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KNOCK ON DOOR
-Cup of tea?
-No, I'm fine, thank you.
I'll give Alfie a bell if you like.
-Tell him you're not up to it.
-Life goes on.
They're his memories. They're not mine.
What about his little girl?
There's nothing to stop us looking her up.
I'm going to be late for work, Billy.
You all right, Dot?
That was Arthur's special place.
Now it's probably floating down the canal somewhere.
They've taken my hanging baskets.
Geraniums and trailing Lobelia. Ever such pretty colours.
-Have you seen the state of the gardens?
I'm only glad that Pauline was spared the heartache.
-Upsetting our community...
-They should be strung up.
-I blame the schools.
-I blame the parents.
If these kids had been taught properly in the first place...
we'd be sitting here on the bench admiring your baskets.
What makes you think it was kids?
Who else would show such disregard for our community, hm?
-How much did we drink last night?
Someone didn't shut the door properly!
Sy, just give me a minute, yeah?
You have to tell him, Mercy.
So, why didn't you wake me, huh?
-We did try, Arthur.
-So are these the garms of an executive car dealer?
You look very smart, Arthur.
You all right, Mrs O?
Usually you're spitting on a handkerchief right about now.
Mercy's got something she needs to tell you.
Merce, you're going to have to hold that thought. It's not great to be late on your first day, is it?
I made you sandwiches.
Yeah? What, jam and mayonnaise?
Ah-hah! You see? You see this, Mrs O?
This is why I married your granddaughter. Right, well...
-Nice, all right? Right, laters!
Oi! What are you, five years old?
First, you start with the glasses.
Then you move on to the moustache.
No, you always start with the moustache first.
-He's fast asleep.
Oh, thanks, Jean. Where's Kat?
Oh, she's in the kitchen.
Oh, Kat. Kat, come on, sweetheart. Wake up, we've got to open up.
Oh, my neck. You were supposed to stop me from falling asleep.
-You look knackered.
-You don't look too hot yourself.
Listen, guys. I'm sorry, you probably heard Tommy yourself all night.
-Look, you get yourselves to bed.
-I got a pub to open up, mate.
Me and Jeanie can take care of that, can't we?
-I do have a foundation certificate in basic food hygiene.
-What about me, then?
You've got to figure out how to get a piano on the back of a pick-up.
Look at me, still in my pyjamas.
And you can stop ogling, Tyler.
You're all right. Honest. Kat, Kat...
You've got sick in your hair.
-Hold on, I'm going to be sick.
Don't start. We're in enough trouble with Sy as it is.
-How did we get this upstairs?
-I have splinters in unthinkable places.
At least you stopped stressing about the adoption.
Sy's already had to postpone yesterday's appointment. What if I've messed it up, Rox?
Christian, come on. You're going to be a great dad. Any muppet can see that. You see?
No harm done.
A great role model you're shaping up to be.
Oh, hello, Mrs Masood(!)
I pity any children left in your care.
EDDIE SINGS TO HIMSELF
That's how long Sean had me up for once.
Brian stormed out in the end.
It was three days before he came back.
I can't let that happen to Kat and Alfie. I can't.
-They've got us, haven't they?
-What can we do?
Get yourself over here.
-Smashing-looking girl like you should be front of house.
-I wouldn't know what to do.
-Come on. Come on, I don't bite.
..take the pump in your hand.
Just pull it towards you.
I'm pouring my first pint!
If Lord and Lady Muck start moaning, tell 'em it ain't my fault I'm late.
You want to see the state of the gents. It's not asking much
for you lot to mop after yourselves.
-Everything all right, Julie?
-Yeah, I'm fine!
As long as people stop asking me STUPID questions.
KNOCK ON DOOR
Alfie, mate? Can I have a word?
Billy. All right, mate. What is it?
Um...I was just hoping you'd maybe keep an eye on Julie for me today.
She's had a bit of bad news.
We both have, really.
Yeah, what is it? They've put an extra two pence on a tin of beans or something?
Our boy's dead.
Oh... Oh, mate, I...
Billy, I'm... Oh.
Never got the chance to meet him, Alf.
We got there too late.
Billy, I'm so sorry, mate. I'm sorry.
All them questions I wanted to ask him.
I don't even know what team he supported.
Well, it'll be West Ham, won't it? Like his old man.
Turns out he had a little girl.
Stuck in some kids' home somewhere.
What's she like? Bet she's a little Mitchell, ain't she?
We ain't met her yet.
What do you mean, you ain't met her? You have to meet her. Phone the Social Services...
-Alfie, now is not the time, mate.
-Of course it's the time. Now is the time.
You don't want to let her slip through your fingers, do you?
-"Top-drawer antiques," you said.
-Wavy Davy hasn't let me down yet.
She looks like Anthony's ex.
Least it's 'armless. What else you got there?
Two more of her butch mates, a painting of a dog and, er...
..whatever that is.
Oh, Wavy Davy. I'm going to kill him.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Ain't you going to help me?
How many times have I got to tell you? You the shifter -
me the thinker.
I've heard that you're the person to come to if I require some...bric-a-brac.
If by "bric-a-brac" you're referring to my antiques emporium...
-Please, step this way.
-Dorothy Branning, Mrs.
-Now, Mrs Branning, what can I do for you?
-I'm looking for a present for a young friend.
A budding entrepreneur.
I was thinking of something like a nice fountain pen or a tiepin.
I could do you a solid silver hipflask.
Oh, that wouldn't be suitable at all!
Erm... Here we are. Just the thing for a budding entrepreneur's desk.
Oh, I say. Oh, what a horrible thing!
-Oh, my goodness. Close your eyes.
-Close your eyes, man. All right?
Just trust me. Close your eyes, close your eyes, all right.
-Where are we going?
-Just trust me, all right? We're just going to have a nice walk.
-Don't worry. Just don't peek. Just trust me and keep walking.
-I need to talk to you.
-Don't worry. We can talk in a minute. Listen, we got a kerb now, OK?
Ready? One, two, three, up! Lovely jubbly. See? You've done this before.
-Listen, you'll love it. I promise. I promise, you'll love it.
-Are we there yet?
Don't look, don't look, don't look, don't look... Look! Look! Look!
-Why're we outside Janine's?
-Because I've just found out that this little yard is up for rent.
-It's not going to happen.
-Think positive, Merce. You know?
If Max keeps me on at the car lot, then we'll soon have enough for a deposit...
What's with the sad face?
-Just promise me you'll listen. And don't interrupt...
-I ain't interrupting, am I?
-Well, Mrs Branning we're just...
It's all right, Merce. We'll speak later, innit?
I just wanted to get you a little present for your first day.
And I went to the rag-and-bone man and it was like walking into the House of Horrors.
And then I remembered, gathering dust in my cupboard underneath the stairs, next to the broom...
Jim and me bought it for Bradley's first day at the bank.
It seemed fitting, somehow.
Bradley would want it to go to a good home.
I don't know what to say.
-Let me have a look at you. Come on.
-All right. OK.
Oh, your tie's crooked.
She's lucky to have you, you know.
What if I ain't enough for her?
Love'll find a way, Arthur.
It always does.
I have a flight leaving tonight.
Arthur doesn't know but I sent an application for him to be a torch bearer at the Olympics...
-It's easier for everyone if I just slip away without a fuss.
Easier for who?
For you or for him?
I can't break his heart, Gran.
I brought you up better than this.
If nothing else, I taught you to fight for what is right.
Running away like this, it's the actions of a coward.
The battle isn't over, Mercy.
We could write to our MP, to the Queen, to the Prime Minister...
You don't get it, do you? I want to go home.
Every time I walk into that Square, I have to face up to what I did. I married a man I didn't love.
I went against everything I stood for and all for what?
A poxy piece of paper. I have to put this right.
How do you intend to do that?
I have to let him go.
-It's a postcard from Ina.
-Yeah? How is she?
She's taken herself off to Spain for the week, found herself a toyboy who doesn't speak a word of English!
Well, Ina's loss is Lila's gain.
She's been after that flower stall pitch for goodness knows how long...
I've got a surprise for you. Well, don't just stand there gawping.
Got Phil's motor's waiting outside. Come on. Chop chop.
Roxy's throwing up and, well... it looks like we have house guests.
-It's a couple of nights until Tambo gets himself sorted.
-Like some water?
Make sure the tea's nice and strong, Amy.
Uncle Christian's feeling a little bit delicate.
Trust me, Amy, Uncle Syed can't make me feel any worse than I already do.
You're going to make a great Dad, you know.
You'll be the one she goes to when she needs her homework sorting out.
-What about you?
-I'll be boyfriends, of course.
That's if you can drag me away from her Hawaiian Barbie.
And if it's a boy?
Then we'll get him a Ken.
I don't know...
Are we really going to make this work?
You and me, we're a team.
And together we are unstoppable.
Ain't that right, Amy?
What is this place?
-Sit down. I've been on the blower to Social Services.
-Why would you do that?
They reckon that under the circumstances...
What're you talking about Billy?
We're here to meet our granddaughter!
-You are up for this, aren't you?
-You'll have to excuse the chaos. We're rather understaffed today.
-No worries. Are you coming?
You've talked to her, yeah? Explained the situation.
-So she wants to see us, yeah?
-What you have to understand about Lola is...
You'll have to see for yourself.
Hey mate. Which one's Lola?
-That's my Twix, you thieving little skank!
-I ain't got nothing.
-You want me to rip out them extensions? Cos I will, you know.
-I think we should go, Billy.
-Ow, get off me!
-Are you starting?
KIDS: Fight, fight, fight!
Are you starting?
-Get her off me!
-Oi, oi, oi! Let go of her!
-I'm reporting that mad cow.
-Get your dirty hands off her, you dirty little perv.
-Shut it, you!
-It's all right. I'm Billy and this is Julie.
Lola. We're your Nan and Granddad.
Don't I get a hug?
Iced bun, please, Marie.
Darren tells me that Tam and Afia are back.
We've said they can stay with us till they sort themselves out.
Have they asked after me?
Give it time, Mum.
Let's just get out of here, yeah?
-You think I care what a couple of pre-pubescents think?
I'll be back in just a minute, OK?
Now, this might come as a surprise to you
well, they can hold hands...
..they can even get married if they want to.
Slink off in your shell suits.
Back to your pregnant girlfriends and your pit bulls.
You want to get down the gym, mate.
Well, that certainly got the juices flowing, didn't it?
She's a child, Christian. She's not a poster girl for gay rights.
You got any fags?
We don't smoke.
-Well, it ain't so bad, is it, this place?
-It's full of crackheads!
Who are your mates?
Er, well...she cuts herself and the other one barks like a dog.
We were sorry to hear about your Dad.
Oh, don't be. He's a waste of space.
She don't say much, does she?
Are you all right, love?
We've only just found out about your Dad. It's a lot to take in.
Well, he ain't worth crying over. Trust me.
There you go, just need a bit of salt and vinegar.
So, is this what I've got to look forward to?
Sitting in my pyjamas at two in the afternoon?
Don't worry, it won't always be like that.
Only for the first eighteen years or so.
Alfie, I love him with all my heart.
I love him so much.
But sometimes I think he's going to hate me.
What would you say that for?
Cos of what's up here. I'm never going to leave his side, am I?
Nah. Might be a problem when he starts pulling birds, though.
He won't be pulling birds. He won't have a girlfriend, he's got his mum.
How's that going to work on his eighteenth birthday, eh?
Can just see you slinking into the bar with your leopard print skirts on,
with slap on and all your lipstick and trying to pull his mates.
And you know what, though, Kat?
He'll be the proudest son in the whole wide world.
You mark my words.
He hated you, you know.
Wouldn't worry. He hated a lot of people.
What was he like?
The Old Bill knew him better than I did.
We did try and find him.
It's a bit late now, ain't it?
Shall we go?
See you, Grandma!
I'll, er...see you, then.
Jean Slater's geraniums have been scattered halfway down Bridge Street.
Now can I count on you for decisive action, Mrs Olubunmi?
-Jean Slater's geraniums!
And there was me, thinking that you were an upstanding member of the community.
Ooh... Ooh, er...
Whatever's the matter?
-What about her?
She's leaving, Mrs Branning. She's leaving today.
-So if you step this way, this baby goes from 0 to 60 in less than ten seconds.
-Oi! What're you doing?
-You're not qualified.
-I don't have any time to waste.
-I'll show him the furry dice
and the window wipers. That's it, I swear.
All right. I suppose around the block won't hurt.
Right, let's get rid of that as well.
Right, my friend. Let's burn some rubber!
Jeanie? Just going to pop out for a few minutes.
No, don't leave me! Something's bound to go wrong. It always does.
-Tyler's here to help.
-Why can't Alfie get out of his pit, eh?
Does he know mad Auntie Jean's been let loose on the pumps?
Alfie's got a few problems at the moment.
What he doesn't need is you and me making his life more difficult. Understand?
Now I don't want you leaving this bar
till Jeanie's mastered the fine art of it.
-Is that clear?
I can get you a straw, if it helps.
All right. You don't need my chat about this baby. You seen how it's taken the corners.
How it's purred along like a kitten after a saucer of milk.
-I'd want a discount.
-All right, all right.
We'll talk about that.
I've never seen that woman before in my life.
Get out of the car, this instant!
Why don't we head back to base? And discuss numbers, yeah?
You are killing me, Mrs B!
Have you taken something?
-You got to get to Mrs Olubunmi's.
-What about her?
-She's leaving for Peru!
-It ain't the time for a geography lesson, go on. Get there! Stop her!
Sorry, mate. I've had a better offer. So get out, shut the door. Lovely jubbly.
How about I make us a nice, big bowl of Ogbono?
-Then let me come with you.
Your friends are here - the church...
Who else is going to keep Kate and William in line, eh?
Promise you'll look after Arthur.
I love you, Gran.
Merce?! Mercy! Merce...
-It's too late.
-No. It's never too late.
Excuse me, excuse me! Sorry!
Sorry. Sorry, I'm sorry! Argh!
Stop! Oi! Stop it!
Stop the bus, listen! The bus! Stop the bus, stop the bus!
Look, I just want to see if she's on here, all right? That's all.
I think it's the wrong bus, mate. Sorry about that.
Right. Give me that.
-Mmm! That's it. You've got it, girl!
-Tyler says I'm a natural.
-Is that right?
Yeah. Fix Dad one, please.
Coming right up!
Well, seeing as you've passed my little course with flying colours...
Courtesy of the Eddie Moon School of Excellence.
-It's a stuffed bird.
-A symbol of freedom, Jeanie.
Right then. Where do you want us to start?
-By clearing off.
-Courtesy of an old benefactor in Deptford.
-What're we supposed to do with that?
Anything you want.
-There's a taxi coming in an hour to take you to the airport.
-Eddie... what are you on about?
-You're going to Spain!
-But we can't just up sticks...
-Stop making excuses.
-Hold on. Let's think about this.
Be all right, wouldn't it? Me, you, Tommy.
Making sandcastles on the beach for the first time, eh?
-Who'll look after Jean?
-She's capable of looking after herself, thank you.
Come on then, Alfie. Before they change their minds.
Oi, Kat... You ain't bad for an old bird, either.
What's that for?
For bringing this family back to life.
-I'm sorry, Arthur.
-We had plans.
Our own place, holidays. A future...
But it wasn't real! Me and you...
it was pretend, wasn't it?
Not for me it wasn't!
You deserve somebody who loves you for the funny,
sweet, beautiful young man you've turned into.
I can make you love me. Just give it time, all right?
You know, I'll get rid of the hoodies, OK?
I'll go back to college. I'll even read the Bible if it means that much to you.
-I'm sorry, Arthur.
-Don't say that!
Don't say it like it's over!
Whoever gets to spend the rest of their life with you... is a lucky girl.
I just wish it could have been me.
You know, I would have given up everything for you, Merce.
I would have given up my friends,
I don't even know where Nigeria is on a map but I would've found it.
I would have found it for you.
I would have done anything for you, Mercy.
Cos you're the one I wanted to grow old with. Grow a belly with...
-go grey together.
-You're my best friend, Arthur.
-I'm your husband.
So, look, just give me one last chance.
Goodbye, Arthur Chubb.
I don't think I can do this on my own, Merce.
You're not on your own.
I'll never forget what you did for me.
Fats has got your back.
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