03/01/2012 EastEnders

What is this?

The truth.

-They let Phil go, they've got no case, nothing.

-Well, they got it all wrong!

I'm making sure everyone knows it.

Ben, get out there and clear these up before your dad gets up!

-Well, it wasn't me...

-I flaming well know that! Just get out there!

Ben, go!

-Jean!

-Oh!

Morning...

SHE MOUTHS

See, not as bad as some people.

What nutter wrote that?

Dunno. Wouldn't want to be in their shoes though.

KNOCK AT DOOR >

Hey, sorry, I planned on going to the office...

I'm glad you're here. Mum had a call from the funeral parlour.

-Mum!

-Yeah, we've got to start making up our minds about what we want for her.

Grandma Carol!

Don't need to, I mean, she wrote it down. Least she told me she did.

Show us.

-I don't have it.

-Grandma!

All right, Tiff. I'm coming. Be back in a minute.

You're just so helpful.

I was hardly going to have a conversation with her about it.

Now we don't know what Pat wants for her big send off, because of you!

It's got to be horses. Black ones. Always liked a show.

He recorded it all on the Nanny Cam.

What's a Nanny Cam?

It doesn't matter, he recorded everything I said.

Well, where is it? Is it recording us now?

Dunno, I can't see it.

But that was a private conversation.

Jean, what am I going to do?

Full English, burnt to a crisp, beautiful.

Carry on like that and you're not going to get the treat I've got for you.

-Oh, yeah?

-Yeah.

What you doing going out dressed like that?

-He went to the shops for me.

-Well, dress properly next time, will you?

Oh, Denise...

What you doing?!

It's a waste of time. I saw Ben pulling the whole lot of them down.

And I'm going out there and putting them all back up again.

What are you hoping to achieve? Another Mitchell war?

What I want is a reason to get up in the morning.

-Cos everything I was, or I am, it's all gone up in smoke, innit?

-Yeah, but yesterday...

Yesterday, yes. Yesterday, it was about Pat.

But, bad men, they can't keep getting away with it, Patrick, they really can't.

Cab's outside! We got everything on the list?

Af, Doctor Who magazines?

Huh? Oh, yeah. Here you go.

You are coming?

-I thought I could look after Kamil.

-Amira's already taken him out.

Tam's just in shock, Afia. He'll come round.

He's just a bit disorientated.

The more familiar faces he sees, the quicker he'll be back to his old self.

I promise.

Right. What else is left on the list?

Big Book Of Incredible Facts.

Yes, of course.

Right, well, that's us then. Let's go.

Madam...

Thank you.

Morning, gorgeous.

-Hi.

-All right?

-I'm making a coffee, if you want one.

-No, no, I'm good.

-Tea, then?

-No. No, thanks, darling.

Look, I want to see the film on that Nanny Cam.

Well, I've got rid of it now. Long gone.

-So why the silent treatment?

-Ah, Kat, thought I'd take up mime.

-Try harder. You're not meant to talk.

-No, you're right. There's always a hitch with that.

Look, it was just a load of nonsense, all right?

It was stupid me saying stupid words.

Well, you can say a lot more stupid words now cos I made an appointment for us.

For?

Half twelve today.

No, Alfie, what for?

Oh. The marriage guidance people.

What? Nah, no, I'm not going to that.

New Year's resolution.

Go on then.

Live like there's no tomorrow.

Right. So when's the party starting?

Good question.

So, who you inviting?

Er... You?

Is that it?

Well, I'm not inviting Masood and Ian.

-Can't believe the wheels have come off already.

-Mine too,

judging by my distinct lack of hangover

and not waking up with somebody I can't remember meeting.

Hang on, Denise...

Sorry, but, you know, someone's got to stand up, haven't they?

If Shirley ever sees these...

You know what, I'm starting to think you and me have got it sussed.

Compared to that lot anyway.

It feels a bit weird doing this.

Yeah.

Imagine if them two got back together. That'd be really something, wouldn't it?

Yeah.

What are we going to do with all this stuff? Sell it?

Melt it down?

Oh! That was a Christmas present a few years back, from us.

Me and Ricky.

Best you have it then, eh?

Why don't you take something?

-What? Of Mum's?

-Can't leave empty handed. She would not want that.

I'm leaving now, am I?

You got to go home sooner or later.

That's the tricky part, darling.

I don't exactly have a home at the moment.

-You've got a place in Spain.

-Had.

-I HAD a place.

-What? It didn't work out then?

Same in New Zealand and my brother.

You don't change, do you?

-What?

-I bet you tried it on with his wife or something.

That's way off the mark, darling.

You'll have to stay here, then.

That depends, job-wise.

You'll find something.

-You're keen.

-I just love having you here.

-How much?

-Oh, don't start.

-This much?

-Stop it!

-Oh, don't tell me this much!

Brought all those things you asked for yesterday.

Just put them on the cabinet, yeah.

Tam? You all right?

Tambo.

Hey...

Gotcha!

Someone's feeling better.

Anyway, the skin graft, did they say how it went?

-Yeah, bit disappointed actually.

-Really? Why?

I wanted it in white but they ran out.

It was a joke. OK?

As in, "Ha-ha, I haven't lost my sense of humour, despite what happened."

-Anything we can do for you while we're here?

-You can ask her to leave.

See, told you.

Tam, I invited Afia. I said we should all be here.

-He's drugged up, he doesn't know what he's saying.

-So why isn't he telling you to leave?

So, what we going to do with all this?

I don't remember Pat wearing this.

What's that?

Nothing, no, nothing, just forget... Ricky!

The car lot fire was years ago. What does this matter now?

It obviously mattered to Dad. Otherwise he wouldn't have wrote that, would he?

I can't believe Pat kept it. If this came out, Phil and Dad would've gone down for years.

Some people keep love letters, Pat kept a murder confession.

Romance like that you just can't buy.

Yeah, well, tell that to Phil.

Jean, have you seen Kat at all?

Thanks, darling.

You coming?

All right.

There's the address, it's about 20 minutes in the cab.

Been waiting for it to be delivered.

This is my BIG treat, is it?

No, not just for you, it's for all of you.

Oh, ain't you strong(!)

I don't get it. What we looking at here?

You're going to do her up, get her running, and then...

you tell me.

Getaway motor?

-Limo?

-Limo? In that? Get real.

A demolition derby. I don't believe it! I thought you'd be dead against that.

You should be grateful, I was going to enter you without a car!

-We're going to race this?

-Lots of races.

You're going to do this little beauty up, go to the nearest track and hit everything in sight.

And we'll the last ones running. Yeah, I think I'm up for that.

Boys toys, what could be better?

We could attach a few machine guns, or a couple of lasers, or something.

Yeah, calm down.

So, what d'you reckon?

-Well, you're going have to teach me mechanics.

-'Bout time, an' all. Nice one, Shirl.

We'll make a Mitchell out of him yet, won't we?

What's all this?

It's all right, it's been dealt with.

What? You knew about this?! Who was it? Denise?

-Laying into her ain't going to do any good, is it?

-You got a better idea?

Yeah, I'll sort it out, all right. I should've done it earlier.

Well, I tell you what, I want this stopped.

And if you don't, I will.

Listen, do you believe in there being something else?

You know, after you're gone?

What, like we're all going to meet on a big white fluffy cloud?

I just don't want this to be it. What's the point, otherwise?

You know, I'd like to see Dad again. And Pat.

-I'd like her to tell us everything's going to be all right.

-D'you know what I'd like her to do?

What?

Just call me.

Eh?

Just call me up...

and, I don't know, have a go at me or something.

Or phone me to say that she's never going to phone me again.

Just a last few words.

MOBILE PHONE BEEPS

Oh. It's for my midwife appointment.

I haven't got a clue what I'm going to do.

No-one has, you just got to get on with it.

Me and a baby? A poor defenceless baby depending on me?

-I thought Pat could...

-Well, look, I'll do it instead.

-Oh, yeah. All right.

-Just say the word. Whatever, whenever.

What are we going to do without her, Ricky?

Right, then. Who've you got?

No-one yet. You?

Nope. Absolutely no-one.

Well, so much for the first day of the rest of our lives.

Well, I'll drink to that.

Cheers, darling. Jean, don't look at me like that.

I told him I wasn't going. We don't need it.

I'm saying nothing.

Hey, New Year's Eve, right? We had a dance and that.

Yeah, yeah, it's... Adam, innit?

-Aaron.

-Yeah. Course it is.

I'm just getting my brother a drink, if you fancy joining us?

Well, hello...

-You're drooling.

-I know.

Denise, Denise! The police let him go.

Yes, but it doesn't mean he didn't do anything, does it?

Jean, get Patrick, all right.

-Come in here, darling, let me talk to you.

-I ain't done yet!

-Maybe you should knock it on the head, yeah?

-Kat, you have no idea what Phil Mitchell's done.

-Maybe you should listen to Kat.

-No. Don't you dare.

I miss Kevin too.

He brought Carly and Deano up like they were his own.

-Yeah, but how can you let Phil anywhere near you?

-Phil didn't kill Kevin!

-He did!

-He was involved in the cut-and-shut cars.

-So was Kevin!

He knew what he was doing!

-It was a stupid accident. You know that.

-Yes, but it was Phil, ultimately, it was him.

When Kevin was dying, he wasn't ranting and raving,

he wasn't blaming Phil.

He was just looking up at the street lamps, thinking it was the sunshine.

That's how you should be remembering him.

Not like this, not like he was some crusade.

Denise, his last thoughts, they were of you.

-If Kevin was here, it just wouldn't be like this.

-I know, I know.

Come on, let me take you home.

He was a good man.

And the bottom line is that you got to share part of your life with him.

-Take care of her, Patrick.

-Yeah.

Alfie'll be waiting for you.

-Mr Moon?

-Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's me.

And Mrs Moon?

Next question?

The world's longest fingernails currently belong to a woman,

Lee Redmond, and they have reached an astonishing 24 feet 7.8 inches.

Wow. Wouldn't want to give her a manicure, would you?

You wouldn't have to, cos she was in a car crash and she broke them.

So someone else has got the record now.

This place is such a maze.

I mean, does anyone even know where the canteen is?

I'm surprised that the nurses even find their patients.

Actually, Mum, I'm feeling really tired, so...

It's good to see you all and everything, but, you know...

-I need my beauty sleep.

-Oh, OK.

-I'll call Afia in.

-No. No. She's not who I thought she was, OK?

She hid everything from me.

Tamwar, you risked your life for her.

Pure instinct told you to save the girl you love.

-You can't ignore that.

-Look where it got me.

Just spend a couple of minutes with her.

No! Dad, no! OK? I just want to sleep.

OK. You get some sleep then.

OK, but next time we come you have to start talking to her, OK?

Look at me and your mum. We're talking.

# Edelweiss... #

Really?!

-# Edelweiss... #

-Mum, really...? Syed!

Mum!

He's in enough pain(!)

You keeping that?

Yeah. Thought I might.

Just don't wear it to the funeral.

Get rid of it!

-I still miss Dad, you know.

-Do you really want Phil knowing that you've got that?

Any luck?

No.

What the hell are you wearing?

-Do you like it?

-No. You look like an idiot.

-Oh, cheers.

-Well, that's my pleasure.

If we can't find anything then maybe we should just think about what Pat would want.

We should know.

Yeah. Yeah, you're right, Janine, we should.

Well, I'm thinking horses. Black ones.

Yeah, yeah, she'd love that.

You took your time.

That's cos I'm a thoughtful, delicate soul.

It's all good now.

Better than good.

Still no sign of your wife.

So. Tell me, Mr Moon.

It's OK, you can call me Alfie.

Alfie.

Alfie...

Tell me, what would you most like to gain from this session?

What would I'd like to gain?

I'd like my wife, Kat, to know that what we've got is still magic.

And, you know, that I still love her.

You never tell her that?

Yeah, course I tell her. I'm always telling her.

I'm always in the pub going, "Kat, love you."

Always. Just maybe not...

maybe just not the right time lately. That's all.

So why wait for the right time?

In fact, it would make it the right time, wouldn't it?

Yeah, yeah, I suppose, yeah.

-I'm presuming that Kat wants to hear it.

-Mmm.

Yeah...

We just need some choice words, you know, to get the ship back on course.

Alfie, you have to start by being honest with yourselves.

Opening up to each other is always the first step.

Yeah, I thought you'd say that.

But you're not doing it. Do you know why?

Have you got any easier questions?

I'm happy to answer all your questions, I just thought,

start at the easy ones then we can work up to the big ones, yeah?

I'd have thought that was an easy question.

I'm sorry.

-Oh, but you did nothing wrong.

-Yeah, but it all just caught up with me

and I kept seeing Kevin in my head.

I understand.

Well, you know sometimes things get hold of you and you can't get free.

Yeah, but it's always him. The "don" of the square.

Yeah, Phil is Phil, but we don't want anything at all to do with him.

I know blokes like him.

-They think they're untouchable, can get away with anything.

-Denise...

But, I know. Patrick, I know.

There's going to be more stuff hidden away, more blood on his hands.

And it's going to catch up with him and I'll be there cheering when it does.

Yes, that might be the case, but until then, you have to let it go.

All right?

We sanded it down, re-varnished it, added a protective coat

and lo-and-behold we're looking at a fully functional door.

Right. Amazing.

It's what we do. Doors.

And windows.

Excuse me, just got to visit the little boys' room.

Me too. You can tell we're brothers, same size bladders.

Yeah...

Doors... Windows... Does he ever shut up?

I'm going to go home and sew my ears back on.

Tell me about it. I must have been absolutely wasted last time.

He's so boring!

Can we just go?

I'll get the cheque.

All right, Syed, how's Tamwar?

Yeah, he's all right. He's got a long way to go yet.

-Boys!

-Listen, it's been great, but me and Christian really...

We were just thinking this would be a lot more fun if we took it back to my place.

-That is, if you're game.

-Christian!

-Excuse me?

Can I get the bill?

-Hi, Rick.

-Hi.

-Pat's favourite.

Nice one. Listen, I was just nipping out.

The others are in the lounge, all right?

Our problems, they're not huge. They're like a bit rock and roll.

-It's the way we've always been.

-Is that true? Or is it perhaps just a cover up?

No, course it's true, honest to God, swear to you.

Sitting here the last few minutes has really well and truly sorted me out.

You! You are a clever girl and there is a medal in the post on its way to you.

Running away won't help.

No.

No, no, no, I'm not running away, I'm running towards my wife.

And that's because of you. So, thank you and take care.

Sorry, Alfie, it was kicking off a bit.

-It's all right, it don't matter.

-Oi, I'm here, I turned up, didn't I?

Yeah, she didn't. The counsellor.

-You're joking, what a cheek.

-These people, eh?

Hold on, that might be a sign, that might mean that we're all right.

Yeah.

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