26/08/2011 EastEnders

Where is he, Fats?

You know what...

He's most probably drying off in some caff somewhere, you know...

wondering what all the fuss was about.

Whitney Dean!

I'm DC Blake.

Have you found him?

I wonder if there's somewhere we can talk?

-We saved you a seat at breakfast.

-I decided to take a last walk along the promenade.

Are you sure you wouldn't like something to eat.

Hev told me to stuff a load of croissants in her Kim Wilde satchel.

Thank you. I wonder if you would bring the car round,

you know, at your earliest convenience?

-I'd like to get back to Walford.

-Yeah, but we've got a full day's activities ahead of us.

Hev, if Dot wants to go home...

Just a few more hours, Mrs Branning. That's all. Steadman and Lorraine are coming.

I've been waiting 26 years to get my System Addict signed.

Well, there was a rather nice wool shop I noticed on my walk...

Heather, have you seen Andrew?

I saw enough of him last night.

I'm sure he's a very good boy. Deep down.

I'm sorry things didn't work out with your sister.

You sentimental old fool, Dot.

So you're saying it was an unprovoked attack?

That... Mr Grayson followed your brother to the end of the pier.

Yeah, that's right.

That's a long way to walk, don't you think? For someone you hardly know.

Why are you asking me all these questions?

Why aren't you out there trying to find him.

Don't worry. We have officers covering every inch of the coastline.

What was your relationship to Mr Grayson? Rob.

Was he a friend? A boyfriend, perhaps.

Erm...we used to go out.

Was he hoping for a reconciliation?

It's just that he came all this way to see you.

It's rather romantic, don't you think?

I expect your brother was a bit over protective.

I know mine is.

No, he's not like that.

Leading his little sister astray. It's no wonder it led to a scuffle.

It's not his fault, is it?

It seems your brother is already known to my colleagues.

-ABH. Theft...

-He hasn't done anything wrong.

Whereas Mr Grayson has a clear record...

Listen, Whit.

Why don't you just tell her, eh?

Tell her what he done to you.

All right? Just tell her!

You still sulking?

Showing me up in front of my sister like that.

God only knows what she must've thought.

-Still. We're friends again now, aren't we?

-I'll be in the khazi if anyone calls.

How about you and me head down the social tonight? It's chicken in a basket.

I hate it when we fight.

We better get there early. They ran out of chicken last time.

How do you fancy a nice egg buttie?

Red or brown?

What did he ask you to do, Whitney?

Sleep with his mates.

And how many times did he ask you to help him out?

Three, four times.

It doesn't mean anything though, does it?

You can have a drink.

You can block everything out, can't you?

'Cept you can't block everything out.

Because... they're grabbing you, and they hold you down...

And where was Rob when all this was happening?

Outside the door.

Making sure I didn't run off.

When I met him he was so nice to me.

Said I was beautiful.

And that we would open a bar up in Ayia Napa.

Then he took me to this party.

And that's when I realised...

It weren't just his mates.

He'd've put me with anyone.

And I didn't want to be like one of them girls, you know.

I couldn't help it.

He got in here.

He got in here, didn't he?

Like Tony got in here.

I just want to see my brother.

I was going to ask Arthur to take me straight back to Walford.

But I knew I'd never forgive myself if I left without saying nothing.

Do you want some of this? Cos if you do, I'll have to defrost more bread.

The way you goaded that boy last night. It was unforgivable.

I was only having a laugh. He's used to it. We're always like that.

Well, it's not right. And a boy of that age still living with his mother.

-Where else would he go?

-Well, he'd have a flatshare, or a friend.

Or even a girlfriend, as they do nowadays.

I mean, Heather Trott... she may not be Grace Kelly

but she has got the biggest heart of anyone I've ever known.

-She's not right for him.

-Well, nobody'd be right for him according to you, would they?

Because you're scared... You're scared of growing old and being on your own.

Give Andrew a shout and tell him his eggs are ready.

I don't know why I ever come here.

What's all the shouting about?

You are still the same spoilt, selfish little brat you always was.

Excuse me.

Still no news I'm afraid.

Look, Whit, why don't you catch a couple of z's, yeah?

It's been a long night.

No.

I'm... I'll get some fresh air...

Yeah.

You don't know how many times I want to pick up the phone to you.

You know, silly little things and no-one to tell.

You know, like Mum's bread and butter pudding, and how we loved it...

I've made mistakes. Plenty of 'em. Who hasn't?

All I'm asking for is a chance to start again.

Wipe the slate clean.

I've got to get back. I can't keep Heather waiting.

Five minutes.

That's all I want from you.

Here, Hev, there's Old Bill everywhere.

Yeah, well, two blokes fell off the pier, apparently.

-Well, three more hours in this dump and I might go and join 'em.

-Shirl, come on, it's not that bad.

What? No, no, no, no.

I've been waiting 26 years for this.

I'm really sorry.

Cheer up, Hev. Sinitta'll be here at three o'clock.

Shirl, I should never have come here.

I mean, all of this. Look, it's all pretend, innit?

I mean, none of it is real.

Is this all about that pudding?

Come on, Hev, I've seen blokes like that before.

All soft and cuddly on the outside, then knock six bells out of you when they've had a drink.

D'you know what, Shirl? I remember when I first stuck this on my record player.

You know, the world was so magical, Shirl.

Full of possibilities, yeah.

I was going to make something of my myself.

And where did I end up?

Playing snap with Mrs Branning.

Come on, Hev. Life ain't that bad.

Yeah, it's all right for you, innit? You've got someone to share it with.

Well, your Prince Charming will come along one day.

How do I know he's not another Minty, eh?

Because you'll feel it.

In the pit of your tummy.

Come on, you sort the bill out and I'll sort out the cases.

No, Shirl, Shirl, I can't...

I'm short.

-How short?

-I, um, I spent all the money I had on this...

T'Pau picture disc.

It's Bridge of Spies.

You drag me all the way down here to this... freak show.

And you ain't even got enough money to cover the bill?

I'm sorry, Shirl.

What'll we do, eh?

-Oh, I say. Why've you brought me here?

-Remember that time in '48 when Mum took us to the funfair?

Yes, she bought you a new hair ribbon.

Yeah, and I was on at her all day to take me on the Big Wheel.

She gave in to you, as usual.

Yeah, after we got her out the pub and away from them sailors.

Oh, I can barely remember.

Yeah, when we got there, she said you was too old for the funfair.

And you had to stand there holding my coat while I was going round and round and round...

-laughing my head off.

-I got to get back to the hotel.

I never really thought how you felt. I'd like to make it up to you, if you'll let me.

What, up there?

That'll bring on one of my dizzy spells.

Oh, come on, Dotty, it's your turn.

Better late than never, eh?

-Well, maybe one little spin wouldn't hurt me.

-Good girl.

Excuse me, ta. Thank you.

You know, my Jim proposed to me on a big wheel.

Well, it was the London Eye.

It was quite unexpected.

I'd like to have met him.

Well, maybe you still could.

-Waah!

-Oh, oh!

-Oh, my gawd!

-Come home with me.

-What?

-I said, come home with me.

-Did I hear right?

You see Rose, I don't think I've got very long left.

And I mean, Heather and Arthur, they're all well and good but I mean, they ain't family, are they?

They ain't part of me. And you know, there's nothing to be ashamed of in admitting to it.

But you're lonely and I'm lonely.

Sometimes I go into that house and there's no-one there,

and the silence, it's deafening.

-I like kippers.

-I'm partial to a kipper.

-Every Sunday morning.

-Does that mean you'll come?

Just let me say my goodbyes.

Well, just for a while, eh?

See how we get on.

Nice up here, ain't it?

Oh, I love it. I love it.

That is my brother!

Oh, I've asked your mother to stay with me in Walford.

I'll just give you a minute, shall I?

Excuse me. Ta.

It's about time I got out from under your feet.

A great big strapping lad like you...

You don't need your mum no more.

The rent book's here, all right?

This is where it goes, on the bureau.

Shall I get us a taxi, Rose?

There's no need.

I'll take you in my van.

Oh, thank you.

Whit, where've you been, sweetheart?

I told you. I went out for fresh air.

RADIO CHATTER

That'll be about Rob.

He's dead.

Twelve hours, he's been out there.

Ryan ain't coming back, is he?

-I wouldn't like to speculate.

-No!

This is all your fault.

-Whit?

-Yeah, why did you call him, eh? Why did you have to call him?

Why did you have to call him? He's gone, Fats. He's gone.

Admit it, Shirl. You had fun.

Oh, yeah. What, in a room full of lesbians and Rick Astley look-a-likes?

Do you want a WuWu?

There's another convention next year. Just outside Benidorm.

-Forget about it.

-DOORBELL RINGS

Hev, get that for us, will ya?

You know, it's typical, ain't it?

I go looking for George...

and I end up with...

All right?

Andrew.

-Course it's only a council house but I've put my personal touch on it.

-Just you and Arthur living here?

Yes, since I had to put Jim in the nursing home.

-That must have been hard.

-Would you like a cup of tea and a slice of Battenburg?

-Haven't you got anything stronger?

-Oh, no, I never touch alcohol.

Only for medicinal reasons, or on a special occasion.

That old pub over the road. It's the Queen Vic, innit?

I know the landlord very well.

What do you think about having a nice non-alcoholic bevvie

and toasting the new arrival.

What do you think you are, newborn baby? Anyway, you ain't finished unpacking yet.

You'll find that there's a place for everything

and everything in its place in number 25.

Oh, I say.

That's kept me warm on many a cold night.

I've got bedjackets longer than that.

Oh, come on, Dot. I've got a mouth as dry as a dusty flip flop.

Oh, nasty. All right, I suppose one won't hurt.

-Do you ever think about her?

-Who?

-Mum.

She had no right to call herself that.

The only mother I had was my Auntie Gwen.

She did love you, you know. In her little way.

Love is not having favourites.

Love is sharing it all out equally.

Yeah, well all that matters now is that we're here.

Together...

Watch out Walford! The Colwell Girls are back in town.

My Mum gave this to me when I was little.

She said it would bring me good luck.

Do you think it could help Ryan?

It's worth a try, babe.

Listen, I think you need a bit of time.

So, what I'll do is I'll meet you back at the hotel, all right?

Fats...

You know I never meant what I said, right?

Didn't think you'd get rid of me that easily, did ya?

I'd introduce you to George but, you know,

he's out with his Dad for the day.

Did you two go out for long?

Erm... No.

Like ships in the night.

I could make you something to eat before you go?

I'm not sure what's in, but I could, you know, fix you up a sandwich or something...

Heather.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

You know, I've had a really, really nice couple of days.

Can I see you again though?

You know, what with working in the caff and in the launderette

and, you know, looking after George, it's...

Did I do something wrong?

You know, my mummy, she moved away last year.

And she didn't even tell me.

I'd give anything to sit down just one more time and talk to her.

I'm never usually like that.

You've gotta believe me. I'm not like that.

I'll phone you, yeah? Next time...

Next time I'm in Southend, yeah?

All right.

To new beginnings.

New beginnings.

I'll get another round in.

Haven't you had enough?

I'm only just started.

Oh, hello, Andrew.

All right.

How are you getting on with Heather?

Yeah, good.

Will you have a word with her, Auntie Dot?

-Tell her I'm a nice fella.

-Well, if you think it'll help.

It's just that I've never met anyone like her before.

Well, Heather is certainly a one-off.

-She said she would look me up but she ain't even got my address.

-Well, suppose I pass it on for you?

Cheers. It's Andrew...

I think she'll gather that.

Andrew Cotton.

-What...?

-Oh, you'll never guess.

I've only left my purse back at the house, haven't I.

Andrew Cotton. 74C Whitmore Street.

Why do you call yourself Cotton?

Cos it's my name.

Rose, I think you'd better explain to him that he's mistaken.

What's she getting so confused about?

Charlie - my old man and her husband.

It's not rocket science, is it, Auntie Dot?

Please. Let me explain.

You and your flamin' big mouth.

-Are you all right?

-Yeah.

Just cuts and bruises.

Don't you ever do that to me again.

Funnily enough, flying off the edge of the pier wasn't part of the original plan, Whit.

Any news on the freak?

He's dead. He's dead.

What about the police?

They know everything.

-What, you told them what he did to you?

-Yeah.

And what did they say?

They want me to make a statement. Maybe see some counsellor.

-Good. That's fine.

-And I told 'em about the fight.

I've messed up, ain't I?

Hey, course not.

You swore to me that he wasn't Charlie's son.

I'm sorry.

Did he know?

-Course he did.

-That was twice he was a bigamist!

You want to be careful the police don't come knocking at your door,

because bigamy is a serious crime.

He told me you'd divorced him.

I never divorced him. I was married to him till the day he died.

For better or for worse... that was the pledge I made.

And I vowed to obey him...

And for what? To find out he'd got another little family up in Liverpool.

-I wanted to tell you.

-Why didn't you?

Why didn't you when I come rushing up to your hospital bed.

When I brought you clean clothes and meals.

Not only did you hide from me that you'd got a son.

But now it turns out we married the same man!

I would be much obliged if you would take your case and leave my house.

Is everything all right?

Dot, can't we please be sisters again.

You are no sister of mine.

-# Hold me in your arms... #

-I thought you were over the eighties?

Got nothing else in my life, have I?

-Well, what happened to Humpty Rambo Dumpty?

-He's gone.

I sent him packing.

So why the long face?

Because he really liked me, Shirl.

When have you ever heard a bloke say that about me, eh?

Come here.

Come on, come here.

Look in that mirror?

-No, I'd rather not.

-Look in the mirror!

She's funny.

She's kind and she bawls her eyes out whenever she watches Love Story.

"Love is never having to say you're sorry."

And one day there'll be some bloke who'll look into those beautiful blue eyes and fall head over heels.

Do you really think so, Shirl?

Never settle for second best.

George Clooney... he's still single, ain't he?

Don't get carried away, Hev.

ANSWERPHONE: 'Leave a whotsitsname after the thingy and we'll get back to you. Tara.'

'Mrs Branning. It's Doctor Khan. I shouldn't really be doing this... but it's good news.

'Why don't you call in at the surgery on Monday?'

PHONE BEEPS

KNOCKING AT DOOR

Dot, it's me. Open up.

Please. Go away.

I'll stay here all night if I have to.

I've got nothing more to say to you.

Yeah, well, I've got plenty to say to you.

Charlie Cotton split us up once before.

And I'm sure as hell not going to let him do it again.

I came here for my sister.

And I'm not leaving without her.

I'll put the kettle on.

This is all I could get out.

Thanks. Right.

Erm, look out for Lauren, will you?

What? What you talking about?

You sound like you're leaving or something.

You're not leaving, are you?

Whitney, I don't have a choice.

Come here.

Come here.

SHE SOBS

What about your stuff?

I never really had any stuff, did I?

OK. OK.

Will I ever see you again?

Listen, listen...

I'll only ever be two steps behind you, OK?

Always.

OK.

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