13/07/2013 EastEnders Omnibus

-Just give me a chance to explain.

-When did it start?

-Just let me...

-When did it start?

Let your mum speak.

Who are you talking to, bruv? Go on, get out.

-Go on, move!

-Hey! Can we take things down to hostile for a second and...

-Move!

-..chat?

Sam, you need to leave.

Well?

How are you planning to pay for the damage yourself?

-I've got it covered.

-No, you don't.

Lucy, I do not need financial advice lessons from you. PHONE RINGS

-That'll be about the police.

-Well, I'm busy. I've got a restaurant to get sorted.

-Then why did you ask Denise to head back to work when she offered to help?

-Peter!

Janine? It's Peter.

-Give me my phone back.

-OK. Yeah.

I'll let him know.

The police were at the restaurant, so Janine's sent them over here.

Give me two minutes.

-Dad, they're going to be here any second!

-FRONT DOOR CLOSES

OK, so first of all - why him? Because we hate him, Mum.

Babe, I did not plan for this to happen.

-Did you talk about me?

-What?!

Did you talk about me?

Well, you're my son...

So, yes, you spoke about ways you lot was going to sneak around me?

-Of course not!

-Oh, so you're psychic, then?

-What?

You and Sam sent each other psychic messages? No. So you spoke about how you was going to sneak around me?

Look, I was so worried because I knew that you were going to be upset.

So you just done it anyway?

-I mean, you said Ash's mum was a mug for taking his dad back.

-Come on, I am nothing like that woman.

-"Desperate," you said. "No self-respect."

-OK. You calm down, then we can talk.

-I

-need to talk!

-I do understand why you're scared.

Of a man who's freaked out by his own baby?

I mean, he's using you, Mum. Don't you see that?

-Blokes like Sam can spot a lonely woman a mile off.

-I am NOT lonely!

You are mixed up. That's what you are. Things have changed since we came here.

-I've got a job - all this new family...

-And that's a good thing.

See? I mean, who knew that was going to happen?

Come on, this "you and me against the world" thing - it doesn't have to be a prison.

Oh, so when I was sorting out the boiler, the neighbours -

-all the things he was supposed to do - was I making your life a prison then?

-That's not what I meant.

Do you know how hard I tried to do his job?

And now you're just going to let him swan back in, like he's your big man, your hero.

-Don't give me a sad face now. What - did he get a gun, put it to your head and say, "Take me back"?

-No.

-So you had a choice.

-I told you - I did not plan for this to happen.

"I did not plan for this to happen. Oh, it just happened." Stop being pathetic, yeah?

-You made a choice - now own it.

-OK. Yes.

I did. I'm sorry.

OK. Then call him.

And end it.

No.

You're unbelievable.

Got a delivery here. Where've you been?

Lunch. Why? Was that a problem?

-You seen my dad?

-No.

Er, hello? You can eat when you've finished that motor.

You said Dex was doing that.

Where is he, then?

He's, er...gone on a delivery.

Where's Dex?

I'd go find him, if I were you.

-Ain't you got a launderette to run?

-Trying to get rid of me?

All right, Max?

Jog on, darlin'.

Just leave it, babe.

What?

It wasn't my idea to get the police involved with Scarlett's, OK?

Come on, Dad, the police are waiting.

Ian's got the police. I didn't sign up to this, Shirley.

-We've got to tell him the truth!

-You say nothing! We agreed. JEAN SIGHS

-I told you to deal with this, Ian. I cannot do everything for our business.

-He IS dealing with it.

JANINE SIGHS

THEY CHUCKLE

You got something you want to share?

No.

Ending things with Sam - it's not that simple.

Don't you remember how simple he found it?

I mean, he went for a pint of milk and he never come back.

People treat dogs better than that.

I've got to get to work. We'll talk about this later.

So you don't mind being treated like a dog?

Oi! I DO understand why you're so upset, OK?

No, you don't, cos if you did, you wouldn't be doing this!

I mean, of all the men in the world, why would you pick him?

Because... Because he makes me happy.

Oh, OK. So you tell me

what he's done after 20 years of ignoring us,

to suddenly make you so happy now. Don't look at the ground - look at me, Mum.

What's he done to make you so happy? Is he a funny guy, is he? He tells a few jokes, is it?

-I can't even look at you. You make me sick.

-Mate, I'm really sorry, but Phil's...

-Go tell Phil he can kiss my...

-He'll be round in just a moment.

-I can speak for myself!

Yeah? And I'm still the parent.

So you get yourself to work right now.

There's the electrics. There's fire damage, damp.

It's not too bad. It's probably just kids.

To be honest, I'm not even 100% sure I locked up properly.

Criminal damage by fire is a serious crime, Mr Beale.

-So what happens now?

-Well, it's a public place

so the forensics will be contaminated, I'm afraid.

But the fire brigade and a scene of crime officer can tell you how and where the fire started.

Yeah, but do we really want to be bothering them if we won't get any usable evidence?

Does anyone else have keys?

Yeah, my, er, sous chef. But I trust her.

Can you give us any ideas about motives? Any run-ins, rows?

No. Nothing.

We want to help you, Mr Beale...

..but you've got to talk to us.

Dad fired a waitress last night.

You think she could have done this?

Well, she kicked up a fuss. Even the sous chef had a go at him earlier.

Can I have their names, please?

Yep. Whitney Dean.

-And the sous chef?

-Jean Slater.

Whoa! Stop. Supposed to be going lighter.

Just jab!

-Hello.

-Hello.

Sorry. I was curt with you earlier. Do you forgive me?

-OK.

-OK.

-I'm just worried about Scarlett and I suppose it's just...

-Why? What's happened?

Janine's got her involved with all these different agencies.

I don't think it's good for her. There's no continuity there.

So this is a big ask, but are you willing to...

Are you willing to apologise to her and get your old job back?

No, I don't want my old job back.

No. Why would you? Why would you? She's a lousy boss.

Because I know you liked the child. I know you liked Scarlett.

Yeah, of course I do! You know that. I...

-I just think I need a fresh start.

-Fresh start. Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Course. You need to do what's right for you.

Hope it works out for you. Yeah, thanks.

-You knew, didn't you?

-I only found out the other day.

-Why didn't you tell me?

-Because it had to come from her.

-So how long was you going to lie to my face for?

-Oi!

I'm on your side here.

I told her to tell you the truth. So watch your mouth.

-Oh, I didn't...

-It's on me. Just, er...give Lauren my best, yeah?

Thank you.

Come on, make it quick. I'm testing out the crisps in the Minute Mart.

Ian's called the police.

What did you think he was going to do? Call the midwife?

Shirl, this is serious. Jean is about to crack.

My family won't be able to cope if I have to go back inside.

-It won't come to that.

-Well, it did before.

He needed a crime number for the insurance. That's the only reason the police were here.

Saw you and your dad with the coppers earlier.

The fashion police finally caught up with him?

-It's about Scarlett's, isn't it?

-He can claim for that on the insurance, can't he?

It's not about the insurance. We want to find out who did it.

See? Ian's not going to let this go.

Go and find Jean. Make sure she gets her story straight.

-Well?

-I thought he'd perk up once the police were taking it seriously,

but it's just like Dad can't be bothered.

I'm not going to go through this again. This is exactly how it started when Dad got ill.

He just put his head in the sand.

Nah, he's just... He's just shaken up.

You weren't there, Peter.

Once we find out who did this, he'll be fine.

Listen, if you think forcing people to do things works...

..do you think I'd have let my daughter, my granddaughter, become addicts?

Do you think I'd have let Tanya marry Max?

Mum and Sam, though? Negative. No way is that happening, Nan.

-End of.

-It's already happening, darling.

Why can't she see why this is so messed up?

If you want your mother to listen, you've got to have

-an opinion worth listening to!

-Excuse me?

Oh, Dexter, grow up.

-Hold your nose and give Sam a fair hearing.

-Well, why should I?

Because throwing your toys out of the pram makes a lot of noise,

but it don't get people to hear you.

-DOOR SLAMS PHIL:

-Delivery?

-You think I wouldn't find the truth out from Jay, eh?

-All right, I'm on my way.

Well done(!) What do you want - a red carpet?

No. You asked me to stay out of Ian's way and I have.

But that is it. I can't lie to the police.

I'm begging you. Please, Jean, just say you was out or something.

I'm happy to serve myself...

Oh, won't be minute! Out where?

I have racked my brains and there is nowhere without "CCCTV".

So where was I? The moon?

If the police ask, I have to tell them the truth.

Jean, please, for my kids' sake.

Can we have a word, please, Mrs Slater?

But you definitely saw Whit leaving the Jacksons' last night, with Ty, in a strop?

-Yeah. Looked like it. Yeah.

-Where were they going?

I don't know, Peter! Now, please, can I get this cup of tea now

or do you want to hold my hand and have a seance about where Whit and Tyler went?

-ALICE: Can I get a tea to go, please?

-You stopping?

No, I've got to go and meet Janine about my old nanny job.

No. No, no, no chance, Al.

You ain't getting mixed up in Michael's weird little world again.

I need the money, Joey.

You need to step away from these weirdos, Alice. That's what you need to do.

All right, Abs? How's, er...

How's Lauren getting on? She all right?

Great. She's settling in really well.

How do I say this so that you understand? Leave me alone.

Well, that's not fair. You haven't heard my side of the story.

You do not have a side of the story.

My dad is not interested. You are not family. Go away.

I love your dad and if you cared about him, you could see he loves me.

I'm good for him. He needs me.

I'm not going back to Carl. Tell Max I'm not.

You can stand there and look desperate all you want.

But I'm not listening to you any more.

What is wrong? Just spit it out.

You! On my case 24/7.

On your case? You've been AWOL all day!

Now you're just standing there looking gormless.

-Were you with Whit last night?

-Are you accusing me of something?

Why are you so defensive?

Yes.

-I was with Whit at home.

-You sure?

I was downstairs watching telly. She was upstairs in the bath. You happy?

That's funny because I heard she was out last night.

-POLICEMAN: Thanks for your time. JEAN:

-OK, thank you, bye-bye.

Well, er... Whit might've left.

Like I said, I was downstairs. The telly was loud - I wouldn't have heard her.

Excuse me, can I have a word with you about Whitney Dean?

It wasn't Whit!

Sam's all right, you know? What? He was all right to me

-and Jay a couple of weeks ago.

-Yeah, and Hitler was nice to dogs.

He's obviously serious about you and your mum or he wouldn't be here. He obviously cares, don't he?

Look, because you two have been getting cosy with Sam behind my back don't mean you know him.

-Just back off.

-All right, calm down!

I'm just saying, there ain't no harm in giving him a chance, is there? Look at me and Phil.

Hello? What do you think this is - a school disco?

Lola, sling your hook, yeah?

Look at the state of this! Hammering away like a dipstick.

It's supposed to be delivered in an hour's time!

Ain't you clever! Can you tell the time with big hands and little hands as well?

Jay, give us a sec, will you?

Now, I don't do girly chat,

so you better start explaining yourself.

Whit!

Whitney!

Could you give us a few minutes, please?

You can't have a hissy fit about your dad every week.

-He's back with my mum.

-Your mum's a smart woman.

-He's a parasite!

-Based on what, eh? You still ain't heard him out, have you?

-I ain't interested in his excuses.

-No, cos it's much easier to spend

your life blaming him. "I'm a bit sad - must be my dad's fault."

"I made a mistake, Your Honour. It must be because my dad didn't love me."

-Life ain't that simple.

-Don't twist it. You might have a daughter you don't see,

but I know you'd have done anything - you would've killed - to go and get her back.

Then why ain't she here, Dex? Eh?

You must have had your reasons, innit?

Yeah, listen to me, if you don't like Sam, then man up and tell him.

Cos I'm sick of hearing about it!

How many more times? My boyfriend took me to a bar

in the middle of the High Street after I got sacked, yeah?

I was embarrassed so I didn't want to see anyone round here.

-What don't you get about that?

-I'm asking why you think your

-step-mum said you were at home all night.

-I don't know! I don't know.

I don't know why Bianca says stupid things.

But I have an exam in a couple of hours and I really need to...

I'm going to ask you one more time

why you think your step-mum said you were at home all night.

COMPUTER BEEPS

ALICE: Janine, I really am so, so sorry about going behind your back.

Obviously I completely understand if you don't forgive me. But...

I really would love my old job back.

-You do still need a nanny?

-Not as much as I hate liars.

-OK, I'll see myself out. Bye, Scarlett.

-You're right.

Nobody would blame me if I burned you alive.

But... Well, Scarlett still tolerates you.

So...you can start now.

-Right now?

-Do you want your old job back or not?

-Yeah.

-Great.

You're not seriously still thinking about paying Sam to fix this?

I'll sort it.

Are you all right, Dad?

Yeah. Yeah, never better.

Maybe we should just...

..take a time-out, you know? On the repairs, till the police have done their job.

-Yeah, well, I told the police to go.

-Dad, I thought we agreed they were going to sort this out.

No, Peter, I do not need the hassle of an investigation, OK? I...

I don't need the bad PR.

I think Whitney did it.

And...?

Look, I'm not going to claim on the insurance, OK? So it doesn't make any difference.

I-I don't get it. You sweated blood into this place. Why don't you care?

So, basically, the police have called me a liar.

They need go down to that bar and check that CCTV and get their facts straight.

I've got an exam at seven. I'm never going to pass it now.

-Whit, don't say that.

-The Beales need talking to.

-Ty, just leave it.

-Let 'em run their mouths off? They're calling her a criminal.

-BANGING AT DOOR

-Please, just leave it.

Oh, here we go.

Come on, Whit. Admit it. It was you.

Sacking her not enough? You going to tell lies about her as well?

-I saw you laughing about it.

-Are you crazy?

Whitney's best mate nearly died the other week,

she's got an important exam tonight. You think she needs this?

Oh, poor you(!)

Do you even know what it took for my dad to open up his restaurant?

-After all he's been through?

-It wasn't Whitney.

Oh, yeah. Really believe that(!)

Well, well done.

Have a good laugh. He's dropped the investigation. You win.

You know what? My dad's been right about you since the start.

-Oi, oi! What'd you say?

-What did you say?

-Whoa, whoa, it's OK.

It's all right. Come on, you - home. Home. It's all right.

Talk about her like that...

What're you smiling at?

It should never have happened like this. Sneaking around like kids.

Dexter will calm down.

I think maybe WE should cool down.

You're lucky Phil didn't break your legs. You want to calm down, mate.

Hey. We're just talking.

You and me, my house, now.

-Dexter, there's no need for a row.

-This is between me and him, Mum!

Cool. I'll follow you there.

If I'm not back in an hour, call an ambulance.

You have got to let this go.

Your business is trashed. You don't have the money to fix it.

-You can't keep pretending this isn't happening.

-You think I don't know that?

-You're getting ill again, aren't you?

-No!

-You think the way you're acting is normal?

-I don't want any fuss.

Stop making excuses! Lucy told me this is how it started last time.

-You're really freaking us out.

-I'm not ill, OK? I'm...

I'm being blackmailed by Carl.

How about I make you a nice fish-finger sandwich before your exam, eh?

-Brain food.

-Nah.

I thought people knew me a bit better than that.

They do. This is Ian we're talking about.

Since when do we care what he thinks?

Well, it's not just Ian. It's Peter. You know, and it's you.

-Me?

-What do other people think?

-I don't think you did it!

Why didn't you stand up for me, then?

Whit...

I didn't stand up for you because...

..it was me, all right?

I did it. It was me and it was Shirley and it was Jean.

It was an accident. We only wanted to drink his posh booze.

-He deserved it anyway after sacking you.

-Your probation!

Your probation, and Liam's got to give evidence.

You've got four kids and you still can't get your act together?

You need to put this out of your head, all right? You've worked really hard for this exam.

Oh, I know I have. I know I have. Thanks a lot(!)

I don't suppose you get a lot of deep-fried stuff off your mum, huh?

Sit down.

Don't start getting your stinking chips out either, innit? And don't get comfortable.

Glad it's just the two of us.

-Beer?

-You know, you've gone mad if you think I'm going to stand for this.

-I take it you mean me and your mum.

-You trying to wind me up?

No.

Look, you were just a man before, yeah? I could deal with that.

But now...

you've gone too far. Yeah? Big mistake.

You could deal with it before?

-I was doing better than I thought!

-Understand this, yeah, big man?

I'm not letting you back into our lives, innit?

HE CHUCKLES

You better not be laughing.

No, Dex, it's not you. It's just...

you sound like your mum.

"Understand this, big man, hmm?"

Yeah, well, I'm not going to sound like my father, am I?

Look.

See this? This is your bus fare, yeah?

And I don't care if you take it or not but either or either, you're out of here, innit?

You know as well as I do

that your mum's not going to be bullied.

But...if you can tell her that you heard me out

and you STILL want me to go...

..she'll dash me out herself.

That'll be 2.50, please.

-Ian's dropped the case?

-Yeah, sounds like it.

All down to your Oscar-winning performance, Jean. Well done.

-Don't!

-Why can't we just be happy it's all over?

It IS over, innit?

-Hang on, Shirl.

-Morgan's sick and I've got an exam, so...

Listen, Whit, I am so sorry that you got the blame for this.

When I heard Ian talking about you as if...

as if you were something he wouldn't pick off the bottom of his shoe, I just flipped.

No-one talks about my kids like that.

Anyway, the kids wouldn't cope if I went back inside.

-I

-wouldn't cope.

We'll stick together. We'll be fine.

I know you want to talk to me.

-You did earlier. So talk.

-Yeah, you're right.

I want that ring back.

Makes sense. We're not really married. Moving on and all that.

Kirsty, I don't really want to make a big fuss...

HE MOUTHS

Babe...

you all right?

You must think I'm a terrible mum.

It's just, I do worry about Dexter. He's so sensitive.

And then he just blows up.

Ava, he's 20 years old.

-I'm just thinking - they've been gone a while...

-Yeah.

-I'll see you later.

-See you.

Your mum's the last person in the world I'd hurt -

-and you.

-Yeah, well, you're 20 years too late for that.

What do you mean, "hurt"? You CAN'T hurt me. I've had goldfish who matter more.

-How's work?

-What does it matter to you how my work is?

Calm down. I never asked your bra size.

I hear Phil was on the warpath.

Well, I can handle Phil, innit?

Yeah.

I bet you can.

I've been quite in awe of you, truth be told.

It's a scary thing to...

see your son's a bigger man than you.

The way you've stepped up for your mum, your guts, your brains.

Look, sorry, Samuel, but I know when I'm being played

-so if that's what you're doing, you can stop it now.

-See...

I wasn't mature enough to be a dad.

That "all you need is love" talk is rubbish.

You need strength - real steel.

I didn't have it.

It's no excuse, but it's the truth.

I hated myself for it.

I mean proper hate.

I truly believed you were better off without me.

Then Dad died and it hit me...

I had to be there for you.

Even if you hate me.

So how do I know you're not going to run away again?

You've tried your best to make me, haven't you?

I know it won't be easy, but, man to man,

I wouldn't dare cross you or your mum.

You're the king of this house.

Are girls allowed?

Can you stop being a cringe?

All right. Cringe time over. Hang that up.

Hey. I wasn't expecting this.

What, no body bag?

Cool your blood, yeah?

Hey, I can handle Dex.

Handle me? Are you serious?

Dexter! What are you - five years old?

No, Mum, I've had enough! Make your decision now. He goes by tomorrow or I do!

Well, well. If it isn't Walford's bad penny.

-Thought we'd seen the last of you.

-Wishful thinking, Shirley.

What, have you come back to slum it with the rest of us?

Things aren't quite that bad yet.

Let's go see Dot.

Dex?

Dexter?

I'm off now.

Dexter!

Dex! Stop!

Stop! Please!

-So, you were going to leave?

-If Sam doesn't, yeah.

Dex! Come on! This is crazy!

Look, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you about me and Sam...

OK, and I know you're angry. You can be angry.

You can rant and rave and you can say whatever you like.

But, come on! This is me and you, we're a team.

Remember? We've been through everything together.

You will always be my baby boy. Nothing's ever going to change that.

Five o'clock. Sam ain't gone, I will be.

Ere, Jay! I'm thinking of renaming this place, what do you think?

Kim's Wimbledon Palace B&B!

I think it'd be good, but we're nowhere near Wimbledon.

The Taj Mahal on the high street is nowhere near India, last time I checked neither!

Listen, Andy Murray wins, I think it's the least I could do to honour him. Know what I mean?

-Cash in, you mean?

-Jay, we as a nation,

have waited for this for 77 years.

COURSE I mean cash in! Chuck up a few pictures of him kissing the gold cup.

Call the living room Centre Court! Mate, we're good to go!

Maybe Andy will pop down, open your new gaff!

Eh, and maybe he'll fall in love with me,

ditch the girlfriend, and we'll get married.

Or he can introduce me to that Del Porto guy. Yeah, he's well fit. Seen his stride?

-Mmmm.

-I'd keep dreaming if I was you, Kim.

Wimbledon Palace! I like it!

Ah! Kimberton Palace B&B!

Now that's powerful! Jay?!

DOOR SLAMS

SHE GRUNTS

It's for Liam. Bit wonky.

-Nah, it's perfect. He'll love that.

-You have to say that, you're my mum.

Still perfect, though.

Once he's back, we'll all be together, won't we?

-Together for ever.

-Yeah. Together for ever.

Maybe I should offer to help clean up.

Maybe I should go over there with a mop and a bucket.

That wouldn't look too odd, would it?

It might look a little bit odd. But then Ian might not notice.

Because he thinks I'm pretty odd anyway.

Which is a little bit insulting, really, when you think about it.

Although not entirely without foundation.

I don't think you and your squeegee mop are going to be much use.

-The poor man.

-Poor man?

All them businesses he's got and a girlfriend

-who I think is way out of his league?

-I could tell you something.

-What?

-Nothing.

-What?!

-Nothing!

-Jean, are you taking your meds?

-Yes!

-Swear to me you're taking them?

-Yes! Yes! Forget it.

-Jean...

-No, forget it.

You've made your decision.

This. You and me.

It was never going to happen anyway.

-It was never going to work.

-You don't mean that.

-Let me talk to Dexter.

-No.

-He can't tell you how to live your life, Ava.

-I know...

But that's exactly what he's doing.

I've watched him grow.

From a shy little boy into a beautiful, confident, young man.

He's got so much front, so much swagger. But...

he is still the little boy that made me promise

that I wouldn't walk out on him like you did.

That I'd never leave him alone.

So, I won't. I'm not going to. I can't leave him on his own.

-Cora.

-Patrick.

Kim asked us to pick up the sheets. I got the short straw...

Right.

Hey, she looks a bit under the weather?

She looks like she's having a nice time doing those word searches.

I love word searches. I love sitting down.

I love snoring, too. I'd be an excellent old person.

She definitely looks under the weather.

Go cheer her up, then! Seriously, you're worse than teenagers...

KIM SIGHS

-Cora, what're you doing this afternoon?

-Launderette,

word search, contemplating my life -

all that's gone wrong with it...

Well, look, I thought we could do something.

Put on a few old records, have a bit of a boogie?

-Rum?

-That goes without saying!

I think I could close up for an hour or two.

-Long as Dot's not around...

-Good. Fantastic! I'll let Betty know.

Betty?

Come on now, man, don't pull a face like that?

-It's just that she's so...

-Nice? Sweet?

Exactly.

Just do it. For me. All right?

I tell you, the both of you will get on like a house on fire.

I know it.

Well, now you look well. Really well.

You got your sparkle back. I missed that sparkle.

-So did I.

-How's Michelle doing?

Yeah. She's great. Listen, Dot, I was wondering...

You ain't missed much. I'm still collecting for the church roof.

You know I'd get up there and do it myself if I could - be a lot easier.

And then, I've started collecting for the vicar's organ.

Oh! People are such penny pinchers round here!

-You know what you should do?

-What?

-You should give everyone a tenner from the money.

-A tenner? What for?

They can do what they like as long as they bring it back in a week doubled.

Oh, come on, don't take all this work on yourself, Dot.

-You'll make yourself ill.

-I am already.

-It's a wonder I ain't fell apart.

-Look...

I don't want to put you on the spot, but I was wondering

if it was possible for me and Denny to stay with you?

I'd be ever so grateful. Just till we get ourselves sorted. I'll pay you.

Look, I'd love to Sharon, I really would.

But you know I had all that trouble with the council

about having too many people in me house. I mean, I nearly lost it!

I'm only allowed one lodger and I got Poppy.

Don't worry about it, darling. Come on, Denny, let's go...

-Here y'are, Dot.

-Ta-ra.

Look, I'll pray that you get somewhere nice.

Well, can you pray for a two bed with a garden?

Well, I can't put me orders in, Sharon, but I'll do my best!

Thank you. Cheers.

-Something's up. I know it is.

-We got any size twelves in these?

-Maybe I should take her to the doctors.

-Who?

Who do you think? Jean. I thinks she's losing it again.

Just Jean, innit? You know what she's like.

She's obsessed with Ian for some reason.

-Ian? That's weird, innit...

-I know.

Tam, you're flying low.

-Made you look.

-Can we, just for one day,

not have the borderline bullying practical jokes?

You'd think so, wouldn't you?

Sometimes I get the impression you don't respect my authority, Kat.

What gives you that idea?

Listen, I'll talk to her if you like, have a word with Jean.

No, it's all right, I got it. Don't worry.

ENGINE SPLUTTERS

Uh, Dex...

-I'll take my break.

-Nah, nah, no. Don't bother.

You're trying to punish me? Is that it?

See - I get it. I do.

I knew I couldn't just walk back in and...

expect things to be... like nothing happened.

So, you're trying to punish me. That's fine.

But it's not just me, is it? It's your mum too.

Look, five o'clock. You ain't gone...

Yeah. I know.

She's done everything for you.

Don't you think she deserves to have her time now?

Jay, try it now.

ENGINE STARTS

If I could've done things different, I would have.

You're a great kid, Dexter.

I know you don't want to hear it,

but I'm proud of you.

You all right?

You're over an hour late!

-And yet you're giving me a tenner.

-It's from me fund raising.

Still going on about your organ, Dot?

You can do whatever you like with it - nothing immoral, mind -

as long as you double it, well, if you can,

and then give it back to me at the end of the week

with whatever it is you've made on it.

And what do I get out of it?

You get the satisfaction of knowing

that you've put a slate on the church roof.

Your idea of satisfaction is different to mine, Dorothy.

You know what I'll do with it, I'll spend it on liquor,

fast men and living.

Give it here. You have no heart.

-I'll talk to Carl...

-No.

-I'll handle it.

Peter. I'll deal with this!

See, that's the thing. I don't think you can.

Maybe I got it wrong.

Maybe... Maybe it wasn't Carl.

Maybe someone else broke in.

The thing is, Peter, I don't want anybody else

finding out about this - especially your sister.

Say it was Carl. You don't know what he's going to do next!

You talk to him or I will...

What mess you got yourself into this time, Ian Beale?

-Hello, darling.

-Good to see you.

How are you?

Look, don't bother starting with the whole "people make mistakes,

"people change" thing. I don't want to hear it.

If he was my dad, I wouldn't let him get away so easy.

Yeah, well, you ain't got that problem, innit? So just...

Look, Jay, bruv - Jay! Jay...

-I'm sorry. That was out of order.

-Do you know what your problem is?

-What?

-You're scared that he's going to mess up your head again.

-Bruv, I'm doing this for my mum!

-Oh, whatever!

-I am!

You keep telling yourself that, mate. But you're bricking it.

-That's not true.

-Yeah, it is!

-That's not true!

-Yeah, it is.

-That's not true!

-Dexter. What's happened?

I would give absolutely anything to have five minutes with my dad.

You don't know how lucky you are, mate.

Date and walnut, Victoria sponge...

Got any booze in there?

I'm not one for a drink, really.

One sip and I'll be dancing on the table!

Here you are, Patty - here's your favourite. Baked fresh this morning.

-Coffee and walnut...

-Mmm. You trying to fatten me up?

Look at you - you're skin and bone!

Hey!

I like my men with something to cuddle, don't you, Cora?

Shall I be mother?

Go wild.

Still flying low, Tam!

-How gullible do you think I am?

-Stripy boxers, yeah?

Ha! Made you look.

Here you are. Tea, three sugars.

I'm surprised you've still got all your teeth in your head.

Where're you going?

You'll soon have this place back on track.

-You'll be raking it in in no time.

-I'm not so sure...

Hey! We're fighters, you and me.

We pick ourselves up, that's what we do.

I don't think I've got it in me any more.

Yeah. Course you have.

I'm tired. Sometimes I feel like...

What?

Ian, it's me. You can tell me.

-You know, before - when I had the breakdown.

-Mmm-hmm.

I just don't want to get like that again.

You're stronger than that.

And stubborn. Stubbornest man I've ever met!

If you want this to work, it will.

Oh! Ian, I couldn't bear to think of you here all on your own,

on your hands and knees so I was... Bianca!

Jean! Sorry, Ian. Don't mind us.

What was that?

Jean, so, who knows? What are your plans?

-Back to R&R, I s'pose...

-You got somewhere to stay?

Yeah, yeah, we're fine.

-I never told you about all the stuff my dad's done, have I?

-No. Not really.

He cheated on my mum. Loads of times.

If I'm honest, he hasn't been very nice, but...

he still loves me, Lauren, Oscar. He still tries and...

I don't really know what I'm trying to say.

Parents get things wrong. That is what I'm trying to say.

But it doesn't mean they love you any less.

Your dad, he was always there, though.

-He was always there, wasn't he?

-Not always.

I mean, he'd get a new woman,

he'd be sitting there, eating dinner, but...

he wouldn't be THERE. Not really. He'd be with her.

In his head, anyway.

The way that I see it, Dex, you've just got to let them get on with it.

I mean, I'd rather think about my own life.

Like all the good stuff. Jay...sixth form...

-This isn't changing your mind, is it?

-Not really, no.

I just can't see my mum get hurt again.

-She's been through too much.

-Yeah, but what about you, Dex?

Would you really be OK if you never saw him again?

Cora used to work in a charity shop.

Oh, did you? Lovely! I'm all for a good cause.

I got the sack cos I helped myself to the stock.

Oh.

Betty baked for the WI.

Well, you could knock me down with a feather.

Perhaps you'd like to join, Cora. We have ever such a lot of fun.

I had to do a talk on how to make Easter decorations

out of glitter and pine cones.

I'd rather remove my eyeballs with this teaspoon,

if it's all the same to you, Betty.

I'm just going to go and have a tinkle. Excuse me.

A tinkle? Is she for real?

-Couldn't you be polite?

-Come on! Admit it.

She's ridiculous!

Gosh, man, Cora, you can be cold sometimes.

I think you'd better go.

-You serious?

-Look, now, man, you came here to poke fun.

You've done exactly that, so you'd better go back to the launderette

before Dot gets a heart attack.

When she comes back from her "tinkle",

tell her her date and walnut cake tastes like doggy do-do.

I was just going to do some mopping up.

-Do you know what that looks like?

-It looks friendly. Neighbourly.

-No. It looks guilty.

-We are guilty.

Yeah, but we don't want him to know that, do we?

Why are you treating me like I'm some weak link?

Because you are a weak link!

Because, Jean, you're all over the place.

Because I'm bipolar, that's what you mean.

-No, that is not what I mean!

-Yes, it is.

-All right. Yes, it is!

Yes. Right. Well, I am not going to say anything.

My lips are well and truly sealed. Nobody's going to find out.

Find out what?

Why didn't you ask Uncle Ian if we could stay?

He's got a lot to think about right now, darling.

But where are we going to stay?

We'll find somewhere. We always find somewhere, don't we?

-Phil!

-Hello, mate. All right?

-It was only supposed to be a laugh.

-It's criminal damage!

-Who's watching the stall?

-And you get Jean involved!

-It wasn't meant to turn out like this!

-I'll look after it.

And get her to keep it a secret? Jean, Winston's looking after it.

-What else was I s'posed to do?

-She can't cope. She's fragile.

-I'm not fragile.

-She'll snap. You'll see.

-I'm not going to snap.

Just go over there and tell Ian it was an accident.

-Why does everyone think I'll snap?

-You think he's going to believe that?

-I don't care!

Tell him it was all you and Shirley. And that Jean was just a bystander.

But I wasn't.

If I do that, Kat, I'm going to go back to prison!

I wasn't an innocent bystander. I was a willing...

-partaker.

-She can't cope with this, all right?

-Things like this eat her up.

-Will you stop talking about me as if I'm not here?

-'And I can't cope with going back to prison.'

-Liam!

'I've got a lot of problems at the moment.

'I've got my son going to court tomorrow.

-'to face the kids that stabbed him.'

-What's Mum arguing about?

-'I'm coming to the end of my probation...'

-I don't know. I lose track.

-Jean has to come first!

-Oh, that is rich coming from you, Kat Moon!

Putting someone first?!

-Look, that was...

-Mean?

-Out of order?

-Cruel?

-Oh, OK, so I'm cruel!

-And mean. Don't forget mean.

-I'm sorry, all right?

I am sorry that I've got us into this mess!

I'm sorry that I've made Jean go all fragile!

I'm sorry that I trashed Ian's restaurant. I'm sorry. I'm sorry!

OK? Are you happy now?

BIANCA SIGHS

Hello, darlin'! Welcome home!

Don't forget to wash your hands, darling.

Phil, look, I want to start work again.

Now, I know you might have something to say about that,

but I do have a percentage in this place.

And I do have a right.

And I don't have many more appealing options right now, so...

-You won't be managing.

-OK.

-And you'll answer to me and you'll answer to Janine.

-Fine.

-You're on the gear, and you're out the door.

-I'm clean.

-Yeah, right.

-I am. For good this time.

Yeah, well, I hope so, for Denny's sake.

Right, well, I'll come back later, then.

Sharon.

You're really clean?

Mmm-hmm.

-Well, one day at a time, eh?

-(Yeah...)

-I was just going.

-Fine.

Tough day?

Could say that.

Must be something in the air.

Yeah... I should go back to work.

D'you ever feel that you just can't get anything right?

All the time.

I'm thinking of having it put on my gravestone.

"Cora Cross - Can't do right for doing wrong."

This too shall pass.

Everything that goes wrong sorts itself out.

In the end.

I hope so.

You given up for the day, then?

There's not a lot I can do. Not till everything's dried out.

Have you spoke to Carl yet?

Dad, this is stupid, all right? You're just ignoring the issue...

I did it. OK? I spoke to him.

How'd it go?

Well, he wasn't pleased. But I reasoned with him.

I said I'd got a family to support

-and a business to try and get back up and running.

-And?

He said he'd back off.

-He said he'd back off from ten grand?

-Yeah. I mean...

-obviously he wasn't happy about it...

-He's going to leave you alone?

Yeah, gave me his word.

That took a lot of guts.

Yeah. Tell me about it. I was shaking in my boots.

Still... You can stop worrying about it now, can't you?

Yeah.

AVA CRIES

DOOR SLAMS

Dexter? Dex?

What do you want for tea?

Dexter?

-Kim. Kim. Have you seen Sam?

-Oh, you just missed him.

-Did he say where he was going?

-No, sorry. You want some cake?

It's walnut and date...

Oh, what, don't tell me you got too old for nuggets now?

-What if it all goes wrong in court tomorrow?

-It won't.

-What if Little Chris doesn't get found guilty?

-He will.

-What if he comes after me?

-Liam, listen -

nothing bad is going to happen.

-Do you know how I know?

-How?

Because this family has had its run of bad luck, ain't we, eh?

From now on, things are on the up.

Sam!

Wait!

Wait...

I didn't think things were that bad.

Yeah, well, I was wrong, so...

You know, I've never really thought about it before but, you and me,

we're not really that different.

Really know how to make a girl feel good, don't you?

I mean, we've both been done over by Phil Mitchell.

-Now we're both starting new...

-We're just like long-lost sisters.

Why'd you come back to Walford?

Cos it's the only place that's felt like home, I s'pose.

-Do you want some cake?

-No, I'm all right.

-No, for Denny.

-No, honestly, we're fine, thanks.

You can tell her if you like. I'll just wait out here.

Nah, it's cool. You do it, innit?

BALL THUMPS AGAINST WALL

'There you go.'

Tea's nearly ready. Should I set an extra place?

If you like.

Dexter...

Thank you, baby.

-Just the man.

-What for?

-I need a hand.

-I've only come in to get some change.

It's all right. It'll only take five or ten minutes.

-Where are we going?

-Cast our bread upon the waters.

Or Bridge Street and Turpin Road.

Oi.

Nice shower?

What?

You didn't stint on this stuff, did you?

Shampoo. Gone.

Body Wash. Empty.

And my conditioner's looking a bit anorexic, too.

You're having a laugh.

No.

But it's all right, I'll have a wash with the washing-up liquid, shall I?

Look, Dad, what is this all about?

PR. To let everyone know that the restaurant is opening again next week

and to give them a taste of all the lovely things there are to come.

Right, Winston, thank you ever so much. This is for you.

Home-cured bacon.

Looking good, man. Cheers.

Oh, Dexter. This is what you need to start your day.

Why? They past their sell-by or something?

Course not. Everything's fresh. Sam! Sam! This'll set you up.

Got it covered, thanks.

-Got us some doughnuts, Dex.

-You're diabetic, ain't you?

Well, I'll just have to watch you eat them, then.

No, you're all right. I had breakfast in the cafe, already.

Peter, do us a favour. You hand these out, I'll do them.

-All right.

-Thank you.

By the way, that quote you wanted for the work doing.

It's all right, innit?

It's the going rate, I wouldn't try to rob you.

It's fine, fine.

-Bad news?

-What?

That.

Oh, no...

So, what is it, then?

I can't say.

Why not?

Because then I'd have to tell you and then I'd have said.

Are you sure that's not bad news?

-You've got your allotment!

-Mmm.

-Oh, Jean, you've been waiting ages for this.

-Mmm.

OK. Well, if that can't raise a smile, something must be wrong.

There's no hot water either. Funny that.

I'm not laughing.

-What is it with you, eh?

-What?

You're selfish. It's take, take, take.

You know what? Don't worry about it. I'll be gone by the end of the week.

-Michael, I'm not asking you to do that, am I?

-Yes, you are.

-I understand. I understand.

-It's just...

I'm difficult to live with.

I am. You give me a couple of days.

It'll be fine.

-So where will you go?

-Next door. I'll go next door.

-Move back in with Janine?

-Yeah.

Oh, yeah? Since when?

So, what's the catch?

-Why does there have to be a catch?

-You're handing out food?

-I ain't going to say no.

-Kat, three quid.

-What?

Three quid. I'm not a charity.

You can't do that! You've touched it.

I can't sell it now.

I thought this was PR.

It is PR, but there's no harm in earning a little extra cash

on the side, is there? I've got those damages to pay for.

Ladies and gents, your lovely fresh bread, croissants and rolls here.

The rolls are filled with superb home-cured bacon and free range egg.

£3, sir.

No? Sure? OK.

£2.50! Your lovely fresh croissants.

It's got nothing to do with him, has it?

No, it's all sorted.

So this extra cash is going to Scarlett's?

-It's not going into his pocket?

-No.

£2, your rolls and your croissants. I can't do them cheaper than that.

Ladies and gentlemen...

Ah, thank you.

-See, that's how you do it. Your go.

-£2. Come on, £2 croissants...

-See you later.

-Lovely, thank you.

Mmm, can I smell a fry-up?

Yes, you can. But you can't have none, though.

-And why not?

-Because you have got a visitor.

Look what I found on the market!

It's all the old favourites.

There's the waltz, and there's the foxtrot.

I thought we could put in some practice.

What, here? Now?

Don't let me put you off.

I've got a date with a fried egg sarnie, you know, extra ketchup.

Side order of bacon, sausages.

You don't think it's a good idea, do you?

-No, it's not that...

-Making an idiot of myself, aren't I?

I'm sorry, Patrick. It's just that I had such a nice time the other day

-and you were so much better on your feet than me.

-No, I wasn't...

Oh, yes, you were. There was not one woman in that room

who could keep their eyes off of you.

Suppose I just didn't want to let you down, that's all.

Look, let me just push this table away.

OK?

-What, you mean...?

-Shall we dance?

It's all my fault, isn't it?

I mean, you and Kat used to be such good friends.

We still are, Jean.

But there's an atmosphere now between you, isn't there?

-Well, if there is, that's her look out.

-So it IS my fault.

Jean, listen, I've got more important things

to think about right now.

I've got Liam terrified of giving evidence tomorrow,

and Tiffany won't eat anything. Cheers.

Here you are. Look. Why don't you try this.

Well, look, some beans, then.

On toast. Come on, you love beans on toast.

How about some chocolate?

-Bianca...

-She's got to eat something.

Look, why don't you and Liam get back to the stall

and you take that for your breakfast.

I'll look after Tiff.

Is it Liam? You worried about him?

Well, is it a tummy ache or something?

Just can't eat.

Well, yeah, we can see that, Tiff.

But why?

Cos.

Cos what?

Cos I'm in love.

-Huh. How about those, then? Have you had breakfast?

-I have.

What about the girl?

Why are you so concerned about us all of a sudden?

This is just an act of selflessness. Don't be so suspicious.

I already am suspicious.

Alice isn't here, anyway, she's taken Scarlett to the shops.

And I've got an appointment this morning, you know what it's like,

-business and babies.

-Yeah.

-They don't always mix.

KNOCK AT DOOR

-Bang on time.

-Morning.

-Hi. Come in.

Do you two know each other?

-Don't think so.

-No.

Michael, Danny. Danny, Michael.

Hello.

Who's just leaving. You can go through.

-What's this business, then?

-None of yours.

-Some post for your Dad.

-I'll pass it on.

If you just let me know where he is, I could do it myself.

When are you going to get the message?

Max ain't interested.

When are you going to get the message? You ain't wanted.

What was that all about?

Just the usual. Kirsty giving me grief.

Looked like she was getting grief herself,

looked like that Carl fella was on her back.

Yeah, well, I wish he would do us all a favour and take her back.

-So her and him...?

-Yeah. Carl's her ex.

And maybe if they got back together, I could get some peace.

CLEARS THROAT Sorry.

Here you are.

Sam brought them for you.

He knows you'd had breakfast, but just in case.

So, him staying here...

Does that mean...?

I don't know.

Just a drink. The three of us, me, you and Dexter. At the Vic.

Bit public.

That's the whole point, get it out in the open,

let everyone know what's going on.

Think about it.

Either we do something like this, or we tell the same story

a hundred times over to as many different people.

-Have you mentioned any of this to Dexter?

-No.

I wanted to make sure you were OK with it first.

Yeah. Why not?

I'll call him.

I'll see to Dext.

Lovely, isn't it?

If you ask very nicely, Danny might even take you for a spin in it.

Oh, boy.

-Has she gone?

-She's in the ladies' room.

Look, now, any chance of a bacon sandwich?

-Worked up an appetite, have you?

-More like a heart attack.

-It was fun though, right?

-Don't get me wrong, I like dancing but oh, gosh, man.

The waltz? The foxtrot?

I mean, I like dances with a bit of passion,

something you could get low down and dirty too, you know what I mean?

-Yeah, and Betty's not exactly your low down and dirty type, is she?

-No.

This is not a criticism.

Course not.

Don't get me wrong, she is a beautiful woman. Sweet, kind.

I had a tortoise like that once.

Betty's not a tortoise. It's just that she's...

Right. Same time tomorrow?

Same time?

I'll stop by that stall and see if they've got something else.

-Yeah, man.

-"Yeah, man!"

-SHE LAUGHS

What is he doing here?

-You know him?

-Yes. Unfortunately, I do.

Well, if Janine's going to get involved with him,

that's her bad luck, innit?

I thought he was just a business contact.

Is that what he's calling himself, a business contact?

He's a snake, Michael, OK?

Now, look, I know Janine might not exactly be a pussycat,

-but he is poison.

-Ah. You and him?

-No! No. More like you and him.

-OK.

Look, he had a thing with Syed.

Well, it didn't quite split him and Christian up,

but it was a pretty close run thing, you know what I mean? So...

-OK.

-He's poison.

-I think it's really sweet.

-What is it? Some kid out a boy

-band or something?

-It isn't a crush, Bianca.

This is the real thing, hearts and flowers and all that.

It's a local boy.

What, this is actually a real person?

Yeah. She just wouldn't tell me who it is.

I can't believe that she's told you, her nan, and not me, her mum!

-That doesn't mean anything. You're just busy...

-Busy. Yeah.

-I didn't mean it like that.

-But that's right. I am, aren't I?

Too busy thinking about Liam

and about everything else to worry about her.

-Tiff doesn't think that.

-Why? I would if I was her.

I'm sure he knows.

No, course he don't.

Well, every time I look at him, he's looking at me.

Well, probably cos you keep looking at him!

Anyway, he wouldn't have to, would he?

If you hadn't done anything.

-You think I'm evil, don't you?

-Course I don't...

Well, you should. Cos I am.

I'm going to do what you said, I am going to go out there, right now...

-..and tell Ian what I've done.

-No, hold on, Jean, look.

I know what I said, but that's a really bad idea.

I've got to do something.

Well, why don't you just get out the Square for a bit? Go somewhere?

-Where?

-I don't know, anywhere.

-Contract for my allotment came through this morning.

-There you go.

-Go on, get up there and do some digging.

-I don't...

What?

I don't feel I like deserve it. Everything's spoilt.

-Go and get your wellies.

-What?

Go and get your wellies.

All right?

Is that what you're into, is it? Property?

I'm into whatever makes money.

-So how's the mobile catering trade?

-The what?

Isn't that what you're into?

Sorry, I just thought with you knocking out croissants and that...

-Same again?

-Yeah.

You seem a little unsettled by him, Michael. Kind of uneasy.

What is it about this young, attractive, successful,

charming entrepreneur with the really upmarket car

that bothers you so much?

Is that's how you find him, is it? Charming? Attractive?

Well, not to put too fine a point on it, I definitely would.

Would you? He definitely wouldn't. Not with you anyway, love.

Ask Roxy if you don't believe me.

About him and Syed.

You seem unsettled, Janine. Uneasy.

Can't think why.

I am not having second thoughts.

Sounds like that to me.

It's just, Betty, she's delightful...

Patrick, it's obvious. Betty doesn't rock your boat.

Not like Cora used to anyway.

-No.

-Just tell her.

-Tell her what?

Betty, you're a sweet woman, you're a nice woman, so I'm dumping you?

You know, she'll probably get the message soon enough anyway.

You think so?

Women can read the signs. It's programmed in our genes.

What?

Dexter!

Is that right?

Looks like it, innit.

I know what it looks like. But is it?

Oh, Sam...

What a waste.

Cheers.

Oh, there you are. See this?

Under lock and key, all right? It's mine.

Oh, that's nice.

Alice, I'm sorry.

I was despicable to you.

I was in a very dark, terrible place. That's no excuse.

I shouldn't have taken it out on you and I want to apologise properly.

Hey, we're going over to the Vic.

-Wondered if you'd like to join us.

-No. Got a lot on at the Arches.

You do get a lunch break, don't you?

Yeah, but we're really busy right now.

Just we thought it'd be nice, all the family, together.

Like I said. I've got a lot on, man.

-Whoa, whoa...

-Let him go, Sam.

I thought you said this was all cool. Sorted.

Yeah, but it doesn't mean that Dexter won't need a bit of time.

Time for what?

Time to get used to the idea of his Mum and Dad being back together?

Come on, it took me long enough.

You been keeping out of my way on purpose?

No, course not, I've just been busy, you know,

sorting this lot, for starters.

-You're doing a good job of it.

-Right.

Won't be long now before there's punters here all day.

Eating, drinking, handing over the cash.

Yeah, and it goes straight back out again, don't it?

I mean, rent, rates, wages, Janine's cut.

The money you owe me is way down your list of priorities, yeah?

Well, before I can pay the rent, the rates, and the wages,

I've now got to fork out to get that place sorted, thanks to you.

I had nothing to do with that, if that's what you're getting at.

Ian, do you think if I wanted to do damage I would stop at this?

Look, I understand you want your money, I get that...

Yeah, course I do.

What have I had so far? One instalment?

You've got to give me time, OK? You've got to be reasonable.

I had things I wanted to do with that money, plans to set up.

Yeah, I know, but I'm sure she'd be reasonable.

Who?

Your ex? Kirsty?

I mean, she's part of these plans, isn't she?

She's bound to be. I mean, now you're out.

Good-looking woman like that.

Maybe I could talk to her, you know, explain the situation.

I'm just an ordinary bloke, trying to do right by his family.

I'm sure she'd understand.

You're making that sound like a threat.

I'm not threatening anyone.

She just seemed like she was a nice lady, that was all.

I don't think she'd take too kindly to you piling this pressure on me.

Yeah.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

Yeah.

I'm going to think about it.

I'll let you know.

So, here's one I got involved with down in Shadwell,

a couple of years ago.

Architect pal of mine drew up the plans.

Conversions on a couple of maisonettes.

Brushed up a treat, they did.

So you have got a fair bit of history

when it comes to this sort of thing, then?

-Yeah, I've done a bit. You know.

-Full of surprises, aren't you?

I didn't realise that you had history round here, too.

I didn't have you down as someone that would listen to gossip, Janine.

No.

Course not. None of my business.

But you want to know who you're dealing with, that's fair enough.

Who they are. What they're like.

I'd be exactly the same in your shoes.

So shall I tell you who I am and what I'm like?

Or shall I let you find out for yourself?

Because if I've read you right, you're the kind of woman

that likes to make her own mind up about people.

So, come on. Show me some more.

This looks fantastic.

Friends?

Michael, I didn't stop being your friend, I just...

I know. I know. Let me just stop you there.

You just didn't want to live with an idiot anymore.