05/08/2011 EastEnders

-Cheryl? Ah! Caught you.

-What?

-Sneaking out?

No. No, really, just...water.

-Water?

-Thirsty.

-There was me thinking you were running out!

-No. No, honestly.

-It's just you left this upstairs. Sorry, it's got a little bit tangled.

-That's OK. Forget my head!

And you're all right about everything that happened last night?

-It was lovely.

-Had me worried for a moment.

Dad!

Bobby...just stay there, I'll come up to you, OK?

I'm really sorry but you have to go.

-Oh...

-Look, I will call you, OK?

All right.

-OK.

-See you.

-Who was that?

-Jehovah's Witness.

Who's Jehovah?

-How would you like to go out for ice-cream for breakfast?

-Sure.

You all right? It's not serious, is it?

No, I'm fine. Just a few stitches. See you back indoors.

I'd keep your distance if I was you.

-Have you been down the cop shop? Julie never come back...

-Don't mention her name.

-I'm just worried, Phil.

-Didn't you hear what I just said?

-But if they press charges she'll go back inside!

-You just don't get it, do you?

Now, you can witter on all you like, but I don't care.

They ain't my family, and you won't be either if you carry on like that.

Please, Phil I just...

-You off to work, babe?

-No, I'm going to bed.

I know I didn't say the right things yesterday, but you've got to help me out Tan.

I shouldn't have to tell you what to say, Greg.

-Where you going?

-The salon.

You know, that place I go to every day to do that thing called work.

At this time?

Yes. Sorry, I didn't realise I needed to put out a memo.

Leaving a half hour early, nobody panic!

Oi, I know you're upset,

-but do you really want to rock the boat?

-It's my boat, Mum, just stay out of it.

(He may not be a dream ticket but you could do a lot worse my girl,

(a lot worse.)

-I'm not a ghost, so you didn't kill me. Bad luck.

-What you going to do?

-Oh, yeah, that's nice, innit? Yeah, I'm fine, thanks for asking.

-Look, I'm sorry, all right?

-Why did you do it?

-Just for a laugh.

-Stop it, Lola.

I can see you're shaking.

-Look, I know what it's like, all right?

-What?

-Coming here on your own,

not knowing if you fit in, not knowing if you even want to...

No. You're wrong. I just don't do pink, all right?

-All right fine, that's how you want to play it.

-You going to grass?

-No.

-YOU are.

-What?

I'll give you till tonight to do the right thing.

And if you don't, then I will. All right?

Oh, flipping heck, Oscar...

I've just mopped here! Where you going?

The caff. Their toast don't taste of bleach.

I'll make you some more... Please, stay and eat your breakfast at least?

-Got loads to do anyway.

-What about Oscar?

-Well, you got plans?

-Yeah, actually.

-Like what?

No, it's fine. We'll have a lovely day, won't we Oscar?

Yeah, you will. See you later. Thank you.

Appreciate it.

Lola? I got you some breakfast. Then we'll pop down the nick,

see if we can find Julie, yeah?

Lo?

Lola?

-ALFIE:

-Shh, don't make a noise.

Wait there, count to ten, all right? Close your eyes.

All right, shortcake? I've got something you can do today.

Clean some glasses.

Don't be giving me the old evil eye look,

I thought you were going to help me out?

That was the whole idea. I'm trying my best, here. Actually,

-there is something that you can do...

-What?

-Who's this?

-Ta-daaaaaaa!

-Tiff!

-See, that's better, innit, eh?!

-Come on!

-Yes, come on. Let's go! Yes!

-THEY SHRIEK AND LAUGH

-JEAN:

-What's all the shrieking?

-What?

-Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't you working today?

-Oooh, I'm sensing a tone...

-No, you should've told me.

I'll have to make sure they don't set fire to the place.

Oh, Kat, don't be silly, they're as good as gold.

Not my idea of gold. And thanks to your family

-they've got no sofa to sit on.

-Granted, but that'll be sorted soon.

I'm going downstairs. Shout if you want me. Love you! Tommy!

Are you sure she didn't say she was going somewhere, that she was meeting someone?

DOOR OPENS

Hang on, that might be her now. Bye.

-It's OK. They didn't charge me.

-Have you been down the station all night?

-Yeah. They released me with a caution.

-Oh, great(!)

-What's the matter?

-It's Lola...

-she's gone.

-Gone?

-Yeah. Took all her stuff, no-one's seen her...

what if she's done something stupid? What if... PHONE RINGS

Lola?

Yeah, yeah, that's me.

She's there?

Thank God for that.

OK, I'll be right over.

That was Hannah. She's at the care home. Why would she go there?

-Maybe she feels safe there?

-She's probably upset about you getting arrested.

What happened, Julie?

I mean, I just don't get it.

Is that it, eh?

-You smash up Phil's garage, nearly kill Jay in the process and all you can do is shrug!

-Sorry.

It's like you're going out of your way to screw up this residency application.

Another caution means they're bound to ask questions of us, ain't they?

I thought I was doing the best for her.

The best for her! How?

We're supposed to be her guardians! We're supposed to be protecting her! And what do you do?

-Run round acting like some stupid kid!

-I covered for her.

-Oh, what?

-I didn't do it, Billy. Lola did.

-All right, mate?

-Yeah.

-So?

-So what?

What happened with Cheryl?

Well, she came round. We had some dinner,

we had some wine. Yeah, it was nice.

-Nice?

-Yeah.

-I don't understand.

What does "nice" mean?

Nice. It means,

-it was nice. I thought you didn't approve?

-No, I don't. But, you know,

I'm growing old here wanting to know what happened.

Come on, talk to me.

Shut up, you dirty dog! Are you serious? You the man!

-You stud muffin.

-Ian, you there?

-Come on in, it's open! (Cheryl.)

-Either you're really good or she's a bit "woo-woo".

-She is not a bit...

Oh, hello,

-you remember Alfie, don't you?

-Hello.

-Hello sweetheart, you all right?

-Yeah, so did you want something?

-Just to see you.

I better be off.

I'll see you later, mate, all right?

See you. Bye.

Lola's so out of control, Billy.

She scares me.

I know she's a handful, but we can deal with her. We're a team.

-What you've just done proves that.

-Does it?

You're an amazing mum.

But I'm not her mum though, am I?

OK. You're an amazing nan, then.

You just needed to find your feet. And now you have.

Let's go and get her, eh?

OK.

-But we're bored!

-Can't you take us somewhere like the arcade?

-The cinema?

-What, with a screaming baby? No, thanks.

-You can leave him here.

-I'll take him if you like?

-See?

Why don't you do dressing up or something? Go through my wardrobe.

-And your make-up?

-Yeah, just don't get it on the carpet.

Yes!

You're a braver woman than me.

Have you got a better suggestion, Jean?

No, 'course I'm pleased to see you, it's just surprising,

-it's only been a little while since...

-It's what I'm like, things go round and round in my head

-and I was so distracted at work. Felt like I was going to explode!

-Explode with what?

Jane. Don't be angry, it's just...

I feel like I can't compete.

-She's dead.

-I know,

I know it's irrational but maybe if you could tell me a bit more about what happened

I might be able to get past it.

-Cheryl, there's nothing to get past.

-I don't even know WHEN it happened.

Bobby still talks about her like she's alive

so it can't have been long ago...

Look, just look and listen to me, OK?

I'm with you, right?

And no offence, but all we ever seem to do is talk about Jane.

I thought the whole point of dating was about getting to know each other.

Is that what we're doing? Dating?

Yeah.

-Come on Greg, I've got customers. I feel stupid.

-Just a sec.

-What is it?

-You were supposed to keep your eyes shut.

-A rocking horse?

-All right, look, to cheer you up,

picture the scene - little girl, blonde hair, pig tails,

gorgeous little dress. Personally I like "Emma", but...

-No.

-What?

-No. What did you bring it in here for?

The salon of all places!

What do you mean?

-It'll have to go back.

-What is this? What've I done now?

Oh, here we go again, eh?

Priceless. You turned on me last night because I couldn't

-magically read your mind, now THIS!

-You don't see what you're doing? A rocking horse, Greg!

You know I'm not finding it easy to conceive,

but you carry on anyway, pushing me,

-painting ridiculous rosy pictures...

-What's so ridiculous about a rocking horse?

Where shall I start?! It's not flamin' Surrey!

Fine. I'll get rid of it. Can't do anything right today.

Call me later?

Yeah.

Oh, I'm sorry! Oh, I'm so clumsy...

Can I get you another drink?

That's very kind of you.

I'll have a large vodka and coke, thanks.

Quick as you can. Don't forget to take your shoes off.

If you don't mind just waiting here? Come on, girls.

You OK?

Yeah, I'll just go and find the toilets.

Lola?

I knew you'd do this.

-What are you doing here?

-To get away from you.

You're pathetic, following me here.

-Look, I just can't stand it any more.

-Stand what?

-You and her,

telling me what to do all the time. I hate the Square and your scummy little flat.

As for the Mitchells, they're all up themselves. I don't even care about what's happened.

-Lola, please?

-Just go. Go!

-Me and Beale? We go way back.

-What was he like, you know, after...?

Went to pieces.

-It was hard to watch.

-Poor Ian.

-Guilt ate away at him...

Guilt?

-You two know each other, then?

-Mo was just saying how she's close to Ian, they go way back.

Oh, right!

Can I help you, Alfie? Just, this was a private conversation.

Yeah, 'course. Sorry, Mo!

HE CHUCKLES

Lola's made herself clear, Mr Mitchell.

-Your nan's explained why you're upset.

-What? You said...

-It's OK, we're not angry, are we?

-No.

-Why don't you phone later, fix a time to talk next week?

-Five minutes, Lola?

She said no.

OK! All right. I'll hear 'em out.

Girls? You hungry?

-What is that? How long's that been on for?

-Dunno, not long.

-You stupid girls.

-You said we could play with your stuff.

I can't leave you alone for five minutes,! You're more hard work than Tommy and he's a baby!

TOMMY CRIES

-Is my moustache gone now?

-Shenice, wait...

-Shall I see to him?

-Just wait there.

Does this mean I don't get to wear her leopard print skirt?

Tiffany, why don't I take you home?

And you can help me with a little job I've got to do later.

We know you've been feeling mixed up and we understand that, more than you know.

-Right, Ju?

-Yeah.

We care about you, Lo...

You're our granddaughter, and well,

the thing is...we love you.

-I love you.

-I don't love YOU.

That's normal, innit? We ain't known each other that long,

but you'll get used to us.

The point is, you don't have to be in here any more.

What about you?

-Yeah. I know how you're feeling.

-Oh, yeah?

-Yeah... Like you don't fit in.

-No, you're wrong.

-All right, you're confused...

You're fed up and you're angry

about being treated like a nobody, right?

But we don't think that about you.

Come home with us, Lo...

-We'll make it work, the three of us, together.

-What about Jay?

-Julie'll have a word with him, ask him to keep quiet, right?

-Yeah.

-OK.

-OK.

-How many?

-Am I including the one who dumped him on his wedding night?

-What?

-Cos if I am, it comes to four.

How did you say you knew Ian? Cos he never mentioned you.

Well, if you get me another drink I'll tell you all about it.

OK. Need to go to the little girls' room first.

Well, make it quick!

Mo?

-Are your ears burning?

-What've you been saying about me?

How well you're doing after Jane, may she rest in peace.

You stay out of my business.

-Gladly. For a price.

-All right.

Now go away.

I think you like her a lot more than that. And I mean, a lot more than THAT.

Shenice!

Sssh! Just got Tommy down.

Sorry.

Where's Shenice?

In her room, I think.

I got some plants, cos I thought we could do some window boxes later.

Nice idea.

Have you spoken to her?

-Seen how she is?

-She's not a baby, Jean, she should have known better.

You think I overreacted?

I don't think anything.

-You seem a bit edgy, though.

-Been up half the night with Tommy.

-I did offer to help.

-I know.

You must be exhausted.

-I'm fine.

-'Course you are.

It just might be nice if Alfie asked once in a while.

-Asked what?

-How I feel.

What's my opinion?

I mean, a whole summer... that's a long time, Jean.

Especially when you've got a little boy with lungs like Pavarotti.

You're angry with Alfie for asking Shenice to stay?

No.

Yeah... Not really...

I just wish that he'd wait for his brain to catch up with heart

before making these grand gestures.

All he sees is a big happy family,

sitting round a table, laughing, Vaseline round the lens.

But the reality is a bit different.

Don't get me wrong, she's a lovely little girl,

but I'm shattered.

And the last bit of energy I have I want to give to my boy.

Does that make me such a cow?

When you said you had to see me, this weren't exactly what I had in mind.

-This is bad, Max.

-What?

-I'm turning into you. I swear, I am.

-Babe, what you talking about?

-Me.

All the lying. Like, twisting things to cover my tracks.

The scary thing is I'm actually quite good at it. Seriously. It's all your fault.

I mean it, Max. I don't like the person I'm turning into.

So what d'you want to do about it? What, you want to come clean?

I don't know.

What's taking him so long?

I scare you, don't I?

-What?

-I do...I can tell. That's why you took the rap.

That doesn't make any sense, Lola.

I did it cos I care about you.

-That's a load of bull.

-Don't talk to me like that.

Cos you knew if you didn't, Billy'd get angry at you.

-Just like the last time you stitched me up.

-I done that for you.

You're a selfish, selfish cow. That's why you got rid of my dad.

-You know nothing about that.

-I know he hated you.

You know what, Lola? You're my granddaughter,

and I want to protect you.

It doesn't feel like it. I mean, Billy says all this stuff,

-but YOU... You can't even look at me...

-Stop it.

-Feel sorry for you.

-Enough...

-Billy doesn't love you as much

now I'm around, does he? You come second best. What a shame.

DOOR OPENS

Sorry about that...

had to persuade the traffic warden not to give me a ticket.

Swear he got his machine out soon as he seen me coming.

-All set?

-Yeah.

Come on then, let's go.

-What are they called?

-Pansies.

They have little faces.

You know, if you look after them really well,

you'll get to see them grow nice and tall before you go home to your mum.

But you have to water them every day.

Promise?

Don't worry if you forget,

cos I'm here to help you.

I've got your back.

-Ian, hello.

-All right?

-I bumped into your friend here.

-Friend?

-Me and Cheryl are getting on like a house on fire.

-Right.

Now, where were we?

-Jane's last wishes for Ian...

-Stop. What was I doing,

listening to idle gossip?

-Gossip?

-I'm sorry, Ian,

I've been really silly, haven't I?

You don't want to trust him, Chezza, he's a snake.

-And you ain't heard the best bit, yet.

-Cheryl.

-What?

My name's Cheryl and I don't want to hear another word of your vicious slander. Come on, Ian.

I'm going to unpack.

Listen, maybe you should go and see Jay, you know...

like we agreed?

I'll drop the motor off. Darren will be sweating, Max is due back.

What about the residency order? And my record?

If they find out it was Lola, they'll come down even harder on us,

say we can't manage her.

Just trust me, yeah,

please?

OK.

-Has something happened?

-Mum,

-will you just give us some space, please?

-What are you doing?

Mum, just give... Please.

SHE SIGHS

I just want to say I'm really sorry for being such a cow earlier.

You don't deserve to be treated like that.

And...there's something I need to tell you...

I haven't been honest with you, Greg...

I don't get why?

It was a moment of madness, I really don't want to see her punished.

She won't be, she ain't even got a record.

Just probably get a slap on the wrist. It ain't right, all this.

-Is it Billy?

-Promise you won't say anything?

All right. I promise.

-DOOR SLAMS

-Anyone home?

You got to be very stupid to come here.

Oh, don't worry, King Kong, I'm leaving your jungle.

So that's what it's all been about, is it?

The mood swings,

you having a go at me all the time for no reason?

I'm sorry.

You're just stressed, you're confused...

No, I'm not. I'm not, Greg.

I don't want another baby.

But what about what I want? I want to be a dad.

You already are...you're doing it, you know, with Oscar and the girls.

No, I'm not. Their dad lives across the street.

Me, I'm just this bloke who happens to live with their mum.

That's not true, babe, that's not true. They love you.

I want my own child. My own child.

I want to hold my newborn baby

in my arms for the first time.

I want a kid that...

grows up calling me Dad.

And what I want is irrelevant, is it?

No. 'Course not...

If I could flick a switch

and change the way I feel, I would.

You've got to see that the things you've just been saying, right,

they're not what being a dad is about.

Being a dad is about...

it's about grafting, it's about being there,

day in day out. And you're already doing that.

All right, the girls might never call you Dad, but who cares?

Lauren asked you to teach her to drive. YOU, Greg. Not Max.

That's got to tell you something.

And Oscar...

..sometimes I look at you two together

and I forget he's not yours.

You're already a dad, Greg, you're doing it...

Isn't that enough?

Here you are, look, what do you think?

Oh, wow!

Look at you!

Beautiful. It's a little bit tarty, innit?

-I wear mine like that.

-I know, exactly.

-You look beautiful. Do you like it?

-I love it.

-Me too.

-Me too.

-So you had fun today, then?

-Yeah, with a bit of help from Jean.

-Oh, it was nothing...

We put flowers in a box.

You serious?

What colour flowers? Let me guess. Were there some pink flowers? Blue flowers?

-Red flowers?

-KAT MOUTHS

Roses?

Sit down please, Billy.

What's the matter?

I've got something to say to you. I don't want you to be angry.

OK...

Meeting you again has been

-the best thing that's happened to me in years.

-And me.

No-one really gets us, do they? But we sort of fit.

Pair of losers.

-Well, I don't want anything to ruin that.

-It won't, will it?

Listen, please hear me out.

I don't think I can do this...

I don't think I can be like a mum to Lola.

She reminds me so much of me, years ago, and...

I've just been blotting that out all my life and running away from it.

And then there's my...

OUR son...

He's gone,

but I can't stop hurting.

-What are you saying?

-OK. OK, imagine,

just for a minute, OK, if it was me and you again?

Yeah, but it ain't, is it? Cos there's me, you and Lola now...

But she likes it in that care home. It's not like when we were there...

you know, it's probably the best place for her.

How can you even think that?

But I do. And I can't help it.

Julie, look,

I know it's been a tough couple of weeks, but we can sort it out, I know we will.

We survived back then because we were a team.

-It'll be easier now.

-Easier?

Yeah! Because we'll all be looking out for each other. The three of us.

-Three?

-Yeah.

We'll be even stronger.

Please don't, Ju.

Please don't make me choose.

I am sorry.

-You know what I'm going to say.

-Yeah, I do.

It's OK.

She needs me.

She might not be able to say it, but...

I know that I can help her.

And I've never had that before... not even with Jay.

I can't turn my back on her.

You know...we're not that alike cos you're a lot braver than me.

You don't need to keep running.

Neither do you! Stay here...

No, Bill.

But I don't want to be on my own again.

You won't be on your own.

You've got Lola.

Are you all right?

Yeah. We're happy, ain't we?

'Course we are.

Then if having a baby's going to change all that,

then it can't be worth it, can it?

You're my world, Tan,

you really are.

KNOCK ON DOOR

-Just bringing this little one back.

-Hey!

-Hello, darling.

-Come here.

Little guy!

All right. Same time tomorrow?

Smart move.

Eh? Wasn't a move.

'Course not.

Be good for Billy.

Bye, then...

Skidmark.

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