Ricky resolves to prove his love for Bianca by planning a romantic meal for the two of them. Ben seethes with jealousy as Phil and Jay bond over their new venture.
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Do you want to see your mother wet herself? It's 5.30!
Granddad's missing. I've checked.
Granddad's not missing. He had to leave on important business.
Why's Ricky on the sofa?
Listen, whatever happens...
-Now what's happened to us?
-No, nothing's happened.
Nana Pat's had her funeral, and now she's a star in the sky
looking down on you, so how could anything bad happen?
But whatever happens, you just remember that me,
dad Ricky and your real dad,
Barack Obama, loves you very much.
-Come on, back to bed.
There isn't enough bleach in the world to make me
deal with that right now.
-Are we good then?
just go upstairs cos we're scaring Morgan.
-You coming as well, yeah?
-Yeah, in a minute.
I couldn't sleep either.
It was a sad day yesterday.
I can't believe how much Bobby's grown in just a few months.
He's like, one lame haircut away from skinny-jeans-era Peter.
Tell me everything I've missed.
It's good to have you back.
Can everyone just stop giving me heart attacks everywhere I turn?
-Where've you been?
-Just been for a little walk.
Look, I've been thinking about it...
I'm never talking to David again.
I mean no-one does this to my mum. No-one.
I saw it coming a mile away.
But you know, I've had a little cry. And I'm fine.
Yeah, I'm fine. I'll make you a cup of tea.
I know you were lying to me when you said you and Ricky were all right.
No. No, we're fine.
We'll sort it. We always do.
Who was Pat's favourite Mrs Beale?
That'd be Jane. Although, she did have a soft spot for your mum,
underneath all that hatred.
Nah, she loved Jane. Thought she reminded her of your Gran.
Tell you what, she did actually have a soft spot for Mandy as well.
Come on, you're not too old for hot milk.
Why don't we get some food together for Bianca and the kids?
Pat would want us to look out for them.
Yeah. Yeah, why not.
That was bubbles tough yesterday.
-Well, so tough...
I'll need to drink something with bubbles in it tonight.
Actually why don't we go out somewhere nice to eat?
You know, something expensive and French.
-We can pretend we're in Paris again.
Do you fancy that, Lucy, something French and expensive?
Be nice to her.
-Did you fall asleep?
-No. The oven needed cleaning.
I've never seen you clean the oven before.
I clean it practically every day, Ricky.
-Plaque's good, isn't it?
Kids, why don't we go out and find somewhere nice to put it, eh?
Pat loved this place.
-Yeah, why don't we do that?
-Pat loved this toilet.
-You going to come as well?
-I just said I would, didn't I?
Kids, why not find your granddad and show him your plaque?
Can't. Granddad's done a runner.
Why does this say, "all-purpose kitchen spray"
and it don't clean ovens properly? It's a joke.
Who cares, Ricky?
Mum, when will Granddad be back?
Mum, why don't you just go and get some sleep?
Us Brannings are like sharks. Stop moving and we die, you know that.
Been trying to clean the kitchen?
Why have a picture of an oven on it
if it doesn't even clean the oven properly?
I just can't get my head straight.
DOOR OPENS >
-Ricky, listen, why don't you go
and take the kids over to the swings?
-Yeah, but we were going to go together.
Cos Bianca and I have got stuff to do.
Kids come on, grab your coats.
It's all right to be sad, you know.
I told you, it's over.
I've let work know I'm not going in.
It's time we sorted Pat's clothes out.
Here she comes. Ladylike, classy.
Mum, I was going to clean that.
I'm supposed to be helping Jane out with her leaflets so it couldn't wait.
The Cancer Fund Raiser.
Lauren, it was a funeral.
What must Carol and Bianca be thinking?
I don't have the head space to be worrying about you as well as Mum.
So just so you know, Lauren, I'm not any more.
Mum, do you have to wash all that here?
If you've got a better idea of how to get wee out at 40 degrees,
I'd love to hear it.
Unless you want me to ask the charity to pay up for ten service washes?
Mum, just stop. I said I'll clean it.
Please, will you just go and make everything right with Carol.
Where do you think you're going?
-No, Masood. It has to face that way, think vantage point.
Tam wakes up in the morning and he has to see a tree.
And you, I cannot smell the sweet smell of cake?
Your husband's coming home.
Tam prefers your desserts.
You know what, just go and collect Tamwar by yourself, OK.
Zee, you don't want to miss Tam saying goodbye to that hospital.
No, it's better that I stay. Afia needs a little encouragement.
-Sorry. I was drunk.
When you said you would jump out the window and fly, I thought
you was Supergirl, off to fight crime.
OK, we've been over this.
Lauren's going to say sorry. Can we please move on?
I'll get it.
Move on? It's like the Jeremy Kyle show without the fat people.
Right, I'm late as it is helping Jane out, aren't I?
-Oscar's lunch is in the fridge.
-All right, babe.
-First dibs on this bad boy?
Three, two, one... Offer's off the table.
Can you just get that off of there please? It stinks.
I just wanted to see if Lauren wanted to grab a coffee?
Well, Lauren's got family stuff to sort out.
Yes, I know, Mum! I did one stupid thing.
I seriously can't take any more of Dad's pound shop femme fatale.
Yeah well, my Mum's being moody. Sorry.
I know you think I'm stupid and selfish and fickle.
I don't think you're any of those things.
You've raised four great kids who love the bones off of you.
I love Ricky.
I can't blame him, can I, for having a baby that died.
He only found out a couple of days ago.
You can blame him for lying about it. You can blame him for cheating.
Yeah, but I've cheated on him.
Yeah, well you were just young.
You can't beat yourself up about that for ever.
The other day you said we were meant to be.
Why do you want me to split up with him?
There's more lies. You're not fighting to save your marriage,
you're finding excuses to put up with it.
Where's Ricky? Is he fighting? No. Because he's over the park.
Because I told him to go there.
I can't believe how happy I've been in this place.
Well, you can't put your arm around memories.
-I'm never going to feel like that again, am I?
-Yes, you will.
Has anyone ever made you as happy as David?
You, Robbie, Sonia and Billie.
No bloke has ever come close. Listen...
Can you pick a couple of things to keep?
No, I can't pick yet.
Look at me, Bianca.
Nothing is for ever.
People die. And people leave.
-We're only on loan to each other. Even us.
-Don't say that!
Just pick a couple of things. And move on.
Yeah, looking after Bobby, and your dad, cooking dinners.
I love all that, me.
Dad says he's doing the Butchers a shepherd's pie.
He's got lamb but he needs everything else.
You know what's needed, right?
It's loving hands that make a cake great.
-I'll just muck it up.
I'll bake it and then you can tell him that you made it for him.
Potatoes, peas and carrots. Yeah?
You're forgetting something. Shepherd's pie needs a crispy top.
Yeah, well they don't sell crisps here.
Too busy working?
Too busy planning my wedding.
-What's to plan?
Wouldn't want another wedding dress to go to waste, would we?
Oh, you don't know, do you?
Your dad spent loads of money on this wedding
and I didn't show up!
No, it was... It was quite funny actually.
Why don't we get Dad to get the rest of the veg? Drink?
Some weird bloke asked if they could hook up.
She didn't know who he was...
Then Whit had to remind her about some party.
Then she got really upset
because it was too late to take the morning after pill...
But it was fine.
I can't even look at you, Lauren.
OK, thanks, Abs.
So, first there was Ryan,
then Darren and now some random bloke...
You can't be trusted to drink responsibly, Lauren.
-Yes. And that means
after school. Weekends. And I want to see you studying today.
-Fine, fine. Everything's fine, isn't it?
-I don't have a drinking problem, if that's what you think.
-Right, you're a doctor now, are you? Tell you what.
We'll take you to a real doctor, we'll let them show you what you're doing to your liver, shall we?
When are we allowed home?
This is a playground, not a prison.
Why are Mum and Nana Carol having a talk in private?
Just girly talk. Boring.
Are you sleeping on the sofa again tonight?
Tiff, Morgan has been a sardine under that bin
round the corner now for half an hour. So go get him.
We've just buried Pat and you're sleeping on the sofa?
We had a row. I said sorry.
There's nothing more I can do.
Not from a swing.
I've got to get back to the nursery. I'll see you later.
Here you go, darling.
It's Pat's. Sorry, I would've dropped it off at the shop.
But I've had a lot on.
At least it's clean.
Most people leave me stuff smelling of cat.
Before you go, Carol...
Yeah, um, Aunty Carol, Bianca,
what I did yesterday was selfish
and disrespectful and pathetic.
And I'm really sorry.
And I understand if you can't accept that.
-I don't know what's got into her lately.
-It's all right.
Listen, you're all right. You've had a lot to cope with lately. It's OK.
Oh, go on. Go and have that coffee with Lucy.
Thought she was grounded.
I don't mean to be harsh darling, but Pat's not coming back.
I can't just stop feeling stuff.
If you need me, you know where I am.
Call that homework?
Sorry, Mum. You're being the strong one again
and I'm just rubbish. Why can't anyone love us enough?
How can Ricky and David not care when we just care so much?
You stop it, Bianca.
Listen, you're a grown woman, you're not a baby. Right? Come on.
Hang on, so I ring up to see if my daughter is happy at school
and you tell me this, yeah?
Another troubled daughter, another dirty sink.
-The circle of life.
-Oi, she ain't Rainie!
Great, right, well thanks a lot(!) Thanks for keeping us informed, eh?
She's been bunking off for ages!
Max, we are not leaving that surgery
until the doctor scares the living daylights out of her.
Go and find her, go and get her.
A weekend in the fashion capital of the world wasn't wasted on you.
Thanks for seeing me.
Look, I would have called to say sorry about yesterday earlier but
it's just been a bit crazy at home.
I thought you was busy?
Yeah, sorry. Come and join us. Fats is coming in a minute.
That's a no.
He'll call me his Baby Girl and I'll hate it.
No, he won't. Cos he's my boyfriend actually.
This gang's too cool for me anyway. Laters.
Lauren, love, Tanya called me.
She has a lot on her plate.
So, let's knock the partying on the head, yeah?
Shall we pretend we're having more fun than them?
Oh, Lucy, stop it!
You crack me up.
No, seriously stop. Stop.
What was you thinking about? Your latest wedding dress?
You dad likes all the sequins and the frills.
Puts a smile on his face. That is all I care about.
Coffee, yeah? Funny, innit? Thought I'd find you in here.
Dad, I was just apologising to Whitney.
-Dad, I'm just saying sorry to Whitney.
One small step for Tam, one giant leap for...
I haven't thought that line through at all.
Why did he have to lie to me again?
One way or another, blokes always put themselves first.
I know you're hurting about David.
I'm not hurt. No.
I'm just furious at myself, all right.
I knew that he'd run away.
I just pretended to myself that he wouldn't.
Like, perhaps, you're trying to say to yourself
that Ricky won't lie to you again.
I don't doubt you love Ricky.
But it's not enough, if you don't trust him.
My mum let my dad turn her into a bitter old woman.
I've let David do the same to me.
Shut up, you're lovely.
What's Ricky going to turn my big-hearted, precious girl into, eh?
That would break my heart.
He's not like David. He's good.
Can you stop thinking about how he might have looked at Mandy?
They can make all the promises under the sun.
But once the damage is done, it is done.
But I don't want to be divorced.
I want to feel special, I don't want to be some gobby jailbird.
I want something to be proud of, Mum.
But has Ricky ruined it?
The kids love him so much.
But has he ruined it?
I wasn't strong enough to take control of my life.
But you are.
I know you'll make the right decision, love.
Tam, look, your favourite.
That one's mine.
From Afia's loving hands.
It's so wonderful to have you home.
I'll give it a week before you go, "Tamwar, that's not pain.
"Giving birth to you was pain."
Zee. Why don't we...
Texted Dad. Told him we'd meet at the restaurant.
Shall we stay here? Drink more?
Mandy, seeing as Dad's out,
should we do something really, really bad?
You know where to score some pills.
I haven't felt so close to a woman in my family since Mum died.
Would you rather be my step-mum or cool older sister?
Cool older sister.
Right. I'm on it.
You seem to be getting on with Mandy?
You know me.
I like to make an effort with all my Dad's girlfriends.
So what's this sausage thing?
Just a cancer fundraiser for Tanya tomorrow.
Bangers and mash, give us your cash. Nothing really.
Leave the PR with me, yeah? See you tomorrow.
Thank you, Lucy.
Dad said you were Pat's favourite Mrs Beale.
Show her some photos of diseased livers or something.
Don't sugar coat it.
How would you describe your relationship with alcohol?
-How often do you drink?
Every few days... Parties.
I can go weeks without drinking.
What do you drink, when you do drink?
Whatever's at the party.
-And how much would you get through over an evening?
I don't know. Half a bottle of wine.
That's around ten units, about three times the recommended limit.
Not good for you. You might want to think about keeping an alcohol diary
to monitor your habits, keep them in check.
What is this? Alcohol diary? Have you any photos
-of exploding livers or not?
-Is there anywhere you think
-I'd least like to be now than at a doctor's surgery?
-Why are you sorry, Lauren?
-Private. Family matter.
She has the notes on screen. I have cancer.
-That's not what we're here to talk about, right.
My mum's illness has nothing to do with me being a bad drunk.
It must be a stressful time though? How are you coping?
-As a family?
-Babe, you don't have to talk about this, all right?
We're coping fine, thanks.
I've two teenage girls and a toddler to look after.
So not coping's not an option, is it?
It was a bit stressful.
At the start.
But you had your mates? To talk to?
Do you want to talk in private, Lauren?
Do you mind giving us a few minutes?
I'll see you at home, yeah.
All right. Ian's made us a shepherd's pie,
but they ain't a patch on my pork chops.
MUSIC: "NO LIMIT" by 2 UNLIMITED
I used to love this song.
Let's take the pills!
Let's wait till there's a better song.
Would you like some of my cake?
I have been so selfish.
You thought I was dying and I didn't let you tell a soul.
And I'm so sorry.
Mum, it's fine now.
I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, baby.
She said she texted to say she couldn't make it.
Mandy's really lovely, Dad.
I think my little angel'll need a bucket.
I know I'm a bit slow off the mark but I love you.
Do you like your romantic meal, Mum?
Give me and your dad a minute.
But you said no more bad stuff would happen.
Well, nothing bad's going to happen.
Look, no more lies, all right.
I won't even speak to Mandy again.
I won't even look at her.
I know what your imagination's like once it goes into overdrive.
It's over, Ricky.
I've loved him for so long, Max.
It really hurts.
Why can't he love me?
Come on, come on.
You wanted to see me?
I've been through everything - statements, forensics,
CCTV shows that Stella jumped.
There's nothing concrete.
I know he did it!
Yeah, "I know" doesn't cut it in court.
That's middle age for you.
-Can't handle your drink any more.
-Er, I am early 30s!
I read in The Daily Telegraph that you stop being young at 35.
I am not middle-aged. I'm just very, very hung-over.
-I'm waitressing for Jane today. You coming, right?
-£8 for bangers and mash?
Don't be tight. It's for charity.
You and Lucy getting on OK?
Yeah, she's a lovely girl.
You couldn't get us a little jumper, could you, babe?
Yeah, course, tell you what you need -
some carbs. Keep yourself warm, back in a sec.
Bangers and mash this afternoon! Here y'are, Phil, be a right laugh.
-Oh, yeah, cancer, very funny(!)
-Well, you're more than welcome.
-We know you like to dig deep in your pockets(!)
-What if people think it's a downer?
With you running it, it's going to be a right laugh! Anyway, Jean's not around.
-She gone somewhere nice?
-Charlie's not well so she's keeping an eye on him.
-Nah, all fine.
-Come on folks, charity this afternoon!
A mum at Bobby's school - her mate works on Walford FM. And he just called me.
They're going to mention us?
They're going to interview you!
Bangers and Mash, give us your cash!
-Thought you said you didn't want one.
-Changed me mind!
Shut the door, please.
-I want you to pack your bags and go.
-Oh, c'mon, Bianca. Don't be stupid.
I can't deal with it, Ricky. I ain't got the energy.
Mandy was a mistake, all right? That ain't going to happen again.
What if Sam comes back or Natalie or some new tart?
I asked you if there was anything else.
I gave you a chance to tell me about the baby.
-You looked me in the eye and lied!
I don't trust you. I want you to leave today.
So I thought maybe you could be there with me?
You don't have to speak.
I'm sorry, Jane, I am.
I just really don't feel up to it at the moment.
But you'll be great, won't you? You did all that stand-up.
You can do that, you can do anything!
Yeah. I just didn't get much sleep, that's all.
Yeah, you're right. I'm a big girl now.
You don't have to come today either, y'know.
You try and stop me.
Just give me a couple of hours, let the tablets kick in.
And I'll be raring to go. You're going to be great.
Maybe it's the spark plugs.
Yeah, well, it's got to be, ain't it?
So how do we fix that then?
You just put some more in, don't ya?
So...ain't cos the battery's disconnected then, no?
Of course, I knew that.
You ain't got to pretend with me, Ben, you know that, don't you?
-Don't even know what spark plugs look like.
-Wonder if we could have a word with you at the station?
-Why? I haven't done anything.
-No-one said you did.
-So why's he got to go down the station? He's got to go back to school.
-I'll fix it.
You won't be on your own. We'll give your brother a call.
We just want you to help us with something, Ben.
Ricky, right, you got a quick five minutes?
Please, tell me it is just my hormones.
I keep ringing her number. I can't help it.
I never wanted to speak to her on the phone when she was alive, but now?
-'Oh, hello, this is Pat. Umm...'
-And it just makes me...
-Delete her number then!
-I can't! It's Pat's!
Listen... Bianca's kicked me out.
-She don't mean it.
-Why would she do that?
Listen, I know Pat's died and everything
-but she's being a right moody cow at the moment.
-At the moment? Try always.
It's because I slept with Mandy.
I've just got to prove to Bianca that she's the only one that matters. I'm going to need some cash.
I knew something was up with you. Mandy? You're so stupid!
-Don't get like that.
-I'm going to the nursery. You're stupid!
You are not going anywhere, I'm not letting you. How much d'you need?
D'you know what, I'm surprised she can show her face.
Heard you on the radio.
-It was really, really good. Very funny.
I mean, look, it worked. Pulled the punters in.
What was that for?
Come on, gloating? So not a good look, Ian.
PHONE RINGS Hello?
I only ordered one.
-Oh, right, sorry. I'll take this one back, then.
-S'all right. I'll have it.
Is it all right if I join you?
Looks nearly as tasty as you.
Everything all right?
Yeah. I've got to go spend some time with Ben. You enjoy yourself.
There's a surprise, Bealey has no change(!) Thank you, Mandy!
-(Them pills. Have you got 'em?)
-Me? No, they're in your bag.
-Here, you seen Phil about?
-No. What d'you want him for?
-Just don't want to get put off my food.
it is five pound a strip. You can win a bottle of rum, you can be pampered at Booty's,
and also there's lunch at the Argee Bhajee...
-I'll have five.
-All right, sweetheart.
-The Vic's always been lucky for me. Won unlimited crisps once.
-That's right, course you did!
-Weren't it supposed to be a holiday?
Unlimited crisps, what a touch. Cheese and onion all day long for me!
Listen...about the other week.
-It's OK. We'll just be friends, eh?
I don't want to be your friend.
Oh. Right, OK.
No, I didn't mean it like that.
I love you.
Come on, folks, raising money for cancer, keep it coming! All right, Tan.
Wow, busy, isn't it? Must be to do with you being a local celebrity.
-Don't! I sounded an idiot.
-Maybe telling THREE jokes about cancer's going a bit far. I'm joking!
It's done the trick, innit? That's what's important.
-There you go.
Jane, you got a minute, sweetheart?
-Tanya, what can I get you?
Oh, go on. I'll have one of these, then.
Just a small one, can't hurt, can it?
Thought you said this wasn't going to take long.
I just have a few questions about an old case. Stella Crawford.
-What about her?
-It seems her case wasn't quite as straightforward as we thought.
There's something I'd like to show you.
CCTV, showing the day Stella died.
C'mon, Ben's just a kid.
It's nothing gruesome. Showing footage of the 20th July, 2007.
Did your dad ever tell you what happened up there?
Did he ever say what they talked about?
Must've been some conversation.
I... I can't remember.
I know how frightening your dad can be.
You don't need to be scared of him.
You CAN tell me.
We can watch it again.
No. No. It stops now.
'Hey, ladies, welcome, thanks for coming.'
-What can I get you?
-Alfie, I'll get these, I'll get these.
-We're all right, thanks.
-What we having, eh? What we having?
You'll have a vodka with me, won't you?
Yeah, all right.
Yeah. Two V and Ts, make 'em doubles.
-And I'll have the same again.
-I'll have a G and T, please.
-Don't you get it? The hypocrisy?
-It's just a fund-raiser, innit?
-Yes, in a pub! How inappropriate!
-You don't have to drink, do ya?
We're just here to support your mum.
David Wicks, y'know. Man who runs out on his family? That's weak.
-Yeah, we all know what you think, Derek.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I should never, ever, ever have raised my hands to you. Never.
I just want to quiet drink with my daughter.
I'm on your side!
How much you had to drink?
Only one glass of wine.
What, a pint glass?
Hello, darling. Thank you for coming. I really appreciate it.
Yeah, I didn't really have much choice.
Max, can I have a word, please? Hello, Tan.
Let's go and sit down.
I just want to... You were right.
David Wicks wasn't worth getting any more bird over.
Just he winds me up so much!
-You could have killed him, Derek.
-I know, I know, I know, I know.
I know I go too far. It's just...him.
But I know you weren't protecting Wicks.
I know you were protecting me.
You'd not go against your brother, would you, Max?
Oi, oi, love ya, all right? I love ya.
Let me get you a drink, let me get you a drink. You go and sit down, eh?
Get Lauren a coke.
Luce, I can't find 'em anywhere.
-You've lost em?!
-You're so going to have to come help me.
Alfie, this is a fundraiser, innit, eh? Here y'are. Here you go.
200 quid. From me. We've all been through the cancer lately,
what with poor old Pat and poor, poor Tanya.
-It's the least I can do.
-Come on folks, let's hear it -
200 quid from Derek Branning!
I tell you what, whatever you raise today, I will double.
Janine! Thank you, sweetheart!
Listen, I've got something I want to show you.
I'm not going to talk about her.
If I talk about her I let her back in.
When I went inside it was... it was brutal.
Stella got in here.
She got in there, an' it was like... It was like...
Ben... She's dead,
she can't hurt you.
Tell Marsden your dad said that Stella killed herself.
Tell her you've just remembered. And all this will stop.
OK? Just lie.
How're you doing? Anything coming back to you?
I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the baby.
I'm sorry, I'm hopeless.
Look, I wanted to do something.
Y'know, just to show you.
I did this.
Ricky...you idiot! I don't even like tattoos any more.
-You like David Beckham's.
-No. I like David Beckham.
Oh... look, I won't do it again. I won't lie.
You never learn, do you, Ricky? WE never learn.
We just lost Pat.
It's not the time to start making big decisions.
Me going - it ain't right.
No, WE ain't right. We ain't right.
You can't go back. You can't just pretend like all them years, all them mistakes never happened.
Because they did.
I love you, Ricky.
You've given me Liam, Tiffany...
You're my best mate. I never want to stop loving you.
if you stay, it's...
-Where is he now?
-Down there with Ian, isn't he?
Why him? Of all the people!
What'd the filth want?
-They're investigating Stella's death.
It's OK. He told them that she killed herself.
Get out! Both of you, go on. Get out!
You can stay.
What the hell did you take him for, eh?
You talk to the old bill, you take Ritchie.
-You let her close it down.
-Dad, I handled it.
You handled it? What you talking about? You're just a kid!
I'll call Ritchie. Who was it you spoke to down at the station?
I could go and stay with Janine.
It ain't moving on, is it, living two doors down?
I know you, Ricky - I smile and be nice
and you'll just think it's all back on.
It ain't fair on me. And it ain't fair on you.
We'll just tell the kids you're working abroad.
We'll tell 'em the truth later.
I don't want 'em hurt more than they already are.
I don't want to leave you. I don't want to leave the kids.
I don't want to go.
This ain't about what YOU want, is it?
Tan, see you at home, babe.
On my break. They done the raffle yet?
Not yet. Seeing as you're so lucky, I got you a load more tickets.
I love you too.
I know it's not much, but I want you to have this.
-Patrick, you don't have to.
-Please. I want to.
Man, you've done Pat proud today.
-So how much have we raised?
once Janine has doubled it...
No! Jane! I'm so proud of you.
I love you, so much.
Tan. Tan, how many have you had?
Only two. Tell you - this no drinking thing really works.
I'm smashed! I'm actually smashed.
Your dad's got a job abroad.
We need the money so he's going tonight.
It's a garage near your Aunty Diane.
That ain't going to work. Dad don't speak French.
Well, the fella that runs it speaks English.
So it should be all right.
So when you coming back?
Don't know, son. Soon.
So you're really going, then? You don't have to.
Come on kids. Let's get you a drink.
So he's your boyfriend?
No. No! That's Gethin Williams.
CHEF Gethin Williams.
34th best chef in the country!
-Last year, when I left Ian, I did this haute cuisine course.
Y'know, posh cooking?
-And you copped off with him?
-He was my tutor!
-Jane, there's a bloke wants a word.
I don't know, funny talking. Think he's Welsh. Come on.
He's used to the Ivy, not some back street boozer!
Stop it, Nervous Knickers. Jamie Oliver started in a pub.
Good enough for him, so good enough for you.
Gethin. What a surprise.
I heard you on the radio. Very funny!
Knew I had to come down. Thought you might like some feedback?
Really? Well, I did the mash like you said,
-with the butter and the cream and...
-Which means my hunch was right.
I'm opening a new restaurant. And I'll need a good sous-chef.
I thought I should see you for it.
What you doing here?
I can't do this any more. It's killing me.
A man should never raise his hands to a woman.
Ever! And I did that to you.
You. All I've ever wanted to do is protect you.
I love you.
If you want to hit me you go ahead. I deserve it.
See. You're a better person than I'll ever be.
I can't ask you to do this.
But I beg you to forgive me.
Give me one more chance.
I will never ever raise my hands to you again.
You're leaving us.
Yeah. To see Auntie Diane.
I ain't thick.
You're leaving us.
What's wrong with us?
Why can't we all be together? Why?
your mum and me, we think we'd be a lot happier if...
-If I was somewhere else.
-Well, I don't.
I want you here.
Want you at my dads versus sons match.
I want you at home.
It don't mean I don't love you. You got to be strong, all right?
For Tiff and Morgan.
You got to be the man of the house.
Go and sort your books out for your homework, yeah? All right, all?
-Yeah, you all right?
-What's going on?
Oh, I've lost an earring. It's sentimental.
Oh, right. What's it look like? I'll give you a hand.
-No, you're all right. We'll find it.
-What are these?
-That, Bobby, is a very good question.
You all right?
Ricky, I didn't mean it when I said you were stupid.
Don't worry. I am.
Yeah, a little bit. You'll work it out, won't you?
-I'm going to miss you so much.
Don't know why you're crying. He's only going to Paris.
Just being soppy, ain't she?
Been doing some research.
"Ce moteur est foutu. Ca va vous couter...?"
"That engine's knackered - going to cost ya." Thought it'd be useful.
-D'you know how much I love you?
You're very special, Tiff, you know that? I'm so proud of you.
All right. Don't go on.
Love you too.
Why do that? Why?
Cos I was feeling old, OK?
I wanted Lucy to think I was all cool and...
Oh, no. She wasn't interested. Neither was I really.
I mean, I really can't handle the comedowns these days.
I'm sorry, honey. It won't happen again.
You're not middle-aged, OK?
-Just don't do it again, please?
So... This is it.
Don't get the sack.
No, course I won't. Come here.
I love you, yeah?
You be a good boy.
Can you buy me a beret?
What, a pink one?
Purple. Pink's for little girls.
Come here, son.
I love you, yeah?
Look after yourself, yeah?
I'm sorry. You know...
Look after B, yeah?
Yeah, well... You enjoy your job. We'll be fine.
I love you. One day...
No, Ricky. Don't.
Bye, dad! Bye!
I'll be back before you know it.
How did you sleep?
I'll make you some breakfast.
I can do that.
Maybe I should take the day off work?
So you can just stay here and fuss?
You're right. I'm sorry, I'll...
I'll get out from under your feet.
Listen, just make sure that he gets dressed, OK?
Won't do him any good to be moping around all day.
At least you'll get to spend some time together. All right?
It's Lauren's future we're talking about.
-You're suddenly taking an interest?
-You should listen.
At least I've got the benefit of hindsight.
Mum, will you please leave Lauren to me and Max?
I'm only trying to help.
Well, we don't need your help. Understand?
He was trying to protect you.
By giving a statement? He's unpredictable.
I wonder where he gets that from?
So what about Stella. You push her, or what?
No, he didn't! And remember that, all right?
Shouldn't you be at school?
If you ever pull a stunt like that again...
Dad, they've got nothing on you.
They'd have hauled you in by now, anyway.
There you go.
-Tomorrow night. Cooper Hall.
What, just you and me?
I thought he was through with boxing.
Phil, it's your birthday.
The four of us will do something on Saturday, OK?
And if anybody else wants to have a pop...
I'll be over at the club.
I'll crack on, then, shall I?
You'd better not be playing games.
Look, the motor's nearly ready.
He'll be well made up once he sees it.
I'm trying to do the right thing, Shirl.
But I'm too sad to go to school.
If all the sad people in the world stayed indoors, we'd go nowhere.
When's Dad's job going to finish?
Don't know, Tiff.
You'll have to ask him when he rings you, yeah?
Whit, will you just finish this off?
Liam, will you get down here, now?
You need to tell them.
I will. Come on, it's going to be all right.
Come on, kids, get a move on!
Morgan, just for today, then. Go on, get your uniform off.
But I want to stay here, too.
-No, Liam will walk you to school.
-That's not fair!
Tiffany, please, do as you're told! Come on, out. Come on.
-This ain't happening.
-What's the matter?
I can't deal with this now.
-'Bianca, open the door.'
I can't talk to him.
Get rid of him, Whit!
How did he find me?
I'm not going anywhere till you talk to me!
What you playing at?
I want to see my son!
No, what if she finds out you've met him?
Look, there's a cafe by the market.
Be in there lunchtime and I'll sort it.
All right? I'm shifting this gear for Fat Elvis.
Second cousin passed over.
Something for nothing? Ain't like you, Mo.
Community spirit, Dot. I'm setting an example. All in good nick.
He never got out much.
-What d'you think?
-Ooh, you scrub up well!
Working woman, Mo. Working woman!
If you bag all the best stuff for yourself,
there'll be nothing left to put in the window.
That ain't exactly the spirit of Christian charity!
Was there something you wanted, Dot?
I just called to see how you was settling in.
I ought to drop into the Butchers', you know, bearing in mind the news.
You know me, Mo, I ain't a gossip.
But Ricky, he went off last night,
particulars yet to be established.
Oh, well, I'd better go and see how Bianca's bearing up. See ya!
You know it's a rare sight, volunteering, young girl like you.
-I ain't got much choice.
-She ain't seen much of her friends.
-They've fallen out.
Oh, Abi, life's too short to bear grudges.
Dot, I've got to get out of this and nip out.
If you're at a loose end, knitwear and blouses could do with a tidy up.
Well, I did tell Arthur that I'd do him a cottage pie
but I dare say I could spare ten minutes.
-You call that a car? That is a write-off!
Work in progress.
I don't want to see anyone! Afia!
What's going on, my little tandoori masala! You all right, babe?
Here's the man! What's going on, Tamwar?
Your day has just started, brother, OK?
So I've brought some DVDs, all right?
I brought some games, OK?
-Got some big tunes...
No word from my beautiful lady but...luscious Lauren and juicy Lucy said they'll pass through.
We're going to have a bit of a munch, you know, have a chat and that.
Catch up, yeah?
So forget your troubles, brother, come on, get happy, Tamwar, yeah?
Cos I'm just the medicine that you need.
Pass that CD player, got a big tune for you.
You're meant to be pricing the books, not reading 'em.
You're just as bad as Rose - hopeless romantic.
And look where that got her.
You'll learn soon enough that real life don't have happy endings.
"Just writing that name makes me tingle all over."
Abi! You should know better,
reading other people's private correspondence.
Give it here.
"I am longing to tease your intimate..."
Ooh, I say!
Oh, it's a love letter! Just the first page.
It sounds more like filth to me.
Mo brought books in, must be hers.
There's nothing fluffy about Maureen Harris!
Well, maybe somebody broke her heart.
Oh, sentimental rubbish!
You put that letter back where you found it.
How is Tamwar doing?
He's on the mend. It's good to have him home though.
What on Earth are you wearing?!
I'm dressed for business.
He'd have to be.
What are you doing, dipping into the till?
Forget the books. I got the looks.
Kimmy is feeling very lucky today!
What you doing?! You're so...dangerous.
Well, the ladder was about to hit you.
I suppose you make it a habit of... throwing yourself at women?
I don't want him anywhere near this family.
Won't be a family left if you carry on.
-You know it all, don't ya?
-More than you think.
-Can we go out?
-No, not now, Morgan.
But I want to see my dad.
Right, up to your room now, please.
You took him to meet Ray?!
It was a cup of tea.
-You went behind my back?!
-He's got a right to see his dad!
-How could you?
-Where are you going?
-To sort this out.
-Please, just wait.
-Just stay with Morgan.
It's not your fault, sweetheart.
OK? It's not your fault.
-You being serious?
-You actually being serious?
-What's the matter?
You actually being serious?! You being ser...?
I was...on my lunch break.
This is not what you think.
Look, we're just mates, all right? Come on.
Those...those things I said about the baby...
Don't matter now.
I'm so embarrassed!
-Come on, d'you really think I'd want my baby to look like that?!
That ain't even funny!
-What do you want?
Checking you're OK. After yesterday.
Yeah, well, this is harassment.
Your old man can't have been happy.
You see, as you know, me and your family go way back.
I got to know them all - Phil, Samantha, Ronnie.
Yeah, well, I've done time, too.
Proud of that, are you?
Yeah, well, I am a Mitchell.
Must be hard to live up to.
I know you're protecting him.
Something you remember, anything at all that comes back to you,
you give me a call.
Who stood you up?
He's a fool, whoever he is.
HE SIGHS Three cheese rolls, Jane.
Er, "Please, Jane."
Yeah, why wouldn't I be?
Here! Bianca, hold up a minute. What's all this about Ricky?
Come on, you can talk to me.
Now that Pat ain't around.
You're letting your coffee get cold.
Why don't I buy you another one?
BIANCA: 'Why don't you just mind your own business, Mo!'
Pat was my sister-in-law, family. Someone's got to take you in hand!
-Pat didn't even like you!
-Left you, has he?
-Something like that. I want you gone!
-Can't blame him.
-Not until I've seen my son!
-That girl has no shame.
-You'll never be a dad to that boy, cos you ain't got what it takes.
Baggage...story of my life!
So what you going to do, huh? Keep him locked up?
Yeah, if I have to, I will.
Six years, a kid I never knew about!
Oh, just go home, Ray, will ya?
Oh, you ain't heard?
I'm not welcome in Manchester.
I took a pasting on account of the 500 that you stole off me!
-Just come for your money, yeah?
-Listen! I'm his dad.
You're no-one. You and me, big mistake!
So what does that make Morgan, huh?
-# We're gonna fight. #
-You mad, dropping out of school?
-Oh, don't you start!
You're clever, Lauren.
Yes, clever enough to have a plan.
Fats invited us over.
Oh-ho, juicy Lucy! You're looking good, girl! All right, Lauren?
Thought you could do with a cheer-up.
This is my tune, man, this is my TRACK!
We met at Syed's wedding.
-You looked gorgeous.
Oh, yeah, Tam is one lucky guy.
No... You know what, forget that, forget that.
I didn't mean that, bruv.
I know you've...had some bad karma and that and...
and Afia...you know,
you've lost your dad and that. But you know what?
You've still got Fats, all right?
You still got the crew, OK?
And best of all, most of all... you still got each other.
All right, this is my track! Come on, girls. You on this thing?
You on this thing? Come ride with me, man.
Come ride with me. # Take me away! #
BIANCA: Come on.
Ah! Pinot Grigio, please, Trace.
I've got previous experience, East End Cafe.
-Fry-ups and sponge puddings.
-The pub, Masala Queen.
You've got more experience than most of those other chefs.
Jane, are you going to blow this chance just cos you're scared?
I am happy where I am.
-Of course you are...
-I've got to get back, Tanya.
I'm going to wash my hands, all right?
Hello, darling, you all right?
Hello, Jane's phone?
This is her friend, Tanya.
Yeah, that's right, that's the one.
Abi, how'd you get on with Hinge and Bracket?
I thought you might want this back. I found it in a book.
"Fluffles?" Who's she when she's at home?
You're not being pursued by an ardent admirer?
If I was, I'd make sure he caught me!
There you go.
Well, I tell you what, why don't you give me a time
and I'll make sure she gets there?
OK. Right. Well, she'll see you then, then. Thanks, Gethin, bye.
Yeah. Em, tomorrow afternoon.
What about it?
Let's go shopping.
Oh, well, I'll be...I'll be working.
Well, change your shift! Oh, come on, Jane!
We deserve it.
No, Whit. It's my mess.
Story of my life.
Give Ray a chance.
Why should I?
Listen, you're not going to lose Morgan, OK?
Well, maybe I don't want to share him.
Sometimes I think...
if my dad was still alive things might be different.
All that bad stuff might not have happened.
He could've stopped it, you know?
He looked after me.
But I look after you.
-You weren't here, were you?
-I'm here now, ain't I?
B, you're not my dad.
I just miss him.
He loves his cars.
He's always looking for someone to race.
So what are you playing?
That sounds like my kind of game.
Here, you can drive this one.
One, two, three, go!
Is she just an absolute beauty, or what?
I tell you, Dad's going to be so made-up.
Who's going to drive her, though?
Well, it's ladies first, innit?
No, my dad starts the engine first.
Come on, he ain't going to mind.
-Give me the keys. Give me them now!
-What's she doing here?
Chill, I'm leaving, all right, yeah?
-You said it.
I leave you alone for two minutes and look what happens, eh?
She's all fixed up!
Ready to race.
I like it!
'Course you do.
-At least they cheered you up.
-I thought they'd never leave. Stop.
-We haven't quite finished.
-You don't have to nurse me, Afia.
I'm still your wife, Tam.
First girl you ever kissed.
Third, if you count Amira.
Can we do this sitting down?
Listen to that!
Sweet as a nut, innit?
New distributor and completely reconditioned.
They'll not see you for dust.
Me, the derby?! I'm 51 tomorrow, ain't I?
So what do you reckon, Jay, reckon you can handle it?
Well, someone's got to drive it, ain't they?
We've been thinking up a couple of names.
How about...Tin Soldier?
Or Mint Mitchell's?
Yeah, Mitchell Mayhem!
I'd better be off. Them spuds won't peel themselves.
That house of yours can't be much fun without me.
I can't say I've noticed, you know.
What with them Moon boys and... Rose's shenanigans.
You've got to admit the arrangement suited.
Are you angling to move back in?
you learn what's important.
Yeah, well, that's all well and good, but I ain't got the room now.
Andrew and Arthur could share.
I ain't forgotten the discourtesy you showed me.
You know, the reason you was evicted in the first place.
I'm an older, wiser woman, Dot.
And I can't stay with Tanya.
Well, be thankful that I'm a forgiving woman.
Shall we say the weekend?
Hiya, Nan. I think I left my phone.
Did you manage to work it out?
Oh, I think so.
My Maeve Binchy! I've been looking everywhere for that.
Give it here.
Bruv, that is big, man, that is wicked! Big work. Big work, man!
Oi, oi, oi! Come on, then.
Your head will be too big for that, won't it?
Come on, once round the Square.
Come on, Shirl, do the honours.
-Do I look like a racetrack dolly?
-What's the matter?
-Get out of here!
-Can I do it, please? Can I wave him off?
-Go on, then.
ONLOOKER: Come on, you Spurs!
Right, come on, Benny boy! CROWD CHEERS
Come on, Ben!
Go on, son!
Come on, Ben, show 'em what you're made of!
HE INCREASES REVS
ENGINE CUTS OUT
Come on, get out of the car. Let a proper driver have a go. Come on.
Oh, Benny! Benny, you're funny, bruv. Seriously, man, you're funny.
Come on, mate.
Here, give it here, give it here. Go on, Jay. Come on.
You need some more lessons, mate!
Formula 1 champion, Mr Lewis Hamilton!
Everyone, Mr Lewis Hamilton!
More like Stuart Little, man! Come on, Jay!
CROWD CHEERS ON JAY
-Come on, mate!
Are you ready?
Go on, Jay!
CAR REVS UP STREET
Yeah! Come on, get in there!
WHOOPING AND CHEERING
-Mm, yes, that is what she said!
And then apparently, Ricky just upped and left.
Hm? HE TUTS SARCASTICALLY
It's the children I feel sorry for.
Well, I'm glad you two find it so amusing.
What? Let's diss the neighbours. Normal service has been resumed.
I told you they'd work it out.
Yeah, they're trying.
We're all trying.
Zee, I just can't forget what he did to you.
You have to.
-Tamwar and Afia need never know the whole truth, OK?
This ends here, Masood.
What ends here? The truth about what?
Nothing, I was just speaking to your father.
You're still scared of him even now?
Don't be ridiculous!
-His secrets and lies.
-I don't want to talk about him!
Have you learnt nothing?!
-For this to work, he needs to know everything.
-I thought we were putting it behind us?
He beat your mother.
He beat her black and blue!
This is your fault. All of this is your fault.
I wish I'd never met you.
I lied yesterday.
I was scared.
He said he was going to kill Stella.
Make amends for what she did to me.
He...he came back.
Pumped up. Job done.
He told her to jump...
..otherwise he'd push her.
She had no choice.
Oh, come on you lot, have you seen the time?
Get your teeth cleaned and your shoes on. Come on.
-Oh, Morgan, look at your jumper!
-You can get a new one.
What do you want me to do? Grab a bunch of money out the Monopoly box or something?
-Excuse me, you can clean this up, please.
-Keep your hair on.
I knew it wouldn't last. Come on. Tiff, shoes!
-It's not her fault Ricky's gone.
-Well, step up. Bianca can't do everything.
No. You're not a kid no more, so stop acting like one, Liam.
What are you doing up so early?
I thought I'd make the old man a cup of tea.
Here you are, make yourself useful.
-Bit old, ain't he?
-Your dad's been through the wringer.
I want today to be a nice... happy...family day.
Do you understand?
Yeah. I can't wait.
-Right, we ready? What are you two up to?
I found this under the sofa. It must have been Nana Pat's.
She always said she'd give it to us if she won. Never know.
Well, I doubt it. Nana Pat never won a tenner in her life.
But we could do with some money.
Come on, then, where's your bag? You ready?
-What are you doing?
-Forgot my games kit.
Oh, give me strength. Come on, hurry up! We're going to be late.
-Bit small for you, innit?
That's just the wrapping. Mwah.
Do you have to do that?
And that's not all.
-Ah... And how much did that set me back?
Nah, thanks, I love it.
Er, sorry. Er, present's on its way.
You know - internet order.
And so, what's the plans? After a long lie-in, of course.
I got motors stacking up.
It's only 20 past.
Need to get away early, get spruced up for the boxing.
Yes. It's a sell-out. Should be a good do.
How about we all meet for lunch at the curry house, on me?
As long as I ain't got to be in the inspection pit with him.
Says the man who can play the trumpet with his backside, eh?
All right, let's knock it on the head.
-Sorry about Yasmin last night.
-The joys of teething.
-I don't think any of us were in the mood for sleep.
-You can say that again.
You know what? I'm going to bake you some khatai. Your favourite.
Only don't tell your father. That man is a bloodhound when it comes to cookies.
We're out of sugar.
It's all right, I'll pick some up when I've finished my shift.
Afia. Afia, just wait. Afia, please. Please, talk to him, OK?
One of you needs to make the first move.
He can't stand the sight of me.
He looks at me and...
I know he sees him.
No. You are nothing like your father.
I can't get my head round it. Why didn't you say something?
it wasn't just physical.
I should have told him straightaway
about what Dad did all those years ago.
-It's all my fault.
-No, it isn't.
Now, you remember what the nurse said, OK?
Survival, it brings its own demons.
Tamwar does not know what he's saying to you, OK, sweetheart?
He loves you, Afia. He loves you.
He wishes he'd never met me.
Does that sound like love to you?
Afia... Afia, wait. Listen to me.
Afia, wait, please?
Oh, how is she? Poor thing.
-She's so lucky to have you to lean on.
-She's bearing up.
Oh, I can't tell you how I miss Doctor Khan. Such a gentleman.
The new locum just lacks a certain gravitas.
Excuse me. I'm so sorry, I'm late for work.
I'm sorry. I should have told you I was moving out.
-I couldn't find the right words.
-Oh, there's a first.
You know you're always welcome round at Dot's.
-Unless you're otherwise engaged.
I told you, I found the love letter on the counter,
used it as a bookmark - the end.
Aren't you just a teensy-weensy bit interested who it's from?
Why would I be? It's not for me! Someone left it here.
Exactly! Your mystery man.
If I had an inkling of who it might be from,
do you think I'd waste my time finding out?
Well, why not?
Cos the man I'd be interested in would have eyes you could drown in
-and a bum you could bounce tuppence off.
Oi, put that down. Ain't a charity shop. You know what I mean.
-What do you want a clipboard for, anyway?
-Can you at least let me carry the shopping?
-I can manage.
Oh. What are you doing here?
Shirley called me in. Mix-up with the roster.
-What can I get you?
-Two doughnuts to take away, thanks.
-Oh, hello, love.
-How you getting on settling back in with your dad?
How are you feeling?
-Um... Oh, I'm through the worst of it, thanks.
-1.60, please, Tan.
-Fancy a night out tonight?
-Hang on, you know how I feel about that.
-Don't worry. I'll keep an eye.
-Hello? I am still here, you know.
I know I don't come with glowing references, but I mean it.
-She's my best mate.
All right, then. But you don't be too late, all right?
-Yes! OK, shall I get Whitney involved, yeah?
Here, Luce, on me.
-Has she had a personality transplant?
-I think it's called growing up.
-Right, OK, I'll leave you two to just gossip.
-All right, darling.
Right, you still up for this shopping expedition?
I'm sorry. I'm on a double, apparently.
Oh, well, never mind.
Although I was quite looking forward to my first trip out.
But you'd think I'd have learnt
not to make plans in advance, wouldn't you?
You know, I'm sure Bianca could do with the extra money.
Yeah. OK, see you at mine, one o'clock.
-Since when did the council decide to pull down the playground?
-Oh, it was in the Gazette last week.
-Ain't you got anything better to do with your lunch hour, eh?
-Oh, come on, Phil.
How can you resist a smile like hers, eh?
-Yeah. There you go.
-Thanks, Mr Mitchell.
-Right, hold the fort. I won't be long.
-Why, where you going?
-Going to get another ticket for tonight.
-Yeah. Well, he deserves a break, don't he?
He's been working really hard.
-Not that I'd trust him to change a light bulb, but still...
-You said it was a sell-out.
It is, but I'm a man who knows a man.
-You said first thing!
-I had to run it past our
CPS lawyer and he doesn't fancy the odds.
Well, why not?
One case collapsing is unlucky. Two will smack of incompetence,
and I'll be the one carrying the can.
What's up? You lost your bottle?
You don't want to make an enemy of me.
So what are you saying?
Are you sure you want to go through with this?
You're not just pulling the plug on your father. Shirley? Jay?
They'll be gunning for you.
Well, look, that...
that doesn't matter. What matters is the truth.
If it is...the truth.
I can't live with Stella still on my conscience.
I'm not doing it for her. I'm doing it for me.
-It's not a big one. I'm not even drinking.
-I've got an essay to do.
So? It can wait! Come on. It won't be the same without you.
-Oh, fine. Where are we off to, then?
-Ooh, yes! Come here.
We should hit Old Street. Bound to be a band on somewhere.
-Er...you said the Vic and R&R in your text.
-Change is as good as a rest.
And why should Phil Mitchell get his hands on our hard-earned cash?
-I'm the one that works.
-Are we going out or not?
-Shoreditch is full of pretentious wannabes.
-Day-Glo wasn't even fashionable first time round.
-You would know.
You're the one with the clothes stall.
-Right. You can count me out.
It's cool. We understand. She doesn't want to leave her comfort zone.
No, well, I ain't really that keen on the idea either.
Can't we just stay round here?
The R&R it is, then.
-It's all right.
Are you skiving off work?
It's Phil's birthday lunch. I've got to go and clean up.
Right, well, have fun.
Here, hang about. You know the petition?
Why didn't you want me to sign it?
Oh, um... I was just in a hurry.
Just...I thought we was all right now.
Oh, no, it's not that.
Hand on my heart - Lola's just a mate.
I got it wrong, I know that. She won't let me forget it any time soon.
-She's a laugh, do you know what I mean?
-She thinks I'm a complete loser as it is.
Will you chill out? What is not to like about you, Abs?
Where do I sign?
Why is it all blokes?
Promise you won't laugh? It's an thingamajig. Like a decoy.
-I'm comparing handwriting.
Well, my gran has got a secret admirer.
Phil? Fancies Cora?
-You're off your nut.
-Well, why not?
-He likes birds with their own teeth for starters.
-Shirley's not exactly Kim Kardashian.
Cora's old enough to be his mum.
All right. Well, maybe not Phil but...
-someone wants to keep her warm at night.
-If he can get the straitjacket off.
I was only joking, all right? I'm sorry.
You can't help who you fall in love with.
Yeah, so they say, eh?
-See you later.
-Yeah, see ya.
-You don't mind me sitting here, do you?
Sorry about, you know... Crashing your place yesterday.
It's OK. You weren't interrupting much.
You know, Fatboy's heart's in the right place.
His brain - not so much.
It's fine, really.
That's a nice picture. I've hardly got any of my mum.
Dad chucked most of them.
I was, what, four-years-old?
After that, it was like she never existed.
What was she like?
My nan said she was like...
this lost soul just looking for perfection.
Dad just reckons she was a slapper.
Two sides to every story, I suppose.
I know it's not much, but at least you got to know him.
Dad used to say I was the best thing about him.
What did he mean?
Guess I'll never know.
-I better get back to work.
-We're out tonight if you fancy it.
-Half five at the Vic if you change your mind.
Yeah, a stomach bug. Yeah, that's right. Well, yeah, I know I should.
Listen, I've got more better things to do than phone the poxy school, all right?
-Yeah, and you.
-What's the matter?
-Liam ain't been in all morning.
-He's probably missed the bus.
-Bunking off with his mates, more like.
Liam Butcher, when you get this message, you phone me straight back, yeah?
-Come through. I'm just going to grab my coat.
-Have you got a tissue? Pigeon hit a home run.
-Ugh. I'll run it under the tap.
-It always happens to me. I'm sure they've got my photofit.
"Woo, chocks away!"
Right. So you're wearing that top?
No, it's fine, don't get me wrong. It's lovely...
-for slobbing round the house and that.
-It's not like we're heading out for a night at the opera, is it?
Not exactly, no.
He rang your mobile - Gethin - and I might have accidentally arranged an interview time for you.
-You scheming... You guilt-tripped me!
-Yeah, all right, let's save the post-mortem for later.
I've got this nice white blouse - low-cut, not too much cleavage...
No, you are wasting your time, friend.
You know your problem, Jane? You never give yourself a chance.
You wait till everyone has crossed the finish line before setting off,
-and wonder why you came last.
-You think you know what's best for everyone else!
Fair shout. Yeah, yeah, I do. Because nine times out of ten, I'm right!
You're a long time dead, Jane. You could be the next Nigella Lawson.
No-one sucks on a strawberry quite like her.
-One chicken korma with chips.
-Pretend curry's for Ben.
-All right, Bruce Lee, calm down(!)
-And one jalfrezi.
I want to propose a toast. To Phil.
Happy birthday, you old codger.
I've got something for you.
Here we go.
-Sold out, you said.
-I pulled a few strings and threw in a free service
on top of the cover price and everyone's a winner, ain't they?
-That's all right.
-So where's his present, then?
Um... The shop phoned up this morning.
-They said it's out of stock.
-In the shop, more like.
Ah, forget it. Like I need more aftershave, eh?
Nah, you lot'll do me.
Cheer up. Home time soon.
Don't remind me.
You and Tam will be fine.
How can you be so sure?
Well, at least you can give your husband the one thing I couldn't give mine.
Life doesn't boil down to sex, does it?
You've got so much to learn.
COMPUTER GAME BEEPS
Playing on that thing again? Maybe you can teach me.
I've always fancied being a...
green little wizard thing.
-What do I do?
-Oh. Oh, no, no! He's going...
I didn't even save it.
Your brother was never any good at electronics either.
Except for his calculator.
He used to write rude words using numbers.
You know when you turn it upside down? He used to write "boob".
Ironic, really, seeing as it was Syed, no?
Seems like only yesterday that you were both small boys.
Now look at you.
with a wife.
You mustn't blame her, Tamwar.
So she didn't tell you what Yusef did all those years ago.
So what would it have changed now? You lied about Oxford too.
Huh? She didn't hold that against you for long, did she?
Please don't let...
..that man tear our family apart again. Please.
You know, none of us are infallible, all right, Tamwar?
And if Allah has the compassion to forgive, then so should you!
Oi, you, what happened about getting a shift on at work?
Oh, stuff it. I'm my own boss. I'll put me feet up.
Why don't we watch that film that Jay got you?
You know, the Tarantino one.
I don't mind, long as it ain't got any singing or dancing in it.
Right, yeah. Well, look, I'm going to go to the bog.
Just make sure you don't start without me.
Remember you've got to revise for that physics exam.
-Oh, yeah, like he's going to pass that(!)
You know I'm right. Don't stand a chance, does he?
TV: 'Despite their teeth, the blacktips know exactly what they're doing...'
SHE PRAYS IN HER OWN LANGUAGE
From a gentleman friend. Sensuous hand, don't you think?
He's a bit of a kinky one, though. Says I've got a lickable face.
I'm pretty sure that says "likeable". You've got a likeable face.
Really? That's all right, then.
-Still, try anything once.
Oh, hiya, Nan.
Phil Mitchell? You really are clutching at straws.
-Did I say you could flash that letter about?
-This is my letter!
I think she means this one.
There it is! Oh, that's one of my faves.
Page two, and I've underlined it,
"I long for the sweet caress of your hand
"and the tenderness of your lips."
I'd let you read the others, but they're a bit racy, know what I mean?
Why is he writing to you, anyway?
Well, he's away with work.
Away with the fairies, more like.
Anyone who calls himself Snuggle Puss needs his head examined.
Jealousy is a very unattractive trait, Cora.
Oh! I can't tell you how good that feels.
-Literally been rushed off my feet.
Sitting in the bath. He's not said one word since coming home
He's never exactly been Mr Motor Mouth.
No, this is different. He's just curled up inside himself.
He's not even asked about Afia.
-He... Where is Afia? Where is she?
-I thought she came home already.
No. Pass me the phone.
-She's probably just taking five minutes to herself....
-Just pass me the phone!
-Afia will be fine...
-No, she will not be fine, OK?
She is the innocent in all of this! If anything happens to her,
I will never forgive myself. I will never.
SHE SNIFFS What's that smell?
Oh, no, no, no.
SMOKE ALARM BEEPS
Look, I'll go and find her.
MUSIC FROM TELEVISION
KNOCK ON DOOR
I made the tea.
All right, all right, I'm coming!
-You shouldn't have.
-One way ticket to Lisbon. I've called Grant.
-He's expecting you.
-I was at the nick earlier. They were having a briefing about you.
-What sort of briefing?
-I don't know.
Whatever, they're coming mob handed. You need to go now.
If you see him, send him home, please. Give me that.
FRONT DOOR SHUTS Yeah, cheers. See ya later.
-Oh, where the flaming hell have you been?
-Give us a chance.
Don't get lippy with me. You're on a yellow card for not phoning me back.
-I had to save my minutes.
-What you got there?
You got a job?
McKlunky's. Part-time, cleaning up. Evenings and weekends.
-Even got my own name badge.
-Did you do that for me?
I'm the man of the house now. Every penny counts, right?
What's that smell?
-Chicken and chips. Staff discount.
Come on, kids, lay the table. We're celebrating.
Come on, Morgan! Come on, Morgan!
-Doesn't make sense. They've nothing on you.
-It's a wind-up.
The Old Bill know Ritchie's Dad's brief and it'll get back to you.
No, no way. Ritchie's always spot-on.
-I've got to go now.
-I'll pack a bag.
-I'll get the false passport from the Arches.
There could be a copper outside in a car. You know, surveillance.
-He's got a point there.
-So let me go.
I don't think so.
Listen, the passport's behind the extractor fan in the Arches.
You get it. You go with him if you want.
Tequila? Since when?
Least Mrs Beale mark five is good for something.
No, I'll stick to this, thanks.
Cos nothing's quite as sophisticated as a bright blue drink(!)
More for me, then.
Room for a little one?
'He told me to do it.'
-I said I can do it!
-I don't get it. If it ain't Denise, who is it?
-There's no-one else round here stupid enough to take him on.
-I'll get my crystal ball out, shall I?
-It's stuck. I need something sharp.
-Give it some welly, you muppet.
-Just do it!
Hello, ladies. Starting early, I see.
-It's lemonade. You can check.
-Don't worry. I'm cracking the whip.
-You do that.
You're looking at the sous chef at his new restaurant.
Jane, that's brilliant! See, I told you! I knew it! I knew you could do it.
-I'm welling up here. Get us a bottle of bubbles when you have a minute. When do you start?
The restaurant's in Cardiff.
Phil, please come back.
They're taking too long!
Earth to Whitney. It's your round, please.
No, look, look, look. Fats just texted me saying he misses me.
Don't let us stop you.
No, it's a girls' night out, innit?
-I should go.
-We've only just hit our stride.
Yeah. You should try it some time.
Zainab is worried sick. This is how you repay her? Have you been drinking?
-It's not mine!
-Of course you'd deny it. Lying is in your genes.
Right, I think we should make our move, girls, yeah?
-Where we off to next?
-Come on, Afia, you're not serious.
Don't wait up.
-What's taking you so long?
-It ain't here.
Can't you do anything properly? Just one thing.
Phil, it's not here!
You know who's behind all this, don't you, eh?
-It's Marsden. She's the one that's setting me up.
-So you believe him but not me?
-You're wasting time!
-It's her. It's all her.
I mean, it's makes sense, don't it, eh?
She's sending me all this stuff, winding me up. She's got access to the files.
She could have got that memory stick off Jack. Once Old Bill always Old Bill.
Will you please just go!
BANGING ON DOOR
Mr Mitchell? It's the police. Open the door. >
Dad, before you go...
Mr Mitchell, open up. >
BANGING ON DOOR
This should clear things up.
Go on, take it.
Open the door. >
-What, it's was you? You!
-Yeah, and I loved every minute of it.
-I told you, Ben...
-You knew about this?
-Ben, what's going on here?
I don't believe you did this to me.
CONSTANT BANGING ON DOOR You did this to me.
What's the matter with you? What is the matter with you, eh?
What's wrong with you? What, you think...?
Philip Mitchell, I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Stella Crawford.
You do not have to say anything but it may harm your defence
if you do not mention something which you later rely on in court.
Anything you do say may be given in evidence.
Happy birthday, Dad!
Take him away.
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