14/06/2012 EastEnders

No, I like the blue shirt.

No, go with the blue shirt - you look nice in that.

Yes.

Babe, are you going to tell her what you've done?

She's going to the tropics on the trip of a lifetime,

not some borstal in Croydon.

Right, and why did we find that stuffed down the sofa?

-Cheers.

-Well, I dunno. You tell her, then.

I ain't going to tell her, am I? I'm busy.

What, planning my mind-blowing proposal?

You're still married, ain't ya...Mrs Jessop?

Not for much longer.

Anyway, I got a business to save. See you later.

-Bye-bye.

-See you later.

I can't! OK, I love you too.

Bye. Bye.

Good luck.

-See you.

-Bye.

A police caution for harassment.

I mean, even they don't believe me

and they're supposed to be the experts.

Tell that to Andrew Cotton.

Look, the tax man's been sorted out now, so stop worrying.

I'm going to have to thank Eddie

for coming through with that money so quickly.

Still got to pay him back, though, ain't we?

Jean, everyone knows you're solid gold and Michael is a snake with a cesspit where his heart should be.

That's what worries me.

Go and get us some milk, yeah?

Cheers.

Hey! So how's my two favourite girls, then?

You're good at that.

You didn't touch your fruit salad, darling. That was a special treat,

for now that your exams are finished.

Thanks. Can I go?

-You've been working so hard.

-Which is why I want to hang out with my mates.

Which is...which is why me and your dad thought that you deserved a special treat.

More fruit?

Well, yeah. Definitely. Pineapples, actually.

And, er... sun, sea and some big turtles.

What are you going on about?

Costa Rica!

I've given them a ring and I've told them you're going!

-You what?

-No, I know you were scared to tell us, cos you're worried about going all that way on your own.

But you'll be fine! We'll set up the internet phone thing again

and we'll talk all the time. I mean...

Don't bother.

The only thing that got me through all that revising was the thought of summer with Jay and my mates.

So you can get rid of that...

..because I'm not going.

Hey! Hello, stranger!

What's going on?

Hey, Pops. Pops, come on, girl!

I'm telling you, Jack, I'm not one of them who can do messages. It ain't my thing.

I'd do everything I could to make it right - show my daughter what she means to me.

-Chocolates! All right, Janine?

-Sorry, bye.

-We heard you were back.

-Only to help Tanya with Janine's bridal look. I should be done by today.

We heard you're a big shot now - can't fraternise with the likes of us, eh?

Oh, no! No, no, no.

-I can't get there AFTER the client - Tanya'll kill me!

-I thought you was doing her a favour.

-Janine!

What, are you trying to force me into some sort of early labour?

-Sorry, just slipped up, didn't mean to.

-I don't know what you're smirking at.

-KAT:

-Glad to see whose side you're on, boys.

What?

This has just became a family conversation.

Like it or not, I'm going to be one of you soon.

Which is why I'd appreciate it if we forgot all of this nonsense and you came to the wedding.

-Only cos you ain't got enough mates for a conga.

-Ugh!

Talking of the Moons, I was thinking of tapping Eddie for a loan,

-to tide us over. What do you reckon?

-Dad?

We had to pay a speeding fine for him the other week.

Sorry, Kat, he's potless.

SHE GROANS

Jean, do you mind? These floors don't clean themselves, you know.

I want to be served by Kim.

She served me last time I won.

Where is Kim?

-It's not Kim you need, darling, it's a reality check.

-No, it's your negativity that's making me unlucky.

-Michel Platini, Euro '84 - that's all I'm saying.

-Oi, oi, oi!

Lest we forget Bobby Moore, the greatest, most capped outfield player there's ever been.

Nothing to do with the fact he's West Ham, then?

I can't believe an Orient fan's talking about international football. You ain't got a clue.

Correct me if I'm wrong but wasn't Bobby Moore overtaken by King David,

whose first team, as much as I hate to rub it in, was Spurs.

Listen to Roxy Mitchell - head full of football stats.

-Good looks...

-For her age!

-Oi, oi, oi!

Why, I think the girl's got it all!

-Yeah? Not everything.

-So if you were a betting man, what would you put your money on?

So now that my talents have been acknowledged, does that mean I can be your right-hand woman?

-What?

-For the football team!

-What? Yeah, come on, then. Why not?

-Oh, get in!

-Come on!

-Don't touch my hair.

-I won't.

-Good.

See you again soon, then. Thanks. Bye.

How we getting on, ladies?

Why don't we start with a massage? Help you chillax.

I'm perfectly chillaxed, thank you.

You all right? I've got college, so I can't stay long.

Whitney, you're my chief bridesmaid. College can wait.

No wonder you're all knotted up.

All that business with your in-laws-to-be. Nightmare!

Please can we just get on with what we're here for?

Poppy's a successful entrepreneur, aren't you, Poppy?

I wish I'd had my head screwed on like you when I was your age.

Yeah, I have done quite well, haven't I?

Can I have my water, please?

Poppy? Janine's water.

Oh. Yeah. There you go.

THEY GASP

Oh, I'm so sorry. I am so sorry.

It's all right.

I was sick of looking at the perfect brides, anyway.

You all right?

I'm fine, yeah.

-Tracey...

-Hi.

-Did you know that Madonna doesn't like hydrangeas?

I could tell that just from looking at her face.

That was the kind of expertise I brought to the job...

when I worked here.

I wonder, could I help you out again?

Well, we have got a couple of weddings coming up

and Lila is looking for someone to help.

Go on, then.

-Now?

-Yeah.

-Cash in hand?

-All right.

Oh! Thank you.

HE SIGHS

You look like you've just lost a winning lottery ticket.

What you doing here?

Come to see the fittest boy in Walford, if that's OK with him.

RADIO: 'Sophie from Ilford.

'How you doing, Sophie? Answer this question correctly

'and you'll win an expenses-paid trip to Miami.'

Sounds lovely, don't it?

'Which rapper has had a hit with Miami?

'Will Smith, 50 Cent or Chipmunk?'

Chipmunk, innit? It's Chipmunk! Yeah, come on, Chipmunk!

'Is it...Will Smith?'

No, Sophie, you idiot!

'Sophie from Ilford, you...

'have just won a trip to Miami!'

SOPHIE SQUEALS

Sorry, how many GCSEs did you say you got?

You saying I ain't got skills?

Well, come here, you little brainiac. I'll show you a few skills.

Sorry, I just need some air.

-Well, I'd better be getting back to the car.

-No, I didn't mean...

-Listen, you want to stop - we stop.

Well, I didn't say that.

I would never push you away.

But I think if we split up, you'd be all right after a day or two.

But then if I weren't with you, it'd be nothing.

Just...there's nothing left.

-How many times do I have to tell you I feel the same way?

-No, you don't.

-If you knew what I've...

-Well, like you said before, I don't know anything, do I?

Abi!

-I don't like it.

-She loves it!

-SHE CHUCKLES

-Simon Cowell does that, don't he?

I hate it!

Why do I get to look like Alex Reid in drag

while she looks like Kate Middleton?!

A bride is mean to look innocent and fresh-faced.

But you're about to give birth...

Oh, is that what this is?!

Look I'm really sorry, Floppy, or whatever your name is.

-Poppy.

-It's going to take a miracle to make the perfect bride

with the perfect wedding, and, no disrespect,

but I just...I'm not convinced miracles are your thing.

I'm going to go.

You can't go looking like that!

Please! Please, let me fix it.

-Come on, Abs...

-No, Jay!

-Just listen to me.

-No.

-Why not?

-Abi! What's happened?

-Please, Mum, I don't want to talk to him.

-Don't cry, babe.

-Just leave it. Are you all right?

Are you sure?

-You go and help Poppy out at the salon. I'll come and find you in a bit.

-Abi!

No, you wait.

Come with me. You and me can have a little chat.

Give me a minute.

Wo-hoo! Look!

Go on. Treat yourself!

-Yeah, we'll see.

-Yeah, I've heard you've been having some money problems.

Listen, for what it's worth, I'd take Jean's word over Michael's any day of the week,

no matter what medication she's been on.

Here, do us a favour, Kat. Help me choose something for my little girl.

I say little - she's 18 now.

All right, let's have a mooch.

You should get that top.

Don't want to let yourself go, do you?

Is that right?

How about this?

So did you spend a lot of time with my husband while I was away?

Single man of a certain age comes to rely on his local.

I'm sure the Vic weren't the same without its landlady.

Don't get me started about Blondie. She ain't up to it.

Who wants scrag end when they can have prime rib, eh?

Yeah, but some people like a bit of both, don't they?

Ooh, that's nice.

Thank you.

Well, you're obviously very broad-minded,

letting her shack up with your old man.

I mean, she's not the type of girl that likes to take no for an answer, is she?

And you're not the one to cause trouble, are you?

Buy the top.

-There you go, darling.

-Thank you.

It's obvious what all that was about.

Me and Max have had our moments with you, haven't we?

But that's...that's cos Abi's...

She's our little girl.

In some ways, she's still so young.

She's not like Lauren - she was backchatting from her changing mat.

It's not that we doubt the way you feel about her.

It's obvious - you love her to bits, don't you?

So let her go, darling. You got to let her go.

Go where?

Costa Rica.

The...er... The eco...thing.

The scholarship. She must have told you she'd applied for it.

Oh.

Right. I thought that was why she was upset -

cos you didn't want her to go.

Oh, Jay, it's the opportunity of a lifetime.

I mean, they've only chosen 12 people, out of hundreds.

And it's all sorted now. The flights, accommodation. I've even booked her in for her travel jabs.

-Oh, look, it's only for eight weeks.

-It's for eight weeks?!

Jay, wait! Wait.

You just said you loved her, yeah?

Now, if that's true, you'll make sure she goes.

I left some stuff upstairs.

Er... And I was helping Alfie with the football thing.

I never thanked you, did I, for stepping in while I was away?

Alfie says you've been a real godsend.

Well, that's all right. He's a good mate, ain't he?

He told me about your friendship.

Did he? What did he say?

That my hair always clogs up the sink?

I can see why any girl, you know, who's a bit lonely,

kid to look after, not as much of a catch as she was,

-would want to be round Alfie.

-Little bit uncalled for.

Alfie...er...makes girls like us feel good.

He sees past the stuff that other people see and he sees what's underneath.

You know, that's special.

OK. Er...

All right, look, Kat...

I'm not going to lie to you, OK?

SHE SIGHS

It was a little crush. A tiny, silly little crush. MY crush.

And Alfie made it perfectly clear that he belongs to you.

So even after he knew how you felt...

he carried on living with you and working with you.

-You was practically his wife!

-I meant, nothing happened.

But you wanted it to, yeah?

So while I was away for months looking after my sick dad,

you was singing round the campfire like the Waltons?

Kat, he wants you.

You paid off our debt, didn't you?

It wasn't a handout. It was just a loan.

KAT CLEARS THROAT

This should be your last shift, OK?

And...um...

this little chat stays between us, yeah?

Yeah.

All right, Marie? Just a ham roll and a cup of tea, please.

Er, actually, make it two teas, will you?

Mmm! You'll smudge.

-TEARFULLY:

-I can't do anything right.

Me either.

You know, I haven't had a client yell at me in...

Well, like, months at least.

It's like I'm cursed at the moment.

What's it all about, eh?

Here you are.

All right, darling?

Have you spoken to Jay?

No, why?

SHE CLEARS THROAT

Where's Janine?

Oh. She...er...

She... Yeah, can I talk to you?

You've told him, haven't you?

You got me out of the way so you could tell him about this stupid trip!

You can't wait for me to get me away from him!

-Abi, I thought you'd told him. You should've told him yourself.

-I'm not going!

Oh, you make me sick! Sending me away, lying, trying to brainwash my boyfriend.

-Who do you think you are?

-Your mother, Abi! That's who.

-Abi, come back!

-Leave me alone!

Look, Abi just needs a bit of reassurance, Jay, that's all.

She's thinking you're going to move on to the next one.

Which you ain't.

I mean, some people say it ain't natural, don't they, two people staying together?

But trust me, mate, there's nothing better than finding someone you can be yourself with.

You can share all your secrets, watch each other's backs.

Anyone can find a pretty face, can't they? You know, a little bit of company,

but all that other stuff, mate, it's...

Well, it's nearly impossible.

So once you've got it, why do you want to lose it?

Stop telling me how stupid I am!

-I just know that you'll regret it if you don't go...

-I want to stay here. I want to stay here with Jay!

Why? If he loved you, why would he want you to hang around here, anyway? What, with Ben?

Ben, who's already been in prison,

and Lola, who's what? 15 and pregnant by God knows who?

If he really loved you, he would want better for you!

-You know nothing about me and him.

-I know everything about it! I've been there. I've been you.

No, you haven't!

And the more you tell me what to do, I'll do the opposite because your life's a mess!

Yeah. Yeah, it is, actually! Do you want to know how I spent my day?

I spent the whole day trying not to scream at Janine while she bossed me around.

How do you think I know I'm right, Abi?

You stay round here, you're going to end up just like me.

That's the thing about life. You don't always get a second chance.

Is this about cancer?

Why does it always come back to this?

You can't guilt trip me into going.

All right.

Once you've stared death in the face,

you question everything you have ever done,

every decision you've ever made.

I tell you this - if I had my time again, I wouldn't be here now.

Alice.

Alice. Please, talk to me...

-I told you to leave me alone.

-Talk to me, please.

I forgave the past.

The one thing I asked was that you try and be a good man.

Maybe you can't change.

Oh, I've changed, Alice, more than you'll ever understand.

Look...

I'm never going to be a nine-to-fiver -

a milkman or a cab driver.

This life is in my blood.

But...

But I don't want it any more.

And that's cos of you.

But who's going to give me a job, eh? Eh?

An ex-con with a record as long as the Magna Carta.

I swear to you...

I swear to you, I'm trying to change.

To be good enough for you.

How can I believe a professional criminal?

If I lose you...

I'm finished.

Don't say that.

I-I got you a...

It's a dress. I...

I was hoping that you might wear it to my friend's swanky wedding.

That's if you'd do me the honour to escort me.

I don't regret having you three. Of course I don't. How could I?

All I know, darling, is that...

if I'd had your brains and your opportunities and...

I hadn't got distracted by boys and parties and...

What could I have been, eh?

What might I have done?

I just want so much for you.

To at least live a bit before you start turning things down or settling for stuff.

But if I go, he'll find someone else.

Well, then, he wasn't the right one.

Oh, as if!

As if he will find anyone half as special as my Abi Branning.

You know, sometimes you need to get away to realise how special you are,

-how much you do deserve.

-What, like you and Dad?

Oh, promise me you will never compare yourselves to us!

How could I ever forgive myself if... if you only lived half a life?

Yours isn't that bad.

You're 15.

All right! Nearly 16.

"Not bad" is not enough.

It's nowhere near enough for my baby.

All you ever need to understand is that I want the best for you.

And if you can't have the best, I want you to go down kicking and screaming.

I'll go.

Just wondering how my bridal flowers were coming along.

-Ripping Tracey off as well, are we?

-Oh, no, I'm just a local businesswoman, you know,

supporting the community.

Only the buttonholes, though. I'm not totally insane, like, er...

It would make your life so much easier if I was insane, wouldn't it, Janine?

-You all right, Jean?

-Yes, she's just looking for another police warning to go with her collection.

Where's Tracey?

You know, the sad thing is,

you could afford all the flowers in the world -

rare orchids, gold-plated roses -

but your marriage will still stink.

Cos you're both rotten to the core!

You heard this, Trace?

Are you going to say sorry, or do we have to cancel our order?

SHE SIGHS

So, was that a "I've been working so hard I deserve a drink" sigh

or was that a "get me out of here, I'd prefer to be signing on" sigh?

Bit of both.

I bodged it today, Fats.

So? Why don't you go back and do your own thing? You know, be your own boss.

Honesty hour?

OK.

I'm not a successful shellac nail technician.

And I've been evicted.

I was going to ask Tanya for a job but I've totally lost my A game.

Who'd want me? I don't know.

Come on, come on. Stop with the tears, stop with the tears.

Look, gimme that. Gimme that, OK? Come on, all right?

Look, I'll tell you what we'll do. I'll tell you what we'll do.

I will take you down to the Vic, all right? I will buy you a large drink, OK?

I'll put some big tunes on the jukebox, we'll bust a little move, all right?

And you can come back with us until you sort yourself out.

Ugh! Never have kids, I'm telling you.

Oh, darling, don't get upset about Janine. She could make Cliff Richard swear like a navvy.

And please, please, tell me you can stay -

-at least until she's made her mind up about what she really wants.

-Yeah.

-Yeah.

-Yeah? Good.

We'll turn that stroppy mare into a blushing bride if it kills us.

See?

I'm sorry.

No, I'm sorry.

PLANE FLIES OVERHEAD

Come on.

-Look who it is! Hello, stranger. Long time, no see.

-Hello. You all right?

Yeah, lovely. Right, everybody, listen up.

The Queen Vic football team is about to take the footballing world by storm,

so all you amateurs get your names down, all right?

Oi, young lady, shouldn't you be on that side of the bar?

Well, you got your landlady back, haven't you?

So no more Girls Aloud back-to-back on the jukebox.

I came to say I won't be seeing you again.

Alice, look, I can change. I...

No. Mum read the texts on my phone. She's furious I've been meeting you.

Well, is it just because your mum's kicking off but, apart from that, you really want to see me?

I thought maybe I could help you.

Then we're laughing, aren't we, eh?

Cos what your mum don't know won't hurt her.

I can't keep lying.

You're an adult now -

it's your choice.

Mum and Joey reckon that you ruin people's lives.

Do you promise you won't ruin mine?

Angel, I promise.

Now, you take this back. We'll go to my friend's wedding

and I'll be the proudest dad in the world.

I can't.

Dad, it's awful.

THEY CHUCKLE

-But the chocolates are my favourites.

-Ah! Well, see? I know my little girl!

Well, looks like Derek's got his way again.

I think she's really sweet. Don't you, Alfie?

-Don't forget, you've got team talk and the nutmegs.

-What's this?

-Rox's going to help me out with the football team.

-Right.

-Well, I think, as landlady and your wife...

-Right.

-..I should be your right-hand man.

-Oh, right.

-In fact, look at this...

-Have a look.

Oh!

-What's that? FATBOY:

-Ah, check that out!

-Go on, girl!

-Ta-da!

CHEERING

Go, Mrs Moon!

Wahey! All right!

-Do you like it?

-I love it. And you know, more importantly, I love seeing you like this.

We might be skint but at least we've got the tax man off our backs, eh?

-Got Eddie to thank for that, ain't we?

-Mwah!

Right, who's next? What can I get...?

I...er...got you these.

It looks a really nice place. You'd be mad not to go.

Really?

I've been running round all day like a loon,

just trying to get some money.

I think we should go together.

To Costa Rica? I don't think you can just turn up...

Not on your trip, you doughnut.

Sit down.

On our honeymoon.

If I can't stand the thought of eight weeks without you,

how am I going to last a lifetime?

I love you, Abi.

Stay here and marry me.

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