22/12/2011 EastEnders

Oh?!

That's the prison window and they're the bars on it.

It's very good. What's the dinosaur? Is that your mum?

No! That's a bird, flying away, like Mum's flying out of prison.

But I couldn't find a bird

so I had to use Morgan's pterodactyl.

He don't like dinosaurs no more.

No? Here, why don't you practise your song again?

Ready, steady, go!

# So here it is Merry Christmas

# Everybody's having fun

# Look to the future now

# It's only just begu-u-u-n. #

I don't know, maybe it's the halo.

-You know what I think we need?

-A new costume?

No, Kat. Come on!

# Little donkey, little donkey

# On the dusty trail. #

-Angel Gabriel never went on a donkey.

-Course he didn't. I know.

-He? Angel Gabriel weren't a he!

-Yes, he was a he.

Why'd he wear a dress, then?

Well, maybe he was a little bit confused, all right.

Anyone seen me beard?

A bit like Mo?

Yes, exactly, a bit like Mo. Yes!

Tommy, who's that?

Mo. Mo, I've just remembered my dream.

I was standing by this lake. I don't know how I got there.

You never know how you get there, do you?

Just, bang, and you're there. Anyway, it was beautiful.

Completely frozen and all sparkling. And there she was - my Stacey.

And she said not to worry about the benefits fraud people.

That she was going to send me a sign

and that I would know exactly what to do.

And then I woke up. In't that funny?

Where's me chuffin' beard?

You shouldn't have to worry about the benefits people -

you shoulda lied to 'em properly.

-They've come for me.

-That's right, Jean, they've come to cart you off.

Please tell me that's your passport.

Masood's trying to stop us taking Kamil.

Doesn't give up, does he?

We'll be long gone before the courts can act on this.

DOOR SHUTS

-AFIA:

-Don't look so worried, it was the right thing to do.

TAMWAR: I know.

You told your dad to stay away from your mum, and he'll stay away.

DOOR SLAMS

Oi, leave that, come here.

What's she walking funny for?

'Tiff, you've got something stuck on the bottom.'

BOTH: Woah!

-That's better. Pack it in, you two.

-Stop laughing!

-Sorry, you do look really cute, babe.

-And towards me, again.

Why's she walking funny?

Because Nana Pat's made it too tight, hasn't she?

Oi, watch what you say - Nana Pat's still got scissors in her hand.

Listen, sit down. Your dad wants to tell you something.

You're going to Dubai again?

No, no.

Are we getting a new Wellard?

-Ah, you didn't drop the cake?!

-Just let him speak.

Look, your mum...

she really wanted to come home today, but there's been a bit of a hold up.

Like a bank robbery?

No. She's had to stay in the nick a little bit longer just to...

Help deliver the Christmas cards.

-What about my show?

-I'm sorry, Tiff.

We'll all be there, won't we, Tiff?

# So here it is, Merry Christmas

# Everybody's having fun

# Look to the future now

-# It's only just begun. #

-It's her, isn't it? She's the one.

Oi, Santa. You're on my turf.

Move along!

Blimey, he's got a nice suit, in't he, eh, Mo?

I got a nice suit, too.

-Merry Christmas!

-Yeah, Merry Christmas to you!

-Traitor!

-Yeah, you should try shaving.

Oi, get stuffed!

I've got to draw a line. A line in the sand.

Zainab and that husband of hers on one side...

..me and my sanity on the other.

Wow. That's very...Zen.

-Could you come here and give us a hand, please, with this lot? Please?

-Mmm.

I've got to give Zainab space. I've got to give me space.

-Get that from a self help book, did ya?

-Oh, Tam, he's a wise boy.

Yeah, and then I was thinking of cooking Jane a making-up meal.

Steak and kidney pie, what d'you think?

Yeah, cos, nothing says romance like kidneys(!) Here, look at this.

"Happy Christmas 'Dense', from everyone at your local branch."

Everyone at my branch is a flaming imbecile.

What?

SHE HUMS

You got the loveliest hair.

Dark as a raven.

Stacey has lovely hair.

You're the sign, aren't you?

-What sign?

-She said I'd know what to do when I saw you,

but I don't know... I don't know what to do.

I don't like it when you talk funny.

Think, Jean, think, think. Stacey and the lake,

Stacey and the lake, Stacey and...

Stacey Slater ice skater!

We're going ice skating!

What about my show?

Her mobile's dead.

She can't keep doing this -

pushing me away, and then asking me for help.

But why write a letter?

She's messing with me.

How often does Zainab ask for help? Come on, she's scared.

Well, she seemed all right when I last saw her.

Yeah, but who was she with? Yusef.

Ergh!

-All right, darling, cheers.

-Right, Kat, here y'are, what d'you reckon?

Bit small for you, innit?

-She upstairs?

-Who?

-Angel Gabriel.

-You took her with you.

-No, I said she was staying here with you, didn't I?

-Shenice?

-Shenice?

Please, Jean! I don't want to go ice skating any more.

-We should go home.

-We can't. She sent YOU!

-YOU'RE the sign!

-Jean, you should've got dressed. Come home!

She sent me an angel to show me the way out of the darkness

and into the light.

We've gotta go ice skating cos something really lovely's going to happen. Come on.

-No, we're going to be late!

-Come and catch me!

-Jean must've taken her out for a walk.

-Why didn't she tell ya?!

PHONE RINGS She didn't even bring her phone!

SMOKE ALARM BEEPS

-What's that?

-I don't know.

-Quick, what is it?

It's all right, it's all right, calm down, I don't know.

-What's that?

-I don't know, darling, I don't know.

This isn't Zainab. None of it makes sense.

Nothing's made sense since Zainab's been with him.

Well, exactly. When I was with Owen, I changed.

Everyone said, but no-one knew why. I was too proud to tell them.

But look, Zainab, she's trying to tell you.

No, no! Zainab's not...

Not...?

Not what?

Oh, weak? Not a pushover?

Well, neither am I and look what happened to me.

You know what, I asked her.

I asked her on her wedding day if he was hurting her

and she made me feel like an idiot. Flat denied it.

Well, you would, wouldn't you? Because that is what you do.

Masood, she's scared.

And she's asking for your help.

CAR HORN BEEPS

Have you seen my angel?

CAR HORNS BEEP

Oh...

Excuse me, have you seen my angel?

Jean!

Wait! Wait!

Bet you're relieved you don't have to face Bianca yet.

But you're going to have to face her eventually, you know.

-And when I do what do I say?

-Nothing. You say absolutely nothing.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Go and talk to her.

Tiff?

Me and Shenice were going to have our hair in French plaits.

But only Mum can do French plaits.

I can do 'em. Is it when they go like that?

No.

Oh... How about me and you go and see Father Christmas, eh?

It's not the real Father Christmas -

it's just Mo with a beard.

How's your mum, babe?

Well, the treatment's finished so...

How's Bianca?

Don't ask.

What?

I don't know.

She's going to come out and find out all this stuff, ain't she?

What stuff?

Not a lot she could have done in there.

Look, she'll understand. She will.

Yeah. You seeing caveman Moon tonight?

He's really not that bad!

THEY GIGGLE

'But seriously, who cares when he looks that good in the buff!'

-You hear that?

-Bet you feel really good about yourself, don't ya?

'If he looks that good in the buff who cares?

'He can't even string a sentence together!'

-'He's not stupid, Whitney.

-He's a Neanderthal though, in't he?

'I'm surprised he's not dragging you round by your hair.

THEY LAUGH

I gotta get that penguin back.

So what can I get YOU for Christmas, little girl?

Nothing much, Mo.

Who's Mo? I'm Santa.

Didn't you want some of those wheelie shoes?

I don't want anything.

Just my mum to see me in my show.

OK, so I ain't the real deal,

but I got a mate who knows a mate who knows Santa.

I'll have a word.

-Tracey, hold the fort, darling.

-Kat! Alfie! Jean's not very well.

It's all right, it's OK, I got you, I got you, I got you.

-There she is. There's my angel!

-What's happened?

-No, no, no, don't take her away from me!

Stop, stop!

Zainab in? Zee!

Zee, darling, you couldn't do us a favour, could you?

Helen's supposed to be working today and the Minute Mart Christmas party

got messy and she ain't showed up.

-Zainab doesn't work for you any more.

-I'll pay you double.

-I'm sorry, I'm packing.

-Zee, come on, do us a favour.

I made a terrible mistake, help me.

-A mistake, what d'you mean?

-Well, getting someone in to cover.

You know what Helen's like, she always has just one too many.

I suppose I could. If you're desperate.

An hour won't hurt.

No. No, I s'pose not.

-You'll never guess who Helen copped off with?

-Who?

-Steve from Cost Mart.

Oh! The man with the boss eyes? Awful little man.

I don't know why you employ that woman. She's so obnoxious. And her clothes are always crumpled...

What's happening, Zee?

Just keep talking. He's watching. And I'm not doing any stock taking.

Who said anything about stock taking? I never did.

Well, regardless, I'm not doing it.

-I got your note.

-What's he done to you, Zee?

-He's taken Kamil.

-What?!

-To Bushra's?

-No.

-You said he was at Bushra's.

-You said he was fine!

-He just took Kamil?

-You let him take our son?!

-No!

-Did you try to stop him?

Of course, I tried, but I couldn't. I had no choice!

-Of course you had a choice! Where is he? Where's Kamil?!

-Masood...

-I don't know.

-She's lying. She knows where he is. Where is he?

SHE SCREAMS

Masood, please, Masood, no...

Oh, Zee.

ZAINAB CRIES

Where is she, then? Oh, there she is!

-Jean. Jean, come on, in the front room, darling.

-Why can't I see my...? Hello, little angel!

Come on, good girl.

You all right, sweetheart? Just got some grown up talk, I won't be long.

You call a psych nurse, you can call a doctor,

you call the flaming flying squad if you think they'll do any good,

-but she ain't staying here.

-I can cope. I've done this before.

-Like when she tried to drown herself in the bath?

-She ain't that bad, not this time.

Not yet, Kat.

I know you can cope all right, but what about the rest of us?

What about Shenice? Do you want her to go through what Stacey went through?

All I'm... Oh, here she is!

Hello, kitten! Look at that, eh? Show time.

-Are you still coming?

-'Can I see my angel?'

-Sorry, darlin'.

-Don't worry, I'm going to film it. Kat can watch it later, can't you, darl'?

-Yeah, with popcorn.

I want to sleep in your bed tonight.

Listen, tell you what, kitten, we'll talk about it later, yeah.

Get your coat, it's bit chilly outside, all right.

-Good girl.

-'Can I see the angel?'

It's Christmas. She needs to be with us.

'Can I see my little angel, please?'

Has Yusef said ANYTHING? The name of a person, a town, a street?

-Anywhere Kamil could be?

-Nothing!

-You know what, ask to see him.

I have done. It doesn't do any good! I'm scared for Kamil.

-I'm so scared for him.

-We'll go to the police. Together this time.

-No!

-There's the court order, right?

-No, you don't understand, OK? Yusef is capable of anything.

He will hurt Kamil if I don't do exactly what he says.

I'm going to kill him.

-Masood!

-I'm going to kill that man! He's got my son!

No! No... Listen to me! If you go over there...

if he knows that we've been talking, Kamil's life is in danger.

-Sshh.

-Tamwar's life is in danger.

DOOR OPENS

OK, OK, just stay here.

-'Carol! You all right?

-Just getting some sweets for the kids.'

'Something to keep 'em quiet through Tiff's show.'

What do we do, Masood?

He would've taken us to Pakistan by now

if I hadn't thrown my passport away.

And when the new passport arrives...

Oh, Masood, what do we do, what do we do?

Zainab...

you have to go back.

-No...!

-I know, I know, I know, but you have to go back, Zainab.

-I can't, Masood.

-You can, Zainab.

Think of what he'll do to Kamil, think of what he'll do to Tamwar.

No, you go back, you play along like nothing's wrong.

You're leaving with him, you're happy. Listen to me, Zainab.

Please listen to me! And then you tell Tamwar what's going on.

No. I can't tell him - he will tell Afia.

And she's close to her father...

OK. OK, then you use that. You use that. You use Afia...

You talk to her. Tell her you miss him, tell her you miss Kamil and you want to see him.

Get her to talk to Yusef. She's the only one that can persuade him.

But he can't know it's coming from you.

OK? Zainab? He can't know it's coming from you.

-I don't know if I can do that.

-Yes, you CAN do it, Zainab. Come on.

-And then you call me.

-He's taken my phone.

-Then you get another phone.

-'It's Yusef!'

-Get Tam's phone.

-Where is she?

-Oh, she's inside.

-See ya!

-See you, Carol. Yusef, there was something I needed to ask you.

Don't make me go back to him. Please, Masood.

Masood, please don't make me go back to him. Please.

-I'm sorry.

-No, please...

-I'm so sorry. You have to.

I'm sorry.

What was it? Oh, wedding present. What can I get you?

A present for a wedding you tried to stop?

Well, this is about Zainab, innit?

Is it that time already? I'll get my coat.

OK.

-You get what you're looking for?

-Yes, thanks.

What you doing?

What's he doing?

-I'm not entirely sure, but it's nice to look at.

-I've come for the penguin.

-The penguin?

-Yep, the penguin.

What, the penguin you gave me out of the kindness of your heart?

Yep, that's the one. See ya.

Tyler, is everything all right?

-Yeah, fine. Why?

-You're just a bit rude, to be honest.

What do you expect from a Neanderthal?

Interesting fact -

Karachi is the economic AND cultural capital of Pakistan.

Define "interesting".

-Tea.

-Oh, thanks.

So strange, packing all my things.

We should've helped you more. Sorry.

No, no, I didn't mean it that way.

Tamwar's useless at packing anyway. I just meant, you know...

that all of us, we won't be here together, again.

I'm being sentimental, but...

..I've had some very good memories, you know, sitting round this table,

-eating together...

-We've had some good times here.

It's a shame we won't be able to do it again once more before I go.

We should do it - you and Dad, me and Tam, Kamil.

You're right, Kamil should be here.

Definitely. Let's ask Dad.

Afia? You know what your father's like if he thinks

he's being forced into something.

I'm a genius at making him think my ideas are his.

Years of practice. Trust me.

-Thank you.

-Ta.

-What have you said to him?

-To who?

-Tyler.

-What, in general, or...?

-He knows we've been talking. He knows I called him a Neanderthal.

-Maybe it was just a coincidence.

How many times does Neanderthal come up in a conversation, Lauren?

Well, if today's anything to go by, quite a lot!

No, listen, I'm serious. What we talk about in private is between us.

Oi, Whit. Do girls prefer blokes who look good in the buff, or, you know, someone who's kind and gentle...?

OK, how'd you know that?

-I haven't said anything, I swear.

-I trusted you, Lauren.

-I don't understand.

-I haven't done anything!

-Kat Moon?

-Who's asking? James Bond?

-Got called from as works thing.

-Yeah? How about that, then?

My name's Paul, I'm a community nurse. Your husband called.

You're the most ladylike angel I've ever seen.

Is Jean going to be OK?

Yes, course she's going to be OK, darling.

The doctors'll take care of her, everything'll be lovely,

she'll be back and it'll be brilliant, all right?

You and Kat always say that. You put on big smiles

like Mrs Gallagher told us to do on stage.

And you always pretend like everything's fine.

-Do we?

-You do it all the time.

Your mum'll be back very soon and when she is, she'll be able to do your plaits every day,

with sparkly ribbons and clips and everything.

All right?

Break a leg, yeah.

Mo said she'd have a word with Santa, but Mum ain't coming home.

My mum ain't coming either. Or Kat.

But we'll still be brilliant.

Sorry I'm late.

-It's about to start, love, come on.

-When are they on?

After the tap-dancing shepherds, I think!

-I'm going to need a drink.

-Oh, I'm way ahead of you.

Uh!

Tyler, what are you doing?

-It was me.

-Huh?

Well, it was him. But then it was me. It's a camera.

You've been watching me?

No! Well, yeah, sometimes. But I couldn't help it.

You been spying on me? You're a creep. You're a pervy creep!

Hate me all you want, but don't hate Lauren. She hasn't got nothing to do with this.

Just get out, get out now.

Are you from the council?

Have you come to lock me up?

Jean, it's Paul. He's a nurse.

Oh. Aren't you well dressed! Isn't he well dressed?

-Jean, have you been taking your medication?

-Course she has.

Yeah. I've not even been hiding them under my tongue or nothing. Look.

She got in trouble with the council.

They accused her of something she didn't do.

-Anyone would be upset.

-How long have you been upset, Jean?

Upset's the wrong word.

She's fine. My husband, he just overreacts.

He said you've been talking about angels.

Yeah. They only come when I've been good.

She needs to be with me.

Jean...

-..do you want to stay here?

-Course she does.

Jean?

Make an appointment with your GP.

Look, if you're worried at all then call that number, OK?

Right.

-Bye, Jean.

-Bye.

-Paul, is that it?

-Hmm.

If you're sure you can cope?

Course I can, it's what I do.

-AFIA:

-We're not all going to be here together again in ages.

YUSEF: We've got enough to deal with.

-You're such a grump sometimes.

-I'm not a grump.

-You so are.

Look, it'll just be us four and Kamil having tea.

Please Dad, look, do it for me.

OK, if it'll stop you moaning.

And I'll even pick up Kamil from Bushra's.

No. No, I'll do that.

Thanks, Dad. Mum's going to be really pleased.

# Ding dong merrily on...

# Ding dong...

# Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream... #

Did you know that every time a bell rings, an angel gets its wings?

Where is my angel?

APPLAUSE

ALL: Wahey!

# Are you hanging up the stocking on the wall?

# It's the time that every Santa has his ball

Come on, message, message, message...

PHONE BEEPS

-Well?

-She's got Tam's phone. 3:30, Kamil'll be there. That's my chance.

That's my chance to get him out of there.

# Does your Granny always tell you

# That the old songs are the best?

# Then she's up rock and rolling with the rest

# So here it's Merry Christmas

# Everybody's having fun... #

IT'S CHRISTMASSSSS!

-Mum!

-Tiff!

Thank you, Santa!

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