29/08/2014 EastEnders

Your mum's on the blower.

She reckons she's sprained her ankle.

Probably twerking, knowing Elaine.

I don't want to speak to her.

Well, what shall I say to her?

I dunno, Mick. I'm sure you'll think of something. You always do.

How's Cindy doing?

Yeah, she's fine, she's... running rings around the nurses.

And the baby?

Yeah, she's... She's tiny.

Cindy wanted a picture of her mum

so I said I'd take one in for her later.

You... You not going to work?

I've asked Shabnam to cover.

How did you sleep?

Well, I didn't. I've had loads of things racing through my head.

Like what?

Like I must have lost my mind.

You see, forgetting, that's one thing.

Forgiving you?

When even the thought of you and that woman makes me feel sick.

Denise, please.

I mean, you haven't even told me why you did it.

Do we have to drag all this up again?

Oh, I think I've got a right to know

who I've been sleeping with, don't you?

So, why Rainie?

She accosted me.

Accosted you?!

SHE LAUGHS

Sorry, Ian.

Yeah, you must've been terrified.

How many times are we talking here? Was it once?

Twice? Half a dozen times?

It was once.

With Rainie maybe. But how many others were there?

Look, I swear to you. It was the first and only time.

Did it, like, give you a thrill when you was handing over the cash

and then following her down some back alley?

It wasn't like that.

So, why did you do it?

-I don't know.

-Did you use protection?

Of course I did.

And then what?

I drove around for a bit and then I came home.

And got into my bed?

I showered first. And washed my clothes...

Well, that's what I like about you, Ian.

You're nothing if not methodical.

You're going to have to have a word with Roxy.

KNOCK AT DOOR

-I'll get it.

-She's been pestering me all morning.

All she's got to do is send out some wedding invites.

It's hardly rocket science, is it?

Linda?

I couldn't stand it a minute longer.

Well, what's happened?

It's Mick.

Oh, how was George?

Looking more like his mum every day.

-Where's Linda?

-Licking her wounds.

Mick?

I've really messed up, Shirl.

Look, I know you're angry

but you've got to remember that Mick was just trying to protect Ian.

And what about me? Don't I need protecting?

Well, of course you do, darling.

Weeks I've had people whispering in corners.

Slating me for standing by a man who sleeps with hookers.

Do you know what I had to do yesterday?

Lie to Denise's face whilst she stood there

and poured her heart out.

And where was Mick? He should be sorting this out, not me.

I can't do this any more.

Wasn't I enough for you. Is that it?

I mean, I know we haven't exactly been ripping each other's

clothes off, but... I just thought it was

because we were comfortable with each other, you know.

But turns out you were getting your kicks elsewhere.

Please don't say that.

Then what was it, Ian? Because I'm really struggling here.

I was unhappy, I guess.

YOU were unhappy?!

Do you honestly think there weren't days where all

I wanted to do was just run out that door as fast as I could?

But I couldn't. And do you want to know why?

It's because... I am a good person, Ian.

And for some stupid reason I thought I could help you.

Oi, you any idea how much ag your bird's caused?

My bird? Cora's just a friend.

Yeah, well, you tell her from me she ain't welcome in this pub any more.

I wouldn't be too hard on the old girl.

Oh, yeah, and why's that?

Ian's grubby bit on the side. Turns out it's Cora's youngest.

So you can see now why she kicked off like that.

Are you coming in or not?

Hi. You all right?

-Yeah, busy.

-Oh.

I was just wondering

if you'd had a chance to think about that apprenticeship?

Can this wait? I've just got a client due any minute.

Yeah. Yeah, of course. I'll talk to you later, yeah?

Yeah, yeah...

Actually, Lola...

Do you know what, start Monday.

What? What, are you serious?

Yeah, well, you did really well yesterday.

I might have even underestimated you.

I can't believe it!

You'll be starting at the bottom, mind you. Minimum wage,

doing the stuff none of the other girls want to do.

I don't care. I don't care. I'll do it for free if I have to.

Not for free... Thank you.

All right, go and celebrate.

Just take it easy, I need you here first thing, OK?

Yes, boss. Thanks, bye.

I've only gone and done it.

I got the job!

I'm just going to go and tell Pops, all right?

There's actually something I've got to tell you.

What? What is it?

I kissed Lauren.

I was going to leave you the week Lucy died.

My suitcase was packed. I'd called the cab.

I, erm...

I saw your suitcase in the kitchen.

Why didn't you say anything?

That way I could pretend it never happened.

Yeah. Well, we've done a lot of that lately, haven't we? Pretending.

How do you mean?

Oh, come on, Ian, let's face it. You were lonely.

I was lonely. And this...

it just suited us both.

There's more to it than that, and you know it.

Think back to when we got locked in the Minute Mart together.

We laughed, we got drunk... Why can't we go back to that?

You really think it's going to be that easy?

Oh, come on, look,

there's got to be something worth fighting for, hasn't there?

And what about them lot out there?

Because they're going to think it's my fault, you know.

Who else knows?

Mick and Linda.

Linda? But she only just found out before I...

Who else?

No-one.

Ian...

Phil. But that's because Rainie was blackmailing me.

Great(!) So that means that Sharon'll know.

Then probably the whole Square.

Anyone else?

Ian.

No...

Denise, please...

Denise! Denise! Can we talk about this downstairs?

You knew?

How long?

It's not his fault. He wanted to tell you.

So why didn't he?

-Erm...

-Because he had a stroke.

That's why you wanted to put him in a home, isn't it?

-No. No, it wasn't like that.

-Yeah.

You were worried he was going to come out

with your dirty little secret.

And there was me thinking you couldn't stoop any lower.

So what is it about Little Miss Perfect, Peter, eh?

-Sometimes...

-Sometimes what?

I feel like she's the only one I can talk to.

And what about me?

-Well, you're different.

-How?

Because...

Because I'm not Lauren.

All right, well, you said it was just a stupid kiss, yeah?

It doesn't mean we have to break up, does it?

I love her.

And does she love you?

I don't know. No. I don't think so.

So what is the point of all of this then?

It's unfair... I can't keep stringing you along.

Unfair? You know what's unfair?

Making me feel like I'm second best to some alky.

Look, don't talk about her like that.

I should have seen this coming months ago, you know?

I mean, she's been sniffing round you long enough, ain't she?

Do you know what, Peter?

I only ever tried to make you happy.

And this is the thanks I get.

I'm so...

It's not like you've never made a mistake, is it?

-Oh, I've made plenty.

-Yeah, look at our engagement party for starters.

Really? That was just a stupid little kiss.

Yeah, but I forgave you.

So what, Ian? Are you saying that that makes us even? Is that it?

Who was it?

It doesn't matter.

Or were you just trying to make me jealous?

Is it that hard to believe that someone finds me attractive?

It was Arthur.

Arthur Fatboy?! He's just a kid!

Don't you dare try and turn this around on me.

All right. Why?

Because he wanted me, Ian.

Because he made me feel...good about myself.

All right. So we've... We've both made mistakes.

My only mistake is not walking out that door when I had the chance.

-You know what? There you go again.

-I'm sorry?

You're trying to take the moral high ground.

I mean, Denise, face facts, all right? We've both been lying

to each other. We both know the real reason

-why you stayed with me.

-Because I wanted to help you.

No, so that you could save me!

Everyone knows you like nothing better than a lost cause.

I mean, look at your exes, all right? Kevin, Owen, Lucas...

I mean, don't worry. Denise will save them.

-Patience of a saint, that woman.

-Don't...

Is that what I was to you?

Just another piece you could stick back together again?

You'd just lost your daughter.

I couldn't just walk out and leave you.

Do you know what?

I'd rather you'd done that than stayed with me out of pity.

Pity! I stayed with you because I cared about you, Ian.

I still do.

Because that man that made me laugh,

that I kissed in the Minute Mart...

..he was gentle and he was kind.

He was a good man.

-Look, and I'm still all those things.

-No, you're not.

You're a liar and you're a cheat.

I just lost my way, that's all.

There you go again. Trying to make me feel sorry for you.

Well, it's not going to work this time, Ian.

And do you want to know why?

Because while you were out there, getting your rocks off

with that woman,

Lucy...? She was lying dead on the common.

Don't.

But that's something you've got to live with. Not me.

So have you decided what you're going to do?

I've got some mates...

SHE LAUGHS

What?

They're not your mates. They're just scum who take your money.

You don't understand.

What I don't understand...

is why a bright,

beautiful young woman is bent on throwing her life away.

It hasn't been easy for me, you know.

Oh-ho-ho!

There you go again. Making excuses...

You know what? Just go.

What're you doing?

Score whatever you like. Kill yourself, for all I care.

Get off me.

Because anything's better than not knowing.

Waiting for the phone to ring.

You think I want this?!

You think I don't wake, every single morning, wanting what Tanya has?

Then fight for it!

Wh-what's...happening?

OK, I'm just going to pack a few essentials, all right?

And we can send for the rest tomorrow.

Denise. Please don't go.

I tell you what, why don't you give Jane a call?

And then she can pick up where I left off.

Oh, no, sorry, that's right.

She hotfooted it to Birmingham

the first chance she got, didn't she?

Where you going to go?

Back to Patrick's, of course.

You won't manage on your own.

I haven't got much choice, have I?

Let me help you, please.

No. I don't need anything from you.

PATRICK GROANS

The money we'd saved for the wedding.

Look, please just have it.

Keep it. From what I hear, prostitutes ain't cheap nowadays.

It's OK, I can manage.

Before you say anything...

I'm sorry, all right? I didn't think this through properly.

But it's done with now, so we can put all this mess behind us, yeah?

Can we?

Because I can't stop thinking about how you put me and the kids second.

Do you know what I had to do yesterday?

Sit there and lie to Denise's face, that's what.

-I'm sorry.

-I never asked to be part of any of this

and, yet, here I am still getting dragged into your mess.

I should've been there for you.

But you weren't, were you?

Yet again it was left for me to sort out.

All right. I should've nipped this in the bud weeks ago.

I just...

I just need one more chance, please.

To make it up to you and the kids.

Because...

I'm nothing without you, L.

Peter... My mum's on the phone. Do you mind if we...?

I split up with Lola.

-I almost forgot. Here you are.

-You don't have to do this.

Oh, yes, I do.

Because you know why?

I deserve so much more than you ever gave me.

-I really should go and talk to Ian.

-Just leave them to fight it out.

He's all yours.

-It hasn't been working for ages.

-I'm still with Dean, though.

That doesn't change anything.

Me and you, though...

Me and you...what?

You should talk to Lola. She'll understand.

I don't want Lola. I want you.

Peter...

And if that means waiting, that's just what I'll have to do.

Right, let's get you out of that chair, shall we?

PATRICK TRIES TO SPEAK

No, it's all right. Please. Don't.

I just want to pour myself a very large glass of wine

and forget that any of this ever happened.

No...

No. No, no, no.

I'm going to check out the back.

Are you serious about getting clean again?

I said I was, didn't I?

Then you can stay here for as long as you need to.

It ain't going to be easy.

Especially with the Carters living across the Square.

That's the least of my worries.

What're you talking about?

Lorraine?

It was Ian, all right? Mick had nothing to do with it.

Do you mean to tell me...

..that I stood in that bar and publicly attacked that man

and all the time it was Ian Beale?

What were you thinking?

Trust me.

Ian is better than some of the drunks I end up with.

One bloke punched me so hard he fractured my eye socket.

Right. I'm going to speak to Mr Papadopoulos.

See about you sharing some of my shifts.

What are you talking about?

You're going to need money if you're planning to stick around.

I can even talk to Dot, if you like.

See if she can get you involved in that church of hers.

I... I'd like that.

Right.

This marks a clean slate for you and me.

Where you going?

First things first. I'm going to apologise to Mick.

Mum...

Get us some chips on the way back, will you?

I told Cindy I'd pop in and see her later.

You're no use to anyone in this state.

What am I going to say to everyone?

-You're just going to have to front it out.

-I can't believe I did it.

Look. Why don't you go and have a shower?

Then come round to ours later for a bit of dinner.

And you never know...

you might even get this one to make one of his famous curries.

It's going to take more than a biryani to sort him out.

Which is why I'm calling Michelle.

You got everything?

Yeah. Where's Lexi?

She's with Pops.

Do you mind if I say goodbye?

No, it'll only confuse her, won't it?

I always knew this was going to happen.

I never was good enough for you, was I?

Here you are, making me go to college when I was quite happy

-doing people's nails.

-It wasn't like that. I wanted...

Just leave it. Oi. I want a word with you.

-Lola...

-Everything all right?

-Yeah, yeah, it's fine.

-I'll see you Monday then, yeah?

I'm sorry.

Do you know what? I don't know why you keep saying sorry.

If you was sorry, you wouldn't dump me, would you?

-Everything all right with you and Lola?

-Yeah. It's fine.

It's all right, I've got this.

Cora. What can I get you?

I don't want a drink.

I'm here to apologise. To both of you. What I said,

it was unforgiveable.

You should've thought about that before you opened your big mouth.

No, it's all right, Shirl. It's all right.

She's every right to be angry.

Do you realise how much grief you caused?

I'm sorry.

It's a bit late for that.

I think this has gone on long enough, don't you?

Get the old girl a drink. It's on me.

Now there's a once-in-a-lifetime offer.

Thank you.

You see?

I told you things would start getting back to normal didn't I, eh?

Oh, what can I get you?

I just wanted to thank you for our little chat that we had yesterday.

You don't have to thank me.

Oh, no, it meant a lot what you said back there.

I mean, we've both been victims, haven't we, of that woman?

-Her daughter.

-I don't want any trouble.

Sorry, except you're not a victim, though, are you?

Because you've known all along.

I'm sorry.

I bet you two have been having a right old laugh at my expense.

-It weren't like that.

-What is it, though, eh, Linda?

Do you get off from playing the martyr? Is that it?

Having the odd cry at Fatblasters... "Oh, look at her. Poor thing.

"She's had a real hard time of it, ain't she?"

If you've got a beef with anyone it should be me, not Linda.

Now, YOU lying to me I can just about understand. But, you...

-I thought you were supposed to be my friend.

-I am.

Look at you both, eh? Ah, the perfect couple.

Everybody's friend.

Just answer me one question.

Why would he lie for someone that he hardly even knows?

Hmm?

Well, it doesn't say much for your marriage, does it?

Yeah, that's great, thank you.

-Hi.

-Hiya.

How's Cindy? Where's Dad?

He's having a shower.

Is everything all right?

Well, I'll let him tell you.

Sharon...

Denise is gone.

Gone where? What's happened?

She... She found out I'd slept with a prostitute.

-I'm sorry.

-Ian, I've packed everything I could think of.

Anything I've forgotten you can get when you're out there.

What are you talking about?

That's your boarding pass sorted out.

Hold on, what are you two going on about?

We've booked you a flight to go

-and see Michelle tonight in Pensacola.

-Tonight?!

Yeah. And she'll pick you up at the airport, OK?

I thought you said I had to stay here and front it out?

Well, just for a few weeks, let the dust settle.

OK, what about Cindy and the baby?

You can pop in and see them on the way to the airport, can't you?

And the restaurant?

Yep. It's taken care of. OK?

Say something.

What do you want me to say?

Come on, Ian. The car's outside.

Don't listen to Denise.

You will always be my girl.

You know that, don't you?

I'd like a taxi, please.

The Queen Vic, Albert Square.

Going to Watford.

As soon as possible.

SHE SOBS

I've left my purse behind.

L, where you going?

To see my mum. She's hurt herself, Mick, I should go.

Yeah, yeah.

How long you going to be?

I don't know, Mick.

I just need some time.

You're OK, though, yeah?

Yeah, of course.