, now.

What is the problem?
What is your emergency, sir?

I don't... I don't know. Um...

Corazón.

Sorry, wait a second. What, Dad?

Corazón.

I think it means heart.

Corazón.

- Heart? Corazón?
- Heart, OK.

Someone's comb under here.

You sure you shouldn't sit?

I can't.

Should I lift you?

I feel I should stay still.

What if you go unconscious?

Well, then I'm afraid that is
cardiac arrest

and you'll have to do CPR.

- The kiss of life?
- Mmm.

I don't know how to do that.

Look it up online.

Phone away, please.

Should I call Mum?

No. I don't want her to worry.

For God's sake, Dad.

No, I mean, it's not the best time.

And I'm better.

(HISSING INHALE)

I'm very frightened, though.

They're on their way.

You're going to be fine.

Hope so.

If I'm not...

...tell your mother...

Oh, she knows.

Let's just lie here, shall we?

Lie quietly.

And wait.

- There's some new clothes in the bag.
- Hey.

Unless you want to wear
those trunks again.

- Thanks.
- And grapes.

Cos, you know, cliché.

They're going to do an operation.

Oh. Surgery?

Keyhole surgery.

It's a procedure, really.

Is it dangerous?

Albie, there's no danger.

OK.

But they're doing it tomorrow morning.

That soon?

Right.

OK.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

Albie, did you just take a picture
of my drip?

You said I never take your photo.

But my face, not my cannula.

Sorry.

No more pictures, please.

You can go back to Sitges if you want.

No.

I'm going to stay here.

But the hotel's paid for.
Can't bear the idea of it going to waste.

You see? This is the kind of thinking that
got you in here in the first place.

- (CHUCKLES)
- Just go to sleep, Dad.

CONNIE: (MUFFLED) Hello there.

Can you hear me?

Douglas?

Step away from the light.

Hello there.

Douglas?

You came.

Well, I didn't have much on
and TV was lousy, so...

...here I am.

- I stink, I'm afraid.
- That's OK.

- Shows you're alive.
- Mmm.

Unless it's decay.

Douglas! You're not dead yet.

I feel it.

How do you feel?

Bruised, but inside.

Very strange.

Like someone's got a finger -
two fingers - inside your chest

and they're wiggling them about.

I thought it was keyhole surgery.

More Chubb than Yale.

The lengths you'll go to
to keep this holiday going.

I can't even go home.
It's not safe to fly.

I know, Albie told me.

Not for two weeks at least.

Quite a holiday.

Let's do the same trip every year,
exactly the same.

(CHUCKLES) Holiday of a lifetime.

ALBIE: Good afternoon, señor, señora.

Thank you for coming. This way.

I got you somewhere without stairs,
just in case.

I can climb stairs, Albie. Thank you.

It's gorgeous, Albie!

It belongs to some architect
or something.

But he's away for the summer.

So until it's safe for you to fly,
you can stay here.

Looks expensive.

Thankfully, somebody insisted
on comprehensive travel insurance.

There's a kitchen,
somewhere for you to read.

How many bedrooms?

Just this.

I'm leaving.

Tonight, actually. If you like it,
I can give you the keys now.

Where to?

Ibiza.

You know, for the museums.

We've talked about it. He's meeting
friends there. He won't be alone.

Somewhere to stay. It's all organised.

And it's nearby. So...

No, that makes sense.

Good, good.

There's a terrace too.

And I suppose this could be our room,
or maybe Albie's.

Nice and bright.

Not today, it's a bit grey,
but it could be.

Pictures on the wall.

Mmm.

- You're not sure?
- No, I like it.

I do.

It's so quiet.

Do you think we'll get used to that?

You don't want to move, do you?

Well, you can't keep commuting.
It's going to kill you.

At the same time...

You don't want to move?

I do, Douglas.

I've lived in the city my whole life.

70 minutes from our door.

You said the journey was miserable.

Well, that was when
I was commuting every day.

If you got a new job here, locally?

There'll be something,
I'm sure there will.

And what about my friends?

I don't know anyone here
on a wet Sunday in February.

We'll make friends.

We'll go for walks with Albie.

Maybe if we have another kid.

Look at the massive garden.

Doesn't it feel too big?

It's just three bedrooms.

Not too big, too...empty?

We'll fill it - with noise and fun.

New start, new friends.

There's a good school for Albie.
You could paint again.

Maybe we could get a dog.

If that's what you want.

OK.

We'll get a dog,

but we mustn't get...steady,
we mustn't get dull,

because I can't bear that thought.

It will never be dull.

I promise.

Hola! Could I get a ticket to...

So I imagine it's not a surprise to you.

Well, I've read some of his poetry
and that was pretty...clear.

But I had my suspicions before then.

Why did we never talk about it?

I suppose it was just
something else on the list.

You OK with it?

I am.

80, 90%.

I do worry.

When you're usually so calm!

A while ago, it would have been
pure panic.

Mmm.

(TANNOY ANNOUNCEMENT IN SPANISH)

He'll work it out.

ALBIE: I'd better go.

- I'll miss you, Mum.
- Yeah, call me.

- Not constantly, but a lot.
- Yeah.

Bye, then.

Bye, Dad.

Make sure you do everything
I wouldn't do.

Are you seriously
slipping money into my hand?

I am.

That's so old school.

Thank you.

See you in September.

Bye.

Of course, we're going to have to
make some changes, but that's OK.

No alcohol. Can you believe it?

That's good, isn't it? Waking up
with a clear head every day.

Oh, so you'll be stopping too?

Are you mad? We're going to have to eat
less salt, less meat, less dairy.

Mediterranean diet.

Well, that's fine while
we're in the Mediterranean.

Well, they've olive oil in England now.

We'll keep it up.

I'm not eating anchovies.

What did you think?
Did your life flash before you?

Thankfully not.

Mostly I just swore.

"Fucking hell, this is it, I'm dying
and in these terrible bathers."

I worried you'd come and identify the body
and just laugh.

They had to cut me out of them.

32-inch waist.

Maybe that's what brought it on -
bather thrombosis.

It's a recognised condition.

And then when Albie was there,
I wanted to say -

it's quite sentimental -

"Sorry I wasn't a better dad."

Oh, come on.

No, I mean... I don't know, more fun.

Before I was a parent I used to think,
never, ever say the following things -

"Eat your vegetables. Don't cry.
Don't eat then swim. Brush your teeth."

All those boring things my parents said -
just don't say them.

Then you open your mouth
and they just pour out.

I think it's fine to tell him
to brush his teeth.

As long as you say other things as well.

Not sure I ever did.

And he was always so in love with you.

It's a bit more complicated than that.

(SIGHS)

Anyway, there's still time.

And I was going to give him
a message for you too.

You already know it.

Your PIN number?

(DOUGLAS CHUCKLES)

Exactly. With my last breath.

I already know your PIN number.

You do?

Oh, please.

Go on.

5987. Mine?

Wow.

Well, when we first met, it was 1234,

- which was just unacceptable to me.
- Ssh! Your heart!

And then, about ten years ago,
you changed it to 9271.

Oh, that's nice.

Is there anything we don't know
about each other?

Well, Douglas...

5987.

9271 to you too.

I've been thinking -
when we get back, you should paint again.

(LAUGHS)

No, really.

What's brought this on?

You were so good. You are so good.

That's very nice of you,

but I don't think anyone's holding their
breath for another middle-aged hack.

You're not a hack.

And even if you were,
if it gives you pleasure...

You're telling me to get a hobby?

Nothing wrong with hobbies.

Except it wasn't a hobby.

I was so serious about it.
It was everything to me.

The only thing I wanted to do.

The only thing I could do.
I'd rather not do it at all than...dabble.

Everyone dabbles to begin with.

Then you see what happens.

You're very philosophical these days.

DOUGLAS: Thought I might leave my job too.

- Really?
- It's not real science, is it?

Just stressful admin.

I never loved it like
I loved actual research.

I miss my fruit flies.

So what will you do?

I don't know. Something hands-on.

Research again, or teaching maybe?

Something that won't have me clutching
my left arm again in a couple of months.

I think that sounds like a good idea.

DOUGLAS: What time's the flight?

You OK with that?

Course.

- Let me carry that.
- No, I'm not an invalid.

I know, but you must be careful.

Oh, Connie.
You forgot to cancel the papers.

I'm sorry, it slipped my mind.

There's three weeks' worth.

Douglas, I thought you were dying!

(FLIES BUZZ)

Don't know why I do it.
We've got plenty of shampoo.

Force of habit, I suppose.

Let's go and get Mr Jones, shall we?

DOUGLAS: It's colder.

Yeah. Autumn now. Come on!

- (DOG BARKS)
- I should have worn a coat.

- I'll go back.
- No.

No, you need to look after yourself now.
It won't take a moment.

I'm fine. Don't go back. Stay here.

In fact, stay.

Connie!

I want you to stay with me.

I understand why you wanted to go,

but I don't think you should. Not now.

I know it's frightening, it just being the
two of us again, it frightens me too,

but I know that we can make it feel
more like it did when we began.

Long time ago, Douglas.

- I know.
- Can't ever be like that again.

I'm not even sure I want it to be.

Well, then it'll be better.

I've changed.

And I don't just mean
I've had a stent fitted.

I can see where we went wrong,
where I went wrong,

with you and Albie -
getting bored, being boring,

taking things for granted, not listening.
That won't happen now.

Besides, not having you around every day -
it's inconceivable.

I can't conceive of it.

I want us to stay together,
to grow old together,

but in a fun way.

And if that means moving house
or starting again in a new town,

in a new country, even, then that is fine.

We'll do it.

There are only good things ahead of us
from now on, I promise you.

Let's see, shall we?

There's no rush.

Let's...wait and see what happens.

(DOG BARKS)

This is it.

It's fine.

It's meant to be like this -

desk, bed, wardrobe, sink.
Doesn't have a sink at home.

Exactly. It's fine.

See this warning label?

"Do not obstruct vents - risk of fire."
That's not a lie.

- Don't dry your clothes on here.
- I won't.

So shall we help you unpack?

No.

Shall we...go?

Yes, please. Go.

(BOTH SNIFFLE)

Oh, Christ. Look at us.

You can't cry and drive. It isn't safe.

You're worse.

- I'll drive.
- (LAUGHS)

Let's just sit here for a moment,
shall we?

(BOTH LAUGH)

(SOBS)

OK. How shall we do this?

I thought I'd start in the loft
and then work down.

Shouldn't we be in the same room?

OK.

I can't face the loft.

The kitchen, then.

I'll put some music on.

Eight and four, I think?

You'll need them as much as I do.

- For all the dinner parties?
- Yeah.

Six each.

Oh-ho! Albie's baby teeth.

What do you think? Six, seven each?

I'm all right for children's teeth.

You can pick out the nice ones.

Charity shop?

You keep them.

- Old VHS tapes?
- Dump.

Desperately Seeking Susan?

(BOTH LAUGH)

- Ouzo from Crete?
- Recycling.

Limoncello, souvenir of Sicily, 2002.

No, thank you.

Look, Edinburgh, 1998.

You can have that.

It's hardly worth packing.

Come on. You can have one.

Crème de menthe - whose idea was that?

Wow. Some kind of Turkish brandy.

Here.

To...all the holidays.

(BOTH EXHALE)

This is such a waste of time.

- No, it's not.
- Come on...

- Background music.
- We've got to get on with packing.

They're all online.

It's not the same.

This is the first mix tape
I ever made you.

Do you remember the first track?
Without looking?

(GENTLE ROCK MUSIC)

Mmm.

I think that's enough. Let's go to bed.

(BIRDSONG)

I'd better think about going.

I'll head to the dump then set off.

Do you want me to drive up
to London with you?

I could get the train back.

I'm quite capable of driving a van.

But at the flat,
you'll want someone to unload.

No. I'd rather do it myself.

Fine.

I'll finish up here.

Hey. I've put your essentials out front,
the stuff you can fit in the van.

I saw that.

You have to be careful.
Lifting by yourself?

I'm not an old man. Not just yet.

Now, I'm going to take the stuff
I need now for the flat

and get the removal guys booked.

The stuff we can't use, we can put it
in storage, sell it, whatever.

I'll do the charity shop run.

The estate agents can show the house,
I think, like this, don't you?

Shall I leave my key?

I guess so.

There's no way of dividing this, so...

...you have it.

Are you sure?

I'd like copies of the photos
when you can. That's all I need.

And...you're sure?

Not going to forget anything.

Thank you...for making that easier.

- I found it hard.
- Yes, me too.

But it could've been worse.

Sure you're going to be all right
driving this on the motorway?

- Yeah, of course.
- Use the wing mirrors.

Don't drive too fast.

I know how keen you are to get away.

I never thought it was a mistake.

I've never regretted it. Never will.

Listen to me.

Meeting you, marrying you...

It was the best thing I ever did.

And when our daughter died,
I wanted to die too,

and the only reason I didn't was because
you were always there.

You're a fine, brilliant man, Douglas.

You've no idea how much
I've loved being married to you.

And now you can be
my fine, brilliant ex-husband.

And we've a son who's exactly
as maddening as he should be,

and he's ours.

He's mine and yours
and he's part of both of us.

And the fact that
you and I didn't last for ever...

Well, you've got to stop thinking of it
as a failure or defeat.

Cos we were good, the two of us together.

And it's not the end of the world.
It's not.

And I swear, Douglas,
life will go on and it will be good.

It will.

(DOUGLAS BREATHES DEEPLY)

(GENTLE CHATTER)

I suppose I'm just glad
it wasn't my prostate.

At least he's got
some photos of you now.

Look at the one of me drooling.

Yeah. I don't know when your passport
runs out, but that's the one.

What do you think?

ALBIE: Hate it, don't you?

Not at all.

No, your father was just saying
how compelling it all is.

Not just compelling.

I think it's wonderful.

Well, I should go.

So I'm seeing you next week?

- Exactly. Just let me know where.
- I will.

No small plates this time.
I don't like sharing my food.

Yes, I noticed.

Look, we're going to go for a drink

- if you wanted to join us...
- No, I'll get on.

OK.

You look well, Douglas.

You too.

Got the corduroy out, I see.

Lasts a lifetime.

Is that a good thing?

I think so. Back in fashion, apparently.

Is it now? And who told you that?

I'm pleased to see you.

Me too.

There's a lot going on, isn't there?

There certainly is.

- Sorry I'm a little late.
- No, it's fine.

- Wonderful painting.
- It is.

So, shall we move on?

Yes, let's move on.