10/06/2011 EastEnders

-Thank you, cheers.

-I'll get that.

-And a tea for me, please.

-No, don't worry about it.

Independent lady?

No. It'd stick in my throat.

Roxy?

Is there a problem?

D'you know what? Yeah, there is actually.

There is, he's about that tall, he's about 60 odd, and he goes by the name of Eddie.

Ring any bells?

Look, if I've done something to upset you, let's talk about it, let's sort it out.

-Grandad, come here.

-You all right, darling? All right?

Look at this, all innocent and wide-eyed. It's your number one disciple, isn't it?

Shall we let him know? Shall we open his eyes to what you really are?

What am I?

OK, all right, we'll do this. We'll shout it from the rooftops.

-We'll tell everyone what you did to Michael's mum.

-Roxy, sweetheart,

-there's a time or a place for this, all right?

-Did you know about this?

Alfie?

John. John, it's Rainie.

Yeah, I know, long time no see, eh?

No, course I ain't been anywhere else.

Listen, I was wondering if we could meet...

if we could meet up.

-Where are you going?

-Max's, babes.

-No, you're not.

No, you're taking the day off today. And so am I. I've told the salon.

-I've just told Max.

-What's brought all this on?

He has actually.

We're seeing so much of him lately,

it's like everywhere we turn he's there, in our faces.

Just makes me realise how lucky I am to have you.

And that maybe I don't tell you enough.

So, what are we going to do with this day off?

Well, I was thinking later on, we could maybe do lunch.

And right now?

Right now, I thought maybe we could work up a bit of an appetite.

I thought you were going out.

-So I came back.

-Do us a favour. Go back out again.

-Tanya.

-Please?

-Come on.

-THEY GIGGLE

Eddie, why didn't you say something to her?

Defend yourself.

-Lie to her, you mean?

-No.

Tell her she's heard wrong, it was all some big mistake?

You forget something from the shops, Alfie, that's a mistake.

You don't turn on the oven when you're supposed to, that's a mistake.

What I did...

..that wasn't a mistake.

Hey.

Sorry, sorry, sorry. I popped in to see Ronnie and, erm...

..I bumped into your old man and I told him what I thought.

-Did I ask you to?

-No, you didn't have to.

It's history, why didn't you just leave it?

Because, Michael, it didn't seem like history last night.

Last night it was like you were letting me in, really, for the first time.

No? Is this him too? Is this what he's taught you?

Just taught you to slam down the shutters and not let anyone in.

Michael, please, don't just storm off again. Please don't do this again.

He didn't teach me anything, darling.

Michael, I need... I need to talk about this too.

-MOBILE PHONE RINGS

-Yep?

Are you serious?

OK, OK, I'll be there now.

You going out?

Looks like it.

I thought we were going down the snooker hall.

It weren't my idea to sign up with that bunch of losers.

-Are you talking about the support group?

-You're the one that put me up to it, yeah?

-OK.

-So don't give me any earache, all right?

-I said OK.

-Maybe we'll get away at the weekend, yeah?

-OK.

Did you get everything?

Everything apart from the kitchen sink.

-I couldn't get any of those peaches.

-What?

I couldn't get any peaches, so I got oranges instead.

I was just looking forward to a nice juicy peach.

That's amazing, isn't it?

The one thing I didn't get is the one thing you want.

We can get some down the market.

-And how are you going to do that?

-Easy. You'll push me.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I know.

"I don't get much pleasure in life, Janine.

"A little bit of fresh air on a summer's day, is that too much to ask?

-"But if it's too much trouble..."

-I was just going to say

those oranges do look good, though.

Oh.

Still, now that you mention it, a bit of fresh air would be nice.

-Max.

-Your eyesight's still 20-20 then.

Bit late for a bath, isn't it?

What, are you actually moving in or something?

-Anyone would think you ain't pleased to see me.

-I'm not.

It's a good job it's not you I've come to see. All right, Greg?

-All right?

-He's having a day off.

I ain't asking him to do anything, just want him to have a look at something.

I've been thinking, arches. Changed my mind about that loft conversion.

These pictures got me thinking - divide the room up nice, don't they?

-But keep it open at the same time.

-Perfect, yeah.

Couldn't make me a coffee, could you? It's thirsty work, all this designing.

What are you playing at, eh?

Look, I joined that group to keep the peace,

-not to actually do anything.

-I didn't think I'd have to ask you to.

I'm just having a bad morning, OK?

I wanted to talk to someone that I thought might understand.

And I look like some bleeding heart social worker, do I?

Cos you never have bad mornings,

you never need to talk to anyone. You're so perfect, right?

-Eddie.

-Who?

Michael's dad.

-What about him?

-I have found out something about him, something seriously dodgy.

What's that got to do with me?

I'm not talking about normal villainy here - he's a problem.

Well, he ain't my problem.

-He shouldn't be here.

-So tell him.

He won't listen to me. You've been known to be pretty persuasive in your time.

-Yeah, when it suits me.

-Yeah.

Seeing as I don't know him and he's done nothing to me, it don't suit me.

Phil, will you listen to me? He's...

It's true what they say, isn't it?

-You never lose your touch.

-See you in another five years then.

No, you'll see me sooner than that.

Kat and Alfie have asked me to stick around.

Kat twisted my arm a bit actually.

Not that I needed it.

-Jack around?

-Why?

-Only asking.

-He's out for the day.

I'm here though.

My place is free, I've got a few minutes.

-Men round here. Nice bunch, ain't you?

-You're not normally that choosy, from what Jack told me.

Mind you...

he can't have been that choosy either.

-You're a bit rough, ain't you?

-Thanks for helping make this a really good day.

-You wouldn't know a good day, your sort.

-Go away.

HE TUTS

Dearie me. What was he thinking?

Look at you.

Says the man coming onto me five seconds ago.

I'm having second thoughts, darling.

May not have learnt much, but I've learnt not to make a mistake like that.

Ain't learnt any manners, though, have you?

And who'd teach me?

-What?

-Who'd teach me manners?

-What are you talking about?

-What are you talking about?

You are seriously weird.

No manners. Weird. Anything else?

Just leave me alone.

Oi.

-How do you do it?

-Do what?

Put a roof over his head, buy him drinks, knowing,

KNOWING what he did?

Rox, have you actually spoken to Eddie about this?

I spoke to Michael, that's enough.

Are you telling me it's all in Michael's imagination? It never happened?

No, it happened but, please, speak to Eddie, all right?

No, no. So he can try and sweet-talk me?

-So has Michael actually said what happened?

-Yes. His mum's dead.

-And his old man killed her.

-Yeah, all right.

I know Michael's really raw about all this, but so's Eddie, all right?

Good. So he should be.

I've put the little man down, he was out for the count.

-Thanks. Listen about Rox...

-Just been talking to Phil's lady.

Seems she's been let down on a snooker date.

-Eddie, you're a brave man.

-He's not the only one.

-Eddie, about Rox...

I saw something down the market, excuse me.

Yeah, all right.

Mmm! This is nice.

It's all right for you, you're in a nice comfy wheelchair.

Want to swap places with me?

-No, didn't think you did.

-Oh, shall we go to the caff?

Fresh air was what you promised me!

I didn't promise you anything...

So, what am I meant to do? Just wheel you round the Square all day?

-Let's go and sit in the gardens.

-Oi!

If you're expecting me to play football...

Give me that ball. Just give it to me.

Enjoying your little game, are you, boys? Do you want your ball back?

Go and get it then.

Idiot!

-I told you getting out would do us good.

-Yeah, you did.

Evil little madam.

It takes one to know one.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

And you can tell whoever that is to take a running jump.

-Pat?

-Today is our day.

-Mine and yours.

-What?

Dan, yeah, it's me, mate. It's me.

Yeah, fine, fine, fine.

Listen, I need some prices.

Right, what is all this?

I told you, I'm just getting some advice from Greg.

This is me you're talking to.

-Doric or square?

-What?

-Well, the arches? What do you reckon?

-Stuff your arches!

Good job Greg ain't got your attitude, he'd be out of business.

You'd be out of this house in no time if it was up to me.

-That's not very friendly, is it?

-I know you.

And I know you.

So you should know when I'm getting angry.

Pink.

What?

You always go pink, you know,

when you get really angry...

just there.

Not pink yet, though,

so I don't reckon you could be feeling that antsy.

-I told you to leave me alone.

-Yeah, I know.

-Right. And I meant it.

Didn't say anything about leaving your husband alone, did you?

-All right, I've got some prices for you.

-Yeah, lovely.

See the thing is, if you're going to go and get an RSJ in there...

You got something to say to me?

-No.

-Only the way I've been hearing it, you've had plenty to say to that girlfriend of yours.

And most of it's about me.

So why don't you cut out the middleman and say it to my face!

Even mentioning your name's a mistake.

And there's no surprise there...

because it always is.

-What are you looking at?

-What is it, you not enough for him?

-What?

-Got to be some reason for him giving it all that.

-What are you talking about?

You should keep your boyfriend on a leash, or better still, pack him off to an asylum.

He's got a screw loose. You must have a screw loose for being with him. ..John.

Right, folks, if I can have your attention, thank you.

As you know, in the past we've had darts, dominoes, poker,

we've even attempted karaoke.

But for one day... Gather round everybody, for one day only,

thanks to my Uncle Eddie, the Queen Vic proudly presents to you -

snooker, look at that.

I wanted a proper game, I've got a pool table at home.

Stop whinging, you can have a right laugh on these.

Me and Shirl up first, yeah?

-Fiver on me to win.

-Come on, Eddie.

-You've got no chance.

-Oooh!

-Oi. What are you doing?

-None of your business.

Look, about earlier on...

Yeah, I know, you... I got your message loud and clear, OK, so just leave me alone.

Cos, this has got nothing to do with you, all right.

You made that crystal clear earlier on and that's fine by me.

Yeah, well, maybe...

maybe I've changed my mind.

If you want it, then you're going to have to take it off me.

Stop it!

Phil!

Well, don't look at me like that.

It's not my fault Tiff's got a sniffle.

It's not my fault I've got a hospital appointment neither.

-Nothing trivial, I hope.

-You should thank me.

You've got something much nicer to occupy you here, haven't you?

-I heard that.

-You were meant to.

All right, Tan? Nice surprise.

-Come in.

-I'm not stopping.

-Stick the kettle on.

It's all right, he's here...

This is Jed.

Hi.

-Jed.

-Yeah. Greg uses him all the time when he wants design work doing.

-Oh, right?

-I explained how you've been bending our ear about all the work you want doing.

-Has he?

-Yeah.

And he's agreed to bring some designs round.

Er, yeah, well... there's no rush, Tan, you know.

He's here now, ain't he? And he's very conscientious.

Eddie, what's the matter with you?

-Like I said, no chance.

-Double or quits?

-You're a glutton for punishment, ain't you?

-Maybe I was just softening you up.

-Ooh, the original Fast Eddie?

King of the pint-sized pool table.

Excuse me.

Come on, Shirl, rack 'em up.

I want you gone.

You're no good for Michael.

-Told you that, did he?

-He didn't need to.

Look, don't you think you've done enough to him already?

Can't you see what you being here is doing to him?

It's bringing it all back to him.

Maybe he's not the only one.

So even more reason then?

I don't know what actually happened -

maybe it was some sort of row that got out of hand?

-Didn't he say?

-That's none of my business, is it?

I'm just interested in Michael.

-It wasn't a row that got out of hand.

-Like I said.

-I wasn't even in the same house.

What?

What Michael said is right, though.

You killed her.

Yeah.

And that's it, is it?

He says you killed her, you agree and you both clam up, and you don't say anything else.

-That kid of yours.

-What about her?

What if I hadn't been around the other day,

what if she wandered off proper

without you looking and, God forbid, something happened to her?

Whose fault would it be?

Yours, right?

Because you're supposed to look out for her.

I left Michael in a house, alone,

with a woman that shouldn't have been alone...

a woman that had problems

and I knew it.

What do you mean, "problems"?

Know the last thing I said to him that night?

"Look after her," I said.

"Look after your mum."

I thought he'd like it, you know, be man of the house.

I turned around and she was standing in the doorway looking in at us -

I should have seen it coming, I should have seen it then, the way she was looking at me, as if...

..as if she was telling me.

What?

"You look after me, Eddie."

That's what she was saying.

"Not some six-year-old kid, you, like you promised you would when we got married."

I was always too busy, always had things to do, deals to sort, people to see.

When I got back...

..it was him I saw first.

Bent over her, he was.

She was just lying on the sofa.

I thought, "Good boy, he's brought her a cup of tea or something.

"He's looked after her like I told him to."

Then I came a bit closer...

..saw the pills.

Do you want me to read you a story?

Do I look three years old?

You look 300.

And how old are you?

-Eight.

-Do you hope to get to nine?

Is that a threat?

Cheeky little tyke, aren't you?

My mum's in prison.

Turned herself in, did she, tried to get away from you?

So I've been round plenty of hard nuts. You don't scare me.

-Does anything?

-Yeah. Ending up like you.

-..Go on, then.

V, do me a favour. Keep him company, will you?

He's chewed my ear off for an hour and I've got to phone Lauren, find out where she's got to.

She said she'd be back by now, she's got revision to do, ain't she?

Maybe Tanya knows where she is.

Maybe you could go round there.

-Again.

-What? Lauren, it's your dad, where are you?

Say it again?

Let's just sit here for a bit, shall we? Enjoy the peace and quiet.

What, in other words, no Max?

You can't cut him out completely, you know,

he's the father of your kids.

And something like that...

Well, it's a bond, innit? you know, for all time,

something that can't be broken.

Are you...are you saying what I think you're saying?

I have been thinking about it, yeah.

Kids? What, at our age?

We're not that old.

No, I don't really mean age, I mean mileage, really.

I mean...

Oh, sorry, Greg.

No, just...too many times round the clock.

-And back again.

-Yeah.

Cheers.

Any time.

Do you mean that?

Cos if I'm supposed to have some "buddy"...

Like I said, any time, yeah?

How am I doing?

-Perfect.

-You sure?

If I said half those things to Nana Pat, she'd kill me.

No, she likes it.

What, someone giving her lip?

Well, no, she just, you know, she likes someone seeing her like,

she's not just an old lady in a wheelchair, I suppose.

Come on.

-We got any of those ginger biscuits left, all that fresh air's given me an appetite.

-Yes. Here.

And give the brat one too, might shut her up for a couple of minutes.

Give her two. With a bit of luck she might choke.

Tiff.

-Oh, leave her alone.

-No, you can't say things like that.

Puts me in mind of me at her age.

Peas in a pod, we are.

Tiff, I'm so sorry, love, I got back as quick as I could.

What have you got to be sorry about, we've been getting on like a house on fire, haven't we?

You can leave her here a bit longer if you want, I think she really likes it here.

Oh, yeah, Janine was telling me how lovely you are to be around.

Come on, Tiff.

-Come on, darling, let's go home.

-Bye.

See you.

Could at least have told her the full story,

and not left it to your old man.

You been talking to Roxy?

Yeah. Not my idea, she came to see me.

Well, she couldn't get much sense out of you, could she?

Still, no change there, you never had anything good to say about me, did you?

Always a mummy's boy.

Oh, hello, you've finished with Jed already, have you?

Oh, yeah, very funny.

-What ain't funny is Lauren.

-Why, what's she done?

She's meant to be revising, not off shopping. You know about it.

-You gave her the money to go.

-She's only got one exam to go.

-She's wasting time on that stall.

She needs a work/life balance.

-Oh, yeah, you reckon?

-Yeah, I do.

-So does Greg.

-I hate to break it to you, but Lauren, she ain't actually his kid, is she?

Well, he'll be just the same with ours. Sorry.

I didn't mean to let that one slip.

Yeah.

Another biscuit?

You really are trying to choke me, aren't you?

Look, about what Pat said...

-She's probably just trying to make mischief.

-No.

I did moan to her about you.

As if I care.

But that was before.

Before what?

Before I really realised how much I liked having you around.

And how much I want you to stay.

I think we've run out of those gingers.

That shop sells them, don't they?

Yeah, I'll go and get some.

Thanks, Janine.

It's only a packet of biscuits.

I thought we'd have a night in.

Something to eat, something to drink. I opened the good stuff.

I had to take your mind off my cooking somehow, didn't I?

What did you go and see him for?

Michael, I wasn't trying to interfere, I really wasn't. I just thought...

I just thought I could help, Alfie's right, someone needs to do something.

You've been talking to that mug as well, have you?

What did I tell you? Poking your nose into what don't concern you.

You see, there you go again, this is about you and you're saying it doesn't concern me?

Because he'll play you, he'll play games and if you can't see that, you're blind.

I don't think he's playing games.

See? Falling for it already.

Unbelievable.

Michael, he seemed genuine.

Michael, when he was talking about your mum, he seemed upset.

He seemed genuinely upset...

..and what you said, it didn't really happen like that, did it?

I don't think he's trying to make excuses, I don't.

-In fact, he said...he said it was all his fault, actually.

-Yeah, yeah.

Well, that's how he gets you, makes you feel sorry for him.

-Good trick.

-Well, it didn't seem like a trick to me.

Says the woman who thought the sun shone out of her old man's backside.

Why are we talking about my...? We're talking about your dad here, all right?

What was he, though? Your old man.

Let's talk about him for a minute. What was he?

Who you adored so much.

He was a rapist. And a man who abused his own daughter.

-Say it. A rapist.

-Stop it!

-A man who abused his own.

Just stop it now. Stop it.

Exactly, you don't like it, the truth hurts, don't it?

I don't like you bigging up my old man like he's a saint.

You know what, I was trying to help you.

You know, I wonder.

I wonder sometimes... if I chose the wrong one.

Because I look at you...

..and I look at Ronnie.

And she saw what her old man was like, right from the start.

She knew.

And she would know what mine was like as well.

Can we just calm down and we'll go back in there and we'll drink our wine?

-She was always the brighter of the two.

-Why are we talking about my sister?

But it's not just about brains, is it? No, no. It's about...

Somehow she's more sensitive,

more feeling somehow.

She's made mistakes,

she has, yeah, terrible mistakes,

but she's a woman,

she's a grown-up woman -

and not some saggy, little airhead

who still thinks she's Daddy's little princess.

What is the matter, why are you saying this?

Just stay away from him!

And stay out of my business.

Do you understand?

Because you and me will be like me and him...

..dead.

Yeah?

This is good stuff. You're right.

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