09/06/2011 EastEnders

-Ah, finally decided to get up did you?

-Been awake for ages.

Shame, shame because you missed Jack.

Yeah, he came to pick Amy up for their play date.

-Oh, I'm gutted.

-Yeah, bet.

-You OK?

-Yeah.

-You sure?

-Definitely.

-OK.

So why did you leave early last night then?

Michael?

-Michael!

-DOOR CLOSES

Postcard from the grave.

Pardon?

That's what some people say about grandchildren.

I think they're wrong, though.

-I think it's a new lease of life.

-Yeah?

Not when it's your turn for the two o'clock feed.

I've been there all right.

Michael didn't sleep through till he was about three.

Bit of a handful was he?

Still is.

Great thing about grandchildren, you know,

all of the fun, and none of the worry.

-Here you are.

-KAT LAUGHS

-TOMMY CRIES

-Oh, sorry.

It's important...

family.

Yeah.

Yeah, it is.

All right?

I dream of the day when they invent a car that don't go wrong.

Well, then you won't have a job.

Well, I said it's a dream.

Phil...

..that support group's happening tonight.

Keep up with their schedule, do you?

No, I just happened to notice. I thought you might want to drop in.

You know, bit of a top-up.

I don't need it, Shirl.

I'm doing all right. OK?

-If you say so.

-I do say so.

Mikey.

I was hoping I'd see you.

Yeah? I was hoping the opposite as it goes.

Don't call me Mikey, all right?

No, right.

I had a great time last night.

Thought I might buy you a drink.

Think again.

Here, your Tommy's a lovely boy.

I just had a bit of a cuddle with him.

I don't want you anywhere near him.

He is my grandson.

He'll get over that.

What d'you want?

Nothing.

Here, darling.

Oh, thanks. I didn't think anyone would want me.

-Well, you're wrong, cos I want you.

-Orange juice.

Have you got time for a cheeky one?

-This is hardly the time or the place, is it?

-A drink.

I know, no I haven't.

-I can see you have.

-It's a break, ain't it?

I've just finished with a client's dodgy pelmets.

-What d'you want Tanya? G&T?

-I'm OK.

-Go on, you'll be all right. Have a little one.

-I said no.

Trace, get us a G&T, small one, and a pint. Cheers.

Dodgy pelmets, eh?

In my case, dodgy floorboards. I need a craftsman's touch.

We've got a fair few things need doing at home.

The bedroom floorboards creak.

It's hardly a loft conversion, is it?

No, but it's all work, isn't it?

-Greg, get yourself one while you're up there.

-All right.

It's your two month anniversary, ain't it?

What is that? Wood chip or Formica?

You might be able to wind him up, but it won't work with me.

-Has in the past.

-I'm not winding you up. Floorboards sound like Dracula's tomb.

If you were a couple of bricks short of a wall, naturally, you'd think of Greg.

He's just the man for it, ain't he? Cheers.

-I said I don't want this, I don't want it.

-Course she does.

-So do I.

This orange juice tastes like orange juice.

-The fact that I'm off it don't mean I can't look.

-It does. What are you here?

Is this some sort of dare?

Oh, fair enough, Tanya. I'll leave you to it.

Actually, Greg, I've got a wall that needs a bit of work.

Don't get yourself legless, will you?

-Remember we're going out tonight.

-Don't worry, I'll look out for him.

You'd do better looking out for Vanessa.

What do you want?

Worried about being seen with me?

Just wondering if you're going later.

-Support group!

-I know.

-No.

-Why not?

Because if I wanted to keep confessing, I'd turn Catholic.

I can close my eyes and I'm back there.

It's not like people think it is, is it?

It's like you've got something that makes the world OK.

It fixes things, don't it?

No-one gets that.

I was hoping to wash my hair before I go.

He's a doctor. What does he care?

-I care!

-It's how you feel you should be worrying about,

-not what you look like.

-I'm not worried.

He'll give me some tablets, sort it out. End of story.

Right, well, get him to give me a ring when you're done,

and don't forget to tell him that you're in a lot of pain, like all the time.

A bit of discomfort, a bit of arthritis. He'll say the same thing.

-Now come on.

-All right, all right.

And don't forget to tell him you fell over.

-I know doctors. I know what to say.

-Have you get everything?

-Yes!

-Have you got your tablets?

-Yes!

-Have you got your bag?

-Yes!

All right!

-What was that for?

-Congratulations!

You're getting engaged. It's brilliant.

It's absolutely brilliant. Let's do a party.

Your birthday next week, we'll do a double celebration. What d'you reckon?

Thing is, we said we'd keep the whole thing low-key.

In fact, we'd agreed not to tell anyone to begin with.

-OK. Shame though.

-You know there's a time and a place.

We're a gay couple. Getting engaged is a bit of an issue.

Are you getting engaged?!

-Congratulations! When's the date?

-We haven't got that far yet.

No, we certainly haven't got that far.

I'm sorry, I know, I shouldn't have said anything. It's just...

-I'm so happy about it.

-I can be happy without telling the world.

You're not going to have one of those long engagements, are you?

-We hadn't really thought about it. Look, Tan, it's a secret.

-Yeah.

Yeah, definitely.

Syed, people are going to have to find out about this sooner or later.

I'd rather it was later.

Look, Rox, he's right, all right?

When you're... When we're ready.

OK.

So what, will you wait till your married to adopt the kid?

Then you'll be a proper family?

-These things take time. You know how it is.

-Rox, just...

I thought things were going a bit better with you and the old bag.

Is there any of our private business you haven't shared with the rest of Albert Square?

-Sy, please...

-Tan, I'll be back for my next appointment, yeah.

-All right.

-Sy!

So, stronger painkillers is that the best you can do?

I told you. It's all I can do.

Useless! What about an operation?

-Not appropriate.

-Why?

The doctors went through this at the hospital.

-There are limitations.

-I'm too old.

That's only part of it, Mrs Simmonds.

I had an operation on the other knee a few months ago.

That was emergency surgery. Unavoidable.

The same doesn't apply to arthritis.

So when you say too old what you really mean is not worth it.

I'll take you back.

I can manage, thank you.

No, you can't.

Everyone gets on in years, Mrs Simmonds. No way round it.

That's your advice, is it? Give up.

Sit in my wheelchair and wait to die?

It's easy for you, isn't it?

Box of pills, pat on the head, job done.

It's not like that.

It is from where I'm sitting.

I don't want to hear it.

No?

Well, guess what, you're going to.

Do you know something, when you and Christian first got together,

you knew what you were up against, didn't you?

But you were in love and you weren't giving up.

You fought for something that was worth having.

It was worth having, wasn't it?

Christian loves you.

He wants to settle down, he wants to have a family.

He's committed to that, he's committed to you.

There is not a lot of that left in this world.

Have a look around. Have a think, Syed.

It's between me and Christian.

And your friends, if they're worth anything.

Look, if you're not up for this whole adoption, relationship thing,

then I would own up right now if I was you,

because once you've adopted that kid and you've had the wedding,

it's all going to be a little bit too late.

I went to the surgery. They never phoned.

The doctor brought me back. Personal service.

That was nice of him. So what did he say?

Oh, I'm all right.

-Just gave me some more painkillers.

-What about the fall?

Well, he took a look, a couple of bruises. Nothing.

OK, good.

So, what's next?

I want my hair done.

That's what's next.

Mmmm, sweat and cheap deodorant.

-That'll be a gym, then.

-That'll be a turn-on.

Yeah. Weird. I like that.

You popped in because?

Because I'm going to the shop

and I just wondered if you fancied anything for later?

No. I'm all right.

Fine.

Rox?

Anything you like, go on you choose. You choose, yeah.

-What is the matter?

-Nothing.

-Why did you leave early last night?

-Business.

-Yeah(!)

-I had a nice chat with your dad.

-Did you? That's nice.

Oh, come on, Michael, come on!

Just meet him halfway.

-Chinese? Tonight?

-Yeah.

Spare ribs. Loads of 'em.

I know they're little jobs and you're a master craftsman,

but I want them done properly, know what I mean?

Obviously. All right, love.

That better be the same pint.

-Well, it's similar, yeah.

-I've been calling you.

-Oh, my phone's on silent.

-I didn't think you'd still be here.

Take the bedroom floorboards.

I'm coming in after a night out with the lads, she's asleep,

I don't want no questions asked, I get undressed on the landing, I creep in, what happens?

Creak, creak.

See? He's on to it like a shot.

I left a G&T when I came.

Oh, yeah, hang on a minute.

-Will you leave him alone?

-What?

-It's not funny.

-Are you sure about that?

Come off it, Tan. It's a mismatch, anyone can see that.

-You're punching well below your weight.

-Yeah?

-Well, I married him.

-I noticed.

-Question is, why?

-Well, for a start he's not you.

I bet she goes like a train, don't she, when her blood's up?

Why don't you say that again?

-It's a joke.

-No, go on, say it again.

-Go on.

-It was a joke.

You've got a mouth on you, has anyone ever told you that?

-Leave it out, come on.

-Hey. Just a bad joke. Out of order.

-It was out of order.

-He didn't mean nothing by it.

-You're all right with it?

What he said about Tanya?

No, I'm not but I'm not going to start a war over it.

-All right, I apologise.

-There you go.

-Takes a man to apologise.

-I don't need your help.

Listen to your old man.

Dads - they know best.

Come here, you.

Stay out of it, yeah?

Stay out of my life.

Oh, will you watch it!

-Oh, sorry! What an idiot.

-It's fine.

What do they say, don't cry over it or something?

-Let me replace it.

-No, no, no, it's fine.

No, I insist.

OK. So...why don't I make us a cup of tea?

-What, round yours?

-Yeah. It's all right. He's out all day.

Good. Michael's in a strop today.

He just had a run in with that... What's his name? Jack's brother?

What, Max? Why? What's happened?

Don't worry, it's sorted.

I think it could cause a bit of bother with Michael,

Eddie being the spare room, that's all.

But it's not Michael's spare room, is it?

Sweetheart, there's history.

I know there is, but I'm not having Michael telling me what to do. Eddie's a nice bloke.

-I know, he's my favourite uncle.

-There you go then.

Exactly.

I'll sort the chips out.

Excuse me, Dr Khan. You saw my gran today.

-Lydia Simmonds?

-Yes.

Yeah, well, all good news, she said.

She's doing well considering her age.

Yeah, but basically she's going to be OK?

Within limits, yes.

Are you in Walford for long then?

Remains to be seen.

Chance to talk things through with Michael, maybe?

Make things right with him.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'd like that.

Like to have another go, anyway.

There's lots to talk over.

Trouble is, he don't seem too keen on talking.

Look, do you...do you want me to have a go?

Can if you want.

DOOR OPENS

Oh, he said he'd be out all day.

What's he doing here?

Cup of tea and a chat.

-Right...I'd best be off.

-No, no, finish your tea.

-I have done.

-So have a beer.

All right with you?

Not so close!

I never thought I'd come to this...

not to be able to do my own hair.

Well, it's like being in a salon.

Except for the third degree burns.

So he's, um...

happy with you, then?

The doctor?

I told you.

-Do you have to go back?

-No point. Nothing wrong.

Got my pills.

It's nice, you know, your robe thing.

Kimono.

Your grandad give it me.

It's very exotic.

You can have it when I'm gone.

We got it off the market.

It's not really my style. You can leave it to Norman.

He gets nothing, waste of space.

When she was ill...

..towards the end...

..that's when your mum needed me most.

I used to do her hair for her.

Just like you done for me.

A mother shouldn't have to bury her daughter.

Do you want a cup of tea?

I tell you one thing,

his taste in women has gone right up the scale.

Yeah? So's my taste in men.

Glad to hear it.

Some of his girlfriends, though, cor, dear me!

Do you remember that, what was her name...

Melanie?

You were 15. She was a punk.

She was a Goth.

Yeah? See, you do remember. Straight from The Addams Family, she was.

I'm surprised you'd ever find her when the lights were out.

Do you want another beer?

No, thanks, love, no. Things to do.

-Another time, yeah?

-Yeah.

She's a treasure.

I know.

BLENDER WHIRRS

DOOR OPENS

My fault, OK? My fault.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. We agreed.

Yeah, we did.

I didn't mean to, it's just Roxy says, "How's things?" and...

it's difficult to keep quiet about something that makes you so happy. Well, it is for me, anyway.

Come on.

You know I love you.

-I know. I just wish that...

-What?

Oh, nothing.

I love you, too.

What you doing, letting him in here?

Why shouldn't I? It's my flat.

-I live here!

-You don't get to decide who I invite up for tea.

-Invite who you like. Just don't invite him.

Michael, come on, he's not that bad. People like him. I like him.

Yeah, he's good at that. He's good at conning people.

-He's had a lifetime practising.

-Michael,

listen, if you...if you just sat down and you talked to him...

No.

You just don't get it, do you?

No, I really don't get it and I'm getting sick of all the aggro.

So why don't you just pull yourself together and tell me what it is he's done so bad.

It don't matter.

Yes, it does. It matters.

But if you won't talk about it, how can I help you?

Who asked you to?

No-one's asked you to!

Mike...

Michael!

Hev never told me he had a bug.

If she had, I would've been ready for Throw Me Up Before You Go-Go.

It didn't put him off his appetite. He ate fish fingers and beans,

and then, wallop, straight back up again.

Earth to Phil?

Sorry, what was you saying?

Projectile vomiting.

Doesn't matter.

What's up?

Nothing. Just...

a car come in today. Couldn't tell the bonnet from the boot but I'm supposed to make it brand new.

-Which you can.

-Which I can.

What else is up?

I was thinking, you know, maybe I will look in on that support group.

That's good, Phil.

That's really good.

What made you change your mind?

No reason. Just...

Like you said - bit of a top-up.

Maybe it's a good idea all round.

-Meaning?

-I'll go on the wagon with you.

-I couldn't ask you to do that.

-Why not?

I asked you.

My part of the deal.

Phil, if...

..if ever you need any help, then...

I'd come to you.

Always.

GREG WHISTLES

-Where are you off to?

-Max's.

Eh? You're not starting now are you?

-No, no. Measure things up, you know. Suss things out.

-Right.

Make sure you get the right price for the job, you know? Don't let him stitch you up.

Look, he was an arse at the wedding. Come to think of it, he still is a bit of an arse,

-but Max wouldn't do that.

-Don't be late tonight.

We've got a table booked at the Argee Bhajee, ain't we?

Oh, we're going to have to do that another time. Max wants to go out for a drink. Talk things over.

Talk about what?

He's thinking about getting a loft conversion.

What? You knew I'd be here.

It's just...just a bit public.

Let's go in then.

Same again, darling?

Bitter lemon, if anyone asks.

-OK, that'll be a double bitter lemon, will it?

-That sounds about right.

KAT LAUGHS

Your new best mate, is he?

Since when was you my keeper?

-I don't want him near the boy.

-He's staying here.

-He's bound to be somewhere near, ain't he?

-I don't like it.

You don't want anything to do with Tommy, so it's got nothing to do with you.

What am I, invisible?

I wish.

I need a word.

See you later.

Be back in a minute.

-What's all that about then?

-They're not playing happy families, I know that much.

Thought I'd find you in here, smarming around Kat.

Just a quiet drink.

Simple pleasures mean a lot at my age, son.

Oh, please.

-Nothing's ever simple when you're around.

-No?

-You seem to have a few complications yourself.

-Meaning?

-Tommy.

-I've told you before, haven't I? He's none of your business.

Well, that ain't true, is it? Because he's my grandson.

But I wasn't talking about him and me.

What then?

You and him.

He's your son. He deserves to have you in his life.

-Cos I'm really going to take fathering lessons from the likes of you, ain't I?

-Look, all I'm saying...

NO! You listen to what I'm saying!

Keep out of it! Keep out of Tommy's life, Roxy's life, and my life!

-All right, Tan?

-Where is he? Greg?

-Just get him for me, will you?

-He's still at it, babe.

-Cracking little worker, he is.

-Don't push it, Max, because I'm this close.

-I'll give him a message. We're going for a beer later.

-No, you're not.

-We're going out for a curry tonight. Just get him, will you?

-Why don't you and me go down the Argee Bhajee,

just leave him to it?

No? All right.

Greg, you're wanted, mate.

What's that, mate?

All right, darling? They're holding the table for us.

You'll just have to get changed a bit quick.

-Drink's off?

-Yeah, sorry, mate. You know, got things to do.

-Another time?

-No problem. I'll leave my stuff here, all right?

-Yeah, no problem. You got loads to be getting on with.

-Well, yeah.

-Right, quick tidy up and a change and I'm all yours.

-All right, love.

Tan.

See you've got my favourite shoes on.

-What was all that about being a "buddy"?

-They can shove that.

-I'm not being lumbered with one of them dorks.

-Did it help?

Helped that you were there.

Come on. We went through it together, Phil.

Yeah. Whose fault was that?

-It takes two, you know.

-Yeah, one to lead, one to follow.

-It's over, ain't it?

-Yeah.

-That's what matters.

It's definitely over.

-How was it?

-Yeah, you know.

-Bit like school really.

-Was it the same people? People that you knew?

Yeah, nothing ever really changes, does it?

Sorry, it's these heels.

I know you and Michael have got your problems, but he shouldn't have spoke to you like that.

-He's always had a bit of a temper.

-It's still not right though. He needs to get over himself.

Yeah. But you know what he's like.

Just give it time.

-Look, if it makes things difficult for you...

-No, no.

You stay for as long as you want.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

-Please. Be nice for you to spend some time with your grandson.

-Yeah.

Be really nice.

Thank you.

Aw.

Where have you been?

Where have you been?!

I've been worried about you. I left Amy with Jack and I went looking for you.

-I'm all right.

-No, you are not.

And you are going to tell me right now.

Michael, you're going to tell me what is wrong.

He's been here two days.

Look at me.

-I'm a mess.

-Yes, you are.

They say that talking in your sleep's a sign of stress.

-Was I doing that?

-Last night.

I used to sleep-walk when I was little.

-What was I saying?

-I don't know.

-A load of rubbish actually, same as when you're awake.

-Yeah.

Michael, I don't know what you want from me.

You don't want my help, you want my... You want my sympathy,

and I don't know what you want it for because you won't tell me.

-Cos it's none of your business, Roxy.

-Yes, it is. Yes, it is!

I am the one who has to put up with you. You walk round with a fake grin nailed on your face,

then it's little boy lost, then it's rant and rave.

What is it, Michael? What did he ever do to you, I don't get it, that was so bad you can't forgive him?

Tell me!

He's a murderer.

KAT AND ALFIE LAUGHING

'He killed my mother.'

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