10/01/2014 EastEnders

-What am I doing?

-I have no idea.

Listen to me. Listen, listen.

-Don't put it up.

-Mick, I want to.

I just wish they still looked like that.

-Where's Johnny?

-He's gone for a walk.

Right. Who's for another drink?

-I'd like a packet of nuts, please.

-Make that two.

Oh, £1.60.

Touche.

Ain't it about time you made a little speech for the bride and groom to be?

I'm fine.

Johnny?

Johnny.

Are you OK?

You don't have to be embarrassed.

About your mum.

I think she's great.

Slow down.

You don't want this, do you?

Johnny, you know you can say if you ain't interested.

-It's not a big deal.

-It's not you...

-Please don't finish that sentence.

-Really.

I'm...

I'm...gay.

Oh, right.

So you just used me?

I'm sorry. I don't know what I'm doing.

I shouldn't have done that.

Whitney, please...

Right, ladies and gentlemen, could I have your attention, please?

We all know why we're here.

We're here to celebrate the engagement of Ian and Denise.

Yeah.

Yep.

Now, I've not known them very long, but I think we'd all agree

they make a wonderful couple, don't they?

Ian, get yourself up here

and say a few words about your lovely wife-to-be.

First of all, thanks to everyone for coming.

Ssh!

You're probably wondering what a beautiful,

funny woman like Denise is doing with a bloke like me,

and to be honest, I wonder that every day.

She really is a very special lady, and...

Denise, where are you?

-Has anyone seen her?

-Bar.

Now.

Well, um...

As most of you know, I've been married...

once or twice before, but I promise you, this is the last time.

As long as I find her.

She's done a runner already, Ian!

Oh, it's not...

Oh, no, no, we're not...

The point is, this is the last time I'm doing this.

Not your colour, darling.

Well, anyway, we are really glad that everyone's here

enjoying themselves and the food.

And I promise you, when we do get married, I will get professional caterers in.

To Ian and Denise, ladies and gentlemen.

Here she is.

I love you.

I love you too.

Thank you.

Someone's thirsty.

Yeah. I'm celebrating, ain't I? Single at last.

Same again, please.

Carol didn't say she'd be late, did she?

Don't look so sad, Tam.

You can visit your Uncle AJ whenever you want.

It's Daadi.

-Mum?

-Yeah, she...

Here you are.

You don't seem surprised.

-Well, it sort of makes sense.

-Does it?

Well, you didn't fancy me, did you?

Right, come on, why are you so confused?

It's like my whole family's watching me,

expecting me to go crazy all of a sudden.

Something just don't feel right.

I couldn't even go to a gay club with my aunts.

-What?

-What?

Well, I wouldn't have the guts to go anywhere with your aunts.

And then there's my mum, who's chuffed to bits.

So that's what that was about earlier?

-Johnny, she will come round.

-I dunno.

She's never been like this with me before.

We're normally so close. Nance calls me the spoilt brat.

It's not just her fussing over me,

it's...it's like we need to be near each other.

That's why I didn't go into halls - I was worried she'd be too upset.

Why are you being nice to me?

I get it, I suppose.

Feeling like an outsider.

How come?

The usual.

I really wish I didn't fancy blokes.

Join the club.

-Do you fancy something a bit stronger?

-Mmm. Yeah.

All right.

Oh! I thought you weren't coming?

Terry's gone home, darling.

-What do you mean?

-Well, I told him you weren't interested.

-Why?

-Darling, we've spoken about this?

Yeah, but I've changed my mind.

Come and have a drink with your old man instead.

-I'm going to go and see him.

-Bianca...

-Where's your mum, by the way?

-Is she not in there?

-No.

-Well, she left ages ago.

-Did she?

-I'll see you later.

Oi, what is Mum's problem? She's fine with you.

She never give birth to me.

Do you think she's like properly homophobic?

I think most people are a bit.

-I'm not.

-Most people say that, an' all.

You're a dark horse, Linda.

Don't. I was young and the photographer conned me into it.

-That's low.

-Mick made sure he'd never do it again.

Didn't he mind every bloke in Walford staring at your chest?

Secretly he loves it.

He's the one that gets the 3D experience, after all.

Nice speech.

Glad you're over that little blip.

-Aren't you?

-Yeah, yeah. We're engaged now.

I'm happy. I am.

Let's face it, when you get to our age,

-nothing's completely perfect, is it?

-Very true.

Hey, Pops. Hey babe, listen, I just phoned to say sorry.

About looking at that picture.

You know, it was just boys being boys.

But it was a mistake...

and, um...it won't happen again.

And, er... But yeah, if you get this, give me a call back, all right, babe?

Oh, I know what you're thinking - yes, it looks bad -

but it was just a moment of madness, it was five minutes.

Five minutes, or a moment, Denise?

Cos one's like this...

and the other's considerably longer.

What're you going to do?

Order a G&T. You got lucky, girl.

-Spreading gossip doesn't particularly interest me.

-Good.

That's good because I love Ian.

I really do.

And that was just a distraction.

If anything, it's made me see things much more clearly.

Same goes for excuses.

You've known Ian a while, haven't you, Max?

What's with him and Denise?

Well, it just looks a bit odd from the outside.

I don't know. Who knows anything about anyone's marriage?

It's like me and Tanya, you know.

Everyone thought we were a happy couple.

I was lying, cheating.

-I was going behind her back with a girl nearly half her age.

-Dad.

What you got to look for is the little clues,

you know, like the little tells.

There's always something that's going to give them away.

Mate, you are going to have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.

Yeah, exactly, he's just gone through a bad break-up and he's drunk.

-No, he's fine.

-I'm going to take you home.

Dad, please. For me.

And he thinks we've got issues.

Oh, it's you.

I saw the light on.

What you doing here?

I just never get any peace at home.

And, you know, I found your spare keys.

Bianca said you was coming over the Vic to Ian's do.

I had to suffer him making a speech about love.

-When did you see Bianca?

-She came over the pub.

Oh, right, well, she must be sorting it out with Terry.

Not if she listened to me, she's not.

She come to me for advice, Carol.

Look, I don't want to talk about her.

I want to talk about you.

-Where're you going?

-I'm going to try and make Bianca see sense.

Carol...

I brought it back, didn't I?

-I could have left it in the bin.

-You cheeky mare!

-It's only a flippin' telly.

-That's not what you said last night.

Can we just forget about all that? Look, I want to try again.

I've blown it, ain't I?

I've missed you.

I missed you too.

What's in these again?

Everything.

-D'you know what, who cares what my mum thinks?

-Not me.

I'm 19 years old, I'm at uni, I've got my whole life ahead of me.

-Yeah.

-So what - I'm gay.

Yeah, so what! So what!

-And if she can't accept it, then I'll...

-Move out.

Call her bluff. She'll crack before the night's out, anyway.

What if it backfires?

You can stay here.

-Till she changes her mind.

-Would that be OK?

Yeah. Yeah, I'll check it with Bianca first, but it should be...

Thank you, Whit!

-Where's Bianca?

-How should I know?

Has she not come home?

It's like Piccadilly Circus in here tonight.

Looks like your plan didn't work.

Plan? There was no plan.

We need to get this sorted once and for all, David.

You need to promise me you'll stay out of Bianca's love life

-because you can't keep doing this.

-Carol...

-What?

-Have the hospital been in touch?

We're talking about our daughter.

Yeah, our 36-year-old daughter.

Who, as you keep saying, is a grown woman

and whose life is none of our business.

Yet here we are.

Are you going to tell me or not?

Have you had the results?

There's a direct flight going out to Karachi tonight, but it's pricey.

-There's my uni fund.

-Oh, no, Tam, we'll put it on the credit card.

How long are you going to be out there?

-My new job starts Monday.

-I'll probably come back then too.

I was thinking about it, bro, maybe I shouldn't go.

Not go to your own mum's funeral?

I'm just saying, you know, it's bad timing.

The car's already packed, I've got to prepare for a meeting.

There's so much stuff to do. My new flat.

Am I hearing this right?

You can't be bothered to go to Mum's funeral

because you've got unpacking to do?

She's gone.

Does it matter if I'm there or not?

Do you have any idea the sacrifices she made? Do you, AJ?

She was up before dawn to go and work in a factory

so that we had enough to eat, so we had enough for new clothes.

And she never once complained.

We'd walk though the door

and you'd be greeted by this warm smell of cooking

and it would wrap around you like a hug...

and we knew everything was going to be all right.

That's a nice picture, bruv. See you left Dad out of it.

Oh, so this is about him, then?

You might want to make out that our childhood was one cosy meal after another,

but, Tam, that's not what I remember.

And if Mum cared about us so much, why didn't she stand up to him more?

Like when I married Aaliyah, for example?

Why don't you tell him how I got this scar?

That doesn't mean anything.

The fact they're taking a while. The lab's probably backed up.

-I know. You're the one keeps going on about it.

-How are you sleeping?

-Have you told Mr Postie?

-That's none of your business.

-I just want to know you're getting the right support, Carol.

-I'm fine.

Oh, so sitting over the Portakabin in the dark is perfectly fine behaviour, is it?

I mean I don't need anything, all right. There is no news.

-I'm just waiting.

-Well, we can wait together.

It's not the waiting that bothers me particularly.

-I'm here for you, Carol, whatever happens.

-Really?

Right, so when my hair starts to fall out

and I can't drag myself out of bed cos I'm as sick as a dog

from the chemo and they have to cut my breasts off...

Are you going to be there for me, then?

Yes, Carol.

Why?

Why do you think?

OK, OK, Dad was wrong.

He's traditional, you know that, and besides, he's an old man now.

Who knows exactly which buttons to press.

I swore I wouldn't go back until I could look him in the eye

like the man I am now and not the boy he made me feel like.

I'm sorry, Mas, I'm not ready to face him yet.

This isn't about you, AJ.

This is about family. This is about paying your respects.

Besides, I'm going to be the one to get the flak this time, aren't I?

Divorcee, gay son, in love with a white woman.

You've got this exciting new job, you know, you've got prospects.

AJ, please, come on.

I'm asking you to do this for me, all right?

-I can't do this on my own.

-OK.

I'll come over in a month or two when the dust has settled.

It's a good job Mum isn't here to see you now.

She'd be ashamed.

-Mas.

-Get off me!

Get out of my sight.

Why did you say all that stuff to Sadie?

It's Jake, innit. He's just sitting there all smug.

Does my nut in, you know, after what he done to you.

He just preyed on you when you were vulnerable.

No, it wasn't like that, Dad.

Just pleased you've ended it with him, that's all.

Couldn't have been easy.

I'm proud of you.

-Dad...

-From now on, right, I'm going to keep my head down...

..work hard

and the rest is going to be family.

You and Abi are going to have my undivided attention.

My mum's dead, Tam.

Go to her funeral.

Did Mas send you out here?

This hasn't got anything to do with Dad.

OK, this is about you.

You need to say goodbye to your mum.

Not because you should...

..but because...you need to.

Dad's taxi's going to be here in a minute.

Um...um...

No, I'll make my own way there.

Tam. Tam...

Here's a little present for you.

Thanks.

See you later.

See you later.

D'you think he's all right out there on his own?

He's 19, Linda. It's London, not Afghanistan.

-Why d'you say that?

-Because it's the truth.

You blame me, don't you? For Lee being out there.

-Don't be so stupid.

-Wouldn't have mentioned Afghanistan otherwise.

You think I pushed him away and now I'm pushing Johnny away an' all.

You're putting words in my mouth.

Then try putting a few of your own in there. Save me the trouble.

I don't get it. OK, we didn't expect it

and I don't want to hear about the nitty gritty, but it's his life.

-It doesn't change anything.

-Dad?

-Not now, Nancy, please...

-No, I need to talk to you, it's important.

-Stay out of it, Nance.

-Johnny? What you doing?

-I'm moving out.

-Don't be so ridiculous.

You obviously don't want me here. Do you?

Don't be silly. She's been having kittens all night.

Course she wants you here. Tell him.

Mum!

Well, I ain't having this. I'm not having it.

Any danger of a drink here, Mick?

Wait here, don't even think about moving.

Dad, let me talk to Mum.

I'm going to deal with it.

Just go and serve him for me, yeah?

-Mick, pint, please?

-Tina will serve you.

D'you know what - forget it, yeah.

Any better at pouring shots, Tina?

Well, that depends if you want it in a glass or straight down the hatch?

Dangerous talk!

Right, darling, shall we call it a night then?

I know you don't want to go.

And I know you don't want him to go either.

So talk. Sort it out.

Because nobody is going to bed until you do.

OK?

Right, well, this is pointless, I'm off.

-He your boyfriend then?

-Who?

-That Danny?

-No!

-No.

-Who is then?

-No-one.

I don't even know if I want one!

And no, I don't mean I'm not sure - I know I'm gay -

it's not just like I've woken up and everything's changed.

Hasn't it?

-Cos that's what it feels like to me.

-Why?

Because you're not who I thought you were.

All this time you've been lying to me.

Making out like you're one thing

-when really you're someone completely different.

-But I'm not!

I didn't mean to lie, you know, I just didn't want the fuss.

I kind of hoped you'd guess.

I mean, didn't you already have a hunch?

-No.

-Really?

I just thought you were my Johnny.

I still am.

So you're ashamed of me?

-Course I'm not.

-Then what is it?

When they put you in that glass box...

..tubes running into your tiny little body...

..I sat there feeling so helpless...

..wanting to hold you so much that my arms were physically aching.

And I made you a promise -

that if you pulled through,

I'd never let anything bad happen to you ever again.

And you haven't.

But I can't stop bad things happening now, can I?

The world is a cruel place

and you...you being gay is going to make things so much worse.

It doesn't have to be...

-Overnight you've made enemies you never knew existed.

-Yeah?

Then that's their problem.

Then there are the men you'll fall in love with

who are going to break your heart.

You're soft, Johnny - I've made you that way because I thought

you'd meet a nice girl who'd take over and look after you for me.

But that ain't going to happen now, is it?

I'm not a little boy any more, Mum.

I'm a man, I can deal with people not liking me.

I just...

I just can't deal with losing you.

Have I?

-Course you haven't.

-Good.

Good, cos I've missed you.

And your cocoa.

Make you one now, shall I?

-You coming up?

-Yeah, in a sec, I'll just lock up.

I'm proud of you.

He's my boy, ain't he?

Yeah, I mean, she seems OK.

It's early days, I guess, but...

Thanks though, Whit. I really appreciate it.

All right, bye.

Better go and check

that Tina and Nancy ain't started a rave downstairs.

KETTLE BOILS

Johnny, cocoa's ready.

DIALLING TONE CONTINUES

-MOBILE PHONE RINGS

-Mum?

Whit?

Mum... me and Terry are back together.

Oh.