20/09/2016 EastEnders

SHE CHUCKLES

There's plenty of time.

I should have asked Gloria.

I'm only changing your clothes.

Sonia's off this evening.

Masood goes Friday.

It's like everyone's moving on.

I know it knackers you out,

but think how good it's going to feel, bit of fresh air on your face.

Well, fresh might be pushing it a bit.

But new lipstick, a bit of mascara - always makes you feel better.

Is that it?

You are just going to ignore my suggestion? Again, Les?

Yes.

If that's what it takes to shut it down,

if that is what it takes, Pam.

Our grandson is dead.

That murderer stood up in court yesterday and he lied about it.

And your suggestion is that I put on a dress?

Are you actively trying to upset me?

I think some sort of healthy emotion might not be a bad thing.

Have you suddenly developed unexplained amnesia?

Will you stop being so nasty?

Nasty?! You do remember how you reacted, Pam? Disgust.

That is not true.

Disgust, Pam!

I will never, ever forget.

You really want honesty?

Have you any idea

the effort it has taken me not to turn to Christine?

For you, Pam.

And what? What?

We pay out our life savings in blackmail money and now

suddenly you are not sick at the mere mention of her name?

All I know is that we have got to find a way of talking to each other.

It's a no. It is a no! Les.

Shut up about her, Pam!

Quick as you can, please, Rebecca.

I ain't leaving here until I say goodbye to you.

What you doing?

Nothing.

What's she doing back?

Getting back on that horse.

What, an hour before we close up?

Welcome back.

Yeah, welcome back.

You sure you're feeling up to it?

Good to have you back, Pam.

No.

Oh, Pam.

I'm not saying he's perfect.

No. But anyone's going to feel inadequate

if she keeps making demands like this.

And, I mean, how is it picky just to want your house clean?

Cheeky mare. You should have said something.

Oh, Whitney didn't mean to be rude.

She didn't even realise what she said, she's just young,

obsessed with doing it right.

I tell you what though, I didn't make her bed today.

Well, I don't know anyone under 30 who can afford

a place of their own in London.

She can pull her own curtains, do her own washing.

I very nearly didn't make her a cup of tea this morning,

but then I thought that's just being petty.

Just because Whitney's pregnant

doesn't mean they're going to get a council house, not these days.

Have you said something to them?

Oh, no, Mick reckons we don't give our opinion unless we're asked.

I am biting my tongue so hard, I've got an ulcer on it.

Well, Whitney will realise she's really lucky to live here.

She's not going to get a better offer.

I've got to shoot, I'll see you later. Bye.

SHE SCREAMS

What are you doing here?!

Your face!

Why are you here? Why are you here?

BABY CRIES

Lauren, go.

No. He's not due to wake up yet, so...

Listen, I am the new expert at waiting.

Come on, who are we kidding?

Bit of blusher and a few rollers

is hardly going to hide the obvious, is it?

The minute we're out that front door, no-one will see me anyway.

They'll just talk to my wheels and the air above my head.

Mum always said you had a moany side.

Screw them.

Who cares if everyone stares?

Who cares if no-one notices?

You're doing this for yourself.

Yeah.

Yes.

When I come back down,

I want your eyeliner finished and your toenails painted.

No, but it won't be long.

Little steps.

We've all seen how far you've come.

You know, not everyone in this house is blind, Jane.

Your mum always said you had a very kind side.

When we're finished, if Ian dares to talk to your wheels,

I'll run him over.

You never even warned me, though.

How many false starts have we had, Whit?

And suddenly this morning there's this judge saying there ain't enough convincing evidence,

case falls apart and I spend ten minutes on that video link,

my mouth opening and shutting like a goldfish.

Midday, I am packed up, kicked out,

bag on my back, ten quid to my name. Bada-bada-bing, baby!

It's over. It's just starting, sis, it's just starting.

Come and stay with us.

No. I... Yes. It'll be fine. Mick will be fine.

He ain't going to see you out on the street, is he?

He got his money back, didn't he?

If it comes to it, you can stay on the floor,

just till you get yourself sorted.

Me and Lee, we're thinking about getting our own flat to rent.

Come and live with us.

Ryan, we could afford it, we could flat-share. Ryan!

Yeah. That's just what I was going to say. I can't wait to tell Lee.

But not Walford, Whit.

Wakefield.

What?

It's only leftovers from lunch.

It's just I know how hard it is to be bothered

when you've got things on your mind.

That's very kind.

No, no. Babe made too much today anyway, so...

I heard that the...

Those boys claimed that they were innocent in court yesterday.

I know what it's like when people lie to the law,

if that's any consolation.

Yeah, well, there's a lot of evil in the world.

So Babe made this?

Yeah. Yeah.

No, thank you, I would rather starve.

I was just trying to do a nice thing!

Les.

Les.

I am so scared of winding Les up, I don't talk about anything.

You know, I gave my hankie away yesterday

to the mother of the boy that killed Paul.

No. Yes. What are the chances? And actually...

I quite liked her.

I can't even tell Les, because it's all about containing him.

We both know he struggles talking about feelings.

Yeah, well, I'm sick of it.

Of course, normally, I could talk to Paul,

cos he gets his grandad, but...

Oh.

I do miss him.

All that future, all the plans,

all the possibilities.

My beautiful boy, just...

I know this place pays the mortgage,

but death is a terrible invention.

I know.

And it goes on and on.

And I... Well, I know it's selfish but it's not just

Paul's life that's over.

All our plans, our little dreams. Retiring. A house by the seaside -

we were looking forward to it.

And Les...

Les won't consider any of it now,

and I am trying so hard.

Cos I'm still here and there's no use in wallowing.

But honestly, I am struggling to see the point.

We know that time doesn't heal,

but you know that, over time, Paul's loss will hurt a little less.

Then a little less.

A little less.

I am so lonely.

Right, if he goes grey, call me.

It's just a bit of a twinge.

I really shouldn't have been so ungrateful.

I'm on a slightly short fuse.

You're going through a nightmare.

Those homophobic morons have robbed you of your grandson,

let alone lying about it.

You should be angry.

I'd be demanding the death penalty.

Yeah.

Yeah, I've tried that.

A prison officer? That's against the rules, isn't it?

Yeah, well, only if you get found out, which is how come

Helen's applied for the earliest transfer.

Wakefield.

Yeah, moved up there in August, took the first place she found.

It's a bungalow - it's knackered, but there's four bedrooms, a garden,

750 smackers a month.

No!

Me and you always said...

Living on the same street, I know.

Look...

no pressure.

I know you've got a lot of stuff happening here but

there's a room with your name on it.

And Lee.

And another one for the biscuit baby.

If you want.

No, it's not a relationship, though.

It's not a relationship if he just picks you up when he feels like it and not even Snapchat you.

No.

But he's so peng.

And I've got this whole look going,

and I bought a new contour kit this weekend.

Maybe he's just not into you any more.

Oh, well, I better go to Kettering then.

I would.

No, I'm sorry, but if I had a mum who wanted me,

I would stay with her whatever.

Boys our age are so immature.

My mum is leaving today, Louise.

Cos you're lucky. Cos you've got choices.

If you had a dad literally dying in front of you, you'd understand, Bex.

He likes you.

Just cos testosterone don't do it for me,

don't mean I can't read the signs.

When men throw things at you, it means they like you.

And if you don't pick that up, I'm telling your mum.

PHONE PINGS

She'll get stuck in rush hour.

Yeah. Serves her right, selfish cow,

going off and getting a life and that.

You know it ain't you she's leaving.

Look, Bex, I know I'm not the wicked stepmother any more,

but take it from me, if you don't say goodbye, you will regret it.

Tina, if you want to say goodbye, then go say goodbye.

I've got homework to do.

I was going to say good...

bye.

It's my day off.

The rest of the week, I am flat out.

I'm basically not even here.

They're always getting you to put in extra hours,

you know, if you can.

There's always some animal that needs watching, or data updating.

And every third Thursday, we all go out for a drink.

Like all of us - it's a social whirl.

We are all really close, the whole practice.

You won't forget Dot, though?

No. No.

Just look after her a bit.

Much as she'll let you.

PHONE BUZZES

Yeah, course. Definitely.

Bye, then.

It's your instinct. You worry.

I was awful when Johnny came out.

We always just knew.

It was only when Paul went to secondary school we had problems.

Some of the names he was called.

The night he came home without his blazer.

Year 7 - pandemonium.

Paul was crying,

refusing to tell us who'd took it, refusing ever to go to school again.

Promised to call Childline if I made him.

Oh, I was seething.

I spent a lot of life's big events so wound up I can't speak.

The truth is knowing when you need to.

Yeah.

Anyway, Paul locked himself in the bathroom, good two hours of silence.

Pam coaxed him out with Jaffa Cakes, if I remember.

Promised to sort it, and we did.

Well, you can when they're still kids.

She told him,

"We can cope with anything,

"as long as we talk to each other."

You're lucky to have her.

I can't believe he's finally free.

I can't believe you let him in.

He was the last person I was expecting, Martin.

Last time we saw him, he was kidnapping your daughter.

OUR daughter. Mine and his.

What's this? Has he been sweet-talking you, has he?

Eh, Stace? Working the old charm, has he?

Go on, what did he say?

Well, he said sorry.

How do you want me to hold a grudge when he's going to be all the way up in Yorkshire?

He's just a waste of space.

Well, he's offering maintenance.

OK.

Well, I'll give him a second chance then.

Gently, gently.

I am being gentle.

I'm OK, Ian.

Love, you are more than OK.

You look great.

Ian Beale - say anything for a few quid.

Just stop... Stop here.

Here's good.

See?

I told you I wouldn't leave without saying goodbye.

Yeah.

Bye.

If you want to have a go, then do you want to get on with it?

I've got biology to do.

You...

are the most amazing, gorgeous, talented, intelligent girl I know,

and I could not be more proud of you,

even when you are being a right cow.

And I can't wait for you to move up next June, and in the meantime,

if you ever, ever need me, ever, you text, you call, you Instagram,

whatever it is and I will be there.

Whenever, day or night, I'll come and get you.

Because I love you.

You're so embarrassing.

Yeah.

I'm your mother.

It's my job.

Thank you.

OK.

Bye then.

Bye.

Well, how long do I have to keep quiet?

L... No, Mick, I don't care if I am sticking my oar in,

cos there comes a time...

You know, the idea of you moving over the Square was bad enough,

but Wakefield?

No, no.

You listen to me, cos I am going to talk to you like you was Nancy.

I know this is all very exciting, but you have got to get

your head out the clouds and start thinking practically.

Who do you even know in Wakefield?

My brother, Linda.

Oh, you mean the one who was banged up? The one on the run?

The brother that stole off us?

Ryan has always been there for me.

Mum, don't upset her, please.

But how will you live, Lee? What will you live on?

It's hard to believe, but there are jobs in Yorkshire.

Yes. Not enough. And what about the wedding?

We ain't decided nothing yet.

Come on. You know we cannot afford a house around here.

This is our only chance.

To what?! Cut yourself off? Cutting us out? Why would you do that?

And what happens... I'm sorry, but what happens

if he gets depressed again?

Ryan's going to have his own life going on.

You'll be up there trying to look after him and a new baby on your own.

Yeah, well, I won't, all right, thanks.

I mean, that's a bit heavy, but if that's the case then

he'll go to a doctor's and get a prescription.

Because it's mad, but there are GPs in Yorkshire.

Ryan is my family.

So just stop worrying...

You don't just switch it off!

You will see.

I know you think it's all cute clothes and cuddly toys,

but from the minute they are born, and for the rest of their lives...

This is your home.

You might as well be a Carter.

I thought we was your family now.

Be happy.

Be happy.

HORN TOOTS

HORN TOOTS

'See you in a bit.'

Done. Helen's put the cash on my card -

straight-through train from King's Cross.

Been waiting a long time for today.

Yeah, well, I would do it all again, Whit. In a heartbeat.

Wakefield, here we come.

I can't believe I finally got you back and now you're going again.

Hey, listen, it's cool.

Me and you have spent our entire lives trying to find a place we fit.

You've found it.

Yeah.

Come here, you little stinker.

Oh, sweetheart, come here. Come on.

It's all right. Come on, sit down.

You wait until your one's nesting and mine's insisting

on practice runs to the hospital.

I mean, hormones and women - it's a fascinating combination, boy.

Are you home?

PHONE BUZZES

Where are you?

It's Christine.

Hello.

'I'm sorry...'

It's OK.

'I am so sad, Pam.'

It is OK to be sad.

'I miss you.'

I know. Me too.

'I'm sorry.'

I know.

'I miss you.'

I miss you, too.

LES WEEPS

Maybe you should have worn some waterproof mascara, though.

Let's go, shall we?

When the trial's over.

Sell up.

Get our dreams back.

Worthing, if you want?

Yes.

Let's start again. Can we?

Me and you.

Somewhere new.

Yes.