26/06/2012 EastEnders

Her breathing's slowed, but we're doing everything we can, OK?

Michael... Where's Michael?

# You're just too good to be true

# Can't take my eyes off of you

BOTH: # Da-da, da-da, da-da-da-da-da

# Da-da, da-da, da. #

Now, what I was thinking was,

how about me and you take Joey to the dogs?

Reckon he'd be up for that?

-I guess so.

-Guess?

It's the dogs.

You know, chicken in a basket, few beers, bit of a flutter.

What's not to like?

I've got a bit of business to attend to. You give me a ring when he gets here, all right?

My great Aunt Vi, she used to say to me,

"Derek, it's going to be a good day today. I can feel it in me waters."

I got a feeling in me waters.

Won't be long.

Right. Eight times eight.

64.

Seven times five.

35.

Nine times nine.

-Come on, you know this one.

-That man's trying to get in our house.

MAN: Mr Beale!

-Look!

-Nine times nine.

-I don't know.

Sort this out, it's a right state.

Yeah, all right.

Why would I do that?

Yeah, Max, why would he do that, eh?

Someone took them spark plugs out them cars. Weren't me, was it?

Just sell them, otherwise we're both going to be out of pocket.

All right, fine. He'll have to fix them, though.

-Let's go see him.

-What?

You said dad's with Peter. Let's go see him.

-You've got school. Another time.

-No, I want to go now.

Bobby, I'm tired. I don't need this right now.

You're lying, aren't you?

He's not with Peter. He's dead, isn't he?

Just stop it.

-He's dead, isn't he? He's dead!

-Do you want a smack?

-CHILD:

-Bobby!

I hate you!

They can be right little terrors sometimes.

He isn't a terror.

Don't mind me saying, darling,

but you look like you've got the weight of the world on your shoulders.

I'm fine.

Dad?

You want to up your security, Lucy.

Anyone could break in.

Janine.

Where's Michael?

He ain't done a bunk already, has he?

HE MOUTHS

Let's have a little look at her, then.

She's the spit of you, ain't she?

-Really?

-Yeah.

Definitely.

They said that she's got an infection.

They're giving her some antibiotics.

Apparently there's still a bit of blood in her nappy.

-I don't know. They said we've just got to wait, really.

-Yeah.

Won't be long before she's running around the Square,

terrorising all the local kids.

Bossing them around. Bossing her mum and dad around.

Oh, you reckon?

Well, she's your little girl, ain't she?

I'm not bossy.

-RICKY:

-'I looked everywhere!'

Yeah, well, look again. I should have known he'd do something like this.

Just get him back here. She can't do this without him.

Just like that?

What can I say? I've seen the light.

So you ain't here for the cash, then?

No, you keep it, darling. With my blessing.

What's the catch?

So cynical.

There's always a catch.

Well, maybe I just want my children to see that I'm a decent human being.

Even if it does mean letting a lying little scumbag like you off the hook.

So you'll leave me alone?

Well, the odd free saveloy wouldn't go amiss,

but yeah.

Shame, really.

I was just starting to have some fun.

KNOCK AT DOOR

KNOCKING CONTINUES

-RICKY:

-Michael!

Michael!

Oh, come on, mate. Open the door.

Don't you care how your daughter is?

Michael!

KNOCKING CONTINUES

Michael!

-Is she..?

-She ain't good, but she's hanging on.

I should never have took you.

Don't be silly.

It ain't going to be that way with you, you know.

I know.

This one, this one is going to be big and healthy and strong.

Ain't that right, little one?

Pops?

-I'm fussing.

-You're fussing.

You don't come out until you're good and proper cooked, you hear me?

Well, she won't if she knows what's good for her. I've got to go.

-OK.

-Sorry.

-See you later.

-See you.

It's some infection. Necro-something.

Come on, mate, you jump in the shower.

I'll make a cuppa, then we'll get going, yeah?

Michael, you are going back to that hospital, ain't you?

-Come on.

-Get off me!

-You just going to leave Janine alone, are you?

Leave her there just to sit and watch your baby?

Maybe watch her die? Because that ain't far off what could happen, you know.

Er... I can't...

..think.

Look, Janine needs you. Your baby needs you.

Come on, mate, jump in the shower, because, no offence,

you ain't smelling so good right now.

-Want some yoghurt?

-What is that? Strawberry?

It's the only one she'll eat.

Those things have so much sugar in them. Why don't you try a carrot?

Mum...

Is what an interfering grandmother would say.

-You see? That wasn't so hard.

-No. Not so hard.

But if you do give in to her every whim, she will turn into a diva.

-Well, here's hoping.

-Ask yourself this - who's in charge here, you or her?

OMG. I love your hairband.

You know what, you are so lucky to be dressed by the gays.

An interfering grandmother might say please don't let her chew on that thing

in case she chokes to death on a diamante.

Well, in that case, why don't we try a little piece of carrot for Daddy?

I've got to get on.

See you.

Let me guess. "Busty beauty offers massage and more?"

-Look no further.

-Nah.

Nah, my landlord. He's put up the rent for the Olympics.

So I've got to move out for a while.

You're looking for somewhere to stay?

For a few weeks.

Hello?

What about Sasha, though? I mean, she's with me most weekends.

Yeah. I'm cool with that. I'm down with that, yeah.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

That means you'd have to help me cook for her, clean up after her.

Easy. It's like having a dog, innit?

I mean, it's not like having a dog. I mean that I am responsible.

And you have football practice...

you need someone to look after Morgan. So give me today.

Why have I got a bad feeling about this?

Oh, ye of little faith, my love.

Well, he didn't say what time exactly.

I thought he said ten thirty.

He's most probably had one too many last night. Sleeping it off.

Dad... I don't think he's coming.

-No, he'll be here.

-He didn't exactly say that.

-Yeah, he did.

-That's what he said. Word for word.

-Oh.

Right.

He'll like the dogs, won't he?

I mean, everyone loves the dogs, don't they?

Michael!

Come on, mate. You out the shower?

You're late.

I've been at the hospital looking at someone else's baby.

It was so boring. And it was an ugly baby and all.

-I'm going to have to let you go.

-What, for being late?

Dad had a look at the overheads and you're an unnecessary expense.

-Something I've never been before.

-Sorry.

Yeah, I can see that. I've got the social on my back.

-I'm trying to show them I can keep on top of things.

-Yeah, well...

What's that supposed to mean, snidey?

Let's face it, Lola.

If your work ethic is anything to go by,

the chances of you having that kid in a year are slim.

You know what? I hope you rot.

I hope your whole family rots. You can stick your job!

All right, all right, come on. To me, to me, to me.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Watch, watch, watch.

I ain't skiving. I've got a double free.

Cute.

Too young, even for you.

So that's your type, then? Emo boys?

I don't have a type.

Oh, you don't? Very good. Keeping your options open, I like it.

Want to join us? Me and Morgan are having some age-appropriate, responsible fun.

She keeps hogging the ball.

No, I don't. Got to learn to tackle.

Come on, Sasha.

Come on, Kim, keep up.

Mind the bike, mind the car.

Mind the road!

Do you believe in God?

I think so.

I wish I did.

I wish I believed in anything right now.

Where is he?

He was in the house. And then...

I don't know where he went. I'm sorry.

Everyone hates me.

I'm taking the flack for you, and you're what? Just...

running away?

You stupid cow.

You know what I feel like doing?

I feel like doing something completely crazy.

Well, I've gotta work.

Why you bothering? Why you bothering with any of it?

What is it with you?

Oi. Oi. What you doing? Get off the car.

Off!

Right. Just going for a test drive. Take a break.

-What? Don't you trust him?

-Nah.

-Oh, that's nice.

That's a nice way to treat your almost son-in-law, innit, baldy?

Right. Lola, let's go.

-Shall we go out?

-I ain't in the mood.

I don't care about you.

I don't. I'm past caring.

But that baby...

premature, barely a day old, and you're abandoning her.

Move.

It's what you do, isn't it? Bleed people dry and then move on.

Out of sight, out of mind.

But it's different this time, isn't it?

I can tell. Sitting with your daughter.

Seeing her in pain and not being able to do a thing to help.

It's different because of her, isn't it?

You don't know me.

Oh...

..I think I do.

Even you, warped and damaged as you are,

even your heart must break, Michael...

..seeing her vulnerability...

..touching her skin...

..holding her little hand.

You have held her hand?

You don't know anything about me.

You can't do it, can you?

You're scared you're going to do exactly what your mother did.

Let go.

Even you can love, Michael.

Even you.

More dribble. Let me see now. Control.

My mum won't talk about boys.

No?

Well, in that case, you can ask me anything you like.

Anything you like. Don't be shy.

What's it like? Kissing?

Kissing? It's like... Soft and squishy.

You know, like eating marshmallows. But better.

I ain't so keen on marshmallows.

I love them.

You know, I even kissed a girl once.

I thought it was a boy. Then it turned out it wasn't.

It was the '80s. Very different time.

OK, let's see some more control of the dribble. Come on, dribble.

I was going to see if there was anything for Bobby.

You've been working a lot lately, ain't you? Don't worry.

I've not been spying on you.

I like to go out and have a fag and watch the coming and goings.

When you reach my age, you don't look back

and think, "I wish I'd have worked more."

You think, "I wish I'd have enjoyed myself more,

"out on the razz."

It's been a long time since I've been out on the razz.

Got responsibilities?

-What's Lauren said?

-Nothing.

It's written all over you.

You look worried half to death.

Well, things have been...

..a little tough, recently.

Actually, they've...

Oh, darling. What is it?

To me! Pass it! Dribble, dribble! Dribble, dribble! Pass it.

Dribble, dribble. Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Pass it, pass it, pass it, pass it!

Leg it!

Oi, you two!

Stay!

You, come here.

MAX WHISTLES

Phil. It's Max. We've got a problem.

Mate, I am in so much trouble.

Well, I've just spent most of my afternoon having a stand-off with Yasmin over a carrot stick.

So don't talk to me about trouble.

Where's Morgan?

-Morgan?

-Yeah.

-He...

He's right here...with Sasha!

Hey, what's going on? What you doing?

Tell your dad what you done.

Kim taught us how to kiss.

Then he broke my window.

-What?

-Kim kissed a lady once.

It was the '80s. It was different then.

Listen, Cora, I threw the ball through the window. I'm sorry.

-No, it was me.

-It was my fault.

-No. It was my fault...

I don't care whose fault it was! Just pay for it.

And you can do some shifts behind the counter.

If that ain't punishment, I don't know what is.

It was my fault, OK, Dad? Don't blame Kim.

We were having a nice time.

- What, by bunking off school and breaking a window?

-It wasn't me.

-Like the other day wasn't you?

That what you trying to say, yeah? I want an apology.

He was with me at the garage.

-Apologise. Go on!

-He was with me.

-So who was it, eh, Phil?

Look at that. Ruined.

I ain't going to sell the motor without that, and that car'll need a full valet.

-You know what that is, don't you?

-I do, yeah. It's a disaster.

That's chip fat, that's what that is. Chip fat.

He's gone, hasn't he?

I should have known. I should have seen it coming a mile off.

It's what they always do,

men like him. Men like Dad.

-They leave.

-Janine...

I need to go pick up Bobby from school.

Your brother sent you to do his dirty work then?

What you talking about?

-He said he weren't going to take my money no more.

-Right.

So that's what this is all about, is it? You got some sort of beef with my brother?

If you ruin my business, Lucy, I'll take it personally, won't I?

You ruin mine, and I'm not responsible for my actions. You've got to pay back some money, yeah?

-For what?

-For the damage.

-What damage?

-Let's call the police.

-No.

I think we can handle this ourselves, Max.

Maybe someone should call the social. See what's going on round at your house.

Then maybe it wouldn't be you picking up your little brother from school, but a kindly foster mum.

Mind you, they ain't all kind, are they?

I didn't do anything.

But I'll get you some money, yeah?

Right.

-You knew he wasn't going to come, didn't you?

-I'm sorry.

Nah.

I was a fool to think he would.

He's the fool.

I've never been to the dogs. Mum was never big on gambling.

Yeah. I love it.

That's why she weren't big on it.

Right.

We could still go, if you're up for it?

-I don't know.

-Come on.

Chicken in a basket, bit of a flutter.

What's not to love?

We don't need him, Dad. Come on.

I had to say goodbye to her last night, Michael.

I had to do that on my own.

-And I shouldn't have had to do that on my own.

-I know.

I thought...

What? What did you think?

It's lame, I know. I just... I freaked out.

Were you even going to leave a note? What's in the bag?

What...? Did you pack?

I'm here, Janine.

-For how long?

-As long as you need me.

Because if you are going to go, you need to go now

because I don't have the strength to deal with you as well.

Right.

I'm here. I'm right here.

Bobby? Bobby!

You weren't there.

Yeah...

Sorry. Sorry.

Is Dad dead?

Of course he ain't.

Don't you ever think like that.

You're sure he's coming back?

He's coming back.

I think the electricity man cut the wires.

We'll be all right, yeah? OK? We're going to be all right.

I want her christened.

I didn't think you believed in that sort of thing.

I don't.

But I want her to have a name.

You know, official. Whatever happens.

Like what?

-Patricia?

-No, that's rubbish.

She doesn't like it, do you? No.

Margaret?

No, that's even worse. I don't like that.

Scarlett.

Scarlett.

Yeah, Scarlett.

Don't ever leave us.

Hello, Scarlett.

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