31/03/2016 EastEnders

# Baby mine, don't you cry

# Baby mine, dry your eyes...

# Rest your head close to my heart

# Never to part, baby of mine

# All those same people who scold you

# What they'd give

# Just for the right to hold you

# From your head down to your toes

# You're not much, goodness knows

# But you're so precious to me

# Sweet as can be, baby of mine. #

Oh.

You're not laughing.

No!

It's OK. It's just Mummy.

SHE SOBS

There... There's a good boy.

There you go, lay down.

Mick!

Watch Ollie!

Is there any news on Louise?

Oh, Ben.

You're not going to work? Sit down, take a seat.

Can I have a tea, please?

-No, I'm fine.

-No...

You are amazing.

After everything you've been through, babe.

And there's me, up half the night, promising I'll help Dad...

Listen, it's just, until I know what he's facing legally...

Look, Ritchie rang. The police have stopped interviewing Phil.

You need to give her a call.

They've got to charge him, ain't they? I mean, criminal damage,

public nuisance...

Arrogance, stupidity...having a head like a potato...

Yeah.

Kathy says that Sharon spent half the night at the hospital.

And that Lisa's still a no-show.

Whatever the police decide from here on in, it all hangs, don't it,

on how badly Louise is hurt?

-BEN:

-Ritchie, I just spoke to Abi. What's going on?

OK... Yeah.

Thanks, Ritchie.

Ben?

SHE SIGHS

I'll get the car.

Right, thank you.

Phil gets a slap on the wrist. That is it.

Maybe an Asbo if Ritchie doesn't work her magic.

It was the desk that saved Louise, apparently.

Anyway, she's got blood on her lungs,

that's why they're keeping her in. Three broken ribs and concussion.

At 3am this morning, she has got me

running round the hospital looking for a feather pillow.

I said to Ronnie, you take her one...

And her mum's chucked her out,

so now I've get an invalid to add to the alcoholic... Linda?

Yeah, it's good Louise ain't seriously hurt.

You know, no lasting damage...

You must be relieved.

Linda!

Sorry.

I'm not ringing her.

You ring her...

No-one is ringing Linda.

Got that right. She's left her phone.

Where do you think she's gone?

Bit of fresh air and a paper, most likely.

-I'll go look for her.

-No, you won't, she knows where she lives,

she knows what day it is. And she can tell the time, can't she?

Linda won't have forgot.

That health visitor appointment has been on the calendar

ever since the hospital made it. How could she forget?

Well, she thinks he don't need it.

Hey. Some coffee would be nice, thanks.

You don't have to do this.

Well, slip Ian a tenner, he'll think Christmas has come early.

It was like being hit... It was like... It was like...

someone took the blindfold off.

You've lost me, darling.

Baby Mine, from Dumbo...

No.

It is Ollie's song... I weren't... I weren't trying to test him.

Mick did say, but I weren't even thinking.

Ollie has just always...

He's always laughed at me singing it...

Cruel in one so young!

Oh, Linda...

Oh, Sharon! This morning...

..there was no reaction...

Nothing. Nothing, there was nothing!

There you go.

Thank you.

Could, erm... Could I have a knife and fork, please?

Demanding...

That's why I dumped you.

-Thank you.

-You happy, yeah?

Yeah!

I should go.

-Yeah, go, go.

-No...

There's the family you're landed with

and then there's people you actually like...

Running around. Sorting them out.

Quite frankly, I'm sick to death of the lot of them.

I think I knew, Sharon.

Linda, will you stop? Knew what?

You don't know anything.

Maybe Ollie wasn't listening.

Even I don't laugh every time you sing.

No... Poor Mick's been saying it and saying it.

My own baby is... He is different.

And I knew and I was too... What, blind or stupid or...?

What kind of mum does that make me?

-RONNIE:

-Have you seen the state of him?

-BEN:

-Ron, listen, I've got him

an appointment with the same liver consultant.

Plus, he is booked back in for the alcohol support meeting.

Ben...you can't trust him!

I mean, look at poor Abi.

He is a liability. He's dangerous.

Did you hear what Ritchie said yesterday?

But he's sober now...

For our own sakes, we have to be tough, OK?

Phil is not wanted unless he stops drinking.

And the bottom line is...he can't.

With all this hurt.

Even when he is dying...

he...just can't do it...

because...

Because he's just like his dad.

-'Oh, hello, pussycat.

-Meow!

-'Oh, this feels nice. All furry.

-Meow!

'Meow, meow!

'Meow, meow...'

Dad?

Ben... It's too late.

All kids love their parents.

But you're a natural, Linda. You're warm, kind. Great landlady.

You know, I've even thought, in certain lights,

you look a bit like Princess Diana.

You're making fun of me now.

Yes, I am.

You missed off "selfish".

"Scared," Linda. Scared is allowed, isn't it?

Kushy?

Oh, come on, sweetheart. How am I the enemy?

Look, just let me see your face, yeah?

We'll have a quick coffee and a hot cross bun and...

set my mind at rest.

You're never going to leave your mum on your doorstep at Easter, are you?

Do you know? Do you know...

I would swap you for a daughter.

And I know that sounds harsh, but...

I have got friends, they're on spa weekends and big family lunches.

How did I get three boys and not one of them has even bothered to...

What did I do wrong? Kushy?

OK... OK, I get the message.

You're a grown man. And you want some time alone...

I am an independent woman, yeah? I've had to be.

Married to your father for so long...

You want to talk, you just... You just let me know when you're ready

and I will see if I can fit you in, Khoroush Kazemi.

Now I'm here, I might have to do a bit of shopping, then.

I'll probably be in the caff for a couple of hours if you...

..if you change your mind.

I've got one of those blending-in faces.

People think they've actually seen me,

when I've just been sat here on my own, watching telly.

Anyway, no-one's going to miss me on the market, cos it's Easter, so...

if you wanted to get away... Me and you...

Break some rules.

Yeah, OK.

Yeah, we could do something exciting, like, erm,

British Library.

URGENT KNOCK AT DOOR

Or something actually exciting.

All right, you need to come home.

Yeah, I need to cancel an appointment.

With the liver consultant.

Yeah. Yeah, I got it wrong.

It's Mr Philip Mitchell.

Mum's just gone AWOL.

Yeah, well, Dad don't want to see me, does he?

Yeah, we agreed she's best off out of it.

Yeah, well, Dad's given up.

Just when he can finally do something,

he's decided to shut himself in the living room and watch CBeebies.

-Ah.

-Aunt Babe has gone back to bed

and the health visitor is due at 11 o'clock

and we are seriously going to let Ollie down if someone don't

get their nuts together and ask all the right questions.

Me and you both know I'm not the sharpest tool in the box, Nance,

so I really need you there.

And considering, you know...

Yeah, OK.

Yeah. Yeah, go, you should... You should go.

-Right, I'm coming.

-Right, I'll see you in a bit.

Look, thank you...for everything.

And for not saying anything about Kush.

-I'll see you in a bit.

-Yeah.

I tried to use my key. Cook him dinner.

He's put the safety chain on.

Kush, he really don't want nothing more to do with Arthur, does he?

Oh, he'll calm down. He always was a sulker.

Two coffees, please, Tina.

Oh, and a flapjack... The thinnest.

OK, I'll bring it over.

I'll pop it through his letterbox.

Don't give me that look. I've seen how you are with JJ.

Yes, darling, but he's four.

Yeah, you adore him.

Boys, they are somehow more vulnerable.

Did I show you the little Easter card that JJ made for me?

Oh, so many times of the year,

they just don't seem right without a little 'un.

Oh, Martin, don't tell me you've forgotten.

Course not... Whatever her ladyship wants.

Forgot what?

Rebecca's gig night at The Albert.

-Course.

-Are we doing cake or are we not doing cake?

What gig's that now?

Just go, all right? Before I hit you.

If you're not back from football, I'll fetch Lily...

Now Stacey's due home any day, I've got to get my sparkle quota up.

Did Lily tell you about the glitter pens I bought her?

And I've bought Arthur the most beautiful Baby-gro

that looks like a pineapple!

You broody or something?

No. You mad?

-HE COUGHS:

-Broody!

I'm sorry, I know it's a bit awkward...

but I'd been hoping I'd get the chance.

Would you see it's passed on, please?

For Arthur... For Easter.

It's not from Kush. It's from his nanny.

Dad, I just want to help.

-Do you know what...

-Mick!

Oi! Ollie's just gone down.

Right you are... Never fear, the cavalry is here.

Whitney has told me everything

and I'm jolly glad she did. Hospital wants to "wait and see"?

Is that what they said? I don't think so. We need action.

Lee, tea, if you would, darling.

Haven't even done the early-morning tidy.

I mean, what sort of impression is that going to

make on the health visitor?

You do know where the Hoover is?

And your clothes, Babe?

This is exactly like what happened when her dad died, isn't it?

Yep. And what happened then? Yes...

If Linda is going to bury her head,

we do not give up on her.

She'll be back. We do not fall apart, we all pull together.

And we have got 27 minutes to do it in.

Right, let me have a look at this toilet.

Oh, dear!

Bleach. I need bleach!

-SHARON:

-'I'm so tired of going back on my word...'

I'm not stupid. I'm all threats and no action, I know I am...

I talk a good fight. Do you know what, Linda?

I am so tired of even thinking about him.

Honestly, I started to go off him before he became an alcoholic.

Totally ruined wine for me...

Is a bit early.

He's a terrible husband. Doesn't even know where the iron's kept.

That's what I liked best about him. A proper man.

The strong, silent type.

And that's the thing that winds me up the most now.

These days, I'd rather have a bloke who can cook and who's handy

with a duster, rather than someone who's handy with his fists.

But?

But...there's a part of me...

You know, it's probably just me, but I forget I'm old.

OLDER, thank you.

Only when I look in the mirror, it's 1992...

and I'm falling in love with this man who makes me laugh

and adores me, fancies me...

Gorgeous bloke, I thought. He was such a great listener.

He was my rock, Linda.

You know, it's obvious Phil hasn't got long left...

I tell Ben that...the bloke we knew is long gone.

But I miss him...

Can't help hoping he'll come back.

Call Mick.

And say what?

-So we're up here.

-Thank you.

-After you.

Put that way, quick. Come on, sharpish.

Oh, how do you do?

Welcome.

Elaine. Mother-in-law.

Well, you're ten minutes early, but it's not a problem...

We're ready for you. Would you like to come in?

-Hello, love.

-Hi.

Hi.

You don't even realise you've got plans for them, but you have.

Driving and marrying and...

I struggled with Johnny... Not cos...

I mean, I'm not...

You just want them to be happy.

Do you know that Nancy's had another seizure? It's stress.

Cos Mick's blaming her. I just...

I can't shift this feeling that I'm...I'm being robbed.

I mean, walking and talking and going to school...

They're the basics, you know. You take all that for granted.

You just assume. How can I say all this to Mick?

I can't believe this is happening to us.

What if Ollie don't get to do any of it?

What's his life going to be like? His future?

His... What happens when we get too old to look after him?

Linda... Linda! You take this one step at a time.

Look at me. Look at where we were at Christmas.

And look at Denny now.

Yeah, I know.

First things first, yeah?

You've got to get the professionals involved - doctors, hospitals,

health visitor. Call them if you have to, you know?

You've got to find out what you're facing.

Oh.

What?

Oh!

Linda? Linda?

I've got to go. Sorry, thank you!

TEXT ALERT

Denise Fox?

-Ollie's crying more.

-He's not sleeping, either.

You used to talk to him, he used to react.

He used to laugh when Linda sang to him...

What we need to know is if Ollie is ever ill like that again,

how do we keep him safe?

No, no, what we need to know...

Does he have permanent brain damage?

-Basically, we want a second opinion.

-No, we want a first one.

-At the hospital.

-Yeah, now, please.

-Please.

Shock...can play havoc with your hormones. Get to a certain age.

I am not menopausal, I'm only...47.

Ms Fox, you do understand what I'm telling you?

And I do understand that social services can make mistakes.

No. We have found Amelle. We've found JJ's birth mother...

alive and well.

I've, erm, I've stopped. Ain't touched a drop.

Course you have. Congratulations... Is that it?

Sharon. Sharon, I hated my dad.

I hated him.

Tell Ben I don't blame him for trying to suffocate me.

Look, if I'm going to die, I'm not going to do it as my dad.

I'll be all right here. I'll get a kip and...

..sort myself out.

I'll get back on my feet and I'll...

I'm going to check myself in to one of them private clinics.

Course you will.

I'll get down to Ritchie's office and I'll free up...

I'll free up some assets for you.

I'd drive you to whichever fantasy future,

but I've had a drink myself.

-Sharon...

-No.

If I had any idea that my life with you would be

so massively disappointing, I'd have stayed with Grant.

No way back?

Not a chance.

What do you mean, it's too late? What did you let her go for?

She can't have been here more than half an hour.

-Where were you?

-She said she had other clients.

She said we just need to wait till our next appointment.

This stage, she's just making sure we're a safe environment.

Just wanting to get a picture of the family dynamics.

You what?

-Do you want a drink?

-No, I'm all right.

-Hiya.

-All right?

I hope someone slapped her.

-Mick wouldn't let me.

-And you told her, this health visitor woman?

You said to her, what about Ollie?

He needs help.

And not just from us.

But from a doctor, he needs a referral.

-It'll take weeks...

-No.

-Mum, it'll take months.

-No.

We just have to wait.

And what if every day he gets worse?

What if there is stuff in his head getting worse?

What if something could be done, right now, to help our son?

No... Look, I'm not having it. Where's the hospital number?

Nancy, that GP emergency line... Come on, please!

Listen to me.

You listen to me...

I might not have been as quick as you...

..but I get it. All right? I get it now. And we...

It was an accident. It was just an accident.

And they are not making it worse.

They are not fobbing us off.

We will get our baby what he needs. Our boy, Mick.

Whatever it takes.