12/09/2011 EastEnders

GRUNTING

Come on! Again, come on!

Come on, let's concentrate.

-Come on.

-Ba-da-ba-boom!

Want a hand with that Pat?

No, ta, I'm fi...

Blimey! Mandy Salter! What you doing here?

Just passing through.

It's nice to see you. Where you been hiding yourself, then?

Here and there. You know me.

Yeah, I do.

You and Eddie back on.

-Those are on offer, £1 each.

-What do you think of that colour?

-Very nice, is it for Whitney?

-No, for me.

It'll look very nice on you, too.

-You never know, might have an excuse to wear it. See ya.

-Bye-bye.

What you looking so happy about?

Credit card bill. Looks like Jodie ain't missed a shop in Bluewater.

You must be in love, handing over your credit card.

Ham roll, to go!

-That's me.

-Mustard?

No. Can't afford it!

Erm... Mind if I sit here?

Feel free.

Mandy.

-Eddie.

-Work round here, do you, Eddie?

-I own the Emporium.

Oh, yeah? I've seen it, the junk shop.

-Antiques shop.

-Really? Oh.

I work in corporate entertainment.

Management, obviously.

Goes without saying.

-So, there's a big boxing fight tomorrow night.

-Yeah.

My boy runs the gym.

-Come from a family of fighters, do you?

-Not really.

-More of a lover, not a fighter?

-More of a tiddlywinks man these days.

Don't believe it!

D'you know Ricky Hatton?

-No.

-Oh! Yeah, nice guy.

I weren't sure at first, you get so many tramps 'round here,

but it's Mandy Slutter, innit?

Salter.

-You grew up just as I imagined, dog rough.

-And you look so good.

-You still sleeping on the streets?

-I'm visiting friends.

You ain't got any friends. She ain't suckered you in, has she?

Just met.

If you must know, I'm staying with Ian.

Ian? That figures, he always did like to pay for it.

I see your manners are still in the gutter, along with your brain.

-You still dipping tills?

-That's more of a Mitchell thing, innit?

You see, I work for a living. Corporate entertainment.

-Really?

-In a management position.

-Yes.

-Only position you've ever worked on was your back, ain't it?

It's just such a shame we can't all be such upright citizens like you, Phil.

-Nice to meet you, Eddie.

-Likewise.

-Good catching up with you.

Nothing like a bit of gentle banter first thing in the morning.

-How's golden boy?

-He's looking sharp.

Right?

Yeah, look at him. Dead cert.

If I was a gambling man, which I'm not, I'd put my mortgage on him.

But I don't have that kind of nerve.

-Gambling's a devil's game.

-You sound like Dad.

-All right, champ?

-Feeling good.

You're going to put this family on the map, right?

-You know how to grab a chance and make the most of it.

-You set it up for me, bruv.

That's what big brothers are for.

-Looking good, Harry.

-Looking real good.

Oi, don't think I'm going to let you off as lightly as Christian seems to be.

Go on, hit the road, couple of miles.

So, this kid you've lined up to fight Tyler.

-What about him?

-Who is it?

Some northern numpty, I dunno.

-What do we know about him?

-He's come down from the North, from...

Doncaster. Makes 500 quid, he's hardly going to be Smokin' Joe Frazier.

Artie Stiller!

No wonder you didn't tell me who it was.

What? Tyler won't even break a sweat.

-Stiller's a psycho. Someone died after fighting him.

-That was hearsay.

He's just a nutter who can't get paid now unless he takes a dive.

-So that's why you brought him in, to throw the fight?

-No, of course not.

But if he wants his bonus, then, you know, he might not work so hard.

We don't need to fix Tyler's fight,

we just need to match him up properly.

Stiller's dangerous, too many dirty tricks for a novice like Tyler.

Fine. Fine, I'll cancel it.

-Happy now?

-Yeah.

Well, why not? Excuse me! It's not like it's top secret!

These builders won't tell me what's going on! I could be interested in buying this!

I don't think anything's for sale. The council bought the place.

Yeah, but the council aren't going to redevelop it, surely?

Search me.

DOOR OPENS What you up to?

Nothing!

Was you sleeping?

-No.

-Poppy sometimes sleeps in the store room. Thinks no-one knows!

-I've got a lot to do with Fatboy off.

-And I've got a wedding to plan. Let's see 'em.

-See what?

-You and George's suits.

-I'm getting 'em altered, gotta pick 'em up later.

Great, I'll meet you in the Vic during my lunch break.

No, I got...sandwiches!

HE SIGHS

What, you don't like boxing?

I don't like people fly-posting the shop. And I don't like unlicensed boxing.

-Really?

-Queensbury rules, fine,

but unlicensed, well,

it's just two mugs battering the life out of each other. Nasty.

It's not that dangerous, is it?

It's what the punters pay for.

Well, better get on.

Eddie.

There's something I need to tell you.

Look, about last week - I mean, in another life, another time.

Thanks, but... this is about Tyler.

What about Tyler?

-Do you mind?

-Protect yourself at all times.

-Who do you think you are? Rocky?

-No. Walford Wonder, next WBA champion.

Great, all we need. Another punch-drunk fighter.

-Don't say you ain't interested. I saw you watching me this morning.

-I was trying to have a laugh.

Come tomorrow. Then, when I'm world champion, you can say you was there at the beginning.

If I want to see someone get beaten up, I'll watch Pat put the kids to bed.

-But can you witness greatness?

-Ahh!

-I'm sorry.

-Watch where you're going, you great lump!

-You could have knocked me over!

-I doubt it.

-I'm so sorry.

The pavements are for people to walk on! Idiot.

Do you want to sit down?

No, I'm fine, thank you. Just carry on running or whatever.

-You sure?

-Yes, I'm fine!

Thank you.

Nice one, Rocky.

Christian wants to start some boxercise classes.

I don't want bored housewives taking up time and equipment, Jack.

It's easy money, ain't it?

It's distracting, especially if you get a couple of sorts in there.

Vanessa just let it slip about the fight.

Come in, why don't you!

-How comes nobody told me?

-Because Tyler wanted to surprise you.

Surprise me! Well, he has, and so have you two!

-How comes you're letting him into an unlicensed fight?

-It's a good experience for him.

-Then get him a proper ABA bout.

-This is a step up.

-You know what these fights are like.

-Vicious, no holds barred.

-Look, we're running a legitimate event here.

Yeah, and who's Tyler fighting?

-Don't worry about that. We've sorted it out.

-This is a proper match, proper medical, proper referee.

D'you think I'd risk my own brother?

-I know it's unlicensed, but me and Jack, we're taking care of the whole thing.

-The boy's trained hard,

he's got some talent. He could go places.

We got his corner, all right? I promise you.

See? And how disappointed would Tyler be, Jack?

All right.

If it's what he wants.

And you've got his corner, right?

100%.

Put me on the guest list.

Great.

Excuse me, I wonder if it would be possible to see Yusef?

-Dr Khan is fully booked this morning.

-It wouldn't take too long.

What appears to be the problem?

-Problem?

-Maybe I can help.

Yes? I'm sorry, I thought you were the receptionist.

I'm a medical receptionist.

Natalie Constantinou, the doctor will see you now.

I'll be with you in a second, if you'd like to...

Hello, Zainab. Everything OK?

She wanted to see you but I did explain that you're fully booked.

I was, er... I was over-anxious.

Unlike you.

-It's...Kamil.

-Is he OK?

Yes, he just needs his... He needs his repeat prescription.

I'm sorry, you would think by now that I would know better.

-You can always pop back later.

-Oh, OK.

She didn't have an appointment.

No, you were quite right.

Anything else I can do for you, Doctor?

Erm, not at the moment.

All right, then, cheers.

That is a liberty. That radio station want 180 quid to plug the fight.

If it's too much, don't do it.

All right, boys.

Mandy. Mandy Salter.

What can we do for you, Ms Salter?

Well, I've got something for you.

-HE CHUCKLES

-Before you get ideas you can't afford,

-I'm talking about the ring girl job.

-Ah.

-Obviously.

-We've got someone.

What, some scrawny teenager with bad hair?

No, boys, you need a real woman, especially when the punters have had a few bevvies

and they don't like the way you're fixing the results.

We run straight fights here, by the way.

And I'm the People's Princess.

Meh.

All right. 50 quid for the night and leave the punters alone.

150, and what goes on outside the ring is my business.

Oh, lilies and freesias, my favourites!

Are they for me?

Yeah. actually, they are.

Get out of it.

But isn't Eddie the one supposed to be buying the flowers?

No, no, I bought them to cheer this place up.

You want to cheer this place up, bring gin, not bouquets.

# Carol's got a boyfriend! #

I told you he was the one, didn't I!

Grow up!

Can't think of many men round here that would appreciate flowers.

You catch most of them with a pint and some pork scratchings.

It just... It feels right, you know?

It's not grief, it's not loneliness, it's just...

Blimey, girl, you sound like a teenager.

I was thinking about asking him away for a few days. What do you think?

-Great idea.

-You don't think it's too soon?

He's a lucky bloke. Stop fannying about and whisk him away.

No, I can't.

It's OK, I'll look after the kids.

Thanks, Pat.

And do something with your hair, eh?

Ooh, building up a sweat?

-Where you been?

-Job interview.

Oh, right. You thinking of staying?

-Might do.

-What's the job?

-Ring girl. Tomorrow night's boxing match.

Like one of those tarts parading around in their underwear?

-It's an essential part of the event.

-No, it's like a piece of meat for the leeches to gawp at.

A girl likes a bit of attention!

-Ah, look, it's the happy couple.

-Not now, Phil.

-I was thinking about what you said earlier, I might be able to stick a bit of work your way.

-Really?

Yeah.

How much to get your kit off, you know, private dance?

Get lost.

-You don't mind if we use your living room, do you? You must have a pole by now.

-You're twisted.

-Drop dead, Phil.

-You must have worked in worse gaffs than his.

-That's enough.

-Look at you, getting all brave, must be good.

-Ian, don't.

-You can't talk to her like that!

-What are you going to do about it?

-No-one asked you

to start a fight for me, all right?

-Mandy...

-Just let me know how much, yeah?

PHIL LAUGHS

What you doing?

I was just... putting some papers away.

Yeah?

Since when have you been so interested in boxing?

Is this the bloke Tyler's fighting?

-You know about the fight?

-Yeah.

-And you're OK with it?

-I support my kids. Your idea, was it, to keep it from me?

No.

What's he like, this Stiller? Any good?

Used to be a threat, he hasn't won a fight in over a year.

Must have had an injury or something.

-You going to have a little flutter?

-No.

-Of course not, you don't gamble any more, do you?

-I'm not gambling.

-So you don't think Tyler will win?

-Tyler's a great bet.

You and I know the worst thing that can happen to a compulsive gambler is to win a bet.

Some of that money is mine.

The 8,000 we got from those candlesticks is what stands between us and bankruptcy,

and you just want to gamble your share away?

No. I didn't mean that.

Go and check that house clearance down in Stratford.

And don't be long, we're going to take Tyler out for lunch, show him our support.

Oi! Keys, phone, brain in gear.

-What's wrong? Sorry, I know I'm a bit late.

-Dad knows about the fight.

-You should have told me.

-Yeah, I...

I just didn't want you worrying.

Of course I'm going to worry.

Doesn't mean I won't support you, though.

Thanks, Dad.

I won't forget you when I'm world champ.

Ahhh!

EDDIE GRUNTS

You gotta be ready, you gotta cover up!

I can't work with Rainie!

Why can't she be satisfied just handing out the leaflets?

-You've just got to get through today and then you're off to look after your sister.

-Why can't you come?

That'd mean meeting your sister. Knowing one Carter's enough.

-Then good luck staying here working with Rainie, or is that what you want?

-She's just the hired help.

She's going to be hiding in them bogs with a crack pipe and vodka, leaving you to do all the work.

I ain't happy about it, Phil.

DOOR SLAMS

Craftsman at work.

A little TLC before we try and sell it.

I could do with a little touch-up.

I mean, some TLC.

HE LAUGHS

You look pretty good as you are.

Shouldn't I be the one buying flowers?

I was thinking, how about a few days away?

This is getting even better.

There's a little bed & breakfast

on the Isle of Wight, room with a sea view, tomorrow for three days?

-I haven't booked anything yet.

-I think it's a great idea, but tomorrow...

-Too soon?

-No. It's just not a good time.

-I don't understand.

-You don't have to.

How about dinner tonight?

Yeah.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Hi. You said to call back.

-How's Kamil?

-He's fine.

I'm fine.

And I hope that you are, especially about Friday.

I got a bit too caught up in the part.

No, it was fun. I was going to drop these in for you later.

-Bringing me gifts?

-More pills. Not very romantic, I know, but I thought you looked a little stressed.

Romantic?

Sorry, not appropriate.

I've brought you a little something on a plate, Doctor.

Oh, hello.

-Shouldn't you be at lunch?

-I've got far too much to do.

The doctor and I have a very close working relationship.

There's some referrals on my desk that need typing up.

Or you could box up the samples for the lab.

And they would be in the...?

Why don't you check out the post box, I'm expecting a very important letter.

She's supposed to have previous experience. Which is amazing, cos she really is quite useless.

-SHE LAUGHS

-I was thinking, erm...

maybe we need some space.

Oh.

Er, if that's what you want.

I have feelings for you

and they're getting too strong.

You're married to Masood.

We should keep away from each other.

Believe me when I tell you how hard that will be for me.

-We're closed.

-You must be Shirley.

Phil asked me to pop in.

It's going to cost you.

What is?

That dance you wanted.

Really?

Really.

So, what can you afford?

What's on offer?

All sorts of things.

DANCE MUSIC PLAYS

-Didn't know we were interviewing today?

-Mandy?

She came onto me.

What's the matter, Phil, scared of the missus?

-Not quite so cocky now?

-Wouldn't say that.

He seems to think I'm for sale.

-Thought you should know.

-Thanks.

Couldn't even wait till I got to Spain?

You're welcome to him. I prefer a real man. Come on, Ian.

Done over by Ian Beale.

Well, maybe I haven't got anything to worry about, leaving you on your own.

Nothing happened.

I know.

Want a push?

No, thanks.

When we were younger, Michael used to tell me and Anthony

you could swing so hard you could go right over the top without falling off.

-Bet you believed him.

-Yeah. Did, actually.

-Of course you did, Rocky.

I'm sorry.

For what?

Earlier. Being a jerk.

That's all right, it's normal. You're a bloke, ain't ya?

Can I take you out then, make up for it? Go for a drink?

No, thanks, there's no need.

Brilliant!

I've got a bit of business to sort out. So you can shoot off, I'll see you later.

You know what? I thought you were mad with me because of what I said about being the ring girl.

Look, I just didn't like the thought of blokes staring at you and leching.

-I can take care of my self.

-I know.

I guess I got a bit jealous.

Then you sent me those texts.

I just...

I just wanted to thank you.

I'm not used to people sticking up for me.

It was brilliant. You getting one up on Phil like that. It was amazing!

You're welcome.

So...

anything else I can do for you?

-DANCE MUSIC PLAYS

-A little dance?

What if someone comes in?

Ian, take off my coat.

When did I say, "Tell Dad about the fight?"

You didn't.

Right, I didn't! I didn't! So why make me angry?

I can't do this any more, I don't want to hurt Eddie.

Eddie! Eddie's brought this upon himself. Secrets and lies.

-It's not your problem.

-You can't make me do it.

You have no idea what I can make you do, how far I'll go.

What you doing? Get off!

Get off! Get off my phone!

Just let me make a phone call.

-Jodie, hello, it's Michael.

-No, Michael! Michael, Michael!

I did what you asked, I slept with him.

Jodie, just give me a ring, I just wanted to speak to you about how much your mother charges for sex.

No!

Right, one more time. Look at me. Look at me! Look at me!

One more time, for the hard of thinking.

Tomorrow, Carol finds you and Eddie. Tomorrow.

Otherwise it's going to get REALLY horrible for you and yours.

SHE GASPS

What you doing here?

Girl's gotta eat.

Don't worry, finished all me jobs,

and when I get back I'm going to sort the storeroom out.

-Free?

-Yeah.

-Phil's a happy boss, isn't he?

I couldn't work for him.

He's all right. Bark's worse than his bite.

Actually really like my job. Chip?

-All right, thanks. Here's my girl. What do you want to drink?

-I want to see these suits.

-Oh.

-Good, ain't they?

Yeah.

They're really...nice.

-Nice?

-They're going to work really well with the colour scheme and theme.

-We've got a theme?

-Yeah, I told you.

Does that mean you don't like 'em?

Take that as a no.

-It's all your fault.

-Me!?

-Yeah.

You shouldn't have left getting the suits to me!

You're the one with the fantastic taste, great style.

I think you should go and sort the suits out.

I'm sorry, babe, I'll put it right. Let me get you a drink.

Oh, go on then, I'll have another bottle.

Men!

I need to borrow Jodie's phone.

Mum, you want a drink?

Everything OK?

-Yeah. Perfect.

-Just checking your phone, cos it's been off,

and I couldn't get you at the salon either.

-Been with clients all day.

-No messages?

No, not today. D'you want a white wine?

Yeah, please, thank you.

What you having?

Er, pint.

Darren.

I've just been up the car lot to see you.

I'm on my lunch.

You're missing customers. There was a punter up there looking for you,

he seemed to think we only take cash deposits.

-No, no, that ain't right.

-That's what I said.

So I took this.

Bank it.

I sent him the paperwork.

I'll come in later, see how you're doing.

No, no, Jack, there's no need.

Right. Lunch, on me. Tyler?

-Pasta.

-Yeah, take on them carbs. Dad?

-Whatever the special is.

This is good, innit?

Great, all together and... Yeah, it's nice.

Yeah.

I'll give you a hand.

So, when you're in there, you know...

-What do you fancy?

-I want to put a bet on Tyler. To win.

-Pocket money day, is it?

-A serious bet.

-He's the favourite,

-no point in piddly little bets.

-Eight grand enough for you?

I want Rainie sacked.

-Going to need to give her a written warning.

-I don't do warnings.

You can't just get rid of her.

I ain't going to, you are.

Me?

Yeah, you hired her, you give her the bullet -

unless you can't handle it?

-JANINE CLEARS THROAT We are going to be restructuring at the club.

-Are we?

-Yeah.

So, basically, everything stays the same, but you get the sack.

Why, what have I done?

I've been working really hard, I need this job.

Life.

Bummer!

-Need any more dirty work doing?

-You enjoyed it.

Didn't even register.

-What I actually enjoy is making money.

-It ain't about the money, is it? It's having power over people.

And where does that power come from? From owning their dreary little castle.

It works for the banks.

That your big plan is it, buy up the Square? Landlady from hell.

What more could a girl want? That and, of course, the Vic.

I've told you before, you stay away from what's mine

-if you know what's good for you, yeah?

-We could always join forces?

-You wish.

APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS

You can shove your two-bit job right up where the sun don't shine!

I think she just resigned.

Thanks.

Nice trick with the phone.

You're not that difficult to outsmart.

I'm not going to hurt Eddie.

Eddie.

Everybody loves Eddie.

I know what he's capable of, you see, I know what he's done.

So family, friends...

and love...

..he loses it all tomorrow.

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