29/01/2012 EastEnders Omnibus

-All right, Denise?

-All right, Ben. How are you?

Yeah, never better.

-You OK?

-Yep.

If you're worried about any fallout, I can help. We can put you somewhere else.

I'm not moving. I'm in the right.

While Dad's locked up, no-one has a clue what to do anyway.

PHONE RINGS

Hi, Gethin.

Yeah, I know, I know.

I still haven't made a decision.

Yeah, end of the day, definitely.

Oh, take it.

-You think?

-Yes, you've got to. You'll be fantastic.

-Morning, Jane.

-Hi, Ben.

-Hi, Ben!

-(Did you hear?

-I know.

-Murder, apparently.)

-Unbelievable.

-Unbelievable.

-Poor kid.

Hello?

KNOCK AT DOOR

All right?

Yeah. I heard about your dad. Are you OK?

He's the one in jail.

-Yeah, but don't you want him home?

-I put him in there, Abs.

I told the police what he did.

But he's your dad.

-He's a murderer.

-But I could never... Your own dad?

What choice did I have? It's about telling the truth.

I mean, Stella...

Yeah, well, you know what Stella was.

I wanted her gone so much, Abs. Dad made her jump.

And then when I found out everything else Dad had done,

all the other crimes, I realised it wasn't just a one-off.

He wasn't protecting me like he said he was.

He's a bad person. And it was the right thing to do.

-Is that what you think?

-He's a murderer. He brought Stella into my life.

It was the right thing.

Right, that's all that matters, then.

Exactly. In the end, my family'll thank me for it.

All right?

All right.

-Nothing?

-Won't say a word. It's ridiculous. A grown man not talking.

Yeah, well, we can't force him.

We'll see about that. Family lunch.

-You will be here, won't you?

-Of course.

-Oh, now she decides to help.

-Yeah. I do.

Look, I had a night off, but now I'm back.

Do you have a problem with that?

So...lunch is the answer, is it?

Yes, Masood, lunch. Where we all sit around a table and we...

Eat?

Talk! Masood, we talk! Can you call Syed, please?

-So, what's happened?

-Get inside.

-What's up?

-We've been down that police station all night

and all I could think about is how much I want to smack you right in the mouth.

I know this is tough now, yeah, but in the long run,

it could actually be quite good for us.

-Are you having a laugh?

-If you let me explain...

Explain what? After everything you've done to this family,

-you've still got it in you to do worse.

-What do you mean, worse?

-You grassed on Phil, didn't you?

-It weren't like that.

-Must have something new, or they'd have let him go.

-Why don't you ask him?

-I'm asking you.

-I don't know.

-Yeah, all right.

-I don't know.

But it wasn't me.

I did all those things, and I'm sorry.

-But I didn't grass him.

-DOORBELL

That'll be the others.

Two teas, please.

Thank you. Sorry, sorry.

-Here, I'll do that.

-No, I'm OK.

No, go on, I've got it, I've got it. You go through.

Go on sit over there. Go on, I'll bring her over.

Excuse me, can you just pop your bag in, is that all right?

Squeeze through here. Shuffle, shuffle. Cheers.

Nyeow! Pwohh! Here we go.

Oh, thank you.

Cheers.

And that's for you.

-Isn't that for Tyler?

-He'll live, won't he?

Thanks.

-It's only a cup of tea.

-And the flowers.

Did you get 'em, then?

Were they all right? I didn't know what ones to get.

Anthony, they were beautiful.

They were only something small.

Everyone likes flowers, don't they?

-What?

-What are you doing for lunch?

They make Doctor Who there, you know.

So if I go, you know you can visit me

whenever you like, and we can go and see the TARDIS. OK?

OK.

I'll always be there for you, Bobby. Always.

Promise?

I promise.

-You all right?

-Yeah.

-So you haven't accepted it yet, then?

-Well, I basically have, yeah.

-So when do you go?

-It'd be Friday.

-What, this Friday?

-There you go, Jane.

-Ta.

-So, where is it you're going again?

-I told you, Cardiff.

-Yeah, but I haven't properly decided yet.

PHONE RINGS

-Oh, sorry, it's my hairdresser. Got to take this.

-How big's the restaurant?

-60 covers or so. Open kitchen.

-You are going to be busy.

She'll be all right, Dad. She's more organised than you.

A bustling restaurant is a complete other world. It's brutal.

And how would you know? You've never worked in one.

-I could have done.

-She's doing it. That's one better than you!

I haven't actually said yes yet. I'm not sure I'm up to it.

You will be.

-How do I know?

-Let's find out.

-He admitted it.

-But did he actually?

As good as. It's not what he said, it's what he did.

-What did he actually say?

-He's denying he had anything to do with it.

-That's good enough for me.

-He wouldn't lie about.

-He lied about Amy!

-That was an accident.

-What about the stuff before Christmas? Those letters.

-He swore blind they would stop.

-Hold up a minute, what do you mean stop?

-You knew it was him?

-You didn't think to tell anyone?

-I wanted to give him a chance.

Oh, really good idea.

-I thought it was the better option.

-It wasn't!

-You blamed me, Shirl.

-Yeah, all right, Hev, and I'm sorry.

All we've proved is you're really happy to lie to everyone when it suits you,

and you've got form for accusing the wrong person.

Not really making a great case, eh, Shirl?

Every day, Ben.

Every single day,

for, like, a half of half a second,

I forget that my dad's dead.

And then every single day, I have to feel it again.

But for that half of half a second...

..I would do anything...

absolutely anything, just to make it longer.

To have my dad with me for one more minute.

And you had that and you've just chucked it away.

I didn't.

-I don't believe you, Ben.

-Jay, you're my best mate.

I wouldn't lie to you.

Promise me.

Jay...

Look me in the eyes.

Promise me it wasn't you.

I promise.

Again.

I promise you, it wasn't me.

He's just a boy. I know he's a bit stupid, and reckless, but he could never.

He's not stupid.

He could, you know.

-Thank you.

-I'm not saying he did. I'm just saying that...

doin' time in Borstal, it messes with your head, don't it?

-You were never in there.

-I've done plenty of time, all right, Lola?

You don't grass, Billy, OK? He knows that.

I'm just saying, right, prisons, they're not nice places.

They can change a person.

He was willing to let me take the rap for them watches just to get to his dad.

Will you shut up about that? I'm paying your fine!

-I'm just saying!

-You don't go in, a nice kid like Ben, and come out

the sort who'd set your dad up for ten years in prison!

Yeah, and the rest.

-What?

-We don't know what he said to them.

Shirley, he hasn't said anything! We don't even know if he's been charged!

We should be focusing on getting Phil out,

not standing here trying to blame Ben for everything.

What's Phil got to say?

He won't see me.

So this is all a hunch, Shirl?

We don't know if he's been charged,

we don't know what the evidence is, but I tell you what,

let's all just string Ben up anyway, shall we?

Right, whatever yous think... it weren't him.

-Oh, come on, Jay.

-I'm telling you, Shirl. It weren't him.

DOORBELL

What do you want?

We've charged him.

Murder.

-Hello, babe.

-Hello, love.

Don't envy Suzanne, do you?

House full of Oscar's mates all day.

You all right? Where's madam?

She is out getting a new phone charger.

What, she's lost another one?

-We agreed we're going take this gently, yeah?

-Yeah.

I mean it, Max. We caused this.

We weren't forcing bottles of brandy down her throat, were we?

And we are going to make it better, OK?

-Yeah, OK.

-Good.

Old team back together again, eh?

Babe, it's fine.

Abstinence is good for the soul.

FRONT DOOR CLOSES

Oh, here she is, look!

What?

Nothing. What d'you get?

Look, it's a charger.

Have you got a minute for a little chat, darling?

DOORBELL That'll be Syed and Christian.

-No, they're table shopping in town.

-But they have a table.

Just the messenger.

-They're not coming?

-No.

So who's that, then?

What you doing here?

-I'm here for lunch.

-I don't think so.

He is. ..Hi.

Hi. Thanks for the invite.

You know we don't drink, right?

Oh, I get it. Heavy night, couple of days off, yeah.

Thank you.

-What's this? Why's he here?

-I invited him.

-Why?

-Can I not invite a friend for lunch?

Of course. Fine. ..Come in, please, Tyler.

It's Anthony.

-Are you sure?

-Yeah.

Oh. Well, Anthony, then, if you insist.

-Who the hell's Stella?

-That was years ago.

-What's the evidence?

-I don't know.

-Did you ask?

-Of course I asked!

Well, I don't know, do I?

He could get life, you know. What are we going to do if he gets life?

-He won't get life.

-How do you know?

-Because he didn't do it! They've got CCTV.

So, why have they charged him?

Shirl's taking care of it, all right, Rox?

Well, she's not doing a very good job of it, is she?

-Is someone going to tell me who Stella is?

-Someone give her a slap.

-Lo...

-They must have a new witness, then.

-Who?

I think I know.

Right, check on. Mandy wants...

What are you doing?

-Are you serious?

-Yes.

That's the apron Jonathan Cole gave me when I graduated. He taught me everything I know.

-Everything you know, yes, I remember.

-Right, start again.

Check on. Mandy wants salmon to start, followed by the bavette -

-pink, no blood.

-Hold on, starter? We said we'd only do two courses.

Your customers want starters. You have to go with what they want.

Understand? Right, Bobby, no starter, sausage and mash.

With ketchup.

Lucy. Tortilla followed by the tagliatelle...

-Ian, there is no tortilla.

-There is now.

15 minutes.

-Oh, no!

-SHE GROANS

-You can't make me finish school.

-No? I'll have a pretty good go at it.

-Look, we can do this chat another time.

-What is the point?

-Do me a favour, will you?

-Seriously, what is the point? You guys didn't go to uni.

You think anyone that did is flash. You've both got jobs, run your own businesses.

-You're going, Lauren, all right?

-Dad, you're not a dictator.

-In this house, I am.

-Well, then this a revolution.

-The proletariat's taking power back for the workers.

-Workers work, Lauren.

-What are you going to do? Give me a clip round the ear?

-No, of course he's not.

-It's what my dad gave me, never done me any harm.

-Oh, hasn't it?

Got any trust issues, Max?

Trouble with honesty?

-Lauren...

-Fidelity problems?

-Go on, Lauren, carry on. Come tomorrow you'll be inmate number one.

-Max!

Ain't that right, Tan, eh? Tough times ahead. Tell her.

Tell her, go on.

Nice doing business with you.

-Great. What happened to being gentle?

-Gentle?

You've got kids all over London robbing shops, setting cars on fire,

cos their parents didn't give 'em a whack when they could.

You want that to be Lauren? What?

What you told them?

-Excuse me?

-Phil has been charged with murder.

-Don't tell me you don't know nothing.

-He's a killer. I'll tell anyone.

-You told the police?

-Yep.

You've been dying to stitch Phil up, ain't ya?

Ever since you found out about Kevin.

Well, now they've got him and I'm delighted.

-What did you tell them?

-Nothing they didn't already know.

Well, they must have found out from somebody.

Shirl, it's none of my concern.

I feel for you, Shirl, I do.

Because I've lost a husband.

I wouldn't wish that on anyone.

He ain't my husband.

What he did to Kevin...

If he gets 20 years, I'll call that even.

What if he does?

I don't know.

You just keep going. Don't you?

There you are. Right, Mandy said salmon was cold.

It was straight off the grill.

Your customer said the salmon was cold, OK? Are the mains ready?

Yeah. Bangers and mash, bavette pink, but not bloody, tagliatelle.

Oh, hang on.

Right OK, ready, ready, ready.

Here you are. Bavette for you.

Oh, Thank you.

What you doing?

-It's not right, it's got capers in it.

-I love capers.

-Not today, you don't.

-Pasta's got capers on it.

-Like we said.

-But Lucy doesn't want capers.

-Should have read the menu!

Is that what you're going to say to your customers in Cardiff? "You should have read the menu"?

Fine.

-What's wrong with Bobby's?

-Sausages are touching the mash.

-I know what you're doing, Ian.

-The sausage is touching the mash. He won't eat it.

And he'll know if you move it.

Then I'll do it again.

Argh!

-Always use a cloth.

-Get out, Ian!

-Jane, I'm sorry, but it's just basic kitchencraft.

-Out!

Won't be long.

Excellent as always, Auntie.

What'd you think, Tam?

Tamwar?

-It's very nice, Mrs Masood.

-Thank you, Anthony.

I don't eat much curry, myself. On a night out,

few scoops here and there with the boys.

But this home-made stuff is...

It's incredible.

Brown nose.

I'm glad we're authentic enough for you.

No, I didn't mean it like that. It's just interesting for me.

I start my new course next week.

-What course is that?

-Pakistani cooking.

MASOOD COUGHS

Really?

Yeah. I've never really had the proper stuff before.

You know, until today.

It'd be great to be able to reproduce this stuff at home.

And you're starting a course next week?

Yeah, couple of hours every Wednesday night...

I mean, food's such a big part of your culture

and I just want to understand that better.

For Amira.

Oh. That's very interesting.

And very admirable.

Right, dessert?

Everyone? Tamwar?

I've made trifle.

-Maybe I should head off.

-Thanks for coming.

-No. Please, stay. Would you like some tea?

-Zee.

Tea? Tamwar, do you want some tea?

I know. How about a game of Ludo?

Zee?

I love Ludo.

Lovely. OK, that's settled, I'll go get the board.

Amira, would you mind giving me a hand, please?

-Ludo, eh?

-It's a Pakistani thing.

You should do a course.

Honestly? Him? Next you'll be telling me he's a Muslim!

He's not that bad.

When I had to face a whole lunch as the lone single, can you blame me?

But a Moon?

I don't know. But he treats me like a princess.

And when I have to spend the whole day wiping up sick...

it's quite nice being somebody's princess.

Look, they can't know it was me.

Phil will find out soon

and you're going to have to stand up in court eventually.

-They'll all be there.

-Well, I'll figure something out by then.

But for now, no-one can know.

Good workout?

Sometimes you just have to punch something, know what I mean?

-Not really.

-Course you don't.

Is this all that Phil stuff?

Yeah.

How's Ben doing?

-I think he's all right.

-Good. He was really worried you wouldn't understand.

Understand what?

The Phil thing.

-What Phil thing are you talking about?

-You know, Phil. Stella, the police.

-He had nothing to do with that.

-Well, he told me he did.

I'd be careful what you say, Abi, you know.

He said he put Phil in jail.

That he told the police what he did to Stella.

PHONE RINGTONE: "Lose My Mind" by The Wanted

-Tell him you're at ours.

-I don't want to lie.

-Tell him, please.

I knew you were winding me up.

But still, I thought, "Play the game. How hard can it be?"

A busy kitchen, it's a tough place.

Better to find out now.

But that's the thing...

I knew it all along.

What have I ever made a success of in my life, Ian? Ever?

-Masala Queen.

-Zainab did the cooking. You did the books.

-I just came along for the ride.

-No, that's not true.

I clearly can't handle the pressure, Ian. I nearly had a breakdown, and this...

I don't know why I bother trying.

I won't take the job. I'll just sit here,

eat this entire tray of sticky toffee pudding,

go home and have a good cry.

SHE SIGHS

Come here.

Come on, Chef.

Sorry about your lunch, everyone.

What are you talking about? It was amazing.

-Mine was great.

-My beef was a bit tough.

Well, I think you're going to knock 'em dead in Cardiff.

-You really think so?

-I do, actually.

I think you'll do a fantastic job.

I thought this was your leaving present from blah blah blah.

It is. I'm giving it to you. Good luck in Cardiff, you.

-And now, Chef, I'm going to go do your washing up.

-MOBILE RINGS

-Hairdresser.

-Again?

Some of us have more than a passing acquaintance with our stylist, Lucy.

You're really going to leave me with that?

I think you can handle her.

-Sticky toffee pudding?

-Oh, go on then.

No, I've got to save you!

Ian, Ian!

No, Ritchie, it wasn't her. Because I asked her.

Someone's setting Phil up. You need to find out who it is.

-We should call Peggy.

-No.

-She'll know how to handle this.

-I'm handling it!

-Calm down, Shirl.

-This is my family at stake here, Shirl.

-Yeah, and it's mine, too.

-DOOR OPENS

-Shirl! Shirl! Where is he?

I don't know. Why? What's happened?

You were right.

Lauren...

-..you don't have to go back to school.

-Really?

-Really.

-But you got to go and work in the salon,

and after that we'll see, all right?

-Yeah, fine.

-We ain't going to go easy on you.

Yeah, can't wait. Is that it?

Yeah.

Result!

Thank you.

I'm counting that as a win.

Take as long as you need...

..OK?

Hi, Gethin?

It's, er... It's Jane.

I'm in.

Are we ready? SHAKING DIE

Six! Come on, now a decision.

Do I split between the two? Or shall I do it all in one go? Tamwar?

Come on.

OK, Afia?

-Split.

-All right, splitting. One, two, three.

Ek, do, teen. LAUGHTER

All done. Your turn.

-Anthony, Amira. You're up.

-We need a five or a six.

-OK.

-Come on.

-No, no, no.

-Five, five, five, five...

-Five or six, five or six, five or six...

Yes!

One, two, three, four, five!

-That's not fair!

-And that's you dead.

-Get in there!

-Not having much luck, are you, Zainab?

-I think you'll be doing the dishes.

-Why did you split it?

Why would you split it? Mum?

I thought it'd be the best decision.

How is that the best move? How is that the best decision?

I asked you, Tamwar.

You got two pieces in danger that they could kill with a five or six.

-It's OK.

-What idiot doesn't realise that?

-Tamwar!

-Calm down, Tam.

-Don't tell me to calm down!

You don't get to tell me calm down.

Or to cheer up, do anything. None of you do.

Tam...

It's OK. Tam...

You all right, mate?

Yeah, fine, it's just a game.

-What did you say to them?

-Where's Abi?

-What did you say to the police?

-Nothing. I don't know.

Don't lie to me, Ben! You told Abi. What did you say to THEM?

-Told 'em the truth.

-Which is?

-Dad killed Stella.

-No, he didn't!

-He did, he said to me he was going to do it.

-He said he planned it.

-You're changing your statement.

No, I'm not. He deserves it, all right?

Shirl, how many happy moments have you ever had with that bloke?

And I'm talking properly happy.

He doesn't care about us.

He doesn't care about you, Billy, Hev, Rox.

And you.

D'you really think he loves you?

Really?

Dad going down'll probably be the best thing that's ever happened to this family.

For once, he's going to understand what it feels like to be intimidated.

To make him feel like he's made us feel - scared.

-Step outside.

-What you doing?

-Jay, leave it. Leave it.

My best mate?

You looked me in the eye and you promised me it weren't you!

-All along you were the grass. To your own dad!

-Precious Phil, your little boxing buddy.

-Get outside, now!

-Jay...

Is that what this is about? Cos he wanted me at the fights before you?

-You're more pathetic than I thought.

-Me? Batter first, think later, ain't that your motto?

You ain't worth the energy.

Just know you are absolutely finished here.

-You can fish the rest out of the bins.

-You can't do that.

-Where will I go? We're family!

-Not any more we ain't.

There'll be no special treatment.

-It's a full day's work for a day's pay.

-Can't wait(!)

You OK?

Right, yes. You can start by cleaning the sinks.

Go on, you know where the stuff is.

-Morning.

-Hello.

-Morning.

-(Lauren?)

-Oh, yeah.

Max reckons a couple of days at the salon with me, she'll be begging to go back to school.

Ah, cunning plan. So, how you feeling?

Yes. Good, yeah.

Thought you might need this. Now, you are taking things easy though?

-Oh, don't you start.

-You do what you're told for once,

and that includes meeting me in the Vic later.

Why you so chirpy?

New job, new town, what's not to be happy about?

So you're going to...? You're going to Cardiff?

It's my dream job, Tanya.

Oh, Jane, I'm so... Oh, come here. I'm so happy for you!

What you doing here?

I thought by cleaning up it might make you feel...a bit better?

That'll work for me.

But if you really want to help,

there's 20 cases of booze that need unpacking down the R&R later on?

Oh, OK.

-Morning.

-Morning.

You heard from Ben?

No.

You going to try?

-Shouldn't you be at work?

-What's the point?

Business as usual. It's what Phil would've wanted.

-You're an expert on what Phil wants, ain't you?

-Go to work.

-I would if I could find my keys.

-Well, why don't you use Phil's, he won't be needing 'em.

Thanks for the reminder(!)

Jay. I'm so sorry. Jay!

-Sleep well?

-Eh?

-What was it, one too many last night, get yourself locked out?

-No.

I saw you coming out the Arches.

Don't sweat it, son, we've all done it.

Now you got to go home and make the peace, eh?

Just a stupid argument, that's all.

Take my advice. Worst thing you could do is go home now.

I ain't, I'm just...

y'know, going to go pick some stuff up.

-What you need is a good breakfast.

-Nah, I'm all right.

You can't storm out and then crawl back for your Coco Pops, son.

Make's them think they've won. Trust me. Come on.

I broke into a van for the night once, woke up in Dundee.

You ever been to Dundee?

-Bobby get to school on time?

-Yeah, no problem.

Make us a tea, will you?

Sorry, did we wake you?

Thought you'd be back in Devon by now.

What, when I can stay in lovely Walford with you two?

Well, if you're going to be staying. You'll need this.

What's this?

-If you're living here with us, you'll want to pay your way, won't you? Chippy.

-The Chippy!

-Yeah. Can't have you sitting about on your backside all day, can we?

-No, that's Mandy's job.

-Manageress?

-Assistant.

-Full employment benefits?

-After a standard trail period.

Holiday pay and unsocial hours bonus?

The Beale Corporation recognises the nationally agreed terms and conditions for chip fryers.

Oi, oi, up early, or just getting home?

Paddy, I wish. No it's Charlie. He was taken ill,

-so we had to do the old hospital run at half five this morning.

-Doesn't sound too good.

Knowing Charlie he's probably got trapped wind or something but Kat had a panic,

-so I've just bombed her and Tommy down to Kings Cross.

-If there's anything I could do?

Appreciate that, mate. Cheers, Paddy.

-Catch up later.

-Yeah.

A full English?

This must be yours then.

-No school today, Ben?

-And a couple rounds of toast please, love.

You OK?

Buttered.

Of course.

I don't want any toast.

Never say no to food, son, especially when you're on the lam. You never know when you're going to eat again.

-On the lam?

-On the run.

You've... You've been on the run?

Once or twice. Did a flit from a borstal once.

I didn't meant to, wasn't a bad gaff.

Why'd you run away, then?

I was bunging one of the night staff

so I could slip out to see this little sort in the village.

Vicar's daughter, lovely she was, very forthcoming.

First time I'd ever seen a duvet.

One night me and the Rev's pride and joy decided to hit the alter wine.

I overslept. Woke up in the morning with the Vicar screaming at me

-and his wife hitting me with a dust buster.

-Nah.

-Straight up.

-So what happened, then?

I grabbed her handbag and done a runner.

Got caught trying to board a ferry.

-Never been lucky for me, Dover.

-I don't know whether to believe you.

Listen, after two weeks of living rough, I was glad to get caught.

It's lonely out there on your own, son.

If you want to freshen up, you're welcome to use the flat.

-It's all right.

-Fair enough.

Toast.

With marge.

Least I can do is lend you a clean jumper.

-I don't want...

-Come on, put this on, I insist.

Don't want to go back to Shirley shivering. She'll think you're scared of her.

That's the business. Looks better on you than it does on me.

Right, now I've got to go and see a man about a bit of business.

Now you...take this... for the breakfast.

-And you better put that in your pocket, you'll need some dough.

-Honestly.

Shh! You can buy me lunch, all right?

Take care.

Missus.

BANGING ON DOOR

All right, all right! Don't wear it out!

Hello, B.

-Is this bad timing?

-What do you want, Ray?

I really had fun with Morgan last week.

-What about I take him out today?

-He's at school.

I was thinking maybe this evening.

-It's a school night.

-I could do dinner.

-We ain't got enough for another one.

-I'll get the shopping, yeah? I'll cook, I'll clean up...

-Yeah, whatever. No, thanks.

I promise I won't stay too late, yeah?

Why can't it just be me and you, Hev?

-Life would be so much simpler.

-And George.

Yeah, as long as you promise

he won't grow up to be another pain-in-the-neck bloke.

That's what I like to see - business as usual.

-What do you want?

-Nothing.

-Just heard you had a few problems. Thought I'd see if you were all right.

-Why wouldn't I be?

Must be tough on a family when the old man's away.

Yeah, what's a poor girl to do without a man about the house?

I never had you down as a damsel in distress.

Just somebody I thought I might be glad to help, if they needed it.

Well, if you really want to help, there's another four boxes to shift.

Oh, no, no, no.

A man on licence has to be careful where he deploys himself.

-Nothing to worry about here, then.

-Really?

You should get young Ben to help you, strapping lad like him.

-He's at school.

-No, he's not.

I just had breakfast with him. He's been telling me all his troubles.

He likes to talk, young Ben, don't he, eh?

Yap, yap, yap, yap, yap.

Still...

..can't be easy for him, can it?

Young lad like that with his old man locked up for who knows how long.

Ladies.

Phil will get out, won't he?

Kat, I know you're upset, darling, but you need to stay strong.

You just give him my love

and I'll try and get there as soon as possible.

I love you, too. Bye-bye.

Did you say there were some new pint glasses down here?

Yeah, mate. They're just over there.

Er, was that Kat?

Yeah. Paddy, it's, er, Charlie. He's had a stroke.

-What?

-I know, Paddy. They don't know how serious it is at the moment.

-Then, you should be there, man.

-But I've got to run this place.

-That's all right, I can help out.

-Listen, Paddy, I appreciate it,

but you can't run this place single-handed.

-Find somebody else.

-It's a bit short notice.

All right. Then, we'll go and find somebody else together. Come on!

-I couldn't get him into a conversation. I'm worried about him.

-Worried about who?

Erm, Ben.

It's all right. Nothing for you to worry about, love.

-He

-is

-still a kid, his dad's in jail

-and now, he's hanging around with Derek Branning.

-Is he?

-They had breakfast together.

-All right, I'll sort it out, OK?

You?

-Yeah, he's my brother.

-And?

He can come live here.

Here?

Come on, look, we've got loads of room.

Right. Well, that's sorted, then. We'll just be one big, happy family.

How did you get in here?

I found these. Thought I'd bring them back for you.

Where did you get them from?

Ben thought they were yours.

You spoke to Ben?

Come to fight his battles for him, have you?

I don't fight anyone's battles, son.

It seems to me you two should be sticking together.

After what he did?

We all make mistakes, Jay. I mean, what would Phil say?

Phil'll kill him.

Come on, this is his son we're talking about.

That just makes it worse, don't it?

Come on, Del, you know the golden rule - you never grass.

-And I would never,

-ever

-do that to Phil.

Well, well, well. Ain't that unlucky.

I think you better go now, eh?

You spoken to Phil, have you?

-Told him you're holding the fort?

-Not yet, no.

-Really?

-Nobody has.

-Not even Shirley?

Maybe they've had a falling-out, eh?

Maybe she don't want you to know what's going on, don't trust you?

-No-one's keeping anything from me, mate.

-Good.

Cos Phil'll want to know that someone's looking after his business while he's inside, won't he?

-It's a man for you.

-As promised, dinner.

Hey, hope you like Choc Ices.

-I brought you some comics, as well.

-Is that all you've got?

Aren't you trying to make us like you?

Tiff! Go and get Morgan.

Great kids, aren't they? Don't take much to please them.

-I hope they like fish.

-Oh, yeah, it's their favourite.

-Alfie?

-Yes, darling?

-Where's Kat and Tommy?

-They've gone away, sweetheart.

-Is it me?

-What?

-Cos of me, they've left?

What? No. No, no, no. It's Charlie.

It's got nothing to do with you. Don't be silly.

Then, why have they left us?

No, darling, listen. They haven't left us.

Charlie's not feeling too well. Kat's gone down to keep an eye on him.

As soon as I can find someone to help Paddy in the pub,

we'll go and join them, all right?

Tell you what, how do you fancy me, you,

fish and chips and a bit of CBeebies? Yes, let's have it!

No-one's leaving anyone, all right? Come on, you silly sausage, inside.

Since I found out about Morgan, it's all I think about

and I just want to make up for lost time, you know? Help out.

Well, we don't need anyone, Ray.

Look, I'm not saying you do.

What are you saying? What do you want?

I just want to do right by Morgan, by you.

Kids! Dinner's ready!

All right. Grilled fish, salad and couscous.

We ain't going to have salad, are we?

-Really lovely to see you again. LAUREN:

-Oh, my God!

-You take care, then.

-Where did it all come from?

-Oh, thank you.

-I have never seen so much hair!

Right, well, just make sure you have a nice day.

The woman's an ape! A baboon! How much wax did you use?

-Lauren!

-Please tell me you didn't do her bikini line?

She heard every word!

So? Come on, Mum, the woman must know that that is not normal.

This is a people business. You cannot go around calling the customers baboons!

Well, maybe I'm not a people person. Or a baboon person.

No. Get home. Go on.

-Fine!

-And try not to insult anyone on the way.

Yes, Tyler? Just be quiet. Just calm down a second.

I know you guys are busy, but I just need some help, that's all.

Shenice is on the verge of a meltdown,

I don't know how long Kat's going to be away for. What?

Yeah, well, course I've asked Tracey.

Wouldn't think there was a recession on, would you?

I said... It doesn't matter, you're cutting out. What?

All I need is for you to help out Paddy, a few extra shifts in the pub, that's all.

Well, if you know anybody else, just let me know.

All right, see you.

Ritchie, you can't even get me out on bail.

I told you, money ain't a problem, all right?

But I've got to get out of here to get hold of it, haven't I?

You've got a visitor.

I've got to go.

-Come on, Morgan. Look, it's real fish like Nemo. Look.

-Ewww.

-You ain't going to be living here, are you?

-No, no!

Are you going to be Ricky?

-No, I'm not here to replace Ricky.

-Get your own kids?

Well, I've got Morgan and Sasha.

Who's Sasha?

Kids, I think you better go and watch telly.

You've got a daughter?

Yeah, yeah - Sasha. She can't wait to meet Morgan,

but my ex makes seeing her difficult.

-Uses visiting as a weapon.

-I think you'd better go.

-I just want to get to know my boy.

-No, listen.

I'm used to disappointment, but you ain't coming here playing with my kid's emotions.

-Look, I'm here for the long haul.

-Just go! Just get out!

Look, I've gone about this all wrong, yeah?

Yeah, you have. And you can forget about any cosy get-togethers.

-From now on, we do this my way, yeah?

-All right, all right. Bye, kids.

-All sounds too good to be true.

-It is.

It would be the perfect job. But Cardiff?

I just wish things weren't so bonkers at the Beales'.

Are you having second thoughts?

How can I leave Bobby, and now Lucy, in that mad house?

It just seems like such bad timing.

How can Mandy be a mum to those two? And Ian?

-He needs a carer more than a wife!

-So, you're staying?

Oh, I am so pleased you've changed your mind, Jane.

I couldn't say anything before,

but I don't know how I'd have coped if you'd left. I mean,

-you've been everything to me. Everything.

-There you are.

Right, I'm sorry about today and I'll apologise to the ape lady.

It's fine, it's fine. Salon's not for you, I get it.

Anyway, everything's going to be fine cos Jane is staying!

Excuse me, are you the landlord?

Me? No, no, no, man. I'm just the glamorous assistant.

Resident Mr Fix It guy.

-You know if he's still looking for a cook/barman?

-You local?

Just moved in to the area.

Come with me.

-Come in, come in. Alfie? Alfie?

-All right, hold on, hold on.

-What is it, mate?

-Fella here who wants a job, man.

Oh, OK. Nice to meet you, mate. What's your name?

-Ray.

-Ray. How you doing? You had much experience, Ray?

-A fair bit.

I can get you some references.

If you can show them to Paddy here, that'd be great.

Look, I've worked in bars, pubs...

Brilliant. Just one really important question I need to ask you and that is -

can you start right away?

Yeah, I guess. Where do you need me?

Out front! Welcome on board, Raymondo.

Cheers, man.

Seems nice enough. I need you to be my ears and eyes.

I need you to be manager while I'm away.

It's fine, it's fine, it's fine.

I'll sort you out when I get back. Any problems, I'm on the mobile.

Consider it done. This is my second home.

Make sure you get references. Good lad.

Shenice, come on, sweetheart!

Just passing or back where you belong?

(LAUGHS)

Nice to see you, too. How they treating you?

What do you want?

We've got to keep the businesses running as usual.

Cash flow's important when you're fighting a court case.

Are you saying I can't run the Arches?

No, I'm saying we've all got to step up.

Since when do I take orders from you? Phil's the guv'nor round here.

-It's what's best for the family.

-What's best for the family?

If you'd told us at Christmas what was going on,

we wouldn't even be in this mess.

Jay, please. Phil's been like a dad to you.

And I would do anything for him.

But the truth is, we ain't even Mitchells, are we?

-We're outsiders.

-That's not true.

Phil won't even speak to us!

Jay, we stick together, no matter what.

Phil's banged up and I've lost Ben.

I'm not going to lose you.

-I've been looking for you.

-I'm not hard to find.

-Mind if I join you?

-Free country, ain't it?

That's debatable.

I know people, Phil. People on the inside.

Anything you want, I can get to you any time.

-Well, I don't plan on being here long.

-Oh, really?

Maybe I could help there, too.

Make sure all your witness have got their story right.

Proper boy scout, ain't you?

Oh, yeah. I could look after your business,

keep your family straight,

make sure you don't get any unexpected surprises.

Who knows, I might even get my good-neighbour badge.

What are partners for?

I don't have partners.

Oh, I think you're going to need one.

Who else is going to keep their eye

on all the bent booze going through the R&R, eh?

All the stolen motors being stripped at the Arches,

all the kickbacks from the club doormen?

Give me another week and I'll know your DNA inside out.

-I don't need any help and definitely not from you.

-I don't think you've got a choice.

Who else is going to look after you as good as I will?

The little queen?

The gobby peroxide?

Are we behaving ourselves, gentlemen?

Mr Mitchell?

-Everyone's turned their back on me.

-I haven't.

-Shirley's kicked me out.

-Why?

-No-one understands.

-Try me.

I just wanted Dad to know what it feels like to be me -

to always be scared.

I sent all them letters. It was me.

And now, the mighty Phil's fallen apart

and he's going to get what he deserves.

Must hurt, though - having your own son give evidence against you?

I'll tell you this once. Stay away from my family.

Stay angry, Phil. It suits you.

What would you do if you found out all these things about your dad?

Ben, no-one hates your old man more than I do, OK?

I've learned to live with it because, basically,

families are a nightmare.

The older you get, the more you'll realise it.

Learning to ignore it makes it all better?

No, it don't. But it's not always about doing what's right.

Maybe I should have dealt with it the way Dad would have dealt with it - by smashing it up.

Look, your mum weren't like that and you're not, OK?

We don't all have to go down the same road.

We can choose our own way.

You know what?

I'm going to help you.

I'm going to do what your dad should have done a long time ago, OK?

You're going to come and live with us.

You think I can't get to you on the outside?

You seriously think I don't know people

that'd rip your spine out for a few quid?

Plenty have tried, Phil. Plenty.

Who knows? You may be the one to succeed.

Could be we both end up dead.

Could be Shirley inherits it all.

Could be everything that you've built up,

over all these years, falls apart before you even get to court.

Now, that would be a crime.

Look to the future, Phil.

I can take care of you and yours while you're on the inside

and I reckon, when you get out,

we could swallow up Walford and everything in it.

Who could stop a partnership like us?

You and me?

OK...

..partner.

We've run out of rolls, so you'll have to have some bread.

Is the Missus about?

Um, no, no. Shirley, she's not in till later.

-That's why I'm covering for her.

-Well, not to worry. I'm sure she'll be looking for me sooner or later.

Spread the word. Spread the word. Kimberley Fox is mobile.

Snips, clips and lips. I am your one-stop beauty shop.

Kim? I was hoping I'd bump into you.

Oh, is that the time? I promised Rose a Brazilian.

Sorry.

All right, Ben?

Well, I suppose that's one good thing about you staying here.

I ain't got to worry about you catching a sneaky peek now, have I?

You worried about your old man, babe?

Cos I ain't being funny, darling, but he's had it coming for years.

-I'm late for school.

-If Shirley gives you any grief, come and find one of us, yeah?

-Yeah, all right.

-All right.

-Jane.

-Hi, Ben.

-Morning.

-Hiya.

-Is Bobby ready?

-Ready for what?

-Well, sometimes he likes to go to school.

If someone remembers to take him.

-Right, I can do that.

-Oh, no, it's just that I'm leaving tomorrow, so I was...

-It's Ok. I can always see him later.

-Sure?

Now you mention it. Where is Bobby?

Lost him again?

Bobby? Bobby?

-Right, well I should get off. I've got lots to do.

-See ya.

So you're really going, then? It's just...

-You and Dad worked so well together, the other day.

-Lucy.

He's not happy, you know. Not like when he was with you.

We've both moved on, love.

Let's not try and rewrite history, eh?

-What time are you opening the salon?

-I'm not.

I mean, Gaynor is doing it for me. I've got to go and see the oncologist.

-Is everything all right?

-Yeah, yeah, it's fine, it's just routine.

Nah, nah, I'll get Fatboy to cover.

No, It's just a catch-up. You don't have to be there.

I'll come if you want.

Honestly, it's fine. Anyway, Jane's coming with me, ain't she?

Car lot.

What? So, am I not working at the salon still, then?

Not after what you done yesterday. Go on, get over there.

Go on, make a start, scrape the ice off the motors.

-I'll be over there in a minute, all right?

-Bye.

-Bye.

You sure everything's all right?

It's just routine, honestly.

Oh, come on, get a shifty on!

I don't want your school thinking I'm a bad parent.

Go join your mates, then.

Just the ladies I've been looking for. Kim's Snips is in business.

I'll stick you both down for a emergency consultation, shall I?

Tiff had a sleepover, we overslept.

Here, what was Ian thinking, trading Jane in for that, eh?

I will pick you up at the school gates at four o'clock, yeah?

3:15.

Since when?

Since always.

If Ian had any sense, he'd send you back to that knocking shop of yours.

Look, B...

Much as I love a rumble, I'll leave you two to it, yeah?

It's only the start, you know.

There's parents evenings, school trips.

-Show and flamin' tell.

-I know what I'm taking on.

Do ya? Tiff had nits three times last term.

Liam caught impetigo off a kid on the bus. And Morgan?

He's riddled with worms.

Same place tomorrow, then, eh?

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

So, is it true? You're moving to Cardiff?

Yeah, I was going to tell you.

-When? A text from the train?

-It's been a difficult week.

-When are you leaving?

-Tomorrow.

-I don't believe this!

-Look, just be happy for me, Mas.

How can I be, when I'm losing my friend?

Hello. Has she told you the news?

She's decided to stay! Couldn't stand the thought of leaving Walford after all, could you?

-Is that right?

-Yeah.

Why don't I leave you two to talk about your plans, eh?

-Listen, Tan, I...

-I'm glad I bumped into you.

Say no if it's a problem... but I have already told Max that you'd come with me.

It's for a chat with my consultant about aftercare. It's nothing really, but...

Yeah, you don't have to ask.

Yeah? Oh, good, I thought we could go out afterwards. You know, toast the future!

Yeah, I'd like that.

You all right, Jay?

You heard from Phil?

Well, I'm sure he'll be in touch when he wants something.

How's it going?

It needs new brake pads and an oil change. That ain't even enough to pay my wages.

Well, I can pick the pads up for ya.

No offence, Shirl, but you don't know the first thing about cars, do ya?

No, all right.

But you remember what I told you -

we keep this place ticking over as normal until Phil gets back.

-PHONE RINGS

-Ain't you going to get that?

Hello.

Anyone comes sniffing round, you come and find me, yeah?

Yeah, she's just left.

Come on, then. Flick the switch.

What happens now?

Well, I give Shirley a week until she's run all those businesses into the ground.

-Dad?

-Mm?

Do you ever think what might've happened if you'd stayed with Jane?

What's brought this on, Lucy?

I've been thinking, haven't I? If I hadn't been such a cow, you might not have split up.

Look, to be honest with you, it was you kids that kept us together as long as we were.

-But you did love her once, though, didn't you?

-Yeah, course I did.

-Look, I know it's difficult, but people move on, all right. I'm with Mandy now.

-But are you happy?

Yeah. Look, I'm happier than I've been in a long time.

Babe? You know, I was thinking. Maybe it's time I got myself a little run-around.

You know, save rushing to the school in the morning.

Another gas guzzler on the street. Giving Bobby and his mates asthma.

Yeah, Lucy's got a point.

I mean, we've got my car. We get another one, it's just a waste of money, innit?

OK. Oh, and by the way, if Jamie calls.

-Tell him I'll meet him at the school gates at three.

-Jamie?

One of the dads I met on the way to the school.

I think he's took quite a shine to me, actually.

Who can blame him?

I tell you what, hold on.

It wouldn't hurt to have a look at some cars, would it?

-No.

-See you later, love.

How can you do this day after day?

Well, it's a job, Lauren. Keeps you in make-up and expensive clothes.

So, this is it, then?

You kill yourself to pay for a mortgage and then you die.

Yeah, that's it, yeah.

Here you are, Lauren.

What're you giving me that for?

You're going to learn this trade from the bottom up.

Dad, what if people see me?

Well, you tell your mates you've joined your dad in the family business.

This is social suicide.

Well, go on.

Spare mixers are down there.

When that shelf gets a bit low, you can just fill them from there.

-Hello, two glasses of white wine, please.

-OK.

-Haven't seen you around here before.

-Well, it's my first day.

Well, if you need anyone to show you around...

Please excuse my friend, the married woman.

Not strictly speaking!

Now, that sounds like a challenge. So tell me...

Tanya.

-Are all the women in Walford as beautiful as you?

-Oh, behave.

Oh, come on, step away.

Her husband happens to be a neighbour of mine, you know.

It's just a bit of banter, Patrick, man.

I've seen plenty like you before. Let me tell you something, son.

The good times, the women.

One day they'll start to lose their appeal.

-What are you going to be left with then?

-Dad...

What're you doing here?

You never listen to me, do you? We have an inset day today.

Oh, my. Sorry. Patrick.

This is my beautiful daughter, Sash.

-Pleased to meet you.

-Hi.

-What're you reading?

It's about this man in South America.

He used to rob, kill and then mutilate his victims.

You know what we should do? We should resurrect book club.

-Bad idea.

-No, no, no, I've thought it all through.

We wouldn't actually invite anyone we don't like, right.

So no Zainab, obviously. No moaning Denise. Shirley, too scary.

Bianca, she can hardly read, can she? So...

So that just leaves me and you, then?

Mm-hm. That's the idea.

KNOCK ON DOOR

-When was the last time you washed that barnet of yours?

-What?

-Listen.

I know it can't be easy since Ricky left, but do yourself a favour, have some dignity.

-Kim, you can't...

-Look, the way I see it, you've got two choices.

You can either stay in here and mope around,

or you could sort that barnet and show the world what it's been missing.

Don't look great, does it?

-All right, I suppose a bit of pampering wouldn't do any harm.

-That's my girl.

I can't believe you're going to do it for free.

Well, it's not easy, is it? Bringing up four kids.

-Well, get yourself a job.

-I ain't exactly got a great CV.

Unless you want to count the nick as a reference.

Well, Jane's leaving. And let's face it.

The caff ain't been the same since you left.

-I would go for it for myself, but I don't think grease...

-Morgan! Sorry.

But what about your barnet?

And what time do you call this?

I'm sorry, can we just rewind?

-What are you doing in my office?

-Our office.

It's a nice little set-up you've got here.

I think it's important that we share, don't you, eh?

Especially when we're going into business together.

-You?

-Yeah, I think Pat would have been very pleased.

-You and I working side by side.

-Pat hated you.

Yes, but she would have grown to love me, but for her untimely demise.

You know what? No! You cannot just walk in here calling the shots...

You see. That's what I love about you, Janine. Your spirit.

I think this could be the start of a beautiful friendship.

No, thanks, Vinnie, I really appreciate it.

Yeah, I'll tell them to expect a call later on. Cheers, bye.

I knew that waste of space would come in handy one day.

I'll do anything, I'll even scrub the bogs.

The odd shift just won't help.

You ain't got a good track record, have you? Or did you get anger management inside?

Please, Shirl. I wouldn't be asking you if I wasn't desperate.

-When can you start?

-Anytime. Now.

Go on, then, there's a pinny under the till.

-Thanks.

-Phil'd be proud of you.

-Yeah, he flamin' better be.

I wish I was more like you, Shirl. You know, all shoulder pads and death stares.

It's like the time when Alexis Colby walked in to the boardroom

and took over Denver Carrington.

-Don't you think I've a right to be consulted?

-I don't know what you're talking about.

-You can't just wheel out a replacement and expect me to just get on with it.

-Come again?

-Look, don't get me wrong. I like Derek. But I do not trust him.

-Derek Branning?

Oh, come on, don't pretend like you don't know.

-Oh, you really are the last to know about everything around here, aren't you?

-I'm going to kill him.

I'm right behind you, Shirl.

-Oi, Bianca.

-What?

-Family business.

Oi! You can't just leave me. Here, Kim.

-Take him off my hands for a few hours, will you?

-What am I supposed to do with him?

Just stuff him full of sweets. He'll be as good as gold.

And make sure he don't keep scratching. He's got worms, yeah?

Right, follow me, yeah? Not too close.

Squash and ricotta bake.

Most kids get burgers.

-Well, you're not most kids, are you, babe? So, how's your mum?

-She still hates you.

Just call me Mary Poppins. Lover. Entrepreneur. All-round sex kitten.

Come on, come on.

-Morgan, what can I get you?

-Yeah, what do you want? Cola or something stronger?

-It's a joke, innit? Joke.

-Kim.

Hey, little man, how you doing?

I've got someone here who'd like to meet you. Come here.

-Morgan. This is your big sister.

-It's like Surprise, Surprise, ain't it?

BOTH: Yes!

Oh, I've missed this, you know. You and me.

Me, too.

Max, Rainie, Greg. I mean, you've been through it all with me, ain't you?

-I think someone's had too much wine.

-No. No, I'm being serious. I am.

I don't know how I'd've got through it all without you. I love you, Jane Beale.

-I love you too, Tanya.

-Good. Well, let's liven in up in here, then.

-Yes, come on.

-Show 'em how it's done.

MUSIC STARTS UP

This is the one. Ooh, Patrick, do you know it? Come on.

Come on, we need a man.

Come on.

Oh, have a look. It's Charlie's Angels!

-You have got ten seconds to get out of this office.

-Yeah, or we're calling the police.

I take it you haven't spoken to your old man, then.

-What's Phil got to do with this?

-I paid him a little visit yesterday.

-He's lying, Shirl.

He's got himself in a bit of a state over this place.

-Wants someone to help out.

-Phil hates you.

On the contrary. We've reached a new understanding.

Phil wouldn't do that without telling Shirl first.

He appreciates all the hard work you've done, but he wants someone... How shall I put this?

Someone with a bit more savvy at the helm.

Seeing as I'm a reasonable man,

I'll give you a bit more time to get used to the idea, eh?

Shirley.

We may as well just have a revolving door put in.

There must be some mix-up, Shirl.

Phil wouldn't do that without telling you first.

I wouldn't put it past him.

A girl's gotta have music.

She's not going to want us around, you know.

Soon as she's married to Dad, we'll be the first ones to go.

Where will I go?

I don't know. Boarding school, maybe.

And we're not talking Hogwarts.

What do you think, eh? His and hers.

And Bobby, I've got a special trip planned for you.

Bobby!

So, what do you want to be when you grow up?

What about a beautician, like me?

Or how about owning a nice little clothes shop?

A criminal pathologist.

Oh, fancy getting yourself a nice policeman, do you?

I like blood. Reading about murders.

Oh. You should have met Dee's ex-husband.

You two all right over there?

Oh, yeah. We're like sisters, innit, Sarah?

So, come on, then. Spill. Has your dad had many girlfriends?

That depends. Are we counting the ones under the floorboards or not?

SHE LAUGHS

-Jane?

-Yeah.

-The doctor gave me something.

-What?

I can't.

-Tan, come on...

-No, I can't even look at it.

Why would you need that?

-Why do you think?

-Oh, you mean...

-Two large ones, ladies?

-No!

Oh, Jane, I am mortified.

No. No, listen, it's nothing to be embarrassed about.

-How are things in that department, anyway?

-Nonexistent.

Max says he's happy to wait but I know he doesn't mean it.

Oh, come on, you've got to learn to trust him.

I just worry, you know...that if he doesn't get what he wants from me,

he might go somewhere else, find it.

No, I'm just being silly, aren't I? Forget I said anything.

Here, Masood, do you fancy joining our little book club?

We've finally lifted the ban on men. Don't worry. It's not too saucy.

-And who's in this book club?

-Well, it's just me and Jane so far.

Ah, that's going to be a bit difficult, isn't it?

Is it? Why?

-I think you should tell her.

-Tell me what?

I'm so sorry, Tan. I'm leaving for Cardiff tomorrow.

I wanted to tell you, but it...

Why? Why would you...

-Why are you doing this to me, Mas?

-I'm sorry.