Whitney is left paralysed with fear when Rob tracks her down wanting forgiveness. Fat Boy's decision to call on Ryan for help has terrible consequences for all concerned.
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Sorry, love, saving this for my friend.
MUSIC: "Hello" by Martin Solveig ft. Dragonette
Will you go away? There's no-one in.
-Go and see Lauren or something.
-Just let me in.
-Where is everyone?
-Gone to see Bianca.
-Why aren't you with them?
-Cos I'm on holiday. In Pat's house.
And whose fault's that?
Whit, come on. It's not like I sat down and planned this, is it?
-Great. But it don't change nothing does it, Ry?
-She's confused, OK?
-She needed someone. She needed help.
That's what you're calling it? "Help"?
Anyway, it's finished, OK? I finished it, it's over.
If she needed help, Ryan, why didn't she come to me?
Because it's hard.
Hard to admit when you need help.
Whit, come on.
Look, it's not like I hurt you on purpose, is it?
You can't hate me forever!
Fine. Promise me it's over, then.
And I don't hate you.
how could anyone hate this?
Right, better get back to work. Pub later?
If you're paying.
Obviously. See you later.
# Always believe in your soul
# You got the power to know
# You're indestructible... #
Oh. Sorry. I didn't know you were coming back, Mrs Branning.
I'm sure you didn't. What's all this? Are you running for Mayor?
They're just preparations.
I'm so excited, every time I think about it, I swear a bit of pee comes out.
-How did you get on?
-Well, this chief, all right,
slams her on the slab, zooms in on her, and then - boom! - that was it!
Thank you, Arthur. Heather, have you seen my hand bag?
Yeah, you left it here this morning. I put it in the office for you.
See? Told you. She'd have me drive back to the hospital for it.
Who's "she"? The cat's aunt?
What did they say?
Results out on Friday. But she's proper trippin' about it.
She's going to be all right though, yeah?
I don't know. She's an old lady.
I don't even know what a CAT scan is. I mean, does it hurt?
A CAT scan is a Computerised Axial Tomography X-ray procedure.
And, please, don't whisper on my account.
But, you know, you're going to be fine, it's just a precaution...
A mayor and now a physician, Arthur.
Heather, your talents are wasted in here.
Arthur, would you do me a favour back at the house?
And, Heather, while I am still alive, this launderette is not an hovel for bric-a-brac.
Something fell out of Mrs Branning's bag earlier on.
-What is it?
-I don't think she should be left on her own.
Got a few things to sort out. You all right?
Oh. This is cosy, innit?
-Eh? Ain't you meant to be at work?
-She wanted to talk.
-You're going nowhere with her.
-What is your problem?
-Whitney, we're allowed to talk.
Listen to me, Lauren. You're meant to be my best mate.
-You want to talk so much, you come and you talk to me.
-What's the matter with you?
-What is the matter with you?
-You! You're a liar!
-I'm not lying!
-Ryan, tell her!
-Please shut up, darling, yeah? Whitney, OK, you need to calm down.
-Stop acting like a little girl and listen.
-A little girl? If I'm a little girl,
-you know who else is, don't you, Ry?
You're pathetic. Both of you.
I don't need you anyway.
Couldn't do these for me could you? Sheets.
Teenage sheets. Probably need a hot wash.
-Course I can, Roadie.
I won't be coming on the train with you to Southend any more.
Oh, Shirl! But I need you there!
I won't be coming on the train with you to Southend any more...
because I've managed to persuade Phil to lend us the Jag.
Otherwise I was going to withdraw certain privileges.
Really? Really, really?! In the Jag?! That's amazing!
But we still got to leave here at five when I've finished
because the tickets say that the Welcome Dinner starts at six thirty and there's no late admittance.
And then the George Michael Gala is straight after that.
Let me see the tickets.
Oh, you can't. They're packed away. Anyway, I've made a mix tape.
Now we can listen to it in the car on the way down.
-That's a shame. The car's only got a CD player.
-I'll get Fat Boy to put it on a CD for me.
-No, no, no, you're all right.
I'll get Jay to do it.
Oh. Thank you. That's really kind of you.
I've got a surprise for you, too, Shirl.
Southend 2011 on the front.
And on the back, yours says Carter.
-And mine says...
The excitement's crippling me.
I'll be back for these later.
I had to see you.
You know, there's a bee's nest up there. Might have to call Mr Wasp.
What d'you want all this stuff for, Mrs B?
-He couldn't look me in the eyes, Arthur.
The man. The man who did the scan.
He couldn't look me in the eyes.
He knew I was dying.
Mrs B, that guy had a lazy eye and he was a chief.
Come on, you've got to be more positive, all right?
Smell the petals.
Heather found your list.
even if the results come in on Friday, and they're bad -
which they won't be -
but if they are, that's exactly why you should do everything on here.
You know, do everything you want to do before...
Look, why don't we start at the top?
I don't want to talk to her, never again.
Who is she?
It's all that Heather Trott's fault, jaunting off to Southend.
That's where she lives now.
Oh, I don't want to talk about it.
All right, fine. Just tell me what you're looking for.
Apart from that, I've nothing else left.
Oh, Mrs B, you've got loads. All right?
Look, you've got, you've got...Jim.
You got the church, you got mates.
You know, you should be the queen of this square!
I'm surprised your bust ain't on the bar across the road instead of old Lady Vic's!
People round here, they need you, all right? So don't go giving up now.
Keep busy living or keep busy dying, eh? Who was it said that?
-Jesus wouldn't want me to wallow in the past, would he?
I just needed to say goodbye.
That's all right, isn't it?
I'm leaving London, going back to Manchester to my mum.
That night, Whit, what happened? It's proper messed up.
Whatever happened, I don't remember, to be honest.
Too many drugs.
Way too much drink.
What we had before all that, though...
By the time I realised I'd screwed up, it was too late.
You'd already gone.
But it was good, though, weren't it?
-The good bits, they were good.
-I'm meeting someone.
My mum's got cancer, Whit...
Kind of know how you feel, though.
With your mum being inside and all that.
She ain't my mum.
I can't imagine what it'll be like when my mum's gone.
Just that word...
Sometimes...I think it's worse than the illness.
I found out just as you'd left.
D'you know how bad that was, not having anyone to talk to?
I was in with a bad crowd. Bad people.
You called me a big fat wedge.
I don't remember any of that, Whit.
I knew it then, and I know it now.
Since my mum became ill, everything's become so clear.
-What do you want, do you want sympathy?
I'm telling you because I knew you'd understand.
I get you and I know you get me. Like no-one else in the world, I know you get me.
Everyone who comes into your life, they leave you.
I didn't want to do that.
I just wanted to say goodbye.
You know I didn't mean...
I didn't mean good.
I know that.
Have you done the CD?
Er...nah, I'm sorry, the...
tape machine chewed it up.
All right, Columbo. It's no big deal. It's just a tape.
I just wanted us to have a proper holiday. To get on.
You know, like the old days. Like we used to.
Like Thelma and Louise.
D'you know how that film ends?
I just wanted you to be excited, that's all.
Right, here y'are...
That good enough for you?
I got something to tell you.
You know this convention...
It's a little bit different.
Just that there'll be loads of weird fans there.
What? Weirder than you?
-How you getting to Manchester?
-Tube from here to Euston. Then a train for Euston to Piccadilly.
Change at King's Cross.
Funny, that is.
-People in London always boast about how much they know about the tube, have you noticed?
-What's all that about?
Hammersmith and City.
You need Hammersmith and City. Not District.
Ooh, Whit! You all right?
Oh, hello, Whitney.
What a pleasant surprise. I don't suppose you planned it, Arthur?
Bring the old biddy out to commune with nature, and mix with the yoot.
What you chatting about, man? I didn't know she'd be here.
..this is umm...
This is Lee.
Lee! Yes, bruv! Finally good to meet you, man.
-You know, Whitney ain't stopped talking about you, bruv.
Well, not ain't stopped talking about you as in ain't stopped talking about,
kind of NORMALLY... Well, kind of, she talked about you normal, do you know what I mean?
I'll leave you youngsters to continue to converse in your usual incoherent fashion.
Arthur, I'll see you back at the house.
Arthur? She's blatantly been blazing it up.
Trying to pack her off to Southend, innit, with the Trotters,
trying to get a free yard - you're welcome to come and cotch if you want? You too, Lee?
Oh, no, I get it - three's a crowd, innit?
Cool, well, I'll leave you kids to it and smell yous later.
Oh, you look after her, all right?
-No, worries mate.
-Nice one, Lee. Later on.
-And thank you.
-All good, man.
Come down the station with me, if you want? Whit?
What's the matter?
You were the first person I loved, Rob.
You know, mad feelings for.
Sweating in my hands, sick in my stomach.
Then you ruined it, didn't you?
Do you think I'm pathetic?
-But you're definitely demanding.
I'll get you a drink.
So, what now then?
OLD RECORD PLAYS
Is that yours?
No, it weren't.
Whose is it?
You know when people die,
and then they come back to life? What do they call that?
Near death experience.
And their whole life flashes in front of their eyes.
Well, when I was in that machine, I had them flashes.
Only they wasn't the good bits. They were the things I hadn't done.
Nick and Dotty, Ashley and my Charlie...
I don't want to go with regrets.
Who was she?
What are you talking...?
So I've asked Mr Oppopolous if I could have a few days if he'd cover me.
This is what I'm talking about! This will be hectic.
"The past can hurt. But the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it."
You know who said that? Rafiki from The Lion King.
Now, THAT was a wise old man.
-Or wise monkey.
..will you drive me?
Yeah, but I'm not driving that car. Fats can do a lot better than that.
You just pack the bags and we'll be off, all right?
Ha-ha! Southend here we come!
MOBILE PHONE RINGS
I got to be back in a couple of days, so I can't really stay.
Enough time for you to see the tram.
Tell you what, right,
-just stay here two seconds and I'll grab some things.
-I thought you said everyone was out?
Yeah, they were.
But I think they're back now, so... Two seconds.
Come on, Lauren...
Right, it's Whitney.
Well, I can't now, can I? I'm busy now.
FRANTIC KNOCK ON DOOR
I've already spoken to Hev. She said it was all right.
I've already invited the old lady now.
You'd better uninvite her. I'm not going to stop for geriatric bog breaks.
Shirl, you do know there is a tape player in here?
You can't say no to a potentially dying old lady, can you?
Shirley, this is very Christian of you.
-Who said the community spirit were dead?
-More the merrier, Dot.
-If you want to come, you're driving.
-The jag? You serious?!
You know who it belongs to, don't ya?
Phil Mitchell and if he so much finds a gnat's fart on the paintwork...
Do you mind? My asthma.
Oh, my... Whit, are you all right? Oh, my goodness!
-Where you going?
-Can I come?
-Well, yeah, babe. Hop in, no worries.
-You're having a laugh, in't ya?
Come on Hev, this was supposed to be a trip for Thelma and Louise not the Rug Rats hit Southend.
-Right, is everyone all right?
Come on Shirl, we've only got four minutes!
I never seen her move so fast.
Arthur, will you do me a favour, will you arrange me room for me?
I've got something I have to put right.
Yeah, yeah cool. Whatever.
She'll be all right, won't she?
Mrs B? She'll be easy like Sunday morning.
You are so sweet with her, do you know that?
Yeah, whatever. So will you tell me the real reason you're here?
-What d'you mean?
-Well, you've come here, no clothes. What you going to do, borrow Shirley's?
Yeah. Listen I'm going to call Pat anyway cos she's wondering
what I'm doing, what I'm up to. So shall I meet you back there?
All right then, cool.
Yeah, hello. I don't even know whose number this is, right. Rob?
Lee? I don't even care any more.
I am warning you, stay away from me.
Just leave me alone. I never, ever want to see you again.
"Couple's Welcome Dinner?"
I know you said this was going to be different but you brought me here as your lesbian lover?
No, no it's not like that. It's just a technicality.
Consider yourself dumped!
No, Shirl! Please don't!
Sorry but this is the Couple's Welcome Dinner.
Yeah but we just had our first row.
As the terms and conditions clearly state on the reverse of the ticket.
Can you move away from the door, please?
Good news. They got rooms. They got to clean 'em.
-Going to be about an hour.
So you going to tell me why you're really here?
With no toothbrush, no clothes? Or you going to carry on treating me like a chief?
-Fats, you know that guy in the park.
Yeah. Except it weren't Lee. It was Rob.
Why didn't you tell me? I mean, are you all right?
-No, I'm fine. He just came back to see me, and now he's gone.
-Well come on. Let's call the feds.
No. What you talking about? I'm fine. Honestly, I am fine. He's moved back to Manchester.
Fats, I've done it. I've done it. I've won. He's gone.
You should have said something, Whit.
-I knew you was going a bit weird, blowing me off in the park.
-I know. I'm sorry.
-Well done, babe.
-Thank you. Oh...
-What are you like on rides?
-Me? Bigger the better, sweetheart.
-Yeah? You're it.
-What?! Come here! Oi... Whit!
Look, she's just got PMT, that's all.
She's with me. I'm with her so can we go inside?
I'm sorry but it is now 6.41. You're too late.
-As the terms and conditions clearly state...
-Do you know what?
I've come from London.
I've been looking forward to this for seven days, nine hours and approximately 37 minutes!
My friend here, Shirley Carter, she bought me these tickets.
And I lied to her, cos I wanted to be here that much.
To be here with people who love the same things that I love.
My friend hates me and I've ruined the only holiday...
-Hev, let me deal with this.
-I'm going to get the management.
I suppose I could possibly, just this once,
-turn a blind eye.
Enjoy the power do you, Jobsworth?
That's really kind of you.
I'm looking for someone.
I believe that she drinks in here occasionally.
You looking for her?
Oh, hello darling, you're shy! Don't worry, I won't bite.
Unless you want me to.
Next one to buy me a drink gets a proper dance!
And that's my sister.
WHITNEY ON VOICEMAIL: 'Yeah, hello. I don't know whose number this is.
'Rob. Lee. I don't even care any more.
'I am warning you, stay away from me. Just leave me alone.
'I never ever want to see you again.'
Hazell Dean's on this evening.
You shouldn't be doing that in here.
I don't do rules.
I'm a lesbian.
Well, it's better than top and tailing with all those Spandau Ballet lookalikes, innit.
Who's Spandau Ballet?
I don't know.
I'll have one scoop of strawberry, one scoop of vanilla.
Full English? Half English?
I've always fancied ice cream for me breakfast.
And I might as well have it now...
..while I've got have the chance.
Shirley, you said?
Yeah. She's Pepsi.
You're a right laugh, you are!
-It's Heather, actually.
-Tilly, ain't she a right laugh?
You two been on the vitamins or something?
-So, you pair married?
Been together long?
-You'd be surprised how recent.
-Yeah, but we've known each other for ages.
That were like us, weren't it, Debs?
-We knew each other going on three years.
-Then one night...
-Too many snakebites.
-Do you mind? I'm trying to eat my breakfast.
And before you know it...
-You're making my eggs curdle.
All right, Fats?
Morning, Mrs B.
You know me, Arthur, I ain't one to cast aspersions.
But you're a married man.
What are you talking about?
What, me and Whit?! Nah! Nah, nah, we're just friends.
That's what you said last time.
Now I'm not for a minute saying Whitney's a bad girl
because she ain't a bad girl,
but she's very, very fragile, and I don't want you getting hurt again.
And she don't need to be hurt.
-That's where these things usually end up.
-You'll never guess who I've just seen in the lift!
In my humble opinion it takes more than a bit of bad makeup to convince.
Mrs B! You are on fire today.
So, how did it go with baby sis last night?
-I...I didn't find her.
-You're not going to give up?
-Mrs B, you all right? I can come with you if you want.
-You're very kind, Arthur.
But there ain't no need.
You and Whitney...
Frankie says chillax. THEY LAUGH
-I think Frankie says get a bit of bacon, babe.
You all right?
Not going to let him bother me.
That's right. Right, before you get your bacon, do the bacon dance.
Bacon dance, come on!
# Come on Whitney, uh!
-# Come on Whitney! #
-I said scrambled.
-Yeah, man, that looks good, babe.
Oi! No, you don't, young lady. In here.
MUSIC: "Take On Me" by A-ha
Hazell Dean's on this evening.
I love Hazell Dean.
Do you love Hazell Dean?
Can't say I remember her.
Oh, um... She did, um...
# Searchin', looking for love
# All the time that I can... #
Boom, boom! # Searchin'
# Looking for lo-o-o-o-ove...
# I got to find me a man! #
You're not really a lesbian, are you?
Yeah. I am. I've got a badge here and everything.
Can I still come in?
I didn't think you was. Not that you can tell.
No, you can't, can you? Not nowadays.
Shirley... she's not a lesbian either.
MUSIC SWELLS: "Total Eclipse Of The Heart" by Bonnie Tyler
Like you said. You can't tell.
I was just telling...
-I was just telling Andrew who Hazell Dean is.
We're busy. Bye.
Shirl, Shirl! The stalls are this way!
I don't know your name.
Um... Heather. I'm Heather.
And you've no idea what happened?
-I told you. No.
-Were you in the club?
-Look, I just want a bath.
-Did you go somewhere after?
-I was having fun.
-Fun, she calls it!
-You should try it out sometime.
-Actually she was supposed to be at a wedding with me.
-A few mates, a few drinks.
-Kim, that don't make any sense at all, at all, at all.
-Does it really matter?
-You slept in a skip, Kim!
-I was joking.
-So what, you've been out drinking all night?
-I'm not a lush, Denise.
-No, it really looks like it(!)
-Were you there with anyone?
-Look, I don't remember.
Oh, really? Because just now, you said a few mates.
Yeah, in the club. A few mates.
But did you leave with anyone?
I can't remember!
-We've all had nights like that.
-And if that was your sister?
OK, I'll ask Dom on the door.
Look, just drop it, OK? I don't know!
Have you, um...
Has something happened?
-Did someone do this to you?
-Is that what happened?
Kim...have you been attacked?
Er, Whit? This one goes upside down!
-Yeah, I know, it'll be a laugh.
-Yeah, but the Fats ain't made to go upside down.
You'll be fine. Come on, I'll hold your hand.
I'm still spinning from yesterday, so I'm just...
You're coming with me. You'll be fine.
-Just leave it.
-I ain't scared of him, Fats.
-Just turn it off.
-I won't have him think I'm scared.
All right? I know this ain't Lee.
And I ain't got time for liars.
Just leave me alone, all right?
'I made my choice. And you're just going to have to get used to it.'
What time do you call this to be coming home, you dirty stop-out?
Suppose that's one way to remove plaque.
That was all I ever wanted once.
Now...I've had it with men.
That why you've suddenly become a lesbian?
I've had it with love, full-stop.
From now on, it's just me, you and George.
Mmm. Till he grows up and moves out.
No-one moves out any more.
And even if he does...
he'll want us to look after the grandchildren, won't he?
Patrick, any news?
Still at the hospital, and her phone is off. You?
-Dom said she left on her own, so...
-And nobody knows where she went?
The market inspector won't show me the CCTV footage, only the police.
-The police won't do anything unless Kim makes a statement.
-OK, well, we could ask round the shops.
There's more than one set of cameras on the square.
Mint chocolate chip, babe!
One mint chocolate chip, and...
-Nice day for it.
Do come and sit down, Dorothy.
You're still a dirty stop-out.
Bear with a sore head, are we?
Care for a florentine?
Over 40 years and you think you can get round me
with one of your fancy biscuits.
-Whitney, please. Don't be like that.
-Didn't you get my message?
Everybody makes mistakes.
A mistake? A mistake?! Getting away from you was not a mistake.
I made Lee up because I knew you wouldn't see me.
I wanted a chance to explain.
I thought that...
I thought that you might like to know the truth.
Mate, that is wicked! Whit, have a look...
He was in my ward. Mixed, it were.
That was nice for you.
He kept me company when you rushed off to see your precious Auntie Gwen.
She were dying! I've seen him.
-And you went and left me. All on my own.
-Poor little Rosie.
He had a carpet factory on the Wirral. He wasn't married any more.
Oh. That made a change.
He wondered if I'd come down here and retire with him.
He had grandchildren in London. And I thought...
Southend. Sounds nice.
Even as a girl, you never had no elastic in your drawers.
Beautiful house, isn't it? I've never lived anywhere like it.
And how long before you get bored with him?
Like you get bored with everyone else.
Three years ago.
-Running off down here!
-I'm not the one running.
Didn't you know that I'd follow you? You know that I'd come and find you.
Go on then. Explain. Give me the truth.
And your little boyfriend down there...
-He's not my boyfriend.
-Does he know what you did?
-I ain't done nothing!
-He'll find out.
Every man you ever date, every guy you ever see. They'll find out.
-Don't have to.
-They won't be able to think about you
-without thinking about them other guys.
-You don't scare me.
Why would I want to scare you? Your little boyfriend down there.
-He's not my boyfriend.
-He doesn't care less about you. Nobody does other than me.
Is that right? Is that right, Rob?
Is that why we're staying at the Regal?
Is that why he drove me up here in the Jag? Leather seats, everything?
-Jag... Classy, that is.
-It doesn't... I don't care!
It could've been a clapped-out Fiesta, I really don't care.
Cos he's my friend, and that is why he's here and that is why he likes me.
He doesn't love you though, does he?
Not like I do.
What you did, no-one else would've done. You did it cos you love me.
You did it because that's what people do when they're in love.
You did that out of choice, Whit.
What we had... no-one will ever understand.
No-one'll have that.
No, we didn't have anything.
Oh, right? So how come every night when you go to bed
and close them beautiful eyes... all's you think about is me?
I know that's the truth.
Cos I think about you too.
Never could stand to see me happy.
-You stole my Charlie!
-He couldn't get away fast enough.
How dare you?! Take, take, take.
-That's all you've ever done.
-He left me with nothing.
You left my Nick without a father.
-At least you got a son.
-It's your fault he turned out how he did.
It's disgraceful, taking away a little boy's father.
I pity you, Dorothy.
Well, you can save your pity.
Think you can impress me with your fancy house and fancy biscuits?
You've always been jealous.
I've got a fancy house.
And I've got friends.
And I've got an husband.
Jim and me, we have a good life. We have a wonderful life.
-I've got friends too.
That drunken bunch I saw you with?
-A best friend, actually. Just like you and Pauline.
-Pauline is more than a best friend.
Pauline is more like a sister.
She's coming round soon, my friend, for lunch. If you'd like to stay.
I expect Jim'll be whisking me away somewhere,
-I shouldn't wonder.
-Why did you come, Dorothy?
I felt sorry for you, didn't I?
Are you all right?
Well, of course I'm all right.
Why shouldn't I be?
Never been better.
Enjoy your lunch.
I shouldn't have taken you to that party.
I was off my nut, I didn't know what I was thinking.
You didn't have to run away like that.
You should've just said the word.
-I would've taken you home.
-I told you. You know I did.
I didn't know you were serious though, did I?
I'm sorry. For the things I did, all right.
But I can't turn back time now, can I?
-That guy thinks nothing about you!
-He's my friend, all right?
-Come on, Whit. Don't be stupid.
-No-one's bothered. A couple having an argument.
-You don't listen, do you?!
-Excuse me, please.
They're at the seaside.
Boyfriends and girlfriends. Walking on the beach.
Kissing. Having fun. That's what we should be doing.
Having fun of our own.
I knew you'd see sense.
I knew you'd come home.
SHE WHISPERS TO HERSELF
You hiding from me? ..What's wrong, what's wrong, what's wrong?
-We need to go.
Finished for the day? What a shame.
-Half day today.
-I like half days. That's like working a full day.
-But you only do half of it.
-Come on, Rambo's busy.
If you wanted, we could go to the fairground?
We've got memorabilia to look at.
-We can come back later.
-If you've made other plans I suppose...
No, no. I like fairgrounds.
We could win a cuddly toy for my little boy.
Don't let us keep you from your memorabilia.
You'll never guess what we've just bought!
-A Haircut 100 cassette album!
-Signed by Haircut 100!
Fairground. Sounds great.
-I can take you back to Walford if you want, babe.
If he turns up again, we'll just call the police.
Fats, you don't understand. He's going to be so angry right now.
He's not going to do nothing here with all these people around.
He'll have got the message. You'll never hear from him again. Trust me.
Don't answer it.
Yeah, who is this?
Yeah, that's me.
Rewind, bruv. What did you say about the jag?!
Your room key, madam?
Oh! I thought I'd lost it.
-Sometimes in life you've just got to try things.
-Actually, Shirl's right.
-Yeah, Shirl's always right.
-I've got a bit of a delicate stomach.
My mum's a bit like that.
Bet you live with your mother, don't you?
I've got my own place, actually.
Sea view. Palm trees in the garden and everything.
We could go on the Dodgems, if you like.
If you want Dodgems, we'll do Dodgems.
Oh! I love Dodgems.
Actually, Dodgems make me feel a bit sick, too.
Then we'll do something else.
No, no, it's fine. You two go on the Dodgems.
-I don't want to spoil your fun.
-You sure you'll be all right?
-I just need a bath.
-Three hours, for that?
-I told you it was nothing serious.
-Getting attacked and blacking out?
-I just want to put the whole thing behind me.
-We should still call the police.
-I said no police!
-Someone must have seen something.
-Look, a nice long soak and a good night's sleep.
We could even watch a film, if you like?
She's got no broken bones.
-Just you and me.
-Bit of popcorn.
Patrick's found out what happened to you.
It's going to be about half-hour to an hour, babe.
They can fix it though, can't they?
Yeah. It has to spend a night in the car hospital, though.
-Shirley's going to kill me.
-Why? It's only a broken window.
-It's Phil's ride.
-She probably won't even know.
She'll pick me up with her big dinosaur pincers and break my legs.
Then I'll get back and Phil will break 'em again.
Not being funny, Fats, it's not your fault, is it?
I bet you can't wait to go away with me again, eh, babe?
Nah, you're a nice bloke.
Nice bloke with four broken legs.
Um...why don't you go up, eh? Frankie says chillax, remember.
No. I'll wait here with you.
No, no, after what you been through?
You deserve to go upstairs, kick off your shoes and relax your feet.
You can't make her into a lesbian because you want her to be one.
I don't. It was her idea to come here.
-Then why are you being so protective?
-Because she's a mate.
-Ten minutes, that's all I'm asking. If she ain't interested...
Then she ain't interested. But it'll take a lot more than you
to stop me trying, I tell you.
I cleaned it up though.
In the next part, after the ad break.
Kim, I thought you'd been attacked.
Come on, Pops.
I tell you, you have one twisted sense of humour.
-Don't you "Dee" me.
I give you tea and sympathy.
-I took you into casualty!
Look, just shut up about it, yeah?
-Just shut up.
-How dare you?!
-You know what, it ain't to do with you.
Oh? It was to do with me this morning when you wanted it to be.
It weren't to do with you last night and it ain't to do with you now.
So who is it to do with then?
-Cos if somebody don't tell me soon...
-Oh, look, it's just some guy!
He came to see me yesterday.
And what's that got to do with the price of fish?
He was an ex, yeah?
Last year. Nothing serious.
He's got HIV.
I just met your dead husband.
TV PLAYS "IN THE NIGHT GARDEN"
-Forget your key...
I saw little Tiff yesterday.
She's a pretty girl, isn't she?
This is nice.
You do anything to Tiff...
I was just saying that I'd seen her, all right?
-I mean it, lay one finger on her...
-Like I'll hurt your little sister?
After everything you did for me? You saved me.
All our lives, people have pushed us out.
Kicked us and put us down.
You felt it too.
Since meeting me, you realised I was the first person who got you. Who understood you.
What we had, Whit, it was love.
We can have that again.
All of that and more.
All we've got to do is get in the car and go.
What about your mum?
She never had cancer, Whit.
I've not seen her for years.
Do you know why?
Because she dumped me when I was a little kid, and never bothered getting in touch since.
-Why did you tell me that?
-Because I needed an excuse.
I needed to see you, to speak to you.
That was you, wasn't it? That car window. Downstairs.
Nice boys who are barely shaving?
You're 18 years old now.
Is that what you want out of life?
You and me, we got the world at our feet.
Open road. Just get the motor and go.
What do you say?
I don't know.
Look at those big, beautiful eyes.
That was the first thing I noticed.
That's when I knew you'd be mine.
So the car's at the hospital and the window should be done by the time...
-I'm calling the police.
-I'm all right, Fats.
-No, you're not.
-You heard her.
-Have you forgot what he done to you?
-Looks like someone's got himself a little crush.
I ain't scared of you, all right.
She's way out of your league, pal.
-You think you're all that, innit? I wouldn't scrape you off my shoe, bruv.
-Is that right?
Yeah, she's worth ten of you, man. 100 even.
Why don't you do yourself a favour and shut it?
You're nothing. You're nothing but a cheap little pimp, man.
-I said shut it!
-What are you doing?! Get off him! Get off!
I'm sorry. He wound me up, babe.
-Now you can go.
-Don't be like that, please, Whit.
-You can go now.
I'll be at the Ocean View.
Call me, please.
It's all right. It's all right...
Are you OK? All right, he's gone.
Why did you pretend you was living there when you was only the hired help?
I wanted you to think I'd made something of myself.
You told me a pack of lies, like you've always told me a pack of lies.
The way that you looked at me earlier...
-wanting what I had.
-Except you didn't have it.
You've always looked down on me. That's what you've always done.
-Well, don't lie in the gutter.
-If you've come here to gloat...
No, I've come because you're my half sister.
I've come here because I may not have long to live and I might never see you again.
What have you got?
Don't ask. What haven't I got is more the question.
Neither of us are getting any younger, Rose. Not even you in your pretend swanky house.
I was ashamed, living here. Look at it!
Well, you should show it a duster. Wash your nets.
My pension's gone before I get it.
Didn't stop you buying yourself a drink last night.
I've not bought myself a drink since 1974.
Flash a bit of leg, open a button.
Time for my next job.
The man who owned the carpet factory, was he a lie too?
He worked on the floor, sweeping up the cuttings.
Came here to be near his grandchildren.
Choked to death on a peanut.
You know what? After Lucas,
after I found out about all them prostitutes and everything, I got myself checked out.
Screened for everything.
Kim, it's no big deal.
Right clinic, it just takes a few minutes.
I ain't taking no test.
Babe, I know you're scared.
I was scared. Bricking it.
But it's better to know than not to know. Plus, they've got drugs and everything now.
And the sooner they know, the sooner they can treat...
..and the better chance that you'll survive.
We just had some winkles.
I don't think they've agreed with her.
Thought I'd sneak in with you. See what all the fuss was about.
MUSIC: "Always On My Mind" by Pet Shop Boys
Shirley'll be out in a minute.
She's, um, she's got a boyfriend, you know?
He's very scary.
I'm not interested in Shirley.
-It's just you looked...
-I'm interested in you.
This ain't a job, this is gambling!
Not if you stack your chances.
Watch who's losing, right.
See which machines haven't paid out. And when they move on, you move in.
So, it's illegal gambling!
I mean, we'll all be in the cells.
What did I ever do when we were children? To you?
When I come back to London after the war, from my Auntie Gwen's,
I found a little baby, a little brother and that nasty man
all living with my mother. And all I wanted was a little bit of attention.
But it was as if I was just some girl put there to help her bring you two up.
And later, when I met Charlie,
you couldn't stand it, you was jealous. And you had to have him, too.
Oh, it wasn't like that!
Fluttering your eyelashes, thrusting out your bosoms, setting out your stall - you ruined my life.
And he ruined mine. Every two years, moving on.
Never stopping anywhere long enough to put down a carpet.
-Never belonging, never really making friends.
-You said you'd got friends.
Yeah, well, I lied.
Because you've got all that, haven't you? Nice little community.
Friends to talk to. What have I got?
Nudge a line of cherries, sit at home on my tod.
My feet in a plastic washing-up bowl.
Karaoke on a Friday night, bunk up with someone from the lunch club if I'm lucky.
And just this morning, for an hour,
I was married to a man who owned a factory and lived in a palace.
And ate Florentines every morning off a china plate.
But even if all that was real and true, I'd change it all,
just to have people who said, "How are you?" and mean it.
And neighbours who said, "Good morning, Rose."
I told you I don't do winkles.
Shirley! He really likes me!
-You're quick, ain't you?
-So why didn't you tell me?
Because we came here together.
Hang on, you fancy him, don't you?
Oh, do me a favour, I've heaved enough for one day.
So why didn't you tell me?
-Cos it might have been a bet.
You remember Brighton?
"I pulled a pig"?
-You ready to go in?
-No, I need to go and lay down.
-How about a meal later?
Sorry, Andrew. Bet's off.
I'm so sorry.
Just one phone call, Whit.
I don't want the police.
I want Ryan.
Just looking out for me, I really appreciate it.
It ain't a joke, you know, Kim. There are guys out there, seriously.
I know. Look, what about if I buy you a drink? You know, no hard feelings?
-Hello, who's this?
-A girl needs a friend like you.
Whoa, Fatboy. From the top. One word at a time.
What shall I do, collect?!
-Oh, I'll gamble.
Ooh, look at that, look at that!
Lovely. How much we got?
It ain't just you, you know?
you ain't exactly choosy who you give it out to.
Five guys, Denise.
Well, since that bloke that come to see you, that's five guys at risk.
Five guys - my whole life.
Christopher Stirk at school. Dexter.
Costas in Magaluf. Costas's brother.
Dexter again, so that don't count. And Lewis who came round. Yeah?
Five. So don't give me all of that "you ain't exactly choosy".
All right, so that girl that gives it all the talk, then?
It was a front.
Fake - just like these.
All that effort
and still nobody wants me.
Maybe you shouldn't try so hard.
It's what I know, innit?
-It's who I am.
-Yeah, well, I haven't always been careful.
Listen, Kimmy ain't judging you, you know.
It's not my style.
So, since that Lewis?
Not a sniff.
Oh, and before you ask, I always make them put a hat on it.
I'm proud of you.
Except that one night with Lewis.
Admit it, we had fun.
I'd almost forgotten what fun is.
Oh, come on, you and all your friends.
They've all gone.
Lou and Ethel.
Pauline? But you said...
And then Jim, he's had a stroke and I've had to put him in a nursing home
because he got worse and I couldn't cope.
I'm sorry. I didn't know.
Why should you, Rose?
I know you're probably busy, but would you like to come and have a spot of dinner with me at the hotel?
-You don't need a creep like him.
-It wasn't a bet after all, was it?
Anyway, I thought you said you'd finished with men.
-That's before I met Andrew.
-Oh, Hev, look what happened last time.
-Yeah, but that was different.
-Yeah, it was different - he didn't even exist!
Shirl, you're supposed to be my mate.
And I don't want to see you get hurt again.
So you've got Phil, so why shouldn't I have a boyfriend, eh?
Come on, Hev, don't leave like this.
I get it.
You think that Phil's going to run off with someone else again.
-No, I don't.
-Yeah, and if I've got someone, you'll be on your own.
You know what, I'm not being your Plan B.
I'm worth more than that.
Hey, come on, it's OK.
I'm here now, yeah? It'll be fine.
Shirl, I don't want a drink.
Oh, come on, Hev. Just the one.
I want pizza and I want Hazell Dean.
-We ain't seen anything of this convention.
You hurt her and I'll break your legs.
You look lovely.
I've ordered the table for seven o'clock, so I thought we'd got time
for a little sweet sherry beforehand. You know, a celebration.
Perhaps we should go somewhere else.
No, no, I told you, it's my treat.
But I'm feeling a little bit...
-Oh, hello, Heather.
-You found yourself a nice young man?
-This is Andrew.
-Oh, what gallantry.
And I'm having a Wu Wu.
Oh, how lovely. I'm having dinner with my sister.
Oh, you worked things out?
Rose, come over.
Me and Mrs Branning, we work in the launderette. Doing laundry.
Heather, this is my sister Rose.
-Rose, this is my friend Heather and her new friend Anthony.
-Oh, Andrew, sorry.
Listen, maybe later, I was thinking that...
Has he gone after him?
-He's your brother. He wants to look out for you.
-Where's my phone?
-He just wants to have a chat.
-Where is my phone? I need to call him.
-He was having a talk with him.
-You don't know what he's like.
-He will kill him!
-Well, you know what? The guy probably deserves it.
Not Rob, you idiot. Ryan. He will kill Ryan.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS
No more lies, you said.
I didn't think you'd want to meet him.
He's my Charlie's, ain't he?
-Rose Elizabeth, look me in the eyes
and tell me that he is not my deceased husband's child.
No, he is not.
Then why the big mystery?
-Why didn't you say nothing?
-Well, we weren't talking, were we?
Of course we was, when I come up to Liverpool, when you was in the hospital.
Me and his dad, we weren't married.
Well, that don't come as no surprise.
Andy was away. It had been a secret for such a long time.
I wanted to tell you but I just didn't know how.
-Table for two?
-Table for four.
-I don't think that's...
-No, me and Heather were going to...
-Nonsense. It's not every day I become an auntie.
Just five minutes with the doctor, the counsellor said.
Then you'll know.
-You won't like the smoked haddock. It's going to repeat on you.
-He'll have the soup followed by the steak.
-I don't want the steak.
-And make it well done, because he doesn't like the red bits.
-Fancy you being my nephew.
He'll get his Christmas list out next!
-Tell me about your father.
-Didn't really see him much, but he...
And what are you doing here with these "lesbian sexuals"? Like a change, do you?
-No, me and Shirley...
-I often wonder about my Andrew.
-He hasn't had a girlfriend for years.
-Ma, leave it.
Not that you'd care to remember.
His last girlfriend were ever so sweet.
But touched a bit by the ugly stick, poor thing.
-Can you say "ugly" nowadays?
-I wouldn't put nothing past you.
I always say to him if he could just shift that puppy fat, but it's not easy, is it?
Some people just can't, can they?
And some people can't keep their ugly mouths shut!
Just because some of us don't jump in bed with everything that smiles at us.
-Come on, Heather, we're going.
-After everything I've done.
And what's that? This everything, eh?
Stealing my dinner money?
Poking your bony old beak into everything?
I should've put you in a home years ago.
If I could've found one that'd have you.
Let's get out of here. You make me sick.
I keep hoping you've changed. And you keep proving me wrong.
-We'll eat somewhere else.
-Actually, I'm not hungry.
-Don't let her spoil our evening.
She's not the one who spoilt it, is she?
Look, do you know what? You shouldn't speak to your mum like that.
I'm sorry, but it's just wrong.
Got a spare fag?
Don't say anything.
I met him.
I went out with him.
Met his mum.
I finished with him.
Well, that's not bad for one day.
Do you fancy a date with Hazell Dean?
So, you from round here?
-Why do you ask?
What's the accent? Manc?
Long way to come, innit?
-So, what do you do?
Oh, right. Bad boy, is it?
Listen mate, if you're after a bit of gear, you're barking up
-the wrong tree, not my thing.
Just asking a question, ain't I?
Go, go, go, go.
That your thing, is it?
What's it got to do with you, mate?
Bit young, ain't they?
Old enough to know.
Bet you would, though.
-No, I got a girl.
Is that what you're into?
If it is, I could make you a few introductions.
Get you anything you want for the right price, pal.
Get you that blonde one right there for a few quid.
Wind your neck in, mate.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS
Didn't know she had a big brother, did you?
Why would that bother me?
She's good, your sister. One of the best.
You took my sister and got her drunk.
Drunk, sober. Made no difference.
You wore her down. Messed with her head.
-You never bought your bird a gift?
-What sort of sick freak sells young girls?
-Get her to do the things that you wanted to do?
-It ain't the same.
No? So why's your heart pounding?
-I hope you can swim.
Nobody...messes with me!
-Leave him! You leave him!
-You know why I came back?
Because I knew she'd be easy.
-We saved you a seat at breakfast.
-I decided to take a last walk along the promenade.
Are you sure you wouldn't like something to eat.
Hev told me to stuff a load of croissants in her Kim Wilde satchel.
Thank you. I wonder if you would bring the car round,
you know, at your earliest convenience?
-I'd like to get back to Walford.
-Yeah, but we've got a full day's activities ahead of us.
Hev, if Dot wants to go home...
Just a few more hours, Mrs Branning. That's all. Steadman and Lorraine are coming.
I've been waiting 26 years to get my System Addict signed.
Well, there was a rather nice wool shop I noticed on my walk...
Heather, have you seen Andrew?
I saw enough of him last night.
I'm sure he's a very good boy. Deep down.
I'm sorry things didn't work out with your sister.
You sentimental old fool, Dot.
POLICE RADIO IN BACKGROUND
Where is he, Fats?
You know what...
He's most probably drying off in some caff somewhere, you know...
wondering what all the fuss was about.
I'm DC Blake.
Have you found him?
I wonder if there's somewhere we can talk?
ON RADIO IN BACKGROUND: "Sex Bomb" by Tom Jones
You still sulking?
Showing me up in front of my sister like that.
God only knows what she must've thought.
-Still. We're friends again now, aren't we?
-I'll be in the khazi if anyone calls.
How about you and me head down the social tonight? It's chicken in a basket.
I hate it when we fight.
We better get there early. They ran out of chicken last time.
How do you fancy a nice egg buttie?
Red or brown?
So you're saying it was an unprovoked attack?
That... Mr Grayson followed your brother to the end of the pier.
Yeah, that's right.
That's a long way to walk, don't you think? For someone you hardly know.
Why are you asking me all these questions?
Why aren't you out there trying to find him?
Don't worry. We have officers covering every inch of the coastline.
What was your relationship to Mr Grayson? Rob.
Was he a friend? A boyfriend, perhaps.
Erm...we used to go out.
Was he hoping for a reconciliation?
It's just that he came all this way to see you.
It's rather romantic, don't you think?
I expect your brother was a bit over protective.
I know mine is.
No, he's not like that.
Leading his little sister astray. It's no wonder it led to a scuffle.
It's not his fault, is it?
It seems your brother is already known to my colleagues.
-He hasn't done anything wrong.
Whereas Mr Grayson has a clear record...
Why don't you just tell her, eh?
Tell her what he done to you.
All right? Just tell her!
I was going to ask Arthur to take me straight back to Walford.
But I knew I'd never forgive myself if I left without saying nothing.
Do you want some of this? Cos if you do, I'll have to defrost more bread.
The way you goaded that boy last night. It was unforgivable.
I was only having a laugh. He's used to it. We're always like that.
Well, it's not right. And a boy of that age still living with his mother.
-Where else would he go?
-Well, he'd have a flatshare, or a friend.
Or even a girlfriend, as they do nowadays.
I mean, Heather Trott... she may not be Grace Kelly
but she has got the biggest heart of anyone I've ever known.
-She's not right for him.
-Well, nobody'd be right for him according to you, would they?
Because you're scared... You're scared of growing old and being on your own.
Give Andrew a shout and tell him his eggs are ready.
I don't know why I ever come here.
What's all the shouting about?
You are still the same spoilt, selfish little brat you always was.
What did he ask you to do, Whitney?
Sleep with his mates.
And how many times did he ask you to help him out?
Three, four times.
It doesn't mean anything though, does it?
You can have a drink.
You can block everything out, can't you?
'Cept you can't block everything out.
Because... they're grabbing you, and they hold you down...
And where was Rob when all this was happening?
Outside the door.
Making sure I didn't run off.
When I met him he was so nice to me.
Said I was beautiful.
And that we would open a bar up in Ayia Napa.
Then he took me to this party.
And that's when I realised...
It weren't just his mates.
He'd've put me with anyone.
And I didn't want to be like one of them girls, you know.
I couldn't help it.
He got in here.
He got in here, didn't he?
Like Tony got in here.
I just want to see my brother.
POLICE RADIO IN BACKGROUND
Here, Hev, there's Old Bill everywhere.
Yeah, well, two blokes fell off the pier, apparently.
-Well, three more hours in this dump and I might go and join 'em.
-Shirl, come on, it's not that bad.
What? No, no, no, no.
I've been waiting 26 years for this.
I'm really sorry.
Cheer up, Hev. Sinitta'll be here at three o'clock.
Shirl, I should never have come here.
I mean, all of this. Look, it's all pretend, innit?
I mean, none of it is real.
Is this all about that pudding?
Come on, Hev, I've seen blokes like that before.
All soft and cuddly on the outside, then knock six bells out of you when they've had a drink.
D'you know what, Shirl? I remember when I first stuck this on my record player.
You know, the world was so magical, Shirl.
Full of possibilities, yeah.
I was going to make something of my myself.
And where did I end up?
Playing SNAP with Mrs Branning!
Come on, Hev. Life ain't that bad.
Yeah, it's all right for you, innit? You've got someone to share it with.
Well, your Prince Charming will come along one day.
How do I know he's not another Minty, eh?
Because you'll feel it.
In the pit of your tummy.
Come on, you sort the bill out and I'll sort out the cases.
No, Shirl, Shirl, I can't...
-I, um, I spent all the money I had on...
this T'Pau picture disc.
It's Bridge of Spies.
You drag me all the way down here to this... freak show.
and you ain't even got enough money to cover the bill?!
I'm sorry, Shirl.
What'll we do, eh?
That's so funny.
You don't know how many times I want to pick up the phone to you.
You know, silly little things and no-one to tell.
You know, like Mum's bread and butter pudding, and how we loved it...
I've made mistakes. Plenty of 'em. Who hasn't?
All I'm asking for is a chance to start again.
Wipe the slate clean.
I've got to get back. I can't keep Heather waiting.
That's all I want from you.
Still no news I'm afraid.
Look, Whit, why don't you catch a couple of z's, yeah?
It's been a long night.
I'm... I'll get some fresh air...
FUNFAIR MUSIC: "I Do Like To Be Beside The Seaside"
-Oh, I say. Why've you brought me here?
-Remember that time in '48 when Mum took us to the funfair?
Yes, she bought you a new hair ribbon.
Yeah, and I was on at her all day to take me on the Big Wheel.
She gave in to you, as usual.
Yeah, after we got her out the pub and away from them sailors.
Oh, I can barely remember.
Yeah, when we got there, she said you was too old for the funfair.
And you had to stand there holding my coat while I was going round and round and round...
-laughing my head off.
-I got to get back to the hotel.
I never really thought how you felt. I'd like to make it up to you, if you'll let me.
What, up there?
That'll bring on one of my dizzy spells.
Oh, come on, Dotty, it's your turn.
Better late than never, eh?
-Well, maybe one little spin wouldn't hurt me.
Excuse me, ta. Thank you.
You know, my Jim proposed to me on a big wheel.
Well, it was the London Eye.
It was quite unexpected.
I'd like to have met him.
Well, maybe you still could.
-Oh, my gawd!
-Come home with me.
-I said, "Come home with me."
-Did I hear right?
You see Rose, I don't think I've got very long left.
And I mean, Heather and Arthur, they're all well and good but I mean, they ain't family, are they?
They ain't part of me. And you know, there's nothing to be ashamed of in admitting to it.
But you're lonely and I'm lonely.
Sometimes I go into that house and there's no-one there,
and the silence, it's deafening.
-I like kippers.
-I'm partial to a kipper.
-Every Sunday morning.
-Does that mean you'll come?
Just let me say my goodbyes.
Well, just for a while, eh?
See how we get on.
Nice up here, ain't it?
Oh, I love it. I love it.
Right, that is my brother!
Oh, I've asked your mother to stay with me in Walford.
I'll just give you a minute, shall I?
Excuse me. Ta.
It's about time I got out from under your feet.
A great big strapping lad like you...
You don't need your mum no more.
The rent book's here, all right?
This is where it goes, on the bureau.
Shall I get us a taxi, Rose?
There's no need.
-I'll take you in my van.
-Oh, thank you.
Whit, where've you been, sweetheart?
I told you. I went out for fresh air.
That'll be about Rob.
Twelve hours, he's been out there.
Ryan ain't coming back, is he?
-I wouldn't like to speculate.
This is all your fault.
-Yeah, why did you call him, eh? Why did you have to call him?
Why did you have to call him? He's gone, Fats. He's gone.
Admit it, Shirl. You had fun.
Oh, yeah. What, in a room full of lesbians and Rick Astley look-a-likes?
Do you want a WuWu?
There's another convention next year. Just outside Benidorm.
-Forget about it.
Hev, get that for us, will ya?
You know, it's typical, ain't it?
I go looking for George...
and I end up with...
-Course it's only a council house but I've put my personal touch on it.
-Just you and Arthur living here?
Yes, since I had to put Jim in the nursing home.
-That must have been hard.
-Would you like a cup of tea and a slice of Battenburg?
-Haven't you got anything stronger?
-Oh, no, I never touch alcohol.
Only for medicinal reasons, or on a special occasion.
That old pub over the road. It's the Queen Vic, innit?
I know the landlord very well.
What do you think about having a nice non-alcoholic bevvie
and toasting the new arrival.
What do you think you are, newborn baby? Anyway, you ain't finished unpacking yet.
You'll find that there's a place for everything
and everything in its place in number 25.
Oh, I say.
That's kept me warm on many a cold night.
I've got bedjackets longer than that.
Oh, come on, Dot. I've got a mouth as dry as a dusty flip-flop.
Oh, nasty. All right, I suppose one won't hurt.
-Do you ever think about her?
She had no right to call herself that.
The only mother I had was my Auntie Gwen.
She did love you, you know. In her little way.
Love is not having favourites.
Love is sharing it all out equally.
Yeah, well all that matters now is that we're here.
Watch out Walford! The Colwell Girls are back in town.
My Mum gave this to me when I was little.
She said it would bring me good luck.
Do you think it could help Ryan?
It's worth a try, babe.
Listen, I think you need a bit of time.
So, what I'll do is I'll meet you back at the hotel, all right?
You know I never meant what I said, right?
Didn't think you'd get rid of me that easily, did ya?
I'd introduce you to George but, you know,
he's out with his dad for the day.
Did you two go out for long?
Like ships in the night.
I could make you something to eat before you go?
I'm not sure what's in, but I could, you know, fix you up a sandwich or something...
are you all right?
You know, I've had a really, really nice couple of days.
Can I see you again though?
You know, what with working in the caff and in the launderette
and, you know, looking after George, it's...
Did I do something wrong?
You know, my mummy, she moved away last year.
And she didn't even tell me.
I'd give anything to sit down just one more time and talk to her.
I'm never usually like that.
You've got to believe me. I'm not like that.
I'll phone you, yeah? Next time...
Next time I'm in Southend, yeah?
To new beginnings.
I'll get another round in.
Haven't you had enough?
I'm only just started.
Oh, hello, Andrew.
How are you getting on with Heather?
Will you have a word with her, Auntie Dot? Tell her I'm a nice fella.
Well, if you think it'll help.
It's just that I've never met anyone like her before.
Well, Heather is certainly a one-off.
-She said she would look me up but she ain't even got my address.
-Well, suppose I pass it on for you?
Cheers. It's Andrew...
I think she'll gather that.
-Oh, you'll never guess.
I've only left my purse back at the house, haven't I?
Andrew Cotton. 74C Whitmore Street.
Why do you call yourself Cotton?
Cos it's my name.
I think you'd better explain to him that he's mistaken.
What's she getting so confused about? Charlie - my old man and her husband.
It's not rocket science, is it, Auntie Dot?
Please. Let me explain.
You and your flamin' big mouth.
-Are you all right?
-Yeah. Just cuts and bruises.
Don't you ever do that to me again.
Funnily enough, flying off the edge of the pier wasn't part of the original plan, Whit.
Any news on the freak?
He's dead. He's dead.
Well, what about the police?
They know everything.
-What, you told them what he did to you?
-And what did they say?
-They want me to make a statement. Maybe see some counsellor.
-And I told 'em about the fight.
I've messed up, ain't I?
Hey, course not.
You swore to me that he wasn't Charlie's son.
Did he know?
-Course he did.
-That was twice he was a bigamist!
You want to be careful the police don't come knocking at your door,
because bigamy is a serious crime.
He told me you'd divorced him.
I never divorced him. I was married to him till the day he died.
For better or for worse... that was the pledge I made.
And I vowed to obey him...
And for what? To find out he'd got another little family up in Liverpool.
-I wanted to tell you.
-Why didn't you?
Why didn't you when I come rushing up to your hospital bed.
When I brought you clean clothes and meals.
Not only did you hide from me that you'd got a son.
But now it turns out we married the same man!
I would be much obliged if you would take your case and leave my house.
Is everything all right?
Dot, can't we please be sisters again?
You are no sister of mine.
-# Hold me in your arms... #
-I thought you were over the eighties?
Got nothing else in my life, have I?
-Well, what happened to Humpty Rambo Dumpty?
I sent him packing.
So why the long face?
Because he really liked me, Shirl.
When have you ever heard a bloke say that about me, eh?
Come on, come here.
Look in that mirror.
-No, I'd rather not.
-Look in the mirror!
She's kind and she bawls her eyes out whenever she watches Love Story.
"Love is never having to say you're sorry."
And one day there'll be some bloke who'll look into those beautiful blue eyes and fall head over heels.
Do you really think so, Shirl?
Never settle for second best.
George Clooney... he's still single, ain't he?
Don't get carried away, Hev.
ANSWERPHONE: 'Leave a whotsitsname after the thingy and we'll get back to you. Tara.'
'Mrs Branning. It's Doctor Khan. I shouldn't really be doing this... but it's good news.
'Why don't you call in at the surgery on Monday?'
KNOCKING AT DOOR
Dot, it's me. Open up.
Please. Go away.
I'll stay here all night if I have to.
I've got nothing more to say to you.
Yeah, well, I've got plenty to say to you.
Charlie Cotton split us up once before.
And I'm sure as hell not going to let him do it again.
I came here for my sister.
And I'm not leaving without her.
I'll put the kettle on.
This is all I could get out.
Erm, look out for Lauren, will you?
What? What you talking about?
You sound like you're leaving or something.
You're not leaving, are you?
Whitney, I don't have a choice.
What about your stuff?
I never really had any stuff, did I?
Will I ever see you again?
I'll only ever be two steps behind you, OK?
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Whitney is left paralysed with fear when Rob tracks her down wanting forgiveness - will she be able to escape his clutches a second time? Fat Boy's decision to call on Ryan for help has terrible consequences for all concerned. Dot is totally thrown by her sister Rose's lavish lifestyle in Southend but soon learns she has something to hide. Heather finds herself an admirer in Southend, much to Shirley's displeasure. Denise and Patrick reach an upsetting conclusion when Kim arrives home after a night out looking the worse for wear.