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Sorry. Don't look like that.

Look, I'll keep you posted. OK?

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.

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.)

OK. 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.

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.

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.

Maggie.

OK.

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. OK?

I'll be fine.

I'll be home tomorrow night.

'OK.

'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?

OK, 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. OK?

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. OK?

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.

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