08/06/2012 EastEnders

-BABY:

-No!

-Yes!

So, you seen Jean yet?

No. I'm going to let her come to me, I'm not going to force her.

-Probably best.

-Yeah.

She looked in a bit of a state, didn't she?

Mmm. I'd love to know why.

Here.

I pulled my muscle when I was pushing Afia's scooter.

Should've warmed up first.

It's my fault.

Tamwar, I could call her.

I could tell her that babies aren't everything.

-That I was just excited, I didn't mean to scare her off.

-Mum...

No, we can't just let her run off like that.

Imagine what people will say.

This stuff's amazing. I mean, the pain's already gone.

We can't have had that many bills.

You didn't.

So where's the rest of the cash, then?

Roxy?

Move, move, move, move!

Get out my way, man!

BELL RINGS

Hey!

Like my new sexy wheels?

You should get one, slim yourself down for the wedding.

I beg your pardon?

Look, these legs will be so trim, this body will be so slink,

that my man will feel that he has hit the love jackpot.

And you want Mas to be shouting bingo, don't you?

He already is.

Yeah, but you can still shed a few pounds? Round here.

You know what, Kim?

What does this "Ray" see in you exactly?

I'm like a little glam lamb.

You know what I see? I see a bike - on a bike.

You taking this to another level, Zainab?

You know what, Kim? I'm a little bit emotional right now.

KIM RINGS HER BELL Whatever!

Jean.

Jean, I'm just wondering how you are.

Have you seen this? It's all we've got in the way of spirits.

Hang on, Nan.

There's 40 boxes downstairs. All mixers. What good is that?

-Who put the order in?

-Probably the blonde.

Hit a whole new level of incompetence while you were away.

Jean?

Look, we'll talk when you're ready. All right?

Right. Where is the blonde?

-Jean'll have banked the rest. That's what she'd have done.

-Alfie...

You know what she's like. Panicking in case of burglars or something.

Why don't we grab a cup of tea on the way back, eh?

It'll be lovely, safe and sound. Sweet.

There we go.

-Hey!

-I'm only helping out. Look.

Hey, Luce - feel these rolls, babe, man.

They're so warm they're melting in the bin bag.

What I'm thinking is big fat bacon butties at three quid a pop.

That's a mouth-watering profit.

Hey, play your cards right, you'll soon be serving caviar.

Nice. Nothing this hero can't do.

Wait till I get you home, yeah.

Stop it!

Here.

While you were away, I was contemplating.

And that's a list of all my exes.

Hmm.

See, some people think I've been around the block so many times

I've got my own bus lane.

OK. Oh, right.

See, the truth is

I'm, like, five drunken flings away from being a nun

and I don't want you to think anything different.

-Babe, you know you ain't gotta prove...

-Your turn.

-Sorry?

-Name up.

What does it matter, babe? I mean, the past is the past. Right?

Yeah. But I want to know everything about you, don't I?

So it starts with this.

Come on.

Please.

You want another pen in case you run out?

Babe, you asked, all right?

All it is, we're trying to get Tamwar out.

-Let him know we're there for him, yeah.

-Poor guy.

But me and Fats are skint.

Me too.

Here, Angel. Take that.

-Really?

-Course.

-Thanks, Dad.

-It's a pleasure.

Right, OK. I'll tell Fats.

And get Whitney and Tyler.

-Anthony?

-Someone say my name?

-You're coming out with us tonight, yeah?

-Long as it's not another quiz.

So you can come, then?

-Yeah, course.

-You better behave yourself, young Anthony.

-You don't want me coming to look for you.

-Dad...

Joke.

Rox, no. Michael? How's he...? No.

I'm just repeating what Jean said.

Yeah, I know, sweetheart. Listen,

let's not say nothing to no-one, especially not to Kat.

Least of all about Michael.

-Not till I can try and straighten this out.

-Yeah, course.

-What you doing?

-There you go. Should be all there.

-Kat, what you doing, darling?

-You seen the state of this place?

-She's ordered all the wrong stuff.

-Hold on, Jean said she sorted that.

-Here, look at this.

-Kat, hold on. Kat...

She's run the place into the ground.

-We've got bigger problems.

-Ta-ta, Essex.

Hold on. Kat, listen to me. Kat!

-Kat, we're up the swanee right now.

-Get this place back on track today.

Make some phone calls, use some of your charm, yeah.

Just listen! We've got no money.

-What?

-You heard me. We got no money.

Right now there's nothing in the safe.

There is nothing in our business account, all right?

We've been wiped out.

So you moving out?

Well, good. About time too.

Rox?

TRAIN RUMBLES

Um... Aunty Shameem phoned.

Afia's going to stay over there for the moment.

So, you know, she hasn't gone far.

Maybe that's a good sign.

Sorry.

Was just trying to give you something to cling onto.

Cling?

So is that what I am now?

Mr Cling.

Mr Clingy.

Didn't cling hard enough, did I?

Go home, Tam. I'll look after the place.

All these decorations. Afia chose them.

I can't look at the menu.

I looked at the menu and there's Afia Korma,

there's Afia Vindaloo and Madras, and Afia Jalfrezi.

Then don't look at the menu.

Michael? Michael?

OK, no nonsense, no lies, no game-playing.

Why is Jean saying you took our money?

You're back. It's nice to see you.

Michael!

Alfie, between you and me. Jean - the wheels have fallen off.

-I know you.

-I'm the victim here.

-And worse than that - Kat knows you.

-Kat...?

-She's back, all right.

-Jean is Jean, Alfie. You know that.

-Listen. I went to the safe, I went to my bank. There's nothing.

-Really?

Obviously I'd spot you the money, mate, but I'm brassic.

All right. This had better not be an act.

Hang on. You're telling me that you're going to take the word

of someone who sees angels? She's breaking into people's houses.

-Oh, come off it, Michael.

-She's been thieving,

she's been scaring Janine, which is even more disturbing,

I came into my house the other day - she's sitting on my couch.

-Really?

-Have you any idea how weird that is?

-Right, right. Yeah.

It's weird. She's got stuff in her room that don't even belong to her.

Now I know you're lying, all right.

-Really? Then you need to ask Mo, Roxy and Billy.

-Is that right?

-Because they were all there.

-OK. Yeah.

She's creeping me out.

All right.

So where's all my money gone, then?

Why are you asking me? I don't know!

I really and truly don't know, Alfie.

You don't? You're saying you really don't know where?

I'm saying I really don't.

And ask yourself this question, Alfie.

Why would I lie to my best man?

No, no, Michael.

Please stop. Listen, I appreciate it

-but you can see I've got enough to worry about.

-Top of my list.

I know you're busy, I know you're stressed.

But if you would, I'd be so honoured. Huh?

All right. I'm not wearing a pink tie. All right?

Jean...

So I've left all my stuff at Christian's for now

but there's still a load of Amy's stuff upstairs.

Could Jean really do that, Rox?

When you think about it, I mean,

would she get up first thing in the morning

and decide to rip her own family off?

-Hey. It'll be somewhere.

-Yeah, well, the VAT man comes looking,

you know what they're like - they're executioners, that lot.

-So is Michael still a dead end?

-Yeah, he's well off the radar.

OK. All right. So let's think.

Come on, it's got to be somewhere. Right?

Maybe Jean's got money in her room.

Maybe it's under her mattress. Maybe...

Peroxide,

I love you.

I love you too.

You scared me half to death.

I'm sorry.

It won't happen again. I promise.

Don't go into one, all right...

..but are you...

-Yes.

-You know...

-I'm taking my meds. I am.

So what's going on?

Right, well...

-Yes. I got the sack and it just sort of got to me.

-Jean?

-You had a job?

-I was earning a bit extra to help out.

Hey, there you are! All right, sweetheart.

Darling, you all right? Now I'm not angry with you or anything like that

-but we need to go and gather up the cash.

-Alfie, we're talking.

Maybe it's in your room or something like that?

-Come on, let's go and have a look.

-Sorry?

You know what you're like, you'll have hidden it and forgotten where.

-Jean has not got our money.

-I haven't.

-You must have.

-Back off.

-No, you back off!

-You may have squirreled it away like you normally do.

-No, no, no!

-Jean, you must have our money.

-Stop it!

I didn't take it. I didn't!

Well...

I did...

What?

I know, I don't have it any more...

It's all right, Jean.

OK, OK. S'all right. Don't be upset.

OK. Now...

-I need you to remember, sweetheart.

-I'm sorry...

-What you done with it?

I'm so, so sorry.

Please, please don't hate me. Please...

I'm so sorry.

Jean, Jean. Shh. It's all right.

Shh, come on, come on. It's all right. It's all right.

It's not.

-Get that down you.

-Thanks.

Alice has taken a shine to young Anthony Moon.

Right.

Well, that's love, innit, Derek? Y'know - makes the world go round.

Well, I don't like it. I feel like burying him,

like getting hold of his little neck and snapping it.

How to win friends and influence people.

She's my daughter.

Well, she ain't really your daughter, Derek.

-She's on loan for a bit.

-What's that supposed to mean?

Your kids ain't really your kids, are they? You got 'em for a bit

and then they're gone. Your only true worth is handing money over

and getting up their noses every now and again.

But what if he's got... you know...intentions?

Derek, you're not getting this, are you?

He's the one who won't be getting it.

Trust me. If you interfere, she'll hate you for ever.

This is wrong, Max. No other word for it.

I mean, I would kill for that little girl.

I'd do ten people just like that and wouldn't bat an eyelid.

And I'd do the same to Jay if he upset Abi.

This ain't right, Max, eh?

Spending your life worrying about your kids.

Yeah, well, welcome, Derek.

To what?

To the dad's club.

She all right?

Just give her some time, all right?

Let her calm down and then we can work out what she's done with it.

-Well, we have to find out pretty soon.

-Come on, we need to open up.

Yeah, great idea. And sell what exactly?

I don't know, but you sort that out and I'll sort this out. I promise.

Why is it that everything in here smells of death?

You need to rub that down or spray something on it.

It doesn't all smell of death.

-Bruv, you smell of it too.

-Don't smell me!

-Anthony.

-You are looking after my daughter tonight.

-I am?

She likes you. You're going to treat her with the utmost respect.

You are going to be the perfect gent

and you're going to make sure nothing happens to her. Capisce?

-Capisce.

-Good.

Yep, smells like death all right.

-We let you win, yesterday, I mean.

-Oh, did you?

-Hi.

-Hey.

-Can I get a cola, please?

-What's happening, Alice?

-So where are you going tonight?

-Oh - uh...

It's just round ours. Fat Boy's calling Tam so hopefully he shows.

Women. So cruel.

Will you be coming? Drinks are on my dad.

Really? He's so sweet.

-Oh. Is that a yes, then?

-Lauren won't be happy.

You two are just so boring now. Come on, this is about Tam.

All right. S'pose I could - Bobby can stay with a mate.

Lovely. That's settled then. Going to be a full house.

Great.

Welcome to wonderland, Alice.

Oh, look at that, lovely. Now this one.

-Sweetheart, we have lift-off.

-Yes! That's my Alfie.

I had to flirt with Rita from the Mortician's Arms

-but when you've got needs...

-And all the chat.

-What does being a footballer got to do with it?

-Babe, I was in a team.

In a team? When did you find time to play?

Cos this list of names, this scroll, this five-napkin scroll of names,

shows you were one busy dog.

THEY SCREAM

Hello my darling! Lovely to see you! So you got yourself a footballer?

-And chef. You must be Kat, right?

-Got it in one, Einstein.

Hold on, Raymondo, you a footballer, then?

-I was pretty handy.

-You play with your feet, not your hands.

-Nah, not always.

-But hold on.

Know what I'm picturing here? Come on. Pub football team.

-Well, count me in.

-Yes, you know,

thirsty footballers want to drink lots of beers, don't they?

Listen. You'll be all right here while I go work on Jean, won't you?

Don't come down without the cash, all right?

-I'll try my hardest. Just stay down here and look pretty!

-Thank you.

-All right, guys, the usual?

-Yeah, please.

-Give us one second.

-Christian, what can I get you?

-Actually, it's Amy's stuff.

Roxy wants me to collect the last of it.

Don't bother, mate. I'll talk Kat round. Peroxide ain't going anywhere.

Trouble is, she's sorted it out with Phil. And she wants to move on.

I think it'll be good for her.

Did she say that?

Yeah. You know, fresh start and all that.

KNOCK ON THE DOOR

All right, Jean?

Right, you're going to have to talk me through this.

The money - where it went.

Well, um...

I was so stupid, Kat.

And I don't know how to get any of it back

and I don't know how to prove any of it.

Slow down, yeah. One thing at a time.

-Where did the money go?

-Michael.

-Michael Moon?

-He said he needed the money to help young boxers.

-Did he now?

-And he's telling everybody that I'm lying,

and he's been making me look like I'm deranged

but I am taking my tablets, and I am thinking clearly

and anyway, I would never do that to you. Would I? I'd never hurt you.

I mean, you're the last person I would hurt, Kat.

I know.

MASOOD CLEARS HIS THROAT

Sometimes it just doesn't go our way.

Life would be great if it did but sometimes it's just... rubbish.

Yeah, great talk, Dad.

But then again, if you look a bit closer,

if you were to scrunch up your eyes,

sometimes you can kid yourself that it's not that bad.

I mean look at me, Tam.

Your mum left me for someone else.

She married him,

but where are we now?

I'm here, she's here. We're back together.

And that's because she's the only one for me. She always was.

OK. So here's the thing. If I was to scrunch up my eyes,

I can sort of see things in a different light.

In a good light.

-Go on, you try it.

-No, thanks.

No, go on. Like this.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

You see? It's all about perspective.

I can't walk around like this, can I, Dad? I'd hit a wall or something.

We all hit walls, Tam.

It's how we deal with it that's the making of us.

MUSIC PLAYS

Oi, oi, oi.

You lay a finger on her and I'm going to bury you. Capisce?

That is spot on. Absolutely spot on.

-There you go.

-Thanks.

You all right?

Hey, guys. Tam here yet?

-Are you serious? What is she doing here?

-Come on.

-Sort this out, you two.

-Listen, Tam said he won't make it

but he said thank you and he'll try and deal with it himself.

Hi, Alice.

Oh - hi.

Do you know what, Tyler, can you just get her out now, please?

Just let it go, Lauren.

I know it's none of my business

but I know you like Anthony.

Me? No.

You should tell him.

I shouldn't even be here. It's bad enough me being in Walford with Dad.

If my mum knew I was out partying...

Hey, relax. All you need is a bit of Dutch courage.

I don't really drink.

Here's to romance.

Hey, you all right?

-Was hoping you'd pop in.

-Yeah?

Yeah. Are you really moving out?

-Well, you know, all good things.

-OK. If that's what you want

but don't forget, you've got wages up till the end of next week.

-Yes!

-Can't get rid of me that easy, young lady.

Listen to me. I've been thinking about the missing money.

Well, the VAT man, actually, and...

-What you doing?

-Hold on.

Guess who's got a trust fund?

Whoa, stop, Rox. I can't do that, sweetheart.

It's just a loan. It's a loan. It's Amy's money, I can draw off it.

Amy's money? That's worse, taking from a three-year-old.

Alfie, Alfie, this is the only bit of my dad's money I kept.

You'd have forever to pay me back

-because she can't touch it till she's 18.

-Kat'd crucify me.

Who's going to tell her?

Just take it, all right?

Cos I can't have you getting banged up, can I?

-What would I do without you?

-Thanks, Rox.

You still here?

Just saying my goodbyes.

Any luck with Jean?

We'll soon know.

Let's hope Kat gets her way. Then I won't need this, will I?

-Right, see you later.

-Yeah.

Cheers, Peroxide.

HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS

You've got lovely hands.

Oh. Thank you. You've got nice hands too there.

They're nice.

I like skin.

I'm...I'm a skin person.

Smooth skin's my favourite.

Then after that...

less smooth skin.

THEY LAUGH

Oi. What you laughing at, eh?

You all right?

I think he likes you.

Heard you were back.

TRAIN RUMBLES

ALICE VOMITS

She all right?

Oh yeah, she's just peachy.

-Not sure I'd be wanting to kiss that later.

-Ty!

S'all right. Nice and slow, there you go.

Get you back inside, eh? This way.

SHE VOMITS AGAIN

Just...

We shall be having words about this later, Anthony.

Come on, Angel. Come on, up you get.

Come on, sweetheart.

Let's get you home, shall we?

You should have made her a bacon buttie.

Lined her stomach.

I want our money back.

-Jean still giving it all that, is she?

-Yeah. I wonder why.

You've come to the wrong person, sorry.

That's very disappointing.

Jean's sick. She needs a physician.

No-one's as sick as you, Michael.

And no-one's going to need help as much as you.

You need to speak to Roxy. Billy. Jack, even.

They'll tell you what they saw in her room.

You know she had our baby scan in there? Oh, yeah.

Amy's christening bracelet, other kiddie things.

She has a weird baby obsession.

If money's gone missing, you need to look to her. Not to me.

Think about it, Kathleen.

If I hurt you...

..if I stole from you...

..then I'd be stealing from Tommy.

And what kind of man would that make me?

You look amazing.

So stunning.

You never met Kat Slater, did you?

Well, guess what. You're about to now.

Cos when I prove that you took our money,

I'm going to rip you apart.

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