17/01/2014 EastEnders Omnibus

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-Are you done with the milk, kids? Want some more?

-No, ta.

Tiff, Morgan, come on. Shoes on. We're going.

-Thought I was taking them.

-Well, you thought wrong.

Are you going to keep ignoring me or are we actually going

-to talk about it?

-I wasn't planning to, no.

-Bianca...

-Do you want me to get the kids to school on time or stand here talking to you about your sex life?

-I didn't hear that.

-Kids, I'm out the door!

Come on, kids. Your mum's gone.

-You all right?

-Yep. I see Fat Elvis has come up trumps again.

-Out-of-date sugar pills?

-Nah, doctors use them. Placebos. Yeah.

They make you think you're taking a pill when you're actually not.

So, what you're saying is, they do nothing?

They'll fly off the stall, they will.

I'm getting side-effects here.

Are you sure you've got to go back to the stall?

-Get a job, Alfie.

-Yes. All right, all right.

-See you later.

-See you later.

We could tell the kids about us tonight, when TJ and Rosie get back?

I've got a job in a bit, but I'll come round later.

That's not a good idea.

No, it's nothing to do with me and you.

I mean, it's about my mum and dad.

-I only caught them in bed together.

-No!

Oh, poor Masood.

-And you, of course. Are you sure they were, um...

-Of course they were!

-What else were they doing?!

-I don't know, huddling for warmth or something.

-It's not funny.

Listen, my mum and dad together is never a good idea.

-So, when did this happen?

-Friday night.

-And what did they have to say for themselves? Was it a one-off?

You haven't spoke to them about it, have you?

Just tell her what you've been going through.

-How's that going to make her feel any better about what's happened?

-Explain you've been under

-a lot of stress and that.

-And what does that make you, my stress relief?

You've been many things, David, but you've never been that.

No, I'll tell her that we made a mistake.

-MOBILE BEEPS

-Oh! Is that what it was?!

-It's Masood.

-Back so soon?

Landed. Just landed.

MOBILE RINGS

-Hello?

-'Mum? Yeah, I've changed my mind.'

Yeah, you're right. I do want to talk about it.

Back at the house. Now.

-I want you straight back after work.

-Where else would I go?

-Just get yourself home, all right?

-What you got planned then?

-I'm cooking tonight.

Don't need to cook. Just sling a slab of meat in his cage.

Ignore him. What are you making?

Home-made curry. From scratch.

Him and Phil have got a bit of history.

So have you, from what I hear.

Well, we were together before, but it was more complicated then.

Well, I was married at the time to his brother.

-No!

-Uh-hm.

-But Phil's brother...

-Grant.

-..he's not Denny's Dad?

-Uh, no. No, that's Dennis.

Well, that's kind of complicated too.

-Don't tell me you had an affair with his brother and all!

-Not exactly. Erm...

Well, Dennis was kind of my brother.

Well, my dad's son.

-Your half-brother?!

-No, I'm adopted.

Oh, thank goodness for that!

Oh, so it was Dennis showed up,

-caused all that trouble I heard about?

-No. No, Dennis died.

That was John. He was another one.

-John?

-Uh-hm.

-Who was he related to?

No-one, thankfully.

Wish I had a some stories like that in my locker.

Me and Mick met at school. Never been with anyone else. Never will.

You're so lucky, Linda. Phil's the closest thing

to a long-term relationship I've ever had.

Just weren't together for most of it. Well, maybe that'll change now.

Do I hear wedding bells?

Not sure I'm ready to let anyone put a ring on my finger again but...

Phil's the only bloke who could.

Have you got any idea what it was like for me

seeing you together like that?

-The kids could have walked in.

-They didn't.

-Yeah, but they could have.

-Yeah, but they didn't.

This is very embarrassing.

It wasn't planned, Bianca. It just happened.

Why can't you just be normal?!

Why can't you just split up, hate each other's guts

and spend the rest of your lives avoiding each other? Instead we have this carry-on, time after time.

You're like a couple of horny teenagers.

It wasn't about that.

So, what was it about then?

-Are we done?

-No.

Cos I think I've had my two minutes on the naughty step.

This is pointless, Carol.

Just tell her.

He's just going to hurt you again.

He can't.

Why would you put yourself in this position? You've got Mas.

What can he give you that Masood can't?

This isn't about Masood, is it? It's not even about me, really.

This is about you. I understand.

-You hoped that your dad came back for you...

-Don't tell me what I hoped.

..and that is why you're angry and confused, but you don't have to be.

-He did come back for you. He really did.

-Well, then he can clear off for me and all.

-What's this?

-All right, sweetheart?

This here is the answer to a million men's prayers.

-I said these were useless.

-Keep it shtoom, all right?

This is the power of placebo. The power of the placebo.

-Good luck.

-Thank you.

You're back sooner than I thought. You OK?

-Huh?

-You OK?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Tired, but fine.

I brought you something back from Pakistan.

You didn't have to do...

Tambo!

Shabnam?

-Er, could you knock before you come in here?

-Sorry.

Haven't you got somewhere you should be, Carol?

-Not really.

-No?

-No.

OK.

No plans then?

Well, I was going to go to the supermarket and do a big shop.

Oh, right. I'll run you, if you like? Slow day out there.

-Max won't mind.

-No, it's fine. I'll get the bus.

Humour me.

It'll give us a chance to talk,

clear the air,

before lover boy gets back.

We don't want that hanging over us, do we, eh?

Can you get off the bed, please?

All right. Just no funny stuff, OK? What happened was a...one-off.

Come on, everybody. Fellas, have I got something very special for you?

Here you are, mate. You pop one of these, your little soldier'll be back on the front line

faster than you can say, "Attention!"

Good for hair loss.

I don't know what I'm doing wrong. I'm giving it my best patter

-and they're all slipping off the hook.

-You know your problem, don't you?

-I'm sure you're going to tell me, Kat.

-You're trying to sell

-to the wrong sort of people.

-Right.

-Watch and learn, sweetheart.

Here you are, darling. Do yourself a favour, have a look at these.

How about you, Linda? Need a little boost in the bedroom?

-We don't have any problem in that department.

-Yeah?

SHE WHISPERS

Well, in that case...

Cheers.

-There you go.

-Very good. Very good.

What are you doing? Should go left here.

What are you doing, David? Pull over.

What are you planning, eh?

Another quickie in a cheap hotel?

Credit me with some class, Carol.

Well, you're up to something. I know you, David Wicks.

Yeah, I am. And I know you as well.

I saw your face when you got that text. You were scared.

So I rang the breast surgical department.

You've missed an appointment.

They've been trying to get hold of you for days.

I presume that's your results.

They spoke to you? They're not allowed to.

Well, they will if I say I'm your husband.

-You had no right!

-Carol...

Is that where we're going?

Well, someone had to yank your head out of the sand.

What, you thought we'd just pull up outside the hospital

-and I'd smile sweetly and trot in?

-No, I thought I'd get you halfway,

we'd have a massive row but eventually you'd see sense.

No, Carol, listen. I know you're scared, I know you are,

but you've got to do this.

Look, maybe everything's fine but, if it's not, you need to know.

-You really are a piece of work, do you know that? Get off me.

-Fine. Go. But know this...

I may have done this wrong...

but I did it because...

..because I care about what happens to you.

Now, I've got you halfway.

Your choice now.

There's one for Syed too.

-She wanted all her grandchildren to have something.

-Is that her?

Yeah! Straight off the boat, 1962.

-She looks so happy.

-Yeah, she was.

It was the first time she'd seen your daadaa in what, six years?

Imagine that. Just got married

and he left her to travel halfway across the world to drive a bus.

It's hard to believe.

She wanted a better life for them, for me, for you.

You OK?

Yeah.

Well, look after them.

Daadi was always so proud of her brainbox grandson.

Thought you'd be at uni by now.

Yeah, that didn't work out.

-How long are you staying?

-Erm, couple of weeks.

I'm organising a memorial service tomorrow

-for Daadi's friends and family in the UK.

-Tomorrow?

And...Dad needs looking after.

The funeral, the flights, seeing Mum again,

he's found it very difficult.

Yo, Tam! What do you want me to do with these, man?

-Tamwar, should I be calling the police?

-No!

Fats, Shabnam. Shabnam, Fats.

-That's my sister. He lives here.

-Oh, yes, of course! No, yes.

-You've told me... He's told me all about you, man.

-I might have told you a bit.

Well, anyway, welcome. You know, come and give us some love, Shabba.

Do you mind if I don't?

And if you value your bodily extremities,

please don't ever call me Shabba again.

Carol Jackson?

That's us. Come on.

Follow me, please.

I'm here, Carol. Whatever he says, we'll deal with it. Come on.

-No.

-Hey?

I want to do this alone.

Erm...

There is something I need to tell you.

I have a girlfriend...

..and her name is Carol

and she lives across the square.

And before you ask, it had nothing to do with your mum and me.

It started long after.

She's an amazing woman.

I'd really like you to meet her.

Does she make you happy?

Yeah.

Yeah, very.

I'm sorry I missed that appointment but...

I meant to get in touch, but life just got so chaotic, you know how it is.

Would you like someone here with you?

No.

The results of your biopsy came back...

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

You have breast cancer.

Now, I know this is a shock.

Are you OK?

We've determined the cancer is multi-focal...

a number of small cancers.

And, unfortunately, a biopsy also showed it's spread to your lymph glands,

so we need to carry out more tests to check for secondary tumours.

Now, assuming the scans are clear,

we'll start with a course of chemotherapy

and then, because the cancer is multifocal,

we'd carry out a mastectomy to remove the breast.

Mrs Jackson?

Mrs Jackson, it's a lot to take in.

You understood what I said about the possibility of a mastectomy?

Yeah.

Vikki Phillips is one of our clinical nurse specialists.

Now, if it's all right with you, when we're finished,

she'll make sure you're fully aware of what we're going to do

and the options available.

Now, are you sure you wouldn't want someone here with you?

No. I'm fine.

-70 quid.

-That's not bad for half-a-day's work.

-You've got to stay light on your feet and exploit every opportunity.

-Listen, today's been a laugh but...

your brain is still thinking hand-to-mouth

and we can't live like that any more, Alfie.

-Thank you.

-Bye-bye.

-Bye.

It's fine. It's just a cyst.

Thank God for that.

Mick, if you hear of any bar work going... Just keep your ear

-to the ground for me, will you?

-'Course, mate.

-Cheers.

-Alfie?

-Yeah?

-I spoke to Vicki earlier.

-Oh, right?

Her and Spencer are looking for someone to help open

-a bar for them in Sydney.

-Since when?

-Well, it's only just confirmed. What do you think?

-Great idea.

-Long way to commute though. No, listen, thanks, sweetheart.

-All right, babe.

-Alfie!

-I hear you're still looking for work.

-Yeah.

Can I have a word?

Here you go. Mick's curry paste.

-It'll make his hair fall out, if he had any.

-Cheers, Linda.

Look, I know this outfit on Canvey and they lost their front man over Christmas.

-Shirl, I can hold a tune but...

-Come on, Alfie. You know what I'm talking about. It's a gang.

They do all the long cons across the south-east.

-They're looking for someone with a bit of patter.

-Me?

Regular money, Alfie.

Big regular money.

You've got my number. Have a think about it.

Performance enhancement?

I was always under the impression that my performance was...

..satisfactory.

More than, darling.

It's just that sometimes I might appreciate an encore.

Multiple encores.

Tina's due to start work in ten minutes.

I'll be waiting.

Why wouldn't you tell them? It's good news, isn't it?

Oh. You're back...from wherever you've been.

Yeah, not quite Pakistan, but somewhere equally as exotic.

-David ran me to the supermarket. Are you all right?

-Yeah.

I was wondering if you had a moment.

-There's someone at the house I'd like you to meet.

-Right. Yeah. OK.

-Just let me get sorted and I'll pop over.

-Yeah.

-So, where have you two really been?

-I told you.

-Two bags of shopping? Is that your cover up story, is it?

-Carol...

So, where've you been? Sneaking about behind his back?

-You disgust me, the pair of you.

-Oi! Oi! Don't you speak

to your mother like that.

-Carol, please.

-Shut up, David. Shut up!

Where are you going now?

See the effect you have on her?

I'm really pleased to meet you.

You must be shattered after your long flight.

Shall I make some tea?

Know your way round my mum's kitchen then?

OK. I'll make the tea then.

-Got through it all right?

-Yeah, erm...

Yeah, it was hard...

but it was also kind of beautiful, you know?

The whole family were there.

It really felt like she was loved.

Wish I could've been there to support you.

He had plenty of support.

The memorial's tomorrow?

Yeah, Shabnam's been a brilliant organiser.

Right. Well, if I can help with any last-minute details.

You must be hungry, Dad.

-I'll nip out and get us something to eat.

-I'll come.

You know, help you carry the bags and that. Mr Mas.

She's not normally like that. She's a good girl.

-She's Daddy's girl.

-Oh, you noticed that, did you?

No-one's ever going to be good enough for you. Apart from her mum.

Oh, you can't really blame her for that.

She wasn't around to see how bad it got.

And now she's here without her...

Zee's her mum.

She must feel like there's a great big hole in the middle of this home.

Are you OK?

Tell me about Pakistan.

I'm getting there.

-What, properly back together?

-Properly.

-Yes!

-Does that mean you're going to get married?

-'Course it don't!

-I'm not sharing a bedroom again.

We're all staying where we are this time, all right?

What it does mean is we get to hang out together

and do some really cool stuff...

-like going to McKlunky's right now.

-Yes!

Get your shoes and coats on.

-What?

-No, I can't come. My mum's stropped off again.

-Something's up and I don't know what it is.

-All right.

Well, I'll fill this lot up with chicken and deliver them back

greasy and content.

Sort it out with your mum, yeah?

I met hundreds of people,

people she grew up with, people she'd played with as a little girl.

And there she was...

..looking beautiful.

I helped carry her body,

place it in the ground...

Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un.

To Allah we belong and to Allah we return.

Then three handfuls of soil, sprinkled over her body.

You were created from the earth and we give you back to the earth.

I wish I could believe.

I'm really struggling.

It feels like she's just gone.

She lived and she died

and that's that.

It's different now.

The more you know someone, the older you get,

less places to hide. Keeps you honest.

I don't know.

I mean, you know what people say...

"Don't ever go back. It can never be the same."

Yeah, well, it doesn't have to be the same.

It can be even better.

Ian Beale, you're thinking about her!

-Who?

-Don't play games. What I said goes for mates too.

After all these years, there's no place you can hide from me.

Jane.

DOOR SLAMS

-I thought he wasn't going to be back for half-an-hour?

-It's fine.

Something smells good.

-What's he doing here?

-Well, apparently, I burnt the spices.

Ian's saved your supper.

You should thank him.

Should I?

-All right, Mickey. Is Shirley in?

-Hello, mate.

I dunno. Have you had a look outside? Is the flag flying?

It's on the house. It's...

a little thank you from me and Linda.

OK. What for?

Them pills.

I always thought I could hold my own in that respect,

but let me just tell you something...

it's made me feel 18 again.

I've just been sat over the Vic

watching them Carters.

Larking around, they were.

They got together when they were young. Did you know that?

So I'm sitting there

and just for a minute...

I imagined it was me and you.

Maybe if I'd been a bit braver...

who knows, eh?

See, that's the thing, when you know somebody when they were young...

it's a privilege cos you get to know the real person,

before life screws them over...

..and teaches them how to hide their wounds.

I knew you when you were young, Carol.

You can't hide your wounds from me.

I'm scared, David.

I'm so, so scared.

-WHISPERS:

-It's all right.

You know what? This ain't bad,

even if Beale did have his mucky paws on it.

He's my mate and he's going to be here from time-to-time,

so get used to it.

While we're on the subject, there's something you could learn from Ian.

-Oh, yeah?

-He may have his faults,

but I've always been able to talk to him, you know.

Phil, I want us to work, I mean, properly work...

and that means talking to me.

I mean, whatever you do, whatever you're feeling,

I want to know all about it, share everything.

OK.

-And that includes the cooking, as it happens.

-Well...

I hope you like egg and chips.

Egg and chips?

I'm Angie Watts' daughter. Egg and chips were her forte.

-What have you done to her now?!

-Bianca, I've had just about all I can take...

-Is that right?

-You are being a right selfish little mare.

-I've got cancer.

I've got cancer, Bianca.

It's not a single lump. It's lots of little lumps, apparently.

-But you're going to be all right though?

-They don't know.

They think it might have gone into my lymph glands or something.

What do you mean? What does that mean? I don't know what you mean.

It means that they're going to have to do more scans

to check that it hasn't gone anywhere else.

Did you know about this?

-Yeah, some of it.

-Yeah. Your dad's been helping me.

-I'm so sorry.

-Hey.

-I've been so selfish.

-It's all right, darling.

So, what are we going to do?

We're going to fight it.

That looks good.

Lemon tart.

Did you make it or buy it?

That's my little secret.

What's yours?

So, we keep a lid on things, yeah?

Carry on as normal and no-one's none the wiser. Agreed?

-Agreed about what?

-We were just saying

we think it's best if we keep it between ourselves for now.

And how long do you reckon we can keep that up for?

As soon as I start having the treatments, the kids are going to work it out.

We'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

The fact is, Carol, those kids hear the word cancer,

-they're only going to think one thing.

-Pat was just gone so quick.

I'm not saying... I didn't... I'm not saying that you're the same.

It's all right. It's too late. You've said it now.

So, it's better for everyone if we just keep this to ourselves.

No blabbing.

What about Masood?

I'll deal with Masood, OK? So, stay out of it, both of you.

-All right.

-Found these two hungry critters on the way round.

Oh, who fancies a bacon sandwich?

I see you've not handed that key back. Ta-ta.

See you.

-You, erm... You all right, Nan?

-Right, come on. Let's go.

We'll grab something to eat at the caff. Come on. Come, come.

Is it something I said?

Right. I'd better get down the Arches.

Don't want the boss to think I'm slacking, do I?

Here, how about me and you kick a ball round after school today?

Yeah! Can we?

You, upstairs. Come on. Uniform on. Back in ten minutes, yeah?

Sharon! Sharon! I'm just trying to get things back to normal,

-that's all.

-Before that happens, you and me need to have a little talk.

Have you ever thought that if I don't tell you stuff, it's cos you don't need to know?

-Don't treat me like other people, Phil.

-Sharon... Sharon, look around you.

You're living in a nice house.

Me and Denny, we get on great, don't we?

Now, why rock the boat?

Mum!

-What?

-What are you doing?

You shouldn't be putting them bins out in your condition.

Wrapping me up in cotton wool isn't going to help keep the kids in the dark, is it?

You didn't mind when you were sneaking about with my dad, did you?

Have you seen Mas yet?

What's up with you this morning? If you're not ignoring the punters,

-you're scaring them off with your face ache.

-Oh, shut up, Kat.

Ah, Kathleen, my love!

-What's that for?

-Come and sit down here. Come on.

I want you to take a break for ten minutes in the hour, OK?

Cos you are carrying a special cargo.

I'm running a stall, not joining Westlife.

Hey, Butcher! I'm relying on you to keep an eye on her for me, all right?

Look, I've got to go to the suppliers. I'll see you all after.

See you later.

So, what you got in there? A blow-up sofa and some magazines?

Look, at you getting posh! Mind your business. Love you.

No, no. Don't get up. You two relax.

I've CLEANED them.

But if you want to make work for yourself, then be my guest.

40 years my mum's run a pub. She'd cut off her own hand

before she served glasses in the state you left them.

-She didn't mind serving flat beer and hairy pork scratchings, though, did she?

-She never!

Couldn't keep the floor show down to a dull roar, could you?

It's just I've got punters being put off their beer.

Well, I'm getting all sorts of lip off these two. What are you going to do about it?

Sorry, sir? What was that? A pint, was it, yeah?

All right, Shirl? It's about me being on the lookout for a business opportunity.

-You changed your mind about Canvey Island?

-And risk getting banged up and leaving Kat on her own?

No, no. I'm thinking more...

what I could do for you.

See, I've got...

-That tinsel reminds me of Phil Mitchell.

-What?

Bald and past its prime.

Yeah, I know it's seen better days.

Listen, I wouldn't normally ask, Shirl,

but Spencer, my younger brother, right, he's...

he's on the verge of opening up a bar out in Oz. Don't ask why.

And if I can get shot of this lot, then it'll help me

raise the fare to get out there.

He's got some rich investor. Now if I can help,

they're going to bung me a real serious wedge.

Listen. Shirl, I just want to be a good dad to Tommy.

Come on, Shirl. You know what I'm going through right now, eh?

I do understand, Alfie, but what am I going to do

with the world's worst Christmas decorations in January?

Yeah. Yeah. I know.

Listen, thanks, sweetheart. Sorry about the mess.

What do you want?

Look, I know a bad atmosphere when I stumble into one.

You've still got a problem with me and Bianca being together, ain't ya?

Go away, Terry. Please.

Look, we're really trying to make things work, you know.

I'm in this for the long haul, mate.

Mate?

Listen, Dave...

Are you serious, Terry?

Get out.

Yes, Mum. Of course we've ordered enough lager!

We ain't a pair of muppets. We know what we're doing.

Talk to her, will you, before I say something I regret?

Elaine. Hello, baby.

How was curry night? Hot and spicy, just like intended?

So, what's this about you needing a second opinion then?

I fancy a feature wall.

What do you think?

See? Now, this is why I need help.

I'm determined to put my own stamp on this place though.

I've even got a builder coming to look at the barrel store.

-And you've been working wonders over at Phil's.

-Yeah.

Making all the changes except the ones that count.

-Oh, ignore me, Linda.

-There you go, ladies. On the house.

You see? Now, this is why I keep him around.

I'd have traded him in for a younger model otherwise.

Wind your neck in. You don't trade in prime steak for a scrag end.

-You think you're really special, don't you?

-Shut your noise, you.

-Keep your eye on her, Shar. Make sure she don't bankrupt me.

-Will do.

-What?

-Everything seems so easy between you two.

Well, that's what you get when you've been with the same fella

-for over 20 years.

-I've known Phil that long.

Sometimes it feels like I might as well have met him last week.

Oh, take no notice.

I've been behind a bar since I could stand up.

I know man trouble when I see it. Spill. Come on.

Well, there's things in Phil's life

he's got no interest in letting me in on, that's all.

Secrets ain't good.

Now, if it was me, I wouldn't rest till I found out what was going on

and then I'd nip it in the bud. Sharpish.

-I'm sorry, this isn't what I ordered.

-My fault. Sorry.

-It's OK.

-Hey.

-Hey.

I should've got you an extra pair of hands for Christmas.

Hey, Mas. How you doing?

-Are you free later?

-Well, I was going to ask you the same thing.

I just wondered if you fancied coming to Mum's memorial?

-That's today?

-Yeah, we're going to do Khatam at the mosque

and then we're going to go to the London Eye because she always wanted to, you know.

It would mean a lot if you could be there.

Do you think it's right, with the family and everything?

Please, Carol. It's just been the worst week.

-Please.

-Can you manage this place on your own for a couple of hours?

-Sure.

-That's for Sadie. OK.

Do you mind?

The sooner he knows about us, the better.

His mum just died. He needs me.

Yeah, and what about me and you?

Carol?

Carol!

That's a tenner, please, sweetheart.

Cheers. Thanks, babe. See ya. Bye.

Do you know, I feel about as welcome as a Chelsea fan

at Loftus Road at Bianca's at the minute?

-You ever had in-law trouble?

-No. Alfie only had his nan

and she was a right little diamond.

I tried to have it out with him, man to man.

Didn't get me anywhere.

Something's going on, you know?

And I ain't in the loop.

I can feel it.

B is in a right mood this morning, right?

-If I was you, I'd keep my head down till it all blows over.

-Or...

I could take them down the Vic tonight. A few drinks, some laughs.

I'll have Dave eating out my hand in no time.

-Did you hear what I just said to you?

-Yeah. Good chat. Thanks, Kat.

It's only 11 months till Christmas. Gather round, you lucky people.

I've got some wonderful stuff to sell you. Christmas baubles

direct from Germany.

Even Christmas cards in their envelopes.

You're going to thank me come Christmas, ladies. I promise you.

You're going to want this...

Sharon!

DOOR SLAMS

Sharon, where are you?

Bringing home flowers when you've done wrong.

How original.

Don't matter.

As long as it works.

Look, just tell me whose phone it is and we can put it all behind us.

Don't you want a relationship where we can tell each other everything?

Phil, it is not a fairy-tale. How am I supposed to trust you

if I don't have a clue what is going on in your life?

I've asked you and now I'm telling you, all right?

Keep your nose out.

Put those in water.

OK.

Er...sorry, we were just about to leave.

-You didn't tell them I was coming.

-I didn't think it'd be a problem.

You want her to come with us? I'm so sorry.

Dad, this isn't fair on, er... Is it Carol?

She's not dressed right. She doesn't know the ritual.

Mas asked me to come.

He's grieving. He isn't thinking straight.

I can speak for myself, thank you very much.

And I want Carol with me today. End of story.

This isn't appropriate!

We are going to the mosque to honour my mum

and then do something she would have enjoyed and I want Carol with me!

-Mum would never have invited someone outside the family to come today.

-What, not even her new man?

She doesn't have a new man, actually. They broke up.

-OK, I think you both just need to calm down.

-Yeah, he's right.

And the best way to make that happen is if I just go.

-Thank you.

-No! Stop it!

Today is about family

and as far as I'm concerned, that includes Carol.

I am sorry, but if SHE is coming, then I'd rather stay here

and honour Daadi in my own way.

Well, that'd be up to you, then.

Mas, don't do this, not on my account.

Shabnam's a grown-up. She's made her decision.

It's time to go.

-What are you doing?

-This is not happening. Not today.

OK. Didn't see that one coming.

All right?

-Is Phil around?

-Oh, he didn't tell you, then?

-Tell me what?

-He said something about getting Dennis from school.

You think that I can't do this all day?

My daughter Bianca got in such a strop once

she didn't talk for a week and a half.

Even she had to say something eventually.

All I want is a family day...

with just family.

Dad did not organise today.

It was me who rang everyone, me who booked everything.

That's the thing about families, you know. You bend over backwards for them

and most of the time they don't stop and ask you how you feel.

Must be hard.

Your mum's gone,

losing your nan.

You probably thought that everything here would be the same as when you left it,

only suddenly, you don't know which way is up.

If you want me to stay, I will.

But I need you to promise me that you're going to look after Mas.

Will you do that?

Why do you think I came back?

Here, Mazza. I don't want to sound like an over-impatient cabbie...

Yeah, yeah. Meter's running. Understood. Yeah.

You know if one of them dies in there,

we could all be held responsible?

Shabnam's right. I'm going to stay here and you go ahead.

But I invited you cos I wanted you to come.

Look...

she's put a lot into this.

-Don't let some petty arguing get in the way.

-Yeah, but...

I will be here when you get back. I promise.

Go on. Go.

Well, either that was the nicest break-up in the world

or you haven't told him about us yet.

Back off, David.

Why is this tat cluttering up my lounge instead of at the tip?

Nothing to do with me. Must be some of the kids' junk.

No, no, no. Mind off. That's my stuff.

I dug out a few family mementos. I thought we could put them

behind the bar, brighten the place up a little bit.

-I'm head of the decoration committee, not you.

-Do you remember this?

Dad won it in a darts match years ago. He was dead chuffed.

You winding me up?

Oh, come on. I know you lot aren't Dad's biggest fans,

but he ain't that bad.

CLATTERING

What did you do that for?!

Ho-ho-ho! Come and get your Christmas goodies, everybody.

Sadie, can I interest you in a bargain? Basement prices.

-Make your salon look lovely next Christmas, eh?

-Whose bin did you drag that out of?

Come on, eh?

What's she playing at? Does she think I want to see his face

-every time I go behind that bar?

-I've already told her I'm not having it.

I don't want nothing of his in this place either.

Don't give him another thought. He ain't worth it.

-I'm ten times the dad he ever was and do you know why?

-Yeah.

-Cos he's a waste of space and you're not.

-No.

Cos of you, you dozy mare.

Now, get him out of your nut, get back in the boozer

and earn your keep.

Mickey!

I need a favour.

Denny?!

Denny, what's happened? What's he done to you?!

What do you, mean what have I done to him? The school rang,

said he had gum in his hair, so I went to pick him up.

Yeah, and then what?! He's covered in blood. Look at him!

Then I cut the gum out his hair and the scissors slipped.

I'm sorry, Sharon. I'm sorting him out. You're all right, aren't you, mate?

-Yeah.

-What do you think I'd do to him, Sharon, eh?

Come on, darling. Let's go upstairs.

Come on.

All right?

-Tinsel in January?

-Yeah. You know I can't sell stock I ain't got, can I?

What you doing, selling it as a job lot or separate?

-I'll do both. I'd do a deal for a mate.

-I tell you what,

I'll give you a tonne for the lot.

Come on, Mick, I ain't a charity case.

No, no, listen, it ain't about charity. Come December, this lot would cost me ten times as much.

Here you are.

I'll box it up for you.

-Box it up, drop it over.

-All right, bud.

Shame about the Eye, but...

only you could be organised enough to get the entire

family to the mosque.

-Only me?

-Well, you or Mum.

She would have loved today. Thank you so much.

Thank you.

Hey! How did it go?

Er, thank you for making me see sense.

What's wrong?

I'm taking him to the barber's tomorrow to get his hair sorted.

What you playing at, kicking off like that?

What, you think I'd hurt the boy, is that it?

I don't know what to think any more.

I spent my whole day on my hands

and knees rooting through cupboards, looking for who knows what.

In what is supposed to be my home!

Phil, I can't do this.

Is everything all right?

You're the, erm...kindest,

most gentle, lovely man.

Carol, where is this going?

I just don't think you and me have a future together.

What?

Oh!

We can have any future we want.

I'm really sorry.

Look, you made progress with Shabnam.

-She'll come round. It's OK.

-It's not about Shabnam.

Then what is it about?!

Look.

Look.

You can talk to me about anything you want, all right?

Something's happened, Mas. And...

it's big and it's...

Well?

I don't understand.

I go to Pakistan and everything's fine, and I get back and...

-Things have changed.

-What, overnight, just like that?

Yeah. Yeah, just like that.

-Sorry.

-This is about him, isn't it?

David.

When you say you don't want me around,

what you're really saying is you don't want me in the way.

So you can rekindle that sordid, pathetic relationship...

I think you should go now.

She said it's time to go.

Look, this is my family. Carol and I are back together.

-There's no point in you hanging round like a bad smell.

-David!

-I knew it.

-There's no point...

-We're not back together.

-Carol, it's done, it's over.

We are not back together!

I just need to think about myself for a change, all right?

Instead of everybody hanging off of me, demanding something, needing something.

-What have you said?!

-You're the one...

-Carol, glad I caught you.

-Just shut up, Terry.

Carol, we don't have to do this. We can talk.

-I've been talking. It's listening you lot don't seem to be able to manage!

-Carol! Carol!

-Do NOT follow me!

-Cheers, darling.

-Thank you very much.

Nice. Oi! Ooh-hoo! You're like a ninja sneaking up on me, then!

Special delivery for Mrs Moon.

You're up to something, I can tell.

What you talking... Don't be silly. A couple of kids on the way,

we ain't got enough cash to light a two-bar heater. I ain't going to keep secrets, am I?

Eh?

I'm watching you, Alfie Moon.

-OK.

-HE WOLF-WHISTLES

I ain't expecting us to sit down and have a moment

but whatever it is, it's upsetting Bianca, so I need to know.

What's happened?

Well, I rocked up here to find him shouting the odds at Masood.

Your mum looks like she's about to keel over.

So are you going to tell me what's happening here, or is he?

Er, well...

well...

Erm...

I was going to tell you but we don't want the kids to find out.

My mum's ill.

She's got breast cancer, Terry.

Look, I'm sorry. I was going to tell you.

Don't worry about me.

Come here.

I haven't changed, Sharon.

Look...you knew who I was when you moved back in here, didn't you?

I'm not saying you have to be whiter than white.

No, course you ain't. Cos if I turned into a bloke, you know, who was working nine to

five at a building society, you wouldn't look twice, would you?

Listen, I understand. I understand, Sharon, you know, you've got to think about Denny.

But my business don't come into this house.

Well, that phone found its way in here.

What else is lurking under the floorboards I don't know about?

Dodgy cash? Guns?

You've just got to trust me Sharon, please.

And maybe I could, once upon a time.

Back when I did get off on the danger.

But I have been around the block too many times to

get into anything with my eyes shut.

So what you saying?

Even if I wanted to, I can't cope with this, the not knowing.

I mean, look what it's doing to me.

Look what it's turning me into.

Get your coat.

What?

I'll ring Jay and get him to keep an eye on Denny.

-Phil...

-If you want to talk, Sharon, if you really want to talk, then...

we can't do it here

and we can't do it when Denny's upstairs, either.

So get your coat.

So maybe we should invite Carol over for dinner tomorrow?

Smooth things over. Make up for her not coming today?

Carol has ended things.

It's over.

-I'm sorry.

-I'm not.

Carol can see the obvious even if you can't.

It's not right you being with a white woman.

Carol, it's me again. Erm...

Look, we're all worried about you here. Can you just ring us

and let us know you're all right?

Please.

My mum had skin cancer, a few years ago now. She's all right now.

She said she appreciates each day more than the last.

My dad still wakes up some nights in tears.

Has these bad dreams that he's lost her.

-FRONT DOOR CLOSES

-It haunts him.

Has she phoned?

No. She's not picking up, darling.

Look, you take that. I'll nip out in the cab. See if I can spot her.

-Thanks,

-Tel. Thanks, Tel.

What is she playing at?

Does she not know that we'd be sitting here worrying ourselves stupid?

Where is she?

Mum!

Mind if I come in?

Course I don't.

This is a surprise.

If, uh...

If you want the truth, then...

then you get it all. You don't get to pick and choose.

That's the deal.

You might want to sit down.

I tried calling you.

I forgot to charge my phone this morning.

The ward sister's off, I'm on earlies. It's a killer.

Just doing the tea. Are you going to stop?

-Give us that coat.

-Oh, sorry.

Rebecca! Nanny's here! Come down and say hello, please.

So, to what do we owe this pleasure?

Martin not around?

No, it's five-a-side night. He's always late.

-Everything all right?

-Yes, fine.

I've forgiven him.

We're good.

-Hello, Nan.

-Hey!

Hello, lovely.

-How are you?

-I'm fine, thanks.

That guitar's sounding really good.

-Are you going to play something for me?

-That'd be lovely.

-I've got to do my chemistry homework.

-Poor you!

-I like chemistry.

-Oh, right! Well, you best get on with that then.

Go on, off you go.

So, how are things at home?

Yeah, no, everything's, er, everything's fine.

Is there any particular reason for you dropping by or...

Oh, Sonia, when was the last time that you scoured that sink, eh?

Leave off, Mum, please.

Right, where is the bleach? Hmm?

And rubber gloves?

Here we go.

So what's the gossip then in Walford? Tell me.

No, there is no gossip.

Everything's, er...everything's normal.

-Phone her again.

-What, and leave another message?

-It's dark out there.

-She's a grown woman.

She's got...

She's not well!

-She'll come home when she's ready.

-She would never have done this

if you hadn't had a stupid teenage scrap with her boyfriend!

-Well, he's not any more.

-She was happy with him, you know.

-She didn't love him!

-She did.

I was only trying to help.

Well, you're not helping. You're just making things worse!

If you really want to help, you've got to do better than this.

The, er...

The phone that you found in the house.

It was Carl's.

The blood on it?

Yeah. That was his.

Ronnie's...

Ronnie's killed him.

What?

And I...

I helped clear up...the mess.

The mess?

-You helped her get rid of him?

-No, no, no.

No, I just helped clear up the flat,

to make it look like he'd done a bunk.

Well...

what about his body?

I'm not sure what she's done with it.

That's why the phone was at the house.

Why did you leave it in the house?

-Denny could have found it!

-Yeah, I know.

It was stupid. I'm sorry, Sharon.

Ronnie's killed Carl.

Ooh!

I always knew you weren't a choir boy, but killing someone...

No, no, no. Ronnie, Sharon. Not me.

How did she do it?

-I'm not sure.

-But you were involved?

-No!

-Well, why?

Sharon, he's a dangerous man, ain't he?

He tried to kill me, he threatened Amy. You know...

Ronnie feels she has to protect her family.

You know what she's like with Roxy.

She's more like a mother, not so much a sister.

Well, I'm Denny's mother.

-Do I have to protect him from you?

-No!

No, Sharon. No.

So...

Are there any other secrets you're hiding from me?

Phil?

Is there something else?

What is it?

You OK?

Yeah, it's just the fumes from the bleach.

PHONE RINGS

How about a nice glass of wine, eh?

It's Bianca.

Has something happened?

I, erm...

I broke up with Masood.

Oh, Mum, what a shame.

Sounds like you need that glass of wine, eh?

We're making, erm, chooza palak,

cos I know it's your favourite.

Dad, I think what Shabnam said...

..she shouldn't have.

But I don't think she meant...

I think it just came out wrong.

Haven't you done the chicken yet?

-No, no, no, I'm doing the marinade.

-I'll do it.

Cheer up, Dad.

We are going to make you such a lovely dinner,

it's going to put everything else into perspective.

-If I... If I don't tell you?

-We're through.

-And if I do tell you, we're through.

-Not necessarily.

What could be worse than covering up for a murderer?

You've told me that and I'm still sitting here, ain't I?

Dennis.

Dennis died...

..because of me.

I killed him.

Dennis?

No, you didn't!

I know you didn't, I was there.

You didn't!

What do you mean?

OK, maybe he thought he was in love with her...

Hey, Mr Mas, what are you doing there, man?

< Isn't it better to finish sooner rather than later?

You been a naughty boy?

< What do you think?

< I don't know. You've made your mind up.

< Tamwar, have an opinion. Please!

So... Masood.

You know, you should get yourself some herb teas, Sonia.

PHONE RINGS I was reading in a magazine the other day,

they're much healthier for you than ordinary tea.

But, er, you know that, erm...

..red wine, that's good for you too, in moderation.

You know, fresh veg, fruit, salad. You've got to stay healthy, Sonia,

because I'll tell you what -

if you haven't got your health, you haven't got anything, you know?

-Dinner ready?

-Yes, darling.

I tell you what...

Why don't you go and sit in front of that telly as a little treat.

-Really?

-Yeah, go on.

-Thanks!

Why have you broken up with Masood?

Because I didn't think it was fair to him, in the circumstances.

What circumstances?

I've got breast cancer, darling.

-Oh, Mum!

-Listen, listen. I'm all right, I'm OK.

-I'm so sorry.

-I know. Come here.

Everything is all right, sweetheart. Honestly. Eh?

Look at me.

I'm so sorry.

You told Dennis...

you found Johnny Allen with his hands round my throat?

He was...

He was going to kill you, wasn't he! Dennis had a right to know.

And this was New Year's Eve?

The day that you were going to leave.

So you tell Dennis...

..and he goes round and has it out with Johnny Allen.

He beat him half to death.

But only half dead. He didn't kill him.

Dennis wasn't like that.

I mean I know he had a temper.

We were leaving, Phil.

We were getting out. We were going to be safe.

We were going to build a life, for us and our baby.

-Only you told him about Johnny Allen.

-Sharon...

-And he beat Johnny Allen.

-If there was one thing I could change...

-Johnny Allen had him killed.

And that's supposed to make me feel better?!

I swear to you. Please!

Don't you come near me.

Don't you dare!

Sharon, please? Sharon!

They're going to try chemotherapy first.

Stick more needles in me, and push me through some machines.

You're not eating, darling. Go on, it's lovely.

Do you know what, Mum? Whatever you need, I'm going to be there.

We're going to fight this together.

I don't know about fight.

I mean, all I can do is what the doctors tell me to.

If that's fighting then...

-Why you, eh?

-Hmm?

Why not? I mean, I'm lucky really.

Lucky? How do you figure that out?

Because, you know, the treatments are a whole lot better

than they used to be. The remission rates are going up.

I've got you and the family.

Bianca.

You know, she's going to be worried sick.

I should give her a call.

I just wish all this other stuff

wasn't looping through my brain, though.

What stuff?

Stupid stuff, like...

You know, what sort of wig will I get?

Or shall I wear a scarf?

How sick am I going to be from the chemo and...

How am I going to manage for money?

You're not going to be on your own, Mum.

Chance of that...

Chance'd be a fine thing in our house.

I don't mean that, do I?

Go on.

Eat.

-Where are you going?

-Car lot.

Any news from Terry?

I ain't heard from him yet. What's in there?

Paperwork. Let me know if you hear anything, yeah?

-All right.

-All right. Ta-da.

PHONE RINGS

Mum!

DOOR CLOSES

What is that?

Take a look.

There's 100 grand in there, Max, give or take.

Very nice.

-Where did you get that?

-Don't matter.

All right. Why are you showing this to me?

Because I want you to know how serious I am.

Serious about what?

About buying in.

Buying in to what?

The business.

You shouldn't be out here, Sharon.

It's cold.

That's where it happened.

That's where Dennis died.

Why did you do it?

Sharon, I didn't...

I didn't think he'd get killed.

And I didn't want you to go.

-I had to leave.

-No. Dennis.

Dennis had to go, not you.

But I was married to him!

I was his wife!

Until you made me his widow.

Are you coming home?

Well, I ain't got nowhere else to go, have I?

-I mean that's...that's hot, I suppose?

-No.

Well, how come you ain't stuck it in the bank?

I don't like banks.

Am I in?

I don't know, David, you know.

The thing about buying into the business is...

Well, you've got to be the settling down type.

-Yeah.

-Really?

Yeah, I've grown up.

I want to look after my family.

What do you say?

Yes?

Nah.

-Why not?

-I don't like you that much.

Anyway, I got a family thing.

-I'll see you tomorrow.

-That's it, is it?

-Yeah, that's it.

-You're a stupid little man, Max.

Good night, David. Lock up on the way out, yeah?

You stupid little man!

DOORBELL RINGS

Is Mummy all right?

I've been worried sick.

-I'm sorry.

-Why didn't you pick up my calls?

I'm really, really sorry.

Takes me back. You and your trumpet!

No, she's a lot better than me, though.

SHE STARTS PLAYING GENTLY

How has she been?

Honestly? I'm not sure.

-Has she told you that she's finished with Masood?

-Yeah.

I hope it's not cos she wants to be with my dad.

# Well, it goes like this

# The fourth, the fifth

# The minor, the fall and the major lift

# The baffled king

# Composing Hallelujah... #

She needs someone she can depend on.

Well, she can depend on us.

I was thinking perhaps she could stay here with you for a few days.

Well, I can call Martin.

It'd give her a bit of time to work things out, you know?

It'll keep her away from David.

Rebecca, what's the matter, darling? You've stopped!

Nan?

Oh, Mum. Come on.

Mum.

SHE CRIES

Shabnam said to set the table.

Is that all right with you?

Mr Mas, I heard about you and Carol.

I'm sorry, man.

I just found this in one of the cupboards.

Alcohol.

In this house?

I can't stop thinking about the kids,

how they're all going to turn out.

Maybe - thank you - Rebecca will turn out to be a famous musician.

I don't know about that.

She's definitely good enough.

And Tiff, I can see her on the stage.

Yeah, as a comedian maybe!

Morgan, Liam, Whitney.

I'd just really like to see them all grown-up.

Of course you will!

Just stop talking like this.

-Mum, you're young.

-I know, I just don't feel it.

You've got a really good chance.

I know! I know, I'm just being really stupid.

No, you're not being stupid.

But we're going to get through this, we are.

Like we get through everything else.

You're not on your own, Mum.

No, I know I'm not.

I've got... I've got my two girls.

You know, I'm really sorry about that beer thing.

You'll get rid of it straight after dinner.

Yeah, of course. Yeah.

And just this once, we'll say no more.

Hm!

Did I say something funny?

"Just this once and we'll say no more."

You're on your high horse.

-You want some mango chutney?

-Yeah.

Turning up from Pakistan,

-sitting in judgment over the rest of us.

-I'm not.

-My daughter, the racist.

-I'm not racist!

I just think you should be with a Muslim woman.

-Or, better still, Ummi.

-OK, can we take the temperature down a bit?

Mum is better for him than that woman.

That woman has a name.

Carol.

And I love her.

-I think you've lost your way, Dad.

-Oh! You do? Really, do you?

If you would only let the love of the Prophet back into your heart!

Shabnam, can you remind me how many years has it been

since you've been away?

And then you think it's OK to come back into my house

and tell me how to behave?

-Can you both not do this?

-Tamwar, stop it!

You, er...

You usually...

..drink beer, I think, with curry?

Yeah, usually, but, I mean...

Great. Please, go ahead. Drink beer.

No, you know what, I'm not even feeling it today.

You're a guest in my house and I want you to have a really good time.

Shabnam, pass him a beer, please.

No. I won't.

You're being rude to our guest, and you're disrespecting me.

You're over-reacting just a little bit.

What are you doing?

Dad. Don't.

Here. Drink.

This isn't right.

Listen. Actually, Mr Mas, I'm cool.

You don't want to drink alone. I understand.

No, Dad.

Try to remember who you are.

I know exactly who I am.

I...am your father.

And this is my house.

And if I want to drink beer with my guest,

that's what I'll do.