06/02/2014 EastEnders

Thanks. See you. Bye.

Can you call us a cab, darling?

Thank you.

-PHONE VIBRATES

-Wait, wait, wait, wait.

It's Carol. It's Carol.

-Oh.

-Please.

Well, if it's Carol...

Sit down.

Hi, Carol.

Liam.

What's up, mate, is something wrong?

OK. All right, give me 20 minutes.

Say it again?

Outside.

All right, yeah, I got you.

Oh, and, Liam...thank you.

That was Liam. He wants me to go and pick up...

It's fine.

I'm flying to Acapulco later anyway.

Right. Well, have a good time.

Nikki...

I won't tell a soul. It's OK.

-Do you reckon you can get that off with no damage, then?

-Yeah, course I can.

I'll need to re-spray it if I do it, though.

So what's that, 500 quid?

Yeah, thereabouts.

And that's only if I do it in my own time.

How much did they pay you to stick this on the side of your cab?

About £500, near enough.

I think it's all right.

Hmm.

So it's just you, Johnny, and the Whitney bird tonight, yeah?

Nancy'll have to sort herself out.

This has to be just right.

Your son happens to like that Whitney bird.

-Well, I'm not being funny, but...

-Then don't be.

He likes her. If he don't,

how come he's in the bathroom covering himself in your aftershave?

What? What, me bit of Italian gear?

And, according to Bianca, they've...erm...

you know.

-Nah.

-Mm-hmm

Well, maybe... Maybe he was just, you know...

making sure.

Oh. Did you do that, did you?

Nip down Old Compton Street on a Saturday night, just in case?

Oi, oi, turn it in.

Whitney!

-Hi. Sorry, Tracey said I could come straight up.

-Yeah, come in, love.

Yeah, dinner's nearly ready. Look at you!

-Isn't she beautiful, Mick?

-Yeah, she's lovely.

Johnny's just getting himself ready. He's taking forever!

He's excited. You know...

What was that?

What, you haven't done enough to him?

Get up, man. People are looking.

What am I?

Eh? What AM I?

I'm not a husband.

A dad?

Ask Tam.

Or Syed, or Shabnam.

PHONE RINGS

I'm not even a postman any more.

Come on, Mr Mas. You're making a scene here, man.

Urgh, you're never safe, you know that?

No matter how old you get, Fats,

you can always lose everything.

Mr Mas, come on, man.

Yo, Mr Mas...

Yo, your stuff, man.

Look... Look, man, you've left your phone, bro!

Mr Mas, come on, man!

What were you doing round David's house?

What do you think we were doing? Jumping into bed together?

Rosie left her book there.

So why you all dressed up, then?

Because you got what you wanted, Terry.

I'm flying to Acapulco tonight.

Right.

That's why you took Rosie shopping.

Listen, I've got to pop out,

but I'll be back later to say bye to the kids.

Will you make sure TJ's here, please?

Yeah, I'll call him. And, Nik...

I'm sorry about the heels. I didn't upset you, did I?

No, sir.

Cos you'd have to see me as a human being first.

He didn't take his stuff, then?

No, I tried to go after him, man, but he just kept going.

And he was talking funny.

I've never seen him like that before.

What, you saying he's supposed to be worried about him, after this?

I should probably go.

What if he does something stupid?

That's his problem, isn't it?

Look, I think it's good that he's standing up for himself.

Yeah, except he's doing it all by himself now.

Sorry, I got here as quickly as I could.

How did you get on?

Funny-looking cab.

Guess you're in the front, mate.

-She here?

-No.

And she's flying out in a few hours.

At last!

I need a bit of cheering up.

Come here.

-How did your mum get on?

-She's not back yet.

Whose are they?

-Oh, they're Rosie's. Nikki took her out shopping.

-Rosie's?!

If my Tiff came home in them...

Yeah, well, Rosie used to shuffle around in her mum's,

-pretending she was an air hostess.

-It's one thing wearing your mum's.

Yeah, well, I think Nikki was feeling a bit sentimental and...

I think she got it a bit wrong.

Aren't we being understanding?

She's flying to Acapulco in a few hours.

-Does she need a lift to the airport?

-Bianca.

I'm just feeling a bit stressed, that's all.

Why don't you come round tonight with the kids?

We'll have something to eat. Cheer each other up.

-Have a bit of a laugh.

-Yeah, all right.

Oh, Shabnam.

-Thank you for coming so quick.

-I was in Enfield, not Islamabad.

So I was thinking, if we split up,

then maybe we can find him quicker.

-Did he really hit Tamwar?

-Yeah, he did.

Then I want to see my brother.

Johnny! Hurry up!

Honestly! He don't normally go to all this trouble.

I heard.

From Bianca.

(About you two.)

Sorry I'm late. Had some reading to finish.

Oh, there he is. I'll serve up.

I thought you were getting dressed up.

For dinner in the kitchen?

Now, you two tuck in. Mine won't be long.

Back in a sec.

She's acting funny.

Is she?

What do you know?

I might have told Bianca something happened between us.

What? Why?

Because of Liam. It's a long story.

Great. Great, so now she thinks I'm all straightened out?

I'm sorry.

Oh. You two...

Liam, give us a sec, will you?

Budge up.

I just want to go to bed.

Yeah, I know. But when we walk into that house,

everyone is going to make a fuss

and what needs to be said won't get said.

And what's that?

That, you know, I'm OK.

About you saying no.

I'm OK.

You're OK?

Yeah.

Carol!

Carol, I'm... I'm just... Carol!

I'm just saying, I'm fine with it, that's all.

-Where were you this morning?

-I just needed some time, didn't I?

I mean, you just turned me down in front of everyone.

Aren't I allowed to take a minute?

All I wanted to do was hide in my room or,

I don't know, go to the seaside.

Anywhere where they weren't.

Who, Bianca?

Everyone I might have given cancer to.

Because everywhere I look there's Sonia, Tiff, Bianca...

-It doesn't work like that.

-That's exactly how it works!

But I got out of bed, I made breakfast and I faced them,

cos that's being a parent.

You don't run, you don't take a minute,

and it is never about you.

KNOCKING AT DOOR

-I'm not home!

-'Tamwar, open up!'

Tam.

I'm sorry, bro. I had to do something.

Dad didn't do this. He can't have.

Oh, Tam.

KNOCK AT DOOR Knock-knock.

-I got some people here to see you.

-Hey.

-Nan!

-Nan!

Oh. Hello, darling, hello.

-Did it hurt?

-Do you know what, I didn't feel a thing.

So how was school?

I got my spider plant for biology. He's called Timothy!

-Timothy?

-I'm not allowed near him.

-I look forward to meeting him.

Now, listen, I need an early night

-because of the chemo, so...

-Yeah, come on. All right, you two.

-But I want to stay with Nan!

-We're going to Terry's for dinner,

-do you want to come?

-No, I'm going to go to bed.

-Please!

-Oh, look, come on, you heard what she said.

She needs a rest. Come on.

-Bye.

-Bye.

Can't believe Liam.

I know, what a sweetheart.

So, what did they say?

Four weeks.

What about Dad? He's downstairs.

I don't want him in here.

And what now for you two?

I can't think about that stuff. I just need some space tonight.

Yeah, all right, I can...

put him in the girls' room. They can come in with me.

Right.

Are you all right about tomorrow, Mum?

Cos...

I'm really scared about it.

We haven't got enough plates.

Well, I'll have to eat mine out the box then, won't I?

Looks nice in here.

Yeah, Bianca and her lot are coming over for some tea, so...

Mum, you've got your uniform on.

You guessed right today.

You're too clever by half, you are.

I thought you weren't going for ages?

Is it cos I didn't like the heels?

No, of course not, baby! It's just my job.

Come here.

-Knock-knock.

-Whitney ain't going to be happy about this.

-You got everything, babe?

-Yeah. Make sure you water Timothy.

Because if he dies, I'll fail science and miss out on uni.

-Who's Timothy?

-SHE SIGHS

Who's Timothy?

Timothy.

Oh, the plant. All right, Tiff, I'll water Timothy,

-I'll talk to Timothy.

-Talk to him?

Grandad, he's a plant.

-At least you got a choice of beds.

-Yeah, no, it's perfect.

-Sure? I thought you'd kick off.

-Who, me? No, no.

Listen, I'm taking the kids round Terry's for dinner later. Come with us.

-Do you mind if I don't, darling? We ain't exactly buddies.

-I'm not asking.

Mum starts her chemo tomorrow. She needs her space.

Whatever Mum wants, yeah, Dad?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Tiff!

-Ice cream!

-Thank you.

Whit. I can't keep this up.

-Keep what up?

-We should tell her.

-Tell me what?

-Mum...

she's pregnant.

What?!

Oh, Johnny, that's wonderful!

Oh, come here, you!

Oh, I think I'm going to cry!

Mum's going to fall over when I tell her

she's going to be a great-grandma!

-So, obviously, we'll get married. Make a go of it.

-Definitely!

Me and his dad got together young. People frowned on it,

but we've had the best time.

I'll have to quit uni, but I'll get a job.

You can work here!

All that stuff I was saying about me being...

About me being gay.

Having a little experiment is normal...

Yeah. So, yeah, that's that, then.

No uni.

No being a lawyer.

Just me, Whitney...

and our baby. All miserable together.

You won't be miserable. You'll have a family.

Mum, you'd rather I was unhappy than gay?

-That's not what I said.

-You'd rather I gave up my career.

Johnny, calm down.

You'd rather both of us ruin our lives than me be gay?!

-But you're not. You got her pregnant!

-Mum, if she was pregnant,

it would be the worst thing that ever happened to me.

IF she was pregnant? What... What, it was a joke?

-After I've cooked you dinner? Had you round?

-I didn't know...

-Don't get angry at her, all right!

Johnny...

before this goes nuclear,

why don't you walk Whitney home?

I think that's for the best.

HE PUSHES CHAIR

Look, I'm really sorry.

Thank you for dinner, it was lovely.

The worst thing is the turbulence. All the passengers get really scared

and you're trying to act natural,

like, click-click-click down the aisle,

trying not to fall into people's laps...

Say what happens to the food.

-The food goes everywhere! It's a right mess.

-'All right, you lot?'

-'You ordered the pizzas? We're starving!'

-All the kids start laughing.

All the parents... Most of them have to go round and clear up.

All right, Terry?

-David.

-Hope you like red.

-I hope you like all-out war.

-BIANCA: All right?

-Hello.

(I thought she was going?)

When I left, there was beer in the house.

He was...

He'd been seeing that woman.

I knew things were slipping, but...

Yeah, they slipped pretty far.

Now he's a drunk. Stealing from his own family,

hitting his own family?

Yeah.

Tam, I can't imagine what that must have been like for you.

I'm sorry.

Shush.

This is all our faults.

Dad's, Mum's, mine.

It is on all of us to fix it.

DISTANT MUMBLING 'Ooh! Ow...'

KNOCKING AT DOOR

-Who is it?

-KNOCKING AT DOOR

Mas?

I've come back for you.

You're drunk.

I've gone away and I've come back,

just like him, hey?

You can love me now, right?

I'm unemployed

and my kids hate me.

-Is that what you think I love about David?

-HE LAUGHS

You love the struggle, eh?

The hardship.

You want everything to be painful. Huh?

You want everyone to be bitter like you!

"Chemotherapy"?

Terry said your mum was in hospital today.

How is that any of your business?

Just making conversation.

So when you off?

After dinner.

Mum has to keep a good balance or she'll fall in people's laps.

-Yeah, I bet she does.

-Acapulco. Must be exotic.

Yeah.

You've travelled, haven't you? You ever been?

Hmm? Yeah, once.

Pass another slice of pepperoni, Tel, please.

Do you want me to bring you some tequila?

He's all right, he can get that down the Minute Mart.

Maybe he wants a present?

No, I'm all right, thanks.

Free booze is free booze, I suppose, eh?

So, David, do you want anything bringing back?

HE COUGHS

Is it Bianca?

The kids?

No, it's not the kids.

I used to worry that I wouldn't have enough

to leave everyone when I was gone.

No property, you know.

The girls will inherit a wedding ring from Alan,

an engagement ring with three diamonds,

and a bit of cash.

And maybe...

breast cancer.

Oh, it's you?!

I find out in a month if all I left my girls

is a couple of quid and that.

That's why you left me.

I'm tired, Mas.

You wanted HIM helping you and you thought I...

Hey...that's it!

I'm just there for the good times, right?

I can't handle the big stuff?

I need to go to bed, I start my chemo in the morning.

You did not think that I could manage - you say it!

You SAY it!

Zainab left me!

Syed. Shabnam.

HE LAUGHS

Even Kamil.

I couldn't keep MY family together,

so you thought I was incapable of looking after you!

You looking after me now?

How could my life go so wrong?

It's OK, Masood. It'll be fine.

It's going to be all right.

I've never been made fun of in my own home like that.

Don't blame her. It would have been Johnny's idea.

I know that.

Bianca told me they got together!

And did you ask him?

-No.

-No.

So you can understand him being a little bit annoyed at the gossiping.

They made a fool out of me.

And you inviting Whitney over to iron him out -

I mean, how do you think he feels?

We've been over and over this.

Linda, you've got to accept it.

Otherwise you're going to drive him away.

Well, that's the last time I'll be invited round for tea.

She deserved it.

What's up with you?

Just you, thinking I could ruin your life.

-I don't know.

-What's that got to do with anything?

You say you want to get your mum off your back.

Get out there then, get a boyfriend.

Then maybe we can all move on.

Oh...

Whitney. I was just...

Shabnam.

I'll leave you to it.

I was with Tamwar when she called the house.

Oh, you've seen him?

He's confused.

He doesn't understand why you hit him.

Neither do I.

Because I'm worthless?

Why do you say that?

You want me to look at you and see a drunk?

Well, I don't.

I see my dad.

Oh...

It broke my heart, going home.

The silence in that place is unbearable.

Tamwar grew up with his family around him,

with the Koran - you did too.

That's all gone.

Well, then we need to get it back.

Whatever you or Tamwar think.

Does he even know you're here?

Come home. Come home, help tidy the house.

And tomorrow we can do a big shop,

get lots of food so we can cook together...

I hit him!

..and eat together as a family.

You should hate me.

-I

-hate me.

Allah loves you.

And maybe he knows something that we don't.

I told you, that's all gone for me.

Then that is the place to start.

So how's the used-car business, then, David?

Yeah. Margins ain't all that.

So long as you're putting grub on the table though, eh?

Yeah, I'm aiming a bit higher, though.

Not still dreaming of making millions, are you, Dad?

There's nothing wrong with fantasies.

I had a dream once that I'd have my own cab office.

A fleet of Terry's Cars.

It's all about the kids now, though, isn't it?

What, you've given up, have you?

I ain't giving up. I'm investing in them.

Hence that stupid flippin' ad on the side of me cab.

Where's TJ? I got to get going.

I tried calling him, I think he's plugged into a console round his mates' somewhere.

-You're going to have to tell him I said goodbye, then, aren't you?

-You'll be back soon, right?

Yeah. Do you mind giving me a lift, then?

No, he don't, all right. Dream on, cos he's had a drink.

-My dad'll take you.

-No, I don't mind taking her.

No. That would be great. As long as you're not too busy. Yeah?

I just do what I'm told these days.

You don't think nothing's going on between those two, do you?

He ain't that desperate.

Come on.

Right.

I could put you on the passenger list, easy.

You could wake up tomorrow with nothing but beach.

No cars to sell. No cooking to do.

No chemotherapy.

No-one to nurse.

HE SIGHS

The last thing I need at the moment, Nikki, is another relationship.

I'm not offering you a relationship.

Just a way out. You look like you need one.

Acapulco...

My passport's inside.

I wouldn't have to even go home.

Then all you have to do is put the car in first and drive.