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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.

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.

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