Pat is forced to swallow her pride and to appeal to Norman in order to prevent Ricky's imminent departure. Janine is livid to discover that her dreams might come to nothing.
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Right young lady, let's get you to school.
I want Dad to take me.
I've got stuff to do...
You go with Nanna Pat, eh? Be a good girl.
Come on, that'll be there when you get home.
-She's no better than she should be, is she?
That's what Nanna Carol said.
What does it mean?
Nothing you need bother your head about.
Now come on, I haven't got all day.
-When I go back to school in Year Four, can I have a new bag and a new uniform?
Why do you always say "we'll see"? Is it to shut me up?
If it is, it's not working, is it?!
Stop dragging your feet, Tiff, you'll scuff your shoes.
Holy sunlight, Batman...
Good morning. I brought you some breakfast.
-what am I doing here?
-Sleeping it off, as Jim used to call it.
Now, he always wanted hair of the dog,
but I'm afraid that you'll have to make do with toast and marmalade.
Mrs B, what did I do last night?
All I know is that you come banging at the door in the middle of the night
-when all decent people are fast asleep.
-Oh, my days...
And then you come in, and started crying about Mercy.
And you got rather attached to this here sofa and so I thought it best, you know, just to leave you on it.
I'm so sorry, Mrs B.
Missing your wife?
This toast is getting cold
and I for one am ready for the cup what cheers. I'll be mother.
-No time, babe. I've got a cut and blow in five minutes.
-I'm not saying it isn't.
But just cos you're not working today doesn't mean we can all drop everything. We'll talk later.
-No, just the change.
Come on, then, Carol... do you miss me? I mean, it can't be a bed of roses
working for Phil Mitchell.
Phil...you... a boss is a boss.
At least Shirley and Phil don't make me count the spoons
at the end of every day.
More fool them.
-Honeymoon over, is it?
-That was over day after the wedding.
No, we're all right, mate. We're great... She's just avoiding something.
Women say WE do that, but I tell you what,
they are much better at putting things off than we are.
If we say we'll do something, we do get round to it eventually.
But if they want to put something off... they can just put it off forever.
Come on, then...what's she avoiding?
my best man duties go far beyond the wedding.
if you need someone to talk to, I'm your man.
we've been trying for a baby.
We're doing everything it says to do in the books, but...
it's not working.
-Well, they do say as you get older it gets harder.
-I'm not old.
No. But Tanya is.
-Think about it, she won't see the right side of 40 again, will she?
-oh. Oh, sorry mate. Would've thought being in the beauty line she'd have been in better nick.
What are you on about?! She's gorgeous!
You've only been married five minutes.
Just enjoy the "trying to get preggers" bit.
-Cos once she's pregnant,
she'll swell up to the size of a house,
her hormones'll be up and down like a yo-yo, and you'll be running for cover.
All right, Pat. How's Tiff?
Oh! That girl needs stability. After everything that's happened to them kids over the last year,
I'm surprised any of them have a smile on their face.
Was that a dig at me for going to Dubai?
No love, 'course not. You did what you had to do.
But now you're back let's just keep everything normal, eh?
It's my job to provide, I've gotta go where the money is.
Plenty cars round here need fixing.
No Pat, there ain't.
-She needs her dad.
-And she also needs
stuff for school -
new shoes... And Liam... he needs braces.
-There's a waiting list for dentists on the NHS...
-Hey, hey, we manage.
Oh, you've dropped something...
Are you going back to Dubai?
What choice have I got? What with Uncle Norman contesting the will, Janine can't give me any money.
I've got responsibilities, Pat.
This ticket's for today...
I've booked a cab for lunchtime.
-What about the kids?
-I talked to them last night.
And told them you're leaving?
I said I was going on a trip.
-I didn't say how long for or when I would be back.
-You left that for me and Carol to do.
I'm trying to do what's best for them, Pat!
Come on, don't make me feel any more guilty than I already do.
When I saw he wasn't in his room and the settee hadn't been slept on, I was very worried.
You needn't have been worried because he was on my sofa.
Arthur! You've got a visitor.
Oh, hello, Auntie O.
I've been out of my mind, imagining all sorts!
-I had a few too many drinks last night. I'm sorry.
-You should have telephoned me, Arthur.
I'm so sorry, Mrs O...
What are you doing under there?
He's having a look at my sink.
The water's been running very slow these past few days, and Arthur very kindly offered to take a look at it.
I didn't know what to think - out all night
and missing Mercy like he does.
I have an active imagination. I get something in my head and I can't get it out.
And all the time he was on my sofa...
I'll put the kettle on, shall I? We'll have nice cup of tea. Do take a seat.
-Nearly done, Mrs B.
Now, don't give your head a bang.
He's suffering from a hangover...
I wouldn't normally have any sympathy, but under the circumstances...
HE SHOUTS OUT
I'll talk to Norman, get him not to contest the will.
And then go begging to Janine? No, Pat. I'm taking this contract.
It's for six months. Think of the kids!
What do you think I'm thinking of? Me? You think I'm running away?
Taking the easy way out?
No, no, no, that's not what I said.
Ricky, you're a good boy. You always have been.
Let me talk to Norman. Please.
-I want to help.
-I know you do.
I've still got to go and pack...
Hello, Norman. It's Pat...
You all right?
Where are you now?
-We used to have a rhyme for this, what was it?
-Don't ask me.
Handstands was my thing.
"Bow to the King, curtsey to the Queen, show your knickers to the football team..." Then you tip up...
Talk of showing your knickers to the football team...
Is she cheating? She always cheated at games.
You're such a liar. Your go...
-We were having a roller skating race once,
she knew I'd beat her so she nicked my skate.
-No, I didn't nick that one.
-Oh, what, it just magically appeared on top of the wardrobe, did it?
-You big kid!
-You all right?
What's all that about then?
Just saying hello.
That weren't just a hello. That was like, a chat, a grin... proper friendly.
So... is there something going on?
So a man and a woman can't live on the same square and exchange pleasantries now?
Ian Beale doesn't do pleasant unless there's something in it for him.
-And you were sat with him in the pub the other day...
-There's a law against it now, is there?
Denise and Ian sitting in a tree...
That's very funny. Very mature.
-There you are...
-How are you?
-What have they said?
I've not been seen yet. Been sat here best part of three hours.
-Are you in pain?
It's like something out of a cartoon, isn't it?
-Walking into a garden rake!
-I thought you said you stood on it.
Nurses think it's a joke. They keep walking past and grinning.
They'll be grinning the other side of their faces when I've had a word.
I'm low priority.
It's all par for the course. It's what I'm used to.
-Don't be daft.
-And not just accidents. I'm very unlucky.
-We all are.
Some more than others.
Would you be surprised to know that I've been married five times?
Five? Last I heard you'd been married twice.
Well, the toll is now five.
Widowed twice, and divorced three times.
All before the first anniversary.
If that's not bad luck, I don't know what is.
-'It's been two months now, Rainie. You've had plenty of time.'
-Jobs don't grow on trees.'
-I ain't exactly got the best CV.
-You've always got an excuse.
I'm telling you, one more week and that's it, you can go back to Mum's. Sponge off of her.
-You smell of beer.
I can have a drink on my day off. Listen,
-How about we get Oscar over at Max's later on.
It's been a while since it was just the two of us...
Darling, I'm sorry, I've been rushed off my feet...
-I was looking forward to an early night. To sleep.
-You considered IVF?
I've just seen what lover boy's looking at online...
-fertility problems? I thought it was so rosy in your perfect world(!)
-I've got three kids, Greg!
How can I have fertility problems?
Thanks, Rainie. Look, I can't stop thinking about it! Yesterday I was hoping...
Yes, I know, darling, but getting all stressed and worked up about it isn't going to help, is it?
Maybe you're shooting blanks.
If she'd wanted him to inherit anything, then she would have said so in her will.
You're the solicitor, just tell him
that he can't contest it! Argh!
-Things not going your way?
-That was a private conversation.
Nothing's private with you, Janine.
Anyway, I heard about your party...
-What about it?
It's got nothing to do with you.
If you were in any way important to me, I might have invited you.
But I didn't, so just get the message -
-you're not getting a penny.
Anyone has any good fortune round here and suddenly everybody's got their hand out.
-How you and Ricky are related, I'll never know.
-Janine, don't hang up.
If I get Norman to change his mind about the will...
you'll see Ricky right, won't you?
-You're not just saying that?
No, Pat, look, I promise. I swear. Where are you?
I've gotta go.
No need to amputate.
So what did they do?
Sniggered mainly. And gave me a tetanus jab.
I suppose I should get home.
Chances are I'll be back here tomorrow with a saucepan lodged on my head.
Who was that on the phone?
Sorry... I'm a nosey so and so.
Actually, it was Janine...
..about the will...
Oh, yeah... My dear late mother's last will and testament.
something I've got to ask you.
Oh, I see...that's why you're here.
I suppose she sent you, did she? You here to change my mind about contesting the will?
I'm not here for Janine. It's Ricky and the kids.
She was MY mother, Pat.
Anything she had should come to me.
I'm entitled to compensation for the way she treated me all those years.
I spent my entire life trying to win her approval,
and all I got was the sharp side of her tongue...or a back hander. I
know you shouldn't speak ill of the dead, but...
that woman was a right cow.
She never wanted a son. I think it was as simple as that.
She doted on June.
June was everything. I was just...
I was just treated as something she tolerated.
No... I'm sorry, Pat,
that money will put right a lot of past hurts.
Norman, Norman, I know you're entitled to that money but...
Yesterday, you were telling me to contest the will.
-No, no, no, no. No buts.
I'm sorry, Pat, but I'm entitled to that money.
-Norman, if you'd just...
-No, my mind is made up.
I just thought I'd say hi.
Or I should leave you alone.
-No...you're all right.
-Yeah, but you're working.
-No, I'm not.
I've...I've just bought it.
-You've just bought a motorbike?
-Yeah. Fella come in, said he'd lost his job...
he didn't really want to sell it, but, I got a good price, you know.
-Have you been for a ride?
-No, it needs fixing up first.
It's the first proper thing I've ever owned.
It's all mine.
This is just like the bike in New Moon where Jacob teaches Bella how to ride.
And then she gets thrown off.
Yeah, and he takes his top off.
I've missed you.
Yeah...missed you too.
My dad would go mental if I was to go on a motorbike.
I've always wanted to travel.
See the Nile and the Sydney Opera House.
You'd blow it all on a holiday?
Oh, and Ricky wouldn't blow it?
Not to mention Janine.
I don't CARE what Janine would do with that money!
Oh, God, I bet your mother is laughing her head off right now -
she's getting exactly what she wanted - everybody at each other's throats.
If Ricky doesn't get some of that money, he's taking
a job in Dubai for six months!
No, no, he won't have to, I'll give him a bit of a hand out.
-It'll be too late!
If you contest the will, Janine will fight to the death.
That's months of court hearings, and Ricky needs the money now!
they're not really your family, anyway.
More mine than yours.
Frank still means a lot to you,
Just cos somebody dies doesn't mean the feelings go away.
I owe Frank...
..he's the one who gave me the capitol to start up
-my radio repair shop.
It didn't last long... just a couple of years.
But he believed in me.
I've gone this long without seeing the Nile.
-You don't mean...?
-If I kept my mother's money, it'd only be cursed.
Frank was my best friend all those years ago.
I can't stand in the way of it helping his son.
Easy come, easy go.
Like I say, Lady Luck was never a pal of mine.
You're a very, very kind hearted man, Norman.
I can see what them five wives saw in you.
-..how do you fancy meeting up in the week, for a drink or something?
As friends, mind - don't want any crossed wires, do we?
So what do you say?
I'd say my luck was finally changing.
It's just that it's my busy period here...
Right, and there's no answer? All right, yeah, I'm on my way.
That's the school. Tiff's not very well,
-I have to pick her up. I'll try not to be too long.
I'm not happy about this Arthur.
I know. But everywhere I look in the flat, I just see Mercy.
It's the same for me. Don't you think I'm missing her too?
Yeah, but Mrs B's offered and...I think she's lonely.
I think she needs someone to look after, you know what I mean?
I'm very fond of you, Arthur... don't be a stranger.
What, me? Auntie O... Listen, all right?
Don't tell her I told you this, but Mrs B's chicken pie ain't got nothing on your Jollof rice.
Can I borrow that? Thanks.
Thought it was you.
-Oh! You stalking me?
-No, I was going to come knock for you,
-see if you fancied a game of hide and seek.
Having some lunch?
Yeah, thinking about it.
I'm taking a break, if you fancy some company.
Yeah. Look, the thing is, Ian...
people, they're starting to talk about us.
-I don't like being talked about.
Denise...do you fancy me?
You misunderstand. I know you don't fancy me. I wouldn't WANT you to.
I mean, you're my mate.
I think of you like I do Alfie...
-You're one of the guys.
And mates hang out, they have something to eat together.
I can assure you,
there is nothing sexual about you. I don't fancy you
in the slightest.
Holly's got her nose pierced and it looks great.
-I didn't think you liked Holly any more.
-I do now.
-So, what's been going on with you?
Just bought the bike.
..d'you wanna get back together?
-If you want.
I saw Lola kiss you the other day.
It didn't mean anything.
What do you think of her?
She's all right. She's a laugh.
Not the type of girl you'd have as a girlfriend, though.
do you think we should...?
Well, I've hated not being with you.
And I love you...
Oh...well, let's see how it goes, eh.?
I want to be with you forever.
And I want us to do it.
Don't you want to do it?
Yeah...'course I do.
Have you got...things?
I'll have to get one.
Or I could do it, if you'd rather.
Yeah? All right. Great.
Norman has decided not to contest the will.
I won't ask what you had to do to make him change his mind. Although,
-it's been so long, you must have got some enjoyment out of it.
-Shut up, Janine!
If you must know, it wasn't Norman's idea to contest the will in the first place.
Now, why doesn't that come as a complete surprise?
-You old poisonous bitch.
-He's Lydia's son. He's got more right to that money than you.
No, no, this has got nothing to do with Norman. This is about
you not bearing to see me have anything.
If Norman would have shared the money between you and Ricky. That would have been fair.
And where does fairness come into this, hmm?
Was it fair that my mum died?
Was it fair that you broke her heart by jumping into bed with my dad?
And was it fair that you turned my dad against me? Was it?
I see Lydia's taught you well. History rewritten...
that's money well spent(!)
Yes. MY money.
Look...I know there's bad feeling between us,
but I don't want anything to affect Ricky.
'Course you don't. Can I ask you something?
let's turn the clock back. You just got together with my dad -
or should I say got BACK together with my dad -
he introduced you to the kids. We've got Clare, Diane, Ricky...
Was it at that point that you thought, "Little brat, not going to bother with her",
or did that come later?
I've always been there for you, Janine. You can't say I haven't.
But you prefer Ricky. Let's not pretend that you don't.
He needs me more than you do.
He always has.
And what about me?
I needed a mum...
I needed love.
Hey! What are you doing here?
Skiving, by the looks of things.
-I've had to fetch her from school cos she said she was ill.
-I am ill!
She perked up soon as she got out the gates.
-I've had to leave Marie on her own.
-Tiff, you have to go back to school, darling.
-She's been signed off sick for the rest of the day.
-Can't you take her to the cafe?
No, Ricky, I can't.
You'll have to have her. Or ask Pat.
No! I want to stay with Dad! I want to stay with him until he goes!
-Goes? Where you going?
I'm going back to Dubai.
Dubai? You said you were going on a trip!
-Yeah, I am, darling...
PAT: 'I've never pretended I'm perfect.'
But I've tried with you, Janine, I really have.
Well, maybe you just didn't try hard enough.
But there's still time...
-What do you mean?
I'll give Ricky some of the money...
Go on... how much do you really want your precious Ricky
-to have the money?
-I'm not begging you.
Fine. Then he won't have a penny.
-How much we talking about here?
-Thousands...tens of thousands. I'll will sign the cheque
as soon as the money's in my account.
Come on, Pattie...
how much does my precious brother really mean to you?
-Ricky, you can't just go and leave the kids!
if you want me to beg, I'll beg!
I'm begging you, please...
I'll get down on my hands and knees!
What you doing? What's going on?
-Was you making her beg?
Come on, it was only a joke.
Don't play the innocent with me, Janine.
Fine, all right.
She was begging, OK? Begging for me
to share the money with you, which I was going to do anyway, but you know Pat and her grand gestures.
Is this true, Pat?
Norman's not contesting the will. But that's not important, the important thing is
-you don't have to go to Dubai! Janine's giving you money!
-No. I don't want her money.
-Yeah, all right.
-I don't want anything from you! How could you let Pat do that?
-Come on, I was only kidding!
-All right, mate, I'm coming!
-You don't need to go, Ricky!
-Where's he going?
-Dubai! For six months.
Ricky, come on, send the taxi away.
-I was thinking of £100,000. Would that be enough?
-You make me sick!
-I'd rather work till my hands bleed than take anything from you.
-Ricky, don't be stupid!
You think Bianca would take her money? Do you?
And have her lording it up over us, how we spend every penny? You know what,
I might not have much, Pat, but at least I've got my pride!
You never even had any pride.
Yeah? Well, maybe it's about time I did.
-Stop him! Talk to him..
-What can I do?
Do I have to do everything myself?
-What you doing? Ricky?
-Ricky! Ricky, think!
Think of the kids! Think of the start in life that money'll give them!
My kids don't need money.
They just need love, and me and Bianca
-can give them that in bucket loads.
-This ain't right.
-you're being an idiot.
-I don't want you to go!
I know, darling.
I'll be back by Christmas.
No! Please, Daddy... I'll be good! I'll go to school every day!
Come on, Tiff...
-come on, darling.
-Get off me! I hate you!
-don't talk to Nanna Carol like that...
-I hate all of you!
You happy now?
Pat, can you just tell Liam and Morgan I said goodbye...
I've gotta go...
-Don't worry, I'll look after the kids.
Ricky, your dad would be proud of you.
That's it. We're over! As far as I'm concerned, you don't exist any more!
And I hope that money kills you!
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Pat’s horrified to discover Ricky’s leaving today for a job in Dubai for 6 months. Ricky’s adamant he has to go for the kids’ sake; they need the money now that Norman’s contesting Lydia’s will. Pat’s determined to change Norman’s mind. He initially refuses, the money will make up for the cruel way Lydia treated him. Later, thinking of the support Frank gave him, Norman agrees not to contest the will to help Ricky. Janine’s irritated that Pat thinks Norman has more right to Lydia’s money than her and accuses Pat of neglecting her as a child. Janine agrees to share the money with Ricky – if Pat begs. Desperate, Pat’s starting to beg when Ricky walks in. Janine insists she was joking and offers him £100,000. Appalled that Janine’s made Pat beg, Ricky’s adamant he wants nothing from her. Insisting all his kids need is love, he gets into a taxi for the airport. Pat thinks Frank would be proud of Ricky, but rounds on Janine – as far as she’s concerned Janine doesn’t exist. The cab pulls away as Ricky tearfully waves goodbye.
Tanya avoids Greg’s attempts to talk about having children, and is annoyed to discover Greg’s been researching IVF treatment.
Jay’s bought a motorbike. Jay and Abi reconcile after admitting they miss each other. Jay assures Abi that Lola’s not the kind of girl he wants as his girlfriend. Abi tells Jay she’s ready to be together properly, and offers to get condoms.
Hung-over Fatboy wakes on Dot’s sofa having crashed in drunk in the middle of the night, crying about Mercy. He decides to move into Dot’s – the flat reminds him too much of Mercy.
Denise’s worried when Tanya and Rainie tease her about her friendship with Ian. Ian assures he thinks of her as ‘one of the guys’.