06/03/2012 EastEnders

You're up early. Busy day?

Have you decided what you're going to do yet with your father's money?

I don't think it's going to happen.

Do what you want with it.

You swore you wouldn't do this.

Is that it? Is that everything?

-Someone must have spiked me.

-They were forcing vodka down your throat?

I've had enough of this. Just get upstairs. You're grounded.

-Mum!

-Get upstairs now!

-What?

You're treating me like a kid and I'm old enough to do what I want.

Come on, you. Come on, let's go.

I'm all right here, thanks.

No, no. You can't sleep here. Not again anyway. Come on. Let's go.

Zainab?

Yes. Me - Zainab. You - Kim. Now come on.

You know what, Zainab? You're a good woman, you know.

Thank you.

But you chose a very bad man.

-Masood's not so bad.

-No, not him. Yusef, you know.

-Here, I got a new name for you lot.

-Us lot?

Yeah. The Masoods, yeah? Listen, right, check it out.

Th...Badmoods.

KIM CRACKS UP LAUGHING

I don't think what happened to our family is any laughing matter.

-Do you?

-Oh no, no, I'm not saying that it is, right.

But I always see one of you lot walking around like that.

You see.

Listen - the man's dead. Yeah? You got to move on.

Me and Denise, we got to look at that place every single day.

-And we're still trying.

-Well, I can't.

So just throw out everything that reminds you of him, innit.

I have. Apart from that cursed inheritance, of course.

Oh, yeah? How much is that?

I'm going to give it all away, Kim.

Thank you so much, and I promise you it will go to a good place,

I promise you that.

Well, you're welcome.

-What are you doing?

-He won't notice three missing.

You obviously don't know Ian very well.

I got a tip. I'll pay it back when I get my winning, all right?

-That all you want it for?

-Yes. I'm not boozing.

Flaming tablets would make me puke, wouldn't they?

Right. I thought maybe later we'd go down the housing. See what they got.

Subtle as a kick in the teeth girl, ain't you, girl?

I'm fine here, thanks.

All right, ladies?

What you lost?

Wallet. I can't seem to find it.

SHE WHISPERS: You left it upstairs.

-The Badmoods?

-Yes. How dare she? So, we give this money away.

That's not going to help my mood.

At a Khatam, we pray for a fresh start, we bring the family together

and we do what we can to heal them.

Can we just kidnap someone else's family?

Masood, don't. Everyone has noticed.

No, we have to pray for forgiveness

and we need to beg for a fresh start.

Could you please book the mosque and make sure that everyone knows?

We are in debt, you know, Zainab. And what about Tam and Afia?

Blessings will be far more important to Tamwar and Afia than money ever will be.

Now if you don't mind, I have a meal to prepare, all right.

Now can you please just book the mosque?

Put that down!

What?!

So was Zainab saying she's actually going to give us the money?

As good as.

So what did she say?

Something about it going to a good place.

Trust me, it is in the bag.

She's going to help out her homegirls. You watch.

Here, get a full English. Treat yourself.

D'you know what? I think I will.

Yeah, man.

So who's going to look after the restaurant

while we're at the mosque?

-Tam.

-What?

-Who's going to look after the restaurant?

-Fat Boy.

No way. There were two complaints last week.

He took the mickey out of a guy for ordering a korma.

He asked him if he was a wuss.

We're not going to be gone long - three covers, tops.

I could get that Ali?

Mr Cheekbones? You'd like that.

-What did you say?

-I said no, there's no need.

-No?

-No.

-So that's it? Debate over?

OK, Mr Hollis, that sounds acceptable.

We have a deal.

Thank you.

Well? Spill it then.

Three.

Hundred?

Thousand.

Yes! Oh, my God, amazing! You superstar.

Next we could get our own little store.

Or maybe even a classier range. or what about a little boutique?

-It'd be amazing. You're amazing.

-All right, stud?

Why didn't you tell me?

Because then it wouldn't have been a surprise, would it?

I missed you.

-I'm not interrupting work, am I?

-No, no, no. We're finished.

Oh. Right, well I'll go and sort out the contract then.

Oh, and I'll see you at the Khatam. Bye.

The what?

Oh, it's this religious ceremony thing. Prayer at dad's mosque.

-Is that going to be cool?

-We'll get a few looks but so what?

Now, when you say we...?

-Oh, I meant the family.

-Yeah, course.

-I could ask.

-Nah, it's fine. Hey.

Check out my spoils.

Did you even eat?

D'you know what I think we should do with it?

Buy her out.

I mean, why give her money for the divorce and a slice of the profits?

The business was her idea, Christian.

Well, I don't care.

Then that way the only time we have to see her

is when we have contact with Yasmin.

-Tea?

-Oh, lovely.

More of a sprint than a marathon.

Don't.

I was looking for my wallet, weren't I?

That's weird.

What is?

I could've sworn...

Ah, there it is.

-What's that?

-Oh, just a little something for you.

I should just tell him.

Please, do. There's plenty we could both tell.

Nice and milky.

Sounds nice but how does it help?

The family that prays together stays together.

I think spending some time in the mosque

and then having a big family meal,

that'll be like marking a new beginning for us.

Washing our hands of the past.

So that's it then, is it? Yusef is just a distant memory.

All the scars are healed?

You sound doubtful?

-Just, I never knew it was that easy. Show me the way to convert.

-It's not that easy.

That money could have done a lot of good for our family.

-The money?

-Yeah.

-Oh, yeah. Kim did say about that.

-She said you were going to do something nice with it.

-We are.

We're donating it to the mosque

and then they'll send it back to Pakistan

and they'll hand it out to the poor.

Charity begins at home, like they say.

Yeah. I suppose.

For eight at 6pm.

Right, see you then. Bye.

He's not getting it. I've shown him a dozen times how to fold a napkin.

Got a pen that works?

Ali's worked at the Sheesh and the Mahal,

and he doesn't have "DJ-ing commitments".

Tell you what.

You let me know when you want to talk to me

and I'll avoid you till then, OK?

Car lot quiet?

Yeah. You could hear a pin drop.

You look nice.

Thanks.

I mean, she heard what the doc said and she still takes no notice.

Yeah. See, this is exactly how Rainie started.

How we going to make her learn?

I dunno. Some people just don't, do they?

I remember when I was 14.

Got mullered.

Got into all my dad's spirits,

put a little bit of each one into a milk bottle,

took it to a house party, downed it in one to impress some bird.

Dunno how I got home but when I woke I had one shoe on and a bust lip.

So is there a moral to this tale or...?

Put me off milk?

Didn't your dad kill you?

Nah, he never found out. I used to...

What?

Where is Madam? She upstairs?

-She needed some fresh air.

-Babe, I grounded her.

-We go soft on her now, we ain't going to be doing her any favours, are we?

-What you doing?

Smell that.

Not even the Queen Vic waters its spirits down that much.

-Spiked you?

-It could happen.

-Behave.

-Oh, why is everyone going on like I'm different?

It was a club, right. Everyone was getting smashed.

YOU was smashed and I was worried about you.

Well, you should have looked after me instead of telling my parents.

-Where's the sisterhood?

-Where is it when you try and flirt with him?

-Hey, who can blame her?

-Did I even...?

If you can't remember, Lauren, then things are starting to get bad.

Of course I can remember.

-I obviously just had my beer goggles on, didn't I?

-Oi.

See you later.

Think about it?

-Are you serious?

-I thought you'd bite our hand off.

-Why?

It frees you up from this place.

-You said it was a grubby way to make a living.

-I actually enjoy it now.

-It's nice to know you value our partnership.

-Amira, I do, it's just that...

-I thought we were a team.

We are.

-Just forget about it. No-one's trying to force you out.

-Oh, really?

You all right, babes? You, er, got a minute?

Yeah.

Huh?

Hey, Tam, check this out, man. A thing of beauty, yeah.

A proper fan.

-Yeah. Can you take bookings cos I've got to go out.

-I don't think you fully, OK, appreciate, OK,

the perfection of my creation.

Yeah, it's amazing, it's breathtaking.

-Can you take bookings?

-Yeah, yeah, 'course, man.

As amazing as the surprise is, we don't need a cleaner.

-I'll do it.

-I don't want you to be a housewife.

Well, Mum can help while she's here.

Yes, Ian, darling, I can take an antihistamine for my dust allergy.

Look, it's my choice, all right? I just want you two to relax

and let Bianca get on with her job.

Bobby's going through a little bit of a nose-picking phase

-so could you give the walls an extra rub down?

-My pleasure.

Thanks. Right, ladies, have fun.

You're a diamond, you are.

-I'll start in the kitchen then, shall I?

-Yeah, you do that.

Then I'll come and dust the cobwebs off you two.

Mate of yours, then?

Yeah, besties.

It's monkfish, all right.

It may look disgusting but it tastes great.

Plus I'm doing it in batter with garam masala, cumin seeds

and a little bit of chilli.

Is this what you learnt on your cookery course?

Yeah, yeah. we learnt it the other day.

Plus...we'll have the gaff to ourselves.

Sounds like someone's got a plan.

I am a gentleman, Amira, that thought never crossed my mind.

Er, I think baby Yasmin's missing her mum.

Got time to say hello before you go to work?

Aw, mummy's going to come round and give you a big hug.

Nice to see you.

-Oh!

-Mum, you all right?

-Yes, fine. It's nothing.

You OK?

Your son is driving me mad. First of all he won't talk to me

and now he's being completely unreasonable about our staff.

Apart from that, all good.

The Khatam will help - we'll all get to spend some quality time together.

See you later.

OK. So that's a table for two at 7pm.

Nice. Bet she calls you Mr Romantic...

Sorry? It's for your mum?

OK, well we can sing for her too. That's no problem.

OK, we'll see you at 7pm. OK. Bye-bye.

I hear you crack the whip and they all come running.

What?

Amira, Tam, Afia, Syed. All coming to the Khatam.

Good.

Then it's good riddance to it all.

That's what I want.

It's not all on you, you know?

We all sat back and let that lunatic wreak havoc.

What?

Nothing.

-Here, mind. Sorry, it's wet.

-All right. Get me an orange then.

So, no love lost between you and her then?

-You could say that.

-Why? What'd she do?

My husband.

-Horrible little mare, ain't she?

-I wonder where she gets that from.

Oopsy.

Tam? Come on, bruv, you in there?

Everything all right?

Yeah. yeah, I was, er... I was...just looking for Tamwar.

He's at work, isn't he?

Yes. Yes, he is. Yes. And that's where I'm going to go.

-I'm going to go find him. That's what I'm going to do.

-Fatty boy?

Talk. Now.

You think it's like a prison now?

-You wait cos you won't leave this house.

-You can't make me stay in.

-I will nail you to the floor if I have to.

-We don't want you hurting yourself.

-Anything could have happened.

-Yeah? Well, it's my life, Mum.

-Why you got to be so selfish?

-Can I leave?

-What you talking about - leave? We ain't even started.

-Right.

Where do you think you're going?

-Come back here.

-Just leave me alone, Mum.

-Lauren! You listen to your mum.

-No!

I'll stop being such a burden on you both and move out.

-Lauren, no, don't be silly. Look, you don't...

-Babe, just leave her. Leave her.

She'll come back herself. She won't last the week.

Tamwar. Don't.

Don't what?

Not like this.

Mum, you don't understand.

Then come home and explain it to me.

Come on.

Mum, I was watching that. I would like to see the end of it, Mum.

I would like a daughter who doesn't go with other women's husbands.

I would like a mum that drinks orange juice. Thank you.

-Come here. I mean it, give me it.

-Get off. Ow. Mum!

We was just messing about.

I've just got to finish upstairs.

See - told you we'd get the house to ourselves.

Yeah, well, Dot says even a broken clock's right twice a day.

Oi. You trying to say this is broken?

Is it? Well, let me kiss it better.

DOORBELL RINGS

Hi. Er, can I stay here, please?

She wanted to spend Yusef's money on plastic surgery for me,

because she doesn't want a deformed husband.

Tell me how I'm reading that wrong.

I'm sure she just wants you to feel good about yourself.

What, your father shouldn't love me because I have burns?

You know, if had a girl, yeah.

and loads of money, I'd upgrade like that.

I'd fix her up, man. You know what I'm saying, innit?

You know what I'm saying?

This had better have a point.

Well, it doesn't matter cos I know how she'd feel -

-not very good so...

-So what?

All right, maybe I am being a little bit insensitive to my imaginary girly here

but, you know, maybe she thinks I don't love her just the way she is,

which ain't true by the way.

By the way, she is proper buff, yeah.

She got the curly hair and long legs and she wears tiny, tiny shorts.

So the offer's there, bruv. You know. And I'm happy either way.

And, you know, I only suggested it to make her happy.

-Not to upset her.

-What's her name?

-Nicole. She's a model.

-She lives with all these other models that wear really small...

-Just keep dreaming.

Sorry, mum?

I'm sure everything will be all right, Tamwar.

Can you get rid of that note?

No long ting, bruv.

Oh, come on, man. How many times we done this?

And before you say anything I have earned the right to lounge around.

Oh. It's you.

-Sorry.

-Just let yourself in these days, do you?

Syed gave me a key whilst you were away. Look, can I have a word?

He mentioned the offer.

And?

Well, it's nice to feel so welcome.

Oh, come off it, Amira. Do you really want to stay here in Walford?

I've got a business. And I'm seeing Anthony.

Yeah, right.

What?

Look - I hope it isn't - because he's a really nice guy -

but come off it.

This Anthony thing is just a smokescreen.

How dare you?

I said I hope it isn't. I hope you've moved on.

I hope it's for real.

Cos one thing I do know, darling, you are not here to flog T-shirts.

Got one word for you.

Family. It's what I am and what you never, ever will be.

Well, at least we're getting somewhere now, ain't we, darling?

Cos that don't sound like you've only got eyes for Anthony now, does it?

Bye, girl.

Oh, and J-Lo?

Next time, knock.

You know what, Bianca,

I think you actually found your vocation in life.

-In fact, you deserve a tip.

-Oh, thanks(!)

What?

This is 60 quid light.

-I hope you're not accusing me of nothing.

-That's exactly what I'm doing.

-I leave my wallet lying around and it becomes slimmer of the year.

-I've not touched a penny.

Tell that to the police.

Ian, I'm on probation.

-Then give me back my money.

-Fine, phone 'em.

Look. She didn't take any money, all right?

Mum had some fella after her for a loan, I sorted him out.

Mand, all you had to do was ask.

I know. I'm sorry. You weren't here.

Er, there you go. Here's your tip.

I think a tenner would be more appropriate.

Thanks. I'll go get Bobby.

Right, well... jog on, Mrs Mopp, you've done enough.

-Why didn't you tell him it was her?

-What's it got to do you?

I didn't think there was a bigger leech than you. Pat told me about your mother.

You know what, B? Don't get involved with my family.

I mean, remind me - which one of your kids' fathers is still around?

Cos I've lost track.

I'll give you that one...but I do whatever I can for my kids.

Does she?

KNOCK ON DOOR

Wow. You're early - I haven't even started cooking yet.

I wanted to see you.

Everything OK?

I just wanted to hear your kind words.

Well...I think about you a lot. You know, you're so beautiful.

You always say that.

But not just that, Amira, you're the most...

..amazing woman I've ever met. And you're so kind, and gentle

and funny.

But you know that, don't you?

Is anyone in?

No, Tyler's helping Lauren move her stuff in.

Apparently this a blooming...

..hotel.

Let's go upstairs.

Are you sure?

-Hey. How's work?

-Fine.

What do you want me to do?

Loads of chopping. I'll get you a knife.

I'll know exactly where to put it.

Sorry, OK. I was feeling ill and I needed to get some fresh air.

Well, you shouldn't just walk out without telling me

and take Fatboy with you.

Is he looking after the restaurant?

The restaurant is in capable hands.

I told you he was useful.

What?

The whole pot? I'm sure it can't have been that bad.

Everything must be perfect.

Where's Amira?

She's not here.

Well, good. She's been rubbing Christian's nose into the fact

that he'll never be invited to family gatherings.

-You sacked him?

-Eight people turned up and there was nothing in the book.

I had to turn them away.

That was my fault not his.

Don't cover for him, he told me he forgot to write it down.

-It was my mistake, not his. He's covering for me

-And why's that?

So, if he's not there, who is?

-I hired Ali. We were lucky he was free tonight.

-You hired Ali?

Ali is an experienced waiter, not a liability like Fatboy.

You know Fatboy was sticking up for you.

And why do I need someone to stick up for me?

Because I know, Afia, what you planned to do. I know about the plastic surgery.

-This is irrelevant because we're not getting the money so...

-But if we were, you'd fix me?

If you don't like me, Afia, leave.

Leave me. Go on, get out!

Tamwar?

-Can we not just face facts and accept...?

-No.

I know what I'm doing.

Tamwar, no. You don't. No, Tamwar, you don't.

You don't know all the facts.

Mera pyaare beta. Mujhe maaf karna.

All the things that you two have been through,

all the problems you are having now,

all of our problems...

..there's an explanation.

What?

Tamwar. I'm sorry. It's all my fault.

Your burns.

Your father's death.

I'm so sorry. It's all my fault.

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