All language subtitles for Cold Feet S03 E02 ENG-SUBS

No, you don't understand.

I want results, not excuses. OK?

Quarterly figures on my desk
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Thank you, driver.

Cancel the 12:30. Put the 4:30 up to 3:00.
- And the 3:15?

Make it 6:00.
- At 6:10 you're on Radio 4.

6:20, then. Missed a bit, sonny.

Sorry, madam.

Right. What about New York?

You and Robert
are booked on first class at 7:00.

Good work, Rachel. Thank you.

Oh, no, Ms Gifford. Thank you.

I can't tell you
how much I appreciate the opportunity.

Your ex-husband's on line three.

Oh, God. Again? Take a message.

There's a caller on line two
who wants to order stationery.

Stationery?!

Since when
do I take orders for stationery?

200 manila envelopes, 400 paperclips,
five boxes of correction fluid...

Thank you for choosing Ferguson Office
Supplies. Enjoy your stationery.

Yeah? - I'd llke to order some
Chinese food, please.

A number 6, two number 32s, and one
of your delicious soya-based desserts.

Adam, what do you want?

Oh, you know, just a chat.
See how you're feeling.

Well, I'm feeling like shite.
So, can I go now, please?

Hang on, hang on. What's happened?

Look, I've moved out, right.

You moved...
So, where are you going to sleep tonight?

Oh, let me see.

The bottom of the Manchester Ship Canal.
How's that?

Hello?

Are you fully aware just how bloomingly,
radiantly gorgeous you are?

You're being affectionate. What's wrong?

I can't help it. It's the effect
you have on me.

So, um...was there anything else?

No, no. Just that.

Oh, yeah... Um, I need to ask a wee favour.

The answer's no.
- You don't know what it is yet.

''Can Pete come to stay?''
Adam, the answer is no.

I'm still cleaning up after last time.

Oh, come on, Rach. For me, yeah?

No! Absolutely not. I'm so sorry. Goodbye.

That went very well.

Heather?

Felix! What a pleasant surprise.

I'm stuck in this terminally dull meeting
with your son-in-law,

and I was suddenly overcome
with a strong desire to call you.

Felix, could you hold on just a moment?
I think we've got mice on the line.

250 different ringing tones.

Bach... Scarlatti...

Paganini, I think. Yeah.

1000-number memory, text messaging...

Internet access?

Not as such, no.
But this plastic cover thing is swappable.

On the next generation of mobiles
Internet will be as standard.

David, this isn't a phone.
It's a brick with numbers on it.

Check this out.

Oh, now, that is beautiful.

Fax, word processor, Internet access.
Don't touch that button.

Why? What is it?

Cigarette lighter.
- Really?

That reminds me. Excuse me, I've just
got to make an urgent...business call.

I won't be a minute.

Settling in all right, Janet?

Jenny.

Jenny?
My girlfriend's got an aunt called Jenny.

Small world.

Except she's dead now.

Her aunt, I mean.

I know how she feels, Barry.

If you need a hand, just give us a shout.

We're all just one big happy family here.

Er, you might want to get that.

Ferguson Office Supplies.
How can I help you?

Hiya. It's me.

Oh, hello.

Bad time?
- It's always a bad time here.

They're very strict on personal phone calls.

If they catch you they beat you
to death with rolls of fax paper.

I just wanted to hear your voice.

Look, I'm at work.

If I order something will you keep talking?

All right. Um...

Well, we've got...
some self-laminating pouches.

Some lateral suspension files.
They're very nice.

And there's lots and lots
of long, thick, leaded pencils.

Listen, I've got to go. The boss is lurking.

Can I see you tonight?

Er... No. No, I don't think so.
- Tomorrow, then?

Look, it's a bit quick.
- Jenny?

Thanks for calling Ferguson Office Supplies.

So, tell me, exactly how late are you?

I'm not late. I'm not due back till two.
- I don't mean work.

I mean your...what-d'you-call-it.

Is that a medical term, is it?

You know what I'm talking about.
- Go on. Go on. Use the proper word.

All right, then. The curse.

I'm two weeks late.

Is that a lot?
- Can we stop talking about this?

Yeah. Sure.

You ate that very quickly.
- So?

If you're eating for two,
perhaps we should split the bill three ways?

Adam, I might not be pregnant.

But you must be.
- Why?

Well, surely women just...know.
- How?

I don't know. It's sort of...mystical, isn't it?
Something to do with the moon and the tides.

Are your breasts getting bigger?

I don't know. Do they look bigger?

Well, they're very nice, but...

it's hard to tell from here.

Adam, calm down.

I can't calm down. I'm excited.

I can't sit still or sleep for thinking
about it.

I think we should sort this out once and
for all. We should get a pregnancy test.

Absolutely. You wait here.

Where are you going?
- There's a chemist across the road.

Adam, I'm not doing it here.

Well, obviously not here.

There's a loo out the back.

I have to be back at the office in a minute.
We'll do it tonight.

Tonight? It's a date.

I might be a bit late, though.
Pete's asked me to interrogate Jen.

We'll meet back at home
and make a real night of it, OK?

All right.

So, Pete sent you, then?

Sent me?
- Yeah. To check up on the Scarlet Lady.

No, I just thought it would be
nice to have a...

Yes.

It's nothing serious, OK?
I'm just having a laugh.

A laugh?

Remember? We used to do it all the time
way back in the late '80s.

What about Pete?
Technically you are still married.

I don't believe I'm hearing this.

What?

A lecture on family values
from the Marquis de bloody Sade!

When you split with Rachel
you went at it hammer and tongs.

Ah, yes, but you know, that wasn't fun.

No, that was me hiding my pain
behind a brash, womanising exterior.

Actually, it was fun.

It's just...

Oh, God, it's so nice just to be
desired again,

if you know what I mean.

Anyway, we can't all float around on a white,
fluffy cloud of romantic bliss like you and Rach.

It's not always romantic bliss, you know.

Trouble in paradise?

What's she done?
Shampooed without conditioner?

There's loads of stuff between me
and Rachel you don't know about.

Oh, right. Yeah. The dark side.

No, not dark, just...

..complicated.

Right, yeah. It must be. Look at you.

Really complicated.
Flowers, champagne for the woman you love.

Healthy joint income,
no kids, nice house, no responsibilities.

Am I starting to sound bitter?
- A little.

Yeah. Cos I am.

Listen, just tell Pete I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean to upset him.
I was just letting off a bit of steam.

I was having a laugh.

I was, and...

Oh, God, if it's any consolation, I don't think
this Robert's that bothered about me anyway.

Who the hell...!

Well, I don't think they're from Pete.

Hello, Sleeping Beauty.

Oh, my God.

David, they're beautiful.
- Aren't they?

Where's your mother?

In the kitchen. Why?

Karen, the twins are crying.

Did Felix talk about me?

And nothing else.

He's picking you up tomorrow night. 7:30.

Could I have a word, please?

In private.

Stop it.
- Stop what?

You know what.
Pimping for your slimy business friends.

It's not pimping. It's matchmaking.

But in case you hadn't noticed, David, she's
married. To my father, as a matter of fact.

Well, I won't tell him if you don't.

You really are a moral black hole,
aren't you?

If that's Felix Bishop, tell him
she's grounded.

Sorry to disturb you. I just wondered if
you'd heard the terrible news?

Sorry, not interested.

Who was it?

Jehovah's Witness.
Flogging their Bad News Bible.

Look we're all C of E here.
- I really think you should read this.

Hiya.

Hi.

Flowers, champagne and...

Da-da! One pregnancy test.

Tell you what, though - good job this doesn't
happen very often. These are ten quid a pop.

Ten quid for a stick you pee on.

Shame you can't make your own.

Adam, I'm not pregnant.
- We'll soon find out.

No, I mean I know I'm not pregnant.

Are you sure?
- Absolutely. It happened just now.

False alarm.

OK.

I see.

Let's just have some champagne, then,
shall we?

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have got your hopes up.

Ah, don't be daft.

Are you disappointed?

Disappointed? No. Well, a little.

Um...

We're just celebrating something else now,
aren't we?

To a near miss.

To a near miss.

''The Council have decided
to sell off Brookwood Park and playground,

and turn it into a large-scale retail
development and car park.''

Bang go the property prices.

Is that all you can think of?
Property prices?

That's what it's about, isn't it?

I mean, it's hardly Tuscany. Just a couple
of dodgy swings and a scrap of green.

Where your son goes to play.
Josh loves those swings.

There's a perfectly good swing in the shed.
- That's not the point, though.

It's not about whether Josh
has access to a swing, or property prices.

It's about the community,
other people's children

who don't have
three-quarters of an acre to run around in.

The erosion of our quality of life.

If there was something I could do,
I would, honestly.

So, go to the meeting.
Tomorrow night. 6:30 pm.

Don't just come over all nimbyish,
and then refuse to do anything.

Community meeting? I hate the idea of
it all - weak tea and economy biscuits.

You are so apathetic.
- I'm not.

Yes, you are. When have you ever
made a stand on anything?

Marched, protested, made your voice heard?

Apartheid.

You stopped drinking South African wine.

I very much doubt Nelson Mandela
will be sending you a thank-you note.

Well, why don't you go?

OK. Great. I'd love to.

You can bath the children,
and talk to my mother about her boyfriend.

All right, all right. I'll go.

I can tell you this,
it'll be a complete waste of time.

Oh, shite. Shite.

Oh, yeah?

Hey! Hello, mate. Sorry, did I wake you?

Would I be right in thinking you're pissed?
- You sound like Jenny when you say that.

Except... Except the accent's wrong.

You gotta hold your hands out like that,
and go, ''What time of night do you call this?''

Where've you been, Pete?
- Not bad.

But the accent's still wrong.

It needs to be more nasal. More flatter.

Seriously, though.

Seriously though... I've been out doing
what you told me to do. Out looking for flats.

Where?

Let me see...

The Ship And Anchor,
the Prince John, and the Carpenter's Arms.

And do you know what?
Not one of them had flats.

But do you know what they did have? Lager!

You've been to the pub by yourself.

No, no, no, no.

I've been out with Jenny.

Er... No, I forgot.

I've split up with Jenny. Yes,
I was by myself.

Don't go drinking on your own, Pete.

Why don't you come and join me?

Are you wise? I am going back to Rachel.

You know, I really love you.

I love you too, mate.

No, I mean it. I bloody do love you.

I think it's an absolute bloody tragedy
what happened with you and Jen.

I've got to tell you something.
Something rotten.

Something that happened earlier tonight.
- Go on.

You mustn't tell Rachel I told you.
- Jenny made a pass at you.

No, Rachel and me... What?

Jenny tried to get off with you again.

No. What did you say that for?

She fancies you. She's always fancied you.

And now that I'm off the scene...

Hold on to your horses, you big bollocks!

''Oh, Adam. Lovely Adam.
Twinkly, Irish, funny Adam.

Is Adam going to be there?
Are we going to invite Adam?''

Hey, Adam,
do you think Rachel secretly fancies me?

You wanker!

If you want to borrow money to go to
a hotel, I will lend it to you.

But you make sure you're gone out of here
by tomorrow night.

Good morning.
- Give us a kiss.

Oh, no way! Not till you've brushed
your teeth.

Worth a try.

Adam?
- Yeah?

Are you still all right about yesterday?

About the near miss?

Yeah. Of course. Of course.

We're lucky, aren't we?

Yeah.

Yeah.

So, what do you reckon, eh?

It is fantastic!
- Hey, it's all right, in't it?

Yeah, and the carpet doesn't make
that sucking noise when you walk on it.

Mind you, I'm going to miss that.

It's gonna need a lick of paint.
A couple of coats of magnolia should sort it.

Yeah. Some new furniture.
Can we burn the futon?

Has it got a spare bedroom, love?

What do we want a spare room for?

Well, you know,
just...after we get married an' that,

if there's ever more than just
the two of us.

How do you mean? Like a lodger? Like Adam?
- No.

I know what you're on about.

Don't panic. I think we'd better get a bed
before we have a baby.

Hey, shall we go and see the rest of it?
- Yeah.

Of course, it'll need some work doing.
You know, painting and...

Are you on your own?

Sorry?

Is it just you?

Yeah. It's just me.

Angry?

Yeah.

Can I come in?
- No.

So, giving you these isn't going to
help much.

Flowers.
- To apologise...for the flowers.

Robert, I just think it's inappropriate.

I know I've been a bit full-on,

and I should be a bastard, and not phone
you, pretend I'm not interested,

and all that crap men are supposed
to do, but...

..the fact is I am interested.

So...why pretend I'm not?

Am I making sense? I mean, shall I go on,
or are the police on their way already?

Go on.
- You know, you should count yourself lucky.

Compared to some sods out there,
I'm a good catch.

I'm reliable, I'm affectionate.

I am, I'm told, more than averagely
good in bed.

Passionate and courteous.

Imaginative...

but not weird or kinky.

I'm clean, which I know doesn't sound much,
but shouldn't be taken for granted.

If I'm a bit over-enthusiastic, I'm sorry.
I won't phone you again.

I'll... I'll wait for you to call me,

and if I don't hear from you...

..that's a shame.

Because whatever happens, Jenny,
whether you phone me or not,

I think you're absolutely spectacular.

See you.

Hello?

Hiya.

Hello. How are you?

Good. Listen, I was just thinking.

Do you want to go out tonight?

Yeah. Er... 8:00?

30.

8:30 it is.

Conditions as follows.
- Go on.

I choose the restaurant. I pay for dinner.

No more flowers.

Agreed.

I'll see you then.

What year were you born?

1967.

You're a mature student?
- No.

You're not a student?

No. I'm not mature. Ha-ha!

No, but I was a student.

When?
- 12 years ago.

What did you study?

Accountancy.

I know what you're thinking -
''Accountancy, boring!''

But no, no, they were pretty wild times.
Oh, yeah, I can assure you of that.

There was one time we got completely wasted.

We'd been in the pub all day,
and went to my mate's house,

and he had some weed,
so we rolled this great big spliff.

I had a puff on it, next thing you know
- bang! I passed out in the kitchen.

Smacked my head on the formica top.
Blood everywhere!

Had to be hospitalised. Even had a brain
scan. Nearly lost the sight in one eye.

Ooh, students, eh? Ho ho!

So, where do you stand
on Third World debt?

Basically my feeling is, if you borrow
money, you've got to pay it back.

Right. Well, Peter, we'll let you know.

Now over to the Chairman
of your Residents' Association, Mr Phillips.

So, if I may refer you
to item one on the agenda,

concerning the official naming
of our little band.

Anyone any ideas?

Are we allowed to smoke?
- I'll put it to the floor.

What's our smoking policy?

And this would be your room.

Your own bathroom up there,
so no queuing for the loo.

Oh, great.

I've got a fold-out bed somewhere
for when your son comes to stay.

Oh, that's nice.

So, what do you think?

I think it's smashing.

Yeah, my wife used to use it as her study.

Oh, you're divorced?

Amicably.

Blimey!
How did you manage to pull that one off?

It took a while.

How about you? Divorced? - No.
Separated. But only for a trial period.

And afterwards, you get a mint imperial
and a carnation for the lady.

You don't get that in your
fancy restaurants.

You certainly don't.

How was your korma?

You big girl! That is a lass's curry!

I'm telling you, if Pete knew
I was out with someone who had a korma...

Oh, that was the P word. Sorry.

Er, I'll change the subject.

What is it you do...again?

We develop communications systems
that utilise Internet technology,

but via the telephone interface as opposed
to the outmoded QWERTY keyboard.

No. Sorry. Different language.

You've got to understand,
I haven't come to terms with Ceefax yet.

What?

Nothing.

Good. Right.
Do you want to go back up for some more?

Er, no. I'm fine.

Do you think I'm taking
''eat as much as you like'' a bit literally?

Well, stuff it! It's my fiver.

I'm going to make the most of it.

Green spaces in our cities
are absolutely vital...

You wanted to say somethlng, sir?

Who me? No, sorry, no, I'm just leaving.

Well, thank you for your contribution.

I would like to make one point, if I may?

Yes?

You're on item one of a 19-point agenda,

and I feel by the time you reach item two,
they'll have actually built the supermarket.

You are an excellent shopper, sir.

Why, thank you.

I did a special course at college.

God. I am absolutely knackered.

Not too knackered, I hope.
- Why?

Well, Pete's out.

Yeah?

We've got the house to ourselves.

Yeah, for a couple of hours, at least.
Why, what do you have in mind?

What's brought all this on? - I don't
know. Maybe it was all that shopping.

You are aroused by shopping?

Does that make me a bad person?
- I think it probably does.

We could see the world.

South America.

Australia.

India.

Hm. Great!

I've always fancied India.

Seems a bit ambitious for two weeks, though,
doesn't it?

It doesn't have to be for two weeks.

I could ask work for a month off.
A sabbatical.

Well, that's fine for you,

but my company's bollocksed if I'm
not there.

The important thing to remember is
that we can do whatever we want.

Two more years of freedom.

Yeah?

Two more years of freedom.

A certain politician once said
that there is no such thing as society.

Well, as I look around this hall tonight,
that's not what I see.

I see society.

I see a community.

Now, this isn't just about
a couple of swings and slides.

Or property prices. No.

It's about other people's children.

Children who don't have
three-quarters of an acre to run around in.

The insidious erosion of their
quality of life.

Now, I'm no hypocrite.

I use supermarkets.

And yes, I want convenience.

Yes, I want groceries.

But not at any price.

For when it comes down to it,

what price sticker
can you put on the smile of a child?

Thanks. OK.

Ah, you should have been there, Karen.

Felt the atmosphere. It was electric.
- I'm sure you were an inspiration.

So, the playground's saved, is it?

Well, obviously, there's still
a long way to go,

but now the Playground Task Force
is up and running...

The Playground Task Force?

Task Force. Yes.

David, it's two swings and a slide.
It's hardly the Guns Of Navarone, is it?

Well, you were the one
who went on about quality of life.

So I suppose you must be
the newly appointed Playground Tsar?

Yes.

I don't think you're taking me seriously.

So, where did you go for a drink?
- Sorry?

You've been drinking.

Oh, just a quick pint, you know,
with my comrades.

Well, I've been sort of
off the political scene recently.

I was pretty active
with the anti-Apartheid movement, of course,

but not that much since then,
so I suppose...

Yeah, it's politics with a small P.

So, would you describe yourself
as a socialist?

A socialist? Um...

How about socialist with a small S?

How small?

That small.

Yeah, well, I suppose I would. Yeah.

If the S were small enough.

David, I wanted to ask you something.

But I'm worried it's a bit forward.

Well, you'll never find out until you try.

OK. I wonder...

Have you ever considered
joining the Labour Party?

The Labour Party?

New Labour, actually. Is that so surprising?

Well, yes, it is, actually, seeing as the only
organisation you've ever joined is the RAC.

Do you want to go upstairs?

Are you sure?
- No... I think I'm sure, yeah.

Sorry, Robert.

I'm a nervous wreck, aren't I?

I haven't been in this position for years.
15 years.

I'm like a teenager, aren't I?
I'm shaking and everything. Pathetic.

Jenny, it's fine. Look, do you want
me to go?

No, I don't.

Look, we can just...

you know, go upstairs?

We don't have to do anything.

Just...have a cuddle, and...

..just go to sleep, yeah?

Actually, I think I quite want sex.

Hello. Our first visitors.
You must be Adam...and Rachel.

I assume I got that the right way round?
Come in, come in. Pete's upstairs.

Thanks.

I'd just like to say a few words.

Whilst it's been a pleasure having
you to stay,

it's even more of a pleasure
having you move out.

So, if I may, I'd like to propose
a toast to...

the future.

The future.

Well, I suppose it'll do.
For the time being, anyway.

Yeah. Hey, it'll certainly make a change,
living with a gay guy.

Who's a gay guy?

Your landlord.

Matthew? Matthew's not gay.

Why are there photos of him
and his boyfriend in the hall?

That's just his best mate.
I've got pictures of you and me.

Yeah. Not of us holding hands
in our swimming trunks, though.

What about all those musical soundtracks?

Loads of straight blokes like musicals.

I loved Les Mis.
Anyway, he can't be gay, he's divorced.

Did you seriously not know?

It'll be interesting, a whole new lifestyle.

He could teach you how to cook.
- And dance down Canal Street.

And at least you'll know
this place will always be neat.

Will you stop laughing at me?

I cannot tell you how sick I am
of watching you two laugh at me.

Sorry, Pete. We were just having
a bit of fun.

That's all it is to you - a bit of fun!

You sit there all smug, and then it's
back to your cosy little love nest,

while I sit here in this dump
going out of my skull with loneliness.

Pete, come on. It's not that bad.

Adam! How can you say that?
Look at me - I'm falling to bits.

I've lost my family. I'm in a job
that I loathe with people I hate.

My friends think I'm some sort of joke.
Jenny despises me.

Jenny doesn't despise you.
- Rachel!

She flinches when I go to touch her.

My wife. Can you imagine what that's like?

And now I look at Jenny. She's fine.

She's flying. Dumping me was the best thing
that could have ever happened to her.

And meanwhile there's me -
the best part of my life over,

living here in some shithole
with a three-bar fire...

..an empty bed and just some lonely,
weird old queen for company.

Now, you tell me,
could it possibly, possibly get any worse?

Well, tell me!

I did knock,
but I don't think you could have heard me.

Er...flat-warming present.

I hope you'll be very happy here, Pete.

If you want me, I'll be downstairs,

Listening to my Judy Garland records...

flower arranging,
ironing my bandanna, that sort of thing.

Well, good night.

Morning, Barry. How was your weekend?
Action-packed?

What's the matter with you?

The supervisor wants to see you
in his office.

Oh, God! Here we go again.

They're very strict on personal phone calls.

They beat you to death with rolls of
fax paper if they catch you.

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

That is someone impersonating me.

We do take matters like this very seriously,
Mrs Gifford.

I'm afraid
we'll have to issue a formal warning.

What? For making a joke?

It's our policy to regularly screen
employees' calls.

If you have any complaints,
I suggest you take it up with your agency.

Right. Thanks very much.

Listen, just out of interest, how many more
formal warnings do I get before I get fired?

Just the one.

Good.

Will that do it?

See you, Barry.

Keep in touch.

Thanks for coming round, you two.
I was starting to feel a bit mad.

What happened to the joys of motherhood?

It's a myth.

I just miss adults. Big, properly proportioned
people who can walk and talk, and eat solids.

David's never here.

Especially since he's discovered
radical politics.

Even when he is,
we're too tired to do anything except grunt.

I'm spending so much time with Ramona,

I'm beginning to think English
is my second language.

I swear to God,
you two don't know how lucky you are.

Why are we lucky?

Sorry?

You, Pete, Jen,
you all keep telling us how lucky we are.

I don't feel that lucky. Why are
we lucky? Tell us.

Well, because you've got your freedom.

You mean we don't have kids?

Well, no. You don't yet, do you?

Well, I'm sure you will eventually, but...

Sorry. Have I said something wrong?
- No, of course you haven't. Adam...

What if we can't have them, eh?
Will we still feel lucky then?

We can have them.

We were going to talk about it
in two years' time.

Because we're too scared to talk
about it now.

I think I'll go and check up on the twins.

What is wrong with you?

What is wrong with me?
- Yes.

Have you forgotten, Rachel, I had cancer?

Yes, but you're better now.

Maybe I am, maybe I'm not.

Rachel, why are we avoiding this subject?
Why don't we just come out and say it?

I might be infertile.
- And you might not be.

You don't get it, do you?
I thought you were pregnant.

I thought you were going to have our baby.
You led me to believe you were pregnant.

Adam, that is not fair... - Then you
tell me it was all a stupid false alarm.

You said you didn't mind.

Well, I lied, then! I lied!

Don't you think I wasn't disappointed?

Eh? I want us to have children too,
you know.

So, why aren't we? Why can't we just
come out and say, ''We want babies''?

Because we can't,
and we're scared it will all be my fault.

It's not your fault! It's nobody's fault.

It's easy for you to say. You're all right.
We all know you can have a baby!

Is that what this is about? Hey?

No. No. Of course not.

You're blaming me because of the abortion.
You think it's all my fault?

Rachel, that's not what I meant
to say. I didn't...

You know,
if there's a more pig-ignorant, fat-headed,

big-mouthed little bollocks out there,
I'd like to meet him.

Oh, Rachel, I'm sorry.

Come here.

Sweetheart,
we can't let this ruin things between us.

You're right. We should face facts,
but...let's not let it mess us up.

What are we gonna do?

I think...

I think we should go and see a specialist.

Oh, God!

You banked some sperm. You must have known
that one day we might have to use it.

I suppose so.
- Well, maybe that time is now.

I'm so happy at the moment.

Just us doing what we want to do, but...

..I don't want it to be just us any more.

And I don't want a new kitchen, or to go
to India, or to concentrate on my career.

I want us to start a family.

I know, I know. Me too.

You know, doctors, and tests,
and treatment...

It just all sounds like such a nightmare.

Well, that depends on how you look at it,
doesn't it?

You could see it as a nightmare, or...

you can see it as an exciting adventure.

An exciting adventure?

Mm.

So, which member of the Famous Five are you?

Right. What's my next assignment?

Well, let me see. We've just had a call
from a china shop. They need a bull.

Sorry?

Jenny, I'm afraid there isn't going to be
a next assignment.

You're messing about, aren't you?

Every job, you've either been sacked,
or you resigned before they could sack you.

Come on. There must be something.

Not during peacetime, no.

Maybe I'm just unemployable.

Maybe you're just not very good
at being told what to do.

Maybe.

So, what are you going to do?

I don't know. Waitressing or bar work,
I suppose. It'll be all right.

I'll just... I'll ask around at some
restaurants this weekend. It'll be fine.

Er...

What?

About this weekend.

Oh, yeah?
- I was hoping you'd be free.

Why?

Well... I thought we'd take a little trip.

New York! You're bloody joking!

It's only for the weekend.
- No. No way! What about Adam?

It's your weekend to have him.
- No, from Saturday morning onwards!

What, and you can't pick him up on Friday?

Cos you've got plans with Cindy Crawford?
- That is not the point!

The point is you cannot bear the thought
of me having any fun, can you?

No, you'd rather I sat on my fat arse
and felt sorry for myself.

Jesus Christ, you can be a selfish cow!

Yeah, and you can be
a self-pitying, stupid bastard!

Oh, shut up! Christ!

God!

We're not handling this very well, are we?

No. No, not really. No.

Look, you know I've always
wanted to go to New York.

Well, that's half the problem, isn't it?
- What is?

Because I always wanted to take you.

Pete, you know that's not going
to happen now.

Look, I'm sorry. I am.

But I like Robert.

I don't know what's gonna happen,
if it's serious or what, but I like him,

and I really need the company,
and I want to move on,

and I'm really sorry if you're upset,
but I've been unhappy for a long time,

and I just think this is unfair.

You're not going to change your
mind, are you?

No.

No, I'm not.

So, you took
the precaution of banking some sperm?

When I had the radiotherapy, yes.
- Very wise. Do you know how much?

How much? Erm...

More than a teaspoonful, less than a pint.

Actually, it was quite hard getting
it into the wee jar.

Why? Is that important? - It is if
you were planning artificial insemination.

If Adam's supply is cut off, so to speak,

then there's a possibility that after
a few treatments we might just run out.

And so what's the alternative?

Intra-cytoplasmic sperm injection.

If your sperm is in short supply,
it's the best option, best option...

It's pretty much the same as IVF,
but we inject a single sperm into the egg.

It takes place externally.

We'd have to remove a number
of eggs, Rachel.

The procedure...

..which we can pop back in.

Whatever you choose to do,

I think it's probably safe to say it's
the most difficult decision you'll ever make.

Are you familiar
with the word emasculation?

Emasculation?

Horrible, isn't it?

I always thought I was
this little bundle of testosterone.

Whenever I slept with someone -
and God knows, I've done my share -

afterwards, I'd always lie there and think,

''Please God, I hope they're not pregnant,
what with me being such a man and all.''

I thought if a woman sipped my pint
she'd have twins.

But now, with Rachel, for the first time,
I'm thinking,

''Please, God...

will you please just let us have a baby?''

All that time, I treated sex as...

recreation, fun, a laugh...

..and then, all of a sudden,
I realise what it's for.

This very simple, very ordinary,
yet beautiful thing.

And I can't manage it.

I can't manage it.

I feel llke I'm being punished.

God, listen to me talking like a Catholic.

What does Rachel think about the idea?

About the treatment?

I'm excited, but I'm scared too.

Basically, if a doctor says there's
this procedure

that's stressful, painful
and fantastically expensive,

you're not exactly going to say,
'''Way-hey, book me in'', are you?

What does Adam think?

I don't know. He hasn't said yet.

I think he's worried about the money.

Four grand!

Per treatment. Times that by four
or five, maybe.

Blimey.

Right, I'll get the next round in.

You put your money away.

Scratchings?

It's not just the money, is it?

It's...you know, the stress, the anxiety,
and there are all these other questions.

What if there's something wrong
with Adam's sperm?

Are we going to use a sperm donor?
Some complete stranger?

Well, it needn't be a stranger.
You could ask someone you already know.

Darling, have you seen my golf shoes?
- Cupboard under the stairs.

Right.

Don't worry. I wasn't going to suggest it.

If you ever do run out of sperm,
I've got loads going spare.

Thanks, Pete. I'm touched.

Disturbed but touched.

So, anyway, now you know.

I'm sorry, mate. I had no idea. - It's
all right. You've got enough to worry about.

Yeah.

So, did Jenny tell you about New York?

Uh-huh.

Do you think I'm being a bastard?

I think Jenny's having fun and you're not,
and that's hard.

Still, it's like that Sting song, isn't it?

Englishman In New York?
- No.

Russians? Dream Of The Blue Turtles?

No. If You Love Somebody Set Them Free.

I suppose so.

I can't help it, though. I bloody hate
that bloke. - Who? Robert?

No, Sting.

Tottenham in front
within three mlnutes of the re-start.

I'm sorry about the other day.

It's all right.

If it's going to be a problem, though,
it might be a good idea to move out.

No, no, no, it's all right. It's just
I've been under a bit of stress lately.

Yeah. I know what it's like.

Me and my wife had a terrible break-up.

What happened?

She caught me in bed
with our next-door neighbour. Patrick.

Right.

So, you don't think she over-reacted?

So?

So...

We're gonna do this, yes?

Yeah. But together, yeah?

Oh, yeah.

And we're gonna look after each other
all the time, yeah?

Yeah.

And while we're waiting for the doctors
and all that...

Mm-hm?

..we're gonna keep trying naturally at
every single possible available opportunity.

Yeah?

Ooh, yeah.

Hello?
- Hi, it's me.

Don't worry. I'm not phoning to moan
or shout or anything.

That's a shame.

I just wanted to say, I'm still trying
to get used to the idea, but next weekend -

you can go to New York with Robert
or whatever his name is,

and I'll look after Adam, all right?

Are you sure?

Of course I'm sure. He's my son, isn't he?

Right. Listen, where are you living?
What's going on?

I've got a new place. It's great.

It's got ceilings, walls, the lot.
I've got a great landlord.

You'll have to come round.

Listen, that's brilliant.

Thanks, Pete.
- That's all right.

Um, how are you? Are you all right?

Yeah, I think I am.

Yeah. I'm all right.

Hey, Jenny, give my regards to Broadway,
yeah?

Yeah.

Thanks, Pete. Bye.

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