01x06 - No Talking

[bunniefuu]

["Am I the Same Girl" playing]

♪ ♪

‐ ♪ Why don't you stop ♪

[horn blares]

‐ Yeah, and there we go.

Across the border
into Wiltshire.

‐ Wey hey!
‐ No turning back.

‐ We're on a bus!

‐ No, it's not a bus, darling.

It's bigger than a bus.

‐ Oh, it's good to get away
from the rat race.

I'm sure they have
rat races round here,

but they're probably
on a village green

and they all wear
tiny little shorts.

[both laugh]

Thank you, Darren.

‐ Can I have the iPad?

‐ Uh, no darling,
I didn't pack it.

‐ Why?
‐ Why?

Because this trip
is about unplugging.

We're going Apple cold turkey.

We're going iTurkey.

‐ Dad?
‐ Yep?

‐ Is your bum hot?

Uh‐‐

Yeah, I suppose it is a bit.

‐ Oh that's the under‐seat
heating.

‐ Mm.
‐ I have it on routinely.

For my, uh, balls.

Need to keep them temperate,
or fertility wise‐‐[whistles]

‐ Playing more music.
‐ Sorry.

Probably too much information.

Well it's quite a lot
of information.

‐ Have you been affected
by an accident at work

that wasn't your fault?

Orbital Claims

is here to help‐‐
‐ [turns radio off]

‐ Is that
an Orbital Claims ad?

‐ No. Don't think so.
‐ [turns radio on]

‐ At Orbital Claims,
we take‐‐

‐ [turns radio off]
‐ Yes it is.

But Orbital Claims
are our clients.

‐ Oh, not on this campaign.
‐ Yes this campaign.

They booked studio space
for this advert last month.

He's about to say,
"Count on reliability,"

or something tautological.
[turns radio on]

‐ Reliability
you can depend on.

Orbital Claims.
‐ [turns radio off]

And we are
very nearly there, guys.

‐Good‐o.
‐ [children cheering]

At last.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

‐ Okay kids. Come on.

God, who'd you buy
this house from,

Blofeld or Jamiroquai?

‐ It's architect designed.

‐ Well, all houses are,
aren't they?

No one lives in a
house designed by a newsagent.

Right, let's unpack.

‐ Look at these emails.

That campaign
was promised to us.

They gazumped us,
I'm calling them now.

‐ No, no, don't.
We weren't gazumped.

‐ They completely gazumped us,
Darren!

‐ Ally?
‐ What?

‐ Do you want me
to bring Michael?

‐ I bet you can't catch me.
‐ I will!

‐ Oh God, oh, yes.
Yes. Of course.

‐ Okay. Come on big man.

Ooh, Christ!

Hey, hey, kids,
don't run please.

Don't break anything.

Everything
in this house costs...

I'm guessing a million pounds.

Darren, are you an actual
arms dealer?

‐ [laughs] No,
I just invested wisely.

‐ What, in the destabilization
of the Middle East?

‐ Give me one good reason not
to ring Orbital

and call them wankers.
‐ [sighs]

They moved on, Ally.

I mean,
when it came down to it,

you weren't available.

‐ Because?

‐ [sighs] Of Michael's passing.

Death.

He d*ed.

Sorry, you know that.
‐ Oh.

‐ That meant we were
in violation,

so Orbital went elsewhere.

You were the reason
they signed with us.

‐ Oh, that was a five‐figure
contract, Darren.

sh*t a grab‐bag of f*ck!

‐ Dad?
‐ Mm‐hmm?

‐ There's a naked lady
on the wall

of Darren's bedroom.

‐ Oh, it's,
it's a painting, an old one.

‐ Okay.
‐ Not p*rn, art.

I mean, it's not even erotica.

‐ Luke,
what have I told you about

going into
other people's bedrooms?

Get outside,
explore the garden,

don't k*ll or eat anything.

Go. Go.

‐ Sorry, Darren.
‐ Oh, it's fine.

♪ ♪

‐ Are you sure
this is the right one?

Is this the spare room?
[laughs]

‐ I know.

Where did Darren
get his money from?

‐ Sheer bloody hard work.
‐ [chuckles]

‐ That and his stepdad
was a hedge fund manager.

‐ [laughs]

‐ Thank you, by the way.
‐ Hmm? For what?

‐ For taking on
all the random stuff

for the kids.
‐ Oh.

‐ I know how
much you hate stuff.

‐ Oh, it's not a problem.

‐ [sighs]
‐ It's not a pleasure either,

but it's not a problem.

‐ I can't believe I‐‐
Oh my God!

This bed is so comfy.

I can't believe I've screwed up
the Orbital thing.

‐ Oh come on,
your dad had just d*ed.

There was nothing
that you could‐‐f*cking hell,

you're not kidding.
‐ I know.

‐ f*ck!

The Orbital thing
is not your fault.

You might as well say
9/11's your fault,

when we both know

you had virtually nothing
to do with it.

‐ [laughs]

‐ Mm.

You all right?

‐ I think you're doing
really well.

‐ Mm.
‐ Yeah.

Ally, are you okay?
‐ Yeah, I heard you, Paul.

In case you hadn't noticed,

I'm on my way to
psycho‐f*cking‐therapy!

So I'm brilliant, I'm great.

[sighs]
‐ Fair enough.

Listen, don't be worried
if you fancy him,

I've seen documentaries,
I know it happens.

‐ It's a woman.

‐ Oh.

This is where
I don't say the thing

that you think I'm gonna.

Hey.

Don't be anxious.
‐ I'm not.

‐ That was easy,
I should be a therapist.

‐ [chuckles]

‐ You going in?

‐ So it's all great, really,
I mean,

ups and downs
with the family and Mum

and obviously, er, Michael,
et cetera.

But you know,
I'm just, you know,

rolling with the punches
and getting on with it.

[chuckles] I mean, yeah,
it's just, it's all fine.

‐ Ally, I'm just gonna
stop you there.

‐ Am I doing this wrong?

‐ No, you're not
doing it wrong.

‐ Because you said that
I could just use this time

to talk about what I like, so‐‐

‐ Yes, yeah.

And you're doing
a great job of showing me

how everything is fine
and working well,

but there must be a reason
you're here.

‐ You seem very young,
are you‐‐are you a trainee?

‐ Excuse me?
‐ Well‐‐are you on a course?

'Cause I'm assuming not just
anyone

can call themselves
a therapist.

‐ Actually, they can.

It's not
a legally protected title.

‐ That is mental.

Sorry, no offence,
but‐‐

I just don't like
the thought of someone

tearing around my brain
with "L" plates on.

‐ I'm in my third year of
training

as a psychodynamic
psychoanalyst,

so not quite
fully qualified, but‐‐

‐ So have you at least got
some GCSEs?

What's 7 x 8's?
‐ This isn't about me.

‐ It's 56.
‐ Why are you here, Ally?

♪ ♪

I know that
your dad d*ed recently.

‐ Yep. Yeah.

‐ So, why don't we
start with that?

Tell me‐‐tell me about him.

‐ Mm...

Nah.

[door opens]

‐ Hey. That was quick.

Pay for the hour?
‐ No, it was a bit crap,

to be honest.

‐ sh*t, really?
‐ Yeah.

Maybe it's not for me
and I should just

try something else.

Dad liked Reiki,
so that might possibly be‐‐

‐ Pseudoscience bullshit?

‐ Oh, oh, I'm sorry Paul,

it was just‐‐
it was a bit brutal.

‐ Ah.
‐ Mm.

‐ Right?
‐ Yeah.

‐ Hmm, okay.

Well...

worth a go, I suppose.

‐ I meant‐‐when I say brutal,
I mean, like,

I mean in a good way.

You know,
unearthing old bones,

old, old psychological bones.

‐ So what,
it was actually okay‐‐

‐ It was‐‐it was okay.
‐ Yeah.

‐ It was okay,
and I'm, you know,

it's certainly something
I would try again.

‐ Oh, really?
‐ Mm‐hmm. Yeah.

‐ Good. I'm really
pleased to hear it.

All right, let's get you home.

‐ Okay, so not Wookey Hole.
‐ No.

‐ Not Silbury Hill.

Not the donkey sanctuary.

‐ Never understood what
donkeys needed sanctuary from.

‐ Mm.
‐ Perverts or horses?

Are horses the enemy?

‐ Right, so, um,
what about this?

Cowle Henge says;
"The finest Neolithic monoliths

in this part of Wiltshire

if you discount Stonehenge
itself."

Bloody Stonehenge, spoiling it
for all the other henges.

‐ Yeah, that's not bad.
He was into all that sh*t,

it might be worth a go.
‐ Mm.

‐ Mm‐hmm.
‐ You ready for this?

‐ Yeah. I mean, I guess,
why not?

‐ Mm.
‐ Just get it done.

Might make me feel better.
‐ Okay.

‐ Are there
wolves in the woods?

‐ No.
Not since the 15th century.

Don't worry, there's nothing
in these woods to be scared of.

I mean, adders can k*ll,
but rarely.

And they caught that guy.
‐ Okay.

Ava, wait!
‐ Listen, I reckon

there's a way that we can
loop back into

the whole Orbital thing.

'Cause before
the financial year's over,

they're gonna be looking at
ways to cut costs, and that's

when we could step in‐‐
‐ No, no, no, no.

‐ Are you interrupting me,
Darren?

‐ No. Well, yes.

I just think the last thing
you need to do this weekend

is think about work.
‐ But I quite like

to think about work,
and I can think about

more than one thing
at a time, you know.

Sometimes I even do a Sudoku
when I'm taking a sh*t.

‐ Lovely. Um‐‐ [sighs]

Look,
we're fine for the minute.

Just put it out of your mind.

You're not ready for it.
Just focus on the task at hand.

‐ [exhales]

These should have handles.
Quite a poor design.

‐ Do you want me to help?
‐ Nah, it's fine.

Actually, quite good
for the abs, I think.

In a respectful way.

♪ ♪

‐ I'm bored of stones.

‐ These aren't just stones.
‐ What are they?

‐ They're...

really old stones.

They're ancient rocks.

‐ What's Mummy doing?

‐ Mummy's taking her time.

She's thinking.
She's getting ready

to say goodbye to Michael.

‐ Can't she hurry up?

‐ No, it's not
the sort of thing you can rush.

She has to think about it.
‐ Why?

‐ Because
this is a big deal, mate.

That's her dad.
She needs it to be special.

‐ But you said he's just ashes.

‐ Yeah, but it's what those
ashes symbolize, isn't it?

‐ What do they symbolize?
‐ Christ!

Go and‐‐
go and count the stones, Luke.

‐ You know, legend has it

that when you try
to count these stones,

you never get
the same number twice.

‐ Is that true?
‐ No.

There are 19.
‐ Mm.

‐ I need a wee.

‐ Well, go against
one of the 19 stones.

[phone ringing]

Gonna answer that?

‐ I feel
it's a bit inappropriate.

‐ Well, silence it then.

‐ It's relatively important.

‐ Well answer
the f*cking thing!

‐ Anspert, guten tag.
Hi. Yeah.

Yes? You all good?

‐ You'll have to
hold it in, Luke.

‐ But I'm desperate.

‐ I'm hungry, Daddy.

‐ Quiet, okay.
Mummy is nearly finished.

‐ I'm hungry, too.
‐ Did I just say be quiet?

Did I just say that?
I think I did, didn't I?

So shut up so Mummy can get all
this done with.

‐ No, no, that's not what
we agreed, is it?

No, seriously, Anspert,

you're gonna have to come
towards me a bit on this.

‐ Hey, you know what?
I'm not really feeling it.

‐ Oh.

Come on then, Dusty.
Kids, get your coats.

‐ Yeah, yeah, that sounds
a bit more reasonable.

‐ See, I
used to watch him go,
like, get in a cab.

He was away a lot.

And now he's away forever.

‐ Some people look t
o their
partners at times like this

to take the wheel, as it were.

‐ Yeah, he's never gonna
be that guy.

He's never gonna be the guy

that gives me space
for my feelings.

He's not a space...man.

‐ What kind of
a man is he, then?

‐ Paul? Um, he's‐‐he's there.
He's‐‐

He's a there man.

‐ And this,
they call it espalier.

‐ Okay.
‐ From, yeah‐‐

‐ Morning.
‐ Hi‐ya.

‐ Sit down, and I will do you

a huge bowl
of whole wheat porridge.

‐ A cup of tea will be fine.

‐ No, no, no, you need warmth,
you need care.

You need oats.

‐ Like a homeless horse.

I'll get you a cup of tea,
babe.

‐ Thanks.

Where are the kids?

‐ Oh, I plugged them into

the VR rig in the snug.

‐ Oh, what's that?

‐ What are they playing?
‐ No idea.

So, do you wanna
give the old boy

another chance
to ride the wind today?

‐ I don't know.

Maybe I'm just not ready yet.

‐ Oh.

‐ What?

‐ Nothing.
‐ That wasn't nothing.

You did a big, pregnant "oh."
Heavily pregnant.

‐ Well, we do need, uh,

to talk at some point
about Berlin, et cetera.

I mean, only when
you've got closure.

‐ So when I've bunged
the fucker somewhere.

‐ Well um...

I wouldn't say "bunged,"

and I'd probably
avoid "fucker."

‐ Right, well I guess we'd
better get a shift on then.

Less nattering,
more scattering.

For f*ck's sake!

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

‐ Why does Mummy
still have Grandad Michael?

‐ Uh, it's a long goodbye,
innit?

Hard to let go.

‐ Will she let go soon?

‐ Well, you can't hurry
these things. Apparently.

‐ Where do you
think she's going?

‐ I don't know.

‐ Why do you think
she's going in there?

‐ It's quiet.

‐ Maybe it's God.

‐ It's not God, he‐‐
She hates God.

‐ [sighs] What do you reckon?
Just wait?

‐ [sighs] Yeah, uh, yeah.

[children laughing]
Nicely, you two.

Luke: You can't catch me.
Ava: Yes I can!

‐ How is Ally doing,
generally?

‐ She's been seeing someone.

‐ Okay.
‐ Mm.

‐ And you're
all right with that?

‐ Well, the million quid
will come in handy

and apparently
it's only for one night.

I meant she's been seeing
a therapist, Darren.

‐ Sorry. Of course.
[both chuckle]

Well, I'm sure we could all
benefit from a dose of that.

‐ [exhales]
Definitely.

‐ Have you ever thought

of talking to someone?
‐ Mm‐‐

‐ Let's acknowledge
that this is an important step

you've taken, Paul.
‐ f*ck this.

‐ It's probably not for me.
[children playing]

‐ I remember when
I was having issues.

‐ Mm‐hmm.
‐ And one night

I woke up with a fizzy brain,

as you do, and I'd lost
all sense of Darren.

You know,
the elemental Darren.

‐ Scary.

‐ But Karen made sense.

I could feel her next to me.
‐ Right.

‐ And I thought...

I've got this rock,

this completely silent
and utterly still thing.

‐ Mm‐hmm.

‐ And that felt very nice.
‐ Mm.

‐ Karen joining us
this weekend?

‐ Uh, no.
‐ Hm.

That's a shame.

Prior engagement?

‐ No, she just
didn't wanna come.

‐ How are you doing?

You all right?

Do you remember you once
gave me a lift to college

on your scooter and I made you
stop round the corner

'cause I didn't want
my mates to see?

I'm sorry about that.

You were many things, but...

I was never ashamed of you.

[children playing]

‐ [exhales] She's been in there
a while.

‐ Half an hour.
Should you check on her?

‐ Yeah, probably.
Will you watch the kids?

‐ Copy that.
‐ Thanks.

‐ All my friends at school

thought you were
the coolest dad.

Their dads w
ere dull and
disappointing and predictable.

But you know, they were around.

‐ Dad!

‐ Who's Mummy talking to?
‐ Shh, shh, shh.

‐ Sorry,
they wouldn't listen to me.

‐ Be quiet, please.

Sorry.

‐ [sighs]

Thanks for coming back
to see me, though.

Those last few weeks I, um‐‐

I really felt a shift
in our relationship.

But it's time.

It's time now to let you go.

‐ I'm bored!
‐ Hey, hey.

That's enough.

[phone ringing]
Oh Christ!

Mate, put it on vibrate.
‐ Sorry.

‐ Please.
‐ Sorry. Sorry.

‐ Can all of you
shut the f*ck up?

Ava, shut up!

Luke, shut the f*ck up!

I am trying to talk
to my f*cking dead f*cking dad,

but none of you will shut the‐‐

[phone ringing]

Darren, f*ck off
with your f*cking phone!

And your f*cking, f*cking
stupid f*cking wellies!

And your useless f*cking ba‐‐

[horn blaring]

Oh, it's his answerphone.

Hi, Darren.

Hi, I'm so, so sorry
for what I said about you.

I'm sorry, can you hear me?

You probably can't hear me,

'cause it's really,
really loud.

But I am, I'm just, I'm so‐‐
I'm sorry for everything.

I've been going through
some stuff,

and you've been amazing,
and I'm just,

I'm so sorry for what I said‐‐
[horn blaring]

for what I said
about your useless balls!

‐ Excuse me?

Could you move that please?
It's blocking the vestibule.

‐ Uh, not really. I mean,
everyone's got bags.

‐ Not everyone's got an urn.
It's in the way.

‐ Oh, listen, we have just paid
the equivalent

of a trip to Center Parcs

for the privilege
of standing in this‐‐

let's call it what it is,
f*cking palace of a vestibule!

So maybe just
let this one go, eh?

‐ Are you escalating
this situation, sir?

‐ Oh mate, please.
‐ 'Cause if you force me

to escalate this situation,
sir, I will escalate it.

‐ What, with extreme prejudice?
‐ I'm not prejudice.

‐ We've all been on a course.
‐ All right, fine!

‐ Hon. Hon!

‐ Hey! What do you think
you're doing?

You can't just chuck stuff
off a train, you idiot!

Shut up. Shut up!

The charred remains
of my wife's dead dad

were in that f*cking urn!

She's been trying
to let go of him all week.

That was her doing it.

It's not easy to let things go,
and I'm very proud of her.

So if she can let that go,
mate,

then maybe you can let it go.

Now can you do that?
Can you let it go?

‐ Just, you know,
I've got a job to do.

‐ Sure, understood.

♪ ♪

Hey. Hey, hey.

♪ ♪

‐ [exhales] I can't
believe
I did that.

‐ It seems right.

you dumped your dad

somewhere between
Didcot and Reading.

‐ [chuckles]
‐ Two arbitrary points.

It's fitting really, for him.

‐ I've just realized,
that for the first time ever

I don't have to worry about
when I'm gonna

see him again.
‐ Yeah.

‐ You know,
that was the worst thing.

Never knowing.

Ugh. Right, can you get
everyone into a cab?

I'm gonna try
and get Darren again.

‐ Yeah, will do.

‐ Hey.
‐ Bloody hell!

‐ What are you doing here?

‐ Well, I knew I could b*at you
back to London

if I drove twenty miles
above the speed limit

all the way.
‐ Christ, Darren, why?

‐ [sighs] I just wanted
to apologize.

I mean, that was
a terrible thing I did.

You know, you needed time
and I shouldn't have

put you under pressure like‐‐
‐ Oh, God. No, no.

It was me.
I'm so sorry. Come here.

‐ Is Mummy
allowed to cuddle Darren?

‐ Yeah. Mate, she's allowed
to do anything she wants.

But no, not really.

♪ ♪

[exhales]

Kids are in bed.

Bins are out. Heating's on.
‐ Mm.

‐ I've made some tea.

I mean, I'm not saying
I'm Gandhi, but‐‐

‐ I know it sounds weird,
but I don't want you

to touch me or to sit
on the sofa with me right now,

if that's all right.

‐ Okay, this is quite
Soviet foreplay.

‐ Yeah, I know,
I'm sorry Paul.

I don't wanna talk either,
if that's all right.

‐ Okay. Do you‐‐
I mean, do you want me

to be in another room, or‐‐
‐ No. No, no, no.

Can you just...

sit on the floor
and just be there?

‐ Yeah.

‐ Thanks.
‐ Ah.

Oh.

‐ Ah.

Oh my God,
that's amazing.

Love you.

‐ I love you, too.

‐ No, don't move, ever.
Just be there.

[chatter on TV]

I said don't move.
‐ Right, yeah.

‐ Shh.
‐ [sighs]

[light music]

‐ [laughs]

♪ ♪

[upbeat music]

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