20/06/2014 EastEnders Omnibus

There we go.

How much extra booze did you buy?

Well, better to over-order than under.

Besides, it's not like it's going to go off, is it?

No, but this lot will, won't it? And, er...

..what is one of these?

A lychee. They go in a Martini.

If you say so.

You know, I've got a really good feeling about tonight.

I reckon this is going to put the Albert well and truly on the map.

Yeah, it's going to be great. Proud of you.

-Aw, you big old softie, Phil Mitchell. Give us a kiss.

-Mwah!

Listen, thanks for your support, yeah?

I'm sorry I've got to go back to work when you've only just got back.

No, don't be silly, Ian. It's your job.

And besides, I've got loads of trashy telly to catch up on.

You need to talk to Emma, Dad, cos they won't listen to me.

-What?

-I told the investigating officer what the cabbie said -

that Jake was too drunk to get out the taxi, let alone...

Hold on, Peter. We went over this at the weekend.

Yeah, I know, but the point is... he said he'd look into it,

but it was just a brush-off - I could tell.

-So you need to call Emma. Because we can't just give up, can we?

-No. You need to calm down.

I swear, if I hear that one more time today...

All right, OK, fine. All right, I will call Emma.

You promise?

PHONE VIBRATES

I've, er... I've got to get to the restaurant.

Oh, Ian, can I book a table for two later, please?

-Thought I'd treat Dot - about half seven?

-Yeah, yeah. Fine.

Don't let your mother catch you doing that in here, she'll get the 'ump.

-2-1 was a joke. I don't understand what happened.

-I'll tell you.

-Balotelli happened.

-Yeah.

I reckon I should be in Brazil. My country clearly needs me.

Yeah, well, we could be out on Thursday.

-But, listen, keep the faith, keep the faith.

-I've got the faith!

-On your 'ead.

-Go on.

Get hold of that.

Right, boys, before the fun starts,

I want to make sure we're on the same page.

Now, try and keep a low profile, yeah?

And there's some rules -

no drinking, no smoking, no flirting...

No heavy petting?

PHIL CHUCKLES

And no manhandling unless strictly necessary, OK? Thank you.

Listen, boss. You know we're happy to help out,

but we've got birds at home yakking in our ears an' all.

What you saying?

Well, what's the deal here?

I mean, is this a regular thing or just a one-off?

Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays and any special events like tonight.

Sound good?

Sweet.

And any problems - I'm the one to deal with, all right?

What's all this?

Delivery for Dean - right in the way of everything.

How come he's having it all sent here?

Apparently we're sitting around waiting for his stuff to turn up, whereas Dean - he's a busy boy.

Hold on, let me shift some of these.

HE GROANS Oh, Johnny, stop.

You'll do yourself an injury. Mick!

No, put it down. Your dad'll do it.

Look, shift this lot, would you?

-Is this Dean's stuff?

-Mm.

-Cor! What's he got in here - gold?

-Mick!

All right, Shirl, get him on the dog. We're not a delivery service.

Careful!

-Right, I'm going to shoot off, then.

-All right, love.

If you get some time,

I've been practising my cocktail-making skills...

Careful! Left a bit.

-Hey. I just popped by to collect my wages from the other night.

-PHONE CHIMES

Ian?

Yeah, right. Er...

yeah, your wages.

-Your burgers could do with a flip.

-Yeah.

I know, I know. Where's that waiter when you need him?

Ian? My wages?

Can't you see I'm busy?

-What table?

-One.

Ta-da!

-Very nice.

-So, where are you taking me?

Well, I, er...

thought we might stay home and watch a DVD.

What?

So, you know when I forgave you

for taking money off my sister to date me?

I don't think you realise you weren't off the hook, OK?

You've got a lot of making up to do, sunshine, and let me give you a little hint -

a night in, in front of the telly,

with a can of lager and a DVD is not going to cut it.

OK?

Right, I want you to focus on the top four,

so don't over-complicate it.

And remember - keep it interactive and fun.

Er, not ALL fun, you.

PHONE RINGS

Hello.

Well, no, you're due in half an hour - you can't cancel now!

Yeah, well, fine. But I'll be keeping your deposit.

What?

OK.

That was the hen party.

They've cancelled cos the bride's been dumped.

-Couldn't even lose my rag.

-So you don't know if anyone's coming to this event?

Well, I advertised online - should bring some people in.

Everybody loves cocktail making, don't they?

It'll be fine, Sharon. Be fine.

And you got the boys keeping an eye on things.

Right, two Old Schools with chips, one Veggie with salad.

You decided to hang about, then?

Yeah, I just got caught up, you know, at the counter.

You know how it is.

-HE CLEARS THROAT

-Ian...

MASOOD CLAPS

One Veggie with chips.

-No. Salad.

-No chips?

Yeah. Two chips with the Old Schools.

-Ian...you can't serve those.

-Why not?

-Cos they're burnt.

-They wanted 'em well done.

-Yeah, not cremated.

-I'm the chef!

-Ian, just look at them!

Ow!

Er, just tell the customers they're going to have to wait.

Ian...

why don't you take a bit of time out?

I'm fine, all right? I just need a plaster.

Just go round the block. Get some fresh air. I'll cover you.

PHONE RINGS Thank you.

Is that it? Everything there?

Checking, aren't I?

So, you going to give me a discount when I let you cut my hair?

I don't think that's a good idea. You, me and a pair of scissors?

Listen, just so we're clear -

I'm only sticking around cos this is too good an opportunity for me to pass up.

SHE SIGHS

There's not enough passing customers.

We're not getting any footfall.

There'll be other chances.

Oh, Johnny, not now - I really don't fancy a drink.

They're not for you - they're promotional. If punters won't come to us, we'll go to them.

That is not a bad idea. Not just a pretty face, eh?

Curtis, you do the same.

-And remember, tell them it's a cocktail-making evening, all right?

-Yeah, course.

He's quite smart, that boy, ain't he?

Yeah. Giving away free booze? Watch out, Einstein.

Look, if you're bored, why don't you leave me to it?

I ain't bored. Unless you don't want me here?

Course I do. Thinking of you, darling.

-MASOOD:

-Ian.

Look, I'm sorry. I can't find the extra burger buns.

HE SIGHS

What?

I forgot to order them.

Right, OK.

I-I'm a mess. I'm completely out of control.

-I can't keep on top of things.

-It's all right. It's just a bit of bread.

-I can get some more from the Minute Mart.

-No, it's not that.

It's Peter, it's the investigation, it's work,

it's Denise, it's...

All right, OK.

No. I don't know...

I don't know what I'm supposed to be feeling from one minute to the next, all right?

I mean, what am I supposed to do?

How am I supposed to live normally?

How are things between you and Denise, since...?

All right, sorry - none of my business.

She's home.

Which, to be honest, I was dreading,

and then she walked through the door and it gave me a bit of hope.

That's good, isn't it?

Yeah. But then this morning, it's like we're strangers again.

Have you talked to her?

OK, look, why don't you let me run the restaurant tonight?

You've only worked there one night.

Yeah, well, I've worked kitchens before.

Besides, you've only got 12 orders.

I think I'll survive.

You go and talk to Denise.

Why are you doing this?

Er...

Well, you know. I went off on one about Jane

and I said some horrible things.

Yeah, but you were angry.

Yeah, but I want to make it up to you - properly.

Go on, go.

Oh! Looks like you guys have had a long day.

Why not let your hair down and come to one of our mixing classes?

Try one - it's totally free.

The bar's just over there, you know - the Albert.

-Is this what the lady wants?

-Aw, is it free?

-That's right.

Put it back. Put it back. No, thanks.

I want a slap-up meal - full price this time -

and the best bottle of wine they have. Let's go. Come on.

ANTIQUES SHOW PLAYS ON TV DOOR CLOSES

What're you doing back?

-Restaurant was quiet, so...

-So you just shut up?

No, Masood's taken over for me.

Really? I didn't know you hired him.

You OK?

Yeah.

Actually, er...

..no. TV SWITCHES OFF

Er...

I thought we needed some time.

Denise, I'm...

I'm really pleased you came home.

Oh, well, course I did. I was always going to.

Were you?

Look, I-I know it hasn't been easy for you

and, look, it would have been easier for you to stay away but...

..you didn't, all right? You came back and...

..that means a lot to me.

I didn't think that you'd care either way.

-Let's set a date.

-What?!

-Get married.

-But...

do you think that this is really the right time?

Nothing's right at the moment.

Let's make the most of the good things.

-Need a hand, Dean?

-Nah, you're all right, pal.

Well done. You struggled a bit, didn't you, babe?

Oi, it's dead in here.

Shall we go and embarrass Johnny in front of Curtis the barman?

Yeah. What do you reckon, L?

You going to miss the footie?

No big games tonight. So, fancy it?

Nah.

All that faffing about with cocktail shakers - poncey, if you ask me.

Shut up! You love a good cocktail.

Not when Sharon's getting the profits.

Think I've got an 'ead coming on.

Oh.

You OK?

Yeah, course. You go if you like.

Promise I won't get off me nut.

-Knock-knock.

-All right?

-I went to the restaurant but Masood said you were here.

-Yeah, come and sit yourself down.

We're, er, starting to plan the wedding.

What, you're... You're going ahead with that?

Well, yeah. Won't be till next year or nothing. I mean,

these things take a while to plan properly.

Right. Have you called Emma?

Look, I'll do it in the morning.

-Am I going mad?

-Peter...

No, seriously, am I living in some parallel universe where my sister hasn't just been murdered?

Look, I know what you're saying, OK...

I don't think you do, because all I can think about is finding out what happened that night.

And until I find out the truth -

until I know every little scrap of detail -

going to a wedding, it's not really on my radar.

Sorry(!)

Right. The Mojito is from South America.

Now, the trick is plenty of mint, plenty of ice, and, of course...

-plenty of rum, right?

-CROWD MURMUR IN AGREEMENT

CROWD EXCLAIM

Flip it!

Oi-oi! Go on, my son!

Tom Cruise, eat your heart out.

So is this the usual crowd, then,

-or should we expect more lads on the weekend?

-Weekend?

Yeah, Phil's booked us permanently - three nights a week.

-I'll get back to you.

-OK.

I think about it too.

Sometimes when I...

When I can't sleep, I...

..imagine what happened.

Sometimes she's running away, she's...

crying for help.

Sometimes she's not even aware - she doesn't realise she's in danger.

Sometimes she just trips over.

I just...

-play it over and over again.

-That's why we need to find out who did it.

No.

Don't you want any justice?

Peter, of course I do.

But don't you think the police,

with all their expertise and their training,

they're the best people to get us that?

-They don't care like we do. They don't need it.

-Exactly.

We're too close, all right? How can we possibly see clearly?

They hadn't even spoken to the taxi driver.

Who knows what else they've missed?

Peter, I get it -

you feel powerless, you want to do something.

I feel exactly the same.

-No, you don't. You can't.

-What - because I want to marry Denise?

I'm just trying to keep things together, for...

For you, for Bobby - and for me, I guess.

Because what's the alternative?

We fall apart?

I just want to know what happened. I just...

-I want the person who did this...

-I know.

I know.

Look, I trust Emma.

She's been straight with us since this started.

If she gets a new lead, she'll follow it through.

Peter, just let her do her job, please.

Went all right, didn't it?

-We're proud of you, boy, ain't we?

-Mm-hm.

-So, er...

what happened to Mum?

She had a major nutache.

She was proper pale, weren't she, when we left? Seriously.

Yeah, I bet she did.

-Oi, Johnny.

-All right?

Two double rum and Cokes.

Right. I'm going to check that with Sharon...

-No, Phil said it was all right.

-Did he?

-Yeah.

-Yeah, even so...

Look, mate, you might be a little lightweight, yeah?

But trust me - that's not going to touch the sides.

So why don't you man up and just get us those drinks, yeah?

-Yeah.

-Good man.

Can I have a word?

Your bouncers seem to think they're on a permanent contract.

I'm just protecting my investment - that's all.

Look, Phil, it's not that I'm not grateful for your backing, but...

I am a partner in this bar and I need you to respect that.

Look, why don't you go to the Vic, eh?

I mean, this clearly ain't your scene and, as you can see,

I've got it all under control.

Love you.

-Er, listen, I'm off. Let me know if there's any trouble, yeah?

-Course.

DOT: What's an Old School?

It's a type of burger. They all are.

You're pulling my leg.

Why don't you try that Docklands Lite?

Are they all burgers?

Well, Ian used to be a proper chef.

Look - we ain't got no cutlery. Waiter!

You probably don't need any - it's a burger.

I ain't eating with my fingers. That ain't the way I was brought up.

Right, I'll get you some when we order.

Have you seen Ronnie lately?

Ronnie's a very busy lady.

Yes, well, have you called in on her?

Look, I know she can be distant

but you don't want to let it put you off.

Cos she's got a very big heart.

So...two Old Schools, then?

I suppose so.

Hmm. Cocktail night not float your boat?

-How about I get you a Virgin Mary?

-Er...orange juice'll do.

-Someone's grumpy.

-Not me.

OK.

Would you trust a man in skin-tight jeans?

Ah. The invasion of the hipsters.

Ponces.

Well, don't worry. You're safe here.

Just you and me.

Keep 'em coming.

You're not serving them alcohol, are you?

No. Nah, just Coke.

Good.

Shame.

-What is?

-Could be quite fit if you were to dress better.

That's funny, cos you'd still be that ugly no matter what you wore.

See, that's the problem with girls these days - you all think you're better than everyone else.

-Well, it's not exactly hard to be better than you, is it, mate?

-D'you want to leave her alone?

Why? What're you going to do about it, princess?

-John, just leave it...

-Johnny?

-He's bothering my sister.

-He's TRYING to.

What did I tell you about flirting with the customers?

She wishes!

-There's alcohol in there.

-One little drink, Shazza. Keep your wig on.

It's Sharon. And I don't have to put up with this.

You're fired. Both of you.

I don't think Phil will be very happy about that - do you?

Well, he's not here, is he? Now, get out.

-Sorry about him.

-It's fine.

Right, shall we go?

No, no, no, I'm not done.

Excuse me. Can we get the cocktail list, please?

-She's joking.

-No, she's not.

Well, I'VE had enough.

Oh, yeah? Costing you a bit, is it?

Listen, my idea of a good night out

is not watching you getting completely drunk.

No? Was it easier to just grit your teeth and take the money?

I thought you understood. I mean, I...

SHE SIGHS

Listen, Roxy, you need to let it go - otherwise we don't stand a chance.

All right, yes. I know, all right?

It's just, every time I think of Ronnie, my blood boils.

Maybe you should be having this conversation with her.

I know she's intense, but...

I think she was trying to make you happy.

In her own way. SHE CHUCKLES

What? Cos a date with you is guaranteed to put me in a good mood, is it?

All right. I'll talk to her.

Dot! How nice to see you.

Ian. Charlie brought me here for a surprise.

I never knew that burgers could be so posh.

Yeah, but next time you're getting your own chips.

One or two of yours'll do me.

Are you all right, Ian?

Only Mr Maz-mood, he said that you'd gone home early.

Yeah, I'm... I'm feeling better.

-Right.

-Right, come on. Let's get you home - it's nearly 11.

What? Is it that late?

I thought it was much earlier than that!

-Night, Dot.

-Night.

You take care of yourself.

-Night, mate.

-Goodnight.

Everything OK?

Yeah.

Well, one broken sideplate,

one mixed-up order, but we avoided a full-scale riot, so good, I think.

How are things your end?

Yeah, I'm...

I'm getting there.

Listen, I...

I should have said this earlier, all right?

I'm sorry about what happened between me and Jane.

How would you feel about coming and working here permanently?

-Really?

-Yeah.

You've proved yourself.

-Yeah. That'd be great.

-Yeah?

Thanks.

-Thanks for coming. See you again soon, I hope.

-Here, boy. That's for you.

-See you later, sausage.

-Bye.

-Sharon, can I have a quick word?

-Yeah.

You won't be too hard on my brother, will you?

He loves this job. He loves you - he proper looks up to you. He's always banging on about you.

-Come on, Nance. Let's do the slips, please.

-See ya. Bye.

-See you later on. Thanks, Shal.

Steffi, Curtis, you can get off now.

-Good job, tonight.

-Cheers.

Night, guys. Speak later, yeah?

Johnny...

-..could I have a word with you?

-Yeah.

Sharon, you know, I just wanted to say again that I'm sorry.

I know I was totally irresponsible.

No, it's, er, nothing to do with that.

How do you fancy being my bar manager?

You still trust me?

If it wasn't for you, tonight would have been a total flop.

You know, you're bright. You've got good ideas.

You just need to wise up a bit, but I can teach you that.

So long as you hold back on any more impromptu private parties, OK?

Yeah. Er, oh, th...

I think we can do better than that, don't you?

Come here, sweetheart, give us a hug. Come here.

THEY CHUCKLE

Did Mick say you could have a lock-in?

You'd better ring him - Phil can be a bit of a beast on the OJs.

They're not back yet, then?

-Send out a search party, shall I(?)

-Just cos you never cared about anyone more than yourself,

don't criticise me for having normal feelings.

Stuck-up cow.

If only she knew, eh?

Knew what?

I'm going to get SO much chicken.

SHE CHUCKLES What are you doing?!

-MICK:

-All right, Nance. We've had enough aggro for one night, haven't we?

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

You putting off the inevitable?

Going back to Stepford.

-She obviously doesn't make you happy.

-Oh, happy?

Happy? And you're the expert, are you?

You can't keep pretending, Shirl.

Goodnight, Phil.

We ain't done talking yet.

Seeing as you have trouble picking up the phone...

just thought I'd make it easy for you.

Drop by.

You know, I love this bar.

Might sound stupid, but...

when I'm here, I'm happy. Like myself.

I don't think it's stupid.

I get it.

-You do?

-Yeah.

You know, it's not just about being someone's mum or someone's wife.

If I can make a go of this,

well, I know I can stand on my own two feet.

Er...

are you and Phil all right?

-What do you mean?

-Nothing. I shouldn't pry.

No, no, no, no, it's fine.

Well, I'm probably being paranoid, but...

there's a part of me that thinks he wants to see me fail.

Oh, know the feeling!

Your mum?

Yeah. I just...

-You know, I wish I could make her proud of me.

-You will.

I just wanted to say thanks for this opportunity.

-I ain't going to let you down.

-You'd better not.

-Well, we did good tonight.

-Yeah.

-To the Albert.

-To the Albert!

-I'm going to run upstairs and grab my coat.

-OK.

SHE SIGHS HAPPILY

JOHNNY CLIMBS STAIRS >

BANGING

MAN GIVES ORDERS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE CRASHING

GLASS SMASHES

HE GRUNTS

No! No!

INTRUDERS GRUNT >

You can't go on like this, Shirl.

Bottling it up, drinking yourself into oblivion.

I've been there, remember?

I told you, I don't want to talk about it. Not now, not ever.

Well, maybe... maybe I'd better have this conversation with Mick.

You wouldn't dare.

What do you want?

Repeat business, Ian.

Thought you of all people would appreciate that.

No. All right, that night was a one-off, OK?

It's not going to happen again, do you understand?

That's what they all say.

Sharon!

Sharon!

Sharon?

Sharon!

Seriously, I don't know where you put that.

Natural metabolism of youth, innit, Pops?

Well, you do know you're going to be ponying for England tomorrow, don't you?

Well... Oi, do you think we should wait for Johnny?

Sharon seemed really annoyed about them bouncers.

Just leave 'em to it.

No. His little face. What if she sacks him again?

Just turn it in.

No, I've got to ring him.

Hello, John. Have you still got your job?

Nance, it's Sharon. She's been attacked!

What? What you talking about?

She's... There's been a break-in. She's bleeding.

-Wait, wait, calm down. Are you all right?

-What's happened?

No, come...

Yeah, ambulance.

It's The Albert Bar. Turpin Road, E20.

She's not moving and she's bleeding...

-Johnny!

-Yeah. I don't know. She's breathing but...

-You OK?

-It's not...

-I don't know!

-Give me the phone.

Calm down, calm down. Now what happened?

-I dunno. I heard this crash and...

-She's not conscious.

-You sure you're not hurt?

-Yeah. They didn't touch me.

-Yeah, she's got a big cut on her head.

Listen, listen, lucky you was here, all right, son? Jump up, come on.

Yeah, OK. We need to stop the bleeding.

OK, well, then go and get a clean towel from the bar, baby.

I was wrecked that day. I didn't know what I was saying.

You expect me to believe that, eh?

And why the big secret, anyway?

-Just leave it, Phil. I mean it.

-Shirley, I'm not judging you, am I?

After everything that's happened between us I still care about you, don't I?

Then go tell Sharon, cos I ain't worth it.

What are you talking about? I mean, having a kid when you're young...

it's hardly a crime, is it?

What about if you try to drown 'em in the bath?

What are you talking about?

After Mum had left, I tried...

I tried to keep it together but I couldn't hack it.

And then one day I just snapped.

That's the type of person you're talking to here.

What happened?

Shirley, what happened?!

Mick was about one...

And we'd been doing some painting and it got everywhere.

You know what kids are like.

And I put him in the bath...

tried to clean him up...

I didn't know what I was doing until Dad burst in and dragged him out.

You held him underwater? Your own son?

I never meant to!

I never wanted that.

It was just...

in that one moment...that one moment... The taps were running...

he was screaming...

When we got to the hospital, Dad wouldn't let me see him.

That's when they took him into care?

No, not at first.

But things were never the same after that.

They came back to the house, they saw Dad's empty bottles

and what a mess I was in.

And it was only a matter of time before they took Mick and Tina away.

Shirl, that was... It's over 30 years ago.

You can't keep torturing yourself about it.

I have to look at him

every single day, knowing that I can't really be his mum.

Then maybe I deserve that.

SIREN WAILS

'Hi, this is Ian Beale.

'Leave a message and I'll call you back as soon as I can.'

I like what you've done with this place.

Last time I was round here, this was just some old tat-shack, weren't it, eh?

Straight down to business, then?

Just take it and go, all right?

Stay away from me and stay away from the Square. Do you understand?

What, charming as ever? Ain't you even going to offer me a drink?

How about something to eat? I'm starving.

Are you serious?

Don't tell me you've got that nice big kitchen back there

just for show?

Just so that we're clear, all right? Good Friday never happened.

You've got to stop punishing yourself. It ain't healthy.

How old was you back then, anyway?

-14, going on 15.

-No wonder you couldn't cope.

It's no excuse, is it?

And what about the dad? Where was he in all this?

He'd long gone.

And your old man. I mean, he never...

-No, nothing like that. Is that what you think?

-I don't know, do I?

Do you remember the first time you fell in love?

Yeah, you do, I can tell.

Andy was his name.

Little bit older than me.

Good looking, nothing complicated.

One of three blokes that really ever meant anything to me.

And you and him...?

First time for everything, ain't there?

We had a laugh until I found out he got me into trouble.

And you didn't ever think about, you know...getting rid?

Well, 'course I did. But I was just a kid.

I didn't know what I was doing. It was the '70s. Nobody did.

By the time I got my head round it, Mum had cottoned on.

And Dad, after his old man died,

he wasn't out of the pub long enough to notice.

But for nine months? You're telling me he never knew?

Mum come up with a bright idea.

This cock and bull story that they needed some time apart.

I don't know. I never asked.

We ended up in some grotty little caravan site in the middle of nowhere.

With Aunt Babe and a chemical toilet.

And I swear it rained every single miserable day.

Until we got back.

And Dad had the son he always wanted.

And me and Tina had a little baby brother.

And nobody ever asked any questions.

No, nothing was said. We just carried on.

Aunt Babe and Mum took over and I'd grab a bottle of that,

go down the park and drink to forget.

And Mick? He don't know any of this?

No. And he's not going to.

Why? Why keep on lying?

Because he would never forgive me.

All these years. Haven't you wanted to tell him?

Of course I have.

But the longer it went on, the harder it got.

Once he was taken into care, that was it, I'd lost him.

Blimey.

Shirl, you're both adults now, you're living in the same place.

You could set the record straight any time.

Too late. 37 years too late.

Well, don't you think it's time you said something?

What, so he can see what a train wreck of a mother he's got?

That's right, poor old Shirl, always playing the martyr, ain't you?

Well, he's not going to thank me, is he? Would you? Would anyone?

Shirley, you're his mum.

So what? Look at Carly and Deano.

Fat lot of good I did them.

And don't even get me started on Jimbo.

Mick, he never had the chance for me to screw up his life.

He's come through it all clean. Good. Pure.

Perfect.

-Well, don't you think he deserves to know the truth?

-No.

Cos I don't want to ruin what we've got now.

This stays between us.

SIREN APPROACHES

There's got to be something in here.

-Phil?

-Sharon? Sharon?

-Don't move.

-Right, listen, it's going to be OK. Just try not to move, please, yeah?

-Good girl.

-All right, thank you, the ambulance is here.

-Right, come on, lively. Lively.

-Phil...

I've got to go and get him.

That's it. That's it.

You're all right.

-She's just down there. Round the front.

-Round here, please.

-What's her name?

-Sharon.

Can you hear me?

Listen, I'm not going to say anything to Mick, of course I'm not...

but if you need to talk, you know where I am, don't you?

And you know that you can tell me stuff if you need to?

Just because you're a big hard man

doesn't mean to say you can't let people in.

You're drunk.

And you're bald, but I'll be sober in the morning.

But seriously, you're a good listener when you want to be.

Means a lot.

Night.

Night.

Phil! Phil, I've been trying to find you.

What?

-It's Sharon.

-What?

Do you think she'll be all right?

Let's hope so, eh?

Sharon!

-Sharon!

-Phil!

She came round. She was talking.

-They got here lively.

-What happened?!

-There was a break-in.

-Well, what about the bouncers?

-She sent them home.

-She what?!

That's all I know.

Where was you in all this, eh?

Listen, it weren't his fault.

I reckon he scared 'em off, didn't you?

She was asking for you.

Come on, I'll run you up the hospital. Come on.

It's all changed round here, ain't it, eh?

My old mum still knocking about?

Or have the fags finally finished her off?

Can you hurry up? You're not here for a chat.

What about Tanya?

You all still mates?

No. She doesn't live round here any more.

Funny how things work out, isn't it?

I mean, of all the kerbs in all of London, you had to crawl on to mine.

That night... it was a mistake, OK?

It was a moment of madness.

I had no idea you were going to be there.

Still couldn't resist though, could you?

Look, you've got to stop doing this, all right?

You can't keep calling all hours, all right?

After tonight, I never want to see you again.

You're breaking my heart, Ian.

Look, you've had your money...

Ian? Ian, are you in here?

-It's Denise!

-I'm game if you are.

Get in the kitchen. Go. Get in the kitchen.

Coming, love...

What are you doing over here in the dark?

This is all my fault.

-Shut up. How is it your fault?

-Sharon wouldn't have sent them...

she wouldn't have sent them bouncers home if I hadn't messed up.

Do me a favour. Them meat-heads had it coming all night.

I should've stayed with her but I just...

-Drink that.

-Nah.

The only ones to blame here are the scumbags who actually did it.

Just don't wake Mum and Grandad, yeah?

All right. More chance of waking a doped-up elephant.

I just know they'll think I'm weak and soft.

Like I can't look out for myself.

-Why? Why would they think that?

-You know why.

John, you have nothing to be ashamed of tonight. You know that, don't you?

You try telling that to Mum.

She ain't even bothered showing her face again.

That's her loss.

Look, Nance, I just want to go get some sleep

and see how Sharon's doing in the morning. Please, yeah?

-All right.

-Thank you.

What time do you call this?

Does nobody in this family know how to text?

So come on then, what's your excuse?

Johnny, what's happened?

It's getting on for midnight! When you didn't answer your phone, I didn't know what to think.

I was just sat here thinking about what Peter said...

and maybe he's right.

Oh, come here.

Hey, look, Peter will come around.

And you've got nothing to feel guilty about.

I know. I know.

OK. Look, after the trial, it'll get better. You'll see.

Look, I know nothing can bring Lucy back,

but once it's all over and Jake is in prison...

we can start to put Good Friday behind us, OK?

Come on. Let's get you home.

Look, I'll just clear this up first.

-Ian...

-I'll be five minutes, promise.

Sharon Rickman. Where is she?

Do I have to find her myself? Or search the place...

-Phil... Phil, you've got to calm down.

-Sharon.

I don't need to calm down. I need to find where Sharon is!

-Can I help?

-Sharon Rickman.

-I heard you. Are you family?

-Yeah. Well, as good as, yeah.

-He's her other half. This is Phil Mitchell.

-Where is she?

-She's been taken through to resus.

She has some internal injuries which we're investigating now....

-How bad?

-They're serious but we're working to find the best way to manage them.

We really are doing all we can for her.

She was talking though, right? I mean, that's a good sign, isn't it?

Yeah. And the ambulance guys were amazing.

And are you sure they didn't hurt you?

-Yeah!

-Sit down, you're in shock.

-He's not in shock, Mum.

-Look at him, he's shaking.

-I'm not in shock!

-I'll make us all some hot chocolate.

-Mum, just leave it.

-Mums fuss. It's what we do.

-How many times? I'm fine.

I can't stop thinking about poor Sharon. I'm going to call your dad.

He'd have rung if there was any news, wouldn't he?

-What are you all still doing up?

-There was a break-in at The Albert.

Mick had to give Phil a lift up the hospital.

-Here you are.

-Cheers.

Still no news, I take it?

No. Just waiting.

Linda called. She said they're all thinking of you and Sharon.

She said she'd slip round, go and see Dennis,

see if he's all right if you want.

No, there's no sense in waking him.

Sure?

No.

Jay's looking after him.

Might as well leave 'em until we know something.

You know some people hate the smell of hospitals, don't they?

Disinfectant or whatever it is.

But me, it just reminds me of when my kids were born.

Little Nancy, coming out kicking and screaming. Proper little fighter.

Johnny...

we was in and out of that neo-natal for weeks,

never knew if he was going to make it.

-Kids, who'd have 'em, eh?

-Yeah.

Don't get me wrong, living with Shirl

and having everyone wrapped round me under the same roof...

I've never been happier.

Suppose what I'm trying to say is - that smell,

it reminds me that this place is where people save lives.

It's where miracles happen.

-Mr Mitchell?

-Yeah, what's happening?

-Follow me and we can talk somewhere more private.

I don't need somewhere private. I just need to know how Sharon is.

She's stable for now but there's still some concern.

-We suspect she may have ruptured her spleen.

-Can I see her?

She's unconscious from the anaesthetic she was given in resus.

We're preparing to take her into surgery.

PHONE BEEPS

Right, your taxi's here. I told it to wait on George Street.

Cost a fortune at this hour.

-I've only got twenties.

-Perfect.

Make sure you're not seen.

I'm so sorry about Lucy, by the way.

Doesn't bear thinking about.

Her last night on earth while you and me were...

Yeah. Biggest mistake of my life.

And one that I will have to live with.

You don't have to worry.

I won't breathe a word.

-Thank you.

-It's not something you'd want getting out.

Especially given the circumstances.

No. I appreciate that.

We'll say the same amount tomorrow then, shall we?

What?

Well, what would Denise think if she knew where you really were?

-Never mind Peter.

-Now, hold on a minute.

I can make it the end of the week, or whenever. I'm easy.

-You can't do this.

-Just chill, man. Sounds like you're getting off cheap.

Just the way you like it.

I'll catch you next time, Ian.

Well, we was on the phone to the ambulance people,

but Dad was in there in, like, full action man mode.

I'm so proud of you three.

He was the one who chased 'em off. He should get all the glory.

-That's my sausage.

-It weren't like that.

Don't be so modest. If you hadn't been there to see them off,

Lord knows what might've happened.

-PHONE RINGS

-Sorry, I've still got your phone. It's unknown.

Shall I answer it?

Hello?

I can't imagine what it must've been like.

I worry about your brother halfway round the world

-when something like this happens on your own doorstep.

-It's OK.

-After poor Lucy Beale... makes you think, don't it?

-It's all right.

At least you're all right. You should get danger money for riding to the rescue.

-Look at you...

-MUM! Can you please just leave it? Please!

That was the police. They're round The Albert now.

Well? What did they say?

They're going to come here and ask us some questions.

Fine.

-Sharon!

-You need to wait here.

-I just want to talk to her.

-We have to get her up to theatre. It'll be at least a few hours.

-Sharon, I'm here for you, all right? Sharon!

-Mr Mitchell, please.

-She's in good hands.

Just let them do what they've got to do.

Listen, I'm not being funny or anything, all right, but why don't you get off?

-What, leave you climbing the walls?

-I'm fine, OK?

Thanks for what you did, but I can deal with this on my own.

-You're all right, Mick. I've got this.

-What you doing here?

I thought you could use a mate.

You better get back. Johnny's really shook up.

If you need anything, Phil, you just let me know, yeah?

Get back to your boy, Mick.

We'd closed up for the night. I'd gone upstairs to get my coat...

Were the front doors locked?

-Yeah. I think so. I dunno.

-Can't this wait till the morning? You can see he's shattered.

It's best if we can get as much detail as possible while it's fresh in your mind.

It was kind of all over before I knew it, really.

How many of them were there?

It was dark.

Take your time. Try to remember.

I don't know. Three, maybe.

What did they look like?

Uh...it's all a bit of blur. I can't really think straight.

Maybe tomorrow, eh?

The sooner we can get a description, the better.

I didn't see...

-How about what they were wearing?

-I don't know!

You must've caught a glimpse...

I don't know, cos I was upstairs, all right?

When Sharon was down there, getting battered half to death...

I sat upstairs and hid.

I think that's enough for tonight, don't you?

We'll leave it there for now.

But we'd better speak to your daughter too, if that's OK?

Yeah, course. She's downstairs.

HE SOBS

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

-Thought you hated these places.

-I do. But I owe you.

How you holding up?

I'm not the one in surgery, am I?

Still. Must be rough, though.

Look, Phil, you and Mick, you...

Do you know what, Sharon is fighting for her life in there,

-so right now I couldn't give a monkey's about your little secret, OK?

-Yeah. Sorry.

So what happened at The Albert? Couple of dodgy punters?

How the hell would I know? I was too busy listening to your life story, weren't I?

-Oh, so this is my fault?

-No, it's mine.

What do you mean?

It's all right, they've gone.

Mum, I tried. I tried to tell you.

You didn't have to lie to us.

I didn't lie! Everybody just assumed.

Mum, if I could go back...

We'll have none of that. You did what anyone would've done.

Yeah. Not Dad or Lee or Nancy.

No, they would have gone down there and taken 'em all on.

And who raised the alarm in the first place, eh? You did. That's what matters.

Yeah, but what if... Mum, what if she dies?

That is not going to happen, you hear me?

I wanted to do something... you know, wanted to go down there and help her...

I know, sausage. I know. It's OK.

I don't want another Lee to worry about.

I'd rather my little boy kept himself out of harm's way.

What does that mean?

There's no shame in staying out of trouble.

We both know you've got more sense than to go flying in with your fists.

-You know, I knew you'd be like this.

-What? What've I said?

Mum, I left Sharon to die down there, do you not get that?

She's laid up in that hospital cos of me!

Pipe down, pipe down, you'll wake the old boy up.

Now what's the agg?

Well, go on, then, tell him.

Tell him how proud we must be to have this coward in the family.

Johnny...

You can't blame yourself.

You weren't to know what was happening.

-What if she don't make it?

-She will.

What if she don't?

Stop worrying about that, and worry about finding

the low-lives that did it and making them pay.

-I can't do that.

-Why?

Cos I'm the one...

I'm the one who sent them over there in the first place.

What?

They was...

They was only meant to scare her.

-Any news on Sharon?

-Not since last night.

You should have seen the state they left her in, Shirl.

What kind of scum does that to a woman?

Let's get out of here.

-What time is it?

-Gone nine.

-Why isn't my alarm working?

Because we've run out of leccy.

Well, why ain't you gone and topped it up then?

Cos I had to be up first thing to get Janet ready for her school trip.

It wouldn't do you two any harm to stick your hand in your pocket

-now and again.

-Someone got out of the wrong side of bed this morning!

-Sharon almost died last night, OK?!

-What?

And it ain't looking good.

MONITORS BEEP, VENTILATOR PUMPS

Her blood pressure is improving.

Why isn't she awake?

Mrs Rickman lost a lot of blood. Her spleen was very badly damaged.

We had to remove it during the surgery.

We're giving her a period of stability before waking her.

-She's going to be all right, though?

-She had a big operation,

but her recovery appears to be going in the right direction.

We'll continue monitoring her.

Are me and you friends again? I told you, didn't I?

I mean, everything feels better after a good night's sleep.

I've sent your sister off to your gran's.

-I thought me and you could dig out my Friends box set.

-I can't.

-I'm going to tell Phil.

-I feel like a crumpet.

-Do you want me to make you one?

-Mum... This ain't right.

-People thinking I'm some sort of hero.

-You are, in my eyes.

-Here you go again.

What do you want me to say, Johnny?

Go out there and tell everyone you hid whilst Sharon got the stuffing knocked out of her?

Because people round here... They ain't a forgiving bunch, believe me.

So you want me to lie, then?

I just don't want you making life harder for yourself.

-HE SIGHS

-Yeah, what's the point?

-SHE SCOFFS

-I can't do right for doing wrong these days.

-Just let the boy cool down.

-I tried calling the hospital.

-And?

-They won't tell me anything.

-What about your crumpet?

-I ain't hungry.

-Steady.

Tracey let me in. I was looking for Grandad.

I saw him whacking on a drop of Brut earlier.

So chances are he's wrapped round that Cora treacle.

Listen, them deliveries downstairs...I'd appreciate

you clearing them.

-Yeah, I'm on to it.

-So, it's all taking shape, is it?

Yeah, it's all coming together.

Who'd have thought it, eh? Us Carters.

-Practically running this square.

-I'm a Wicks.

-Here he is.

-Walford's answer to Vidal Sassoon.

-Oi. Oi.

You don't live here no more, you.

Well, then, tell pretty boy then to stop guzzling all the milk.

I've gotta shift those boxes.

-Come on, then! Show us your moves!

-Teen...

-What are you talking about?

Everybody on the market's talking about it.

How you took on them robbers single-handed.

Listen, where're you going?

Going to see if Phil needs help clearing up.

-Do you think that's wise?

-I've got to do something, haven't I?

MONITORS BEEP, VENTILATOR PUMPS

PHIL SIGHS

Ronnie's...Ronnie's taken Denny to school.

I told him you had a little bump on the head,

but that there was nothing to worry about.

-I'm sorry, Sharon, I'm so... I'm so sorry.

-Phil?

I had no idea it was this bad.

Billy said they've had to remove her spleen. Is that right?

What sort of world are we living in?

I mean, they could've killed her.

-I need some air.

-Phil...

I thought I'd lost her.

-CORA: How's Johnny holding up?

-STAN: Still a bit shaken.

From what I heard, he had a lucky escape. Has he said how it happened?

-All over in a flash, apparently.

-Put up a good fight, though.

-Brave kid.

-Yeah.

Thank you.

-How is she?

-She's... She's not good, Dot.

What have they said?

The nurse said that she had a comfortable night.

They always say that.

Who'd do this to her?

Oh, don't you worry, Ian.

It'll take more than a couple of hooligans to knock

Sharon Watts off her perch.

-Shirl...

-I don't want to hear it.

She's your partner, Phil. What were you thinking?!

Yeah...

Yeah, OK - well, look, if you hear anything you let me know, OK?

-How is she?

-Phil, I just spoke to one of the blokes who used to do

security at the club. And he's going to put the word about, OK?

Five minutes alone with them in a room. That'd do me.

-Phil, have you even slept?

-What about the Old Bill?

There's nothing they can do until the doctors bring her round.

-Yeah...IF they bring her round.

-How much did they get away with?

-Nothing.

-They go to all that trouble and come away empty-handed?!

-I don't believe that!

-Listen, you lot go, yeah?

I'm going to go and collect Denny from school.

-Well, no, let me stay and help.

-Look, just GO!

Just go, please.

FRONT DOOR CLOSES

The Arches. Yeah. In an hour.

-Hey, Dad...

-You all right?

-MOBILE RINGS

-How's Sharon?

-Yeah, she's...

-You all right?

-Yeah, I'm fine.

Ah, Mr Beale... How are things at home? Getting easier, I hope?

I'm due at the restaurant, Mr Coker, I'm...

It's just that I was wondering

when you were thinking about settling your account.

Of course there's no rush, but I do have my own overheads to consider.

-You'll get your money.

-I understand emotions must be...

-Look, I said I'd do it, didn't I?!

-Dad?

Thank you, Mr Beale. Much appreciated.

-Roxy... Is Phil about?

-Oh...

I wouldn't bother him, if I was you.

I was just wondering if you needed some help cleaning up

The Albert, once the police have gone.

-No, don't be silly, you don't have to do that!

-I want to.

-Look, thank you for what you did for Sharon.

-Nothing. It's nothing.

RADIO ON IN THE BACKGROUND Jay.

-Take an early lunch, will you?

-No, you're all right.

It's LUNCH TIME. Yeah?!

-Cora Cross! What do you think you're playing at?

-Here we go.

I give you strict instructions as to what to do in my absence

and what do I find when I get back? A liquid lunch at 11:30.

I've just spent a very trying morning in the hospital.

The last thing I need is an unruly workforce.

-How's Sharon, Mrs Branning?

-Hooked up to all sorts of machines.

I heard it's touch and go. Brain damage.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

-A grown man like you sitting around gossiping.

-I say it as I see it.

-Who's Cora hooked herself up with?

-That's Stan, it's Mick's dad.

She passed a comfortable night, according to the doctors.

-Have they any idea at all who might be behind it?

-Oh, Patrick...

-I'll have a tomato juice.

-Of course.

..Whoever them hooligans were, they've left her as good as dead.

-I heard it was gangland related.

-Who said that?

-Marie told Donna.

-Don't be so stupid.

-You think they might be after Phil?

Well, he's not short of enemies.

It was just a break-in that went wrong, that's all!

Now, can we talk about something else, please?!

There's something I don't understand.

-Why did they go after Sharon and not Johnny?

-What're you saying, Stan?

-That it should be Johnny in that hospital?!

-L.

-The boy was there.

He saw it all. He comes away without a scratch.

He was upstairs cashing up. He didn't hear anything. Honestly!

Have you lot got nothing better to do than sit around and gossip?!

One second.

-Where're you going?

-I want to be with my boy.

-He's not here.

-Well, where is he?

He wanted to make a start on clearing up The Albert.

And you let him go?! I can't believe you sometimes, Mick Carter!

-You need to get over to The Arches.

-I'm busy.

It's Phil.

-He's not in a good place.

-Phil can fight his own battles.

He needs you, Shirl.

Smash the place up a bit, I told you! Break a few glasses!

You nearly killed her!

-You said there'd be someone on the door!

-Yeah, they got sent home!

-She attacked us!

-So what?!

You thought you'd give her a taste of her own medicine?

-Is that it, eh?!

-It's not our fault!

-Then whose fault is it, you mug?!

YOU! You did this!

Phil, stop it! He's not worth it!

-What about our money?!

-Just go!

-No! We did our job! You pay us now!

All right, all right! You come back at four o'clock, all right?

You'll get your damn money! I need to sort him out first, just go!

What the hell were you thinking?! Ain't you in enough trouble?!

Thank you.

And it's not just the physical scars, you know.

A trauma like that...it can take months, years even to get over.

-Your husband. He's not at the shop.

-He's out on a job. Can I help?

My dad's got enough on his plate, without you lot hassling him.

I'm sure there's some kind of mistake...

No, he was out there this morning. Hounding him for cash.

That doesn't sound right.

You just tell him, next time he's got a problem, talk to me. OK?

Of course. And I'm very sorry.

You know, we were going to have to pay the bill at some point,

you know, Peter. Mr Coker's only doing his job.

-Yeah, I know, I just hate seeing Dad so stressed.

-Yeah.

It takes a lot out of you, doesn't it?

Having other people to worry about.

You look tired.

-Lexi kept us up all night.

-And that's all it was?

Sharon was lucky.

-They got to her in time...

-Oh, Peter...

Listen, why don't you treat yourselves to a night off

and I'll look after Lexi for you.

-I can't ask you to do that.

-Well, you're not. I'm offering.

-Are you sure?

-Yeah... Yeah.

-I could do with some adult company for a change.

-Thank you.

You're welcome.

We saw the door open...

Just wondered if we could do anything to help.

No, you're all right.

Just look at the state of it.

What happened to the police?

I think they finished up about an hour ago.

I expect they'll want you to do some sort of a line-up.

Assuming you got a good look at 'em.

Well - come on. Tall, short,

-fat, thin...? What do you remember?

-They were...

They were tall, I think.

-Well, that's a start.

-What about an accent?

Yeah, maybe. I don't know.

Immigrants, I bet.

We let 'em in to our country and how do they repay us?

By robbing us blind, thank you very much.

Yeah, well not everyone's as racist in their thinking

as your grandad, are they?

-What're you doing here?

-Your mum thought we could lend a hand.

She's over at the Minute Mart buying some bleach.

You know how she likes to busy herself.

Why does she always have to interfere, though?

She's just looking out for you, that's all.

Well, you going to stay and help? It was your idea, after all.

Nah, you're all right.

Your cousin could do with some help in his salon.

I better go an' all. Assuming Dot ain't given me the sack.

You're not helping, old man.

Go on...jog on.

How's Sharon?

It's too soon to tell.

Why did you do it, Phil?

I mean, most blokes...they give the silent treatment or

get their leg over on the side.

-I mean, but you...?!

-I just wanted to teach her a lesson.

By getting someone to beat the living daylights out of her?

The bouncers were supposed to see them off.

Look, all I wanted them to do was to scare her a bit, you know.

-Cause a bit of a scene.

-But why?

Because I was fed up of getting pushed out, that's why.

I mean, I bankrolled that place. I made it happen.

I should have a say on how it's run.

Sharon...she might know how to run a bar. But security,

who to put on the door, stuff like that... That's my world.

Pity the woman that stands up to you, then!

-They could've killed her, Phil.

-Yes, don't you think I know that? Eh?

Every time I look at little Denny's face I feel sick,

I feel like someone's stuck a knife in my guts.

And now I just... I don't know what to do, Shirley...

-HE SIGHS

-Then we sort it.

-How?

-Well, those two runts from earlier, I take it they're illegal.

-Yeah.

-That's a start.

Come on, Phil.

You've got yourself out of bigger holes than this before.

And what if Sharon finds out?

That's not going to happen. Cos you and me, we're going to sort this. Together.

PHONE BEEPS

-Hey.

-Oh, hey.

What're you doing later?

Probably going to eat some cold pizza in front of the TV...

Just like I did last night.

What are you grinning at me for?

-Because I'm taking you out.

-Oh, really?

Yeah, Dad and Denise are going to baby-sit.

Yeah, I don't know about that.

What're you doing?

I was about to take that to the bank.

It's my money, I'll take it as and when I need it.

What am I supposed to do for change?

If this is about Les, I spoke to Pam and she...

-You reckon you might have a job for me here?

-You've got a job.

-I don't think Sharon's going to want me back.

-After saving her life?

-I'd expect a promotion at least.

-So when do you open up?

-Next week, hopefully.

-How come none of the sinks are plumbed in yet?

Well, I haven't got round to it yet.

Well, isn't that one of the first things you'd do?

And there's still no electricity.

What's it gotta do with you? You a tradesman(?)