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(BIRDSONG)

(PHONE ALARM BEEPS)

(PHONE ALARM BEEPS)

I'm going to Miss my train.

Ryan, I thought I
got Mondays off.

I'm going to smell
that all day now.

Cat food. Smell that. Why
would I want to do that?

I'm going grey. So do
what I do, dye it.

No, I don't mean just my
hair, I mean my face.

Look, skin's like window putty.
I look knackered.

Well, feel free to jump
in any time you want.

Actually, Ryan, if
I could be alone?

No? Oh, Okay. Hi.

I told you not to put things
in halfway through the cycle.

It's a washing cycle, isn't it?

There's nothing "eco" about it
if you have to wash it twice.

And will people leave the
thermostat alone, please?!

I'll See you tonight!

Bye!

See you later!

Anyone?

Anyone?

All right.

I've got total body pump at 10:30
and boxercise at lunchtime.

Enjoy Boxercise. Go
and make them suffer.

I've got to go fight for a seat.

Kick them in the ankles.

Love you. Love you.
No, love you.

I actually do have to go.
I know. See ya.

See ya.

TRAIN ANNOUNCER: Platform
one for the 07:39 to...

Here we go. Elbows out.

...A trolley service of drinks

and light refreshments is
available on this train.

This train is for
London Waterloo.

Excuse me, you're in my seat.
Sorry, is it reserved?

I was just putting my coat up.
I don't see a reservation.

No, there are no reservations.
So it's your seat because?

Because I saw it first. You
reserved it with your magic eyes?

I was putting my coat
up and you barged in.

I didn't "barge" in. Snuck
in, sneaked, sneaked in.

I didn't "sneak", I sat down.
There are rules, etiquette,

otherwise it all becomes a bloody
free-for-all! No need to shout.

I'm not, I could just do
without this on a Mon...

Fine, just have it.
Just have it.

No, no, no! If you need it
so badly, I'll just get up.

I'm actually getting off at
the next stop. Really? Yes.

Are you sure? Thank you.
That's very kind.

What a kind man. Thank you.
Very kind. Thank you.

Yeah, thank you.

So, everyone's happy.

TRAIN ANNOUNCER: This train is
approaching its final stop.

This is London Waterloo.

Change here for London
Underground services.

Please remember to take all
your personal items with you

when you leave the train.

Anyone drown? No.

But it's early.

Who leaves plasters in the pool?
It's the men.

With their verrucas and
their athlete's foot.

Pleasant journey, then?

Some man bawled at me for
sitting in his special seat.

I swear that commute's
going to kill me, Kerry.

Two hours a day breathing into
someone's armpit then home to

sit with Ryan and
discuss confetti.

Let's talk about work.

I love work.

Who here likes their work?

Monday morning I wake with
a silly grin on my face

cos I get to see your
lovely fresh faces.

Bank holiday? Waste of time.
Easter, what's that about?

I love targets,
deadlines, I love it all.

But perhaps some of
you haven't noticed,

it is a competitive market.

And if anyone here thinks there's
time to sit around watching videos

of cats while our clients have
got properties standing empty

7,000 square feet in Leyton,

this warehouse in Uxbridge

then they are mistaken.

THESE rents pay your rent.

Sorry, Jubilee Line...

You stopped for coffee, Martin.

Now...

I've lost my train of thought.
We're finished.

Just erm... get on
with it, will you?

(PHONE RINGS)

Look at him.

Can't even manage a hot drink.

One of your
appointments, isn't he?

Well, he's a dead man
walking, Carl. Really?

What? You want me to erm...?

Would you mind, awfully?

Couldn't we just give
him a written warning?

What, another one?

They've just had a kid.

Well, if you're really
worried, tell him it's my bad.

No.

My responsibility.

"With great power comes great
responsibility." Where's that from?

I don't know, I'm sorry.
Spider-Man.

By end of week, if you please.

(VIOLIN BEING PLAYED)

Candles and a live band.
It's your own little bistro.

What is this exactly?
Frere Jacques, I think.

No, I meant the black
stuff on the fish.

Tapenade. I know it looks
like a tanker disaster

but you can scrape it of with the
back of your knife-that's what I did.

No, I love it. A taste of the
Med. I need a new violin.

And where's our beloved son?
Play rehearsals.

Christ, not again. I've
only just got over Equus.

I said I need a new violin.

And how much is that going to
cost me? I don't know? 400?

HE SCOFFS I'm not made of money,
Charlotte. This one's awful.

Well, is that the
violin's fault?

Just give it a break,
will you, maestro?

I'd pay her four hundred
quid to pack it in.

What?

It's expensive,

but the big plus is we can do the
whole wedding in the same venue.

Sal?

Look, they've had a cancellation
and we've got first refusal.

It's a bloody great
castle, Ryan.

What, you think it's too much?

Not if we come under
attack by Vikings,

but it's just me and
you getting married.

"Just".

The thing is, I've done the
big wedding thing before.

The bagpipes and
smoked salmon for 200

and I hated every second of it. Not
with me! You weren't marrying me.

Which is exactly my point.

You know, it's
different this time.

Do you know what I would love?

Me and you, sneaking into a registry
office on a Saturday afternoon.

I don't want to sneak anywhere.
I want the whole world to know.

Yeah, I want the
world to know too.

I just don't want them
all at the reception.

I'm not doing this for fun,

I'm doing this cos I want everything
to be perfect. And it will be.

I just question the
need for a portcullis.

Oh, come on, don't sulk.

Please?

Let's go to bed.

Let's sleep on it, yeah?

I shouted at this woman on the
train today. Like a nutter.

That's me.

The nutter on the train.

You're tired, that's all.

And it's only Monday.

Let's go out. Just me and you.

Somewhere that's not a parents'
evening or a school play.

Are there places like that?

I could meet you in
London, get a hotel,

go for dinner, go dancing.
What, in a nightclub?

A special club for old people.

Glen Miller and
orthopaedic chairs.

I haven't danced
since our wedding.

Ah, the day the music died.

Love you. Love you too.

(PHONE ALARM BEEPS)

Argh... (PHONE ALARM BEEPS)

I've told you a million times,

you've got to rinse the plates
before you put them in.

See you later.

That was completely out
of order yesterday.

I really don't want to
have that debate again.

No, me neither. I wanted
to apologise. Oh.

It's this journey, you know,
it makes people tense.

Especially me on a
Monday morning.

Veins popping out of my head,
tingle down my left arm.

I was probably a
little abrupt too.

Yeah, you were terrifying.
Quite rightly, though.

It's just you had the Holy
Grail - front-facing,

near the exit, big table. That's
like a lifeboat on the Titanic,

you've got to fight for it.
I'll bear that in mind.

Bye. Bye.

We seem to be walking the
same direction. Yes, we do.

Bit awkward. Yeah.

So how long have you erm...?

Week four.

Was I ever so young, so naive?

So, old-timer, how
long have you been...?

12 years, no parole. Five
weeks off for good behaviour.

Portugal usually.

I'll let you go on. I'll
see you tomorrow, 7:39.

Just don't let me find you
in my seat, all right?

Joking. Sorry.

Well, what can I do?

I'm at work!

Yeah... I know.

Look, I will try to
come home early.

Yeah.

Well, as soon as possible, yeah.

Right, yeah.

Can we talk about
this later, please?

Right.

TRAIN ANNOUNCER: This train
is for London Waterloo.

Sorry, someone's sitting there.

It's a colleague. We're having
a meeting. So, erm... Okay.

Pssst...

Thank you.

How is it?

It's all right.

Do you know it well? Yeah.

Well, I've seen it on telly.

Same thing.

I saw you reading yesterday
and it inspired me.

Some people on this train
just pretend to read

so they don't have to talk.

I carried Harry Potter around
with me for five years.

If it's so you're left
alone, I don't mind.

No, no, it's not that.

I thought, now that
I've got this commute,

I'll read all the books I
should have read at school.

But I've been on the same
page for 10 days now.

Yeah, you look a bit distracted.

Did I?

Is she the one who throws
herself in front of a train?

Oh, well. Who could blame her?

Sorry, I think I just
gave away the ending.

Oh, I don't think I'll
be getting to the end.

Not with me disturbing you.
You're not disturbing me.

If she set her alarm a bit earlier,
she could do that at home.

I do my make-up on the train sometimes.
Well, that's allowed, isn't it?

Not cutting your
toenails though.

No, that's crossing a line.

Makes a change to
actually talk to someone.

I thought that was against
the rules. It is.

What, 250 days a year?

Two and a bit hours a
day, say 600 hours,

giving a 16-hour
waking day, that's...

37 days a year on this
train with these people.

That can't be right.

One year in every ten.

That's more than I
spend with my kids.

I still don't know
anybody's name.

I listen to their phone calls...

see them eat and
sleep, see them drunk.

We nod at each other sometimes
or we moan about the weather,

but none of us know each other.
Not really.

Yeah. That's depressing.

Yeah.

Sally. Sally Thorn.

There you go, an actual name.

Carl Matthews. Well, Carl.

Now we're in trouble. Yeah.

I didn't want to leave London.

I said, what about the art
galleries, the restaurants,

what about the theatre?

Then Ryan pointed out we never
actually went to the theatre.

Is that your husband? Fiance.

Still, it's a long way to move for
an extra bedroom and some decking.

You got kids? We're trying.

A lot.

But you don't need to know that.

On the other hand, if you're the
landlord with 10,000 square feet

to fill, you want a long lease.
In this uncertain

business environment,
it's not going to happen.

Erm, I've got to go.
My work's this way.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm boring on.

No, not at all! I
want to know more.

What train are you getting back?

Well, the 18:49's not bad if you
push up to the front, you know?

Spread your stuff out, eat a bag of
chips, you can get a double seat.

Another handy tip. Yeah,
I'm full of them.

See you there.

No porn at the office,
please, Mr. Matthews.

Client's here.

Any thoughts on our friend
Martin's departure?

Erm...

I thought I'd give
him until Friday.

If you say so.

TRAIN ANNOUNCER: We are now
approaching our next station stop.

Please remember to take all
personal items with you

when leaving the train...
Hey, hey!

Nearly there.

Thank you.

How long have I...?

Since Waterloo. I was erm...

You looked so peaceful, I
didn't want to disturb you.

Not drooled, have I?
No, you haven't.

Stay calm. I will.

Don't lecture him, don't say,
"I'm not made of money."

don't lose your temper,
just be sensitive.

I know how to talk
to my own son!

Sometimes you don't.

So why don't you do it? I have.
It's your turn.

I must warn you, he
was lighting candles.

I'm learning my lines.

What is it this time?

Brecht, oh.

Bertolt Brecht.

Verstehst Du sowieso nicht.

Right, well...

If this is more career guidance,
I'm not changing my mind.

No, I don't want you
to change your mind.

I just, you know, want you
to think hard about it.

And then change my mind.

Well, it's not exactly vocational,
is it, Adam? I mean, you know,

Theatre Arts, it's...

Couldn't you just do
your acting as a hobby?

(HE SCOFFS)

It's brutal out there, Adam.

You know, I see it every day.

I see 50 guys chasing
the same job.

Graduates as well.

You know, and it's not cheap...

If you don't want to contribute...
No, I don't mind that,

as long as there's a decent
job at the end of it.

Like yours, you mean?

No, not like mine.

And don't be...

I'm trying here, mate.

I know.

But it's what I want to do.

We've got electricity now
you know, Shakespeare.

You just flick this switch...
Look at that.

Just don't burn the
house down, that's all.

Theatre Arts.

I've got this waking nightmare
that I'm going to walk across.

Covent Garden one afternoon and
there he is, painted silver.

Standing very, very still.

I love him as well, you know...

He's just a...
pretentious little sod.

He's just going through an arty
phase. We all have an arty phase.

I didn't.

I had a home-computing phase.

I always wanted to be a dancer.

Really.

Contemporary, ballet,
tap, modern.

I was barely out of a
leotard until I was 19.

So what happened?

Real life.

I always wanted to be a chef.
I mean...

Not a cheffy-chef, you know?

Just someone who could cook
really, really good chips.

Maggie and I used
to talk about it.

Getting a little restaurant
or a pub outside of London.

Well, what stopped you?

Kids, money, fear.

You know, same thing, real life.

I still can't believe you're old
enough to have a 17-year-old son.

Well we started early, you know?

Don't know why I'm surprised.

It's a lot less weird than me
having a fiance at my age.

I thought someone would have snatched
you up a long time ago, that's all.

Snatched up then put
back down again.

I was a divorcee,
now I'm a fiancee.

What happened? If it's not
too personal a question.

Another time.

So, what? We must
be near neighbours.

Erm, no, I'm in that
direction actually.

About a mile.

Hey, here... Mint for the booze.

It's an old commuters' trick.

I'll see you tomorrow.

You know, actually
I was going to...

Go on.

You'd say if it was
inappropriate, wouldn't you?

Yes, I will.

It's just this gym of yours.
You know...

all the booze and crisps
and sitting on my arse,

it's taken its toll, so...

I just want a bit of life back.

Unless you think
that's a bad idea? No.

No, we're always happy to
welcome new members. Great.

I'll fix you an evaluation.

For Monday?

Well, who evaluates me? I do.

Unless you'd want someone...

No, no, it's fine. It's just,
you know, make allowances.

I'll give you my e-mail.
It's on the website.

I mean, I presume, it's
on the website, isn't it?

Yeah, it is on the website.

I look forward to
hearing from you. Okay.

Gentle, sad and lonely. You're
not really selling him, Sal.

I'm not trying to SELL him.

And what does Ryan say?

What's Ryan got to do with it?

Well, if this is so innocent,
there's no reason not to tell him.

Just cos we're getting married,

he doesn't need to know
everything about me.

Except he does.

I think that's sort
of the point, babe.

Ryan.

Can I at least take my coat off?
Not tonight, Ryan, please.

I've got a Zumba migraine.
I've cancelled the castle.

You have? Mm-hm.

No white horses, no
helicopters, no bagpipes.

Just you and me.

God, I love you.

(POP MUSIC PLAYS)

What is this terrible music?

My new playlist!

For legs, bums and tums.

Legs, bums and tums.
God help me.

Did the trick though.

Here's hoping, right?

You know, Ryan, most men
don't want their brides

pregnant on their wedding day.

I do. Great.

Little foetal bridesmaid.

Well, there's a
disturbing image.

Well... we can't hang about.

That's what the
spare room's for.

So this isn't an
official warning?

No, I'm afraid it's not, no.

I mean, obviously we'll pay
you to the end of the month.

Bryony's nine months old.
I know that. It's just...

If you're not on the ball,
if the work's not right...

I can be, it will be.

We're up all night.

I'm knackered, that's why I...
It's just, it's not...

I can't go home and tell her
this. We've just bought a flat.

If there's anything I can do...
Not sack me?

No, I mean in terms of references, putting
a word in? You could not sack me.

It's out of my hands.

So it's someone else's decision?
Who is it?

Is it Findlay's? No, no, it's...
it's my bad.

"My bad"?

Fuck off, Carl.

Fair enough.

He took me to the student union
canteen, which was self-service.

And we stood next to each
other with our trays,

little bit self-conscious, and he said,
"You can have whatever you want."

"Soup and a roll, main, sponge
pudding, knock yourself out."

I never said any of that.

We had COD in parsley sauce and
I thought, "He's a catch."

"He's a keeper." And
he was, God help me.

Just so you know I'm going to be late one
night a week from now on. Oh, why's that?

He's having an affair.
Adam, I'm eating.

As a matter of fact,
I've joined a gym.

(LAUGHTER)

Right.

Okay, screwdriver.

Scalpel, forceps,
nurse, mop my brow!

This is a Stanley head.

I need a Philips
head screwdriver.

I'll put the grill on. NO! No
grill! I don't even like barbecue.

Why can't... Got to be
white hot, hasn't it?

It's basically like burnt food.
It'd be

quicker to put the
sausages on the radiator.

So can I go now? No! What's
so urgent? Just a party!

I'm not asking to come,
I'm just curious.

I'm just trying to make conversation
with my favourite son. Can I go too?

Look, I'm trying to cook
us all supper here.

It's going to taste
like paraffin anyway.

You know why he can't put the grill
on? The grill represents failure.

Pack it in, Adam, will you?!

For Christ's sake, all week
I'm up and down on that train

and all I want is just one night
of conversation with my children.

You know, without "I don't like
it" and "Can I leave now?"

Is that too much to ask for, eh?

Is that too strange?
So freakishly bizarre?

Mmmm.

Paraffiny.

Is it about me? No,
it's never about you.

Is it about the kids then?

No, not just the kids...
I'm just...

I'm exhausted, that's all.

You've been exhausted
for the last 15 years.

Which is exactly my point.
I work hard too, you know.

I know, I know. I don't know if you've
noticed, it's not without stress

and I don't take it
out on the kids.

I know, I know. I appreciate it.

Look, come here.

I'll apologise. Okay?

Maybe we need a holiday.

The trouble with holidays
is you've got to come back.

Oh, God, Carl... I just...

You know, I just want some normal,
straightforward family life.

That's all. This is it.
This is what it is.

Now, will you promise
me one thing?

That you will never barbecue
anything ever again.

(HE LAUGHS)
No.

(PHONE ALARM BEEPS)

Carl, any chance
of a quick word?

Oh, I'm just on my way out.
Oh, really? Why's that then?

Job interview?

No, Charlotte - it's
a school concert.

Isn't that what the
lady wife is for?

I'll get in early tomorrow.
Part-timer!

We shut at 6:15.

Yeah, if you arrive by six,
you should be able to...

(MUSIC DROWNS SPEECH)

Hi. Can I help?

Yeah, my name's Carl Matthews.

I'm here for an evaluation
with Sally Thorn.

Ah, the notorious Carl.

Pardon?

Yes, I'll take over
from here, thank you.

Mr. Matthews. Miss Thorn.

(DANCE MUSIC BLARES)
So this is what happens.

You join and for a while
you're here four times a week,

then three, then two,

then once a week,
then hardly ever.

But you feel guilty

and can't be bothered to
cancel your membership

so we keep taking your money

until you finally give
up out of pure shame.

So, where do I sign?

There and there.

Sorry!

There you go. Okay.

Now, do you exercise?

Well...

I run for the train. To be
fair, I've never seen you run.

Okay. Well, I used to
play a bit of football.

A footballer? When?

Eh...1983.

"Weekly alcohol consumption?"
A glass of wine is two units.

Well, I fill a recycling bin.

So what's that, about 20?

We add ten.

And now just so I don't have to give
you mouth-to-mouth first time out,

any medical concerns? I
don't know, probably.

I've started making this
little noise when I stand up.

And if I sit down too
quickly, a button flies off.

Oh, and I grind my teeth at night
and wake up with my fists clenched.

But... All right.

Let's get started
then, shall we?

(DANCE MUSIC CONTINUES)
Doesn't this music drive you mad?

On a loop for nine hours?

I close my eyes at night

and all I can hear
is nts-nts-nts!

Go on, keep going.

So, what do you think?

I'm especially liking
that face you're pulling.

It's like passing a gallstone!

It seems quite impressive to me.

Uh-huh.

There's no way you
could lift this.

Let's move on, shall we?

No, you couldn't lift this.

This is very childish.
Go on, then.

I don't want to embarrass you.
No, go on.

A pint says you
couldn't lift that.

So unprofessional.

No way!

Well, I've been doing all
the others, haven't I?

Oh, you can stop now,
I'll buy you a pint.

That was unbelievable. You're
like some bricky or something.

Oh, thank you!

Next time I'm going to look at
your swimming. You can swim?

Have you ever seen
otters at play?

So, shall I walk you home?

No, I can look after myself.

I saw that!

You could probably kick
the crap out of me.

Let's hope it doesn't
come to that.

(PHONE ALARM BEEPS)

Oh!

Ow!

Oh... ah.

(HE CONTINUES TO GROAN IN PAIN)

Did I tell you I made a
new friend on the train?

"Made a new friend"?
What are you, nine?

Do you want him to come
over for a play date?

Actually, his name is Sally.

Oh! Well, you're a grown man.

Not sleeping with her, are you?

She's not my type.

I'd like to think that's
not the only reason.

Eh?

Entirely self-taught.

Yeah, I sort of guessed that.

Ugh, I'm exhausted.

Well, I've pinpointed
what's wrong

and it's everything.

That bad, eh?

Beyond repair, sorry.

Ryan teaches swimming. You
should talk to him about it.

Ryan? Oh, Ryan.

Is there anything he can't do?

A few things.

He used to teach Xtreme Body
Pump here on Thursday nights.

Xtreme Body Pump?!

Mm, with a capital X.

That's where we met.

He complimented me on
my Body Mass Index.

(THEY LAUGH)
Oh, that old line, eh?!

He's freelance now. He
gets loads of work.

He's unstoppable,

constant state of perspiration.

Every time I look round,

he's bench-pressing
a chest-of-drawers.

He can't even go for a newspaper
without weights tied to his ankles.

Sounds exhausting.

It can be.

He's very reliable...
methodical.

He dry-cleans his jeans.

It sends me crazy!

It's like a sauna
in here, ain't it?

Someone had to say
it, I suppose.

(THE DOOR OPENS)

Hey, closing up now.

We'll let ourselves out.

Thanks, Kerry.

All to ourselves.

Eh, there's a train at 10:32.
So...

Plenty of time.

One last swim?

Yeah, fine.

Come on!

Hang on. Ah, I've got a stitch.

Ah! We'll Miss it. Come on!

Keep going. Keep going.

No! No!

I lost a lung outside Boots.

(SALLY LAUGHS)

What time's the next train?

12:02, gets in at half one.

Come on, then. What?

You owe me a drink, remember?

My first husband was
the complete opposite.

He was a DJ. Oh, you're cool.

No, not really.

Everyone was a DJ in the '90s.

At least they said they were.

Andre... God, we had
some mad times.

He was very handsome,
very charming.

He just thought it was a
shame to waste all that

exclusively on me.

I can't really blame him.
We were far too young.

How young?

26.

I'd been married four years
by the time I was 26.

Well, you weren't
a superstar DJ.

No, that's right, I
was in marketing.

Do you want to do
something really rare?

Come on!

Whoa, hang on,
that's first class!

Look, it's like some
magical wonderland!

Never once? No, never.

Never been tempted?

You know, slow-dancing
at a Christmas party...

A team building exercise in 2006

a bit of flirty paintballing.

Flirty paintballing?

It was... Yeah, that was it.

You know, you think about it,

but it just gets to the point where
you've got too much to lose.

And besides, I love my wife.
She's my soulmate.

A bit corny, isn't it?

You know? I mean, there's
nothing she doesn't know.

She finishes off
all my sentences.

Ryan finishes mine and
gets them all wrong.

Sorry, I'm being a bit boring.

Not boring at all.

(MUSIC DROWNS SPEECH)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

I had a nice night.

Yeah, me too.

A bit too nice, I suspect.

Well, I'll... see
you in six hours!

God, I want to cry.

You'll be all right. Just
drink lots of water. Eh?

That's not why I want to cry.

Some...

Sometimes I feel like
I can't do this.

You know, it doesn't
seem natural

for every day to do
exactly the same thing.

I don't feel like
I've done enough!

And then I think, "Well, what
are you expecting to happen?"

You know? Ryan...
He's a nice man.

He's nice...

We all grow up and settle
down eventually, don't we?

It's not the growing up,
it's the settling down.

I try and see my
face in that picture

and I just...

I can't do it.

I think if you love each
other, and you're happy,

I mean generally, you know,
most of the time then...

That's enough, isn't it?

Is it?

Christ, I bloody hope so.

And what time do you call this?

The train was late so...

You just go to sleep.

You reek of chlorine.

"What time do you call
this, young lady?"

You turned your phone off.

That's allowed, isn't it?

Why didn't you just go to bed?

Well, it was your
turn to cook supper.

All I've had is four energy bars
and now I can't stop shaking.

(SHE SNORTS WITH LAUGHTER)

Right.

Drunk on a school night?

I don't have school nights!

Fine. They're your kidneys!

Yes, they are my kidneys!

At least until the
wedding anyway.

I was worried about
you, that's all.

Goodnight.

Platform 1 for the 07:39 South West
train service to London Waterloo

'calling at Guildford
and London Waterloo.

(TV PLAYS IN BACKGROUND)

If I could just get
a word in edgeways.

I'm just wiped out, that's all.

In fact, I think
I might head up.

I'll see you in a bit.

Just we were supposed to be
meeting. Sorry, she's not here.

Well...

Start again!

Good evening, ladies
and gentlemen,

we are momentarily being
held at a red signal

'but will be on the
move very shortly.

We apologise for any
inconvenience this may 'cause.

Can I have a gin
and tonic, please?

And I'll some crisps - the
sour cream and chives.

The healthy option?

They've got chives in them.

Not real chives,
artificial chives.

Can they do that nowadays?

Same again, please.

I waited for you.

I skipped the 7:39, the 7:53...

...the 8:02.

I thought maybe you were
trying to avoid me.

No, I just thought I should...

you know, take a different
train for a while.

I found myself lying to Ryan.

I've never done that before.

Well, you know, I've lied
about my five-a-day,

but never about where I've been.

I've never turned
my phone off and...

I just thought, you know,

why would I do that to the
man I'm going to Marry?

You're not doing anything.

Well, unless I am.

Carl, have we been flirting?

Well, I haven't. Have you?

Is that really so bad?

Not bad, just... futile.

I'm getting married in July!

And, I mean, you've got a
family and I've got Ryan,

and he's a lovely guy.

He's a lovely man
and I don't know,

it just seems... Futile?

Dangerous.

You know, you get to a point
in your life and you think,

"Is this it?"

I've got all my friends now,
I've got my family, my job.

Same faces every morning,
same sandwich for lunch.

You know? But you...

You're just... you're new

and I haven't talked to anyone
the way that I talk to you,

and I don't hate Monday
mornings any more.

And the worst part of my week?
It's the best part of my week.

And I'd be lying if I said
you're not attractive,

you know, because you are.

I'm sorry, there's nothing
you can do about that.

Should I not be saying this?

Go on.

I just think it's a
shame, you know?

You're down in coach G and
I'm up there in coach B,

just staring out of the window,
you know? It's just...

Unless I'm boring you.

No, not at all.

You're not, I feel the same.

I love seeing you every morning.

Do you?

Of course I do.

I think I'd go nuts otherwise.

Well, what's the harm?
We'll just be...

...sensible.

And keep it on the train. Okay?

(THE ENGINE JUDDERS TO LIFE)

(PHONE ALARM BEEPS)

Final hopes of a breakthrough

'between management and
members of the RMT...

National Union of Rail Maritime
and Transport Workers Union

'broke down last night...
..with no agreement reached.

The strike, due to start
at five this afternoon...

...is already bringing travel chaos
to London and the South-East,

with motoring organisations
reporting long delays.

Why don't you work from home?

Oh, yeah, I'd love to hear
what Findlay said about that.

"I'm sorry, Grant, I'm going
to work from home today,"

"hope you don't mind."

But you'll be stranded!

They're not all on strike, are they?
I'll just be late back, that's all.

Dad? Listen, I've got to go.

I'll keep you posted. Dad!

Do you know about this?

Look, I'll just stay
over at Kerry's.

Worst comes to the worst,
I can find a hotel.

I had us pencilled in.

Soft lights, bit
of baby-making...

I wish you wouldn't
call it that, Ryan.

Well, what do you
want me to call it?

I don't know, Xtreme Body Pump?

Sorry. Don't look like that.

Look, I'll keep you posted.
Okay?

See you.

Hello there.

Working from home, my arse!

They're all in bed,
watching Murder She Wrote.

How's tricks, Carl?

What do you mean? Personally?

At home, at work, what's the mood
generally, work-life-balance-wise?

Just fulfilling my
pastoral duties.

Oh, you know, the usual.

What is "the usual?" I don't
have kids so I wouldn't know.

Well, you know, it's just hard.
Just... balancing stuff.

Because frankly you seem a
bit distracted, recently.

Mind elsewhere,
eye off the ball.

No... Why? Should I be worried?

Not in the least.

You know me. I'd let you
know if I wasn't happy.

Due to industrial action,

all services from this station
are currently suspended.

We apologise for any
inconvenience this might 'cause.

So. What happens now?

I don't think so.

No. It's a bit much, isn't it?

Maybe I'll just
sleep on Kerry's sofa. (Yeah.)

Okay. I'll try and get a train.
Yeah.

Unless... Yeah?

We could just ask, just check.

Yeah, we could just ask. Yeah.

Our best price on
a standard room.

(SALLY SCOFFS)

That's a week at Center Parcs.

As you can imagine, there's a
great deal of demand tonight.

We'd need two separate
single rooms.

Sorry.

I do have a twin room.

Two single beds
in the same room?

That's correct.

At this price.

We could push the beds
together, if you wanted.

No, that's not necessary.
Thanks. Separate beds is fine.

So which one would
you like to...?

I don't mind.

Well, I usually sleep
on the left, so...

Me too.

Well, let's both sleep there.

I'll sleep on the right.

I'm just...

I'm just going to freshen up.
Yeah, sure.

(TV TURNS ON)

(JACUZZI JETS BEGIN TO BUZZ)
Oh!

Room service!

I managed to smuggle
this past the doorman.

You know what this
reminds me of?

A skiing holiday I had when I
was a kid, with the school.

French Alps... Ooh!

...smuggling in fags and those
little bottles of beer, you know?

It was the first time I'd stayed
in a hotel without my parents.

Illicit, adult,

mucking about with
the ice-machine,

smoking out the window,

setting off the
fire extinguisher.

It was anarchy, to be honest.

I still get that today. You know,
that feeling, when I'm in hotels.

Like Miss Gerrard's going to burst
in and catch me any minute.

I brought a change of clothing.

Are you expecting a message?

Sorry, it's just a
nervous tic, you know,

checking my phone
every two minutes.

I do the same thing.

Why do you do that,
do you think?

Maybe we want
something to happen.

(PHONE RINGS)

Maggie.

Okay.

Listen, I better get it.
You know...

Yeah, there's no reason not to.

Hi.

Thank you. Just, you know,
getting a bite to eat.

It's just a crappy little
tourist hotel, you know?

Shared bathroom down the
corridor, it's nothing special.

Aw-w! Well, steal us a towel.

And come home early
tomorrow, won't you?'

You sure you don't want me to
drive in and pick you up?' No!

Absolutely not. The traffic
will have cleared.

Ryan, promise me, do not
drive into London. Okay?

I'll be fine. I'll be
home tomorrow night.

Okay.

Well, make the most of it.

What do you mean?

Well, this may be the last night
of our lives we spend apart.

Yeah, let's hope so.

What are you doing now?

Oh, the usual.

On the sofa watching
telly, dinner on my lap,

pint glass of warm white wine.
You?'

Yeah, just waiting
for my food, yeah.

Lamb madras, naan, basmati
and a spinach bhaji.

Yeah, that's right...

Aw-w, you're so predictable!'

Yeah.

Well, predictably I Miss you.

You too, Carly. Want me to
call you before bedtime?'

No. No, I'm going to have an
early night, you know. So...

I love you.

You too, sweetheart. Sleep well.

Yeah, and you. Bye.

How was that?

Yeah, no problem.

You?

All clear.

I think we should acknowledge
what's going on here, don't you?

Okay, look, we do
this once, just once,

just tonight and then
never, ever again.

No, just once. You
know, it's a fling.

Get it out of the way.

Get it out the way?

No! I mean, you know,
just clear the air.

Yeah. No, exactly
we clear the air.

And then tomorrow, we go back

to being friends on
the morning train.

With no regrets, no guilt
and no apologies. Okay?

Because there is no
point otherwise.

And we don't tell anyone.

No, nobody. No-one.

You know, just no drunken
confessions or anything like that.

It's ours.

It's ours and we take
it to the grave. Okay?

Yeah, agreed. To the grave.

Let's get the bill. I'll pay.

No. I've got to pay. I've
got to pay cash, as well.

I said I was having an Indian.

God, that was a stupid lie.
Why did I do that?

Are we about to make a mistake?

I don't care.

We need to press the button!

Oh, yeah.