25/08/2011 EastEnders

I saw little Tiff yesterday.

She's a pretty girl, isn't she?

This is nice.

You do anything to Tiff.

I was just saying that I'd seen her, all right.

-I mean it, lay one finger on her...

-Like I'll hurt your little sister?

After everything you did for me? You saved me.

All our lives, people have pushed us out.

Kicked us and put us down.

You felt it too.

Since meeting me, you realised I was the first person who got you. Who understood you.

What we had, Whit, it was love.

We can have that again.

All of that and more.

All we've got to do is get in the car and go.

What about your mum?

She never had cancer, Whit.

I've not seen her for years.

Do you know why?

Because she dumped me when I was a little kid, and never bothered getting in touch since.

-Why did you tell me that?

-Because I needed an excuse.

I needed to see you, to speak to you.

That was you, wasn't it? That car window. Downstairs.

HE SIGHS

Cuddly toys?

Nice boys who are barely shaving?

You're 18 years old now,

is that what you want out of life?

You and me, we got the world at our feet.

Open road. Just get the motor and go.

What do you say?

I don't know.

Look at those big,

beautiful eyes.

That was the first thing I noticed.

That's when I knew you'd be mine.

DOOR OPENS

So the car's at the hospital and the window should be done by the time...

-I'm calling the police.

-I'm all right, Fats.

-No, you're not.

-You heard her.

-Have you forgot what he done to you?

-I'm fine.

-Looks like someone's got himself a little crush.

I ain't scared of you, all right.

She's way out of your league, pal.

-You think you're all that, innit? I wouldn't scrape you off my shoe, bruv.

-Is that right?

Yeah, she's worth ten of you, man. A hundred even.

Why don't you do yourself a favour and shut it?

You're nothing. You're nothing but a cheap little pimp, man.

-I said shut it!

-What are you doing?!

Get off him! Get off!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

He wound me up, babe.

-Now you can go.

-Don't be like that, please, Whit.

-You can go now.

Whitney.

I'll be at the Ocean View.

Call me, please.

-Whit?

-Sorry.

It's all right. It's all right...

Are you OK? All right, he's gone.

Why did you pretend you was living there when you was only the hired help?

I wanted you to think I'd made something of myself.

You told me a pack of lies, like you've always told me a pack of lies.

The way that you looked at me earlier...

-wanting what I had.

-Except you didn't have it.

You've always looked down on me. That's what you've always done.

-Well, don't lie in the gutter.

-If you've come here to gloat...

No, I've come because you're my half sister.

I've come here because I may not have long to live and I might never see you again.

What have you got?

Don't ask. What haven't I got is more the question.

Neither of us are getting any younger, Rose. Not even you in your pretend swanky house.

I was ashamed, living here. Look at it!

Well, you should show it a duster. Wash your nets.

My pension's gone before I get it.

Didn't stop you buying yourself a drink last night.

I've not bought myself a drink since 1974.

Flash a bit of leg, open a button.

Time for my next job.

The man who owned the carpet factory, was he a lie too?

He worked on the floor, sweeping up the cuttings.

Came here to be near his grandchildren.

Choked to death on a peanut.

No.

You know what? After Lucas,

after I found out about all them prostitutes and everything, I got myself checked out.

Screened for everything.

Kim, it's no big deal.

Right clinic, it just takes a few minutes.

I ain't taking no test.

Babe, I know you're scared.

I was scared. Bricking it.

But it's better to know than not to know. Plus, they've got drugs and everything now.

And the sooner they know, the sooner they can treat...

..and the better chance that you'll survive.

Hello.

We just had some winkles.

I don't think they've agreed with her.

Thought I'd sneak in with you.

See what all the fuss was about.

MUSIC: "Always On My Mind" by Pet Shop Boys

Shirley'll be out in a minute.

She's, um, she's got a boyfriend, you know?

He's very scary.

I'm not interested in Shirley.

-It's just you looked...

-I'm interested in you.

This ain't a job, this is gambling!

Not if you stack your chances.

What?

Watch who's losing, right.

See which machines haven't paid out. And when they move on, you move in.

So, it's illegal gambling!

I mean, we'll all be in the cells.

What did I ever do when we were children? To you?

When I come back to London after the war, from my Auntie Gwen's

I found a little baby, a little brother and that nasty man

all living with my mother. And all I wanted was a little bit of attention.

But it was as if I was just some girl put there to help her bring you two up.

And later, when I met Charlie,

you couldn't stand it, you was jealous. And you had to have him, too.

Oh, it wasn't like that!

Fluttering your eyelashes, thrusting out your bosoms, setting out your stall - you ruined my life.

And he ruined mine.

Every two years, moving on.

Never stopping anywhere long enough to put down a carpet.

-Never belonging, never really making friends.

-You said you'd got friends.

Yeah, well, I lied.

Because you've got all that, haven't you? Nice little community.

Friends to talk to. What have I got?

Nudge a line of cherries, sit at home on my tod.

My feet in a plastic washing-up bowl.

Karaoke on a Friday night, bunk up with someone from the lunch club if I'm lucky.

Oh, Rose.

And just this morning, for an hour,

I was married to a man who owned a factory and lived in a palace.

And ate Florentines every morning off a china plate.

But even if all that was real and true, I'd change it all,

just to have people who said, "How are you?" and mean it.

And neighbours who said, "Good morning, Rose."

I told you I don't do winkles.

Shirley! He really likes me!

-You're quick, ain't you?

-So why didn't you tell me?

Because we came here together.

Hang on, you fancy him, don't you?

Oh, do me a favour, I've heaved enough for one day.

So why didn't you tell me?

-Cos it might have been a bet.

-A bet?

You remember Brighton?

"I pulled a pig"?

-You ready to go in?

-No, I need to go and lay down.

-How about a meal later?

Sorry, Andrew.

Bet's off.

I'm so sorry.

Just one phone call, Whit.

I don't want the police.

I want Ryan.

-Ryan.

-What?

Just looking out for me, I really appreciate it.

It ain't a joke, you know, Kim. There are guys out there, seriously.

I know. Look, what about if I buy you a drink? You know, no hard feelings?

-Hello, who's this?

-A girl needs a friend like you.

Whoa, Fatboy. From the top.

One word at a time.

What shall I do, collect?!

-Gamble!

-Gamble!

-Gamble.

-Oh, I'll gamble.

Ooh, look at that, look at that!

Lovely. How much we got?

It ain't just you, you know?

I mean,

you ain't exactly choosy who you give it out to.

Five guys, Denise.

Well, since that bloke that come to see you, that's five guys at risk.

Five guys - my whole life.

Christopher Stirk at school. Dexter.

Costas in Magaluf. Costas's brother.

Dexter again, so that don't count. And Lewis who came round. Yeah?

Five. So don't give me all of that "you ain't exactly choosy".

All right, so that girl that gives it all the talk, then?

It was a front.

Fake - just like these.

All that effort

and still nobody wants me.

Maybe you shouldn't try so hard.

It's what I know, innit?

-It's who I am.

-Yeah, well, I haven't always been careful.

Listen, Kimmy ain't judging you, you know.

It's not my style.

So, since that Lewis?

Not a sniff.

Oh, and before you ask, I always make them put a hat on it.

I'm proud of you.

Except that one night with Lewis.

Admit it, we had fun.

I'd almost forgotten what fun is.

Oh, come on, you and all your friends.

They've all gone.

Lou and Ethel.

And Pauline.

Pauline? But you said...

And then Jim, he's had a stroke and I've had to put him in a nursing home

because he got worse and I couldn't cope.

I'm sorry. I didn't know.

Why should you, Rose?

I know you're probably busy, but would you like to come and have a spot of dinner with me at the hotel?

Sounds lovely.

-Sevenish?

-Yes, seven.

-You don't need a creep like him.

-It wasn't a bet after all, was it?

Anyway, I thought you said you'd finished with men.

-That's before I met Andrew.

-Oh, Hev, look what happened last time.

-Yeah, but that was different.

-Yeah, it was different - he didn't even exist!

Shirl, you're supposed to be my mate.

And I don't want to see you get hurt again.

So you've got Phil, so why shouldn't I have a boyfriend, eh?

Come on, Hev, don't leave like this.

I get it.

You think that Phil's gonna run off with someone else again.

-No, I don't.

-Yeah, and if I've got someone, you'll be on your own.

You know what, I'm not being your Plan B.

I'm worth more than that.

Hey, come on, it's OK.

I'm here now, yeah? It'll be fine.

Shirl, I don't want a drink.

Oh, come on, Hev. Just the one.

I want pizza and I want Hazell Dean.

-We ain't seen anything of this convention.

-Hev?

Andrew!

You hurt her and I'll break your legs.

You look lovely.

A picture.

I've ordered the table for seven o'clock, so I thought we'd got time

for a little sweet sherry beforehand. You know, a celebration.

Perhaps we should go somewhere else.

No, no, I told you, it's my treat.

But I'm feeling a little bit...

-Mrs Branning!

-Oh, hello, Heather.

-You found yourself a nice young man?

-This is Andrew.

-Hello.

-Oh, what gallantry.

And I'm having a Wu Wu.

Oh, how lovely. I'm having dinner with my sister.

Oh, you worked things out?

Rose!

Rose, come over.

Me and Mrs Branning, we work in the launderette. Doing laundry.

Heather, this is my sister Rose.

-Rose, this is my friend Heather and her new friend Anthony.

-It's Andrew.

-Oh, Andrew, sorry.

-Heather.

-Andrew.

-Hello, Ma.

Listen, maybe later, I was thinking that...

Has he gone after him?

-He's your brother. He wants to look out for you.

-Where's my phone?

-He just wants have a chat.

-Where is my phone? I need to call him.

-He was having a talk with him.

-You don't know what he's like.

-He will kill him!

-Well, you know what? The guy probably deserves it.

Not Rob, you idiot. Ryan.

He will kill Ryan.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

No more lies, you said.

I didn't think you'd want to meet him.

He's my Charlie's, ain't he?

-No.

-Rose Elizabeth, look me in the eyes

and tell me that he is not my deceased husband's child.

No, he is not.

Then why the big mystery?

-Why didn't you say nothing?

-Well, we weren't talking, were we?

Well, of course we was, when I come up to Liverpool, when you was in the hospital.

Me and his dad, we weren't married.

Well, that don't come as no surprise.

Andy was away. It had been a secret for such a long time.

I wanted to tell you but I just didn't know how.

-Table for two?

->

-Table for four.

-I don't think that's...

-No, me and Heather were going to...

-Nonsense. It's not every day I become an auntie.

Sorry.

Just five minutes with the doctor, the counsellor said.

Then you'll know.

You won't like the smoked haddock.

-It's going to repeat on you.

-Mother.

-He'll have the soup followed by the steak.

-I don't want the steak.

-And make it well done, because he doesn't like the red bits.

-Fancy you being my nephew.

He'll get his Christmas list out next!

-Tell me about your father.

-Didn't really see him much, but he...

And what are you doing here with these "lesbian sexuals"? Like a change, do you?

-No, me and Shirley...

-I often wonder about my Andrew.

-He hasn't had a girlfriend for years.

-Ma, leave it.

Not that you'd care to remember.

His last girlfriend were ever so sweet.

But touched a bit by the ugly stick, poor thing.

-Can you say "ugly" nowadays?

-I wouldn't put nothing past you.

I always say to him if he could just shift that puppy fat, but it's not easy, is it?

Some people just can't, can they?

And some people can't keep their ugly mouths shut!

Just because some of us don't jump in bed with everything that smiles at us.

Come on, Heather, we're going.

After everything I've done.

And what's that?

This everything, eh?

Stealing my dinner money?

Poking your bony old beak into everything?

I should've put you in a home years ago.

If I could've found one that'd have you.

I'm sorry.

Let's get out of here.

You make me sick.

I keep hoping you've changed.

And you keep proving me wrong.

-We'll eat somewhere else.

-Actually, I'm not hungry.

-Don't let her spoil our evening.

She's not the one who spoilt it, is she?

Look, do you know what?

You shouldn't speak to your mum like that.

I'm sorry, but it's just wrong.

I'm clear.

-I'm clear.

-Come on.

Got a spare fag?

Don't say anything.

I met him.

I went out with him.

Met his mum.

I finished with him.

Well, that's not bad for one day.

-Shirley, I...

-Oh, Pepsi.

Do you fancy a date with Hazell Dean?

Yeah.

So, you from round here?

-Why do you ask?

-Why not?

What's the accent? Manc?

-Bolton, mate.

-Yeah.

Long way to come, innit?

-So, what do you do?

-Stuff.

Oh, right. Bad boy, is it?

-Listen mate, if you're after a bit of gear, you're barking up the wrong tree, not my thing.

-Chill out.

Just asking a question, ain't I.

Oi!

Go, go, go, go.

That your thing, is it?

What's it got to do with you, mate?

Bit young, ain't they?

Old enough to know.

Bet you would, though.

-No, I got a girl.

-Yeah?

She younger?

Is that what you're into?

If it is, I could make you a few introductions.

You're sick.

Get you anything you want for the right price, pal.

Get you that blonde one right there for a few quid.

Wind your neck in, mate.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Didn't know she had a big brother, did you?

Why would that bother me?

You're disgusting.

She's good, your sister. One of the best.

You took my sister and got her drunk.

Drunk, sober. Made no difference.

You wore her down, mate. Messed with her head.

-You never bought your bird a gift?

-What sort of sick freak sells young girls?

-Get her to do the things that you wanted to do?

-It ain't the same.

No? So why's your heart pounding?

-I hope you can swim.

-Yeah?

Nobody...messes with me!

Leave him! You leave him!

You know why I came back?

Because I knew she'd be easy.

Ryan!

RYAN!

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