22/08/2014 EastEnders Omnibus

I've downloaded some Mighty Sparrow.

Sorry, it's one of Patrick's favourites.

Right. I thought you'd be at work.

No, Shabnam's covering.

You not going in today?

No, of course I'm not. I'm going to be at the hospital.

-Any news?

-Only that he's finally making progress.

-He'll be back to his old self soon.

-Well, let's not jump the gun, eh?

Meaning?

Meaning, we know this could take months. Years even.

Not if I've got anything to do with it.

-I'll go and get changed.

-What for?

You don't think I'm going to let you go on your own, do you?

-All right, Whit?

-All right.

Yeah, yeah. Sorry. Just broke a bit of a sweat this morning.

Yeah, I can see.

-You'll never guess what.

-What?

The shower at the Vic's only gone and broke on me, ain't it?

-Oh, no.

-Yeah. So I either walk around stinking all day or...

-What?

-We go back to yours.

-We?

-Well, yeah. You can't expect me to scrub my back on my own?

I can't quite reach.

I've got to help Bianca.

Bunk off.

Bye, Lee.

I never did like showering on my own.

It's a good job you had 30 geezers to keep you company, then.

You having this?

Some lightweight decided to gag all over my new tiles.

Nice. Is Linda around?

She's on the blower to her mother. She'll be another good hour.

Just wanted to give her these.

She's been a bit stressed out recently. I thought it might help.

Let's have a look.

-What's this, give her the full works, does it?

-Yeah. Courtesy of yours truly.

That's very decent of you.

RADIO: 'Following last week's appeal, police are still looking to talk to several key witnesses

'in the Lucy Beale murder investigation.

'They are particularly interested in anyone on the number 15 bus

'between 8.06 and 8.22 on the evening of the 18th of April,

'including a man wearing a distinctive hat who still hasn't come forward.'

-Sounds like the Old Bill are finally starting to pull their finger out.

-He's just some bloke on a bus.

So why hasn't he come forward, eh?

Chances are he's got something to hide, ain't he?

If I was him, I'd start running.

Ah, here he is.

Now Patrick, I hope you've not been out there giving them nurses a hard time.

Have you been doing your exercises? Hmm?

I thought so. Right. Come on.

Come here and give us your hand.

And squeeze.

Patrick, you know what the doctors said, don't you?

Ian, pour him a glass of water, will you?

Shame it's not rum, eh?

Dot's only gone and knitted you a pair of socks.

She's worried your feet are going to get chilly.

Don't just stand there with it.

Oh. It's OK. Not to worry.

Eh? Accidents happen, don't they?

-All right, Sis?

-Hey.

-What are you doing back here?

-Charming.

I thought you were recuperating at Sonia's.

Yeah. Dot wanted me to go and see Dad with her.

-What's he doing going with you?

-Well, he offered.

Dot, all you've got to do is ask, you know. I'd have driven you.

I've asked you countless times to come and visit your father with me.

You've always been too busy.

It's all right. It was no trouble.

Well, if you want to go again, you come and find me. Yeah?

-Max, is Abi in?

-Er, yeah, but she's got university to think about, Jay.

Last thing she needs is you distracting her.

Oi. You listening to me, or what?

What's going on, Max?

I'm part of this family, ain't I? Everyone seems to have forgotten that.

I got your text. What's the matter?

Well, that place that I was waiting to hear about...

I didn't get in.

Well, can't you just go back on the clearing website?

All the good courses will have already gone.

-Someone might've dropped out over the weekend.

-Jay, there's no point.

What are you going to do -

sit here feeling sorry for yourself or do something about it?

Oh, and your dad keeps banging on about Liverpool, by the way.

Look, if you don't want to do it for him, then do it for me.

-How does he seem to you?

-Pretty much the same.

-I'm going to go find a doctor.

-What are you going to say?

We've got a right to know what's going on.

-What am I supposed to do?

-Er, sit with him.

Um...

Denise...

She put some of your favourite music on an MP3 player, so...

There you go.

MUSIC PLAYS

Patrick.

Help me out here, please.

What are you doing?

Steering well clear of Lee.

Why? You two had an argument?

What is it?

Well... He's a bit...full-on.

Oh. Right. And you don't want to go there?

Course I do. I just...

-I don't know.

-Just what?

Well, every bloke I've been with, yeah? You know what I'm like.

I always dive in headfirst, don't I?

So you just want to take your time?

Yeah. Cos I really like him.

I just need to make sure he feels the same way.

Come on, Whitney. Of course he does.

Lee's one of the good ones.

I think it's nice that he's so keen. You know.

At least he's not... I dunno.

I thought it was girls that had all the complications.

Talking about Dean?

Yeah. I was trying to be like you. Trying to play it cool.

So what happened?

Well, I went round there for a takeaway.

-And?

-And...

-Well, Lauren Branning. I am ashamed of you.

-I don't even know what's wrong with me.

It's like every time I'm around him, I act like an idiot.

I can't look at you.

Seriously, I'm just playing it cool.

-All right.

-All right.

-Have you seen Lauren?

-Yeah, she's...

-You just missed her. Sorry.

-All right.

-What?

-I can't let him see me like this, can I?

What are they saying?

I'm still on hold.

Why do these things take so long?

-I told you this was a waste of time.

-Give me the phone.

What are you doing?

Hello? Abi Branning. She's right here. Thank you.

Hello? Oh...

-Everything all right?

-Do you mind holding on one second?

-What do you want?

-I'm going to cook a bit of lunch later.

-Why?

I told you last week. I want to do something. You know, celebrate your place at uni.

-Oh. Well, me and Jay are just going to grab a pizza.

-Nah, it's all right. It's fine.

-Yeah?

-Do you mind, then? We're kind of in the middle of something.

All right. No worries.

Oh, family lunch. 1.30.

-But I've already made...

-No buts, Lauren. All right. Do what you're told, please, for once.

I can just see you on the beach. Kicking back.

Glass of rum in your hand.

Maybe when you've got yourself back on your feet

we could get you a flight over there or something.

Patrick, believe it or not, I am trying to help you out here.

Why don't you just help me out a little in return, yeah?

You've seen how happy Denise is. Why spoil it?

Oh!

You all right? What is it? What's wrong? Can I do your cushions?

-Let me just...

-Get off me!

All right.

Look, I just wanted to say sorry about earlier.

You know, I've been letting things get on top of me lately. That's all.

OK.

So how is everything?

A little bit tender but that's to be expected.

-What, with the...?

-No offence, Max, but do you know what,

-I don't really want that conversation with my brother.

-Yeah. Nah.

Dot's in here, she's collecting for the church fair.

-Oh, right.

-Dot...

-All right, Dot?

I'm ever so sorry, Carol

but I've had to make a little pile of rejects.

I mean, the vicar, I'm afraid, is very particular about his jumble.

I mean, Bianca is a lovely girl but some of her outfits...

They're so lurid, they was bringing on one of my migraines.

Listen, I'm glad you're here actually, Dot.

I want to invite you both for lunch. About half one, round at ours.

-You know, just to celebrate Abi's exams.

-Oh, dear.

I had promised the vicar I'd give his jumble my full attention.

Well, if you play your cards right, Dot, I'll let you root around the girls' wardrobes, if you want.

-Oh, well, I expect I can spare an hour.

-Great. Here, I'll give you a hand with that, Dot.

Well, I was going to call in on Shirley...

Oh, but on second thoughts I don't think

there's a place for leather on the vicar's table.

-You're probably right. I'll see you over there.

-Hold on, Max. There's a hat.

-See you later.

-Thank you so much.

-See you later.

-See you.

-Oh, hello, Whitney.

-Hello.

-We've just collected some jumble.

-Oh, right.

-All right, Whit?

-Hiya.

-I didn't know you were back.

-Just a flying visit.

How are you feeling?

Oh, I'm sick of everybody asking me that.

Oh, it's only cos I'm worried.

Look, I just need a bit of time to readjust, that's all.

So...what's been going on around here?

-The usual.

-And Lee?

He's not giving you the run-around, is he?

Not exactly.

So what's the problem?

Or are you trying to find a problem?

Life's too short for ifs. Just go out there and have some fun.

I've had to get the bleach to these cupboards. Thick with grease they are.

I love it when you talk dirty!

Why don't you come down and play.

No, I'm busy here.

-Is this about what happened at Fatblasters?

-Course it's not.

-If you're worried about what people are going to say...

-Like what?

There's the woman who lets her husband sleep with hookers.

Sorry. I just hate it when this place is in a state.

I could get Tracey to come and cover for me.

We can go and have a cuddle for a half hour, if you want.

No. Not today.

Oh. I almost forgot.

Um, I got you some vouchers.

To get the old canister done. You know, like, the full works.

Oh, Mick. You haven't.

You can only have 'em if you promise that you'll give me a little private show when it's done.

Yeah? Is that a deal? Is that a deal?

All right! Just give 'em! Give 'em to me.

Courtesy of Walford's very own Vidal Sassoon.

Blades.

I'm just... I'm out of bleach.

-You, er...you find him?

-Eventually.

It turns out he'd been trying to call me at the house.

Why? What's happened?

Well, it's good news, Patrick.

The doctor seems to think you're going to make better progress at home.

So, erm... so...so what they're going to do is,

they're going to send Social Services round, come and assess the house,

and then hopefully we can bring you back home with us.

You're not going to manage to look after him on your own.

We're going to have carers coming in a few times a week.

-And not to mention there's that outreach team.

-Right. And what about work?

Well, Shabnam will cover.

Right. Let's practise those exercises again, shall we?

-Why would I want these?

-I thought you could do with cheering up.

I don't need anything from you, do you hear me? And you stay away from Mick.

Why?

I'm warning you, Dean. I don't know what you think this is

but it stops right here. Do you understand me?

Everything all right?

Yeah. Mick'll be wondering where I am.

What was all that about?

Search me.

What are you after?

Um, Whit was saying you was looking for me earlier.

Was I? Can't even remember why.

-Oh.

-Was there something else?

I was just wondering... it's quite complicated really.

I'm not sure I follow.

I just want to know...

Know...what?

Well...

You know them hot oil treatments that you do...?

Whitney was saying they're bad for your hair or something. I just... wanted to know if they was..

but it doesn't really matter now anyway.

I've got lunch in five minutes.

You know, if you wanted to come back to mine. Get a takeaway.

Thank you. Bye. Bye...

What did they say?

Um, they've offered me a place at Bolton.

See! I told you!

-It's Animal Biology.

-So?

-So it's not the right course.

-But you still get to be a vet at the end of it, don't ya?

Well, yeah. Eventually.

Well, that's all right, then, ain't it?

Look... this is our chance to get away.

Us?

There's nothing keeping me round here, is there?

How old were you when we first met?

I don't know. About 11?

And what did you want to be back then?

A vet.

I did, didn't I?

Look out, Bolton. here we come.

Yeah. All we've got to do now, though, is tell my dad.

Anthony, it's Ian again. I'm not sure if you've got my previous messages

but when you get this one, can you give us a call?

Any news from the Old Bill?

Nah. Not yet.

-Looks like they've got that geezer on the bus firmly in their sights.

-I'm not going to get my hopes up.

How's, er...Patrick?

-Apparently he's getting better.

-You don't sound too happy about it.

RINGTONE

'Is that you, Dee?

'Where are you? I can't see you.'

'Ian! What do you want?'

-It's...it's Patrick.

-'Has something happened?'

No, no, no, he's fine. The consultant thinks he's making good progress.

'Thank goodness.

'You tell Dee to give him a big smacker from me, all right?'

Whoa, whoa, whoa. I need to ask you something.

'It's gotta be quick. I'm on stage at half past.'

Oh, right. Is that why you're dressed like...

What is that?

'# We're your dream girls, boys

'# We'll make you happy, yeah... #

'Three girls. Think me, Dee and... Shirley.

'Except one of us is more talented than the other two,

'so they get pushed to the background while I take the spotlight.

'# I'm telling you, I'm not going

'# You're the... #

'So come on. What did you want to ask me?

'My public awaits.'

How would you feel if, um... Patrick came to stay with you?

'Ian, I'm on a boat! What do you expect him to do?

'Paddle out here on a dinghy? Do me a favour.'

We could meet you next time the boat's in port, or something.

'This is no place for a sick man, Ian.'

All right. So Denise is supposed to look after him on her own?

'Look, if I could come home now, I would.

'But I can't... OK, coming!

'That's me. I've got to go, yeah? Look, tell Dee I'm thinking of her.

'And whatever she needs to do. I'll support her. All right?'

-This is a first - you cooking.

-Yeah, don't get used to it.

I've invited Charlie along. I hope you don't mind.

Ah. I've only laid the table for six.

Don't be ridiculous. You can pull up an extra chair, can't you?

Ain't Lauren joining us?

Yeah, she is, Dot. She's just popped out for a bit.

-Where?

-It's all right. She knows what time lunch is. She'll be back.

-You not working today, no?

-Day in lieu.

-Right. Must be nice. Working flexitime.

-It's got its advantages, I suppose.

That way you get to run Dot around whenever you want.

-Meaning?

-So, Abs, Liverpool. You must be really excited.

Yeah, yeah, I suppose. Yeah.

You're the first of the Brannings to go to uni, as they call it.

You must be ever so proud, Max.

-I am, Dot.

-Especially with the year she's had.

-Dot.

-Well, it can't have been easy for her.

Not with the goings on round here lately.

You should check out the Cavern while you're up there. It's the first club the Beatles played at.

I always hoped that my Nick would end up at one of them polytechnics.

He was ever so gifted with his hands.

-Yeah, I've heard.

-I don't know about anybody else but I'm really starving.

-No, we're going to wait for Lauren.

-She won't mind if we start without her.

It's a family meal, ain't it? We're going to eat together.

What is this?

What's what?

Me and you.

Well... It's fun, isn't it?

You didn't think that...

-Oh, you did think...

-I'm going to have to go anyway, cos...

-my dad's going to be wondering where I am.

-Babes, we're both pretty young.

I just don't see the point in settling down at this age.

Course not.

Look. Why don't we go for a drink in the week?

See how it goes.

You don't need to do me any favours.

I'm not. Do you want to go out or not?

I'm sure I could move a few things around.

Cool. We'll start in the Vic, then we'll shoot into town after.

Sounds good.

Bye.

What can you see?

Oh, come on, Patrick. Do this for me.

No...no more.

Patrick, come on. Just a couple more cards. Please.

I...I...

Um, leave him, love. Leave him.

He's tired.

Where'd you slope off to?

I had a delivery at the restaurant.

Why don't you go get yourself a coffee?

-I'll do a few more of those with him.

-Right.

-Thank you.

-It's all right.

Patrick, I'm fed up tiptoeing around.

I was thinking maybe we could help each other out but you've clearly got other ideas.

So if you want to...tell her...

..that's fine. You go ahead and tell her.

Here she is.

What time do you call this, Lauren, hmm?

-I thought I said half past?

-Yeah. I lost track of time. Sorry.

-What, you think I just plucked a time out of thin air, do you?

-I just didn't think.

No, you never do, Lauren. That's your problem.

-No harm done, eh?

-Sorry, was I talking to you?

-Max...

-Walking round the square like it's bob-a-job week.

Sorry, who invited you, anyway?

-Are you all right, Lauren? You look a bit flushed.

-Yeah, I'm fine.

Well, I wouldn't mind a bit of what she's on.

There's such a glow about you.

Right, I'd better go and see your dad.

Oh, leave him. He's been like it all week.

That appeal must have been really hard for him, Abs.

It wasn't easy for any of us.

Hey. Just what is your problem?

Him. What's he after, Carol? Pride of Britain award, or what?

He's just looking out for Dot.

Yeah, right. Best mates now, are you?

What you talking about?

I've seen you, your little looks across the table.

Look, Charlie just got us out of a bit of a hole, that's all.

-What sort of hole?

-Nothing. Don't worry.

-Why didn't you come and see me?

-Cos I didn't want to worry you.

-He's not even family.

-He's Dot's family.

He rocks up out of nowhere, claiming to be her long-lost grandson.

I don't buy it.

Look at him. Running around after an old woman. He's got to be after something.

Listen, that's enough. This is Abi's day and she doesn't need you spoiling it.

-What's his problem?

-Don't take it personally. He's just had a rough couple of weeks.

You and me. We're still good, right?

I said so, didn't I?

Looks like we're both in the doghouse.

I don't know what to do any more. She keeps giving me the swerve.

Yeah, you and me both, son.

-What? Are you and Mum...

-No, no, no, just...

a little bit of a scuffle at Fatblasters.

There was no harm done.

Did I ever tell you the time me and her got together?

Geography. I lent her my best rubber and after that...

She was putty in your hands. Yeah, yeah.

-I remember.

-If you're in it for the long haul,

then you have to take the rough with the smooth.

I've never met anyone like her before.

Then I'd say to you, just sit tight

because let me tell you something now, birds like your mum -

they don't come along very often.

Now, liven that boat up. You're going to put off the punters.

Yeah, I'll give Dean a bell later. See if he fancies a few pints.

-No, you don't.

-Where did you spring from?

-We need you behind the bar tonight.

Don't look at me. She's the guv'nor.

How long is it now, Abs?

About a month.

-You must be excited.

-Yeah. She is, ain't ya?

Sorry, what, are you going to do all the talking for her, today or what?

Right, shall we do a toast?

-Yes. To Abi.

-Abi.

Are you going to tell him, or am I?

What? Tell me what?

I'm...I'm not going to Liverpool.

-That's your doing, is it? What are you trying to do? You trying to talk her out of it?

-No, no. I, er...

I didn't get the grades that I needed.

Right. So why didn't you say something?

Because you were too wrapped up in yourself to listen.

Don't blame the girl. She's had a trying few weeks.

Sorry, was anyone talking to you, Dot?

-Don't talk to her like that.

-Oh, shut up. I'm sick of you sticking your oar in.

You might get these two eating out the palm of your hand, mate.

-I ain't buying it.

-And there's me feeling sorry for you, Max Branning.

But a leopard, it can't change its spots.

You've brought nothing but shame on Jim's family.

Right. Well, good. I'm glad.

-So get out, the pair of you.

-Hang on, hang on. Abi ain't finished yet.

I'm actually going to Bolton to do Animal Biology.

-And I'm going with her.

-What are you talking about? You ain't going with her!

You can't tell him what to do. This is my life.

It has nothing to do with you.

You just can't help yourself, can you?

Don't do this to her, Patrick. Don't break her heart.

Right.

We'll let you get some rest but I will be back first thing.

With any luck, we'll get to speak to that occupational therapist.

-See if we can get some idea of when we can bring you home.

-Don't go getting his hopes up, love.

-What are you talking about?

-Look at you. You're practically on your knees.

I mean, that's no good for anyone. I mean, least of all Patrick.

Do we have to do this here?

Listen, I've spoken to Kim and Anthony and, um...

they're both in agreement.

Agreement about what?

Maybe the best place for Patrick is in a home.

Oh, here we go. Remember what I told you.

Listen. I'm sorry if I seemed a bit pushy earlier.

You've got nothing to apologise for.

It's just sometimes, I get a bit...

And you think I don't?

Look, Bianca's out tomorrow night. I want to cook you something nice.

-If you're not too busy.

-No. No, I'll be there.

-Good.

Sweet. Right, go on and sink a few pints with Dean. You deserve it.

I told you. We need him here tonight.

It's all right, Dad. I'll hang about, it's fine.

Oh, talk of the devil. What can I get you?

Bottle of lager. And whatever you want.

We're working, so...

I thought I told you to stay away.

You're going to bar me from my local? Bit over the top.

Just keep away from me, all right.

Linda. I think you might've got your wires crossed.

You know I'm with Lauren, don't you?

Then perhaps she'll keep you on a tighter leash.

I'm flattered and everything, but it was just a drunken kiss. Yeah?

Don't you dare.

Want some toast?

Have you thought any more about what we talked about last night?

-About Patrick.

-He's not going anywhere!

Morning, Abs. Do you want a bit of breakfast?

No. I was just looking for my phone.

Sit down, I'll do you some.

-What, so you can have another go at me?

-No, course not...

No, no, no. You ruined my lunch yesterday.

How could you speak to Grandma like that?

You're being selfish, you know that, don't you?

Come on, if it was your dad,

you'd never think of putting him in a home.

Patrick isn't your dad.

He's as good as.

All right, IF my dad was still alive,

and IF he'd had a massive stroke and needed specialist care,

then, yes, I would look at putting him in a suitable care home.

Ian, I don't believe you. You just want Patrick out of your hair

so you can get on with your life.

No. Look, I want what's best for him and for you.

-You're not thinking about me!

-Of course I am.

Patrick needs specialist care,

and I know you think you can give that to him,

but let's face facts here.

What are you going to do about the Minute Mart? Give it up?

I don't know, but I'd find a way to manage.

Because that's what you do when you care for someone,

you don't just walk away when things get tough.

Have you got any idea how hard it's going to be

looking after him and holding down a job?

Ian, I don't care. I'm not giving up on him,

cos that's what it'd mean to me, you know?

Abandoning him when he needs me.

I've had a look online, OK,

and there's some... There's some fantastic places out there

that do these incredible therapies and treatments.

It's stuff you can't do.

Wow. You really want rid of him, don't you?

I don't want to see you run yourself ragged looking after him.

Fine. I'll go and live with him in his house and then you won't have to deal with any of it!

-DOOR SHUTS

-Grandma?

I'm in here, Charlie.

Blimey. When you said jumble, you weren't kidding.

There's another great heap in the kitchen.

You know, I reckon I've bitten off more than I can chew.

Right, well, the cavalry's arrived.

Yes, well, I was counting on Arthur,

only he has got a friend with an emergency.

-Don't worry. Now, when is this jumble sale anyway?

-Saturday at the church hall.

I've got to sort it all out and get it over there.

Well, make good use of me, then.

Well, you can sort it into piles. I'm doing trousers.

And I'll go and put the kettle on -

if I can find it underneath the bric-a-brac.

Oh, dear.

So, Pops says he's going to look after Lexi tonight

so we can go to the cinema.

We can't really afford it, can we?

Yeah, I know. But it's only the cinema, ain't it?

We hardly ever do anything any more.

I'm not really in the mood to be honest.

Do you know what then, Peter, why don't you tell me when you are in the mood, all right?

-You ain't seen Dot, have you?

-She's got the day off.

-Right.

-Going through jumble at her house.

Have you got stuff to drop off?

I've got a bagful I need to take over later,

I could take yours as well.

No, you're all right. cheers.

What are you helping him out for? He's a such creep.

Oi, oi!

-Hey.

-We still on for later?

-Yeah. You're coming round mine?

-Yeah. Can't wait.

Wish someone would put a smile on my face like that.

I know that you're really excited

about taking the kids to see Sonia and Carol, aren't you?

Er, well, I'd have to see if Sonia's not busy.

Please, B. I want to cook Lee something nice.

-Can't you do it another time, Whit?

-You really don't like him, do you?

I don't think he's good enough for you, that's all.

The way he treated you about Lucy - not to mention his family.

Yeah, well, those cannabis cakes, they weren't his fault.

Still got your family in trouble, though, didn't it?

He's going to get better.

But you don't see it, do you?

You just...

You don't see hope.

You know what the doctor said - it could take him months to recover,

-if he even does.

-Oh, he will recover.

I don't want you across the road, struggling to cope with him.

Yeah, but I don't want that either, Ian, but...

Well, you don't leave me with much option.

Darling, we've got the room here.

That man, he's seen me through some of the worst times of my life,

and I cannot turn my back on him.

-I'm not asking you to.

-Yes, you are.

And if I let him go, then I'll never be able to live with myself

and I'll resent you for making me do it.

Look, I'm just trying to protect you.

But I don't need protecting.

You won't have to lift a finger.

I'll do everything.

He's got no-one else.

I'm sorry.

SHE SIGHS

So am I.

Where do you want this?

Says foot spa on the box, but it's a dirty old toaster inside.

People are just using me like the council tip.

I'll put it in the rubbish pile.

Oh, I've got one like this.

This is my ironing! I must have dumped some jumble on it.

-That's not funny, Charlie!

-It is funny.

THEY LAUGH

DOORBELL RINGS

Oh, who's that? I hope they've not brought a load of twosies.

-Onesies, Grandma.

-What?

-One... Onesie.

Max, what do you want? I'm up to my eyes.

'Yeah.'

Dot, I just wanted to say I was out of order yesterday.

Well, it's not me you should be apologising to.

Charlie's done nothing but support your family.

I don't want to get into all that, do I? Cos I don't know the geezer.

No, but I do. He's kind and he's caring.

He was round here the crack of dawn this morning

to help me with me jumble.

What, so he's here now, is he?

Do you want to see him?

No, I don't, Dot. All right. I've said all I wanted to say, so...

Hope your jumble goes well.

I know, I know, I'm late.

It's all right, I managed.

I had some things I needed to talk about with Ian.

You unpacked that delivery yet?

-Uh, I haven't had a chance.

-I'll do it.

You haven't forgotten about this afternoon, have you?

Um...this afternoon?

I'm taking it off. I've got an appointment.

Yeah. Yeah, I haven't forgotten about that.

-So you'll be here?

-Yes, I will be here!

-You all right?

-Whitney's been talking about you coming over later.

-Oh, yeah?

-Yeah, well, I don't think it's a good idea

but she's old enough to make her own mind up.

But I'm just telling you now, if you hurt her, I'll hurt you.

Good.

Well, if I ever hurt Whit, I'd deserve it.

But that's never going to happen, so it's a bit of a pointless threat.

Well, good.

Good, then.

Look, I really like her, so, just give me a break, eh?

It's not the uni I wanted. or the course I wanted,

but it looks all right, don't it?

Yeah. I think it looks great.

Oi! This ain't a drop-in centre, you know?

All right, keep your hair on.

Oh, bit late, innit?

But I don't even know where Bolton is.

It's near Manchester. It's only a couple of hours on the train.

Oh. Well, if it's what you want. I'm going to miss you, though.

-Well, I won't miss her. I'll be with her.

-What?

-Yeah. Jay's coming with me.

-What, to live?!

-Yeah.

You can't. What about your job?

-They have garages up north, you know.

-Yeah.

Who won't give you a job unless I give you a decent reference. Now get back to work. Come on.

-Go on. You'd better go, all right?

-See you later.

Bolton? You sure that's what you want?

Yeah. I want to be with her.

Lola didn't look too happy about it, did she?

She'll have to get over it. I'm going whether she likes it or not.

-Hey.

-Hey. Not working?

No. I'm getting coffee.

Let Denise manage on her own for a change. I know.

I know she's going through it with Patrick,

but, Dad, I'm just expected to carry on without her, covering her shifts,

running everything, and she doesn't even acknowledge it.

Give her a break. It's not easy for her.

I'm trying to be sympathetic,

but she's meant to be running a business, Dad.

When she's working, she's exhausted

and she keeps making mistakes because...her mind is on Patrick.

I'm actually looking forward to going to the dentist this afternoon.

-Hey.

-Oh, hi, Mas. Shab's just nipped out.

Yeah, I saw her.

OK. What's she said?

Nothing. She's just worried about you. That's all.

She knows you've got a lot on your plate. How's Patrick?

Ian wants to put him in a home.

That's not going to happen.

What condition is he in?

He can't walk. He can't speak properly.

Can't do much for himself without help. And I know what that means, but it's Patrick.

Where's his son in all of this?

Anthony?

He wrote a nice little cheque for two grand and walked away.

-£2,000? That's all his dad's worth to him?

-Yeah.

He's another one who just wants to wash his hands of him.

Ian? Surely Ian doesn't want to get rid of Patrick.

It feels like he does.

I'm just so angry, Mas, you know?

After everything that we've been through,

the minute it's something with someone I care about

he doesn't want to know.

Well, if it means anything,

I think it's great that Patrick's got someone to fight his corner.

-Good for you.

-Yeah?

Yeah! What you're doing is amazing. That's what life should be about.

I'm Asian. We look after our elders.

The parent nurses the child and, in return, the child nurses the parent.

I wish I could've done the same for my mum.

-I mean, I know Patrick's not your dad...

-No, but you're right. That's exactly how I am.

You've got your friends. We're here to help.

He's not going in a home, Mas.

-All right, Pam?

-Oh, I'd have brought them over.

Don't worry. Come here, I'll save you the bother.

There you go. Now, there are four black suits in there, all good,

but the shoulders are a bit worn from carrying the coffins.

Oh, Mrs Branning is ever so lucky having you to help her.

Do you know, there's a special bond

between a gran and her grandson, isn't there?

My grandson Paul is off travelling, and I do miss him.

Anyhow, what am I like?

Oh, tell her I'll be there on Saturday to help out.

-You've got to do your bit, haven't you?

-OK. Yeah. No problem.

-You all right.

-Oh, hi.

I called you yesterday, you didn't pick up.

Yeah, I've been busy.

You're always busy, ain't ya?

I'm starting to think you're ignoring me.

-I've been up to my eyes. This new appeal's brought in a lot of new leads.

-That's a good thing, isn't it?

Yeah. Of course. It's just...

You know, my new boss is still breathing down my neck.

She scrutinises everything I do.

I just want to prove myself to her.

Speaking of which...

I've missed you. I keep thinking about you.

I've been thinking about you, too,

but you know how difficult things are for me at the moment.

-Yeah, it's all right. I'm starting to get the message.

-Max, don't be like that.

You all right?

Who's that?

Charlie Cotton. My step-mum's grandson.

He's a copper as well.

-Charlie Cotton?

-Yeah.

I've never heard of him. Does he work in Walford?

I dunno. Some sort of detective.

-Bent, I reckon.

-What makes you say that?

He's well shifty. I wouldn't trust him.

I keep trying to warn Dot but she's got her blinkers on.

Shmarmed his way into my family, bought 'em all off.

You sound jealous.

Course I ain't jealous. Well, if you think that,

maybe it's a good job you're too busy to see me.

-Hey. You alone?

-Yeah.

-Oh. I spoke to Denise.

-Dad...

It's all right, I didn't really mention you.

She just needed to let off a bit of steam, that's all.

-I think she really wanted somebody just to agree with her.

-And do you?

Absolutely. If she can, she should look after Patrick herself. Of course, Ian doesn't agree.

Ian doesn't agree with what?

We were talking about Denise.

Right. There's a surprise.

-Is she around?

-No. She's having lunch at home, isn't she?

-No.

Oh, great, she's disappeared

when she knows I've got to leave in half an hour!

Right, so come on, then. What's she been saying?

What've you been talking about?

How I'm the bad guy in all this, is that it?

No, we were just talking about the situation.

She's a friend, I'm concerned.

Right, well, don't be concerned.

It's OUR situation, we'll deal with it.

Look at you, eh?

Out of bed.

Kat's over there lounging about with her feet up,

texting me every two minutes asking me what I'm selling.

She's not lounging about, she's got two newborns and swollen ankles.

Well, she'll have swollen fingers at this rate.

So, what time's Action Man coming over?

You all right with that, then?

Said I was, didn't I? Listen, you've only got one life, Whit.

You can't let the past hold you back.

This ain't about Tony.

I know, but....

..if you feel like you're ready,

I'm not going to stand in your way, am I?

It's about time we both moved on with our lives properly, really.

Yeah. And once you get to know Lee, you'll really like him.

Yeah, I'm sure I will.

Listen, we'll be back about half eight, nine.

That'll give you a bit of time to... have a bit of romance.

See you later.

Thanks.

Oh, yeah, Dot's having this, er...

This jumble sale for the church.

I give her a few things I'm not really going to wear any more.

Then I tried to give her an old lamp,

but Ian's clung onto it, said it was his gran's.

Needless to say, that's gone back in the cupboard for another 20 years!

So, what, we not talking now, or what?

What do you want me to say?

Look, I'm sorry about your lunch.

I was just trying to do something nice for you, it wasn't supposed to end like that.

Sorry.

All right, well, do you want me to say that to Grandma?

I'm going to go help her with the jumble.

No, I've already apologised to her.

Oh. Well... Good.

Why don't you come over with me?

-Well, no, cos Charlie's over there, ain't he?

-Oh, fine.

Abs...

Yeah. All right, fine. I will.

No. You stay here if you're going to be all full of attitude...

I ain't full of attitude, am I? Let's go. It'll be fine.

All right, just, please, try and get along with Charlie -

for Grandma's sake.

-You'll hate it, you know.

-No, I won't.

-Well, you won't know anyone.

-I'll know Abi.

-Phil, are you happy about this?

-No. But it's his life, ain't it?

Yeah, that he's going to ruin by going to Bolton!

Jay, I don't get what made you change your mind?

You said you didn't want to leave London.

-Is Abi making you, is that it?

-Look, no-one's making me.

I'm going because I want to go.

-Yeah, but you're giving up your whole life to be with her!

-No, I'm not!

I'm going to Bolton to be with Abi. What is it you don't understand?

Well, cos you could see her on the weekend, you could see her...

Just because things are going bad between you and Peter,

don't interfere between me and Abi, all right?

Look who's come to help us.

Hiya. Thought you could do with an extra pair of hands.

-All right?

-Yeah.

Fancy a beer? I've got some in the fridge.

-Yeah, be lovely. Cheers.

-Abi? You want a drink?

-Yeah.

You didn't need to come, Max.

Charlie and I are managing perfectly well on our own.

It's all right. Abi was coming anyway, so...

Do you know what I think? You ain't got a problem with Charlie.

You've got a problem with yourself.

You don't know what you're doing with your life

so you're filling it with tawdry affairs.

You might as well help, now you're here.

I don't know how you charge the prices you do.

You don't have to shop here, do you?

It's loads cheaper in the big supermarkets.

-You're paying for convenience.

-I'm paying for your holiday home.

Sorry, sorry, I got held up.

I'll carry on with the stock check.

Can you stick the kettle on, please?

What?

My appointment.

Oh! I'm sorry. Go on, get off, then.

It was an hour ago. I had to cancel it.

-Well, I'm sorry, I had to go and see Patrick at the hospital.

-I booked it off last week,

-I reminded you this morning.

-Yes, but I've had a lot on my plate lately, OK?

I know. But I cannot carry on looking after this place on my own.

But you're not on your own.

Helen only does mornings in the summer holidays.

I am... I'm sorry about Patrick. Really - I am.

But we cannot carry on like this. It's not fair on me,

-I need to know where I stand...

-You're selfish, you know that?

Go on, go. Take your afternoon.

Right. I will.

-Is that the last bin bag?

-Uh, yeah. Think it was, yeah.

Dot, you got any more bin bags, darling?

-I gave you the last of the roll, Charlie.

-I know. We've run out.

-It's all right, I'll go and get some more.

-No, no, I'll go,

-cos I want to get some ciggies.

-OK.

-(Are you two all right?)

-Yeah. We're fine.

I'm glad you came round...for Dot.

-Well, I haven't got an argument with her.

-Just me?

I'm just not that happy with you trying to push your way in

-with my family.

-I was only trying to help.

Well, if they need help they've got me.

Fair enough. I didn't mean to step on your toes.

-You seem to be here a lot.

-What do you mean?

Well, ain't you got other people you can spend time with?

Like, a girlfriend, or other family, or...?

Mum's parents are dead.

Never had a grandparent before. It's been nice getting to know Dot.

She is my family.

I'm not after yours.

How about you?

What?

You got a girlfriend?

Uh, nah. Ain't got time for all that, you know.

Got the business, ain't I? The girls to look after.

Why don't you press on with that then?

Think me and Abi seem to be on top of everything here.

Bet you've got loads of cars to sell.

Yeah.

I'll see you later.

-Abs, I'm going to make a move, darling.

-'Oh, OK.'

-All right. I'll see you later.

-'See ya.'

Thanks for coming.

Oh, Denise, where do you keep your bin bags?

They're over there, on the right.

People have left me a mountain of rubbish for my jumble sale.

Oh, and I'll have a packet of my usual. Ta.

SHE SIGHS

There you go.

You look a bit tired. What is it? Patrick?

Yeah.

How is he? I've been meaning to go to see him.

I ain't had time. Did he like the socks I knitted him?

Yeah, he did, thank you. He's a lot better than he was.

The doctors seem to think he's ready to come home.

Oh, that's good.

Well, you don't look too pleased.

Oh, no, I am.

Ian thinks he should go into a home.

Oh, but I don't.

Oh, I see. What does Patrick say?

Well... He's in no state to have a say.

I just find it so upsetting, Dot.

You know what a strong, independent man he is.

Or was.

Now, well, he's just like a puppet that's had its strings cut.

Yes, I know, Denise. Just like my Jim.

-Oh, Dot, I am sorry. That was thoughtless of me.

-It don't matter.

And you think you can care for him, do you?

I CAN look after him.

Yes, I know it'll be hard but...

..it took two men to get him up out of the bed at the hospital earlier.

Two of them.

And I couldn't help but thinking,

what if it was just me and I couldn't do it,

or if I buckled and he fell on top of me?

But I can't give up on him, Dot. It's Patrick.

That's what I thought with Jim.

Right. So you do think he should go into a home?

Well, you've got to think of yourself.

I mean, you'll be wearing yourself into the ground,

struggling to look after him, just like I did.

I nearly had a nervous breakdown. You'll die before he does.

-Don't say that.

-Well, it's cos you don't want to hear.

I mean, I'm afraid I think that Ian's right.

-There's been a change of plan.

-What do you mean?

Will you help me?

I've got to baby-sit. Sorry.

I know you were looking forward to it just being me and you.

Yeah, I was.

Alfie rang me.

He was desperate for a baby-sitter and I couldn't say no.

This is my niece. My brother Ryan's little girl.

I didn't know you had a brother.

Yeah. I ain't seen him in ages.

Sorry. I was going to cook.

Bianca took the kids out and everything.

These things happen. It's all right.

-Another time though, yeah?

-Yeah.

Yeah, well, see you later.

What are you doing back?

I closed the shop.

I hate this. I don't want to fight with you.

It has to be the best home possible.

It has to be.

I promise you. I promise you.

The very, very best.

Right. We're done! You relax for a minute.

I couldn't have done it without you, Charlie.

Well, it weren't just me, Max did his fair share as well.

I was surprised when he turned up.

I wasn't. You mean the world to him. We've got that in common, at least.

I'm glad you sorted it all out.

What with Carol and her illness, and him carrying on with Lucy Beale,

I shall be glad when that family

pulls together in the right direction.

-Are the girls in?

-No, they're out.

-Thanks.

-You all right? What are you doing here?

-You said that man was called Charles Cotton?

-Er, Charlie, yeah.

-I checked him out.

I couldn't find any record of him in the force.

-Right. What does that mean?

-It means he's not a police officer.

I was going to bring you a cuppa up in a minute.

You should have woke me.

Thought you needed your sleep. Go on, sit yourself down.

I'll do you a tea and bring you some breakfast, all right?

There's, um, a few options there.

It's just a question of budget, really.

But most of those, they're within our price range.

But I don't want you worrying about the money, I'll find it from somewhere, all right?

There you go.

Now, there's one or two here which are...they're quite near,

so I was thinking of giving them a phone call this afternoon and booking some appointments for tonight.

-They can manage without me at the restaurant.

-Tonight?

-Well, it's best we get on with this.

I suppose.

You all right?

Couldn't be better.

FRONT DOOR CLOSES

Oh, Charlie, thank goodness you're here,

I can't move with all these bags round me.

And now, my blooming sink has got blocked again.

I think it's that wretched U-Bend. I can't shift it.

And I've got to get to work.

Didn't I tell you, I would come round today -

-I'm going to take all of this stuff to the church hall.

-Oh, thank you, Charlie.

-But first, I've got you something.

-What?

-Here. Open it.

I saw them in a shop window. I thought you'd like them.

You shouldn't spend your money on me.

Yes, I should. You're my grandma.

Try them on.

Just seen Golden Boy.

-Who?

-Charlie.

You're not still going on about him, are you?

No, I'm fine with him... now I know he's going to get what he deserves.

Thought you might like to know, Charlie's just gone into Dot's.

Well, I want to be there when you do it.

All right, fair enough.

I tell you what, come round after.

Yeah, I want to hear all the details.

All right, cheers.

Lee!

You're putting me to shame with those calves, boy.

Oh, yeah - habit. I need a think, I go for a jog. Helps me focus.

Oh, yeah, what is it? Army, family, women?

Whit. She invited me round hers for dinner,

-said it was just going to be the two of us...

-Sounds promising.

Yeah, well, when I got there, she was baby-sitting. Said it was something she "had to do".

Right, you reckon she did it on purpose?

I dunno, she keeps giving me mixed messages. It's annoying, cos I really like her.

Talk to her. Tell her you're too old to play games.

-If she carries on, move on, there's plenty more birds out there, mate.

-Yeah, I suppose.

Got a date myself later on, with Lauren.

No mixed messages there, I don't mind telling you.

MOBILE PHONE CHIMES

It's Dean. He's taking me out for lunch.

It's a proper date.

Oh, nice.

I've got a good feeling about him.

I reckon me and him, we'd go good together.

He's so fit, ain't he?

So's Lee.

I bottled it, Lauren. I bottled it.

I told him I was baby-sitting Lily. He weren't happy.

-So you're not into him at all then?

-Yeah, I am. I just don't think he's going to want what I want.

He's been in the Army, he's probably used to getting loads of girls.

I don't want to be just another one.

You've only been on a few dates with him, I think you need to chill out a bit.

I mean, he likes you, that's obvious. Don't want to go scaring him away.

Sorry. I'm in a bit of a rush...

-It won't take a minute.

-How can I help?

It's Detective Charlie Cotton, isn't it?

Yeah.

Step out of the car, please, Mr Cotton.

-What do you think you're doing?

-Charlie Cotton, I'm arresting you for impersonating a police officer.

-I'm sorry, what?

-You do not have to say anything...

-Stop.

-..but it may harm your defence...

-You are making a big mistake.

-..if you do not mention, when questioned...

-You can't arrest me. I'm a DC, like you!

You're not on any of the police systems. You are not a police officer.

They tend to leave Special Ops off the system, for obvious reasons.

Show me your badge.

We don't carry badges. Again - for obvious reasons.

We can go down the station if you want. We'll go and sort this out.

Only, I'd hate for you to be humiliated in front of the people you work with.

Or Max.

Max Branning? You do know him, don't you?

Well, he's a suspect in a murder investigation.

A bit more than that to you, isn't he?

-Why don't we go for a ride and discuss this?

-A ride?

There's too many prying eyes round here.

We should be somewhere a bit more private.

You going to be in a bad mood all day?

Well, you've been in a bad mood for months, ain't you?

Look, Jay is Abi's boyfriend.

Why are you so surprised that he's going to go to Bolton with her?

Cos his life is here, innit?

And anyway, it's her, keep nagging him and nagging him to go all the time.

-You don't know that.

-Yeah, it is. And now, I haven't got no-one to talk to, have I?

-You've got me.

Yeah(!)

I'll see you later.

Everything all right?

Yeah. No different to usual.

It's not her fault. I just don't know what to say to her any more.

You two went through a lot to be together. All right? Remember that.

She loves you... and these last couple of months hasn't been easy for any of us.

I mean, especially for those closest to us.

Deigning to shop in here again, are we?

I don't want to go up the high street - ain't got my face on.

This is silly, Denise. How's Patrick? Is he any better?

-A little.

-That's good.

See, he'll be back to his old self in no time.

And when you see him next, you tell him we miss him at the Vic.

Can he understand you when you talk to him?

Yeah... Yeah, he understands you.

It's just, you know, well... He can't say very much back.

And how are you? How are you coping?

Oh... I'm all right. Well, got to be, ain't I?

Thank you.

Morning.

Morning. Er, Shabs...

-These aren't even our most expensive ones!

-Well, if you don't want them...

No, hang on. I didn't say I didn't want them.

Look...

OK, look. I am sorry if I've taken you for granted.

And it won't happen again. So, please...

just accept the chocolates and let's go back to normal.

Cos I really haven't got the energy to fight you.

I'll hang my stuff up.

We can open these later.

What are you playing at?

Why were you looking me up?

-I'm just doing my job.

-Digging around?

Did Max put you up to this?

Max is part of my grandma's family, all right?

I'm not trying to make trouble for him or for you,

but I really don't appreciate someone trying to arrest me in the middle of the street.

I saw you with Max yesterday.

He is a suspect in a murder investigation.

And you were interrogating him?

I'd say you were being more involved with him.

-I don't know what you mean.

-I think you do.

You're having an affair with a suspect in a murder investigation.

Not going to look good if that gets out, is it?

What do you want?

I presume you want to keep your job?

End it now, or I'll have a chat with your superior.

Good.

Right. I'll drop you back and we'll forget we ever had this chat.

Hi.

Hey.

Oh, wow. What are you looking so happy about(?)

Cheer me up. Could do with a mate.

OK.

Lunch later?

I can't, I've got a date.

Who with?

Dean. He's taking me for lunch at the Vic.

I didn't know you were dating him.

Yeah, well, I'm not really. It's the first date.

Hopefully it's the first of many.

Well, I'm working later, so why don't you pop in and we can have a chat?

No, it's nothing, I just need to sort my head out.

-Yeah, well, I can help you...

-No, I said it's nothing.

OK.

I'll see you around, then, yeah?

Carl, can you do me a favour, keep an eye on my stall?

-You got any clients at lunchtime?

-No.

-Well, do you fancy having lunch together?

-What, just me and you?

-Yeah.

-All right. Where?

The Vic? Half 12?

-Yeah. Sounds good.

-Yeah? I'll see

-you then. See ya.

How can I look him in the eyes and say

that it's best for him to go somewhere where he doesn't know...

and it's away from his home and friends, and me?

You've got to remember what's important here.

You're making sure he's getting the care he needs so he can get well quicker.

But what if he doesn't get better?

What if, once he's in the home,

he just...gives up?

Patrick? Are you kidding? He's a fighter, isn't he?

Yeah... Yeah, he is. He's always been there to keep me fighting.

Yeah, well, do this for him, then.

You fight to get him the best care and then you fight to get him better and back here.

You may as well take your break now.

Where have you been? We've a blocked toilet flooding Mr Marshall's room!

I have enough on my plate running this place without worrying about you doing your job.

-Where have you been?

-I had stuff to do.

So, come on... What did he say when you arrested him?

Well, I was wrong... Look, Max, the thing is, we need to finish. I can't see you again.

What you talking about? Where's all this come from?

-Charlie Cotton is a police detective and he knows about us.

-Right, well, you said he weren't.

-I made a mistake.

-What do you mean, he knows all about us?

He saw us yesterday and he guessed.

-We ain't got to finish, we've just got to be a bit more careful, maybe.

-No, I can't take the chance.

He's threatening to report me if I see you again. You've put me in an awful position.

I'm the one who's put everything on the line and if it gets out about us, I'm finished.

-Do you think he'll tell Dot?

-No.

-Are you sure?

It's unbelievable. Who does he think he is?

He's Special Ops, that's why I couldn't find any trace of him on the system.

I can't risk my job for you, Max. I just can't.

Stuff to do? You've stuff to do here!

-Stuff that you're getting paid for.

-You call what I get pay?!

You're lucky to have a job.

-Is it a girl?

-Is what a girl?

-That's keeping you away from here?

Some tart you're keeping secret?

If I'm keeping a girl a secret, I'm not going to admit it, am I?

Don't you get smart with me. Something's going on.

-I'm your mother, you can't fool me.

-You're wrong.

I'm never wrong.

Blocked toilet on the first floor, yeah?

There you are.

What's that?

Oh, it's...stuff I need to ask when we go visiting the homes.

Ian's been researching. He wants to go tonight and look at some.

But, I dunno...

This feels so wrong, going to look at places without Patrick, you know?

It should be his decision, but...

Yeah, well, he's in no state to go and check them out, is he?

So are there places specifically for people who've had strokes?

Yeah... Yeah, we could always get him somewhere with a specialist nurse, a regular physio.

-Sounds perfect.

-Yeah, but they are dead expensive. About £30,000 a year or more.

Ian says he'll pay, but it's so much money.

And it's not as if there's a load of places.

We'd have to find somewhere that's got a vacancy,

and then that could be miles away. And what do I do then?

Do I keep him near so that I can see him?

Or do I send him to get better care that's just somewhere else?

You'll make the right decision. You will.

I'm going to want to see him every day.

Course...and look, don't worry about this place.

We'll work around it.

There's just so much to think about.

You all right?

Yeah, you?

Yeah.

Do you want to come in?

There's something I want to ask you.

OK.

Did you really need to baby-sit yesterday? It's just...

I get the impression that you... planned it all.

Why would I do that?

Are you playing games with me, Whit?

It's just, you invite me round, make out it's time for us to... well, you know...

and then all of a sudden, you're baby-sitting.

I mean, if you've changed your mind, it's OK, you can just tell me,

I'd be a bit annoyed at first, but I'd understand.

What, cos you want sex?

No! Cos I really like you!

I'm scared.

Of what?

When I first met you, I really fancied you.

And I thought you were what I wanted.

And then you dumped me for Lucy.

I've already apologised for all that.

Yeah, well, it still hurts.

I want to be with you, Lee...

..but I need to trust that you'll be there with me afterwards.

If I just wanted sex, I would have gave up ages ago.

I like you, Whit...

..a lot.

Look, let me tell you something, right?

My mum and dad... my ambition is to be just like them.

Marry young, have kids,

to be together forever, never looking at anybody else.

I mean, look how happy they are together.

That's what I want.

Yeah?

Yeah. So if you want me to wait, fine, I'll wait. I ain't in a rush.

I don't want to wait.

-But you just said that...

-That was a minute ago.

I changed my mind.

Wait, are you sure? Cos we can...

I'm sure.

-Did you unblock the toilet?

-Yes.

Hurry up with that - you're behind.

Will you get off my back?!

Is it any wonder I drag my heels getting here

when all I get is you yakking in my ear every minute of the day?

If you don't like my work, find some other mug to do it.

I'm sorry, Charlie, I'm having a bad time of it today.

We've money missing.