19/03/2012 EastEnders

MUSIC: "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go" by Wham!

Morning, Mrs Cotton.

I never thought it'd happen, you know. You choosing me over Shirl.

You think I should apologise?

You know your problem? You worry too much.

Ain't that right, George?

I still can't believe it. This time tomorrow, Heather.

You and...

-I thought you'd be happy?

-I should be getting my nails done with Shirl now, shouldn't I?

I've been planning this day since Scott and Charlene.

Mummy giving me away and Shirl as my maid of honour.

It's just not going to be the same...

I'm just being stupid.

No, you ain't.

I just wanted the fairytale, you know, didn't I?

But now everyone's fighting.

It's supposed to be our day, Hev.

-Yeah, well, it doesn't feel like it.

-Then...

let's get out of Walford. Do it by ourselves.

Think about it. No fuss, no stress, no more fights.

Just me, you and George.

Now, that's the fairytale, ain't it?

-What, you mean run off together?

-What's keeping us here?

Nah.

We can't. Can we?

-I still can't believe anyone's marrying that hippo, you know.

-Oi. Don't talk about her like that.

She's Ben's special "fwend", isn't she?

What's going on out there?

Ben Mitchell!

Happy birthday.

-It's a big day for your dad, innit?

-You going to the hearing?

-Shirl don't want us there, does she?

We'll go out, OK? After all this is done.

Brothers, yeah?

Yeah.

-What on earth possessed you?

-I just got overcome with the emotion.

-Calling Dr Freud.

-This is your daughter-in-law-to-be's wedding dress!

I can just imagine the shock that poor boy had

when he saw you prancing around you in it.

It sends shivers down my spine.

I just wanted that feeling again. Of being a bride. But this time all virginal in white.

You have slaughtered this dress!

Surely we can do something about it? I've never seen Andrew so cross.

-Mrs Olubunmi.

-What about her?

-She borrowed my sewing machine, for that Pentecostal...jamboree.

-Do you think there's time?

If The Lord can make the world in seven days,

-I'm sure we can make a wedding dress by tomorrow.

-I don't fancy your chances.

Mandy Salter brought two wedding dresses in last month.

Classy. Nice cut.

We could use them to patch this up.

Then what are we waiting for? Patrick, collect the machine.

My fibrositis won't allow for heavy lifting. Where's my shoes?

What can I do?

You have done more than enough.

Should I give this money back to Mrs Branning?

You're family now, aren't you? So just enjoy it.

You ought to be careful, flashing that cash around.

Yeah. Look, will you take it for me?

-I'm a bit worried about carrying it round.

-So have you decided what we're...

-Shirl! Shirl.

I can't decide on my first dance.

I mean, I want Careless Whisper but Andrew, he wants Spandau Ballet...

I can't do this without you.

You've made your choice.

But what about us?

There is no us.

I'm done with looking out for you, Hev.

From now on, you're on your own.

Come on, Hev. Come on.

Ian?

You was up early this morning.

-Yeah, I had to go to the accountant's.

-Oh.

Well, is everything all right? It's just, I've hardly seen you.

No. Everything's fine.

-How about we go to the supermarket for something for your birthday dinner. Yeah?

-Yeah, all right.

Ben...

You do know I'm on your side, don't you?

I'll have half a dozen of them sticky buns, Marie.

Cos we've got a busy afternoon ahead of us.

Got over the shock yet? That's 20 years of therapy in one evening.

Oh Heather, I shall require you to cover my shift this morning.

-But Janine's asked me to clean Ian's.

-Heather Trott, the number of times I've swapped with you.

-And at my own inconvenience, I might add.

-Sorry, Mrs Branning.

I don't know what Mr Opodopolous is going to say when he discovers I've deserted my post.

-What was Mrs Cross talking about?

-I wasn't going to say anything...

me and Mum had a bit of a bust-up the other night.

Is that all?

It's just that... your wedding dress...

it got in a bit of a mess, didn't it?

What sort of a mess?

Andrew, what's happened to my dress?

-It wasn't my fault.

-But I gave it to Mrs Branning to look after.

Mum had a drink and... decided to stick it on.

What?!

Right, that's it...

-Where are you going? Heather, wait...

-Mrs Cotton!

Oh, keep it down, Heather. I've got a splitting headache.

Listen, I've always tried to be your friend and what do you do? You go and spoil my dress.

It's all blown out of proportion.

Tomorrow I'm going to be a Cotton, whether you like it or not. You can either come and support us

or don't bother coming at all.

-You can't talk to me like that.

-You should be grateful to Heather.

To be truthful, I don't even want you there.

You're always going to be second best, you know.

That scrag end she calls a best mate - she'll always come first.

And if he wants chicken, it's coming from my fridge, all right?

Come on, then. Let's do it.

Let's elope. Like Sammy Jo and Steven.

-Who?

-Oh, don't worry. You'll find out soon enough.

Are you sure?

Yeah. Just me, my George and my Andrew.

SHE LAUGHS

They was here yesterday.

Excuse me. Is anybody serving?

Honestly.

Oh, they're not for me!

Shenice and Tiffany are besotted with Beauty And The Beast, and I said

I'd make them a dress like Belle's.

-Think a little bit of lace trim and some yellow dye and we'll be good to go.

-I saw 'em first.

But I've been holding them for ten minutes.

Sorry, Dot.

Right...

-What are you doing?

-Exercising my right as manageress to seize your goods.

But they're my dresses.

-Feel free to put in a written complaint, won't you?

-Right.

And I thought you were a good Christian woman.

Dorothy Branning...

It's not too late. I can still speak to Ritchie.

We've been through all this.

So is that it, then?

You just going to roll up into a little ball and play dead?

You think I'll give Marsden the satisfaction of seeing me locked up for longer than I have to be, eh?

What about me, Phil?

-What am I supposed to do?

-I'll see that you're all right, you know.

I'm not talking about the housekeeping.

You could go away for years.

What's going to happen to us?

You think I want to do this, eh?

To give up my family. Give up my home...

The only thing that's getting me through this

is what I'm going to do to that little grass when I get my hands on him.

I don't think I can do this on my own.

Get Heather in, then. That's what you've been angling for, ain't it?

I'd understand. If you didn't...

didn't want to stick around...

Where am I supposed to go?

Don't I get a kiss?

How about I see if I can find Max?

See if Abi wants to join us.

Unless you just want it to be the five of us.

Just stop, all right?

You have been off with me since last week. What's wrong?

Nothing.

Ian?

Have you got any idea how long I have waited for the police to catch up with your old man?

Why are you saying this?

Ben, I really couldn't care less what happens to him, but you're my little brother, OK?

Look, I know what I'm doing.

Have you any idea what they will do

-if they find out you lied about Stella?

-Why do you keep dragging this up?

Because your dad will find a way to get out of this.

-He always does.

-Not this time.

Look, just promise me you won't tell anyone. I mean it, Ian.

Just let me do it my way.

< GLASS SMASHES

Hev! How long have you been here for?

Oh. Will you tell Ian that I'll do the skirtings next week, yeah?

Hev!

Ben, I've gotta go and sort a few things out, OK?

Hold on. What did you hear? What did you hear us talking about? Heather!

-Mr Trueman...

-Sorry, Heather, I can't stop. I'm under strict instructions.

-Have I done something wrong?

I saw Mrs Branning earlier and she was ever so short with me.

It's bad enough falling out with Shirl. I couldn't stand it if you two hated me as well.

You couldn't be further away from the truth.

All I seem to be doing is upsetting people.

First Andrew, then Shirl. Who's going to be next, eh?

Do you know what Dorothy is doing right now?

Come and look for yourself.

-I can't.

-Come on now, man. Come, look.

You think Dot would make you get married without a dress?

Hev. Wait up.

You make me proud tomorrow, you hear me?

Now, I've got a very important speech to write.

-What you just heard...

-I never heard anything.

-Let me explain.

-Ben, I've got to find Andrew.

But he's a bully, Heather. If he didn't kill Stella, it'd be someone else next, wouldn't it?

Could you really live with that on your conscience?

I don't understand.

Just forget I said anything.

Did you lie to the police?

Ben! Ben, I trusted you.

Just go and get married, all right? This conversation never happened.

-Why would you do that?

-It's not important.

-He's your dad!

Just forget about it.

-But you've said it now.

-You don't understand what he'll do to me if he finds out.

-But it's not right!

Please, Hev.

-Look, just say sorry to him. He'll understand.

-He'll kill me!

Listen, I won't let him hurt you. I promise I won't.

Where are you going?

I need to speak to Andrew.

You can't just walk off.

I'll sort this, Ben, yeah? I'll sort it.

Hev!

Is that Reverend Stevens? It's Andrew Cotton here.

Sorry for the short notice,

but we've got to cancel the church for tomorrow.

No, everything's fine. It couldn't be better, in fact.

Yeah. Cheers, Rev. Thanks.

All right? I've got a mate in Wolverhampton.

I reckon he'll put us up for a few days whilst we sort ourself out.

If you pick up George from the nursery, I'll finish packing, yeah?

What if you found something out? Something that ain't right.

Stop worrying about other people and think about yourself for a change.

But he needs me.

Who needs you?

He made me promise not to say anything.

-You'd better tell me who he is, Heather.

-Just forget it.

-Tell me.

-It's just a friend, that's all. And he's in trouble.

-He's in big trouble.

-There you go again, putting others first.

-Well, he's not like us, Andrew.

He needs someone to take care of him, you know.

Me and George need you.

Do you know how long I've waited for a girl like you

to walk into my life?

We get married in Walford,

and I guarantee someone's going to spoil it for us.

But I can't go. Not until I've spoken to Shirl.

My mum was right, wasn't she?

I'm only ever going to come second best, ain't I?

Where are you going?

I've got a ticket for you and George there.

If you want to do this, I'll be in the Vic till six.

Then I'm gone.

Andrew says he doesn't want me to go to the wedding.

Sometimes he has that look in his eyes. It frightens me.

Andrew has got a very big heart.

And a very short fuse.

Leave him to calm down. He'll come to his senses.

Come on, Rose.

We've got our work cut out if we're going to finish this by the morning.

You know, my Auntie Gwen taught me to sew.

It was the war, you see. Make do and mend.

Aren't you supposed to be in court?

-Is everything all right?

-We need to clarify a few points in your statement.

That's already been dealt with. I mean, Dad is pleading guilty.

New information has come to light, Mr Mitchell.

What new information? Who've you been talking to?

I'm sorry, but my hands are tied.

-I'll get one of my officers to find your brother, shall I?

-No! No.

He's...he's away. On business.

Get Roxy to come down and meet us.

This ain't going to take long, is it?

That all depends on you, Mr Mitchell.

One last drink before the big day, eh?

Get us a pint, please.

Pre-wedding jitters, I bet.

I was the same before I married my Honey.

Giving up the bachelor lifestyle. All them nights out with the boys...

I felt like a man on death row.

Give it a rest, eh?

All you've got to do is think about tomorrow.

Seeing Hev in the church.

Then you'll know that all the stress was worth it.

-There ain't going to be any wedding, all right?

-What?

-You heard me.

-Stop banging on about it. You're giving me earache.

-All right.

Give us another one, will you?

Shirl! Shirl, I need to tell you something.

It's Ben.

He never meant to hurt anyone.

Promise me you'll help him.

-Tell Phil it wasn't his fault, yeah?

-Where do you get off Sticking your nose in?

Interfering with things that don't concern you.

But he's family. You all are.

You ain't family. You're just some stray I found outside the flat one night. One plate of food,

-and I was stuck with you.

-You don't mean that.

What are you doing sticking up for that little runt anyway?

-He needs me!

-That kid don't need anybody.

You don't understand. Underneath the front, he's just a frightened boy.

He laughs about you, do you know that?

In fact, we all laugh about you.

Sitting with your Smash Hit magazines, babbling about George Michael to anyone that'll listen.

You want to know something? I hate George Michael! I always have.

Pepsi and Shirlie should have drowned him when they had the chance in that swimming pool.

Stay away from Ben. He is not your concern.

Look, I don't understand why you've brought me here.

We can't start this interview until your cousin is present, Mr Mitchell.

You're supposed to help me, remember?

Right, is someone going to tell me what I'm doing here?

Marsden just wanted...

Detective Chief Inspector.

She just wants to go over my statement again. That's all.

Let's start with the morning of the wedding.

I don't understand why you're asking me all this. You were fine with it last week.

Someone's said something to you, ain't they?

-Ben, what are you talking about?

-She's trying to stitch me up!

I need to know exactly what your father said to you.

Do you understand what he'd do to me if he gets out?

You said we were going to win this.

As I mentioned earlier, new information has come to light.

It's my job to ascertain the facts.

You want him banged up as much as I do.

So I gave you what you wanted.

Look...whatever you want me to say, I'll say it.

I'll do whatever it takes.

So you and Hev had another bust-up, have you?

Something like that.

You reckon you'll sort it out?

What is it with everyone round here? Poking their noses in.

Don't look at me. I couldn't give a monkey's.

Me and Heather never stood a chance, did we?

-You put him up to this, didn't you?

-Oh, believe me. I'm as shocked as you are.

What about the Arches? He's always doing dodgy MOTS, cut and shut.

-Ben, what is the matter with you?

-And there's drugs down the club.

-Everybody knows that.

-Before you go any further, I have to caution you and say, Ben Mitchell,

I'm arresting you on suspicion of attempting

-to pervert the course of justice.

-You can't do that.

-You do not have to say anything...

-He's your dad!

-..if you do not mention something you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

I can't go back there. I can't go back.

Here, George, I had it all planned.

I was going to have this big wedding in this big castle in Italy.

And Bananarama - they were going to be my bridesmaids...

..and Nick Kamen, he was going to give me away.

And you should have heard Elton John's best man speech.

Oh, he had the place in stitches. Do you know what?

It never happened, though.

-Teddy!

-Yeah, Teddy! You know why, George? Cos it ain't real.

None of it is.

All this time I was waiting for my George,

and I'd already found my Andrew.

And we're going to get married, George,

and we're going to be one big, happy family.

How's that sound?

Is that good? Yeah?

Do you know what? Just my two boys.

Just my two boys and my Andrew, yeah! That's all we need.

Where's he gone?

(Just wait there.)

MOBILE BUZZES

Where do you think he's going?

Probably off for another barney with poor Hev.

I've been looking all over for you.

-What are you doing here?

-I'm staying at the B&B on George Street.

-I thought we could try that Indian later if you like.

-No.

Pops. There's some bloke's outside, looking for you.

-What about you, Dorothy? Will Nick walk down the aisle?

-Well, he has done, hasn't he?

'Cept he never invited me.

There's always Whitney. I hear she's going great guns with Tyler.

What about that Jack? If I were ten years younger,

he'd have to fight me off him.

But they ain't mine, are they?

I mean, Whitney - she's a lovely girl, but she's just one of me waifs and strays.

You know, I've waited for the day when I could walk out in that Square

and hold my head up high.

I know Heather ain't mine, but she's a blessing, Heather Trott.

You should be ashamed of yourself, Rose Elizabeth,

the way you've treated that girl.

Shhh.

Silly Mummy's got to try and find the tickets.

Oh, Andrew! You must be so excited about your big day tomorrow.

I love a wedding.

You going somewhere?

MOBILE BEEPS

-That's right. J Butcher.

-You are going to pack your bags and get on that tube.

Mandy, listen to me...

MOBILE RINGS

Shhh.

Yeah? Ian...

Nah, I'm having a drink with Kim, aren't I?

Yeah. OK, hon, I'll see you later. Bye.

I'm not leaving without you, Mandy. Not again.

Alex, you've got a choice.

Either you clear off, or I'm going to tell the Old Bill

you tried to grope me round the back of the chippy.

Now, which is it?

-What's going to happen to Ben?

-He'll be released pending a full investigation.

Forget about that little runt. What about Phil?

The CPS will have to decide if there's enough evidence to continue to trial.

But they know it's a pack of lies, right?

Which is why they have no grounds to retain him in custody.

He's coming out?

I'd say the decision is imminent. I'll call you later.

-Thank you.

-Shirl, you hear that?

I've just got to see someone, yeah? I'll catch you up.

You know what this means, don't you? Hey?

This family...finally.... has something to celebrate.

Phil is going to kill you. Have you thought about that?

I'm talking to you. Ben?

Ben... Ben!

Shirl?

Look, I know you're still mad at me, but I just wanted to say that...

BANGING AT DOOR

Oh. That's Andrew. I'm not even ready yet.

Just give me a minute, yeah? Hold on.

-You couldn't keep that shut, could you?

-Ow!

-You told her!

-I didn't know what else to do.

-Do you have know what he'll do to me?

-We'll make him understand.

You were supposed to be on my side, Hev!

Just calm down, yeah?

-I can't stay here. Not now.

-I'm sorry about this, Heather.

You've got money.

Mandy said Dot gave you money for the wedding.

-No, it's not here.

-I don't believe you.

-What's got into you? Sorry about this, Heather. Come on.

-Get off me! Tell me where it is!

I haven't got it. I swear to you.

-No, Ben. You can't go in there.

-Don't touch me!

-Wait till I tell Shirley about this. Ben!

-Get off me!

-Ben!

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