Heather's excitement at Andrew's plan for a romantic evening soon turns to shock after he reacts angrily to her cancelling plans to take care of a downcast Shirley.
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You all right?
-Eat that bit, then.
-Remember when this place was a bloke zone?
Now it's full of sparkly head bands.
Don't listen to Auntie Shirley. She loves having us here, doesn't she?
I was thinking I might take her round to Jack's later,
-let him see her for half an hour.
He is her dad.
Look, don't start feeling sorry for that snake.
He's the one that did the dirty on you by forging Amy's passport.
Awww, is that a heart?
Come on, eat your toast. Good girl.
-See you later.
Er, tomorrow night.
-Get a babysitter for George.
What's that, babe?
It's the appointment for my scan.
Come here, come here.
Oh, hello, Mum.
Sleep well, did you girls?
-Is that one of my shirts?
-Yeah, Lauren said I could borrow it
cos I forgot my PJs
and she didn't want to risk seeing me naked in case I turned her.
Er, I think she's kidding, Nan.
I'll wash it if you like?
No, you're fine.
-You going to see Phil?
Tell him I said hi, yeah?
Not thinking of doing anything, are you, while I'm gone?
Shirl, come on! Look, I'm so fed up of all this feuding business.
We won, yeah. Is that not enough?
We won for a reason - he's not fit to be her dad.
We both know that's not true, don't we?
You know what? You go and see Phil,
tell him we got one over on the Brannings
if it'll give him a nice warm fuzzy feeling
but I've got to think about Amy. She needs her dad in her life.
She's got us now, Rox.
Me, you and Phil.
Page five, there's some ever so pretty petticoats.
I'm sure they're lovely, Dot,
but she needs a bit of an uplift. Here, check that one out.
We don't want you barging in with your ungodly notions!
Heather and me has got a system going.
Well, I just want to prove to my prospective daughter-in-law
that I'm really sorry, I'm REALLY sorry about last week
and I'm on board for the wedding.
-Thank you, Mrs Cotton, very thoughtful.
-She ain't Cotton,
that's my Charlie, she's a bigamist.
Heather don't want to go up the aisle looking like some trussed up old bird.
Heather is more demure.
Hev, demure? Who'd have thought?
Shirl, d'you want to join us?
We're making some important decisions about the wedding.
No, I'm going to go see Phil.
I've booked Mr Bishop for his organ.
I mean, he don't usually do weddings but as a favour to me...
And the choir boys.
It's not St Paul's Cathedral, Dot. I mean, choir boys? Please!
-Have you thought about karaoke?
-Hev, I'll meet you down the pub.
-Yeah, that'd be nice.
-Darling, have you thought about the karaoke?
There's more important things than karaoke.
Have you decided who you want to give you away?
Just need to find the right time to ask.
-Why'd you always have to go to work?
-Why'd you always have to eat?
Come on, Tiff. We can have a laugh, can't we?
D'you think she's really going to the cafe?
She better be.
I'm not looking after you lot so she can swan off on a jolly.
Come on, darling.
You all right?
Yeah. I'm fine.
Yeah, get my mornings back, don't I?
Get to be selfish again.
What are you doing for the big V Day tomorrow night?
Romantic dinner for two?
We ain't decided yet, have we, Tan?
Er, can you stop quizzing my parents on their love lives, please.
Right, we're off. See you later.
Dinner'll be on the table by seven. If you see your sister?
-Yeah, will do. See you later.
-Thanks for having me, Tanya.
-See you later.
Right, going to make a move.
See you later.
Oh, bruv, how you holding up, man?
Oh, man, all right. What about you?
-We was up all night playing Rage.
Let me tell you, this fella is a legend at juggling weapons.
HE MAKES GUN NOISES
You're killing me, man.
-Yeah. FIFA tonight?
-Tottenham versus the O's. Let's do it!
Are you serious?
Take it up with the boss, she's outside.
Janine? Tomorrow night's cancelled?
I hate to break the hearts of the local tweens,
it hurts my wallet just as much, believe me, but it can't be helped. DJ's cancelled.
Well, Fats is a DJ.
-And he did a really good gig in Farringdon last week.
-Oh, Janine, don't be such a grump, give him a go.
Do I tell you how to pour coffee?
-Come on, he's WELL good.
-Yeah, come on, Janine.
Swear down, I spin choons like Rapunzel spins gold, sweetheart.
You should stick to your fairy tales because I run a professional establishment.
Thought you were a family man, Jack. Had your priorities straight.
Yeah, well I do.
That's why I'll make the most of my time with Amy when I see her.
Yeah, what, every other weekend?
-She'll forget who you are.
-Oi, one weeknight as well.
Disappointed, very disappointed. I thought you had more spirit than that.
What am I supposed to do? Let it turn uglier?
-She's Amy's mum.
-Not so you'd know it.
-Come on, ain't fair, is it?
-Not fair? Not fair?!
She's already fobbed poor Amy off on some stranger!
-I seen her.
Probably gone back to bed to paint her nails.
It's hard to miss that peroxide...
Well, Jack, look...
if you're happy letting a woman like that bring up your daughter that's your call, mate.
It's your call.
OK, right, let's try another one. Let's spell...banana.
-It's half term!
You're not supposed to spell at half term.
He's right, it's practically child abuse.
Is it indeed?
Do you want us to report you to social services?
Yeah, and do you want me to report you to the fib police?
They don't exist, so you can't.
All right, so what do you want to do?
And don't you dare say, "Go and watch TV".
Play video games!
Go on then. Fine.
Don't you want to play?
Can we go and see Mum at the Cafe?
We can't, sweetheart. She'll be too busy.
I love your company too, Tiff!
Open this door!
OK, I tell you what, you go and play in there, yeah?
Go and watch telly, go on. Good girl.
-Where is she?
-You need to calm down.
-All right, where is my daughter?
-She's here, with me.
This is not on, OK.
-You let me in.
-What the hell?
D'you think you can palm her off on some stranger?
I don't know what you're talking about - she's here with me!
-Let me see her then!
-No! You'll frighten her, go away.
-Oi! What d'you think you're doing?
-She won't tell me where Amy is!
-She's there, mate.
Max, do me a favour, sort your brother out, yeah?
-I thought you'd given her to someone.
-That's the mother you think I am, is it?
That I'd palm her off on someone the minute I get her back?
Now you know the deal, all right? You see her when the court agrees.
Would it hurt you to let him see his daughter?
-Would it have hurt you to keep an eye on your brother?
Shirley Carter to see Phil Mitchell.
Told you the last three times you rocked up, he doesn't want to see you.
Yeah, well, he has to, I've got news for him.
Have you tried writing a letter?
Look, please, can you tell him that I'm here?
Tell him that Shirley's got news. Good news about his niece, Amy.
-Please, just tell him!
-Take the hint, love.
Janine don't know what she's talking about.
You know what, she's done us a favour.
I'm s'posed to wine and dine you all day, Valentine's Day.
-Yeah, but you'd smash it up there.
-You think so?
Yeah. Wouldn't it be good?
Him up there DJing in front of a proper crowd.
See, Whitney could've been your super fan, bopping next to you and stuff!
Yeah, and I bet every girl in that club would be sick with envy.
-Sick with something.
-You can't keep The Fats down. I'll see Janine.
I'll go have round two. Ding-ding, it's on, let's do it!
-Go on, Fats!
-Go on, babe.
The point is, Rose,
if you'd been listening to a word I've been saying all morning,
that Heather ain't partial to lilac as a colour scheme.
I don't think Heather has actually mentioned colours.
-Is everything all right, ladies?
Oh, can I have a word, please, Mr Trueman?
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
-Don't be too long, Heather,
cos we've got a lot to get through.
We've...known each other a long time, haven't we?
And we've been through a lot.
I mean, you were there at George's birth and...
Well, I mean you've always been there for me, haven't you?
I mean, always...
Heather, what's wrong?
Oh, I can't...!
Is it your asthma? Do you have your inhaler with you?
Come on, is there anything I can do? What's wrong?
Give me away?
At my wedding, I mean.
I know what you mean.
I'd be honoured, Heather.
I know, all right. I know.
What do you know?
You know you're an idiot?
If you carry on acting like that you risk not being part of Amy's life?
Oi, sit there, all right?
You wait till your brain's caught up with your fists.
I just feel so...
-Get over it.
-Get OVER it?
What, get over the fact that someone who don't know me from Adam
gets to decide when and for how long I see my daughter?
I switch into dad mode every other weekend,
-a weeknight if I'm lucky?
-You are lucky.
You're very lucky because one, at the moment, Roxy thinks you're a good bloke
and two, you live across the road from Amy.
Play it right, you could be as much a part of her life as before.
That's not bad going for separated parents.
Who would have thought that Max Branning, of all people, would've got it sussed.
Come on, then, what's your secret?
What's the key to becoming Mr Familyman, eh? How'd it come so good?
-Is it Tan? The cancer?
-Nah, it's not...
She's got another scan next week but, nah, it's not that.
She just, you know, won't let me near her.
Max, look, she's had a rough time of it, ain't she?
-See, it feels like you're judging me for even thinking that way.
I'm just saying... it's probably natural, innit?
These things, they take time. You just gotta be patient.
I'm not saying that the sex is the only thing, cos it ain't,
you know, not by a long way but you know me and Tanya, we've always had this...
Without it, it's like none of the other stuff works.
So, what's she say?
-Dunno, ain't talked to her about it, have I?
How am I s'posed to do that without making it seem like I'm trying to pressurise her into bed?
Which I ain't.
Any time I show her some affection she thinks I'm trying to jump her.
All I gotta do is make eye contact and she gets all defensive.
It's like everything she does is a coded message, you know?
For, "I'm not ready to have sex,"
and I know that and I'm fine with it.
I just want to be able to give her a cuddle.
That Lucy Beale's a right little madam.
Oh, she's fine.
Bit up herself but life'll knock that out of her one way or another.
-That what happened to you?
Don't "what" me, my girl.
I'm fine, Mum.
I'm just a bit nervous, you know, about the scan results,
-that's natural after everything.
-I'm not talking about that.
-What are you talking about then?
-Want me to spell it out for you?
If you're about to start on about how I've been letting myself go,
-don't bother - I haven't got time, I have to get to the salon.
-Put those down.
If it's that bad, Mum, maybe you shouldn't say it.
Believe me...I wish I had a choice.
You're scared you're going to die, I know that,
but you're also scared you're going to live
and never feel like a woman again.
Like the woman you always were.
You're scared your relationship is only based on sex.
You're scared he's going to lose interest.
You're scared that if you let him touch you,
you won't be able to pretend nothing's changed.
(What do I do, Mum?)
OK, right, look. I ain't going anywhere until you hear me out.
-And why should I do that?
-Because I'm good.
OK, I'm not saying I'm the best, but you know, Whit reckons I've got something,
if you'd heard the things she was saying, yeah?
If I'm DJing she'd be the luckiest girl in the club
-and I love her, so I want to do that...
You're reaching dangerously high levels of sentimentality
and I will not be held responsible for my actions.
You can DJ tomorrow night
but I'm not paying you and this is NOT a regular thing.
And if anybody asks you how you persuaded me,
then I would leave out the bit about declaring your love for Whit.
-For both of our sakes.
..it's really not cool to be too keen.
HE CACKLES That's not very cool either.
So, he's a he and... Do I know him?
-Do I like him?
-You lurve him!
-Go on, Tiff.
Is he a man?
-A grown-up man?
..do I know him?
-Erm... Is he family?
-He is to me!
I don't want to play any more.
What? But it's my turn.
What you doing hiding round here?
We've got Heather over there, talking weddings!
-Are you upsetting her?
-Upsetting her? Spoiling, more like.
-You better not be taking over.
-She's lucky to have me adding a bit of style.
What you saying about her?
Nothing...but you've either got it or you haven't.
Sorry, is my mother being a bit much?
No, she's being, erm, being...great!
Ha ha! Very diplomatic.
Thought I'd cook for us later.
All right if I grab your keys so I can make a start?
I love you, have I told you that?
-Now that my half-sister is out of the way,
would you reconsider Lord of All Hopefulness?
I might not be able to hear what you're saying, Dorothy Branning, but I know what you're up to!
Thought me and you were s'posed to be having a drink?
But, Heather, she's very busy.
I mean, she's getting on with the crucial decisions.
Heather, I tell you, I just can't stop smiling.
Ah, me neither, Mr Trueman.
I don't know whether to stand on your right, or your left?
-I don't want to look a fool in front of everybody!
-He's giving you away?
-It's perfect ain't it, Shirl?
-Yeah, subtle, Hev, very subtle.
-You've clearly decided what mates you want around you to help you with your big day,
so I'll just get out your hair.
-She's supposed to be my maid of honour.
-But have you asked her?
-I mean, on the face of it, I suppose it's a good idea
that people are, you know, not wasting all this paper.
On the other hand...
I was watching that.
Didn't know that you were interested in business?
-Something's not been right all day, Tiff. Are you going to tell me what it is?
Are you sure it's not to do with Morgan's dad?
Just cos he's around doesn't mean Morgan's not your brother any more.
-I know that.
-All right, so what is it? Has Ray said something to you?
Is he going to be Mum's new boyfriend?
No. What gave you that idea?
They were hugging last week.
I don't want everything to change again. Everything's always changing.
No. Come here, sweetheart. No, nothing's going to change.
You going to help me? Put them in, good girl.
Put them in.
You helping Mummy? You helping Mummy?
-Roxy, I'm sorry.
-It's all right, me and Amy are just going.
-Please, don't run off.
-Leave us alone.
I really am sorry, all right?
What I said earlier was out of order. You've got a right to be angry.
Do you know what, yeah? D'you know what hurts the most?
-Being called a bad mother.
-Yeah, well, you're not, are you?
I was stupid, all right?
-I heard something and it wound me up, that's all.
-Someone's been bad-mouthing me?
I'll take a wild stab in the dark, let me guess. You're related?
Come on, you know what things are like.
Things have just got so twisted recently.
It feels like it's not even about Amy...
Do you know what the stupid thing is?
-I was going to bring her to see you. I thought you'd be missing her.
Can't we just go back to how it was before, forget this ever happened?
I don't know, Jack.
I think we should just stick to what the court said, all right?
-So, will you be my maid of honour?
-I don't want your pity role.
It's not a pity role! I've been wanting to ask you all along,
it's just I've been waiting for the right time
cos Mrs Branning and Mrs Cotton, they've been bossing me about and...
So, will you?
If I don't have to wear a dodgy outfit.
So, you haven't told me how Phil is.
Yeah, he's fine.
He's in prison, Hev, what d'you want me to say?
He's upset you, ain't he? What's he said?
Don't believe you.
He said nothing, OK?
Cos he won't see me...
..and he hasn't seen me for over a week.
-I thought if I went there with some good news,
the news about Amy, then he'd snap out of it.
Just shut me out.
Shut us all out.
Maybe he just needs a bit more time, eh?
-You know what I need?
I need us to go out tomorrow night
and get off our FACES with cheap vodka!
Yeah. Got a problem?
-Good afternoon, Marie, how are you?
-So where's Amy?
-With her mum.
Where she was all along.
You can't resist stirring things, can you?
Someone had to do something but you let her off the hook.
Yeah, and if I'd taken your advice, grabbed Amy and run, where would I be now?
-In the nick. Great dad from there, wouldn't I?
-Call yourself a Branning.
Know what, it's lucky I've got one brother who gets it.
Well, he's hardly the poster boy for family values, is he?
That smells good.
Oh, that is typical, innit?
-Lauren's at the Vic and Ab's at a mate's.
What, just you and me then?
If you've made enough for four?
Yeah, there's plenty, actually, yeah. Why don't you stay?
That all right with you? Great. Sorted then.
-I just wanted to see if you was all all right.
-We're all right, thanks.
-I'll go and make a cup of tea, shall I?
You'd think I'm more cut up than him about losing custody.
You know he likes to play things cool.
Yeah, he wants to keep his priorities right, don't he?
It's family that counts. Which reminds me...
-Take that, I insist.
Yeah? Tell her, Carol.
Got to think of your kids.
Take it, Bianca.
I'll save that cup of tea for another time, eh? See you later.
Hang on, listen. What's this about you and Ray?
Why? Who's said something?
Tiffany said that she saw you hugging him.
Oh, no! She has completely got the wrong end of the stick. There's nothing going on.
Look, why don't you take a little bit of that cash and put it to good use?
Sonia. Why don't you go and stay with them and take the kids.
Little bit of quality time away from any temptation.
-Hello, trouble! How do you fancy going and visiting your Auntie Sonia, yeah?
-Are you coming?
Course I am! You can't get rid of me that easy. Come on.
Oh, it's cold!
She's really down.
I ain't seen her like that in ages.
She's always in a mood from what I can tell.
I guess I know her better than most people.
And the thing is... about tomorrow night.
Shirl's asked me if I'm free to go on, like, a girl's night out.
I think she's feeling a bit sentimental...
You DID say you were busy?
Yeah, yeah, I did but you should have seen her face...
What did you do?
I sort of said, "yeah".
What about me?
I didn't think it was a big deal.
Spending Valentine's with your future husband
-means nothing to you, does it?
-That's not what I meant.
-It is or you'd have told Shirley, "no".
-It's not that simple.
Yeah? Well, it seems that simple to me. I tell you what...
-Cook your own dinner!
-No, I'm sorry, all right!
-No, it's not all right!
-Now you're scaring me.
Andrew. Andrew, love. Love, keep your voice down?
I can't even look at you right now.
-Out of my way!
Come on, let's go and shut the curtains.
Going to help Mummy?
Going to help Mummy shut the curtains? No? Why not?
There we go.
There we go, all done!
What have I told you about losing your cool?
You know where it got you in the past.
If you breathe one word to Heather about what happened,
you're dead to me.
D'you hear me?
Stepping through the door, now, my love. We're here.
-Miss you, Kat!
Jean wants to know how's Charlie?
Kat, Kat, darling, whoa, whoa, calm down, don't worry.
Stay there as long as need be, all right?
OK, darling, I'll give you a ring tonight. Love you too. Bye.
Ah. # Da-da do ba-ba doo. #
Oh, yeah, there's loads of those.
One from Miss Leccy, another one from Miss Gas Board.
Oh, another one from the delectable Miss Council Tax.
You all right, Alfie?
Course I'm all right, darling.
Nothing a lottery win wouldn't sort out, you know. Ha ha.
# Stop in the name of love Before you break my heart
# Stop... #
Shirl, she's not answering. I'll have to go round there.
You do know how sorry I am, don't you? For losing my rag.
Really didn't mean to frighten you.
And thanks for choosing to spend tonight with me.
Your feet are so cute, you know?
What? There's nothing cute about my feet.
Everything's cute about you, babe.
What's got into you today?
It's Valentine's Day, ain't it?
Ain't a brother allowed to be a bit mushy on Valentine's Day?
Which reminds me. Six o'clock, and you know what that means.
-No! No more presents, enough.
-Come on, man.
You know the rules, all right. One present on the hour, every hour.
There we go.
It's Valentine's night, I thought you'd be out on the pull?
Plenty of time for that, mate.
Going over the Vic in a bit, meet Michael.
Bit of brotherly bonding, show there's no hard feelings.
-You fancy it?
-Nah, got a better offer.
You're under the thumb, bruv.
-I'd like to be under anything of Amira's.
Because she is gorgeous.
Hadn't really noticed.
I was going to come pick you up.
Am I late or something or is it just...?
You know, you look amazing.
Ah, thanks babe. Is that new?
Don't have to wear it if you don't...
Um... Let's see what else you got. I hope your room's tidy.
As if you ain't noticed, eh?
-You didn't know anything about this, did you?
-No. No, no.
I'm sorry, he just put us on the spot.
And Derek Branning ain't really a fan of taking no for an answer.
Listen. It's not your fault, Ray.
But I got to say, you and Paddy
have done a brilliant job of taking care of this little lady.
I appreciate it.
Look, I'll just get cleaned up and then I'll be off.
Hold on a second. There's no need for that.
We've been looking for a proper chef for ages
-and the gig is yours if you want it, all right?
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
-Look, man, I've got loads of ideas, yeah.
-I won't let you down, I promise.
Come on, you were well up for it yesterday.
Yes, well the reality of spending a Valentine's night
-single and sober suddenly kicked in.
All right, Whit?
Yeah, well, Lucy's trying to persuade me now,
but I'm not really sure I'm up for it.
Please, it'll be such a laugh. Please, we'll dance all night, yeah?
-And forget about Valentine's Day altogether if you want.
All right, fine, I will come.
The things I do for you, Whitney Dean.
So, how many kittens did Fats get you?
All right, all right.
See you later. Bye.
Ah, I love them two.
They won't last, though.
What? Why not?
Well, nothing against Whit, she's great,
but I just don't reckon she's right for Fats.
Well, he does. Got her tickets to Paris, he's surprising her tonight.
-My hair look all right at the back?
-Yeah, looks good to me.
So, what about my hair?
It's full-bodied, as ever.
Where are you two off to, again?
-Ah, the romance(!)
Well, that's what happens when you try and book somewhere two hours before.
Right, well. I better go and get ready then.
-Right, I'll pop my lipstick on and then we'll go, yeah?
-That was terrible news about Charlie though and his stroke. Cor.
-You send Kat my best, won't you?
-Yeah, course I will, Derek.
Course I will.
Lovely. So, is there a reason for this visit
or is it just a social call?
I'm getting used to that - everyone knows everyone.
Yeah, I know. See the thing is Derek, right.
What I wanted to talk to you about, see, down in the...
-About the copper wire, ain't it?
There's probably a reasonable excuse
why it's there, but if it wasn't I'd appreciate it.
-Only because it's...
-Say no more, Alfie. Say no more.
-I'll get it shifted.
-Lovely. Thanks, mate.
Oh, before you go...
What's this for?
Storage rates. I wouldn't take you for a mug, Alfie.
Oh, Derek, that's very generous of you. Cheers, buddy.
Actually, sit down.
-I've got a bit of business I might put your way.
Something new. You used to run a bar in Spain, didn't you?
Well, how about this? We buy booze over here
and say we're selling it on to your contacts in Spain, right?
Only, only, we knock it out in the Queen Victoria.
That way, we avoid feathering Her Majesty's nest.
-Oh, what, a tax scam, you mean?
You get on to your mates over there. Pedro or Juan or whoever,
-make sure he gets his lines right.
Telling you mate, it could be failsafe.
Talking more readies then, d'you reckon?
Make that look like chicken feed.
What can I say, sounds like a nice proposition, Derek.
-Listen. Why don't you have a think about it.
-We'll about it talk later.
Still got it, Hev. Still got it.
What's the matter?
I'm so sorry, Shirl, I really am.
It's just that...Andrew, he's planned this big night for us
and I feel awful about letting him down.
But then I feel terrible about leaving you in the lurch,
especially when Phil wouldn't see you yesterday.
And I've been worrying about it all day
-and I don't know what to do and I just...
-Well, just go.
I ain't going to top myself over a night out.
You look beautiful. Andrew's a very lucky man.
So, she's forgiven you for making a scene, then?
She agreed it was a bad night to spend with a friend.
Andrew, be careful, love, eh?
-Don't worry, Ma, we're fine.
-What's he done now?
What? Oh, nothing. Just nervous about giving Heather the ring.
Would you do it? Get engaged again.
-Like a shot. Why, wouldn't you?
-Don't see the point, really.
Wouldn't mind a bit of male company, few laughs, few drinks.
But get your life all mixed up with them again, all that palaver.
No, thank you.
KEYS RATTLE IN DOOR
Oh, how's Jim? Did he get you a Valentine's?
Oh, yes, he leapt straight out of bed, bright as a button,
you know, skipped down to the shop,
picked me out a lovely Valentine's card.
Sorry. No, he weren't up to visitors.
And, anyway, I got more to do with my time
than worry about commercial stuff like Valentine's Day.
You're not a total cynic, are you? It was your wedding day.
Ten years ago today. Why? What of it?
Grandad. Your Valentine's saviour has arrived.
Rox, you're an angel, sweetheart. Oh, Paddy, good job, mate.
Have the rest of the night off. Thanks for holding the reins.
Thank you, brother. You're a good man, you know.
-Shenice is upstairs with Amy.
I've got nanny cam on, make sure they're not starting any riots.
Result. First drink is on the house, then.
Really? How's that?
Because you feel warm-hearted towards the kind soul
that helped put your daughter back upstairs.
Jean, listen, sweetheart. You could be a real life saver
if you don't mind having a look over at the books,
just to make sure we can pay some of the bills on time.
I'd really appreciate it. Yeah? Thank you, sweetheart.
-You let the old fruit loop do your books?
-Oi, oi, not nice.
-Besides, she's a whizz on the old calculator.
-Is this a Moon reconciliation?
-If you want to call it that.
Come on, girls. Spill the beans. What happened?
Well, couple of weeks back, full moon, it was,
we stayed up all night holding hands till sunrise. We sang Kumbaya.
Staring at the stars. Beautiful, it was.
Talking of beautiful, shouldn't you be out with Janine?
Celebrating. Valentine's, in a restaurant and that.
Please, Janine and Valentine's Day? Nah.
-Out of order, innit? I told 'em seven o'clock.
So, what we going to do now, then?
'Bout fish and chips?
-What? And stay in?
-We don't have to.
Yeah, all right. Yeah, no, great.
-You go back if you want. I'll pick 'em up.
Yeah. Heard you'd been giving Jack a bit of good advice.
He's in a bit of a state, I just told him, you know, be sensible.
Oh, right, watch your kid being brought up by a Mitchell.
Very sensible, Max(!)
Lauren. All right, girls?
Look at you two, you look lovely. Going inside?
Am I mad?
Hold that a minute.
You take this, and you two buy yourself a cocktail, eh?
On me. Go on, have some fun.
Thanks, but I sort of promised my dad that I'd lay off the booze for a bit.
He thinks I've taken it a bit far recently.
Nothing, it's just,
if you'd have seen your dad at your age, well, you'd find it funny too.
Go on, go inside, have some fun. You look gorgeous.
Look at all this get up, I told you I didn't want to come.
I'm going to have one tomato juice and then I'm going home.
Ah, Dorothy, be still my beating heart, a vision of loveliness.
Don't be so daft, Alfie.
-Stop flirting, you two, she'll have a sherry.
Sherry. And I'll have a white wine. Rose?
Shouldn't we see if a gentleman would like to do the honours?
Tight as a gnat's backside, you.
In that case, I'll have a Gin and It. Double.
Here we go. One for you, one for you.
To us. Rox, how does Shirl seem to you?
Err. Like Shirley, why?
So I've asked for a table by the window.
S'posed to have blinding views of the river.
-Unicorn'll pick us up at eight.
Yeah, would be if you stopped sulking about your stupid mate.
-I don't know why I bother sometimes.
-I'm going to the loo.
I thought it was saw you. You remind me of my Jim when we was courting.
So? How's it looking?
That bad, huh?
We can pay these bills.
But we could do without the extra staffing costs.
Good evening, ladies. How are you? Can I get you a drink?
-Just got one, darling.
-Next one's on me.
I didn't see him get here.
It's like he arrived with a girl surgically attached.
So, what's new?
Yo, yo, yo. Big love out to my R&R massive, all right.
I hope you've got a special lady in your life or a special guy.
If not, you better find one but this one is going out to my girl, Whit.
The most beautiful girl in the room. Baby, this one's for you.
-Is that alcohol?
-No, it's magical fairy juice.
-Lauren, are you all right?
-Mm. Yes, I am now.
How tacky can you get?
Oh, yeah, yeah. Totally.
D'you want a drink?
Oi, oi. Seen Tyler?
I just wanted tonight to be special.
Do you think Heather'll love you any more
-just cause it's Valentine's Day?
-No, you're right.
Every day is special when you've got someone in your life.
You remember that, Andrew. Hev.
What was Mrs Branning saying?
I want you to go out with Shirley.
-No, no. I was wrong to lose my temper,
you was only being the kind, thoughtful woman I love.
And besides, we've got a whole lifetime to spend together.
I'll pick up George from the babysitter.
Just one thing. Be back by midnight, yeah?
-Just do it, please.
I love you.
-Mind if I join you, Paddy?
Could do with some grown-up company. Rose thinks she's in a time warp.
She thinks it's 1963.
THEY BOTH LAUGH
Eh, what can I get you?
Get me a G&T with a twist of lemon and I'll be right back.
Height of romance, this, innit?
You're the one with ketchup on your chin.
-Have I? Where?
Here, you can finish those, I'm stuffed.
-I am a bit, yeah.
-Take that cardy off.
Actually, I'll turn the heating down.
-Can you just relax, take it off.
-I'll just turn the heating down.
Waste of money, having it on full blast.
You made the right choice, Hev. I feel a vintage night coming on.
You think you'll make it to the dance floor later?
-Dancing ain't really my thing.
-Adorable, ain't they?
-Fatboy and Whit. Wonder when they'll do it?
-Well, not yet, but I have my sources.
You mean...he's going to propose?
Watch this space. Laters.
Every time I look around, you are with a different girl.
I'm single, ain't hurting anyone.
I know, but I don't think Whitney'd be too impressed.
-She's with Fatboy.
-Every time she looks up, she's looking at you.
Fatboy? Can I have any Hazell Dean?
Hazell...? Nah, sorry, Hev, we don't do requests, babe.
And his collection doesn't go as far back as the Stone Age.
All I'm saying is, if a guy was going to surprise me
-that is how I'd like him to do it.
-Really? Nah, nah, nah.
Whitney don't like to be centre of attention.
I was going to do it later, when we was alone, after the set.
Lucky I bought that drink myself. Spend all night waiting for you.
Didn't feel like it, sorry.
He's in a delightful mood(!)
I'm with you on this one, Patrick.
Valentine's Day, load of old nonsense, that's what I think.
Pat drank G&Ts. With a twist of lemon.
Yeah. It can feel callous, can't it?
Everyone carrying on as if nothing had happened.
But we all miss her.
Good evening, gentlemen. Looking for love this evening, are you?
Not sure my missus would be too thrilled about that.
-We believe there are stolen cables on the premises.
Got a warrant. Mind if we take a look?
No, course. No, not at all. If you'd like to come round.
-Come on, come on.
-I practically own this place.
OK, all right, one track. And one track only.
I need to speak to you.
-Look, I know I've got no right, but I don't want you to do it.
-You're too young, you'll end up regretting it.
OK, guys and girls, sorry to break up the tunes. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
-I like you, OK?
-I mean it.
As it's Valentine's Day, I got an announcement.
-You like me, what does that mean?
-You know what it means.
As you've probably guessed, I've got a special lady in my life.
-You're going round kissing every girl. You kissing away the pain?
And I was just wanted to ask her something.
-OK, look, you're right. You're so right.
Whitney Dean, can you please step up?
But there is a reason I can't stick with any one girl. It's you.
Ah. Um. Whit?
All right? It's you.
-She must be in the toilet.
-Whit, please, don't.
It's too late. It's too late.
Whitney, babe, don't stand me up now.
Oh, OK, here she is, here she is, make a round of applause
-for my beautiful lady, Whitney.
-CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
-Now, I told you I had a surprise for you, right?
-How do you feel about a trip to Paris?
Huh, huh? Yeah? Good times. Let's get this party rocking.
OK, all looks fine. Sorry to have wasted your time.
No, no, not at all. Cheers, fellas, thank you.
Ah! Ah! Ah-ha-ha-ha!
Out, you two, out.
-You can't throw me out, my old man's the guv'nor.
-What you doing?
Oi, guys, guys, guys. You two, you're just so cute.
-No, you are.
Know what, I think we should get you home.
What? No, no, no, I can't go home.
You can't tell my dad about this, please, promise, Whitney.
-Listen, Lauren, baby, we won't.
-Oh, it's Amira.
-What's your problem?
-What d'you mean?
Fancy me, don't you?
Sweetheart, I was just messing with you. STDs aren't really my thing.
Derek, listen, I can't do it, mate. I'm really sorry.
-No, listen, I need to think about my family, all right.
Kat's nerves are already shot looking after her old man
and she'll never forgive me if I get myself banged up again.
Who said anything about jail?
No, no, it's just too risky, that's all.
Alfie, Alfie, Alfie.
You're all shook up, that's understandable.
Old bill sniffing around the place.
-But did they find anything? Did they?
No. That's right. And do you know why?
Because I am a professional, always one step ahead.
And I never, ever shaft my mates.
It's family, ain't it, eh?
That's what's holding you back? You see, I find that ironic.
Cos if that was me, I'd jump at the chance to earn a bit of extra dough,
for my kiddies, for my missus.
For my security. Own this place, do you?
No, no, I don't.
..it's your choice, mate.
All right, hold on, Derek, OK.
All right, I'm in. I'm in, all right. OK, I'm in.
EXPLOSION ON TV
How much did I miss?
Er, three fights, a love scene and a car chase. Nothing much.
I think I need to go to bed.
I'll turn it off, babe, it's not that good anyway.
No, you're all right, stay and watch the end.
I love you, Tanya.
'Ere, what's the time, Shirl?
It's just that, Andrew's at mine and he's waiting up for me,
I promised I'd be back by 12.
Ah, look at your eyes, practically got hearts in them.
It's all good, is it?
Yeah. All good.
Sorry about Phil.
Least I didn't marry him.
Maybe you're better off without him, Shirl. I mean, maybe Ben was right.
I don't want to talk about it.
So, here we are.
Back to square one.
Drunk, washed-up, old cow...
..with no family, nowhere to call home.
But there is one plus.
This kebab, hitting the spot.
You're not alone, Shirl.
There you go.
Oh, no, no. No, I shouldn't. You know, special occasions only.
To Jim and Pat.
To Jim and Pat.
Marcio, listen mate,
we are talking more money than you've ever dreamed of, all right?
His name's Derek Branning, he's, like, my business partner,
so he's going to iron out the details.
Listen, I'll give you a ring tomorrow. Hasta luego.
Take care, bye.
Did I just hear you say that Derek Branning is your business partner?
MUSIC: "Careless Whisper" by George Michael
MUSIC: "The Power Of Love" by Frankie Goes To Hollywood
-And Derek did this, did he? When?
-Oh, yeah, two weeks ago.
Do you understand, Alfie, do you understand?
-He is dangerous.
-Michael, why didn't you say anything?
I asked you earlier. Why did you say nothing?
I didn't know you were going to get into bed with him, did I?
It only looked weird when the old bill arrived, funny looks.
Yeah, well, he's all right with me.
Don't be so naive, Alfie! The geezer can turn on a sixpence.
You don't get ten years inside for shop lifting.
You don't know what he's capable of.
Think you're all that, don't ya?
Bossing my brother around like he's your servant.
-He ain't, all right?
-I don't think you should speak to me like that.
He's not even your type, is he?
No, you like a bad boy, don't you?
-How dare you.
-Someone like me.
-In your dreams, Tyler.
-Only a matter of time.
See, Anthony and girls like you, they don't mix.
I'm not sure he'd agree.
Oi. Come here.
What is wrong with you, eh? What is wrong with you?
Who knows when Tiff's school uniform was last washed!
Yeah, but shouldn't you be washing your French fancies?
I am so jealous. Who's going to cover for me while you're away?
If I slip up again? Imagine, right, imagine me
coming down at Lucy's facing Sir Ian of Beale in his dressing gown!
It's got to be better than actually hanging round with Lucy Beale, isn't it?
-She's all right, you know.
-That's probably what they said about Rose West.
Hey! Nice jumper, Whit.
Top night, eh?
Apart from Tyler trying it on with me.
He's a sleaze bag, eh?
You know, you two made a lucky escape. Well, all three of us.
Well, I'd love to stand around and gossip all day, but...
I'll see you later.
So sorry, Andrew. I hope you managed to get George into nursery OK.
Give me a call back, please, yeah?
It was a classic night, maid of honour.
When I get married, it won't change anything between you and me.
-You'd better get back to him indoors.
-I was drunk.
-Oh, shove your excuses.
-Look, Amira ain't my type.
I'm not Amira's type. But she saw something in me and you had to go and ruin it.
She was just there, mate. I don't know what I was doing.
-You know what it is? Cos you can't have Whitney, you thought you'd have a bit of mine.
-Don't want me to be happy. Never have, have you?
-Whoa, whoa, girls, girls!
-Lost your knickers?
-Let's forget about this.
Just forget about it? Like I had to forget about Jodie?
-He tried it on with Amira.
-And this surprises you?
It's hardly worth falling out over. You've only been seeing her a half hour.
-You're sorry? You know, it's Fatboy I feel sorry for.
-It's only a matter of time before you start dumping on him.
Michael, make him disappear.
Come on, let's go down the gym.
-Let's work it all out there.
-I want to go for a run first.
Yeah, maybe in front of a bus.
-All right, chocolate fountain.
-Oh, Andrew, hello. Where's Heather?
-If you find out, let me know.
Oh, I knew it. Cold feet.
your mother's bought a suit for George for the wedding without consulting Heather.
I got it from the charity shop.
If there's money left over, put it behind the bar,
-give the guests a good knees-up.
-It's a wedding,
not an Highland fling. Anyway, a week ago, you couldn't give two hoots.
Yeah, well, it took me a while to warm to Heather,
-You're lucky to have her as a daughter-in-law
because Heather has got a heart two sizes too big.
She puts everyone before herself.
Unless she's getting dragged away by Burley Carter.
Thank you for looking after George.
Did I have a choice?
Erm, you know, on the way here, I realised the date.
A year ago, I was nearly dead.
There were fumes from this dodgy boiler
in my lonely, grotty old bedsit.
This morning, I realised just what I've got.
A best friend who would do anything for me,
two generous ladies who are just like mums,
who are doing everything, you know, to make our big day perfect...
..a gorgeous, healthy little boy...
..and a big, strong man who makes me feel on top of the world...
..and I can't believe how far I've come.
Give me that.
Take that off.
We are, aren't we?
-I love you.
-I love you, too.
Chef's phoned in sick. So, there's no chickens or jerks in here today.
-I'm taking a break, Patrick. From sobriety.
Maybe we could get our heads together, you know,
before Heather's wedding?
-I could do with some advice about giving her away.
Here you go, Paddy, strong and black.
-Just like my favourite barman.
-Thank you, brother.
Listen, I'm not in, OK? I'm not in.
Derek, fancy a drink?
Cos there's a really good pub about four postcodes away.
Well, any time you need a bit of company, Shirley.
I've heard the washed-up ones are always more grateful.
Is Alfie about?
Erm, the cash and carry.
-Tell him I'll call back later.
Can't believe you're dragging me here.
-You missed your last scan. It's important.
SHE GROANS IN PAIN
Are you OK?
-No, not really.
-What's the matter?
-What's wrong with Lola?
-It's a big pain. You two not talking.
-Well, come on, just stop being pathetic and call a truce, yeah?
-The big mouth?
-Don't start on her.
For the baby's sake.
Look, Ben, come and see the baby with us, yeah?
Needs all the friends it can get round here. Please?
Fats, I ain't got time. I ain't even packed yet.
Well, you know, I thought we could get in the mood, mademoiselle.
You know, a little le vin rouge and le fromage, huh?
It's the morning.
-You know I hate red wine.
Moi, aussi. But when in France, girl.
-I'll change it for a coffee, then.
-I'll do that for you.
Paris, eh? Aren't you lucky?
-I wouldn't be surprised if you came back with a ring on your finger.
-Hopefully not. Just a massive hangover.
Mr Commitment over there sporting a gold-embossed capital C!
You've struck gold, Whitney.
A best friend and a lover.
Phil and I have never been best friends.
You know, even when things are good between us,
we've never been friends. But then, who wants a man to tell you
that you've got nice shoes and wants to sit down and do
the Countdown Conundrum with you?
No, I need a man that bowls me over and you know, Phil still does it.
He still sets me on fire.
You know, if I were you, Whit,
I wouldn't leave that hotel room in Paris.
Hey up. Gang's all here. Going anywhere nice?
I didn't want a fuss.
-Well, it should have be her 12-week scan, but she missed that, so...
-Yeah, I know.
I kept asking when your next appointment is.
Yeah, well, I'm going to hospital now, ain't I?
-Have my place, Bill, if you want.
-You can have mine and all, if you want.
Thanks for keeping me informed.
You've seen it. These lot ain't. I did think it'd be a laugh.
Oh, yeah, really funny keeping me out of the loop.
-Have I got "mug" tattooed on my forehead?
-No, "fuss". Fuss. All the time.
You're doing my head in.
Why is she worth you fighting and sleeping through Walford?
-What's so special about her?
-I should ask Janine the same question about you.
You need to move on, brother.
I can't. I can't. And it's driving me mental!
It's driving me mental seeing you like this.
Come on, you've got to tell her.
-I promised Fatboy I wouldn't go there.
-She was yours first, weren't she?
Why would you want to go and sightsee
when you've got the most beautiful girl to look at?
The biggest, kindest eyes, man, and her smile...
Bruv, let me tell you, if that was me,
we'd go to Great Auntie Moon's caravan in Wales.
Laying under a duvet for a week, listening to the rain outside.
I'd go to Paris, myself.
-You've got to tell her.
-She knows, man.
Yeah, I bet she does, watching you pull anything that moves.
Most people just send flowers.
-I'm such an idiot.
You've got to tell her before she goes.
Delivery for Alfie Moon. No signature required.
OK. Right, and no questions required either. Right, Paddy?
Paris is just the start, sweetheart, all right?
When I'm big in the Balearics, I'll buy us a little villa - you in a two-piece, sipping cocktails.
Then, David Guetta coming round for tips and that.
Yeah, well, I won't be going anywhere if I don't pack.
-See you later.
-All right, baby.
-Look. You're going on this holiday, right?
You have a lovely time,
staring at old paintings and going up old towers.
Looking down your nose at me?
See, I suppose your idea of a holiday would be Vegas, probably.
Strippers, slot machines, different girl every night of the week.
No, look. I said I like you. Well, I don't, all right?
Cos that's what you say about a pair of jeans or your dinner.
And I have never felt this way before.
But if you don't think the same - fine.
Well, not fine, but it'll have to be.
And I promise I'll leave you alone.
-But if there is a chance...
-No, I don't feel the same.
Tyler, what are you doing? Put me down!
What are you doing?!
Are you sure you don't feel the same?
Fats should knock you out for that.
Shall I get you a plaster?
-For that wounded ego?
Last night. Look. I was just getting you back
for how you treated my mates in the past.
Someone had to make a stand.
Wow. A proper feminist.
So, what is this, another game?
I'm sorry you fell out with Anthony last night.
-What's that got to do with you?
-Well, I'm close to my brother. He's my twin.
When we fall out, I just know how much it hurts.
Drop by later and I'll throw in some free chips, yeah? No hard feelings?
It'll take a free fish, peas and curry sauce for that.
Well, as long as my dad doesn't find out. Mates?
I'm really glad you and Heather have made up. You know, calmed down.
Heather and George. You know, they keep me in check.
Good. Well, if there's anything you need me to help you with.
I'm not being funny, Andrew, but, I mean, Dot hardly knows you.
She knows Heather, she knows what she likes.
And if Heather's happy, then so am I.
That's why you'll make a lovely husband.
It's his day, too.
And it's not your day. Cake?
No, thanks. The amount of birthdays you've ruined.
-I can't wait to see what you've got in store for when it matters.
-I've always made your birthdays fun.
-Yeah? Fifth birthday - house full of strangers from the pub.
-You DO surprise me(!)
Me eating cake off the floor where it'd been dropped.
You're not usually so fussed where your cake comes from.
You know, I'd been asking and asking for this red toy motorbike.
Saw it in the window every day.
Opened my present, it was a football.
It was leather.
-All boys like football.
-Anything I ever wanted, you never listened.
Auntie Dot, I don't suppose you could help me choose?
Oh, well, I'm no style expert,
but then, two heads are better than one.
Let's have a look. Oh, nice.
So, I've just seen Whitney.
She's at home. Right now.
Packing matching lingerie, bruv!
Here. Erm, look, I found these.
Old man must've brought them back from Spain.
You have them.
Mate, there's like 50 euros here.
Just have a good time with Whitney, man.
Thanks, brother. Nice one.
You know what? Come here, come here. Thank you, bruv.
This ain't the one where you can see whether it's got a winky or not.
This is just...
This is just to see how far gone, you know...
Check everything's all right.
I've got a little girl - Janet.
She, erm... She has Down's Syndrome.
I wouldn't change her for the world, but it's a worry, ain't it?
-I mean, at this stage, you know, you just want to hear a heartbeat.
-Pops, will you just listen?
BABY'S HEARTBEAT THUMPS
Bonjour, sweetheart. Ready to go? I guess you need a hand picking out something to wear.
I can't go.
I've got coursework coming out my ears
and my boss had a go at me cos it's too short notice or something.
-Well, you know I can't put a foot wrong there again.
-This is why you need the break.
I've got too much on, Fats.
That's exactly why you need the break.
Yeah, well, I do want to go to Paris with you...
No, you don't.
Yes, I do.
But you'd prefer to write an essay or to be on time
-for that unpaid work you do at the playgroup?
Just do it.
Is this some type of test? Like, if I pass, you're coming away with me?
Is this something to do with Rob?
-Did he take you to Paris?
-Well, then, have I done something wrong?
Just kiss me, Fats.
I've tried, OK?
I've tried so hard. But every time I kiss you,
it's like, it's like...
It's like kissing my best mate.
My closest friend.
The closest friend, the guy that has pulled me through some of the worst times of my life
and made me feel so happy with myself again.
Yeah? Well, I wish I didn't.
-Cos then, you wouldn't have outgrown me.
Then, why does this feel like you're dumping me?
I'm not. I love you to bits.
What, as a friend?
What, and that's it?
Well, then, come away to Paris with me, man.
Fats, listen to me, I can't because I'd be cheating you and I'd be cheating me.
You're so lovely. You're so lovely but you're killing me with it.
-I'm only 19.
-Wait, wait. So, what, I have done something wrong, then?
This is me, yeah? So, what, did I treat you too nice or what?
Did I buy you too many gifts or pay you too many compliments?
-I mean, am I such a monster? I'd take a bullet for you!
..I want to be with Tyler.
Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. What did you say? What?
Wait, have you... Have you...
-Have you two been...?
-Has he come on to you?
-Listen to me. This is all me. This is all me.
-Yeah, listen, listen.
You are stamping on my heart. Don't treat me like an idiot.
You don't make my heart thump so hard it feels like my ribs will break every time you look at me, OK?
You know what? That's funny, cos...
..you've just described exactly how I feel about you.
Fats, I'm so sorry.
I am. I'm really sorry.
Can we still be friends, please?
You want to be friends after this?
What, to make you feel better about the way you're treating me?
I don't expect you to...
..but you're the best thing I've ever had.
-Second best, babe.
Have you told him?
Well, I can't guarantee that
I'm going to be able to pick up the pieces like normal, babe, all right?
So, good luck.
MOBILE PHONE BEEPS
-Will you take the morning off?
-Yeah, but I'll make it up.
You talking to Ben?
-How's that come about?
-I don't know.
Give it a bit of time, then you can bend his ear.
..I don't want to.
What, you don't want Phil released?
You know I do. But Ben's the closest thing I've got to a brother. I don't want to mess it up.
-Even after what he's done.
-I don't want to sit here thinking that this is it.
Look, come on, Jay. You can help. Talk to Ben. Get him to retract.
-Like last time we turned the charm on? It made things worse.
-We can't give up.
You can make him see sense. I know that you can.
It's not that easy, is it?
Do you want me to make it easy for you?
I'm sorry, Shirl, but...
-Oh, I know, asthma.
-Just locked up for ten minutes.
-Wanted to double check we were OK?
-Course we are.
Laundrette ain't, Heather.
Sorry, Mrs Branning.
I thought we could have crispy noodles and snuggles on the sofa tonight?
Heather, I've been thinking about flowers.
What about pink and white peonies in the church?
The vicar says he can get them cheap. They stand for Spring and renewed hope.
Awww. Then, that's exactly what I want.
Between you and me, I ain't listening to anything my old ma says anymore.
You've got the edge, Auntie Dot. You're pure class.
-Bye, Mrs Branning.
-Oh, yeah, nice.
Thought I'd take you to the cinema tonight - Thelma And Louise.
-It's her favourite film.
-She's got it on DVD.
It ain't the same, is it, as seeing it on the big screen?
-Two husband-hating lesbians?
-Oh, no, they're not lesbians.
ENGINE REVS OUTSIDE
-How about matching Harleys to take your wedding vows on, eh, son?
There we go.
-Want a test drive?
-Oh, Hev, look at it! It's a beast!
SHE REVS THE ENGINE
Oi, oi, oi, oi.
All right. Well, I reckon I could stretch to a couple of soft drinks.
-Yeah, if we don't have to talk about babies.
-I won't, I promise.
Now, is it me
or is it REALLY hot in here?
What? T-shirt, isn't it?
-Listen, Derek, I've been all over my contacts, like pigeons on chips.
-You've had your first consignment, Alf. I know.
Yes, but my main contact, Marcio, right?
-Well, he's had a bit of bad news. You see, his bar burnt down.
-What, insurance job?
-I don't know. He's got the heat on him at the moment.
Yeah. Anyway, if you leave it with me, it'll be fine.
Oi, things are rolling now.
Nothing can stop it.
No, and I don't want to, either. Trust me.
You ain't cooling off, are you?
What? No. Course not. That would be stupid, wouldn't it?
Yeah, and stupid you ain't. That's why I've invested heavily in you.
No turning back now, Alf.
You can get 'em in a variety of shades so you can match 'em to your colour scheme.
Oh, Hev, just imagine. You and Patrick going down the aisle on one.
And me going down the other with baby George.
Yeah, just a sec.
-BIKE ENGINE REVS LOUDLY
-I'll pick you up at seven.
-What do you mean you're not well?
Look, we've been cooped up in here all morning.
Let's go out and get some fresh air.
Wait, let me just see if she was two-timing him
with her brother or her ex-con lesbian lover.
Since when did you watch this kind of rubbish?
Since I wasn't allowed to go to work, Afia!
Tam! Honestly, sometimes you're worse than Kamil!
C'mon, get that off and changed.
Yeah, OK. I'll catch you up.
I dunno what you're getting so worked up about.
I'm not getting worked up. S'just...
..she seemed a little bit upset.
She's not your problem anymore. She's with Fatboy, remember?
Your best mate. Who you live with.
I thought they were supposed to be in Paris?
Maybe they're leaving tonight.
Is this really what you want to talk about right now?
Maybe this weren't such a good idea.
I've got a bit of a headache, to tell you the truth.
Yeah, I've got somewhere to be, actually.
I'll call you back.
-Please tell me you didn't.
I sit on that sofa, Tyler. Half of this sofa is mine.
You just can't help yourself, can you?
Fats, you got a minute?
Now's not really a good time, babe.
Are you all right?
Yeah. Yeah, course.
I wanted to talk to you about...
I'm worried about him.
He's only just started to acknowledge my existence again
but, well, something's still up and he won't talk to me about it.
I don't suppose you could, you know, take him out for a drink or something?
I don't really think I'm the right guy.
He's still getting dressed in the bathroom every morning, with the door locked.
He could really do with a mate right now.
A Harley Davidson! I thought you'd be a bit more excited.
I know your mum can be overbearing but that...
You do know that Thelma and Louise went off a cliff?
-What's that got to do with anything?
-All that feminist clap trap. They leave their men.
-I think you're missing the point.
No, you are.
I thought you said tonight was going to be all about us.
Course, it's just that...
I'll speak to Shirl. I promise.
Beautiful, ain't it? Keep pinching myself.
Ain't never been loved like this before.
I hate letting Shirley down, though.
I mean, she ain't said nothing, but, you know,
all this stuff with Phil, it must be eating her up inside.
I know I'm not his biggest fan but you can't help who you love, can you?
Didn't you come for your washing?
Ain't you two supposed to be sipping Champagne in gay Paris?
-Yeah, all right, none of my business. You want to make yourself useful?
Marie is ill, I'm half-cut and Bianca's gone gallivanting who knows where.
So if you don't want me to give her job away get in that kitchen pronto.
You're all right, you'll be covered in sick for the next year. Get used to it.
I'll send you the dry-cleaning bill.
Be cheaper to buy a new one. Oi, come on then!
-OK, what is it?
The very important thing you needed to talk to me about?
I just wanted to know how you was feeling, you know,
after all the...
-Did Afia put you up this?
-No! No. No, all right.
Afia? Afia who? Who's Afia?
I just wish she'd stop fussing and leave me alone.
Hey, Mr Lover Boy! No arm candy, eh? Losing your touch, ain't ya?
Just a pint please, mate.
Nothing to talk about here really is there?
It was just a ruse to get me to "express my feelings".
Which isn't going to happen, by the way. So you can drop the mean and moody act.
-Unless that's got something to do with him?
He... He makes her heart thump.
This coat is not from a charity shop, unlike most of Shirley Carter's wardrobe.
Well, it won't fit you for much longer.
If I saw a pig, I would actually run after it with a knife and fork.
Boy. Gotta be. And he's going to be a whopper.
What are you doing here, Michael?
I got you...that.
You're welcome. How was your Valentine's gig?
Oh, so you did remember that it was Valentine's Day?
Oh, don't tell me you go in for all that, do you?
We didn't break even.
Well, I'm hardly surprised. Loads of teenagers looking to cop off. Yuck!
And a waddling, pregnant bird on the door - that was a joke. Passion killer.
Shut the door on your way out. That was not a joke.
Is he all right? He's hardly said anything since he got here.
They're so much more attractive when they don't speak.
Maybe we should just go to the caff?
Yeah. Cos that'd help, wouldn't it? Tea and a biscuit.
Fatboy, confrontation's not a good idea, cos he used to box, remember?
All right, Fatboy?
Shouldn't you be on your way to Paris by now?
Yeah, I should.
-Well, where's Whitney?
-Is that a hickey?
-Think about something else.
You dirty dog! Who was it this time, eh?
Alfie! That could have been someone special?
It weren't. It weren't.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Fats, what are you doing?
-You're supposed to be mates.
-I thought so too. No-one special?
We broke up cos of you! You waste, man!
You all right?
Well, that was fun. We should do it again some day.
Fats, I'm sorry, all right? It was a stupid spur-of-the-moment thing.
My fault. Not Whit's. It didn't mean nothing.
-Please don't break up over a silly kiss.
-You don't realise.
She left ME. For YOU.
My best friend. And you knew how I felt about her, bruv!
But that didn't matter. She's just another bunny in the bed, eh?
You didn't even have enough decency to get her out the Emporium.
OK, I'll just go.
Fats. Bruv, you know earlier. You know I weren't talking about Whitney, right?
Listen, don't chief me off. I heard you...together.
Bruv, you've got it twisted, OK. That weren't Whit in the Emporium.
-She did come but we didn't speak because...
-Cos...cos of what, bruv?
Cos I was with Lucy.
-But even if I weren't, it wouldn't have meant nothing cos me and you are mates
and mates don't do that.
-You already said you kissed her.
Once, man, I lost control, OK? I don't know how. My head has been all over the place.
You said you didn't have feelings for her.
So... So all the other girls.
Were just me wishing that I didn't.
Because me and you, we're brothers, all right?
And if it ain't cool with you then me and Whit...
Well, it ain't cool.
So it ends here.
You know what? You can keep your guilt money, bruv.
Whit. Always turning up when I least expect to see you.
Black coffee to go, please.
Sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to embarrass you.
Well, it's not usually my style. But you know Tyler.
Yeah. Well, if I were you, I'd get myself down the clinic.
I asked for coffee.
Don't worry. I've got all day.
You have been here less than an hour
and already you've mucked up three orders.
Just go home. I'll cover till I can find a waitress
-that does come from planet earth.
-I wasn't asking you.
-Please, Shirl. I'd rather be here.
-It's not my fault that you've split up with loverboy.
-Yeah, well, I dumped him.
My best mate for a cheating pig.
Which cheating pig?
Tyler Moon. He's been chasing me for months.
They're always the same.
You give them a chance and then they just go.
No, we actually haven't got together.
So who is he actually cheating on?
-I didn't know Fatboy had it in him.
-You'd be surprised what people do when they're pushed to the limit.
So you're not with Whitney?
Well, he was. Sort of. Ages ago.
Then Fatboy's with Whitney, then she broke it off.
-Because you kissed her?
-No, it was because she...
-These things happen.
-Not unless you let them.
-Jean, not now, eh, sweetheart?
-I'm worried about Lauren.
What's she going to think when she finds out?
Lauren's ancient history. Do you want to keep up, darling?
I would offer to even you up
but I'm busy all afternoon shifting boxes, ON MY OWN.
-Get me a bottle please, Alfie.
-No, Alf, let me get this.
I'm sorry. I've been acting like a right muppet.
That depends, don't it? What Muppet you're talking about.
You're like the one on the drums that chases after women and thumps people.
Only difference is, looks like you who's getting thumped. Cheers.
Afia said to say sorry.
She's probably feeling bad for making you do your bit for care in the community.
C'mon, man. It weren't like that. You should go easy on her, you know.
You should probably stay with us tonight.
No, I mean it. You dunno how lucky you are. Afia's crazy about you.
She's crazy, anyway.
C'mon. I know what everyone says. "Look at her. Look at him."
-And that was before the fire.
-D'you think she's that superficial?
OK, I've got skin from my thigh grafted to my back.
I'm a freak!
She ain't going to see it like that.
She's not going to see it at all.
That ain't fair. It's not just about what you want.
You got to think of her.
And all this time I'm like, "Fatboy, Tyler? Tyler or Fatboy?"
What if neither of them are right?
You're 19 years old. Do something about it.
Find a fella that you fancy, makes you laugh
and don't smell too much and then enjoy every minute of it.
Shirl? Can I have a word, please?
We have got exactly three hours and 15 minutes
before our date with Mr Pitt and some cheesy nachos.
The thing is...
What is the thing, Hev?
-Y'know how much I love the cinema and it's been such a long...
-Yeah, spit it out.
We've spent so much time together lately that Andrew feels a bit left out.
Should get some mates of his own then.
-It's just that I promised I'd do more stuff with him, you know, make an effort.
-What sort of stuff?
I dunno. You know, a meal or something.
I mean, nothing fancy.
Mm. Whatever makes you happy.
Anyway, Brad Pitt - he ain't all that.
Thanks. See ya.
I refuse to conform to a holiday dreamt up by a card company
designed solely to extract cash from gullible teenagers.
"Happy Belated Valentines" might have just done.
SHE YELPS WITH EXCITEMENT
-That ain't from no charity shop.
-Well, I can tell.
Yeah, feel the quality. Check out inside. Open it. Open it.
is this a baby-changing bag?
Yeah, yeah. Look!
You just wouldn't know, would you? All the stuff going on inside -
it's so intricate.
Come on. I thought a woman like you would appreciate something practical.
And who ever thought... that romance was dead?
-Will you be all right on your own for a bit? I got a few things to do.
You must really miss him.
Phil, I mean.
That's what your mates are for - get you through the rough times.
-You still got whatshis-Moon, ain't you?
-You do still want him, don't you?
Whit...nobody ever choked to death swallowing their pride.
Hiya. I spoke to Shirl and, er, Mrs Branning.
She's agreed to have George for the evening, so...
I'm all yours.
I'm sorry. It's all they had the day after Valentine's.
What did I do to deserve you, eh?
KNOCK AT DOOR
-You in there, Hev?
-Go on, Tyler, you can't stay here all day.
-I can make my own decisions.
That's been good for you, ain't it(?) Just go home, yeah?
Things always look brighter in the morning. Rosier, even.
-Fats, enough now, mate.
Alfie, I ain't come here to make no trouble, all right? I swear.
-D'you love her?
-He don't even know what love is!
-Hey, hold your mouth, man. I ain't even talking to you.
-I just want her to be happy, Fats.
this ain't never going to be cool, all right?
But as long as you look after her...
Shirl, what kind of surprise?
-Well, it wouldn't be a surprise, would it, if I told you?
-This better be good.
MUSIC: "Young Guns" by Wham!
I, er... I was going to book a table for the three of us, but...
I thought this would be more cosy.
Well...I done the right thing. Now it's your turn.
-I dunno what you're talking about.
-Yeah. You do.
All right, Whit?
Um...Emin'll take your order.
No, it's you I wanted to... to speak to.
-Oh, right. Well, listen, if it's about this morning...
-Nothing happened this morning. It nearly did but...
-It doesn't matter.
See the good news is... I spoke to Fatboy.
He told me how you two split up cos of me,
and he's cool with it. Well, he's not cool with it. But he's not NOT cool with it, so...
I was thinking - it's probably best to stay at yours first.
I mean, we don't want to rub his nose in it.
-'Specially while it's nice and quiet with the kids away.
You arrogant pig!
-I can't believe you, Tyler.
So let me get this straight. Fatboy gave you permission, so now we're just together like that?
-OK, maybe it's come out wrong. I have sunk a few...
-Listen to me, Tyler.
No-one - and I mean no-one - decides who I see and who I don't.
You think you're so irresistible, don't you? Look. Well, you ain't.
You're just jealous cos of this morning.
Jealous of who? Lucy Beale? Yeah, all right(!) I'm worth ten of her.
-Now who's being arrogant?
-Yeah, well, if you like her so much, then why are you chasing after me?
-Or is that what it's all about? The chase?
-Yeah, cos this is great. I'm loving this(!)
-Yeah, well, go away and leave me alone, then!
If that's what you really want... I will.
Yeah, it is.
You want a prawn cracker?
Nah. He don't like the way they fizz on his tongue. Ain't that right?
Hmm. Here, your mum pulled it out bag, didn't she, with that Harley?
Look, are you going to make an effort?
Only Hev here, she thinks we should be spending more time together.
What - the three of us?
Well, no, she never used those words but I got the idea.
-Yeah. Well, I think you got the idea wrong.
Look, I know Hev like the veins on the back of my hand.
I know what she's thinking before she even thinks it
and right now, more than anything, she wants us to get along -
almost as much as she wants to finish off these spring rolls. Ain't that right, Hev?
She knows you're lonely and she don't want to let you down.
She's a good person, and I respect that.
But you abuse her good nature. Take advantage.
That ain't friendship.
-What are you on about?
-I'm not very hungry.
-Now look what you've done!
-I'll deal with this.
And if I was you, I'd find some other mug to bully.
Cos once me and Hev are married, nothing's going to get between us.
Went well, then(?)
Oh, who did that? Whitney?
-So you told her how you felt?
You didn't mention that caravan in Wales, did you? Cos that was a bit weird.
Oh, dear. Come on. Let's get a beer in you, son.
It's OK - I'm here.
Look, I tried to explain but it's like everything I say, she twists round.
And you're surprised? That's how birds roll.
-They always say the opposite of what they want. That's basic, Tyler. It's basic.
Yeah. And more than "reckon". I know. So, what did she say?
-Stay away, yeah?
Get over there, then. Get over there.
Yeah, but how? What do I do?
Oh, dear, oh dear. Got it bad, ain't you?
This is what you do. Get up, dust yourself down.
Turn around. No guts, no glory, yeah? Remember. Go!
FRONT DOOR OPENS
I saved you the orange ones.
What d'you think came first - the colour or the fruit?
You're such a geek.
Well, we all know who I got that from. How's Fatboy?
Er, yeah, he's putting on a brave face.
Oh, you don't need to take it off... SHE WINCES
-Well, I can't see you anywhere.
Michael... This had better be good, or...
Huh? Come on.
Any treatment you like.
And what would you recommend?
Oh, maybe a foot rub for my soon-to-be-swollen ankles?
-Nah, full body massage.
What sort of a massage parlour is this?!
I hate you.
I hate you, too.
I know you told me to leave you alone...
but I can't.
It don't work, cos you're in here.
And I cannot get you out of my head, no matter how hard I try.
I'm sorry I got ahead of myself earlier. But the thing is, I have rehearsed this moment
so many times in my head, sometimes I forget it ain't happened yet.
I love you, Whit.
Now, I can't pretend I haven't said them words before
but for the first time,
I understand what they mean.
See, you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
And if you give me another chance,
well, I can't promise I won't mess up,
but for the first time in my life...
I really, really, don't want to.
You're the most annoying person I've ever met in my whole life. You're...
full of yourself. Lazy.
You always say the wrong thing.
You know, half of me wishes I never met you.
And the other half?
Well, the other half's in shock.
Cos for the first time in my life...
..I feel exactly the same.
And this time, I ain't scared.
-That's a good thing, yeah?
You just said you loved me.
I suppose you want me to say it back.
Nah, you're all right.
Well I do...
I love you.
I always have.
Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd
Heather's excitement at Andrew's plan for a romantic evening soon turns to shock after he reacts angrily to her cancelling plans to take care of a downcast Shirley. Just how well does she know her husband-to-be?
Alfie is concerned when he returns to the Vic to discover that Derek has taken advantage of his absence. Whitney is left feeling suffocated when Fat Boy showers her with Valentine's gifts, while Lucy decides to give Tyler a taste of his own medicine after he knocks back her advances.
Cora resolves to take action as Max and Tanya's relationship continues to suffer, while Derek manipulates a situation with Jack to get one over on the Mitchells.