07/02/2013 EastEnders

David, are you awake?

Speak to you later. Bye.

Meet me in the cafe. Half 11, yeah?

Yes, Mr Shirov.

Tam? Will you.

Thank you.

Shall we talk to Daddy on the computer, yeah? Yeah?

Right, then.

Press that one.

DIAL TONE

Here we go. Right, big smile.

-DIAL TONE

-Cheese!

-Cheese!

I meant what I said, I want him out by tonight.

Don't be ridiculous. I know you're angry...

But you know what he's done, OK?

I've given him chance after chance after chance,

and I'm just sick of it.

You might get fooled by a few tears and a prayer...

Tamwar, he's our dad.

I don't want him to be our dad because he disgusts me.

You don't mean that.

OK, tell him either he's gone by this evening or I am.

Welcome home, Shabs.

Bianca, have you seen those magazines that Dot brought me?

-Yeah, they're in here.

-Oh, right.

Oh. They're going to keep me occupied for a bit.

What else was it I needed?

Oh, yeah, yeah, Liam said that he'd lend me his music thing,

not that I know how to work it.

Probably a blessing knowing his taste. It's charging, there.

Listen, Sonia phoned, she sends her love

-and says she'll call you after her shift, yeah?

-Oh, right. Great.

Are you sure you're feeling all right about this?

Listen, for the millionth time, will you just stop fussing.

Have your breakfast.

I'd really rather come with you. I'll be all right.

-I'm not going to go to pieces.

-I know. And neither will I, all right.

I'm not exactly looking forward to it, you've seen the booklet,

the side effects don't make for pretty reading,

but if it's going to get rid of the cancer.

Not if. Be positive, yeah?

I'm just glad I'm finally able to do something,

even if it is just sitting in a chair and being pumped full of chemicals.

-Where's me dad?

-I don't know.

I think he must have left early this morning, gone to work, probably.

-Can I unplug this now?

-I thought he was taking you?

He can't handle it. First day of chemo...

This is when it gets real.

-Mum, give him a chance, he is trying...

-I know him.

Granted he's made an effort but he can't keep it up.

He is as he is...

-DOOR OPENS

-Morning.

Cor! Blimey, it's nippy out there. Stick the kettle on, darling?

We got time, ain't we?

Don't think I'm letting you take the bus, do you, to the hospital?

And before you say no, feel that.

Right, OK, what we got? I picked you up a few bits.

Water, some lip balm, tissues, colouring book,

I knew you'd like that.

Oh, and the girl down the chemist, she recommended a lavender pillow.

I reckon it's a bit airy fairy but it does smell nice so...

Right, so there's that.

Thank you very much. I really appreciate it.

No, he won't. Not this time. Thanks. Bye.

-Morning.

-Morning.

You're back early? I wasn't expecting to see you till lunchtime.

Yeah, well, there's a lot to sort out, isn't there?

Final demand. Late payment. Another final demand.

I don't suppose you have the money to pay for them?

I'll call them.

Tell them we've had a bereavement. Buy us some time.

First, I want to go to the B&B.

-Dad...

-No, listen, I've put Tamwar through a lot...

and, er...he wants me out, I don't blame him.

-I'll book a room...

-You're not going anywhere.

He's angry right now but he'll calm down.

Yeah. Not while I'm here.

You're his dad. I know it's going to take time but...

how are we going to sort this mess out if you run away?

Anyway, look, you have other things to do this morning.

I've called your manager and he's agreed to see you at 11:30.

It took a bit of sweet-talking but...

I have pressed a shirt, and given your shoes a polish.

Well, go on, then. What you waiting for?

-You got everything?

-Yep.

-Cor, blimey, Carol,

how long you going for? A couple of weeks?

You're not carrying this on your own.

All right, as far as the waiting room.

The waiting room and that's it.

Listen, I'm not sure when I'll be back,

so don't worry about me, darling.

-All right, well, look, phone me if you need me.

-All right.

I'm not leaving her anywhere.

Don't think you're going to have a choice.

Couple of minutes ago I only had her up to the front door.

Have some faith in your old man, eh?

Look, try not to worry, darling. We'll get through it, all right?

-Ta-ta.

-Bye.

Oh, it's cold.

All set?

Well, I wouldn't hold out much hope. What can I say?

Sorry'd be a start. You've got to swallow your pride, Dad.

-You do want to put things right?

-Yeah, course I do.

Yeah, I'm busy and all... Spencer?

You're phoning Australia on your mobile?

Alfie's gone AWOL.

Did your mum get off all right?

Phoning Spencer, though, what's he say?

That he's sent him to some wine place called Wonga Wonga or something.

-So he ain't gone AWOL.

-B, think about it. Wonga?

It's money. He's having a laugh.

Why can't he just work like any normal bloke?

Mr Shirov, you wanted to see me.

I'm a few minutes late. Winston needed help with his awning.

-Now, I've been speaking to my boss.

-What, about me?

I thought we agreed that if I paid back the money back...

About...

..the possible closure of the market.

Now, we're being merged with Spring Lane.

Only one site will stay open. The question is, which?

But that means... We could all be out of a job?

-Everyone?

-Not me. I'm safe.

But the market's been here for ever, so...

What can I say? We live in difficult times.

What are the market traders going to do?

When they hear about it...

They are not going to. Not until the decision has been made.

But by then it'll be too late.

We won't be able to do anything about it.

Maybe we should start a petition

or demonstrate the strength of local feeling?

Mr Masood, you're not listening to me.

I said they are not going to find out.

We represent the council.

You and me, we are the only ones who know and that's how it must stay.

Unless you want to be some sort of martyr.

The choice of Market Assistant is down to me and me alone.

So I suggest you do as you're told and keep quiet. Yeah?

Can I borrow your pen?

Why did the biscuit go to hospital?

Cos it felt crummy. Get it? Crummy.

All right. Shut up, David.

-Why don't you go back to work, eh?

-It wasn't that bad.

All right, maybe, but...

You ain't going to let some poor nurse take this all in

-the treatment room, are you?

-We agreed.

-I appreciate what you're doing.

-Why don't you want me in there?

I ain't going to make a fuss or faint at the sight of a needle

if that's what you're worried about.

I just want some privacy and a bit of space.

Anyway, I thought you'd be glad to escape. You hate these places.

Do you remember Clive Salisbury's 14th?

What?

Clive Salisbury's 14th birthday party?

I'd been drinking some dodgy concoction...

Sick as dog, I was.

-Oh, yeah. Cider, Pernod & Black.

-Yeah, classy.

Anyway, you cleaned me up and you put my head in your lap,

and you were stroking my hair...

It's my turn to look after you now, Carol.

Please let me.

We're ready for you now, Carol.

Really. I'll call you later. OK?

Careful.

-Good luck.

-Thank you.

That's brilliant, Dad. I knew you could do it.

Well, I'm on probation for a while.

I can't expect them to trust me straight away.

It's chooza palak for dinner, in your honour.

Well, that's very nice, but as I said before...

I don't want to hear it.

We're going to sit down and you and Tam are going to talk...

-PHONE BEEPS

-Shabnam, you can't force Tam

-to forgive me.

-I know that but...

-If you'd've been there...

If you'd seen how I behaved...

Who's that?

No-one. Just Auntie Fatima checking up on me. Dinner's at six.

Don't be late.

-I'm looking for Bianca?

-She's in The Vic.

-Thank you.

First we'll pop a canula in. Give me a second.

Should only take a second or two.

You've opted for the cold cap, is that right?

Yeah, that's right.

Take a seat.

Shall I?

Thanks.

So will she have started it yet?

I don't know. I hope she ain't feeling too rough.

I just feel really helpless.

She'll be fine. What time's she coming home?

She just said she'd phone me.

Well, you can knock off as soon as she does.

In the meantime...get that down you.

Yes, my love, what can I get you?

No, nothing thank you. Is Bianca around?

Bianca. Look, she's just over there. Little ginger sort.

Thank you.

Take no notice of her, she always gets worked up over nothing.

You reckon? I've got three words. Christmas. German. Market.

I know he's going to blow that money, I know he is.

What sort of mug does he think I am?! I mean, Wonga!

It's an Aboriginal word, that is. Means sunset or west.

How do you know all these things?

You know what they say about bald men being brainy.

Well, even if it is a kosher place, don't mean he's gone there.

-Bianca. Hi.

-Sorry, do I know you?

Shabnam. Masood's daughter. How's your mum?

I saw her yesterday and Dad told me... But look, I thought,

none of you are going to feel like cooking tonight so...

Oh, thanks, that's really nice of you.

It's the least I can do. I don't want any bad feelings.

I know my dad's had a few... problems.

No-one's going to hold it against him. So he had a skinful.

-Who don't round here?

-Yeah. Kat's right.

I mean, I know it's against...

-So you're the one who took his money.

-You what?

OK, technically it was your husband but...

You do know that that was for my brother's university...

We didn't "take" his money.

I don't know what your dad's told you...

He was in a very bad place. His mother had just died.

You don't expect your friends to take advantage.

Alfie won that money fair and square, all right?

We've got nothing to feel bad about.

You're sure about that because from where I'm standing...

-Go and do one, will ya!

-You owe us.

Anyway, Uncle Fester,

what else you got stored in that massive head of yours?

You haven't heard the last of this, believe me.

MOUTHS: Enjoy.

Thank you, sweetheart. There you go.

Er, Fatboy.

-Nah, nah, nah, man.

-I'm so...

-Look, there ain't nothing you can say, bro...

-I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I put you in such a difficult position.

-Difficult? Are you serious?

-I know.

-No, I got my boy, man.

-My best friend looking at me with hate in my eyes.

-I know...

-I've lost the roof over my head...

-And I'm grateful for what you did.

I didn't do it for you. I told you that.

All right, I just knew that this would break Tamwar.

To see his father, you know, stealing, gambling...

All right. All right, Fatboy.

No-one feels worse about this than I do, believe me.

So you've sorted it with Tam, then?

I'm trying to.

Then it ain't me you need to be saying sorry to, is it?

-Feels a bit heavy, does it?

-Yeah.

-Sorry, it's got to be tight.

-OK, thank you.

"I Swapped My Baby For Booze."

Good old Dot.

She always knows when to find something cheerful.

Here you are, I thought you might want a pick-me-up.

David, I told you not to come...

Yeah, well, you know me, always the rebel. How you feeling?

You're going to get a crick in your neck like that.

Listen, I don't want you to see me like this. Please.

-Carol, Carol...

-Just please...

Look, no matter what happens... You're beautiful.

I mean it. You are.

You're strong and brave.

(I'm terrified.)

Well, then, you hold on to me, yeah?

You hold on to me.

You think I'm here because you need me?

It's the other way round. 100%.

Now we're going to fight this together.

And we are going to fight hard. OK?

My girl.

And I thought Zainab was a cow.

Come on, she's only looking out for her family.

And what am I doing?

Look, I'm sorry about Tam. And if I had the money...

But I haven't. Chances are I'll have to beg, borrow and steal to get Alfie home as it is.

Maybe he'd be better off staying in Oz if he has blown all the money.

-PHONE BEEPS

-Or perhaps we could ask Mick to do a whip-round for him.

Do you know how much it costs to go to university?

-Course I do. I'm joking.

-Alfie, you little darling.

He's back!

It's David. We're on.

What time do you want me?

You all right, man?

No, not really, but you know...

Hey, look, listen, bro, I'll understand if you're angry.

I feel like I owe you an apology.

-What?

-Why would I be angry at you?

You know for calling your sister and bringing her back here?

It's not really your fault. I didn't ask you to get involved in

this sorry mess that is my family.

I heard about you and Poppy.

Yeah, man. Can you imagine me in the sticks?

No, I ain't leaving Walford for no woman.

Hey, don't look so worried, man.

I'm sure she'll get over me somehow.

However hard that may be, you know.

You're OK, yeah?

Yeah, I'm cool if we're cool.

-I'd ask you to move back in but...

-No, no, no, no worries, man.

I don't think I could leave Mrs B anyway.

Think she might want another lodger?

All right, Nan.

I'll ring the nursery and say you're going to pick him up. Cheers.

Right, that's Tommy sorted. Now it's me...

What about this one?

Right, Alfie's booking a hotel for a night of passion

and you think I want to go looking like a nun?

Here, what about this one? Do you think I can get away with it?

And be nice or I won't nick you one of those little shampoos.

Er, listen, my mum's just got back. Do you mind if I go?

-Go on. Ruth's going to cover anyway. See you later.

-See you later.

I don't understand.

Look, I can't really explain but... I've got my reasons.

Maybe in a month or so. It's just difficult.

Hey, guys, is there a problem?

I was just explaining that we can't currently change pitch sizes.

Why not?

-You want to expand?

-I'd love to expand.

-That's great, darling.

I just need some time to do the paperwork.

So why don't you order your extra stock for, say...two weeks' time.

-Brilliant. Thanks.

-Not at all.

I thought I made it clear.

I don't want even the slightest hint...

I wasn't going to tell her anything.

But what if the market does close?

Then she's going to get left with a load of stock and...

What is that to you?

I told you, the only person you need to worry about is yourself.

So it wasn't as bad as you thought, then. Really?

No. No, it wasn't, actually.

-In the end.

-She was a trooper.

Well, you better go and have a little lay-down, eh?

No. Do you know, I'm not really tired or sick or anything.

I am hungry, though.

Yeah, but remember what the nurse said.

That could be the steroids, couldn't it. You might crash later.

Yeah, well, then, I better make the most of it.

I fancy an Indian or a Chinese takeaway.

-I can't, Carol...

-What? I'm buying.

Shabnam brought a load of curry over.

That's kind of her.

Shall we have it in here or on our laps in there?

-No, I've got to shoot.

-What? Where you going?

-Got a bit of business.

-How long you going to be?

I mean, I can have a shower first.

I'll call you in a bit. Eat though, Carol.

-It smells lovely. See you later.

-Bye.

Where's he going?

Good news about your dad, then.

Bet you were starting to worry about your profits.

I don't even care any more.

Can't have been easy for him, though. Coming in here and apologising.

Especially after all his antics.

Made me promise to never serve him booze again. Sounded genuine.

Let's hope so, eh?

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

-DAVID:

-'Look out the window.'

What you talking about?

'Look out of the window.'

'Straight across. See me?'

Yeah, what the hell are you doing?

Start as we mean to go on, eh?

-Trying to be a good neighbour.

-What?

Well, I can't kick the girls out their room for ever.

You want to move out?

Well, I wouldn't put it like that, Carol.

You know, but what you said... You need space.

I mean... No, there's no need...

I'm fine with it. Honestly. I am. Really. I am.

Don't be silly.

So, shall we just wrap this up?

Look, I've got to go. All right, enjoy your curry.

Great, well, let's wrap this up over a drink, shall we?

Sounds good.

Yeah, it's nice. I like it.

-He's still here, then.

-Don't start.

-It's fine, I'll go and get my stuff.

No, there's no need to. I've booked a room at Patrick's.

-What? Dad, no, you can't...

-I have to.

I'm the one in the wrong here, Shabs.

I heard what you said about me this morning.

What, am I supposed to feel bad about that?

I'm disgusted with myself.

I can't expect you to feel any differently, can I?

I can't change what I've done.

I've apologised to just about everyone

and they've been very kind but

-the only person that matters is you.

-Well, why...

Before you say anything, I don't expect you to open your arms...

What are you expecting, then? What, do you think I'm going to say,

"Oh, you don't have to go any more"?

I just want you to know I'm sorry, Tam. That's all.

For everything. From the bottom of my heart. I'm sorry.

Everyone left me except you.

I'll never forget that.

I love you, Tam.

I just hope one day you can forgive me.

Mum, why don't you go and have a lie-down? I can do this.

No, no, no, I'm all right. Honestly, love.

KNOCK ON THE DOOR

I'll get that, though. Can you lay the table for me?

-For the patient. How you feeling?

-Oh, yeah, come in.

Thanks. There really was no need.

Bianca. It's Terry.

I'm not staying. I know you need your rest, don't you.

No, I'm not on my death bed yet.

You going to stay and have some dinner?

Yeah, come on, stay for dinner. You said you wanted to earlier.

PHONE BEEPS

Yes! The eagle has landed.

Vulture, more like.

It's Nikki, she's just landed in Acapulco. You've got to stay now.

You seen how much Shabnam brought round. And my dad's gone out.

I just saw him over The Vic talking to Danny.

Is it true he might be moving over the road?

No, I don't think so. Mum? Where you going?

See you aren't in a hurry.

You're not really going to let him go? Please...

-Right. Well, you know where I am.

-Mm-hm.

I'll see you.

Dad, just come and get some dinner.

Shabnam's gone to a lot of effort. 'Scuse me.

-Right, there you go.

-Cheers.

So, that contract ties you in for six months.

Yeah, I'm a model tenant. You'll have no complaints.

I should hope not.

So how do you want to settle this deposit, then?

-Cash or cheque?

-Cash.

Plus six months rent in advance if you'll knock 10% off.

You drive a hard bargain, Mr Wicks. Go on, sign on page seven.

-Right.

-David! Don't sign it.

Carol, what you doing? You'll catch your death.

-Mr Wicks.

-I don't want you to leave.

It's your home. And it was your mum's...

I know, but it's yours now, isn't it?

Not without you it's not. I don't want to lose you.

But you won't, will you? I'll only be over the road.

-Whistle and I'll come...

-Marry me.

Eh?

I want to marry you. I made a mistake...

-I understand if it's too late...

-Are you mad?

What you talking about, of course I'll marry you!

Carol...

Stace.

Stacey! Stacey! Stace!