14/01/2014 EastEnders

So, we keep a lid on things, yeah?

Carry on as normal and no-one's none the wiser. Agreed?

-Agreed about what?

-We were just saying

we think it's best if we keep it between ourselves for now.

And how long do you reckon we can keep that up for?

As soon as I start the treatments, the kids are going to work it out.

We'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

The fact is, Carol, those kids hear the word "cancer",

-they're only going to think one thing.

-Pat was just gone so quick.

I'm not saying... I didn't... I'm not saying that you're the same.

It's all right. It's too late. You've said it now.

So, it's better for everyone if we just keep this to ourselves.

No blabbing.

What about Masood?

I'll deal with Masood, OK? So, stay out of it, both of you.

-All right.

-Found these two hungry critters on the way round.

Oh, who fancies a bacon sandwich?

I see you've not handed that key back. Ta-ta.

See you.

-You, erm... You all right, Nan?

-Right, come on. Let's go.

We'll grab something to eat at the caff. Come on. Come, come.

Is it something I said?

Right, I'd better get down the Arches.

Don't want the boss to think I'm slacking, do I?

Here, how about me and you kick a ball round after school today?

Yeah! Can we?

You, upstairs. Come on. Uniform on. Back in ten minutes, yeah?

Sharon! Sharon! I'm just trying to get things back to normal,

-that's all.

-Before that happens, you and me need to have a little talk.

Have you ever thought that if I don't tell you stuff, it's cos you don't need to know?

-Don't treat me like other people, Phil.

-Sharon... Sharon, look around you.

You're living in a nice house.

Me and Denny, we get on great, don't we?

Now, why rock the boat?

Mum!

-What?

-What are you doing?

You shouldn't be putting them bins out in your condition.

Wrapping me up in cotton wool isn't going to help keep the kids in the dark, is it?

You didn't mind when you were sneaking about with my dad, did you?

Have you seen Mas yet?

What's up with you this morning? If you're not ignoring the punters,

-you're scaring them off with your face ache.

-Oh, shut up, Kat.

Ah, Kathleen, my love!

-What's that for?

-Come and sit down here. Come on.

I want you to take a break for ten minutes in the hour, OK?

Cos you are carrying a special cargo.

I'm running a stall, not joining Westlife.

Hey, Butcher! I'm relying on you to keep an eye on her for me, all right?

Look, I've got to go to the suppliers. I'll see you all after.

See you later.

So, what you got in there? A blow-up sofa and some magazines?

Look, at you getting posh! Mind your business. Love you.

No, no. Don't get up. You two relax.

I've CLEANED them.

But if you want to make work for yourself, then be my guest.

40 years my mum's run a pub. She'd cut off her own hand

before she served glasses in the state you left them.

-She didn't mind serving flat beer and hairy pork scratchings, though, did she?

-She never!

Couldn't keep the floor show down to a dull roar, could you?

It's just I've got punters being put off their beer.

Well, I'm getting all sorts of lip off these two. What are you going to do about it?

Sorry, sir? What was that? A pint, was it, yeah?

All right, Shirl? It's about me being on the lookout for a business opportunity.

-You changed your mind about Canvey Island?

-And risk getting banged up and leaving Kat on her own?

No, no. I'm thinking more...

what I could do for you.

See, I've got...

-That tinsel reminds me of Phil Mitchell.

-What?

Bald and past its prime.

Yeah, I know it's seen better days.

Listen, I wouldn't normally ask, Shirl,

but Spencer, my younger brother, right, he's...

he's on the verge of opening up a bar out in Oz. Don't ask why.

And if I can get shot of this lot, then it'll help me

raise the fare to get out there.

He's got some rich investor. Now, if I can help,

they're going to bung me a real serious wedge.

Listen, Shirl, I just want to be a good dad to Tommy.

Come on, Shirl. You know what I'm going through right now, eh?

I do understand, Alfie, but what am I going to do

with the world's worst Christmas decorations in January?

Yeah. Yeah. I know.

Listen, thanks, sweetheart. Sorry about the mess.

What do you want?

Look, I know a bad atmosphere when I stumble into one.

You've still got a problem with me and Bianca being together, ain't ya?

Go away, Terry. Please.

Look, we're really trying to make things work, you know.

I'm in this for the long haul, mate.

Mate?

Listen, Dave...

Are you serious, Terry?

Get out.

Yes, Mum. Of course we've ordered enough lager!

We ain't a pair of muppets. We know what we're doing.

Talk to her, will you, before I say something I regret?

Elaine. Hello, baby.

How was curry night? Hot and spicy, just like intended?

So, what's this about you needing a second opinion, then?

I fancy a feature wall.

What do you think?

See? Now, this is why I need help.

I'm determined to put my own stamp on this place, though.

I've even got a builder coming to look at the barrel store.

-And you've been working wonders over at Phil's.

-Yeah.

Making all the changes except the ones that count.

-Oh, ignore me, Linda.

-There you go, ladies. On the house.

You see? Now, this is why I keep him around.

I'd have traded him in for a younger model otherwise.

Wind your neck in. You don't trade in prime steak for a scrag end.

-You think you're really special, don't you?

-Shut your noise, you.

-Keep your eye on her, Shar. Make sure she don't bankrupt me.

-Will do.

-What?

-Everything seems so easy between you two.

Well, that's what you get when you've been with the same fella

-for over 20 years.

-I've known Phil that long.

Sometimes it feels like I might as well have met him last week.

Oh, take no notice.

I've been behind a bar since I could stand up.

I know man trouble when I see it. Spill. Come on.

Well, there's things in Phil's life

he's got no interest in letting me in on, that's all.

Secrets ain't good.

Now, if it was me, I wouldn't rest till I found out what was going on

and then I'd nip it in the bud. Sharpish.

-I'm sorry, this isn't what I ordered.

-My fault. Sorry.

-It's OK.

-Hey.

-Hey.

I should've got you an extra pair of hands for Christmas.

Hey, Mas. How are you doing?

-Are you free later?

-Well, I was going to ask you the same thing.

I just wondered if you fancied coming to Mum's memorial?

-That's today?

-Yeah, we're going to do Khatam at the mosque

and then we're going to go to the London Eye because she always wanted to, you know.

It would mean a lot if you could be there.

Do you think it's right, with the family and everything?

Please, Carol. It's just been the worst week.

-Please.

-Can you manage this place on your own for a couple of hours?

-Sure.

-That's for Sadie. OK.

Do you mind?

The sooner he knows about us, the better.

His mum just died. He needs me.

Yeah, and what about me and you?

Carol?

Carol!

That's a tenner, please, sweetheart. Cheers. Thanks, babe. See ya. Bye.

Do you know, I feel about as welcome as a Chelsea fan

at Loftus Road at Bianca's at the minute?

-You ever had in-law trouble?

-No. Alfie only had his nan

and she was a right little diamond.

I tried to have it out with him, man to man.

Didn't get anywhere.

Something's going on, you know?

And I ain't in the loop.

I can feel it.

B is in a right mood this morning, right?

-If I was you, I'd keep my head down till it all blows over.

-Or...

I could take them down the Vic tonight. A few drinks, some laughs.

I'll have Dave eating out my hand in no time.

-Did you hear what I just said to you?

-Yeah. Good chat. Thanks, Kat.

It's only 11 months till Christmas. Gather round, you lucky people.

I've got some wonderful stuff to sell you. Christmas baubles

direct from Germany.

Even Christmas cards in their envelopes.

You're going to thank me come Christmas, ladies. I promise you.

You're going to want this...

Sharon!

DOOR SLAMS

Sharon, where are you?

Bringing home flowers when you've done wrong.

How original.

Don't matter.

As long as it works.

Look, just tell me whose phone it is and we can put it all behind us.

Don't you want a relationship where we can tell each other everything?

Phil, it is not a fairy-tale. How am I supposed to trust you

if I don't have a clue what is going on in your life?

I've asked you and now I'm telling you, all right?

Keep your nose out.

Put those in water.

OK.

Er...sorry, we were just about to leave.

-You didn't tell them I was coming.

-I didn't think it'd be a problem.

You want her to come with us? I'm so sorry.

Dad, this isn't fair on, er... Is it Carol?

She's not dressed right. She doesn't know the ritual.

Mas asked me to come.

He's grieving. He isn't thinking straight.

I can speak for myself, thank you very much.

And I want Carol with me today. End of story.

This isn't appropriate!

We are going to the mosque to honour my mum

and then do something she would have enjoyed, and I want Carol with me!

-Mum would never have invited someone outside the family to come today.

-What, not even her new man?

She doesn't have a new man, actually. They broke up.

-OK, I think you both need to calm down.

-Yeah, he's right.

And the best way to make that happen is if I just go.

-Thank you.

-No!

Stop it!

Today is about family

and as far as I'm concerned, that includes Carol.

I am sorry, but if SHE is coming, then I'd rather stay here

and honour Daadi in my own way.

Well, that'd be up to you, then.

Mas, don't do this, not on my account.

Shabnam's a grown-up. She's made her decision.

It's time to go.

-What are you doing?

-This is not happening. Not today.

OK. Didn't see that one coming.

All right?

-Is Phil around?

-Oh, he didn't tell you, then?

-Tell me what?

-He said something about getting Dennis from school.

You think that I can't do this all day?

My daughter Bianca got in such a strop once

she didn't talk for a week and a half.

Even she had to say something eventually.

All I want is a family day...

with just family.

Dad did not organise today.

It was me who rang everyone, me who booked everything.

That's the thing about families, you know. You bend over backwards for them

and most of the time they don't stop and ask you how you feel.

Must be hard.

Your mum's gone,

losing your nan.

You probably thought that everything here would be the same as when you left it,

only suddenly, you don't know which way is up.

If you want me to stay, I will.

But I need you to promise me that you're going to look after Mas.

Will you do that?

Why do you think I came back?

Here, Mazza. I don't want to sound like an over-impatient cabbie...

Yeah, yeah. Meter's running. Understood. Yeah.

You know if one of them dies in there,

we could all be held responsible?

Shabnam's right. I'm going to stay here and you go ahead.

But I invited you cos I wanted you to come.

Look...

she's put a lot into this.

-Don't let some petty arguing get in the way.

-Yeah, but...

I will be here when you get back. I promise.

Go on. Go.

Well, either that was the nicest break-up in the world

or you haven't told him about us yet.

Back off, David.

Why is this tat cluttering up my lounge instead of at the tip?

Nothing to do with me. Must be some of the kids' junk.

No, no, no. Mind off. That's my stuff.

I dug out a few family mementos. I thought we could put them

behind the bar, brighten the place up a little bit.

-I'm head of the decoration committee, not you.

-Do you remember this?

Dad won it in a darts match years ago. He was dead chuffed.

You winding me up?

Oh, come on. I know you lot aren't Dad's biggest fans,

but he ain't that bad.

CLATTERING

What did you do that for?!

Ho-ho-ho! Come and get your Christmas goodies, everybody.

Sadie, can I interest you in a bargain? Basement prices.

-Make your salon look lovely next Christmas, eh?

-Whose bin did you drag that out of?

Come on, eh?

What's she playing at? Does she think I want to see his face

-every time I go behind that bar?

-I've already told her I'm not having it.

I don't want nothing of his in this place either.

Don't give him another thought. He ain't worth it.

-I'm ten times the dad he ever was and do you know why?

-Yeah.

-Cos he's a waste of space and you're not.

-No.

Cos of you, you dozy mare.

Now, get him out of your nut, get back in the boozer

and earn your keep.

Mickey!

I need a favour.

Denny?!

Denny, what's happened? What's he done to you?!

What do you mean, what have I done to him? The school rang,

said he had gum in his hair, so I went to pick him up.

Yeah, and then what?! He's covered in blood. Look at him!

Then I cut the gum out his hair and the scissors slipped.

I'm sorry, Sharon. I'm sorting him out. You're all right, aren't you, mate?

-Yeah.

-What do you think I'd do to him, Sharon, eh?

Come on, darling. Let's go upstairs.

Come on.

All right?

-Tinsel in January?

-Yeah. You know I can't sell stock I ain't got, can I?

What you doing, selling it as a job lot or separate?

-I'll do both. I'd do a deal for a mate.

-I tell you what,

I'll give you a ton for the lot.

Come on, Mick, I ain't a charity case.

No, no, listen, it ain't about charity. Come December, this lot would cost me ten times as much.

Here you are.

I'll box it up for you.

-Box it up, drop it over.

-All right, bud.

Shame about the Eye, but...

only you could be organised enough to get the entire

family to the mosque.

-Only me?

-Well, you or Mum.

She would have loved today. Thank you so much.

Thank you.

Hey! How did it go?

Er, thank you for making me see sense.

What's wrong?

I'm taking him to the barber's tomorrow to get his hair sorted.

What you playing at, kicking off like that?

What, you think I'd hurt the boy, is that it?

I don't know what to think any more.

I spent my whole day on my hands

and knees rooting through cupboards, looking for who knows what.

In what is supposed to be my home!

Phil...I can't do this.

Is everything all right?

You're the, erm...kindest,

most gentle, lovely man.

Carol, where is this going?

I just don't think you and me have a future together.

What?

Oh!

We can have any future we want.

I'm really sorry.

Look, you made progress with Shabnam.

-She'll come round. It's OK.

-It's not about Shabnam.

Then what is it about?!

Look.

Look.

You can talk to me about anything you want, all right?

Something's happened, Mas. And...

it's big and it's...

Well?

I don't understand.

I go to Pakistan and everything's fine, and I get back and...

-Things have changed.

-What, overnight, just like that?

Yeah. Yeah, just like that.

-Sorry.

-This is about him, isn't it?

David.

When you say you don't want me around,

what you're really saying is you don't want me in the way,

so you can rekindle that sordid, pathetic relationship...

I think you should go now.

She said it's time to go.

Look, this is my family. Carol and I are back together.

-There's no point in you hanging round like a bad smell.

-David!

-I knew it.

-There's no point...

-We're not back together.

-Carol, it's done, it's over.

We are not back together!

I just need to think about myself for a change,

instead of everybody hanging off of me, demanding something, needing something.

-What have you said?!

-You're the one...

-Carol, glad I caught you.

-Just shut up, Terry.

Carol, we don't have to do this. We can talk.

-I've been talking. It's listening you lot don't seem to be able to manage!

-Carol! Carol!

-Do NOT follow me!

-Cheers, darling.

-Thank you very much.

Nice. Oi! Ooh-hoo! You're like a ninja sneaking up on me, then!

Special delivery for Mrs Moon.

You're up to something, I can tell.

What you talking... Don't be silly. A couple of kids on the way,

we ain't got enough cash to light a two-bar heater. I ain't going to keep secrets, am I?

Eh?

I'm watching you, Alfie Moon.

-OK.

-HE WOLF-WHISTLES

I ain't expecting us to sit down and have a moment

but whatever it is, it's upsetting Bianca, so I need to know.

What's happened?

Well, I rocked up here to find him shouting the odds at Masood.

Your mum looks like she's about to keel over.

So are you going to tell me what's happening here, or is he?

Er, well...

well...

Erm...

I was going to tell you but we don't want the kids to find out.

My mum's ill.

She's got breast cancer, Terry.

Look, I'm sorry. I was going to tell you.

Don't worry about me.

Come here.

I haven't changed, Sharon.

Look...you knew who I was when you moved back in here, didn't you?

I'm not saying you have to be whiter than white.

No, course you ain't. Cos if I turned into a bloke, you know, who was working nine to five

at a building society, you wouldn't look twice, would you?

Listen, I understand. I understand, Sharon, you know, you've got to think about Denny.

But my business don't come into this house.

Well, that phone found its way in here.

What else is lurking under the floorboards I don't know about?

Dodgy cash? Guns?

You've just got to trust me, Sharon, please.

And maybe I could once upon a time.

Back when I did get off on the danger.

But I have been around the block too many times to

get into anything with my eyes shut.

So what you saying?

Even if I wanted to, I can't cope with this, the not knowing.

I mean, look what it's doing to me.

Look what it's turning me into.

Get your coat.

What?

I'll ring Jay and get him to keep an eye on Denny.

-Phil...

-If you want to talk, Sharon, if you really want to talk, then...

we can't do it here

and we can't do it when Denny's upstairs, either.

So get your coat.

So maybe we should invite Carol over for dinner tomorrow?

Smooth things over. Make up for her not coming today?

Carol has ended things.

It's over.

-I'm sorry.

-I'm not.

Carol can see the obvious even if you can't.

It's not right you being with a white woman.

Carol, it's me again. Erm...

Look, we're all worried about you here. Can you just ring us

and let us know you're all right?

Please.

My mum had skin cancer a few years ago now. She's all right now.

She said she appreciates each day more than the last.

My dad still wakes up some nights in tears.

Has these bad dreams that he's lost her.

-FRONT DOOR CLOSES

-It haunts him.

Has she phoned?

No. She's not picking up, darling.

Look, you take that. I'll nip out in the cab. See if I can spot her.

-Thanks, Tel.

-Thanks, Tel.

What is she playing at?

Does she not know that we'd be sitting here worrying ourselves stupid?

Where is she?

Mum!

Mind if I come in?

Course I don't.

This is a surprise.

If, uh...

If you want the truth, then...

then you get it all. You don't get to pick and choose.

That's the deal.

You might want to sit down.