10/06/2013 EastEnders

So, what about girls? Come on. You're a Beale.

There's always a girl.

Peter?

Sit yourself down. Me and Bobby are in charge this morning.

Do you know, I could seriously get used to this.

-Where's Luce?

-She's upstairs. She'll be down in a minute.

And is everything all right between you two now?

Yeah, everything's fine. I told you. Come on.

I want to hear about you. What did you get up to?

Ketchup.

What do you want to know?

What you got up to, for a start.

Surfed a bit, hung out with my mates. Usual kind of stuff.

I bet there was a girl. There is bound to have been a girl involved.

There's going to be surfer chicks crying into their beach towels all over Devon as we speak.

Did he really just say that?

-Pull up a chair.

-You're all right.

But we made breakfast.

Yeah, well, Marie's expecting me at the caf.

Since when did you work at the caf? You hate it there.

Are you going to tell him or am I?

-Shall I get rid of that for you?

-Oh, do what you like.

Um, look, I was thinking...

Why don't I come to church with you on Sunday?

Oh, no. I'm never going to show my face there again. Never.

Come on, Mrs Branning.

You're a respectable, God-fearing woman, right?

Not some front for an international vice ring.

-KNOCKING ON DOOR

-Oh, who's that?

-I'll get it.

No, it's too late. The damage is done.

My reputation is in tatters.

You'll have to find yourself a new church.

Yes, that's what I'll have to do.

I'll have to find myself a new church where nobody knows me.

I'll, um, leave you to it, yeah?

KNOCKS ON DOOR

I can see you there, Alice, by the way, in the doorway.

-I hold you accountable, you know?

-Michael, I can't stop. I'm sorry.

I hold YOU accountable. Look at you, you haven't even got the decency to come and face me. Huh?

She's my daughter, Alice. She's my daughter

and I have a right to know where she is!

Is that it? Is there any more?

Who knows?

That's everything I could find.

I can't even look at them. Can you put them in the recycling or something?

-All right. Out of sight, out of mind, eh?

-I beg your pardon?

I'd keep a low profile, if I was you.

-If I was still living here...

-Oh, here we go.

-Has anyone seen my pencil case?

-It's going on right under your nose, Tan.

-Enough booze to stock an off-licence and you didn't even notice.

-How dare you! How dare you!

Do you think I've got time to watch her 24/7, do you?

-I'm looking after three kids, in case you hadn't noticed.

-When it suits her.

Not to mention trying to run my own business.

I don't see you helping. No, you're too busy.

Swanning about, playing happy families across the square.

-Does anyone care that I've got an exam this morning?

-Sorry.

Yes. Um, sorry.

What you looking for?

Forget it.

Pure Maths. She's been up half the night revising.

Not that either of you two would have noticed.

So what are we going to do?

Just go.

-No, don't be like that.

-Go, yeah? Cos you said it yourself.

-This is all my fault, right? So I will deal with it.

-Fine.

I wouldn't be surprised if Janine was halfway to Morocco already.

-Poor Scarlett.

-I know, it's awful.

There he is. Our resident gangster.

P-Dog! What you doing, man? Nice to see you.

I'm Poppy, by the way.

-This is the wifey.

-Peter Beale.

Nice to meet you. Wait a minute.

Are you and Luce...? Yeah, it's all in the cheekbones, ain't it?

Listen, I was thinking we should get the old gang together this lunchtime. Whit, Mercy...

Mercy's long gone, bruver.

-What about Lauren?

-Um, yes. Yes, she's still around.

-Yeah? What does she do?

-Don't worry about her, bruv. What about Devon?

And more importantly, what was her name and when do I get to meet her?

-We'll catch up at lunch, yeah?

-All right. Nice one.

See you in a bit.

Luce, Dad's not a thief.

Look. He took my money which makes him a thief in my eyes.

You're running his caf for him. It's still his business.

No. It stopped being his business the moment he walked out

-and left me and Bobby to fend for ourselves.

-He wasn't well.

He's still not well. You don't get better overnight.

-See you in bit, yeah?

-Er, that's £1.50.

-You what?

-£1.50 for the doughnut.

Right. Yeah. Luce? Luce?

Luce, will you sort out your little assistant, yeah? He's getting his pinny in a twist.

-Oh. It's fine, Peter.

-We've got a bit of...an agreement.

See you in a bit, Luce.

-That's just Joey.

-I don't care who he is.

Someone needs to put him in his place.

It's a bit late to start playing the protective brother, isn't it?

I'm sorry for dragging you here, Vicar.

-I am rather pressed for time.

-Mrs Branning...

I expect that you and the committee have been very busy,

what with my goings-on, my fraternising with fallen women.

But just let me say...

"Let he who is without sin cast the first stone."

That is John, chapter eight...

Verse seven. No-one has any reason to question your conduct, Mrs Branning.

You are and always will be one of our most trusted parishioners.

What about Ms Quinn? She's always had it in for me.

-I'm afraid she's had to tender her resignation as curate.

-What?

For reasons I...

would rather not go on about.

Oh.

What about the post of church warden?

I would say filling that vacancy is more critical than ever.

Oh, Vicar, I knew you'd come round to it.

It means I shall have to shift my shifts around but...

I'm very happy to accept the post.

I'm sorry?

Well, that is what you've come here for, isn't it?

I was hoping you might be able to read for us this Sunday.

-You always did have a way with Deuteronomy.

-Thank you.

I'm so sorry, Mrs Branning.

I didn't mean to get your hopes up.

It's just the committee still feels

that that role is best suited to, um...

How can I say it? Some fresh blood.

A younger person, you mean?

Well, perhaps it's just as well,

you know, what with the post containing a lot of secretarial work

and writing. I mean, it could play havoc with my fibrositis.

-Hey. I've been thinking...

-Whatever it is, I don't want to hear it.

The last thing I need is getting caught up in another domestic.

You fix the damage on that motor and I'll still take it off your hands.

Why have you changed your mind?

-I just need a spare set of wheels for work.

-And that's all, is it?

-I just want to talk to my son, that's all.

-Oh, here we go again.

You put a good word in and the money's yours.

-Ah. William.

-Not now, Michael.

I've got enough on my plate sorting out stuff for your ex-missus.

Very good. So she's been in contact?

Yeah, course she has. I'm Executive Director of Operations.

That place would collapse without me.

Clearly.

-Where is she, Billy?

-I didn't ask.

-She abroad?

-Michael, I'm not her keeper.

She can come and go as she pleases, as long as I get paid every Friday.

I don't reckon she'll be home any time soon though.

You say that because...?

Because it sounded like she was getting her affairs in order.

If I know Janine, she'll be halfway to the Caribbean by now.

I could've sworn I had some self-raising flour in here.

Is now really a good time to start baking?

It's for Abi, isn't it?

Just a little treat, you know, for when she gets back from sixth form.

-What about Lauren?

-Yep, I'll deal with her later.

What are you going to say to her that you ain't said a hundred times before?

-So you think this is all my fault as well, do you?

-I never said that.

-You don't have to. It's written all over your face.

-She needs help.

-And I'm going to give it to her.

-Professional help.

-Oh, right, so you're the expert now, are you?

-Yes, I am, as it happens.

You know what the real problem is?

-Me. I've been too soft on her, haven't I?

-Rubbish.

Yes, I have. I have. I've let her get away with far too much for too long. Well, it stops today.

Don't come down too hard on her or you'll make matters worse.

How can things get any worse, Mum?

All I'm saying is, don't go in all guns blazing...

or else you risk losing her for good.

-Hello, Dot.

-Hello.

You're a Butcher, aren't you? By some means or another.

Hardly. I mean, vaguely, by marriage.

Not that you'd know it the amount I see of them.

But then that's what happens to you when you get older.

You become invisible. People look straight through you.

Do they? The lesbian?

-Diane.

-What about her?

-I need her contact details.

The only Diane I know ain't a lesbian, she's a Butcher.

Anyway, I don't know where she is.

I don't keep an address book no more

cos I was only crossing out the names

-so there didn't seem to be no point.

-Thank you, Dot. Informative as ever.

-Diane.

-Who?

Nothing.

Don't I recognise you?

-Hello, Dot.

-Oh, Peter. How good to see you back!

-Just catching up with a few friends before I go back.

-That's nice.

Listen, you know Dad better than anyone, don't you?

I remember Kath and Pete bringing him home from the hospital when he was a little baby.

-Does he seem all right to you?

-Well, he's better than he was.

It's just I've got Luce telling me one thing, Dad something else.

Well, Ian never did get everything right.

You've only got to look at his wedding photographs to see that.

But there's one thing he did get right...

and that was you children and he loves all of you.

Oh, go on.

Get off to your chums. You don't want to be hanging around

with an old woman.

You'll outlive us all, Dot.

I hate Mondays, don't you?

Nothing to look forward to, is there?

-Like camping trips or anything like that.

-Spit it out, bruv.

-Well, your dad...

-Moving on.

He wants to buy the car back off us.

-All you've got to do is repair what you busted, that's all.

-Forget it.

I'm sick of this. Why should I miss out because you hate him?

It's June. Most people are making plans for their summer.

What am I doing? Changing some poxy spark plugs, that's what.

Why aren't you at work?

Poppy's covering for me.

I could hardly leave you on your own, could I?

I know it looks bad but...

there's at least a year's worth in there.

-Is that right?

-Yeah.

Most of it's from when we had that party when Fats was DJ-ing.

So don't stress. You've don't have to worry about me.

I'd like to believe you, Lauren. Really, I would.

Did I show you what my college lent me?

They want me to do this video diary.

A day in the life of Lauren Branning.

I know I wasn't taking it seriously before, but I'm really getting into my course.

Really? Are you?

Yeah. I told you, didn't I? You don't have to worry about me

cos I'm going to start sorting myself out.

Where are you going?

I need to start recording.

No. I don't want you going out.

-You want me to do well with this assignment, don't you?

-Well, yes, of course I do.

Well, then. Besides, what trouble can I really get into with this thing?

Right. Go on then.

Say something to the camera.

I love you.

I'm not being funny or nothing, but how did Ian Beale end up

with three such beautiful kids?

You've got to see Peter, Alice. He is...

He's like a young Paul Newman.

-But he's not a patch on you, darling.

-Oh, really?

-Not a patch, no.

Can you stop touching me, please? Stop touching, seriously. P-dog!

What's going on, bruver? Come take a seat.

This is Alice.

Hi. Nice to meet you.

She is currently single and open to offers.

This is my brother, Joey.

Yeah, we've already met.

Yeah, best mates.

So, who are we missing?

Well, Whitney's at nursery and Lauren...

-Probably drunk in a gutter somewhere.

-Luce.

-It's true, isn't it?

-What's she talking about?

Nothing. So, listen, who's... Who's getting the first round, huh?

-You.

-So, six pints of tap water then, yeah?

You all right, guys?

-Hey.

-I got Fats' text.

Who's looking for me?

Behind you.

Peter!

You all right? It's lovely to see you.

How have you been?

Yeah. Yeah, better for seeing you.

What's the deal with them two?

They used to go out when they were, like, 12.

Why do you care?

I don't.

Lucy, there's a problem at the restaurant.

Two delivery guys are screaming blue murder.

Your dad's nowhere to be found.

I'll go.

You are coming back though, yeah?

Hiya. Where's Jay?

He had to pop out for some spare parts. You all right though, cuz?

-How was the exam?

-I cannot wait until they're over.

The sooner I get out of that house and away from my family, the better.

Oh, did I tell you that Bernadette's parents are lending us

their camping stove? Yeah, yeah. So all we've got to do is bring some food with us.

-Look, Abs...

-And a tent. We are near the beach, aren't we?

Cos me and Lola have got to do some serious shopping.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

I'll see you later then.

Cheers.

Is everything all right?

Yeah.

Janine's little touch.

Dad. Are you sure you're not taking on too much here?

What's your sister been saying?

She's worried about you. We both are.

I'm fine. OK?

I'm feeling the best I've felt in...

in months. I feel like I'm getting my life back together.

-Yeah, well, Lucy reckons that...

-Lucy doesn't know everything.

She reckons that we'd have gone under if it wasn't for her.

She got me out of a hole, that's all.

Come on, Dad.

She swooped in when I was at my most vulnerable, OK?

-They were my businesses. She had no right to take them from me like that.

-She was trying to help you.

No, she was trying to help herself.

Look, I don't blame her for what she did, OK?

She... She was doing what she thought was right at the time.

I'm better now. I'm back.

I'm finally going to show Walford what Ian Beale's really capable of.

-If that means I've got to borrow against the chippie or the cafe, then so be it.

-You took the money?

It was mine to take.

So, what's this film about, Lauren?

My life.

It's going to be short then.

Come on, girls. Play nicely, yeah?

So, whose round is it then?

Actually, I've got to get back to work so I'm going to go.

Yeah. And I've got to find my boy Alfie.

What? Can you please just stay? Just one drink?

Yeah, course, baby.

I'm just going to go do a thing. and I'll be back, all right?

I don't suppose you could maybe lend me a fiver?

After having my fingers burnt last time? I don't think so.

Hello, Dot. Don't usually see you here this time of day.

No, Sharon, but I've had a trying morning.

I didn't fancy going home just yet.

Anything I can help with?

-Can you turn the clock back?

-Sorry?

Just ignore me. I'm babbling on here.

What's brought all this on?

Well, it's the vicar. He thinks I'm past it.

And he's right.

I'm a silly fool. No point in deluding myself.

Now, you listen to me.

I don't know what he's been saying but let me tell you a few facts about Dot Branning, shall I?

She's got more spunk, more spirit in her than anyone I've ever met.

So the bones ache a bit more than they used to,

but the fire, the fight...

-that don't just go away, does it?

-Oh, Sharon.

Alice. Could I have a word?

I haven't heard from Janine. And if I had, I'd have told you first, OK?

OK. I'm not here to talk about Janine. I'm here to say sorry...

for being revolting

and just talking to you so badly in the street

and for shouting at you.

You're caught up in the middle of this and it's not fair.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

So...

we're cool, yeah? Can we be friends?

Yeah. Friends.

Friends.

OK.

We could hug if you wanted to?

-You want a hug?

-Yeah, let's have a hug.

-Come on, let's have a hug.

-OK.

I'm not adverse to human contact completely.

OK. See you.

See you.

There you go. Not on the menu, but especially for you...

-prawns and lemon butter.

-Cheers.

-You think I was too hard on Lucy, don't you?

-It's not that.

All right then. What is it?

I should have come back sooner.

It's all right, you weren't to know.

Yeah, but I did.

At least some of it. I just...

I didn't know how bad it got. I just buried my head in the sand,

like I always do.

If you don't think about it then it never really happened, did it?

There was me hanging out with my mates

while you were going through all that.

Peter, it wouldn't have made a difference if you were here or not, OK?

I was a mess.

It's probably better that you weren't here,

because you remember me how I was. Lucy on the other hand...

-Forget about Lucy.

-No. She had it harder than everyone else.

-She should've helped you, Dad.

-She tried.

By taking everything you had?

We're going to get it back, Dad.

And I'm going to help you.

Was you serious about the car?

It's a good motor, right?

I worked on it myself.

Maybe we can go for a test drive some time?

Look, let me tell you something, yeah?

This don't change nothing.

Soon as this is done, I want you gone from here.

Do you understand what I'm saying to you?

-Smile for the camera, Grandma Dot!

-It's time you went home.

Urgh! Seriously.

Right, listen,

which one of you is going to buy me a drink,

-and then you can be in my video?

-That's enough. I'm taking you straight home to your mother.

You cannot tell me what to do! Why don't you go back to the launderette

and do whatever it is you actually do there, and stop hassling me?!

-Lauren...

-It's all right, Arthur.

I'm used to dealing with worse drunkards than her.

I'm not drunk.

Can you just tell her, please? I'm not even drunk!

Go home. Sober up

and try to behave like a proper young lady for once.

Oh, Vicar.

Oh, I'm sorry that you had to witness that little performance.

On the contrary. It was quite the eye-opener.

-Mrs Branning.

-Yes?

I think myself and the committee have done you a disservice.

That's just the kind of fighting spirit

we need for an ambassador of St Cuthbert's.

An ambassador?

We would be honoured to have you as the church warden.

Obviously I'd have to consult with the committee,

-but that's just a formality at this stage.

-Oh, Vicar.

Your first job being the rather pressing subject of the church roof.

Oh, the repairs, yes. What, get up a fund, you mean?

How much do we need?

Roughly 8,000.

But if anyone can pull it off, you can.

OK, you can open them.

Ta-da! There you go. What do you think?

I know it feels like we've been neglecting you a bit lately...

That's because you have.

Yeah. Well, from now on that's all going to change.

-DOOR OPENS

-I promise you.

-Is it a phone?

We're in here, Lauren. It's a calculator.

I thought it was quite good.

Don't give up the day job!

You're the artist, Lauren. Tell us. What do you think?

I tell you what I think -

I think Grandma Dot should be locked up. That's what I think.

I give up.

Why are you staring at me?

Get out of my sight!

What? Are we not... I thought we was having cake? No?

Just go, Lauren, I can't even look at you.

-Out!

-What is it with everyone today?

Lauren, just go to bed.

Do you know what?

Stuff the lot of you!

So what if they saw you fall over?

Look, what you've got to do is get back up again

and show the older kids what you're really made of.

OK. Go on. Get changed.

-You all right, Bobby?

-He'll live.

-You know, I really don't get you.

-Get what?

How you can be a real cow one minute and then...

And then what? What's he said?

I bet he's filled your head with a load of rubbish.

I don't want to take sides. I just want things back to how they were.

-Yeah, well, it's too late.

-Is it?

Why are you really here?

I told you. To sort out this mess.

There's more to it than that.

I'm your twin, remember. I know you better than anyone.

Why can't you just give Dad one last chance?

-I've already said it's too late.

-But it wasn't yours to take.

You know where I was when you were surfing

-and sleeping with my best mate?

-Luce, that was a year and a half ago.

I was stuck here holding Bobby while he cried himself to sleep every night.

So don't you dare come in here and start throwing your weight around!

I gave Dad his chance.

And he blew it.

Janine?

-What are you doing?

-What does it look like?

How did you get...

-You took my key, didn't you?

-Yep, I did.

All that talk of us being friends was just...

Michael, you need to go!

I'm not leaving till I find out where my daughter is!

You can't be here. Please, can you just leave...

Don't touch me, girl!

Why are you flinching? Do you think I'm going to hit you?

Why are you flinching?

Please, can you just go?

Please.

Don't start crying.

I just don't want to get in any more trouble, OK?

Please, Michael.

I...just want to know where my daughter is.

That's all.

She should be here with her father.

All right?

I heard you were back.

Listen. Lauren -

she don't need another boy messing about with her head.

So do me a favour and stay away from her.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

I told you to stop calling. So leave me alone, all right?!

What are you doing lurking behind the door?

I'm checking the lock.

What for?

Well, I took your advice, Mum.

I gave her a chance and she threw it back in my face,

so I'm doing it my way now.

What're you talking about?

From now on she doesn't leave this house, unless one of us is with her.

You can't keep her locked up.

Watch me.

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