A chance to catch up on the week's drama in Albert Square. Mick comes up with a cunning plan to try and lift Linda's spirits. Bianca goes to great lengths to hide her secret.
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-Look at you! You make me want to take you straight to the bedroom and give today a miss.
-It's a bit much, isn't it?
-No, it's Carnival, you nutter. You're meant to look like that.
-There you go. Know you like your little bit of bling.
-Right, let's have it!
Right Ian, did you remember to put Jim's chair in Patrick's room?
Oh, no! No, I didn't clear out that drawer.
It's fine. Peter's done it.
Just calm down. Everything's going to be OK.
There you go, winkle. Cop for that.
Thanks a lot.
-Right, I'll see you later, then.
-We're coming with you.
Yeah, we're going to follow your mob around on one of them lorries.
Your mum's going to have her sequinned bikini on.
I'm going to have all my big guns hanging out. Ain't that right?
-Your hair looks lovely. Can we go now, please?
-Shut up. I couldn't find my Oyster.
Course you couldn't, sweetheart.
-You still coming?
-No. We still ain't found a donor.
-You'd best get a move on.
-You're meant to be knocking her up tomorrow, ain't ya?
-We're trying, ain't we?
It's just about finding the right dad.
They're cruising for man juice. Sure you want to go carnival?
How do you keep your material so fresh, Lee?
-What about Nancy?
-She's going to meet us down there.
-Oi, behave yourselves.
I can't stop thinking about you in that bikini now.
What do you reckon we have a little bit of carnival role-play later,
while the kids are away?
What? Oh. Yeah. Sure.
I usually only have to say fluorescent feathered headdress and she's all over it.
Don't worry about it. She's probably just mad you two are stuck in here all day
instead of having it down Notting Hill.
Do you know what? Do us a favour, T, can you hold the fort?
I think I know how to get my baby bubbling again!
-All right, Alfie.
-All right, Mick.
-What you doing with all that?
-Eating for the whole family?
Shut up! What are you talking about? This my the breakfast of champions. Protein and carbs. Lovely.
If you fancy this afternoon, why don't you pop over, come and see the twins, yeah?
-I'd love to, but...
-Terry's working with me today.
Yeah, well, she's got a load of extra stock
-so I said I'd help her shift it.
-Don't worry about it.
You'll probably do a better job than me. Catch you later. All right.
Here, girls, come and get your carnival gear here.
Oi, what do you think you're playing at?
What's the matter? Scared of a bit of competition?
No, it's his ugly mug I'm worried about. Scaring the customers off.
You're doing a good enough job of that yourself, love.
-What's that supposed to mean?
-When he blew that horn now, I thought it was you trying to sell me something.
Oh, there you go again, Bianca! Leggings? I've got plenty, thanks.
No, your leggings are thermal underwear, Tell.
And believe me, they're not a good look.
You lot! Oi listen, listen. I really need to ask a favour. I ain't going to lie, it's a big one.
I really need your help. And I need you back at the Vic.
I need you back at the Vic, right now.
-Dad, this is my only day off in two weeks.
And it's the last chance I get to go out before I start my course.
Listen, I'll make it up to you, all right, I swear.
I'm planning this surprise for your mum.
She ain't been feeling too perky lately.
And I need your help.
OK? I know you both don't like seeing her like this, either.
All right. It's your mum, I get it. It's fine.
Whitney, thank you. Thank you.
No, no, not down there, pile them up together.
Your boy's got a lot of stuff, Mrs B.
Yes, and your record collection's growing at a rate of knots.
Arthur, I'm worried about this, with you here and Charlie moving in,
cos I'm only allowed one lodger. You know what the Council said.
Well, let's get you settled in.
All right - careful with that box of fragile stuff, eh?
Right, come on, then, Patrick. Shall I help you with this leg? Yeah?
OK. Come on, then. That's it, I've got it.
There you go. It's down now. You bring the other one out.
I've got your arm. Get out this side, yeah? You OK?
One, two, three, lift!
I've got you. It's all right, don't worry.
Peter's been looking after your allotment for you.
-Yeah, I can't believe how much it's grown!
-Peter, could you get the wheelchair out the boot for me, please?
-OK. All right, let's go then.
-That's it. You got that?
One at a time. Slowly.
There we are.
What do you think I'm doing? I'm just trying it on. I don't want your cheap stuff anyway.
Oi, oi, oi! I thought told you to stay in the flat.
I've lost the flat, ain't I? Landlord spotted me with a client.
Just lend me a tenner, please. For a hostel.
-I don't know why I bother.
I'm begging you - I just, I just need one more hit. You know what it's like.
Yeah. And I know that ain't the kind of help you need.
Just go away. Go away now. I mean it.
I thought we could pop home, have a bit of lunch.
And while we're there, you can tell me all about that drug addict.
I've still got you, I've still got you.
Just here in case, OK.
OK. Let's...we'll just get you into the chair for the minute. OK? Yes, I've got you.
-Right, you hold on.
-I've got him, I've got him.
-Slowly. Slowly, Patrick.
-Yeah, that's it.
No rush. No rush, that's it. That's it. Good man. Good man.
-You're doing brilliant.
-In your own time.
Get your leg round, get your leg round, I've got you. I've got you.
We did it!
It was Lucy's. But it's yours now, Patrick.
And this is Jim's old chair you're in here!
Oh, no, Patrick, that's not what I mean.
You - you're going to be all right in no time.
Ooh, there's a good one - six foot one. Olive skin.
-Seriously?! This site's hilarious.
Yeah, I told you you'd like it.
-Yeah. I'm going to get a new cousin, ain't I?
-It is pretty cute.
-Do you reckon he'll be a looker like me?
-Full of yourself, ain't you?
What can I say? I'm blessed.
Oi, you lot, this is actually pretty important.
-Oh, what about this guy?
Says he can't decide what he loves more,
travelling the world or Sunday roast with my mum!
What? He sounds sweet.
Seriously! Plus he works in finance.
Tina, we don't have time for this! This is happening tomorrow.
We've got to choose someone!
-It'll get easier.
-Will it? That stair rail ain't going to be enough, you know.
-We're going to need a ramp to the door, a rail for the bed...
-Yeah, but that's all easily sorted.
I don't know.
I thought he'd be happier to be back at home.
He hated all the nurses fussing over him.
But he just...
He seems so depressed. And I don't know what I'm doing wrong.
You are doing everything right. OK? It takes time.
Do you think he's going to be happier downstairs?
-Nearer the action and that?
Tell you what, how about we do something for him this afternoon?
Invite all his friends round. Show him how much they've missed him.
I don't know about that. He doesn't really seem in the mood.
Exactly. It'll cheer him up. Come on, what do you reckon?
-I suppose it's worth a try, ain't it?
You start phoning round, I'll get some food from the restaurant.
I was doing the girl a favour. That's all you need to know.
Cos it looked to me like you were asking her for something.
-Question is, what?
-You're imagining things.
Drug addict, probably selling herself. There's a lot on offer.
-I'm not the one with the problem.
-It doesn't look like that from where I'm standing.
-Maybe you're looking in the wrong place.
-You are not making sense!
OK, OK, you want to know? I'll tell you. All right.
You're right. Rainie is selling herself.
And your mate Ian bought it.
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I ain't stopping.
Now make sure you don't lose this set of keys, cos Mr Papadopoulos,
he will be none too pleased if he has to have another pair cut.
Oh, I suppose you've heard that Patrick's out of hospital.
Yeah. I'm happy for him.
Well, I've just come off the phone from Denise
and she's having a little gathering to welcome him home.
And I'm running round trying to gather up as many
people as possible.
Now you'll be coming, shall I say?
It's a bit short notice, Dot. I've made other plans.
Yes, well, I'm sure you'll do your best to rearrange them.
I mean, I do hope if you ever find yourself in Patrick's shoes,
people would make the effort to come and see you.
We need a new barrel.
All right, Johnny? I want you on feathers.
I want pink ones, I want blue ones, I want bright green ones,
I want anything feathery.
All right. We're going to turn this gaff into a massive tropical peacock.
Tropical peacock. Got it.
Lee, Whit, I want you on costumes and face paint.
I can get face paint from Lily - we paint each other's faces all the time.
Sweet as. I want beads, I want boas, I want body paint,
I want any sort of hat or headwear you can get hold of.
And when I say bright I mean, like, serious headaches, yeah?
It's the cockney carnival, boys and girls.
And your mother is going to love it! Right, there's 60 jib there.
Use it wisely. Double double bright.
There you go.
That's it. Look at you, eh?
Eh? Still got it.
Ready to go?
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-Where are you? Oh.
I've come early, cos I want to have a few words with Patrick before the rest turn up.
-I've brought you an extra pair of hands.
-Where do you need me?
Here, washing fruit, please.
Dot, I just want to say a big thank you for Jim's riser chair.
I mean, it's going to make such a difference to Patrick.
Yes, well, he can't use it. Not no more.
Look, you know this is a bit of an undertaking, don't you?
I hope that you and Denise are doing the right thing.
Yeah. Oh, excuse. Patrick! Look who's here to see you. It's Dot.
Look at you. You're doing much better than I expected.
-Do you like your riser chair?
Yeah, it's ever so good. Sit yourself down, touch a button
and the next minute you're on your feet like a jack in the box.
And you don't have to ask no-one to help you.
Now, I've got ever so much to tell you about the goings on in the Square.
I just can't believe he'd do something like that.
Why would I make it up?
He lied to me. He looked me in the eye and he lied to me.
I mean what am I? Some sort of mug?
He weren't proud of himself, was he?
He told you though, didn't he?
-And you just had to get involved.
That tart is not our problem, Phil!
No. She's Ian's. And Ian is your mate.
Why do you think I'm doing this, eh?
So do you really think she'll talk?
No, she's desperate. That's what the gear does to you.
Well, Ian's got a lot to thank you for.
But I mean it, Phil. That Rainie - she's someone else's problem.
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Yes, Peter! You good, bro? What's going on, what's going on? Charlie! What's going on brother?
-You come to give us a hand?
-Of course, bro, but first, where is the big man?
Mr Trueman! Welcome back, bruvver! You are looking swaggerlicious, man!
You putting me to shame.
Something is smelling good in there - I'm going to go give them
a hand and let you catch up with Alfie here.
Hey, hey, hey! Look who's back in the house!
Paddy, how are you, mate? Nurses had enough of you terrorising them, have they?
-Seriously, mate, it's good to have you back.
-There you go, Alfie, get that down your neck.
-Lovely. To you.
It's not too much for you, is it?
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-I'll get it.
Sorry we're late.
Oh, I completely forgot!
-Um, we'd arranged for an update.
I'm sorry, my mind's been all over the place.
Can we come in?
We're just having a bit of a family do at the moment.
It's entirely my fault. Can you come back tomorrow?
-Yes, of course.
-Perhaps you could come to us.
-Has there been some news, or something?
Is it me, or does Emma know something?
Do you think someone's come forward after the appeal?
Let's just wait and see what they say tomorrow, yeah?
Come on, let's get the food sorted.
Well, I think Patrick's looking quite perky.
Only a matter of time till he's in the Queen Vic, dancing the night away.
I don't know, he just still seems a bit shaky on his feet, that's all.
But he's not half as bad as my Jim was.
-Mind you, he'll still need support.
-Yeah, you're right, Dot. I'll get Kat to bring the twins round.
-By then we might have changed their names from Bert and Ernie, you know.
Either put a smile on his face or drive him round the bend, one way or another.
Here we go folks, food's ready!
Right now Patrick and Dot, you two have table service.
The rest of you - go fight it out in the kitchen.
Dot, sit yourself here, love. Go help yourselves, guys.
Lovely, thank you, Ian.
You know In a funny sort of way, we're lucky, Patrick.
You, cos your stroke ain't so bad and you've got Ian
and Denise running round after you.
And me, because, you know, I always thought that
when I was older that I'd get edged out.
But I've still got friends, and then I've got my grandson, Charlie.
So we don't have to be lonely, do we?
This. It's exactly what he needed. Well, for everything really.
Do you know what, we'll have plenty of times like this.
We've got a wedding to sort out, haven't we?
Besides, I'm getting a taste for this stuff.
Dad. Where's Mum?
I used me nut, she's in the kitchen.
All right, I've got her on food.
Now, that's what I'm talking about, son.
I know it's not exactly carnival, but this is Mum we're talking about.
It's quality. She's going to love it. Johnny boy, how you getting on?
Wow! It's like a big massive feather duster.
-Only flat. But better.
I thought we was nearly there? You wanted somebody adventurous.
We wanted someone who put their family first.
Yeah, but he's got to be smart. But not geeky with it.
Is this my cousin we're talking about? If it is, he's got to love a night out.
-And try and slip that millionaire gene in there somewhere, yes!
-Shouldn't be hard.
-Get down, get down!
Er, the filter's making that funny noise again. Can you come and have a look?
Course I will, darling.
Ahem! Better luck next time!
It ain't a competition.
That's what losers say.
Obviously they saw the right outfit on the right model.
-That's a joke.
-Did anyone ask you?
Well, I dunno, you're so loud, it's really hard to tell.
-She's got a point. Have you looked in a mirror?
and I'll have a little look at my reflection in your head.
Boom! Bald jokes. Sophisticated.
-You're so mature, ain't you?
You are well up yourself, do you know that?
And you are so killing me with your witty banter, Bianca.
You know what, Tel, I can't be bothered with this.
-You're walking away?
-Yes, and what?
-I ain't finished talking to you!
-Oh, go home, Terry!
Seriously - good work, Dad.
Do you think so?
Have you not seen the look on Patrick's face?
He does look like he's enjoying himself.
How about you?
Yeah. Surprisingly good.
Everyone, just listen up a sec.
I just want to, just say on behalf of all of us - welcome back, Patrick.
We have missed you.
Yay! Hey, yay!
Um, look, while you've all got a glass in your hand,
there's someone else we still miss.
Badly. And always will.
But, as you can see,
we're starting to get back to remembering how to enjoy ourselves.
So, Lucy "party the night away" Beale, I'm sure you'd approve of that. So...
Patrick, Denise, me, Peter, Bobby - a new family,
but with my little girl, Lucy, still at the very heart of it.
I ain't finished with you.
Where are the kids?
Oh, so now you're playing hard to get, are you, eh?
Nothing to be scared of. Just a couple more steps.
Right, now, what I want you to do is turn to your right.
That's it, right, ready?
Wow. It's so... bright!
It's the Carters' Cockney Carnival, ain't it?
Listen, forget about that Notting Hill, it's all about Walford.
What do you think?
Yeah, I love it.
-Get down there, you great lump. Whit'll be home any minute.
-Take it I ain't staying, then.
Look, we've been doing this for two months.
-I'm not saying I want to get married, but it'd be nice to have a Chinese.
-I like it the way it is.
Friends with benefits and all that.
Friends? Booty call, more like. But then again with a booty like this, I ain't surprised.
See, it's fun. Why spoil it?
Anyway, did you see her face - that Donna?
Dopy cow! She ain't got a clue, has she?
-Yeah. It was funny, actually.
-Right, listen, I'm going to go over and then you follow, yeah?
Don't want people to see us together now, do we?
See you, Dot.
Uh, listen up, guys, listen up, listen up -
I think we're going to call this party to an end.
-Oi, don't go shooting the messenger.
-It's your house, you muppet!
I know it is, but I have been reliably informed that there
is another party taking place in the Queen Vic right now.
So I think we should carry it on over there.
For those of you who don't want to carry it on, take a doggy bag and as much food as you can carry,
otherwise it's going on the specials board in the caff.
See you in the Queen Vic in five minutes.
-No, we're going to call it a day.
-Yeah, it's just Patrick.
-What're you talking about? Shtoom!
-Paddy's coming with us.
-No, I'm not so sure.
-Come on, we can't leave him, can we?
-I don't know.
-Just for the one! Come on.
-Yes! Be fine.
We'll have him over there, drive the old ladies crazy, back in 20 minutes before you know it.
All right, all right. Paddy, down to you, mate - what do you say?
Yeah, man! That's how it goes! Right, come on, Paddy, got to get you in the chair now, mate.
Ready? You going to get the beers in?
Right, you. Last chance.
Are you absolutely, definitely,
positively sure that that is the father of our child?
I don't know.
Don't say that! I thought you did know.
Oh, I do know! I mean I don't know him. At all.
Well, we know he's rich. And he's an amazing cellist.
I mean, seriously, we both like him. What's the problem?
No, we both like a ten-line description of him.
We've got no idea who he really is. And we never will.
I dunno, eh? Some people ain't got a drop of style about them,
have they, eh? Ha-ha!
Having a little joke with you.
What are you like?
Dad. Stop trying so hard. It ain't working.
L. I can't bear seeing you like this.
You seem so sad.
Usually, I'd know what to do but I just...
I just feel like I'm losing you.
Oh, it's not you, Mick. I'm just not myself.
I know it ain't right, especially when you've gone to all this effort.
-No, look, Mick. Really, don't worry about me. It's nothing.
These things never last, do they?
Thank you, thank you! Thank you.
I promise, I'll pay you back, I promise. Thank you!
That's not why I called.
-Shut up. Shut up!
What you doing? Get off!
Watch out ladies, Paddy's back! That's it, down we go.
Second gear, second gear. Into third gear, into third gear.
OK, up here? All right, pull it back there like that.
You going to do this all night? Why don't you just come and have a drink with me?
Are you joking? I'd rather drink alone, thanks!
Right. Suit yourself.
Patrick! Paddy's in the house!
Here we go!
Paddy's back in the house!
The man is here. He's back.
Right, Paddy, let's get you sorted down here, mate. Lovely.
Dot, I can't...
It's about time you looked after her.
Now all we've got to do is put your credit card details in,
fire up your ovens and wait nine months.
It's not that simple, though, is it?
Well, no. It's the morning sickness and backache...
I meant AFTER the pregnancy.
I agree to this and I'm agreeing to raise a child without a dad.
All they're going to have is a few paragraphs of information.
And when they ask me, "Why haven't I got a daddy like all my friends?"
I'm going to have to say it's cos of me.
Listen, you - it will be OK!
Really? How can you be so sure?
-What can I get you?
bottle of lager for me, please, red wine for Dee
and a fruit juice for Patrick.
You having a good night, are you?
Yeah. It was um, you know... Patrick.
How about you?
Oh, the best.
There you go. That was a success, wasn't it?
Yeah. And you know what else?
Oh, please! You two, get a room or something - what's the matter with you?
Can I have a word please, L?
-Can it wait? I'm rushed off my feet here.
-No. It's important. Come here.
Listen to me. I've been a tool.
And you've been incredible to just be able to get on with things.
And I would be a mug if I couldn't see the damage I've done.
Just let me finish, please.
I'm not usually the type to let a mate down.
But if I have to choose between his family and mine,
then I'm sorry, but there's absolutely no contest.
I'm going to tell Ian. Either he tells the truth...
..or I will.
IAN: To you, Paddy!
Thanks for yesterday. That really meant a lot to Patrick.
Oh, and that speech that you gave for Lucy, that was lovely.
I meant every word of that, OK?
I really do think this is the start of better things for all of us.
Right. I'd better get off to the police station. Peter'll be waiting.
-Yeah, and I'd better go and see to Patrick before that social worker gets here.
It's just...the first time I'm looking after Patrick on my own.
You'll be great. As you always are, OK?
But listen - anything he needs, OK? We cope together.
-See you in a bit.
You were up early.
If you're not sure about this...
So I just keep lying for Ian, putting us through the wringer?
We've been through worse.
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No. I've got to do this.
Oh! Sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me today. I'm...
I know why you wanted a shave today.
You wanted to look your best
so you could flirt with that social worker.
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Oh. Oh, sorry, I was just giving Patrick a shave.
Oh. He's settling in all right, yeah?
Yeah, he's great. Really good to have him back where he belongs.
Yeah... Ian about?
No. He popped out to the police station.
Getting an update on the case.
I need to have a word with him.
Is there anything I can help with?
Just tell him I need to see him.
You've got to admit it, Emma seemed pretty pleased with herself yesterday.
Must be getting in the carnival spirit.
Something's happened, OK? It's going to be good news.
Peter, this is just a routine update.
OK? Don't go getting your hopes up.
Someone's in a good mood.
It's not all doom and gloom in this job, you know.
Is there any news?
DI Keeble will fill you in.
So there is some news?
DI Keeble's waiting inside.
What you doing?
Oh, looking for money?
Yeah, course you are.
Dexter and Ava.
Who are they?
Dexter's my lodger.
Where does he sleep?
On the sofa.
So where is he now, then?
He's with his mother, Ava.
What do you want for breakfast?
What aren't you telling me?
Right, so you keep framed photos of all your lodgers, do you?
It's just a photo.
Come on, who is he?
Oh, I get it. He's your toy boy!
You dirty old cow.
Get your mind out of the gutter.
He's my grandson.
I know you found the appeal difficult, but we had
a positive response so I hope you'll think it was worth it in the end.
We received 87 phone calls, which has led to a significant
number of new leads.
All of which are being followed up by my officers.
I don't want to raise any expectations.
Come on. You must be able to tell us something.
All I can say is that the same name did crop up a few times
for the man in the beanie seen in the footage of Lucy on the bus.
-Do we know him?
-Have you arrested him?
I can't tell you his name at this stage.
And identifying him is just one step in the enquiry.
We can't go jumping to conclusions.
Yeah, but if you know who he is...
If you'll excuse me a moment.
I had Ava when I was 18.
At first, I didn't tell anyone I was pregnant.
I gave her away.
Dexter's Ava's son.
Aw, and you all lived happily ever after.
Trust me, it ain't no fairytale.
But I'm guessing it's 100 times better than my life's been lately.
And I suppose Tanya knew about this?
-But I wasn't important enough to tell?
You sent your sponsor to talk to me.
-What was I supposed to do?
-Oh, so it's my fault now?
What is it you want from me?
Apparently, it only takes five minutes.
That's more than most blokes.
You guys all set for Insemination Day?
Sounds a little bit like a disaster movie.
You haven't changed your minds, then?
Who is going to be mum and who is going to be dad?
I can't do this.
What did I say this time?
Still got a few friends, then.
Charming. Must be the company you're keeping.
How do you know her?
Looks like she crawled out of the gutter.
She's my daughter.
If you know who killed Lucy, you should tell us.
I thought your job was to help us.
DI Keeble should be the one to tell you.
Right, so there is something?
..the man in the footage with Lucy is our man.
Who is it?
Who is it?
The man on the bus. He's a suspect.
He's the man that killed Lucy, right? You've found him?
That's not what we were led to believe.
The man in the footage holds particular interest for us.
We thought we'd identified him.
But it turns out we were wrong.
I'm sorry your hopes were falsely raised.
You're sorry. Is that it?
You drag us down here, you give us false hope, you disappoint us again
and that's all you've got to say?
Look, I understand that this is upsetting for you, and I promise you...
What? What can you promise us? That you're going to find my sister's killer?
Can you promise that?
So, what's wrong with her? Drugs?
Must have been hard for you, having a daughter like that.
I don't need your pity.
It isn't pity. It's understanding.
Kids give you nothing but misery. Occasional bit of joy.
But not enough to make up for the misery.
But you have to love them anyway.
Stand up for them when they screw up. Which they always do.
Bit hard standing up for 'em when they ain't around.
Oh, she'll be back.
I doubt it.
When she needs money for the next fix?
I'm not funding Rainie's habit any more.
Yeah, I bet.
What is it? The usual? Bit of petty thieving?
Is she on the game?
Yeah. Saw a lot of that down the estate.
Some days, couldn't hardly get out the door without being propositioned.
Mind you, I never partook.
But your Mick did.
When he visited my Rainie.
Are you saying it was that piece of scum who got my Mick in court?
Oh, I think he did that all by himself, don't you?
Spare us some change, please?
Spare us some change, please?
Course. Here y'are.
-You all right?
-Yeah. Thank you.
Time for your pills.
Er...let me do it.
It's OK. It's OK.
I'll do it.
There you go.
KNOCK ON DOOR
Just wait there.
Fiona Payne. Social services.
I thought you was all right about this.
We picked the right man. We're doing the right thing.
What if people that say that
a kid should have a mum and a dad are right?
Where's this suddenly come from? Ain't cos of what Dean said?
I just think that we have to think very carefully
about what we're doing.
That's all. This is a huge decision.
Yeah. One we've talked about. And we've fought about.
And saved for.
And I don't believe for one second that you think lesbians
shouldn't have babies.
So are you going to tell me what this is really about?
I'm scared, all right?
I'm scared I'm going to be a terrible mum.
Right, well, I was a terrible mum. To Zsa Zsa.
Yeah? I mean, really awful.
You and me both know that.
If that's your idea of a pep talk, it sucks.
I WAS a terrible mum, because I wasn't ready.
But I am now. And so are you.
How do you know that?
I don't. I was just trying to make you feel better.
Tina! This is really not helping.
Well, what do you want me to say?
That everything's going to be perfect?
-That we're going to be the most amazing parents? That we're never going to screw up?
All I know is - we're as ready now as we will ever be.
All right! Just don't blame me if they turn out to be a delinquent, all right?
Come on. We'd better go. Don't want to miss the appointment.
They're incompetent. We should sue 'em.
Peter, you just need to have some patience.
I'm sick of being patient.
I'm sick of not being told what's going on.
-I'm sick of not knowing.
-Well, there's no point in getting angry, is there?
-So what are we supposed to do? Sit around while they treat us like idiots?
-No. Of course not.
Peter, I don't have the answers.
OK. I wish I did, but I don't.
They're never going to find who did it, are they?
Ah! Sounds like you've thought of everything.
-You'll get those handrails fitted in the next couple of days?
They come in any colour, as long as it's grey.
There is a whole range of support available.
Help with getting Patrick in and out of bed. Washing him.
Dressing him. Feeding him.
I know. It's just...
You know, I think we can manage all that ourselves.
You're absolutely sure, Denise?
OK. What about Meals On Wheels?
The food is actually quite good these days.
They've got some celebrity chef in, to jazz things up a bit.
Well, my partner's a chef, so...
Oh, well, looks like you really do have everything under control.
Patrick... I'm so sorry.
Hey. How do I look?
What you dressed up for?
It's my trial at Blades. Remember?
Oh, yeah. You look nice.
Peter, you all right?
No. Not really.
The police got our hopes up about Lucy, but it turned out to be nothing.
-They should just stop looking. And I don't even care any more.
-Oi! Don't say that.
The police have got to find out who killed Lucy.
Why don't you just go to your trial? You don't want to be late.
The police know what they're doing, you know. Just trust 'em.
I thought the medication stopped the incontinence.
Well, it's a common misconception.
The reality of caring for someone at home after a stroke is often
very different to what people expect.
Yeah. Well, maybe I should take some of that support after all.
Trust me, what happened was a completely normal occurrence.
And don't beat yourself up about it.
But if you're worried about anything,
if Patrick's needs change - we can help.
Call any time.
Now, it's clear you care for Patrick very much.
And this is a great place for him to live in.
-I'm in here.
All right? Nancy said it was OK to come up. What's so urgent?
The thing is, Ian... Sit down, sit down.
There's no easy way to say this, so I'm just going to say it. Um...
I can't keep lying for you over this prostitute thing.
Because it's got out of hand.
Mick, you promised me.
I know. And usually I'm a man of my word.
But I thought it was going to stay in the court.
-I didn't know it was going to go public.
-So what are you going to do? Dump me in it?
-I'm sorry, Ian.
You're just going to have to tell Denise the truth.
-But she'll leave me.
-You don't know that.
You reckon she'll stay with me?
You're going to have to talk to her. Be honest with her.
Do everything in your power to stop her from walking.
Hiya. You all right?
I'll break out the chocolate, shall I?
-KNOCK ON DOOR
Just thought I'd pop in. See how Patrick's getting on.
Oh. Better late than never, I suppose.
He's just through there.
You fancy a cuppa?
You ain't got anything stronger, have you?
Tea'll be fine.
Expect you're wondering why I ain't been to see you.
I could say it's because I don't like hospitals. I don't.
But that'd be an excuse.
I could say all sorts about being too busy yesterday.
But it'd all be a load of flannel.
Truth is - I behaved badly towards you before.
So, I just want to say I'm sorry.
And if you want me to go, I'll understand.
-Don't know about you...
..but I could do with a drink.
Emergency rations. In case of disapproving hosts.
Oh! I needed that.
Rainie's back on the scene.
What do you think you're doing?
For medicinal purposes.
OK. Visiting hours are over.
I'll catch you later, Patrick.
All they ever do is just raise our hopes.
They thought they'd found someone, but...
guess what? It's not them.
Maybe they should just stop looking.
I didn't mean it like that.
It's just, I...
I just... I wish I could block it all out.
You can't, though, can you? Because it just never goes away.
You know, sometimes, sometimes I wake up
and I just want to pack a bag and just...take off.
To be fair, I have, I have felt like that before.
You should come with me.
-Yeah. Me and you. Travelling round the world.
-It's not such a crazy idea, is it?
Uh...this is wrong.
-No, it's not.
-No, yes, yes, it is. Cos you're with Lola.
-And I'm with Dean.
-You've been with him for, like, a week.
OK, then - you and Lola? And what about little Lexi?
We should be together. Because...
-No, no, don't. Please. Do not.
-But it is true.
-Do not say it.
It's true. Look, I love you.
OK, I don't love you.
Not in that way, anyway.
You don't really love me, either.
No. You don't, OK? You don't. You just think you do.
Because you love Lucy. And I love Lucy.
But that doesn't mean that we love each other.
I'm your friend.
OK? I'm your best friend.
But that's all I'm ever going to be.
I should go.
Hey. Are you all right?
No going back now.
No going back now, Mama T.
You know what would really suit you? Just some lowlights. You know?
If you just dotted it in the colour, it'd look so good.
Trust me, you should do it.
If you could just sweep the floor. And make the tea.
-I'd appreciate that.
-Yeah, I know, but I was just saying that she...
Talking of which - two sugars.
Barrel needs changing.
Yep. I'm all over it.
Hello, again. You all right?
You all right?
You couldn't shout us a drink, could you?
-What are you doing here?
-Who are you?
I know who you are. And what you are.
-Oh, get a life.
-Now you are going to turn round, leave quietly
and go back home to your mum.
-Get your hands off me, you dirty old pervert!
Oh, that explains everything. Must run in the family.
-Perverts, the lot of you.
-What's she on about?
She's high on drugs. Ignore her. Come on, you. Out.
I don't want no trouble. I just want some money.
Don't we all, darling? Now, go on. Get out.
-You don't remember me, do you?
-I've never seen you before in my life.
But you have. You just never noticed me.
At the court.
Yeah. That's right. I'm the one your husband paid for sex.
Shut up, you liar.
You sure about that?
You've got a nerve coming here. To my home.
I just - just give me some money and I'll go.
I don't want to cause you no trouble.
Please. I just need some money, that's all.
You'll get nothing here.
-You'll help me out, right?
What is she doing here?
What? You know her?
I just want some money. That's all. And then I'll go.
You owe me.
I don't owe you nothing.
You slept with me.
We both know that ain't true, don't we?
-That's not what you told the court.
He lied. To protect a mate.
What? You went along with it?
-It was my decision.
-And I stood by him.
-Just look at you.
As if anyone would believe that I would pay for you.
A cheap, dirty excuse of a woman.
I mean, just look at the state of you.
So, do yourself a favour,
get out and go back to the gutter, where you belong.
I... I need some help. That's all.
Yeah, I know.
BICYCLE BELL RINGS
Bit of a struggle getting him up the stairs.
But he's out like a light now. Where've you been?
I just needed to clear my head.
Right. Is everything OK?
The police thought they had news, but it turned out it wasn't important.
-It just wound Peter up.
You did tell him not to get his hopes up, didn't you?
Well, you know what he's like, once he gets an idea in his head.
Wonder where he gets that from, eh?
How did it go with the social worker?
Yeah...yeah. It was good. They've offered us all sorts of help.
But I said we can manage.
Oh, and Mick called round to see you earlier, he wanted to talk to you.
Seemed kind of urgent.
Uh, yeah, I caught up with him a while ago.
What did he want?
He just wanted to talk about this prostitute business.
Oh, that. It makes my skin crawl.
Yeah, erm...apparently things hadn't been that good between them.
-Oh, what, and that makes it all right, does it?
You've got to admire Linda for sticking by him.
More fool her, ain't it?
Oh, look. Cora's only gone and left her phone, ain't she?
-Called round earlier - finally - to see Patrick.
-I had to throw her out.
Well, she was plying Patrick with booze.
And he seemed really agitated.
Anyway, better go and take this round for her.
It's OK, I'll do that for you.
It's OK, I'll do it, it's fine.
KNOCK ON DOOR
Is Denise in?
No. She's popped out.
-You told her yet?
-Mick, please! Just give us a chance, will you?
Well, you'd better tell her. Lively. Because the brass you slept with has been in the Vic.
Rainie's here? She's on the Square?
Yeah. It all kicked off and the truth's come out.
Where did she go?
Mick, where did she go?
I don't know.
Is it true?
No, of course not. She's lying.
Is WHAT true?
That was the answer.
Is what true?
Ask your mate in the pub.
-In front of everyone in the pub, says I was scum.
But who's standing tall now
and who's got their face in the gutter?
Anyway, I thought she knew!
Take the afternoon off.
Come on, can we talk about this?
-Come on. Denise, just open the door.
What you doing here?
I don't know, I just...
I thought I'd visit.
-What's up with Denise?
-Nothing. Look, just go inside.
The back door's open. I'll be in in a minute, all right? Denise!
Oh, come on, love, please.
Rainie's told Denise. Mick, what did you say to her?
-Hold up a minute...
-No, Mick, what did you say to her?
I'm sorry, all right. I don't know what to do.
-I mean, Denise is holed up in the shop.
-So you go and talk to her.
She won't open the door.
At least, she won't open the door to me.
Oh, no, listen, listen. I've got myself in enough aggravation.
-Yeah, I know, Mick, I know...
-She's not going to want to talk to me, is she?
-She's going to know I've been lying for you.
I don't know what Rainie's said to her.
She could have said I'm a long-term customer or something.
I need to tell Denise that it was a one-off mistake.
Oh, come on, Mick, please, I'm desperate.
Don't get involved.
Right, I've got five missed calls here from Gina.
What are you playing at, Cindy?
I mean, do they even know you're here?
'Course. They're probably just checking I arrived.
-Right, well, you need to go.
-Go? I just got here!
Now's not a good time, OK?
Denise, please, don't do anything stupid, OK?
I mean, what that woman said, it's not how it seems.
Please just come home and we can talk about this.
-Is Denise OK?
-Why are you here?
I wanted to see everyone. I've been worried about you all.
-Right, and you couldn't call?
-No, I wanted to surprise you.
So if I phone Gina up, that's what she's going to say, is it?
It's not been good there.
Oh, Cindy, when has anywhere ever been good enough for you?
-That's not fair.
-I'm guessing you've had a row, OK?
So you just phone her up and you make peace. Got it?
You wouldn't say that if you knew what they were up to.
I am not their biggest fan, but Gina and your gran,
-they just want to look after you.
-No, they don't!
What you going to say to her, anyway?
I don't know. I'll think of something.
To achieve what, exactly?
The man's lost his daughter.
And where's your daughter, Mick?
Maybe you should spend more time
thinking about what you're going to say to her.
The baby's all they talk about, it's all they think about. I'm just a walking womb.
Maybe it's cos you're not the centre of attention. That's what happens when you have a baby.
If I stay there, it won't be my baby.
Gina wants to adopt it.
Adopt your baby? Gina?
-She's acting like it's hers already.
-Yeah, well, she can't do that.
Pestering. Wearing me down. She even went to see a lawyer.
-Cindy, I am finding this very hard to believe.
This is what always happens when you turn up -
the whole world has to stop spinning. It's drama, crisis, me-me-me.
Well, guess what - I'm having a crisis as well.
You're going to have to wait. Got it?
I'm here to see Mick.
Oh, well, he just...he popped out.
-I can tell him you called if you want.
-No, no. I'll wait.
Nance, can we talk about this, please? I know I've made a rick.
I had my reasons, but can you just....just hear me out?
And please don't even bother following me.
Right, make yourself a sandwich, get yourself a drink.
I know what you teenagers are like. You probably haven't had anything since first thing this morning.
-See you in a bit.
-Where are you going?
I've got things to do, all right?
-What's the matter?
-Nothing. It's just stomach cramps.
Do you know, it's really irresponsible of them
to let you travel like this.
How much longer you got? Another couple of weeks?
It's next week.
I think you're having those Braxton-Hicks contractions.
Nothing to worry about. I'll get you some paracetamol while I'm out.
-Cindy, I've got to, it's important.
Don't leave me alone!
SHE SCREAMS IN PAIN
Whoa, OK, listen!
How long you been having these tummy pains?
-Just go away! Just go away!
There we go.
For the shock.
I know why you want to talk to Mick, but it ain't going to help.
So, how long you known?
Just found out.
That woman. She was in here, and it all kicked off.
In front of the whole pub?
Someone up there's got a funny old sense of humour.
Only a week back, here I was, judging you and...
So why do you think he did it?
I dunno. I mean, that's between you and Ian.
No, not Ian.
I can understand Ian - he's a toerag wanting to get his leg over.
No, Mick. Why would Mick do that for him?
Put you through all that?
Suppose he thought Ian had enough to deal with.
He made a mistake. I'm sorry.
It's none of my business,
but maybe it ain't Mick you should be talking to.
Why don't you take yourself home, sort this out?
He's probably sat there, worried half to death, hating himself.
Oh, I do hope so.
CINDY WAILS LOUDLY
Right, I've just picked up the messages from Gina.
She reckons your waters broke this morning.
No, that's what she says. That they broke this morning
and by the time it took her to phone the maternity ward, you'd gone.
Cindy, what were you thinking? Coming all this way like that?
I told you what it's been like there.
I told you what she was doing. Were you even listening?
-You could have called me!
-What would you have done?
I'd have tried to speak to her.
Tell you what, I'll give her a call, we can sort this out.
-I don't want to go back. I'm never going back!
-Fine, we'll discuss it later.
But I need to know how long you've been having these contractions.
That's not what they are.
All right, these tummy pains, then,
-cos I think you're in an early labour.
-All right, just listen, how long?
-I don't know! I don't know!
-Come on, Cindy, you must know!
-On the train.
-They started on the train.
-Which train were on? What time?
I don't know, seven something. Seven.
You've been having these contractions for five hours?
What have you been doing all day? How did you get here in this state?
I don't know. I just knew I had to. I had to.
-They're coming again! They're coming again!
It's all right, just listen, just focus on me, OK? Just listen.
Right, we're going to let this pass
-and then we're going to get in the car, OK?
You got that? Yeah? Just breathe.
OK, go. But I'm just going to keep following ya.
Get it through your thick skull that I do not want to talk to you!
OK, well, then, how about I just... plot here...and we just sit?
I'm going to be straight with you, Nance, I'm struggling here.
I made a mistake. And I hold my hands up.
And I wish you hadn't seen what you saw in the pub,
but I can't help but think this is a little bit of an overreaction, no?
Do you hate all women, then, or is it just the sad, damaged ones?
I don't hate women. I'm not particularly fond of that one.
Cheap, dirty excuse for a woman, you called her...
-If you knew what she'd done...
-I don't care what she's done.
You don't speak to people like that.
Least of all some defenceless little crackhead.
I'm sorry. I was angry and I lost it.
I'm sorry you saw that and you had to hear that.
What is this really about?
I think it's about seeing who you really are.
-You know who I am. I'm your dad.
-Yeah, you are.
And to think I've always been so proud of you, my dad,
a cut above the rest, a proper gent.
Well, what kind of gentleman lies to his family
and throws a broken woman out on the street?
You tell me, Dad,
cos you ain't the only one struggling to understand here.
CINDY GASPS IN PAIN
-Is it easing? Has it stopped?
Your bag's in the car. The car's outside.
We need to get going before you have another one of these. Up you come.
-Cindy! What are you doing?
-I'm not going to hospital!
No, listen to me, love. The baby's on its way.
We need to get you somewhere safe. Now come with me.
You touch me and I'll scream and I'll bite
and I'll scratch your eyes out!
You are impossible, just like your mother!
Have you got any idea what I'm giving up, being here with you?
No, you haven't! And it's pointless, cos you won't even let me help!
-I'm not having this baby!
-I've got news for you.
You're way past the point in which you get a say in the matter!
Nothing's changed, Nance.
I'm still me, I'm still your dad.
You know I wouldn't carry on like this behind your back.
I've defended you - I've nearly had a fight over this.
And you were right.
When those people were saying I'd done wrong, you was right.
Yeah, why do I feel like this? I feel like I've been mugged off. And for what?
So you could protect some nasty little perv?
I just can't believe you'd lie to me.
I didn't lie to you.
No? All right.
That time when you was all suited up.
Said you was going for a meeting with the bank manager.
Is that true?
And when Cora baited you up in the pub,
and Mum said she just got mixed up or something. You agreed.
You lied. Mum lied.
Don't blame your mum, OK? It was my call.
We talked it through. She promised she was going to keep shtoom.
-It hasn't been easy for her.
-Why did you do that to her, then?
For someone that you barely know.
Because I thought it was the right thing.
And it wasn't, and I got it wrong, but I gave Ian my word.
No, it's not my daughter. All right, can you just send an ambulance?
Every couple of minutes or so. And a midwife, as well.
Hold on, it sounds like she's having another one.
I dunno, hang on.
Last one was two and a half minutes ago.
So what does that mean?
Right, what are we talking here?
Are we looking at five minutes? Five hours?
Just hurry up and send an ambulance.
SHE WAILS LOUDLY
-What are you playing at?
-I shouldn't have come.
No, too flamin' right you shouldn't have come here.
-You hate me.
-Oh, Cindy, look, come on, love.
Look, don't be ridiculous, I don't hate you.
Please, make it stop. It hurts so much.
I wish I was dead. I wish I was dead, like my mum.
No...no, you don't. Look, listen to me. Listen to me.
Listen to me, love. Everything's going to be fine, OK?
You're just having a baby. It's going to be really soon.
What if it kills me?
No, hey, listen. Listen, hey, it's not going to kill you.
I killed my mum!
-No, listen, come here, come here, listen.
No, no, you didn't kill your mum, OK.
A blood clot killed your mum, and listen, trust me on this,
you haven't got a blood clot.
You're just going to be having a baby, OK?
And it's going to be fine.
Everything's going to be fine, all right?
-I need to push. Should I push?
Do you really think this is how I thought it was going to pan out?
I thought I'd have half an hour in court,
rap on the knuckles, a fine and off I trot.
Yeah, and when it started to go wrong...
If I had told you, you'd have had to make a decision.
-Same as your mum. You lie for Ian or you lolly him up.
You think I couldn't handle that?
I've made some bigger decisions than that in my life.
Yeah, and they worked out well, didn't they?
-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that.
-No, no, no, you should.
Cos now we're really getting to the heart of the problem.
-And that is you treating me like a kid.
-Well, you are a kid.
And you're my kid. And you will always be my kid.
And you don't like your dad at the moment? Tough.
That's another decision you didn't get to make.
But I refuse to apologise for making a decision
without calling on a family meeting.
What, even if it blatantly affected all of us?
What was I supposed to say?
"By the way, our neighbour's been nicked for kerb crawling by the Old Bill.
-"How do you feel about your old man taking the rap?"
-Don't patronise me.
I'm not patronising you. I'm asking you a question.
I don't want to fall out with you, Nance.
You tell me what you want me to do, I will do it.
Because it requires an understanding that I'm not a child any more.
It requires a bit of respect.
There is no-one who respects you more than I do.
No, there's no-one who loves me more.
There's actually a really big difference.
Cos, if you respected me,
you'd have come to me along the line and laid out the problem.
Said, like, "Ian Beale's screwed up, his daughter's dead,
"he's in a big bit of bother,
"and here's what I think we could do to help him."
And maybe I'd have thought you was a mug, but maybe I wouldn't.
and maybe I would've respected you.
And even if I didn't,
at least I would have known you respected me enough to tell me.
Do you know what, Nance?
That's exactly what I should have done.
'They'll come again, won't they?'
Yeah, they will.
But we'll get through it together, you and me, yeah?
Just remember what the woman said to you about...
Breathe through your contractions, and pant when you want to push.
Listen, Cindy. I want to apologise to you for...
-After Lucy died.
-You don't have to.
-No. I do. I want to explain to you.
-No, really, you don't...
No, please. Just hear me out, all right.
Look, I was angry with you because of what you said to the police.
About the drugs. But I shouldn't have been.
Because you were telling the truth.
And I got angry with you at the funeral
because you kept going on about the alibi and...
Look, now everyone knows where I was the night Lucy was killed.
And that's why Denise locked herself in the shop.
I was somewhere I shouldn't have been.
Right, ambulance is on its way, all right,
I've left the front door open, I've got the towels ready and everything.
SHE SCREAMS It's all right, I'm here, darling. I'm here.
It's OK, it's OK. Just get yourself comfy, that's it.
All right, just remember what she said.
Remember what she said, all right. Just breathe.
-I need to push! I need to push!
-No, no, no, you can't do that, no.
-Hello, are you still there? Right, yeah, listen to me.
She's saying she really needs to push.
Right, OK, yeah. Yeah, I can do that, yeah.
Uh, right. The thing is, I...
I can see the head.
I just came to see how you are.
Need anything? Tea? Coffee?
What you doing?
I'm waiting. I'm waiting for him to leave.
Look, I know it's not my place,
but you don't know what state of mind he was in when he...
I mean, he's had some sort of breakdown before now, hasn't he?
I really think you should talk to him first.
Oh, no, no. I'm not talking to him. I'm not saying a word.
I'm going to wait for him to leave that house, then I'm going to go in,
pack a bag and go.
OK, and Patrick?
We'll be fine. Be hard, but we'll manage.
It's not like I ain't been here before, is it?
I'd rather pluck my eyes out than live with a man I can't trust.
Even if he's only let you down the once?
Oh, no, there's never a once. There's only a first.
Nearly there. Nearly there. Cindy, you're doing brilliantly, love.
You're doing brilliant, Cindy, you're doing brilliant.
The head's nearly out. Yeah, what do I do?
Do I grab it?
All right, so not until the head's fully out,
OK, yeah, I've got that, I've got that.
Cindy, you're doing brilliantly. Just keep breathing in.
That's it, keep panting. Nearly there. Nearly there.
It's coming out. It's coming out!
Is it OK? Is it all right?
You've got a little girl.
Beautiful little girl.
Well done, you.
-A baby? You sure?
-I just seen the midwife outside.
Must have been that Cindy girl he had living there.
She'd be due about now.
Explains why Ian ain't been ringing me every five minutes.
Probably got his hands full.
I took your advice. And I tracked Nancy down and everything's cushty.
-Is that all you got to say?
Well, what do you want me to say, Mick?
Cleared up a bit of your own mess and now you want a medal?
Cover the bar. I've got one of my heads.
She's had a baby girl.
Don't know how she got here yet, but she's here.
A little girl - that's great, isn't it?
Anyway, I thought I'd let you know, you know, in case you was worrying.
It's just when I saw that ambulance and I thought it was you.
No, don't you worry, no.
Don't worry about a single thing.
PATRICK TRIES TO SPEAK
There's nothing wrong with her, is there?
No, she's perfect.
She's so tiny.
Make the most of it - they grow up quick.
And before you know it...
You know, when I was away,
I never stopped thinking about you all...about Lucy.
Just every time I went to pick up the phone...
I dunno, I just got scared.
Why do you come here, Cindy?
Well, like, I said, my nan, Auntie Gina and...
No, forget about them.
All right, you could've come here at any time, but you came today.
You came here today.
What is it? Come on, you can tell me.
-It's stupid, cos it can't be true...
-No, come on, just tell me.
Tell me anything.
Been...thinking about my mum a lot.
And when I'm here...I...
I feel close to her.
I dunno why that is.
It makes it feel like...like home.
And why does that upset you?
Cos it's not my home, it's not - everyone hates me...
No, they don't.
I'll tell you now, that's not true.
Look, you remind me of one of my favourite people ever.
Now she was a tough, no-nonsense old bird,
always had an opinion,
guaranteed to rile people up and she never took a backwards step.
All right, now this place was...
This was her house. This was her home.
As far as I'm concerned, it's your home too.
I'm going to look after you, OK?
I'm going to look after you.
-I don't know what to say...
-You don't have to say anything.
I forgive you.
Your mum's on the blower.
She reckons she's sprained her ankle.
Probably twerking, knowing Elaine.
I don't want to speak to her.
Well, what shall I say to her?
I dunno. I'm sure you'll think of something. You always do.
How's Cindy doing?
Yeah, she's fine, she's... running rings around the nurses.
And the baby?
Yeah, she's... She's tiny.
Cindy wanted a picture of her mum,
so I said I'd take one in for her later.
You... You not going to work?
I've asked Shabnam to cover.
How did you sleep?
Well, I didn't. I've had loads of things racing through my head.
Like I must have lost my mind.
You see, forgetting, that's one thing.
When even the thought of you and that woman makes me feel sick.
I mean, you haven't even told me why you did it.
Do we have to drag all this up again?
Oh, I think I've got a right to know
who I've been sleeping with, don't you?
So, why Rainie?
She accosted me.
Yeah, you must've been terrified.
How many times are we talking here? Was it once?
Twice? Half a dozen times?
It was once.
With Rainie maybe. But how many others were there?
Look, I swear to you. It was the first and only time.
Did it, like, give you a thrill when you was handing over the cash
and then following her down some back alley?
It wasn't like that.
So, why did you do it?
-I don't know.
-Did you use protection?
Of course I did.
And then what?
I drove around for a bit and then I came home.
And got into my bed?
I showered first. And washed my clothes...
Well, that's what I like about you, Ian.
You're nothing if not methodical.
You're going to have to have a word with Roxy.
KNOCK AT DOOR
-I'll get it.
-She's been pestering me all morning.
All she's got to do is send out some wedding invites.
It's hardly rocket science, is it?
I couldn't stand it a minute longer.
Well, what's happened?
Oh, how was George?
Looking more like his mum every day.
-Licking her wounds.
I've really messed up, Shirl.
Look, I know you're angry
but you've got to remember that Mick was just trying to protect Ian.
And what about me? Don't I need protecting?
Well, of course you do, darling.
Weeks I've had people whispering in corners.
Slating me for standing by a man who sleeps with hookers.
Do you know what I had to do yesterday?
Lie to Denise's face whilst she stood there
and poured her heart out.
And where was Mick? He should be sorting this out, not me.
I can't do this any more.
Wasn't I enough for you. Is that it?
I mean, I know we haven't exactly been ripping each other's
clothes off, but... I just thought it was
because we were comfortable with each other, you know.
But turns out you were getting your kicks elsewhere.
Please don't say that.
Then what was it, Ian? Because I'm really struggling here.
I was unhappy, I guess.
YOU were unhappy?!
Do you honestly think there weren't days where all
I wanted to do was just run out that door as fast as I could?
But I couldn't. And do you want to know why?
It's because... I am a good person, Ian.
And for some stupid reason I thought I could help you.
Oi, you any idea how much ag your bird's caused?
My bird? Cora's just a friend.
Yeah, well, you tell her from me she ain't welcome in this pub any more.
I wouldn't be too hard on the old girl.
Oh, yeah, and why's that?
Ian's grubby bit on the side. Turns out it's Cora's youngest.
So you can see now why she kicked off like that.
Are you coming in or not?
Hi. You all right?
I was just wondering
if you'd had a chance to think about that apprenticeship?
Can this wait? I've just got a client due any minute.
Yeah. Yeah, of course. I'll talk to you later, yeah?
Do you know what, start Monday.
What? What, are you serious?
Yeah, well, you did really well yesterday.
I might have even underestimated you.
I can't believe it!
You'll be starting at the bottom, mind you. Minimum wage,
doing the stuff none of the other girls want to do.
I don't care. I don't care. I'll do it for free if I have to.
Not for free... Thank you.
All right, go and celebrate.
Just take it easy, I need you here first thing, OK?
Yes, boss. Thanks, bye.
I've only gone and done it.
I got the job!
I'm just going to go and tell Pops, all right?
There's actually something I've got to tell you.
What? What is it?
I kissed Lauren.
I was going to leave you the week Lucy died.
My suitcase was packed. I'd called the cab.
I saw your suitcase in the kitchen.
Why didn't you say anything?
That way I could pretend it never happened.
Yeah. Well, we've done a lot of that lately, haven't we? Pretending.
How do you mean?
Oh, come on, Ian, let's face it. You were lonely.
I was lonely. And this...
it just suited us both.
There's more to it than that, and you know it.
Think back to when we got locked in the Minute Mart together.
We laughed, we got drunk... Why can't we go back to that?
You really think it's going to be that easy?
Oh, come on, look,
there's got to be something worth fighting for, hasn't there?
And what about them lot out there?
Because they're going to think it's my fault, you know.
Who else knows?
Mick and Linda.
Linda? But she only just found out before I...
Phil. But that's because Rainie was blackmailing me.
Great(!) So that means that Sharon'll know.
Then probably the whole Square.
Denise! Denise! Can we talk about this downstairs?
It's not his fault. He wanted to tell you.
So why didn't he?
-Because he had a stroke.
That's why you wanted to put him in a home, isn't it?
-No. No, it wasn't like that.
You were worried he was going to come out
with your dirty little secret.
And there was me thinking you couldn't stoop any lower.
So what is it about Little Miss Perfect, Peter, eh?
I feel like she's the only one I can talk to.
And what about me?
-Well, you're different.
Because I'm not Lauren.
All right, well, you said it was just a stupid kiss, yeah?
It doesn't mean we have to break up, does it?
I love her.
And does she love you?
I don't know. No. I don't think so.
So, what is the point of all of this, then?
It's unfair... I can't keep stringing you along.
Unfair? You know what's unfair?
Making me feel like I'm second best to some alky.
Look, don't talk about her like that.
I should have seen this coming months ago, you know?
I mean, she's been sniffing round you long enough, ain't she?
Do you know what, Peter?
I only ever tried to make you happy.
And this is the thanks I get.
It's not like you've never made a mistake, is it?
-Oh, I've made plenty.
-Yeah, look at our engagement party for starters.
Really? That was just a stupid little kiss.
Yeah, but I forgave you.
So what, Ian? Are you saying that that makes us even? Is that it?
Who was it?
It doesn't matter.
-Or were you just trying to make me jealous?
-Is it that hard to believe that someone finds me attractive?
It was Arthur.
Arthur Fatboy?! He's just a kid!
Don't you dare try and turn this around on me.
All right. Why?
Because he wanted me, Ian.
Because he made me feel...good about myself.
All right. So we've... We've both made mistakes.
My only mistake is not walking out that door when I had the chance.
-You know what? There you go again.
You're trying to take the moral high ground.
I mean, Denise, face facts, all right? We've both been lying
to each other. We both know the real reason
-why you stayed with me.
-Because I wanted to help you.
No, so that you could save me!
Everyone knows you like nothing better than a lost cause.
I mean, look at your exes, all right? Kevin, Owen, Lucas...
I mean, don't worry. Denise will save them.
-Patience of a saint, that woman.
Is that what I was to you?
Just another piece you could stick back together again?
You'd just lost your daughter.
I couldn't just walk out and leave you.
Do you know what?
I'd rather you'd done that than stayed with me out of pity.
Pity! I stayed with you because I cared about you, Ian.
I still do.
Because that man that made me laugh,
that I kissed in the Minute Mart...
..he was gentle and he was kind.
He was a good man.
-Look, and I'm still all those things.
-No, you're not.
You're a liar and you're a cheat.
I just lost my way, that's all.
There you go again. Trying to make me feel sorry for you.
Well, it's not going to work this time, Ian.
And do you want to know why?
Because while you were out there, getting your rocks off
with that woman,
Lucy...? She was lying dead on the common.
But that's something you've got to live with. Not me.
-So, have you decided what you're going to do?
-I've got some mates.
They're not your mates. They're just scum who take your money.
You don't understand.
What I don't understand...
is why a bright,
beautiful young woman is bent on throwing her life away.
It hasn't been easy for me, you know.
There you go again. Making excuses...
You know what? Just go.
What're you doing?
Score whatever you like. Kill yourself, for all I care.
Get off me.
Because anything's better than not knowing.
Waiting for the phone to ring.
You think I want this?!
You think I don't wake, every single morning, wanting what Tanya has?
Then fight for it!
OK, I'm just going to pack a few essentials, all right?
And we can send for the rest tomorrow.
Denise... Please don't go.
I tell you what, why don't you give Jane a call?
And then she can pick up where I left off.
Oh, no, sorry, that's right. She hotfooted it to Birmingham
the first chance she got, didn't she?
Where you going to go?
Back to Patrick's, of course.
You won't manage on your own.
I haven't got much choice, have I?
Let me help you, please.
No. I don't need anything from you.
The money we'd saved for the wedding.
Look, please just have it.
Keep it. From what I hear, prostitutes ain't cheap nowadays.
It's OK, I can manage.
Before you say anything...
I'm sorry, all right? I didn't think this through properly.
But it's done with now, so we can put all this mess behind us, yeah?
Because I can't stop thinking about how you put me and the kids second.
Do you know what I had to do yesterday?
Sit there and lie to Denise's face, that's what.
-I never asked to be part of any of this
and, yet, here I am still getting dragged into your mess.
-I should've been there for you.
-But you weren't, were you?
Yet again, it was left for me to sort out.
All right. I should've nipped this in the bud weeks ago.
I just need one more chance, please.
To make it up to you and the kids.
I'm nothing without you, L.
Peter... My mum's on the phone. Do you mind if we...?
I split up with Lola.
-I almost forgot. Here you are.
-You don't have to do this.
Oh, yes, I do.
Because you know why?
I deserve so much more than you ever gave me.
-I really should go and talk to Ian.
-Just leave them to fight it out.
He's all yours.
-It hasn't been working for ages.
-I'm still with Dean, though.
That doesn't change anything.
Me and you, though...
Me and you...what?
You should talk to Lola. She'll understand.
I don't want Lola. I want you.
And if that means waiting, that's just what I'll have to do.
Right, let's get you out of that chair, shall we?
PATRICK TRIES TO SPEAK
No, it's all right. Please. Don't.
I just want to pour myself a very large glass of wine
and forget that any of this ever happened.
No. No, no, no.
I'm going to check out the back.
-Are you serious about getting clean again?
-I said I was, didn't I?
Then you can stay here for as long as you need to.
It ain't going to be easy.
Especially with the Carters living across the Square.
That's the least of my worries.
What're you talking about?
It was Ian, all right? Mick had nothing to do with it.
Do you mean to tell me...
..that I stood in that bar and publicly attacked that man
and all the time it was Ian Beale?
What were you thinking?
Ian is better than some of the drunks I end up with.
One bloke punched me so hard he fractured my eye socket.
Right. I'm going to speak to Mr Papadopoulos.
See about you sharing some of my shifts.
What are you talking about?
You're going to need money if you're planning to stick around.
I can even talk to Dot, if you like.
See if she can get you involved in that church of hers.
I... I'd like that.
This marks a clean slate for you and me.
Where you going?
First things first. I'm going to apologise to Mick.
Get us some chips on the way back, will you?
I told Cindy I'd pop in and see her later.
You're no use to anyone in this state.
What am I going to say to everyone?
-You're just going to have to front it out.
-I can't believe I did it.
Look. Why don't you go and have a shower?
Then, come round to ours later for a bit of dinner.
And you never know...
you might even get this one to make one of his famous curries.
It's going to take more than a biryani to sort him out.
Which is why I'm calling Michelle.
You got everything?
Yeah. Where's Lexi?
She's with Pops.
Do you mind if I say goodbye?
No, it'll only confuse her, won't it?
I always knew this was going to happen.
I never was good enough for you, was I?
Here you are, making me go to college when I was quite happy
-doing people's nails.
-It wasn't like that. I wanted...
Just leave it. Oi. I want a word with you.
-Everything all right?
-Yeah, yeah, it's fine.
-I'll see you Monday then, yeah?
Do you know what? I don't know why you keep saying sorry.
If you was sorry, you wouldn't dump me, would you?
-Everything all right with you and Lola?
-Yeah. It's fine.
It's all right, I've got this.
Cora. What can I get you?
I don't want a drink.
I'm here to apologise. To both of you. What I said,
-it was unforgiveable.
-You should've thought about that before you opened your big mouth.
-No, it's all right, Shirl.
-She's every right to be angry.
Do you realise how much grief you caused?
-It's a bit late for that.
I think this has gone on long enough.
Get the old girl a drink. It's on me.
Now, there's a once-in-a-lifetime offer.
I told you things would start getting back to normal didn't I, eh?
Oh, what can I get you?
I just wanted to thank you for our little chat that we had yesterday.
You don't have to thank me.
Oh, no, it meant a lot what you said back there.
I mean, we've both been victims, haven't we, of that woman?
-I don't want any trouble.
Except you're not a victim, are you? Because you've known all along.
-I bet you two have been having a right laugh at my expense.
-It weren't like that.
-What is it, Linda?
Do you get off from playing the martyr? Is that it?
Having the odd cry at Fatblasters... "Oh, look at her. Poor thing.
"She's had a real hard time of it."
If you've got a beef, it should be me, not Linda.
Now, YOU lying to me, I can just about understand, but you?
-I thought you were supposed to be my friend.
Look at you both, eh? Ah, the perfect couple.
Just answer me one question.
Why would he lie for someone that he hardly even knows?
Well, it doesn't say much for your marriage, does it?
Yeah, that's great, thank you.
How's Cindy? Where's Dad?
He's having a shower.
Is everything all right?
Well, I'll let him tell you.
Denise is gone.
Gone where? What's happened?
She... She found out I'd slept with a prostitute.
-Ian, I've packed everything I could think of.
Anything I've forgotten you can get when you're out there.
What are you talking about?
That's your boarding pass sorted out.
Hold on, what are you two going on about?
-We've booked you a flight to go and see Michelle tonight in Pensacola.
Yeah. And she'll pick you up at the airport, OK?
I thought you said, stay here and front it out?
-Just for a few weeks, let the dust settle.
-What about Cindy and the baby?
-You can pop in and see them on the way to the airport, can't you?
-And the restaurant?
Yep. It's taken care of, OK?
What do you want me to say?
Come on, Ian. The car's outside.
Don't listen to Denise.
You will always be my girl.
You know that, don't you?
I'd like a taxi, please.
The Queen Vic, Albert Square.
Going to Watford.
As soon as possible.
I've left my purse behind.
L, where you going?
To see my mum. She's hurt herself, Mick, I should go.
How long you going to be?
I don't know, Mick.
I just need some time.
You're OK, though, yeah?
Yeah. Of course.
Mick comes up with a cunning plan to try and lift Linda's spirits, but will his efforts pay off? Bianca goes to great lengths to hide her secret but not everyone is so keen to keep it under wraps. A markedly different Patrick makes a return to the Square, but how will the Walford residents react?
After realising the impact of his actions, Mick delivers an ultimatum. Ian desperately tries to stop his past from catching up with him but is he too late? Peter has a surprising announcement for Lauren.
With Ian's life falling apart around him, he finds himself in an unexpected situation. Mick has some apologising to do, but will he be forgiven?
Haunted by recent events Linda makes a big decision, while Denise makes a shocking discovery. Rainie makes a promise to Cora but will she keep it? Peter's behaviour stuns both Lola and Lauren.