02/01/2012 EastEnders Omnibus

GLASS TINKLES

-So, Yusef did that, eh?

-Shh.

-What?

All right, guys?

It's one thing me lending you Kat's clobber. It's another you looking better in it!

My baby.

Oi, oi, oi, come on. It's all right. It's all right.

SIRENS WAIL IN THE DISTANCE

Come on, girls, you don't need to see this.

Come on, off you go. Go on. That's it.

MASOOD COUGHS

He has full thickness burns.

HE COUGHS

He'll need skin grafts.

HE COUGHS

Why did he even go into that building?

He thought I was there.

Afia Masood?

Can we have a word?

Dad, you...

HUMS: "Ding Dong Merrily On High"

Ooh, I thought you'd gone to see Sonia with the others?

No, didn't fancy it.

Didn't fancy it, eh? Sit down. I'll get you some breakfast.

Nana Pat?

Liam?

There's these trainers, in the sale.

They're only £20.

You've already had your presents!

But I really wanted trainers.

Did you see what happened out there last night?

Just be grateful that weren't us!

Try being happy with what you've got.

I've been discharged. Someone's got to come and get me.

And hurry up, will you?

I've got to get to Denise before she does something stupid.

Your dad, he's been discharged.

-Not that you'd care.

-See. I knew he'd be all right.

He just wanted to wind everyone up.

You make me sick.

Thank you.

Mum.

Mum, we can see Tam now.

I don't think I can do this.

-I should go be with Kamil.

-Amira's got him.

It's Tambo who needs his mum right now.

They found my dad.

-She OK?

-She's been in the hospital all night talking to the police.

She's exhausted.

Either you go in there or I will, and if I get soot on these shoes, trust me, you're going to take me

down to Oxford Street in that fancy van of yours and foot the bill. So what's it going to be?

-Huh?

-OK.

-All right then.

Come on, like I said, Kat's taken the kids to Charlie's.

-We'll get the football on in the pub and have a lock in.

-Yeah...

What's the matter with you? Cheer everybody up! Birmingham away, we'll murder them.

-Come on, Paddy, what do you reckon? Come on...

-Jake!

-Oi, oi, oi, Alf.

I've found something. Can you log this down?

It's the fireworks.

Now, I knew the small matter of Christmas wouldn't keep you from your desk.

If you sing Silent Night, I might take a contract out on your life.

So, that's what happened to all the carol singers round here.

I was wondering if you fancied disaster tourism, check out that B&B.

-We don't have to call it a date.

-Well, you know how to treat a girl.

Thought there might be a good investment opportunity in it for us.

-For us?

-Sorry, I didn't know. Shall I come back later?

No. What, did you just miss me so much you had to drop in to see me?

No, no, no, just thought you might want some lunch.

Well, I've got to finish making these hovels sound like palaces for the website.

-Why don't you two go?

-We don't have to call it a date.

Liam!

Now, that's not the look of Yuletide cheer, is it, eh? What's up?

-Well, Nana Pat won't let me buy these trainers I was after.

-Ah, you mean she won't give you the money.

-They're in the sale!

-Well, if you want to earn a bit of cash...

-You're not going to tell him, are you?

-Oh, so you DO care.

If I don't tell him, he's going to go straight round Jack's as soon as he gets home.

-When does it all end? With guns?

-Look, he'll kill me, all right.

You'll have blood on your hands twice over. Please, Shirl.

You stood opposite me, Kevin dead...

and you told me you were on your way to get something fixed.

Kevin knew that car was dodgy as soon as he got in it. You know that.

Did he really mention me?

What was it you said?

How he wanted my hand on his face.

Yes.

Nah, don't believe you. You're both murderers, as far as I'm concerned.

You on your way to the police station, are you?

No, to the hospital. They're discharging him.

The hospital?

No, no way!

You ready?

This sort of thing never happened to Indiana Jones.

-SHE SCREAMS

-You found it. You found it!

Thank you so much!

Thank you so much.

you've got the confession. You've had it all night. What, you looking for something to play it on?

Pops! (I've got a stitch...)

Pops! Look, I supervised the recovery of something for you!

-Sorry it's a bit burnt.

-I can sort that out for you.

-Really?

-Yeah, it's the least we can do.

Why?

Thank you.

I can't tell you how much...

Now, if you want to earn a bit of cash... Take that B&B. Decent bit of scrap in that.

-Yeah?

-Yeah. Copper piping's gold dust at the minute.

-If I was you, I'd get in there and see what I could see.

-Yeah, but there might be bodies.

You never seen a dead body before?! Well, now's your chance!

-Get in there, see if you can spot one.

-I don't want to see one.

Oi, your mother know you're out, Liam?

She's visiting Auntie Sonia.

Hi, Derek.

Important part of a man's life, seeing his first corpse.

Gives him perspective. Gives him respect.

I'm telling you, mate, get in there. It's a gold mine.

Honestly.

Pat?

I wanted to find Patrick. Give him his present.

-All right, all right. Breather first?

-Yeah.

-Yeah?

Least you could do? You might as well have just told Kim we had illegal fireworks in her house!

My throat, it feels really tight.

Oh, well, maybe you should call the doctor, then, Ant. Oh, no, wait a minute, we killed him.

# They fly so high Nearly reach the sky

# Then like my dreams They fade and... #

I think I know what we need. Especially you. Paddy?

-What's that?

-A good old knees-up.

Dad!

All right, all right, I don't need perfume inhalation an' all.

See, I told you he'd be all right.

-Right, let's get going. I need to speak to Denise.

-No, Phil.

-Don't even think about telling me I need a rest.

-It's not just that.

-I think we should go home.

-Is something wrong?

-Can we please just go?

Actually you can't. DI Savage, Walford CID. This is DC McEwan.

You one of them kiss-o-grams or something? Cos it ain't my birthday!

Philip Mitchell, I'm arresting you for the murder of Kevin Wicks. You do not have to say anything...

I always had this thing as a kid.

I always wanted to tear down the decorations come Boxing Day.

Cos after the presents go, you know, the tree and the tinsel,

they look a bit tawdry, don't they? A bit forlorn.

You must have been a happy child(!)

I think I just wanted to get rid of the old year, make way for the new one.

You're not supposed to feel like that till you're a grown up.

Saw your Liam with Derek earlier.

Probably trying to enlist his services in some scam.

You're just winding me up. You don't give a toss about Liam,

you just want Derek away from Janine.

And you want him away from the boy.

Which makes us an alliance of sorts.

What are you saying?

That we should do something. Get rid.

You know, in time for the New Year.

Now, it's just a matter of choosing the right moment.

This really isn't the place to bring kids, Derek.

Right everybody, come and get it.

It's the bacon roll emergency committee!

-Here we go.

-If you're in uniform, you qualify!

Sorry about that, folks.

Right, while they're stuffing their faces. Go on, now, lively.

Teas and coffees, West Ham mug, that's my one.

All right, sweetheart. There you go.

The rest of you, if you want to make your way into the Vic,

for a glass of festive cheer, there's nothing else to see here.

Always wanted to say that.

Oi, there's a perfectly good bench over there.

I'm sitting here in someone else's clothes, nowhere to live,

and I'm trying to...

-Kev died cos of Phil...

-I think you need a drink, love. Come on.

Come on.

-There was more, but... there was a shoe.

-A shoe?

Well, like a fancy one. Like the doctor would wear.

Well, you should get back in there.

Bit of luck, the other shoe might have a foot in it.

That was a joke, kid.

Here we go, you did well. See what a bit of entrepreneurial spirit gets you?

Have I just seen what I thought I'd seen. What were you doing in there?!

And where's your cap? You was wearing it this morning.

Didn't suit him anyway.

Go home.

And wait there till I've decided what to do with you!

Liam, home. Now!

I knew this would come back to haunt you.

Had to be Christmas, didn't it?

It's been so long, how are you?

I'm not in the mood.

Flying out to the Maldives tomorrow to patch things up with the missus.

A Yuletide Elastoplast.

Well, if it tanks, don't go to Jimmie for the settlement.

-He made a pig's ear of getting Amy back.

-We all have off days.

Yeah, well, you better not have one today.

So, where we at?

They've got a taped confession, Phil. Hardly ideal, is it?

The frame... You've done a fantastic job.

Thank you.

-That is the least we could do.

-Can I have your attention please? Thank you.

Now, as you know, we have some friends with us today

that, unfortunately, last night, lost a lot

and I think as a community we should be taking care of them, am I right?

And it's still Christmas, so let's make sure they don't go without a drink, OK?

So, dig deep, folks, come on!

We should tell him now. It weren't our fault, mate, all right?

-Yeah, well, bagsy not me.

-Bagsy? How old are you?

Patrick, I'm so sorry.

Well, the girls and them are OK, that is the main thing.

I got you a little something, it's not much.

Patricia...

this is a beauty.

Well, here's looking at you, kid.

I'm going to get us another little drink.

Alfie, Nice drop of gold watch for me and a G&T for the lady, please.

You don't mind me buying your woman a drink, do you, Michael?

No, no. Fill your boots, Derek, fill your boots.

Bit weird you're not buying anyone else one, though.

Pat, what you having?

Nothing from you.

Can't say I didn't try.

I thought I'd have palaces in all the cities, you know.

-And everybody would stay there. Oprah...

-Sorry, love.

-Denise, we need to talk.

-They've arrested him at the hospital!

Good.

-So that makes you happy, does it? Do you think it'll bring Kevin back?

-How dare you!

-Let's talk out the back.

-We did this to protect you. Tell her, Pat.

It was better you didn't know everything.

-You thought it was just me, didn't you? Well, it ain't!

-Listen, I...

I loved Kevin dearly. His death was a tragedy.

But what good would it have done you, Carly, Deano,

even Libby and Chelsea, to have known all the details?

Wasn't your grief enough?

You were so devastated. We couldn't add to that!

My life. My life is mine.

It's not yours to just edit as you see fit.

No, no.

How could you? How could you, Pat?

No, I want to be alone!

# ..Merry Christmas, everyone!

# We're gonna have... #

Derek.

About them fireworks...

Yeah?

They all went up in the fire. It wasn't our fault!

Fireworks?

Take a day off, Stalin.

Nothing in my licence conditions says I can't have a good time.

-Stalin?

-I prefer Joseph. I'm Derek's probation officer.

I can't just be happy he's dead.

He's my dad!

No-one expects that.

But you can have your life back. You can have Zainab back.

It's not like that.

I want my dad back.

Come...

Let's pray for him.

There you go, Paddy.

If I get a report that you're on the rob, I've got to investigate.

Oh, come on, Joe!

Look,

if you do this every time someone with a grudge wants to grass me up,

-you might as well move in with me.

-Now there's a thought.

That's the trouble with you probation officers -

you're always worrying about what's going on in the gutter, you miss what's going on up here.

And what is it I'm missing?

That I'm an honest man. Tell him, Alfie.

Tell Stalin here what a pillar of the community I am!

-Salt of the earth, our Derek.

-Yeah, I don't know what we'd do without him.

Michael!

-Hey, boys.

-Hey, Kimmy.

-You all right?

-What you drinking?

No, I better go find Denise.

-I can't leave her walking the streets. See you.

-See you later.

-I better nip home and check on Liam.

-Kim!

-Yeah?

-If you've got nowhere to stay tonight,

you can, um, stay at ours.

-Ours?

-Yours?

-Are you serious?

-Yeah.

Thank you so much! It's the best Christmas present ever!

Come on!

-Can your brother live with those two girls and keep his mouth shut?

-Yeah.

THEY PRAY

HE COUGHS

HE COUGHS

'No more stolen cars. No more cut-and-shuts.

'Want somebody else killed?'

So...

..that's pretty comprehensive.

I'm surprised you didn't admit to the Kennedy assassination while you were at it.

I would have said anything to get out of that situation.

Because what you can't see and you can't hear is that they pulled a knife on me.

What, are you suggesting you were forced into making this confession?

I feared for my life.

Reading from the transcript of the confession:

"You ask me that again, I'll kick you out of that suit."

You don't sound overly concerned to me.

Well, of course I don't sound concerned.

You can't let them know you're scared. Got to give it to 'em back.

Is that all you've got? It really is pitiful cause to arrest my client.

No, it's not all we've got.

See, in a little room down the hall, there's a fella called Dougie.

And Dougie's faced with a choice.

Whether to tell us who sold the cars he stuck together...

..or whether to go to prison for even longer.

Afia, what are you going to say to him?

-I don't know.

-Well, think.

-Zainab.

I think...when he wakes...

..I'm going to say sorry.

I don't want to leave her tonight.

She needs you.

We all do.

Masood,

I've been thinking...

..about how you saved me all those years ago

and I was wondering, would you mind, please,

doing it again?

You don't need saving.

You just need pointing in the right direction.

Mas...

Come home. Come home.

Don't you talk to me like that! I saw you coming out of that building!

What if it had collapsed on your head?

-It was just a pipe.

-Well, I wonder if the police will see it like that.

-The police?!

-Yeah.

Knock, knock. The door was open.

Thought I'd pop in and make sure Liam wasn't taking the heat for my mistakes.

Upstairs, Liam. Now.

I will not go back inside, Pat.

Then leave the boy alone.

Oh, I think the boy needs someone like me in his life.

I mean, Ricky hardly cuts it, does he?

Ricky is a good man.

Oh, I see, you're using the word "man" loosely there.

Very good.

Liam's a good little worker.

Takes instructions. Gets the job done.

How could you have let him go in that building?

What if it had collapsed on him?

If you don't take any chances in life, Pat, you'll never get anywhere.

That boy did some growing up today.

Oh.

Now, here's one for you.

What happened to the old dear who couldn't keep her mouth shut?

No?

No-one ever found out.

Shirl, Ritchie's here.

Is he out?

Shirley, they've... they've charged him.

Conspiracy to deal stolen cars.

It's serious. With the evidence they've got, he could get years.

Pat?

What's taking you so long, girl?

You know, everybody likes the hat, you know.

CLATTERING

Pat?

Pat!

SHE HYPERVENTILATES

Pat!

When people leave things behind and don't claim 'em,

I usually give them to the vicar for the homeless,

but I thought under the circumstances you might want 'em.

Because you are homeless, in a manner of speaking.

Yes, well, it's very thoughtful of you, Dot,

but I think we'll manage with what we've got.

Oh, well, I'm sure somebody will be grateful for them.

Oh, my lord. What have you come as?

I thought I'd go to the Masoods' and pay my respects.

I'll need a good bottle of wine, nothing cheap and nasty.

We don't do cheap and nasty.

And, anyway, you can't take wine to a Muslim wake.

-They don't drink.

-Oh.

Why you'd want to mourn a man who nearly killed us and put Tam in hospital is beyond me.

You shouldn't speak ill of the dead!

The man was a psychopath and a bully!

We better be going. I'm ever so sorry, Denise.

Come along, Rose.

Rose. ..Dot.

-Are you OK?

-Yeah, I was, until the Sisters Grimm rocked up.

I don't know what's worse - Rose's misinformed nonsense or Dot's pity.

You can bet everyone thinks the way they do, one way or another.

-Maybe you shouldn't have opened the shop so soon.

-I'd rather be here than over at the Moons'.

Not exactly a home from home, eh?

I just thought if I work, it might take my mind off everything.

But it's never as easy as that, is it? I'm sorry.

It's not been easy for any of us, really.

Yeah, but you've had more than the fire to deal with though.

The Arches is closed, it looks as though Phil is still in custody.

Well, that's something then, isn't it?

-Cheers. You couldn't do us a favour, could you?

-Anything at all, babe.

Could you help Kim go through the list of insurance companies?

She can't remember who the policy's with.

If we get that sorted, then that's a massive weight off our minds.

-All right?

-Ricky.

-Any news?

-Yeah, doctor reckons I'm going to be fine.

Really?

Well, he'll sort out stronger pills for my heart and then I can go home.

Ricky! Don't go all soft on me, it's good news, innit?

Yeah, it's just, you know, last night...

-Well, we all thought that, you know...

-Hey!

You can't get rid of me that easy.

Why don't you go get a cab, love? I'll sort myself out.

Yeah.

Going somewhere, Mrs Evans?

Yeah, home. There's a G&T waiting for me with my name on it.

Don't worry, I won't be having it till a reasonable hour.

Unnecessary alcohol units aside, you can't leave yet.

As we discussed, a pulmonary embolism can be very serious.

I feel better since you gave me them injections.

All the same, we need to establish the cause

and we can't do that until the results of the CT scan are back.

-Oh. How long's that going to take?

-Let me chase up the department, bang a few heads together.

In the meantime, you need to stay put.

Syed!

Can you clear your father's things from here, please.

People will be turning up again soon and I want everything to be perfect.

I can't believe we're still going through with this charade.

People will show up anyway, all right? Do you want to spend all day turning them away from the house?

-As his wife, it is my duty.

-Duty? After everything he did?

Thought I'd take Yasmin for a walk.

-Shall I take Kamil too?

-No, thank you. He should be here.

-Can't you talk sense into her, get her to stop this?

-I agree with your mum. It's what we need to move on.

Besides, it's good to keep busy at a time like this.

Yeah, maybe.

Thanks for your help these last few days.

We have to pull together, don't we?

How's Tamwar?

Pretty out of it. Masood's still with him.

I would have stayed, but I thought I should be here.

No-one expects you to, if you find it too hard.

No, I want to.

If Mum can get through this, then so can I.

You'd better get changed then. You too, Syed.

Everything must be right.

-I don't want a fuss!

-Well, I'll pour it away then, shall I?

-Thank you.

-You've got a visitor.

-You all right?

-Hiya.

-Hello, Patrick?

-Thank you.

How's the patient today?

She's not a patient, she's a person, and she's fine, thank you!

Can't have been nothing for them to keep you in overnight.

They just wanted to run a few tests, that's all.

So, what time you picking me up later?

Later?

Yeah. I fancy going out. This lot are doing my head in.

Oi, I heard that!

-Six o'clock OK?

-Perfect. And don't be late.

-Patrick.

-Mm?

We'll make it a night to remember, eh?

What?!

Us oldies have got pulses and all, you know!

-Come on, you two, let's go kid's club.

-Bye, Nana Pat.

-Bye, Nana Pat.

Bye, darlings. Ricky...

if you want to make yourself useful, keep looking for a job.

We're still short on what we owe Janine.

-Pat, stop worrying about that. Me and Ricky have got it well under control, haven't we?

-Yeah.

Hello?

Hi. The door was open, I hope you don't mind me coming in?

No, no, of course not.

You'll have to take your shoes off, I'm afraid,

if you want to go through.

There are people here to mourn Yusef.

Right.

Patrick, I am so sorry that I have not come over

to apologise for the B&B.

Don't worry yourself about that. I was just wondering how Tamwar was getting on?

He's in a lot of pain, but he's alive.

So, I am grateful for that.

I still don't understand what he was thinking, going back in there.

I guess we'll never know.

-I'm so sorry, I have a lot to do...

-Yeah, yeah, of course, of course.

Look. we'll catch up later, all right?

As-Salamu alaykum.

-Thank you.

-He's a big bloke and he's refusing to pay up,

so I need a bit of muscle. Please, come on, as a favour to me?

No more favours, Janine. But, if the money's right...

Oh, I will make sure that your cut reflects your...expertise.

You better give me that address then.

Derek.

Bianca.

And what can I do for you?

-Lay off Pat.

-I'm sorry, have I been bothering her?

She's stressing about the money she owes you. She shouldn't be.

-She's just out of hospital.

-Oh, no, is it serious(?)

-She's had a scare with her heart.

She wheels that one out whenever she's after something.

And you know as well as I do, that old bag is going to outlive all of us.

Unless, of course, they choose to legalise enforced euthanasia.

You are sick, do you know that!

What sort of person gets their kicks out of picking on old ladies?

I didn't run up Pat's debt, all right? She did that by herself!

I used to feel sorry for you when you was a little girl,

do you know that, Janine?

The way your dad used to push you about from pillar to post.

But I can see why he did.

To send you away so he didn't have to look at you.

He knew then that you was rotten to the core.

That's why you've turned out such a bitter cow.

Derek.

She gets more like her mother every day!

Pat certainly knows who to send when she wants to push your buttons, don't she?

You going to let her get away with that?

You are such a star!

Listen, any time you want to stop at Kimberley's Palace,

I'll sort you out, yeah? Free of charge.

All right then, see you. Bye.

I take it you found the right one then?

Yep. He reckons once they've sent over the loss adjuster thingy person

and I've done the paperwork, we'll get our pay-out.

Shouldn't be more than a couple of weeks. So we are back in business!

Hey, we should go bigger and better, don't you think?

Maybe we should walk before we run, eh?

Listen, I'm going into town to look at all those snazzy furniture shops.

Only window shopping, that's all! All right?

See you later.

Janine! Oi, you've got no right!

-I'm sorry, Pat, I tried.

-It's all right, darling.

I'll be fine.

You don't look very ill to me.

And you ain't brought a bunch of grapes. What do you want, Janine?

I'm going to have to get the interior designers in once you've gone.

I mean, this whole tart's boudoir thing isn't really my style.

That's debateable.

So, Bianca's been shouting her mouth off

about how I should leave you alone because you've been so poorly.

-She shouldn't have.

-That's exactly what I thought.

She seems to think she's calling the shots, when that's my job.

But she did get me wondering about whether, I don't know, the deadline I gave you was very fair.

Really?

Yeah. Really.

I mean, it just gives you more time, doesn't it, to come up with pitiful excuses like "heart problems".

-And so I'm bringing it forward.

-You can't do that!

Read the small print, Pat. I am well within my rights.

Shall we say five o'clock, tomorrow?

How am I meant to raise that sort of money so quick?

I don't know!

Maybe you can just sell something.

Then again, maybe not.

Oh(!) Here they come,

the chest pains, how very convenient.

If I stay around a little bit longer, maybe I might finally finish you off.

Just get out, Janine. Get out!

# Da-na-da-na-da-na

# Da-na-da-na da-da-da. #

I'm still in the running

How did you pay for that lot?

I've still got my plastic, innit!

-We can pay it off once the insurance comes through.

-Did you spend much?

Put it this way, it ain't cheap looking this good!

Hey, D, check this out. They've all got sales on right now.

We act quick, forget about Kimberley's Palace,

we can transform that place into Kimberley's Dream Palais!

Don't buy anything else, not now.

All right, all right, take a chill pill, yeah.

Hey, D, look, I bought you a little something.

Oh, Kim, you didn't have to.

I know, but I did. Eh, and I got you something an' all.

Can't have you going out tonight in Alfie's cast-offs, so here you go.

I wish you hadn't, you know...

Now, listen. D, that is so your colour.

You have to take it back, all of it!

What?

The insurers won't pay out,

not once they find out about everything!

What are you on about?

I stashed some illegal booze and some fireworks in the B&B.

I'm the one to blame.

THEY WHISPER PRAYERS

If it's too much, just say.

I'm OK. Really.

You sure?

KNOCK AT DOOR

I'll see who it is.

Hello, Zainab.

I thought...

I thought you were in Pakistan.

It's been a long time.

30 years.

Afia, you poor child.

How could you come here, after everything you've done?

Who is this?

This is Tariq.

Yusef's cousin.

They were very close, when we were first married.

They never stopped being close.

I think you should leave.

I have every right to pay my respects. To be with my family.

I'm not your family.

I won't be a part of what you did.

You disgust me.

-You will always be your father's daughter, Afia.

-No!

I'm glad he's not here, to witness your disrespect.

How dare you!

How dare you come to this house,

while my son is lying in hospital,

and show no remorse for what has happened.

You turned Yusef into that man.

Now you get out of this house, and you don't ever, ever come back.

You heard her.

Afia. Afia, I will never let that man through our door. I swear.

I can't do this! I can't go back in.

-Afia, please...

-I just need some air. Please...

I just want to ask everyone to leave, how can I do that?

It's OK. I'll tell them you need to go upstairs for a rest.

-I'm sure they'll take the hint.

-Thank you.

We might have saved some of our stuff, got a few things out,

-if only we'd had a bit more time...

-I know, I know, and I'm so sorry.

And now, we're not going to get nothing.

Nada. Zilch!

I mean, why were you even flogging that stuff, huh?

Your pension not enough?

Look, Kim, I'll do everything I can to pay you back.

I'll go to Janine, take out a loan.

You know what, you're not wrong!

And then we're going to use that loan and get a new flat,

cos we ain't going out to that burnt out dump with you again, innit, D?

Give us a moment alone please, Kim.

With pleasure!

How could you do this to us?

It was an accident. I never thought things would have turned out..

No, no, no. No.

Not the fire.

The lies.

I thought we could talk about anything, you and me.

You were so low, I just didn't know how.

All those people who've let me down over the years...

I half expected it.

I mean, after a while, you do it to protect yourself.

Prepare for the worst...

Cos that way, if it happens, you're ready to face it.

But I never thought that I had to prepare myself

to be let down by you.

I never thought I had to.

You were the one constant.

The closet thing I thought I had to a dad.

Yeah, but I'm the same person I've always been.

-D, you know I wouldn't do anything to hurt you.

-But you have.

Afia?

Denise. I know you must be angry and...

What, with you?

Oh, don't be daft.

What are you...

What are you doing out here?

Not sure. I couldn't face it before.

How could my dad do this?

Hey... Hey!

None of this is down to you, OK?

Why don't you go home?

Doesn't feel like home any more.

Zainab, Syed and everyone... they say the right things,

but I can't help thinking that every time they look at me,

all they really see is an intruder.

Nah. No. I know Zee.

And I know that all she'll be wanting to do right now is to support and take care of you.

What she feels for you, inside, that's never going to change.

Seems like my feelings change every five minutes.

Yeah, well, I know that one.

The main thing is that you lot, as a family, you are still solid.

You stay strong, I tell you, you can get through anything.

Hello, Simon, it's Mum. Yeah, yeah.

Listen, I know you've been busy with Christmas and all that,

have you had a chance to transfer any of that money yet?

What's he done now?

DOOR SLAMS

I wish I had your faith.

It's not always easy. But it's a comfort.

I keep trying,

but instead of prayers, I end up thinking about what I did.

If I hadn't let Dad go, none of this.

You know what, we've all made mistakes this past year.

You never told me what happened with Tamwar this morning.

I talked to him, but it was like he wasn't really there.

Sometimes I think he never will be again.

He will. Afia, he will.

I know that your father is gone

and that I am not your mother, but...

I don't get even know why you're doing this!

-Cos I overreacted, and so did you!

-Overreacted?

There's pairs of shoes in that B&B

that's lasted longer than any boyfriend I've had.

Chels and Lib are your babies, those shoes were mine!

The point is, we lost a few possessions, nothing more.

Compared to some people round here,

we came out of that fire in pretty good shape.

Kim, we've still got each other, we've still got Patrick.

And right now, we're the closest thing to family he's got.

He needs us.

Come on.

Come on!

Patrick...

I didn't mean all that stuff that I said earlier.

No, no. I deserved it. Every word.

No. You didn't start that fire.

And I know the only reason

you didn't say anything about them fireworks

was cos you didn't have the bottle.

The bottom line is,

if you hadn't taken me and the girls in all them years ago,

I'd have been homeless a long time before now.

Kim, all Patrick's ever done is look out for us.

It's time we returned the favour.

I'm sure Alfie will give me some extra shifts at the pub.

And, Kim, I meant what I said about getting a loan.

We still might get lucky with the insurance.

They can't prove Yusef didn't chuck in a few rockets as well, innit?

Do you know, it's not often I say this,

but Kim, she makes a good point.

So, um, can I can keep the clothes?

No!

You sure you want to talk to him, after all this time?

It's not a case of wanting to.

B...

steer clear of Janine.

Look, I'm sorry, Pat.

I know you were only trying to help, darling.

I'm proud of you.

You couldn't be more different from your father if you tried.

Blimey, what drugs they given you at that hospital?

Have you been sitting here all day feeling sorry for yourself?

I've every right to grieve.

-Dr Khan and I were very close!

-Rose, you was an employee.

I probably knew the man better than you did, you know,

what with all my ailments.

We had more than a working relationship. We had chemistry.

If he hadn't met Zainab first, who knows?

Oh, give me strength!

I'm going out. I've done a lemon drizzle cake for Tanya,

and I said I'd take it over tonight.

I know I'm a silly woman, with silly fantasies.

But going into the surgery every morning,

knowing that someone like Dr Khan needed me...

made me feel important. And now, the things people are saying...

I don't want to believe them.

Yes, well, people don't always turn out like we want 'em to, Rose.

I'll make us a nice cup of tea, shall I?

Now, no more tears, Rose Elizabeth.

And no more of this, neither.

David, it's your mother.

Just when I thought you couldn't sink any lower, you find a way!

Your brother's wife! How could you?

Why, David? How could I have got it so wrong with you?

KNOCK AT DOOR

-Hi, Patrick, she's just in the living room.

-Thank you.

Pat? Pat! Pat! You all right?

Come, come.

You all right?

SHE GROANS

They should never have discharged you earlier!

-Oh, Pat...

-I'm not going back there and that's it.

You didn't even wait to get a diagnosis?

I know what's wrong with me.

It's stress!

What with Bianca mouthing off, Janine demanding her money,

Simon and David at each other's throats. I'm worn out.

It's nothing that a good knees-up with you won't fix.

Pat, Pat...

You think I don't know what this is all about?

At our age, going into hospital always feels like a big deal.

-It's all right to be scared, you know, babe.

-I'm not scared!

But, them places...

How are you meant to stay healthy

with all them sick people around you?

And I'm not going to be one of 'em.

That is not going to happen, OK?

It seems to have got worse.

The chest pains, the breathlessness, everything...

Maybe my ticker's finally had it.

Oh, nonsense!

Yeah, but if I go back there, and they tell me that...

I've got to face it, haven't I?

And you will!

You are a survivor.

But you've got to know the enemy to be able to fight.

Ready to go visit Tam?

I knew today was a mistake.

It's not that.

There are other things.

Syed, things you don't know.

Well, then tell me. Let me help.

Poor Afia feels so guilty, but I'm the one...

No, you're not, Mum. You couldn't have known how far Yusef would go.

You don't understand.

The only thing you're guilty of is falling for the wrong person.

You've got to stop beating yourself up about it.

Because we all need you, Mum.

You fall apart and we all do.

One coffee, as the lady requested.

I'd could do with something a bit stronger.

Well, seeing that you've already had your tests...

You sly old fox!

Medicinal purposes.

Cheers.

Mmm! That is just what the doctor ordered!

Is this a great date or what?

Date now, is it?

-Would that be so bad?

-You know me...

long as I've got a drink in my hand, I ain't complaining.

Hey, next time, we're going to do it properly.

Dinner, dancing... and maybe a nightcap?

If you play your cards right.

Mind you, we'll have to go round to my place.

Yours has seen better days!

What you doing here?

Is that why the coffees took so long?

I'm glad you called. You should have told me you were back here.

Ricky, give it a rest, will you!

I'm beginning to think this place ain't so bad after all.

It's quieter than home.

You been drinking?

What's up, Doc?

I wish you hadn't run off and ignored our calls.

You said any more clots could be thinned with injections.

It's not the clots that concern me, it's what's causing them.

Would you prefer to talk in private?

We'll catch up later, all right?

-I don't have to go, do I?

-No, Ricky, come and sit down.

Go on.

Although you've been experiencing breathlessness,

this isn't a heart issue.

Not directly.

The CT scan revealed some abnormalities.

It's not my speciality, so I'll be referring you to an oncologist.

-Oncologist. But that's...

-I'm afraid it's not good news.

The abnormalities suggest cancer, Mrs Evans.

Blimey, Jean. How many kids we got comin'?

Oh!

-You think I've made too much, don't you?

-I think we're going to be eating sausage rolls till Easter.

It's just that I never got to do this for Stacey or Sean.

I was always either in bed or in the Co-Op in my nightie.

Tommy's going to love it.

Yeah.

Well, Shenice is blowing up balloons

and Anthony and Tyler are sorting out more bunting.

And Mo has put herself in charge of entertainment.

Fat Elvis on the bongos.

Bleedin' hell, it's hot in here.

Mo, are you sure you're up for this? I mean, kiddies entertainer?

It takes a certain sort of person.

-What're you trying to say?

-It's like asking Shirley Carter to baby-sit.

You'll be eating your words later, Kat. Them kids'll love me.

Go and relax.

Go on, go and spend time with the birthday boy.

What would I do without you, eh?

Where is Tommy?

And, more to the point, where's Alfie?

Pat?

Right here, darling. Right here.

How you feeling?

Like I've done nine rounds with Mo Harris!

Don't look so worried.

A couple of days in here and I'll be as right as rain, won't I?

Yeah, course you will.

If I can survive Lou Beale as a mother-in-law,

cancer's a walk in the park.

But Ricky...

Don't tell anybody. I mean it, you promise?

All my life I've been gossiped about in that Square.

The last thing I need right now is a sympathy parade.

Anyway, you haven't got time to be fretting about me.

We've got to figure out how to pay madam back.

Don't worry about that.

There's a battered old Jackie Collins next to me bed.

There's 30 quid stuffed in there.

You'll be all right, won't you?

If Peggy Mitchell can come out of this fighting, so can I.

I love you, Pat.

Go on. Go on, away with you.

Shall I tell you something?

You see down here, just there. That's where you was born.

That's right. There was Mo and there was Grandad Charlie.

They were puffing away, they were going...

HE PUFFS

We were jumping up and down as well. We were panicking. Just like that.

It was incredible. And your mum, your mum squeezed my hand so much,

you know I could hardly pour a pint for a whole year.

But, you know what, I've got one regret. You know what it is?

That the first person you saw was Mo. You will have nightmares about that for the rest of you life,

but I will get you through it.

But you know what happened then?

Your mum wrapped you in a Queen Vic tea towel and put you in my arms.

And I looked in your eyes, like that, give me kisses.

You made me the luckiest and proudest daddy

in the whole wide world.

Yes, you did. Yes, you did. I was so lucky and proud.

Oh, look who's here, Mummy's here.

Just showing Tommy where he was born. Weren't I, mate?

This year ain't exactly been a walk in the park, has it?

What do you reckon, Tommy? What's this year going to be like? Tell me. Whisper. Really?

He thinks we're going do brilliant at the Olympics... Whoa!

And the Hammers going to Europe! Come on, you Irons! Yes.

And what about us?

Here, Tommy, what about me and Mummy, eh?

What do you think? Let me see.

Oh, Tommy reckons me and you are going to do just fine.

Mrs Evans.

I'm Daniel Etheridge. Consultant oncologist.

Been waiting all morning for you.

-How are you feeling?

-Bored and ready to go home.

So what's the verdict?

Yesterday's scan established the presence of several tumours.

Further examination suggests that these originated in your pancreas.

What does that mean?

Well, I'm afraid to say the tumours have spread quite significantly.

Where exactly?

There are secondary cancers in your lungs,

abdominal cavity and your bones.

Oh.

So, where does that leave me?

Well, the only treatment options we have are palliative,

which means we won't be able to stop the disease

but may be able to slow it down.

I thought it was just cos I was knocking on a bit, you know?

My heart the way it is and the odd jippy tummy.

The angina has made the symptoms of the pulmonary emboli difficult to detect.

Would you like me to call your family, Mrs Evans?

See if I can get someone to sit with you.

No. No, no. They've got enough on their plate.

There are some treatment options I'd like to discuss.

Or would you rather have a moment?

I'm sorry it wasn't better news.

Haven't you forgotten something?

-You'll get your money.

-Yeah, well, make sure I do.

I'd hate for Pat to incur a late penalty.

I hear Pat's been up to her old tricks again.

It's no wonder her ticker's feeling the strain,

-carrying all that excess baggage.

-You don't know nothing, all right!

-Ricky?

-I've got to get back to Bianca.

What's wrong with you?

-I haven't had a peep out of you since yesterday.

-Do you want something?

-Tommy.

-What about him?

-His birthday party at the Vic, or something.

-And you're asking me?

Yeah, yeah, because I know you like party games and I'm partial to a bit of jelly.

-Is someone going soft in their old age?

-Please! You're joking.

That child is a millstone round my neck.

No, got to keep Alfie sweet, or he'll sniff around for maintenance.

You know what he's like.

For Pat.

For Pat.

Thank you. Oh, yeah, I'm collecting for Pat.

A bunch of flowers from the stall holders.

This is ridiculous. The woman has got heartburn, Patrick.

Maybe you should talk to Ricky, eh?

What about? Do you know what? I've had it.

I've had it with my family and all their stupid games.

It's a number for the council's housing list.

You might want to tell Pat to put her name on it.

Come to gloat, have you?

I was visiting a friend actually.

Thought I'd pop in, see if you got any grapes going spare.

Hate hospitals.

Brings it right back to me when I lost my Jimmy.

-He was my Jimmy an' all.

-Change the record, Patricia.

-You were never good enough for my brother.

-This coming from an old brass.

I always thought it would be the clap that finished you off.

So, this, this friend you've come to visit. Do I know her?

You might've seen her around. Brash, tarty,

too much make-up.

You can't buy class, Mo Harris.

Used to ponce about in this fake fur coat.

That weren't fake.

Made her look like a washed-up old trollop.

Green's not a good colour on you.

What's there to be jealous of?

I had the looks. The pick of the boys.

And what did you have? An old lock-up full of knock-offs.

Me and you. We ain't all that different really, are we?

You take that ba...!

-SHE COUGHS

-I'll get the nurse.

I'm all right.

You're a tough old bird, Pat.

Whatever it is, you can beat it, can't you?

Course I can.

I best be going.

You keep that chin up, yeah?

All three of 'em.

-Jammie Dodger and Pat's earrings. Any luck?

-50p and a hair bobble.

Well, it all helps. Here, how about me and you have a girly night?

Facepacks and I'll do your hair however you like.

I like the way Nana Pat does it.

Well, you can teach me and it'll be a nice surprise when she gets home.

-Stick the kettle on, B, I'm parched.

-She's in here.

-What're you all doing here?

-Come to pick up a few bargains, innit?

-What're you doing!?

We haven't enough cupboard space as it is. Besides you've not worn half of these in years.

-You can't just go selling my clothes!

-There's some of mine in there.

-If I was you, Carol, you'd want to save some of those granny cardigans for Dee and Dot.

-Ha-ha(!)

Right, so that's 40 I've borrowed from Jack, 30 I've taken out the till. I've left Shirley an IOU.

I've got 30 that Pat stuffed in her Jackie Collins.

It's like a trolley dash round the charity shops.

-I went to fashion college, I'll have you know.

-Yeah?

If you'd told me 30 years ago I'd sell the shirt off my back to help Pat Wicks,

-I'd have laughed in your face.

-Should we call David?

He wouldn't want to know. Besides, what's the point of worrying him if she's on the mend?

All right, I'll take these leggings, this tarty top and this silver Puffa.

The Puffa's not for sale.

You know, I saw Janice earlier. She had a right face on her, she did.

Changing room?

-Toilet.

-Thanks.

The treatments you were talking about earlier. What are they?

We've had to rule out radiotherapy as the cancer is too widespread.

Right. What about chemotherapy?

Well, it's certainly an option but given the advanced stage of the cancer, this wouldn't be curative.

There's also a question of whether you would be well enough to withstand the treatment.

-Pat?

-He's family. So...

how much time would the chemotherapy buy me?

It's difficult to say exactly. Two, three months, maybe.

-Months?

-And there's no guarantee with a cancer this advanced.

-What's he talking about, Pat?

-And the side effects?

I'm afraid it can be very tough. Both physically and mentally.

Will someone tell me what's going on?

Why don't I leave you two alone for a moment?

Pat?

Right, all we need is Tommy's mates to get here and we're good to go.

I know. He's growing up so quickly, isn't he?

Tell me about it. It'll be dirty mags and blackheads in no time.

When I think about what happened last New Year's Eve...

-I can't believe we're here, Jean.

-Come here.

Has anyone seen my... Ow! Excuse me, what is this?

-That's my pass the parcel.

-Oh, really, here we go. Catch then.

-How many layers has it got?

-14.

Has anyone seen the camcorder?

Oh, I think Mo took it round to Fat Elvis'.

-Oh, I feel sick.

-Do you?

Doesn't matter, we'll improvise, it'll be fine.

-Where is that old trollop?

-She went to get some Spanx. That was a couple of hours ago.

But I promised Tommy a dinosaur.

Don't look at me. I get claustrophobic in confined spaces.

Well, who else is there?

Right. We've got banners, we've got balloons and streamers.

What are you all looking at me like that for?

Tyler, you the man!

-I'll just go and check on my flans.

-Thank you.

-I just want it to be perfect, Alfie.

-It will be!

We've got balloons, we've got bucket loads of bubbles.

We've got Tweenies on a loop.

And a pass the parcel bigger than Phil Mitchell's bonce. What could go wrong?

-Oi Oi!

-Oh, here she comes.

Where's the birthday boy? Here, Alfred, crank up the music.

-Let's get this party started!

-Go on, girl!

If I don't have the treatment, what happens to me?

We're here to support you whatever you decide.

-I don't want it.

-Don't listen to her. She's not thinking straight.

-Ricky...

-You are free to change your mind at any time.

-So what're you saying? You're just going to give up on her?

I have to respect the patient's wishes, Mr Butcher.

Then we'll go private. You know, we'll get a second opinion.

Ricky, pass my things.

I really don't think you should be putting yourself under any strain.

You think I want to stay here a minute more than I have to?

The cancer is interfering with your blood-clotting mechanisms.

I'd urge you to continue the course of anticoagulants.

I've had enough drugs pumped in me to last a lifetime, thank you.

You know what I really fancy? Ian's cod and chips.

At least let me speak to our palliative care team.

You do understand that without treatment

you could have very little time.

How long?

I'd strongly recommend you contact your family with some urgency.

I'll get one of my nurses to help get you dressed.

Get me home, Ricky.

Just get me home!

-Where've you been!?

-I caught them loitering down Turpin Road.

You're lucky they haven't been kidnapped by some degenerate.

Oi! What have you got there?

Liam, I hope you ain't been thieving again.

We sold Auntie Janine's Christmas presents.

-You never?

-250 quid there.

-That is wicked.

-With this and 145 here.

-Where does that leave us then?

-Well, a fiver short.

Well, I was going to treat myself to a new scarf down the sales...

but I think Pat's need is greater than mine.

Aw! I could kiss you, Dot.

-Here you are.

-Do we get to go to Tommy's party now?

I think you've earned yourselves a little treat, don't you?

-I'll wait here for Ricky, yeah.

-Go on, run upstairs and get your party clobber on. What's left of it.

A little bit of Tabasco, I think, yeah.

Something to get Mama hot under the collar.

Raagh!

-Brilliant.

-Why is it always me who ends up looking like a mug, eh?

You looking for a cave girl, babe?

-Oh, yeah.

-I love a man in uniform. I got you a present.

-It's a bit late, sorry.

-Thanks. Thank you.

Tom from Kasabian's got the same one.

Is that right?

Yeah. You can't dress like an Essex boy for ever, can you?

Oi, Ant, you're the Emo. Not me.

Afternoon. Tyler, what have you come as?

-What's he doing here?

-Ty...

Good Christmas? Really? That's interesting. Brilliant.

I had a great one, thanks.

Loads of stuffing. Party this way, is it?

Yeah? Brilliant.

How do I sign this? Michael seems a bit formal.

Then you should put Daddy.

Michael.

What's that scrag-end doing here?

Kat, I see Father Christmas was generous with the fake tan this year.

Look. Tommy's birthday coming soon to a multiplex near you.

Who invited him?

It's Tommy's birthday. He's family, isn't he?

And I've never felt so welcome. How is the birthday boy?

-Nan, where the hell have you been?

-I got waylaid, didn't I?

By who?

Just some old tart I used to knock about with.

Here we go, girls. Guaranteed to put some hairs on your chest.

She's got enough!

THEY LAUGH

Listen, Amy, she went all shy on me. I don't think parties are her thing.

I got this for James. I thought I could put it by his headstone, if it's all right.

Yeah, I'd like that.

Amy can't make it.

-That's all right. Are you going to stay for a drink though, yeah, Jack?

-I'm not sure.

Come on, you got to try some of Kim's punch, ain't ya? Here you are.

Right. Go on. Turn it down. Turn it down.

Right, boys and girls and ladies and gentlemen... That's it, in you come.

I'd like to introduce to you now, from the Ice Age,

the one, and only, Jurassicmoonapus!

-THEY CHEER

-Sorry we're late. Come on, kids.

Sorry, sorry.

Oh, Janine, pleased with yourself, are you?

-Trying to turf an old woman out of her house?

-Bi!

Let's go and get you some punch, yeah? Come on.

Lauren, go and give Nessie a kick up the backside, will you, darling?

-You think it's going to kick off?

-Never mind the adults, this is where the fun is.

To Tommy.

-To Tommy.

-You want some, do you? There you go.

There you go, little man. Is that nice? Num-num-num.

Thanks, Ricky.

I'll get Bianca to make a bed up on the sofa for you, eh?

I'm not dead yet, Ricky.

Pat!

Pat!

Der-der-der! Winston and some of the stallholders had a whip round.

That's very kind of them. You're spoiling me, Patrick.

So, how did you get on?

Well, they've let me out, haven't they?

I think Pat's getting a bit tired.

You mind how you go now, all right?

I thought, seeing as it's a celebration.

I said to Rose we'll only give token presents this Christmas,

cos I want to donate to charity.

How lovely.

I gave half to Africa and half to mental health.

I'll just go and see if they've finished with my jelly.

Oh, Jack, I said a little prayer for James.

That's very kind of you, Dot.

CHATTING

Take him.

-What am I supposed to do with him?

-Go on, you'll be all right. I don't care.

I don't want my new coat...crisps.

I thought you lot would be at home downloading songs onto your new MP3 player.

No, I sold it.

-Sorry?

-Yeah, they took everything you got 'em

-down to Anthony and Tyler.

-You ungrateful, li...

Oi, don't scare the poor kid.

I won't be able to get him to sleep later.

-Nice to see an exception to the rule.

-What're you talking about?

Not all babies are beautiful. I'm not going to forget that.

Just getting my coat...

I'll finish up my drink. I'll come with you.

No. You stay, please, play happy families.

Ergh!

Oh, you are a bad dinosaur.

Janine!

Here you are, I've got your money here.

Well, according to my watch it's three minutes late.

So you can tell my beloved stepmother

that she's incurred a late penalty fee.

Do you know where I've been all day? I've been up the hospital.

-How is the old battleaxe?

-She's sick, Janine.

-I could've told you that and I've had no medical training!

-She's been like a mother to us

and there's you just sticking the knife in yet again.

She's really got to you, hasn't she?

Pat's all we've got left. I don't want you anywhere near her, all right? Do you hear me?

You can't tell me what to do.

I pity that Michael, you know that. There's nothing in there, is there?

I'm just glad Dad ain't around, to see what a spiteful little cow you've turned into.

Oi, don't walk away from me!

Just stay away from us!

-You want me to stay?

-No, you go to the kids. Ricky'll be back soon.

All right. I'm glad you're on the mend, Pat. See ya.

DOOR CLICKS

DOOR CLICKS

Pat...

We need to make a list.

Simon's number's in my book and try and get hold of Ian.

-He's in France, but he'll have taken his mobile with him.

-Right. What about David?

Just do what you have to do.

I could murder a G&T.

What're you doing?

-I'm getting ready to go to the Vic.

-What?

I've been drinking in that pub for over 25 years...

I'm sure as hell not going to stop now.

-Evening.

-Hi.

-Where you going?

A hotel for the night.

I just fancy being on my own for a bit.

This Pat and Ricky stuff, it's really got on top of me, you know?

That's all good. I'll give you a ring if there's an emergency.

Yeah. Reception's always bad out in the sticks.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Oh, yeah. Course it is. Silly me.

Ain't you forgetting something?

Everything's all right, isn't it? Everything's all right?

It will be.

Janine!

CHATTING AND MUSIC PLAYS

Listen up, guys, sorry. Listen up.

My little man's getting a bit grouchy. So the party's over.

THEY GROAN

Who am I kidding? No, there's a free drink for anyone who can be downstairs in 30 seconds.

-Go!

-Oi, what about the kids?

-Whit'll keep her eye on them, won't you, Whit?

-Yeah.

Just stick 'em in the bedroom and calm 'em down a bit.

-Tiff. Pass my jacket.

-I think I'll just have one, you know, to celebrate.

-Just the one.

-Tommy's special day. Come on, Tiffany, come on.

-Coming down, Alfie?

-I'll be down shortly, just going to look at the highlights.

I can't believe we pulled it off.

Yeah. You know I love you, Mrs Moon.

See you shortly.

-'Happy Birthday to you!

-Ready? Blow!

-Blow!'

'You don't think Alfie loves you?

'No. No.

'Does he hell...

'He looks at me now and he can't see past Kings Cross.

'Good for a bunk up though, but honestly, if you asked him,

'he wouldn't want to marry me again.

'He don't trust me, don't talk to me, there's nothing to say anymore.

'If he could figure out a way of giving me the boot without hurting anyone he'd be on it like a shot.'

MUSIC: "The Good Life" by Tony Bennett

Dot, my dear, can I tempt you to dance?

Yes, well, all right. As long as there's no funny business.

Once upon a time there was a greedy dinosaur and his name was...

Jeffrey.

This is boring.

Raagh!

He was so greedy he used to gobble up girls and boys for his tea.

Raagh!

-THEY SCREAM

-Tiffany, help me...

Jeffrey!?

Right! Raagh!

You all right?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, I'm good. I'm good. Listen up, folks.

Who'd like to join me in raising a glass to my little Tommy?

ALL: Yeah!

-Ah, Patricia. Usual G&T for you, sweetheart?

-Music to my ears, Alfie.

Penny for them, Alfie.

-You all right?

-I'm home, aren't I?

# ..You must face them alone

# Please remember I still want you

# And in case you wonder why

# Well, just wake up

# Kiss the good life goodbye... #

How you feeling?