25/07/2012 EastEnders Omnibus

Hey, Lo!

Apparently you're supposed to have pasta the night before a big race.

Do you reckon spaghetti hoops for lunch does the same thing?

Lo!

MUSIC: THEME FROM "CHARIOTS OF FIRE"

THEY LAUGH

-Aah...

-Whoa, whoa, what... What are you doing?

-You're supposed to be setting an example for the boys.

Yeah, sweetheart, in case you don't know, I am the manager. I've got to stay focused and alert, all right?

Yeah? Well, what's it going to look like, you waddling down the side of the pitch with a big pot belly?

-What? Look at me - what pot belly, eh?

-It's a good job I'll be there cheering you and the boys on, eh?

No, sweetheart, sorry, sweetheart.

You can't be at the match.

-Why not?

-What do you mean, why not? What's the matter with you? Have you forgotten?

Today's the day when officially the Olympics comes to Walford, all right?

So I'm going to move the Queen Vic outside.

That way I can milk this momentous occasion dry.

Yeah!

But I was looking forward to going to that match.

Kat, sweetheart, we could make a few bob here.

Think of all the thirsty punters, eh?

All queuing up for our finest ales.

HE CHUCKLES

Didn't want to go to the poxy match anyway.

It's called the kiss, right? I hold my torch out like that,

and wait for the fella behind me to pass on the flame.

Right, that's that sorted.

-Shall we make a move?

-Yeah!

-Pops, tell them about your route.

-Oh yeah, yeah, right.

So, I start out on George Street, yeah?

Make my way onto Turpin Road, past the war memorial, and then out onto Bridge Street.

-DOORBELL RINGS

-I'll get it.

-I'll get it!

-Then...

I do a quick lap of the Square, end up at the Vic, and that's where the next fella's waiting.

-Is that where you kiss him?

-That's right.

-Will you make the first move?

-Where he's been waiting all day to hold your torch?

THEY LAUGH

This is serious, Rox.

There's going to be thousands of people watching me on that torch cam.

-Sorry, what is he doing here?

-I just wanted to give you this before your run later on.

Yeah? Well, clear off.

Stay where you are.

Have you seen that ankle bracelet?

One more run-in with the law, and she's locked up.

It weren't Jay's fault.

-You heard her. It weren't his fault.

-I don't care whose fault it is.

He's a bad influence.

Pfff!

-Anyway, have I shown you my tracksuit?

-Twice.

Bill, what's in that box?

These little beauties are my new trainers.

Got 'em cheap online.

But I'm not going to get 'em out yet, not till just before the race. I don't want to scuff 'em up.

-ROXY LAUGHS

-He thinks of everything, don't he?

I do. Talking of which, I'd better go and see Denise at the shop.

I think it's what they call a "PA" in the business.

THEY GIGGLE

Here, I've got a little something for you.

It's a little bit bitten-up

but it was one of George's favourites.

I love it.

Who'd have thought it, eh? Me flying the flag for the Mitchells.

Yep, the world has gone stark raving mad.

-Just try not to mess it up, eh?

-Hey, Phil...

I've waited my whole life for this day.

Nothing is going to go wrong. MOBILE RINGS

Excuse me.

-See ya later.

-See ya.

-See ya later, Bill.

-See ya.

Hello, Janine?

Yeah, I thought you'd forgotten...

Now?

I can't, cos Alfie's expecting me at the match.

All right, give me 20 minutes.

I don't need a babysitter, Pops.

What about your curfew?

I said I'm going to be good, and I will, all right?

Go on, then.

See you later.

Argee Bhajee.

Is this going to take long, Denise?

Only I've got a cut and blow-dry at quarter past.

Kim! Kim... If you wouldn't mind going and finding Billy, and tell him to get a shift on.

Do come to the Argee Bhajee.

Zainab!

Might I remind you that I'm the one that's paying your wages?

Power's gone to that woman's head. It's like working for the Gestapo.

-KIM:

-He's here!

And so, without further ado...

Er...on behalf of the Minute Mart Head Office,

I'd like to officially launch... Billy, if you wouldn't mind...

Our countdown clock,

which is counting down to the very second

that our Olympic torch arrives in Walford, so...

CHEERING AND APPLAUSE

Everybody, everybody, feel free to drop in and check out our pies and pastries.

Dee, just give it up. Just give it up.

-TANYA:

-Oh, Lucy, Lucy...

-We're due at the cash and carry.

No, I just wanted to tell you that Linda's not been very well,

so Jane's had to fly out to Florida to see her.

-She did want to say happy birthday before she went.

-The phone's been playing up.

Yeah. Hey, you, are you enjoying your day?

-I feel sick.

-Oh.

Well, maybe I should take him off your hands for a while?

-Do you want to come and hang out with me at the salon?

-It's OK. We're doing just fine, aren't we, Bobby?

-Yeah.

-Well, if you have any problems over the holidays or anything...

You will be the first person I call. Promise.

Oh. She appears to be missing a head.

-Moons!

-Hmm!

-Some nice stuff in here.

-Mmm?

Look at this!

1948 Olympic programme.

Hm!

Now you're talking.

The Moons?

You've got to be kidding me.

This is going straight in my display cabinet.

Hey, hey!

The Mighty Sparrow. Oh, you old dog, you!

Yeah, man!

-Hey!

-Hi, fellas.

Oh. We've come for our share.

Yours is in the box.

-HE CHUCKLES

-This a wind-up, isn't it, yeah?

We agreed I'd have first dibs.

What, so we're left with a pile of junk?

I've tried to be fair.

You've given us a jigsaw of the Shropshire Hills.

There's only seven pieces missing. I counted 'em myself.

You ain't going to get away with this.

I think I already have, don't you?

Procuring goods under false pretence. That is against the law.

Paddy, are you going to let them slander your wife like that?

She's making a mug of you, Paddy.

What can I say, son? Never hustle a hustler.

If I'd have known getting married

was going to ruffle so many feathers,

I'd have done it months ago.

Mm-hm?

My dear Cora, would you mind joining me for a dance?

What, here?

Oh, come on, let us show these youngsters how it's done.

Oh...

SHE CHUCKLES I've got a cabinet to fill.

Michael!

Just the man.

Any chance of a lift to the hospital?

That would mean travelling out of my way, Bill.

So that would be a no, then.

What, you're not going?

No again.

-So, what am I supposed to say to Janine?

-Dunno. Sure you can improvise.

Now, I want you to treat her as if she was my daughter.

No hands where they shouldn't be, and I want her home by eight o'clock.

Is that understood?

Yes, Derek.

Good boy.

You seen her over there?

Can't be more than 19 or 20.

-Good luck to him.

-Absolutely.

How are you?

Well, ain't you going to introduce us?

Would do, but she's a little bit shy.

Which is unusual, you know, for a pole dancer.

We're going to have all sorts walking those streets over the next few weeks.

So I think we should just do our best

to make sure that everyone's catered for.

So, right, come on, let's try it in Italian, here you are, go on.

Como...posso...aiutarvi?

Now let's try that with a smile.

You girls have been round the houses, right?

I mean, what is it? Five husbands between you?

Help me out here.

When me and Ray first got together, it used to be every night.

-Every night?

-Yeah.

Oh, you mean EVERY night?

Yeah, and now I'm lucky if I get it, what, three, four times a week.

-You think he's going off me?

-I think you should be grateful for what you get.

Unless, of course, there's another woman involved.

-What?

-How else do you explain the lack of interest?

Kim! Just the girl I was looking for. Have you got five minutes?

Mate, I've got four beds to make up, a couple of Polish coming at four.

Look, the Olympics are coming to town, baby.

Yeah, don't I know it.

Look, let's have a drink later, yeah?

-Yeah.

-You'll have to excuse my sister.

She's feeling a bit, you know, neglected.

Every night?

Well, once a month would suit me.

Every quarter, even.

I'm not fussy. Ooh! You know what, I meant to tell you.

I've had to rearrange the rota just a little bit,

just to cover the shifts during the Games.

Er, hello? Are you going to buy this?

-I ain't decided yet.

-I'm not being funny, darlin',

-but you've been thumbing through that for the past three days.

-All right. I'm done.

Ugh!

Eh, Zee, here you go.

Um...

I think there's been a bit of a mistake.

It says I'm working here every night till 11.

Yeah. Yeah, well, head office have had to rearrange everything

and extend the hours during the Games, so...

You expect me to serve at night in here to drunks and degenerates?

Oh, Zee, Zee. It's a few weeks. It's not the end of the world.

And what if I say no?

Well, I suppose I'll just have to find someone

who's a little bit more accommodating, won't I?

DOOR BUZZER

All right?

How is she?

Oh, she's sleeping.

Where's Michael?

Er... You know, he's probably busy somewhere, isn't he?

-You know what he's like.

-I need him here, Billy.

Scarlett needs her dad.

Maybe you should have thought of that before changing the combination on the safe.

It's my money, and I can do what I want with it.

And if he wants access,

then he's going to have to try and gain my trust again.

Maybe it's a little bit late for that now.

Why? What are you talking about?

Janine, I feel like piggy in the middle. You say one thing, he says another.

-Please. No, don't tell me you told him the new combination?

-He's your husband!

-SHE SIGHS

-There I was thinking you were fighting my corner.

-I am!

-How much did he give you, Billy? What, 500 quid?

-Or a grand...

-No, he never gave me nothing!

Look, all I want is an easy life.

You think I want to get involved in your little domestics?

The only person that's important here is this little one. Who cares how much money he's going through?

-Give me your keys.

-What? What for?

DOOR BUZZER

DOOR CLOSES

Oh no, come on, Janine.

Janine, I need this job.

Lola's due with her little one any day now.

Just answer me one thing.

Why did you even marry him?

Because I love him.

No.

No, no, this ain't love.

This is toxic, that's what it is.

DOOR BUZZER

Are you sure you wouldn't rather be at the hospital?

No, I need to be here. Those shirts are a walking billboard for us, you know?

I need to protect the brand.

I'm just saying, Jack, that people are starting to talk.

-Is that right?

-Yeah. Let him have his fun, I said.

-That's very good of you, Derek.

-Well, it happens to us all eventually, doesn't it?

-What does?

-This mid-life crisis that you're going through.

When you suddenly realise

that you're only one step away from the knacker's yard.

Right, for those of you that haven't heard,

I'm doing a charity abseil.

Starting up a trust fund for Baby George.

Just me, a bit of rope and down the side of the Vic.

So, come on, cough up.

Ooh, that's the stuff of fantasy, that is, Shirl.

I mean, you scaling the rooftops,

dressed in all that black leather gear.

-Second thoughts, I'll leave the bucket on the bar.

-THEY LAUGH

-Hey, all right, fellas?

-Alfie!

-What can I get you?

-I'll get these. Seeing as I'm stuck in here all day.

-Nothing for me, thanks.

-Good lad, fasting. Got your mind on the game. Proud of you.

-Not coming to the match, Kat?

No, sadly, Mrs Moon here is masterminding our official Olympic launch, ain't you, darling?

-Mmm. Serving pints to sweaty tourists, more like.

-Well, that IS a shame.

-Yeah.

-You know, couple of pompoms, little short skirt.

-Yeah. How else are we going to distract the other team?

That's a good idea. We could do with a stroke of luck.

-Can't you get someone else?

-No, we can't. Mrs Moon ain't coming out to party, OK?

Right, so, what are you having?

No, I'm just on my way over to the charity shop.

See how my old bits are selling.

Proper little diamond, ain't she? Mrs Trueman.

-Well, she's made a difficult week that little bit more bearable.

-Yeah.

It's funny, though. Them two being married. I mean, you'd have thought they'd be living together.

Still...

That's her son-in-law over there. Max!

What do you make of Cora getting hitched again?

Yeah, happy days, yeah.

Tell him I'll throw in a donkey and all, yeah? Anything to get her off my hands.

Are you intending to buy anything, or just mess up my display?

I'll let you know, shall I?

Cora, Cora, Cora, look. Take a look at this.

It's a bit like the one you lost the other week.

Nothing like it.

Well, the pattern seems similar.

-Take a closer look now, man.

-Don't want to.

Tell you what, why don't I buy it for you?

It's my way of saying thank you.

What for?

Company.

For making me feel young again.

Hey, you never did tell me who gave it to you.

An old friend.

Were they special?

-Oh, will you two just get a room?

-Right, that's it. Out!

Ooh...

-Lola?

-Get a chair, Patrick.

It's all right, darling. It's all right.

You're just starting contractions, that's all.

-LOLA LAUGHS

-Your face, Grandma!

Empty your pockets.

I'm sorry?

Those shelves were full this morning.

-Now they're half-empty.

-Well, I ain't taken anything.

No, that's mine!

Patrick. Call the police.

Oh, come on, you've got it back. No harm done, huh?

You don't set foot in this shop again. Do you hear me?

Do you understand?

Oh...

Oops(!)

SHE LAUGHS

Cora, are you all right?

I'm fine.

I tell you what, why don't I just tidy all this thing up.

Oh, just go!

Oh, I'm sorry.

I've got a splitting headache.

Here he is. My star player.

-Alfie, I think I'm going to have to bin it off.

-What are you talking about? You can't do that.

-I've got to be back here at eight at the latest to warm up.

-Whoa, when has Alfie Moon ever let you down?

-What about if I get injured, eh?

-Oh...

-There's a lot of people relying on these feet and this hand.

-What's the worst that could happen?

-Apparently they're nutters.

-Got kicked out of the league last year for aggravated assault.

-Oi! Keep that quiet... Billy, listen.

I'll wrap you in bubble wrap if I have to. Put the shirt on, I'm begging you. Come on!

-And the Gazette are going to be there?

-Yes!

All over it. They want to cover their Olympic hero on the pitch. Come on, Billy, I'm begging you.

-Yes, yeah...?

-Well, I can't let the team down.

-Course you can't. I could kiss you, Billy Mitchell.

-No, don't. ALFIE LAUGHS

Wa-hey!

Have you told him that the only reason he's playing is so you can drum up a bit of free publicity?

-Not in so many words, no.

-Does Ray know you subbed him for Fozzie Bear yet?

-ALFIE SIGHS

-No. That's your job.

You're the manager. You sort it out.

-I expect Janet and William are really excited.

-Yeah. Honey's dropping them off later.

Apparently they've been making banners at school and everything.

Well, I'll be on that starting line, waving my little flag.

Right, come on, fellas, if you'd like to make your way out now.

Come on, Mrs Moon will be waiting here with a tray of beverages on our return. Let's go.

-Hardly seems fair, does it?

-No.

-Us stuck here while they have all the fun.

-Mmm.

Tamwar, why haven't you opened yet?

Been open all day.

-Well, then make yourself busy, you know, do something. Do the accounts.

-I've done them already.

And?

Let's just say everything's got a big fat minus in front of it.

Oh..!

Why can't this family catch a break, huh?

You know, I used to have dreams.

Now everyone looks at me as if I'm stupid.

That's not true.

Most of them are terrified of you.

Tamwar,

I cannot let this place fail as well.

We've tried everything, OK?

We've tried all you can eat, home delivery...

-Two for one. I can't even give the food away, Mum.

-OK, fine!

Then we think of something else, don't we? You know, I've let things slide for too long.

Oh...

How about, er...

Fast boxes.

Yes. Yes, yes, yes!

We get up before sunrise, and we cook for, er...taxi drivers,

for postmen, anybody who needs to eat.

-Everyone needs to eat, Mum.

-Yes, at that time of the morning.

-Doesn't Denise need you back at the shop?

-No! Forget about the damn shop!

I need to focus my energies on this place.

You can't be serious.

There's not even enough money to pay MY wages, Mum.

We need every penny we can get right now.

ZAINAB SIGHS

You're underage. Hop it.

Er...I'm 16.

Don't give a monkey's. Sling your hook.

She's not doing any harm, is she?

How long have you got to go?

She's due Saturday.

You can't decide when she's coming. She decides for you.

I want a word with you.

Will you pipe down, Grandma?

I've got a bill here for damage to my stock.

Well, I ain't got any money.

Tell that to the magistrate.

But they'll lock me up.

You should have thought of that before you went on a rampage.

Look at this. Broken Britain.

That's rich, coming from you.

I'm sorry?

"ASBO Granny." That's what they called you, didn't they?

Acting all high and mighty.

You want to remember where you come from, darlin'.

And you want to watch that mouth of yours. It's going to get you into trouble one of these days...

Hello, Mrs Trueman.

-Oh, she's not Mrs True...

-Joy!

What a surprise.

Patrick not about?

He's visiting his friend, Jim.

He'll be so sorry to have missed you.

I shouldn't worry about it. It's you I've come to see.

Shall we go somewhere a bit quieter?

Why did you do that?

Cos you and me ain't all that different.

How come?

I used to be a mouthy little brat, and all.

You're all right, you know.

Ha! For an old bird. Yeah, I get it.

I never said that.

You don't have to.

-You don't have to look in the mirror every day.

-Well, Pops reckons you're a right laugh.

-Shame not everyone agrees with that.

-Well, I reckon you still know how to have a good time.

Yeah, so do I.

Jean, you know how to mix a drink, don't you?

Oh, I'm up to Mojito in Alfie's cocktail book.

Except I ran out of mint, so I had to use parsley instead.

Right.

That's official, then.

Consider yourself temporary landlady of the Queen Vic.

JEAN SIGHS

MOBILE BEEPS

Fellas, come on, can we switch the phones off?

I need your undivided attention here. Lads, please!

I promise I won't be any trouble. I'll just sit here and watch you work.

Don't drink that in the car, then.

MUSIC: "Breakn' A Sweat" by Skrillex

It would be churlish of me not to get into the spirit of things.

So stick me down for the graveyard shift.

But what about the drunks and degenerates?

I can handle your sister.

So how are you feeling?

-Much better.

-Were you really ill?

No, I was just hoping Dad might call to wish me a happy birthday.

Look, I tell you what.

You help me on the stall today,

and I'll treat you to the cinema tomorrow night.

But I thought we didn't have any money?

So I'll write myself an IOU.

-Hello, love!

-Hi.

Marie says you're setting up a stall outside for the torch run.

Yeah, it's a no-brainer. Why miss out on all that passing trade?

Oh!

BOBBY SCREAMS IN PAIN

-Bobby!

-I'm sorry, I slipped with the knife.

-It's just a scratch.

-Let's get you cleaned up, come here.

-No, no, it's OK. I can do that.

-Hold that on there.

Oh, this is ridiculous.

This is no place for a child.

What?

Where are you taking him?

PHONE RINGS

Hold on!

Er... Why don't you wait until the boys come back,

and then we can find out how they got on?

I'll find out later, won't I?

Well, where shall I say you've gone?

Just tell Alfie...

Do you know what, Jean? He might not even notice.

Hello, Queen Vic.

You, um...

You been working in that shop long?

Just over six months.

Nice little escape, I bet.

I expect head office sleep easy,

knowing they've left their shop in capable hands.

Little do they know that their manageress is nothing...

but a glorified grave robber.

I'm sorry?

Making out like you're married.

Parasites, the pair of you!

Oh, darling!

SHE MAKES EXAGGERATED KISSING NOISES

I don't know what you've heard, Joy, but you're mistaken.

Now, if you'll excuse us.

We have commitments elsewhere.

Did you see that? I think she's after a bit more than just his bus pass.

KAT LAUGHS

Jean, who were you gassing with?

I'm sorry. I've got to go.

Where?

Jean, what's happened?

Jean!

KAT SIGHS

Oi, shall we get some chicken?

Yeah, when I've finished here, we can.

How do you stick this all day?

It's like, erm... Solving a big puzzle.

I love it, me.

When this one's popped out, I'm going to do a hairdressing course.

And how are you going to manage that with a baby?

I'll take her with me, won't...

Right, turn the engine on for me please, Lo.

Lo?

Oh, not on the car. Not on the car, Lo!

Ah!

-Eh...

-Mmm?

You'll never guess who Patrick's copped off with.

Only Cora Cross.

What, old Scary Mary with the hair?

That basically makes me half Branning. I could live with that.

-Hello, my love! Can I have a double brandy, please?

-Yeah, sure.

Any donations?

-Yeah, two quid from Winston, and a dodgy fiver from my Nan.

-What, and that's it?

-Why don't you go behind the bar and take the money out of their change?

-I might have to at this rate.

-Don't let me stop you. There's a table out the back to be set up for outside.

-Where are you going?

-Free Woo Woos for a year. Take what you want.

-Kat!

Well, that was a show and a half, weren't it, eh?

-BILLY COUGHS

-And what happened to Andrew, eh?

-Pie problems or something.

-OK, granted, it wasn't one of our better games, all right.

One of our better games? You leaving our best striker on the bench didn't help, did it, Alf?

Made us look like a right bunch of Muppets.

-They were meatheads.

-Yeah, I nicked three of them when I was in uniform.

-There were some dirty tackles, Derek.

-Yeah(!)

-Pansies, the lot of you. No offence, Syed.

-None taken.

-Eh, did I tell you all about my route?

-Ohh!

-Three times, man.

-And the kiss? That's Olympic speak for the handover.

-Will you stop banging on about that flaming torch?

-Derek, let Billy have his moment.

-It's all right, Alfie. Just jealous, ain't he?

Be home soon enough. 57 minutes and counting.

-I'll tell you where you went wrong.

-Go on, enlighten us.

-These two clowns over here.

-Oi!

-Hiding most of the game.

Hiding at the back like a pair of girls.

No offence, Syed.

I make him right, to be fair, Jack.

Well, is it any wonder with him giving it the large from the touchline?

-Whoa, whoa, whoa!

-Lads, play nicely, OK?

If you didn't spend so much time chasing skirt

and a bit more time concentrating on the job, we wouldn't have been in that mess.

-Oi, what exactly is your problem?

-I just don't like seeing my little brother make a fool of himself.

At least I'm getting some action. Closest thing you've got to a bird lately

is rubbing up that Rose in the chippy place.

THEY ALL LAUGH

-You can shut your noise for a start. There's plenty I could say about you.

-All right, calm down.

-Told Tanya lately, have you?

-Told her what?

-Shut up, yeah?

-All right, time out, lads, OK?

-He never played football as a kid, did he?

-No, he had a club foot.

-THEY LAUGH

-No! I didn't have a club foot, I had fallen arches.

No, no, no, you had special heels in the back of your shoes.

They were corrective shoes, and I only wore 'em for six months!

THEY SHOUT AND CHEER

ALARM RINGS, BRAKES SQUEAL

What have you done?

LOLA MOANS

OK, so there is two large fries. And six chicken wings. All right?

-Don't forget my ribs.

-Don't forget the ribs.

Oi... Have you seen Derek's car?

-Can you just give me my chicken, please!

-Yeah, yeah. Yep, yep, yep, OK.

-There you go, all right?

-Where are you going?

-Pops' big day, innit? I've got to get a seat at the front.

SHE GASPS You all right?

Ohhh...

Ahhh!

It ain't supposed to happen yet!

What weren't supposed to happen yet?

I'm having a baby!

He's cutting it a bit fine, though, ain't he?

You think I should offer to step in?

Let's not write him off just yet, shall we?

-21 minutes and counting.

-Come on!

'No mate, it wasn't really a fight.'

More of a skirmish. Handbags-at-dawn-type thing.

The thing is, we're really passionate about the game.

And today was just a little bit disappointing.

-A bit of an embarrassment, more like.

-I'm sorry, boys.

-This is all my fault, isn't it?

-ALL: Yes!

-Any chance of maybe overlooking it? Could be a few pints in it for you.

-Ain't going anywhere, are we?

'The signal's now on red. I've got to wait until we're given permission to proceed.'

How long's that going to be?

'Could be five minutes. Could be three hours.'

-I don't believe this!

-Sorry, that was Billy.

-Billy Mitchell. You may have heard of him. Cos in about, um...

-20 minutes!

In about 20 minutes, see,

he's going to be running down Bridge Street waving a torch.

If he doesn't make it, might as well just cancel the Olympics.

Yeah. So why don't you stop spoiling things for everyone

and get this train moving?!

INTERCOM CLICKS

Yeah, well done, Billy(!) That's done it.

-Well done, Billy.

-Bravo.

SHE GASPS AND MOANS

-You ain't at the poxy zoo.

-What shall we do?

-Make it stop!

I don't think she's waiting for anyone.

She's waited nine months. Another half hour won't hurt her.

Just a bit of belly-ache. I'll be all right in a minute.

-I'm going phone an ambulance.

-No, you can't!

-Listen, just do it, yeah?

-You don't know what they're like, Fats.

They all stick together, don't they? Social workers. Hospital.

This is the second time I've missed curfew. They'll take her.

Just let 'em try. Don't phone an ambulance. All right?

-But we can't do it on our own.

-Who says?

-D'you know what?

It's like giblets, innit? You just grab hold and just pull.

-I'm going to go get some blankets.

-All right. What shall I do?

-Boil some water.

-Right.

-We're having ourselves a baby.

All right, all right, cool.

I think Denise might have seen our little exchange back then.

Anything to get Joy off the scent.

Why? What did you think it was?

-The same.

-Who cares what she saw? We're friends, aren't we?

Absolutely.

-That's settled then.

-Unless...

-Unless what?

-Oi!

-It's an emergency.

-I'll pay you later.

-Not on my watch you won't.

I told you it was just a bit of belly-ache.

-Just take a sip of that, all right.

-Here you are, I've got 'em.

-What do we need 'em for, anyway?

-They use em in the films, don't they?

Nicking out a charity shop! Oh, here we go. We're back to this again?

-False alarm, everybody.

-This ain't some wind-up, Cora.

-Her waters have broke and everything.

-All over Derek Branning's car, as well.

-I want to be out there watching my pops.

-How far between contractions?

-About three minutes.

-Sort those blankets out.

Please tell me what I can do to make this stop?

It don't work like that, darling.

Pops has been waiting his whole life for today!

-I'm sure Billy will understand.

-So let's get you relaxed, eh?

No, no, it's not coming out! I'll cross my legs if I have to!

-Mum's worried about you.

-Well, I've already told her.

-We're doing just fine. Aren't we, Bobby?

-Just fine.

I'm looking for an Ian Beale.

Never heard of him.

-He owns the cafe across the Square, doesn't he?

-Yeah.

Yeah, well, he comes and goes. You know how it is.

-When did you last see him?

-Couldn't tell you.

-If you happen to bump into him...

-Which I won't.

Ah. There she is.

-My sister from another mother.

-I'm sorry?

-Leave it out, Kim.

I always fancied having a sister I could swap clothes with. You know?

I'm High Street and Dee's more Bridge Street.

-What's she on about?

-You'll just have to ignore her, Tanya.

She's been on the Olympic punch since breakfast.

You just couldn't help yourself, could you?

-Are you talking to me?

-Making out you were doing it for Jane?

You know what? If Bobby gets taken away, I'm holding you responsible.

What did I do?

Oi, has anyone see Billy?

Not since he left for the match.

Finally a Mitchell to be proud of, and he goes and messes it up.

-They're screaming blue murder for him down at the starting point.

-Rox!

-Give us a hand with some stuff, will you?

-Is Alfie back yet?

If he was, I wouldn't be lugging around 30 jars of Woo Woo, would I?

-Get Mo to do it.

-Kat's asked her to keep an eye on Tommy.

Come on, I'm here to enjoy myself.

-You're supposed to be Alfie's mate.

-Yeah, I am.

-So what's the problem?

-You know what?

-I think it's got something to do with Kat.

-Why do you say that?

One minute she's doing a double shift, and the next,

her name's scribbled off the rota. With a felt-tip pen.

All right! Just get back to doing whatever it is you're doing!

Wash my face, quick splash of aftershave,

one minute. Tracksuit and trainers on...

That'll be two minutes, tops. Last check of me barnet.

-Keys, camera, ID...

-And here he comes. Ready on the outside.

And it's our little hero, Billy Mitchell.

And oh, my goodness, he's fallen at the last!

Funny(!)

Whitney's going to kill me.

-We're supposed to have shepherd's pie for dinner.

-You sap!

What? We always have Shepherd's pie on a Monday.

-Walford's answer to George Best.

-Leave the boy alone. He's gone all domesticated now.

-Warms the cockles of my heart, that does.

-Yeah, you would say that.

-Meaning what, exactly?

-Come on, Alf.

-We all know who wears the trousers in your house.

-Oh, very funny.

I love the girl, don't I? That might be an alien concept

to some of you lot, but she's the Ying to my Yang.

-All right?

-Don't tell me you've never been tempted?

All those years, all that talent behind the bar...

-Don't judge us by your own standards, Maxwell.

-Go on. You've got Kim.

-What?

-Roxy. I reckon Tracey's a bit of goer.

-I can vouch for that.

THEY ALL CHEER

Come on, Alfie. Surely one of them's caught your eye?

-I reckon it's Roxy.

-Nah, me and Roxy, we're just mates.

-I've seen the two of you together. There's chemistry.

-Yeah.

Circling round each other like a couple of randy hippos.

Could've been something there. Some married bloke messed with her head.

I was just there for her when she needed me.

I was a shoulder to cry on. That's all. It was nothing.

'Ere mate, how much longer you going to keep us waiting?

-I'm losing the will to live here.

-What about you, Billy boy?

Who keeps your bed warm at night?

-Billy's got a little thing for our Jean.

-That's nice. That's lovely, eh?

-Two gentle souls finding comfort in each other's arms.

-Oi!

-I ain't interested in Jean, all right?

-Look, look.

-Look how red you've gone!

-I used to be married to a model, don't forget!

As if I'd be interested in going with Jean!

-Oi, oi!

-THEY ALL CHEER

-Jean's your lucky charm!

-How are we doing for time?

We're going to make it!

SHE GASPS AND MOANS You're barred.

-Mate, she ain't going nowhere, all right?

-Why? What's wrong with her?

-It's your filthy chicken!

-It's the baby, ain't it, you muppet!

-Now, I'm going to have to take a look down below.

-What, down there?

She ain't coming out any other way.

I don't even know you. I can't have you rummaging round my bits.

Believe me, darling,

there's plenty of other things I'd rather be doing on a Monday.

-Gentlemen?

-Right. Sorry.

I was with Heather, you know?

Yeah, man, while she was shouting out George Michael's back catalogue,

I was helping myself to gas and air.

It makes you think - how fragile life can be.

-Jay? Come over here and hold her hand.

-Why hasn't she come out yet?

Because she wants to make you work for it.

That's it. I don't want it. Someone else can have her for me.

Just keep breathing.

You need to face up to your responsibilities, son.

No, no, no, we ain't together.

Knocked her up behind my granddaughter's back, did you?

-Listen, Cora, we ain't together.

-You think I'd be that desperate?

Jay! Don't leave me, Jay. Don't leave me.

What was all that about?

Some guy's sniffing around. Looked a bit official - like a social worker.

What, and you think I called him? Lucy, I'm on your side.

Well, Zainab reckons I can't cope. So why would you be any different?

Cos I know you're trying to do your best for Bobby.

What are you going to say to Jane?

There's no need to worry her while she's in Florida.

Look, darling, when I was ill, you know,

I shut myself off from the rest of the world.

-At first I didn't want any help...

-We don't need any help.

I just want things to go back to how they used to be.

OK. Fine.

Well, let's just find out who this man is,

shall we, and leave it at that.

No, you can't go in there!

This is the life, eh? No blokes hanging about.

-Where do you reckon they've got to?

-Who cares? Let's just enjoy it.

-Here, you got any of that Woo Woo going spare?

-Yeah.

-Come on, fill your boots.

-I love the Olympics, me.

Especially those divers in their tight trunks.

I represented the county once, in the shot putt. 16 and under.

Kim, she was as wide as she was short.

So these torchbearers, right,

they're supposed to be inspirational people from the community, yeah?

-So why did they choose Billy Mitchell?

-Admin error, I expect.

You can knock Billy all you like, but he's a good dad to them kids.

He ain't running anywhere if he doesn't get here soon.

How long's he got?

Ten minutes.

-You reckon they're in some sort of bother?

-What, with Alfie in charge?

-This was supposed to be my special day.

-I know.

Something to tell the family about

after a bit of a Sunday lunch.

"What did you do during the 2012 Olympics, Pops?"

-I spent the whole time in Pentonville Prison!

-Calm down, calm down.

Officer, just a scuffle, you know? No bones broken.

This man here, right, this man

is solely responsible for bringing the Olympic torch to Walford.

Now, are you going to deprive the great residents, our community,

the opportunity to witness a one-off event? Eh?

Can I take your name, please, sir?

Alfie, why don't you let me sort it?

I think you've done enough already, ain't you, mate?

Oi! Oi!

Go be a hero. Go. Go on.

Sorry. 'Scuse. 'Scuse.

No, no, no...

Keys, keys...

Lola! Lola, are you in there?

Open up, please! Lo!

Pick up, pick up, pick up!

-No, don't answer it.

-He should be here.

-Not until he's lit the torch.

-Can't you keep her quiet?

I swear I'm going to come over there and lamp you in a second.

Don't be put off, ladies and gents.

Barbecue bucket, only four quid for the next hour. Yeah?

I never nicked that tiger, you know?

I think we've got bigger things to worry about.

And I'm really, really sorry about the display.

Me and Bobby, we're fine. I just let things slip a little.

Yeah. Sometimes I forget you and Lauren aren't kids any more.

Just promise me, if anything else... If you need... All right, I'm going!

KNOCK AT THE DOOR

Do you want me to get that?

-What if they try and take him?

-That's not going to happen.

-Mrs Beale?

-That's right.

-I'm looking for your husband.

He's taken himself off to Cornwall for a few days. On family business.

-Sorry.

-Not so fast, Mrs Beale.

Morgan did Billy in show-and-tell.

-Yeah, been banging on about it for weeks.

-I made him this sticker.

-Did you? Lovely.

-I'd keep hold of that, if I were you.

How did you get on?

Not even a quick flash of Mount Olympus did the trick.

-So what did they say?

-Billy's got seven minutes.

What if he doesn't make it?

They got some bloke with a retriever on standby.

-Hev would have loved today.

-OK. This is a celebration, remember?

So come on. Who's up for sponsoring our Shirl for her charity abseil?

You're one brave girl, you know, Shirley. Stupid, more like.

-You said it.

-Zainab!

-What!? Last time someone was on that roof, they fell to their death.

The boys are coming!

Get the banner, get the banner! Come on, let's go, let's go, let's go.

-Outside or inside?

-Out here, yeah.

Quick, quick, quick!

That's it, that's it...

-You got it?

-Guys! Guys?

Round, round, round!

It's like the boys coming home from the battlefield, ain't it?

There he is. There's my GI.

Well?

Don't keep us all in suspense!

Where'd you two get to?

I caught this one trying to get through the emergency exit.

Think you'll find that's the opposite.

-But I stopped him and told him to buy you lot a drink.

-Oh, there he is.

-The deserter.

-Sorry, boys. Mix up with my steak and kidneys.

Girls, you ain't seen Kat anywhere, have you?

Yeah, she said she had to be somewhere. Left us holding the fort.

-Did she say where?

-No. Sorry, no-one's seen her.

Here, you checked for 666 on that kid's head?

-Three hours it's took me to get him off to sleep.

-Oh, shut up. Right.

-I'm going to make a move, I think.

-I think I'm going to go and check the gym out.

Seeing as though the kitchen's closed, I'm going to shoot off.

Derek, have a word with everyone. You can't leave Bill in his hour of need.

After that shambolic display this afternoon?

You're lucky we're not staging a coup, Alfred.

-Billy! Where the hell have you been?

-Has anyone seen Lola?

-There was trouble with Cora earlier.

-Has she been nicked again?

So let me get this straight, right? I've been sacked

and my grandaughter's been nicked. Where's Honey?

Oh, this is just perfect, innit?

I've got me two kids stuck at home watching me on the box.

I've got the Old Bill on my case and I can't even get into me poxy flat.

Is there anything else I've missed off?

Two failed marriages, for a start.

LAUGHTER

Billy, I can help you with one of those.

Cos left abandoned and unloved on the bench this evening.

-There you go, your key.

-Alfie...that ain't mine.

If it's not yours...

-who's lost a key?

-Five minutes, Bill.

OK. Here's the plan. We're going to have one more in here

and then go outside, line the streets and support Billy. All right?

Someone's not going home tonight. OK, what we having? Come on.

He's not here. So there's not much we can do about that.

If you're not prepared to pay in full, I'll have to recover goods to the same value.

-Who's he?

-He's just a friend of Dad's, that's all. Go upstairs.

How about we pay off a little bit of the debt now, eh?

How much you got, Lucy?

-Just a twenty.

-20 - there you go.

And, er...

Five. So that's 25.

Oh, come on! Better than a slap in the face, innit?

You've got 48 hours.

LOLA GROANS AND SOBS

Is it meant to hurt like that?

-This is just the start, son.

-I'm just going to step out...

-Now, fellas, I want you to take her under the arms. Hold her up.

-OK.

Over there? OK, come on.

Now, after the next contraction,

I want you to pant...

..and I don't want you to push until I tell you to. All right?

-HE PANTS LOUDLY

-I'm talking to the mother!

-I can't do it!

-Course you can.

I can't even look after myself. How am I going to look after a baby?

-Maybe she's better off with someone else.

-Now you listen to me.

Don't you ever let anyone else tell you what to do. You hear me?

You're going to love this baby

and you're going fight for her with every bone in your body.

I want my Pops!

Oh, you are having a laugh.

Nice one, Pops(!)

CHEERING

Here we go.

Come on, everybody! Get your Olympic-sized drinks,

courtesy of the Queen Victoria - official sponsors of the 2012 Games.

-Alfie...

-Don't worry!

And here to help me is my beautiful assistant, Roxanne Mitchell,

-gold medallist in the egg-and-spoon race.

-Oh, Alfie, I've missed this.

-Me too, Peroxide.

-Alfie?

-Oh, hello, darling. Roxanne was just giving us a hand, that's all.

-I can see that.

-I'll go Alfie, it's fine.

-You stay and play happy families, darling.

-I'm here for fun.

-Bill! What are you doing?

You're supposed to be on George Street.

I thought Lola would have shown her face.

How long have you been waiting to do this? Come on, get down to that starting line and do Walford proud.

Go on, Billy, go, go, go!

THEY ALL CHEER

-All right? So, where did you get off to, then?

-Just a wild-goose chase.

Nothing worth losing sleep over.

What you gawping at?

It's supposed to be a party, ain't it? Aren't you going to join me?

SHE GROANS LOUDLY

I can't do it. Not with them staring at me.

Right, everybody out, now!

-I'll go and get Billy.

-Right behind you, bruv.

No, you can't!

-Not until he's done with the torch!

-Just bring him here.

Come on, darling, breathe!

One foot in front of the other. Think you can manage that, will you?

It's only a hundred metres, Phil. How hard can it be?

This is Billy we're talking about.

Hey, Billy, I bet Janet and William are watching you on the telly.

Ain't the same, though, is it?

Billy! Billy!

Any chance of a picture with the torchbearer?

-Seeing as we're neighbours...

-Go on, Tamwar.

-I still don't understand why they chose you to represent us.

-Zainab!

Come on, look at me. Former manageress of the post office.

-Esteemed member of the community...

-Twice divorced, serial bride,

checkout girl. The list goes on!

-You all set?

-I think so.

-Vaseline?

-Check.

-Matches?

I think they take care of that one, Phil.

Billy. Billy, it's time!

CHEERING

Come on, Lola. Where are you?

You never know, Billy, she might surprise you.

Hope so.

Hey! You all right?

-Hiya.

-Hiya.

OK, guys. Just like that, please.

Hold them like that. Smile at the camera.

CHEERING

OK, Billy, if you could just hold it there for a second, please.

If you could stand to one side, please.

-Right, that's it. Are you ready, Billy?

-I'm ready.

-Let's go. Let's go.

SHOUTING AND CHEERING

-Billy! Billy!

-I'm a bit busy here, Patrick!

-It's important.

-And so is this.

Our very own Olympic god, Billy Mitchell!

Go on, Billy, one last push, Billy.

One last push. Go on.

-Billy!

-Hello, girls.

-Come on, Billy!

-Not far now, Bill.

Hiya. If you could hold this higher for me, please.

Hold them like that. Smile for the camera.

If you could hold that to the side for me, please.

Good luck, darling.

Ready? Let's do it. Enjoy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Billy Mitchell.

-39, single and open to offers.

-Billy!

-There's someone here who wants to congratulate you.

-Don't lose that!

I don't understand...

Three trains, two buses and a quick sprint down the dual carriageway!

You did all that for me?

-It's your special day, isn't it?

-Thanks, Jean.

CHEERING

-Billy! It's Lola.

-What's she done now?

-She's about to drop, bruv!

I'm 72 years old. Do I look like a security threat to you?

-I wouldn't put it past you.

-Did you see him? Did you see my Pops?

Yeah, man. He was as proud as punch.

Come on, darling, now you gotta push.

I can't do it! Not without my Pops!

You don't have to. He's right here.

All right, all right.

Not so tight, darling.

This hand's famous now, ain't it?

Come on now, honey. Push.

That's the head.

Now, listen, at the next contraction,

I want you to give me the biggest push. OK?

SHE SCREAMS

BABY CRIES

You did it! You clever girl.

You're such a clever girl for me.

I am so, so proud of you.

Where is she? Where is she?

-She's here.

-Is she all right?

See for yourself.

She's beautiful.

Well done, Lo.

We did it, Pops.

I'll have these...

..for the lady.

You don't have to do that.

After what you did yesterday? I insist.

All I did was talk her through it.

You're something, you know.

Yeah, man, I like a lady who takes control.

You're gonna have to take her. She'll be back in a minute.

No, no, I feel like a fraud. I don't even know what I'm doing.

Get her head, right. That's it.

Just keep smiling. Everything'll be fine.

I don't want some social worker sticking her nose in.

-What if she thinks I ain't doing this right?

-All she needs to see

is that we're coping, OK? Everything'll be fine.

Sorry about that. Minor emergency.

-What kind of emergency?

-Nothing you need to worry about.

-You taking someone's kid away?

-That's something we try to avoid.

Right, well, can we finish up here, then?

Lola wants to get the baby home. You know, get her settled.

-I just need to make sure you're ready.

-I am.

So you're feeling OK? Not overwhelmed?

Nah, nah, course she ain't. She's got me, ain't she?

Lola? You do seem a bit stressed.

That's because she's worried about her curfew.

You needn't worry about last night, you had a pretty good excuse.

I know, I just want to get her home now.

We'll need to keep a close eye on how you're coping.

-For the baby's sake.

-I know.

-I'll make regular visits

-and put you in touch with a post-natal support group.

-Well, whatever it takes, eh?

And as you're the primary carer, I'll need to be kept updated

on any changes in your circumstances.

What changes?

Any financial or personal stresses

that could impact on Lola and the baby.

Family issues, job loss, that kind of thing.

Right, I'll have a chat with my manager,

then let's see if the doctor's ready to discharge you.

Bobby, stay at the table.

I'm so bored.

Yeah, well, it's only a few hours, and Marie'll be here.

I want to finish my game.

You can finish it later.

-Hey.

-Haven't seen you in a while.

Been working. Late nights, you know how it is.

Avoiding your dad, you mean?

Bobby! Table. Now.

Sorry, it's just a nightmare to try and keep him occupied.

I can take him off your hands for a bit.

-Bobby, fancy a kick-about down the park?

-Yeah.

Can I?

-You sure?

-Yeah, course. No problem.

-I'll drop him back a little bit later on.

-Thanks.

You can always make it up to me.

With what?

Bacon sarnie, for starters.

Come on, big man. Let's grab a ball.

I'll be back for that sandwich.

Hey, Bobby. You all right?

-How's his finger?

-He's fine.

Right. Did you call Ian?

Yep, he's putting the money in my account.

-He got a loan off Gran.

-Great. Enough to cover the debt?

-Yeah.

-All of it?

-Mum...

It's just, I can get hold of Jane if you need me to.

No, it's sorted.

She says it's OK. Stop hassling her.

-All right, just...let me know if it doesn't turn up.

-Of course.

Or if you need help with anything else.

-Yeah, thank you. We're fine.

-OK.

We going on this shopping trip or what?

Yeah. See you later, Lucy.

Zainab. Wake up!

Stocking shelves.

Yeah. In your sleep?

I was here till 11.

Then I stayed up all night making those fast boxes.

The what?

Fast boxes. Takeaway boxes for shift workers following Ramadan.

Dee, get her some chocolate.

When I'm tired, I smash a king size and I'm sorted.

No, it's Ramadan. She can't eat till it's dark.

Well, just nip out the back and turn off the light.

We won't say anything. This mouth is a vault.

Yeah, I ain't said nothing about Cora and Patrick, have I?

What's that?

You be good for Grandma Carol, all right? Not too good, though.

What's this?

We done a drawing for Scarlett's wall.

Wow. That's...interesting.

That's us, that's Michael, and you and Scarlett.

And what's that?

That's an alien spaceship.

-Wow.

-I told him not to put that in there.

Right.

The aliens want the babies. Or they're gonna kill everybody.

Yikes. Er, well, thank you.

Right, guys, go and wait over there

and I'll take you to Carol in a bit, all right?

Bye.

All right?

How is she?

-We're just waiting for an update, the doctor's in there now, so...

-OK.

Here you go. Flowers...

Lola's doing good.

Baby's really well, and that.

Not actually allowed flowers in here. Sorry.

Thing is, Janine, um, the social worker said

if there was any change in my circumstances,

there might be a bit of a problem. Like if I was to lose my job...

Are we really having this conversation?

I need to work, Janine. I got Lola and the baby to support.

-Get out, Billy.

-Can we talk about it later?

-Just go.

-Please, Janine...

-Billy.

OK. I'm going.

-DEREK:

-Thank you.

Michael.

How's that kid of yours?

Terrible when they're little, ain't it?

They're so vulnerable.

-Here's your sandwich. On the house.

-Cheers.

Joey?

What?

I thought you might've done a runner.

Joey's been busy. Working for me.

-Got time for lunch with your old man?

-Oh, yeah, yeah.

-Bit of lunch. That'll fix everything.

-How about a drink later?

I thought you might've got the message by now, Derek. Give it up.

Come on.

Terrible when they're grown up, ain't it?

They're so mouthy.

What did he say?

Um, he said that...

that they're gonna move her to a low dependency ward tomorrow.

And that she'll be there for a week or so,

then providing everything's OK, she'll be able to come home.

That's brilliant. That's great. She's gonna be home soon.

Careful what you wish for, eh?

I mean, all I wanted was her to be well.

But if she comes home, then I'm all she's got.

There's going to be no doctors, no special equipment. Just me.

You're gonna be great.

She's absolutely helpless.

I mean, what if something happens, Whit, and I'm there on my own?

You're not gonna be on your own. You've got Michael.

Janine, don't cry. You're gonna be OK. You're gonna be fine.

-Did you know anything about that?

-No.

But good for her, it's nice that she's getting some attention.

You think she'd have mentioned it to me, I mean... Oh, look.

Oh, there they are. Hello!

No, Mum, leave 'em alone.

Oh, look. They're lovely.

-Congratulations.

-What for?

You know. Everything.

We should have you round for dinner.

-Have a catch-up.

-"Catch-up"?

Yeah, it's ages since we had a proper chat.

-Why, is something wrong?

-Oh, no, no. Nothing like that.

-You're invited too, Patrick. Obviously.

-Thank you.

Yeah... So shall we say, what, seven o'clock, ours? Yeah?

Come on.

Have we walked into the Twilight Zone?

I have scored a free dinner.

Yeah, man. It's working for me.

Oh, I'll drop these round to Billy's and I'll pick you up later.

I don't think this dinner's a good...

See you at seven! Yeah, man.

Bobby. What are you doing?

Hiding my stuff.

All right, Luce? Tell you what, he's pretty good with a football.

-Wore me right out.

-Bobby, can you stop that?

I'm hiding them from the man.

What man?

The one who just phoned.

He said if you don't pay him first thing tomorrow,

he's gonna take our stuff.

-He was just joking, Bob.

-We already sold all our DVDs.

Well, this time it's a wind-up, mate.

Honestly. People do it all the time.

Tell you what, I'll swear it to you on the secret handshake.

How about that? Hey?

Secret shake, come on.

Bobby, can you please just go upstairs?

You shouldn't lie to him. He's gonna find out sooner or later.

He's far too young to be worrying about bailiffs. You both are.

We don't have a choice.

I've scraped together all the cash I can find and it's still not enough.

Dad's dumped us right in it.

Yeah, well. Dads are overrated.

I'm never going to forgive him for this.

We'll figure something out.

You got a spare 500 quid?

No.

I might be able to get it. Leave it with me, I'll sort it.

It's not your problem. You've done enough.

I said I'll sort it. All right?

Oh, look who it is, everybody,

our very own Olympic hero, Billy Mitchell!

Look at you, you made the front of the Gazette.

And your great-grandaughter. Hello, beautiful one.

Listen, when you get a chance, pop in the Vic.

I've got a surprise for you. And we get a chance to wet the baby's head.

-I think Lola should get used to...

-No, we got plenty of time for that.

-We'll see you later.

-Lovely.

-Alf, Alf...

-drinks are on the house?

-Yeah, course they are. Catch you later.

We really should get her home, Lola.

No, I want to show her Walford first.

Hello, darling. You all right?

Yeah, I'm all right. Thanks for... you know, yesterday and that.

My eardrums still haven't recovered.

There's some flowers for you back at the flat, and this is for the bubba.

Thank you.

Sorry I doubted you.

Oh, beautiful. Beautiful.

You're gonna spoil that beautiful baby rotten, ain't you?

-Thanks a lot.

-Thank you.

EXCITED SHRIEKS

Hey. You lot are the talk of the Square.

Let's have a look. Let's have a look.

-Aw.

-Bit squashed, innit?

-Oi!

-Kim, babies are meant to look like that.

You must be so proud. Big job ahead - looking after these two.

-Hope you're ready.

-I have raised kids before.

I know, I'm sorry...

Look, I'm sorry, we're just... we're a bit tired, you know.

-Come on. Sorry.

-Well done.