Kat's secret is threatened as Shenice stumbles upon the truth, while a brave Tanya heads to the hospital alone for some life-changing news of her own.
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-Hurry up, Jean! I'm bursting.
Sorry. Last-minute practice.
-Two left feet, me.
-It's a date, Jean,
not Strictly Come Dancing.
No, Poppy, you can't. Cos Gaynor's away and... I've got to be somewhere.
Right, well - I'm sorry about your headache, but sometimes you've just got to soldier on.
Keep the noise down... Some of us were handing out food parcels till half two.
Mum been snoring again, has she?
-Mmm, some lunch box.
I'm your Executive Director of Operations. I've got to look the part.
Since when could you afford a briefcase?
-Bought it off Beale.
-Oh, well, I hope you've had that disinfected. Slimy toad.
That reminds me. Can you ring the estate agent and tell him I won't make the ten o'clock?
All play and no work makes Janine a very naughty girl.
-All right, Bill?
Ah, there we go.
-I'd best be off.
Last night's a bit of a blur, to be fair.
Oh, yeah? Expecting an encore, were we?
Er - a refund, more like.
Now, if you don't mind, I've got an empire to run.
If you're as much of a pushover in business as you were last night, you'll be broke in no time.
-It's only for one night.
-My bed's next to yours. I could've been violated.
He's homeless, not desperate.
You don't know him from Adam! I mean, I've got my kids in this house...
-Oh, you care about us now(!)
-Give him a break, OK?
Geoff lost his wife, his business is down the pan. There but for the grace of God...
I knew HE'D get a mention. It's been all of five minutes.
I don't suppose there's a chance of a brew?
Got it in one, sunshine.
-Hope you're proud of yourself.
-Park your horse, Rainie.
This born-again nonsense is getting right up my nostril.
-I'm doing something worthwhile with my life!
-Makes a change from getting off your face.
I told you. That was just a blip!
-Till the next time.
-Will you just give it a rest?
There won't be a next time. I've seen where I've been going wrong all these years -
-happiness is about helping other people.
Well, perhaps you'd like to help us, and pay your way?
Only, the Lord's a bit tight when it comes to the gas bill.
-Right, I'll get a job then.
-That's a miracle we'd ALL like to see.
-Kat, how do you want your eggs?
-I'm not hungry.
Look...let's not fight today.
-I'm not fighting.
-All Shenice wants is a bit of stability.
There's more than enough love to go round.
-Yes. Kat, you've got the biggest heart in Walford.
Listen, why don't we ask Tracey to do the double?
-So we can go with Shenice down to Walford Primary, meet the headmaster,
-and after that we'll all go out, like the Moons on tour.
-No, I can't. I, erm...
I promised Jean I would help her choose an outfit.
So, Jean, eh? Tonight's the big night, is it?
It's just a night out to see a skiffle band.
I tell you what I'll do, right. If you want, I'll sit down with Norman, man to man.
I'll have the talk with him - so he doesn't take advantage, eh?
Erm...would you get those photos printed? Cos I promised Norman I'd show them to him.
Yeah, course. And I'll get one printed for his wallet.
Oh... What are you like?!
At least we've got ONE happy face.
-How long's it been on the market...?
Beer lines need changing.
I'm your business partner, Phil, not your lackey.
You're a liability. Sooner you sell out to me, the better.
-Is Kat coming out with us?
No, Shenice, she's not coming out, she's really busy, all right?
Shenice... Listen, I'll tell you what, me and you later, we'll go to the West End, we'll have a laugh.
-Will you just pop into my bedroom, see if Tommy's dummy's in there somewhere, darling?
-Shenice, you found it yet?
-No. Still looking.
Pinball machine? OK, that's quite good. Well done. Did he fall for it?
Yeah... That's nice work, Vanessa, well done.
-(Aren't you a clever girl?)
-See you later, all right...?
-So...where's this gym of yours then?
-Yeah - sorry, miles away, Duncan.
It's just down here. I'll show you.
It's just been a long while since I've had a date. The last one would have been Ted.
-Yeah. Ages ago.
I scared him off.
People are funny about that sort of thing. My...problems.
-You're all right now, ain't ya?
I think I ought to tell Norman up front. You know - save any misunderstanding.
Jean, what the eye don't see...
Honesty is the best policy.
Yeah, I'll take your word for that.
This it? The back room in some flea market?
-It's an antiques emporium.
-No, gym's round the corner.
-My brothers didn't fancy the fight game.
-Don't wind him up!
He'll be all right. Didn't fancy peeling him off the canvas anyway.
-I'll er...go tape up.
-See you later.
Do a left, you can't miss it.
That...is my ticket to the big time.
Duncan Wilkins. 16. Junior ABA champion.
Sharp as a tack.
What sort of name's Duncan for a boxer?
Yeah. And in the blue corner - Duncan "The Accountant" Wilkins!
Few more of them, we'll be nudging the big time.
-Next stop, Las Vegas, eh?
-Anyway, what you doing tonight? Fancy a few pints?
Me and Carol have got plans.
-Come on, when was the last time we had a drink as a family?
-I think our old man's a bit worried we're going to show him up.
-We're all house trained.
Well, two out of three ain't bad.
All right, all right. Anything to shut you up.
Good man, good man.
Here you are, skiver. I just dropped by the salon, Poppy's doing her nut.
-Well, she'll have to learn to cope without me.
-You know what you need? A manager.
What, after the last time? Computer says no, Rai.
Thanks for your support(!)
What is that smell?
Vinegar. Want one?
-You're going to make me hurl.
Yeah, I'm all right, yeah. Listen, I've got a funny one for you.
How quickly can you do me a personalised boxing robe?
What's with the vinegar?
I may be speaking out of turn here.
I'm just going to say it.
Are you pregnant?
Do me a favour!
I had to get blood tests done just to make sure.
Oh, Kat! That is so exciting!
Alfie must be thrilled.
You haven't told him?
No. And neither should you.
-Oh, going for the glam rock look?
Always a winner.
Kitchen's covered in it, thanks to Tiff. Roll on the start of term.
-You might have a budding Picasso on your hands.
-Can I get you a drink?
No. No. It's about tonight. Change of plan.
Oh, better offer?
My boys have asked us out for a drink.
I mean, I'll understand if it's not your idea of a fun night out.
No... Why not? More the merrier.
-I'll see you later.
-Yeah. See you.
Alfie was supposed to be firing blanks!
It only takes one, Kat.
One little swimmer.
You hear about it all the time.
IVF couples who've stopped trying, suddenly, hey, presto!
Why us, eh? Every time we get ourselves back on track.
What is the problem?
Alfie is born to be a father.
Tommy will have a little playmate.
Honestly, you couldn't prise Stacey and Sean apart with a crow bar.
I already had a baby.
James wasn't yours though...
Yeah, but in my head, he was.
In my heart.
I can't change how I feel...
I don't think I can go through it again.
Well, I think you can.
I KNOW you can.
Well, you love Alfie.
Alfie loves you.
-Is that it?
-What more do you need?
-That was good timing.
-Do come through.
Ah, Michael. Was, er...was this you?
Sorry, mate. Forgot to cancel the order. Was meant to be a surprise.
Titan. Nice touch.
Yeah. Did have a nice ring to it, I must admit.
Better than Duncan "The Accountant" Wilkins, eh?
Keep it. Memento.
These two yours? Of course they are. Why would you have a picture of someone else's kids on your desk?!
Mind you, it could be your niece or nephew, couldn't it, actually? Cute.
Perhaps we should discuss the extent of your cancer.
-Is it serious?
-I'm afraid it is.
But with the right treatment, I think we can be optimistic.
This small patch of light? That's the cancer.
It's actually less than two-and-a-half centimetres.
-I appreciate there's a lot to take in.
I'm fine. It's fine.
The good news is, it's early.
A stage 1B1 tumour. Like I said, it's small.
Ideal for surgery.
Right, and that's...good news?
Yes. As far as cervical cancer is concerned.
The majority are cured with treatment.
But there's a small chance the disease may have spread to the lymph nodes in the pelvis.
-About one in seven.
I recommend we perform a keyhole procedure,
assess the lymph nodes.
If they're negative, we'd want to proceed to a hysterectomy.
That was an "if", that's not a done deal, is it?
If there's any evidence of spread to the lymph nodes
we would advise not having the procedure, but going straight to radiotherapy with chemotherapy.
Am I going to be OK?
The majority of women do survive cervical cancer
and we are going to give you the best possible care.
I'd like to book you in for the laparoscopy for two weeks' time,
with a view to performing the hysterectomy the following week.
Your husband... He couldn't make it today?
-Well, then, your family? Do they know?
I don't know...
"Have you tidied your room yet? And by the way, I've got cancer"...
I'm sure they'll do everything in their power to support you.
-You'll love this one...
An Englishman, a Frenchman and an Italian
-are off to a fancy dress party...
CORA SCREECHES WITH LAUGHTER
Oh, do you mind if we use the telly?
I'm entertaining my friend.
Yeah, well, you guys can drink in the kitchen. It's my house too.
On THOSE chairs?
With MY back?
Right. If that's the way you want it.
What, woman, are you trying to get me drunk?
Whatever gave you that idea(?)
MUSIC BLARES FROM UPSTAIRS
She's a Cross, all right.
-Kids, tea's ready!
-Go upstairs and wash your hands.
-Bit dressy for the Vic, innit?
-I don't need YOU judging me as well.
-I'm not judging you.
-Eddie's boys are going to be there.
-Ooh, a family night out, eh?
No, it's not like you have to rush out and buy a new hat.
Seriously. Do you think he might be "the one"?
-Is anyone "the one"?
-You said David was, once.
-Yeah, and where's your son now? Halfway round the world.
-Don't dodge the question.
Yes, he was.
Didn't do much good though. Not that YOU approved. I've still got the bruises to prove it.
You gave back as good as you got!
Water under the bridge, eh?
Exactly. You can't live in the past.
It doesn't do anybody any good.
Norman is a nice bloke. I mean, what have you got to lose?
You don't "fall" for nice. You "settle" for nice.
Well, is that such a bad thing?
You can't beat perfection.
Frank had style, charisma...
Nobody could carry off a bow tie quite like him.
That man stole my heart and never gave it back.
Ugh... I'm done with all that.
If you ask me... that's the fear talking.
Come on, kids, it's cold!
This...is a matter of life and death...
Shhh! SHE GIGGLES
BEEP Oooh no!
Oh no...oh! I've done it again, you're too good for me.
I went to see the doctor last week, I said,
"Doctor, I feel like a pony".
He said, "No, Alfie, you're just a little HOARSE." HE CHUCKLES
-It wasn't THAT bad.
-I don't want to play any more.
Shenice, sweetheart, listen,
I know Kat can be a bit cranky, but I promise she'll come round.
No, she won't. She doesn't want me here.
What are you talking about? Of course she does.
Oi... Has she said something?
-Oi, oi, oi, look at me.
Has she said something?
So what is it, then?
-You look fantastic.
-I taught the old man everything he knows.
-Quick lesson, then!
Right, what can I get you?
-I'll have a gin and tonic, please.
-Who's in charge of the whip?
-I am. Tenners in.
-Oh, right. Here you are, tenner.
-No, no, put that away.
-I'll drink you under the table.
-That's fighting talk, that is.
-Talking of which...
-Where on earth did you get that?
-Archive for East London.
I ordered you a print.
You did that for me?
Memento. It's all too easy how things get forgotten otherwise.
You always remember the glory days.
Everyone round our way knew my name.
Thank you, son.
Ooh... You were a looker once.
I'll get these.
I tried everywhere.
No-one'll give me the time of day. Not one.
I'm sure you'll get a job soon.
I asked myself,
-"What would Jesus do?"
"Seek and ye shall find."
You look nice, Kat.
How's Duncan the donkey shaping up then?
Duncan the donkey's got one thing you can't teach. Hunger.
-Well, I only backed out to get Ant off my back, didn't I?
-So what you saying?
I want in. On the fight.
Tyler. The punters that come to unlicensed fights. They bet big.
-So, they don't want to see some 12-round knockabout.
One of you ain't getting up.
-Listen, I know who the smart money's on.
Michael, please, mate. I'm your brother.
You've seen what I can do.
Tyler, don't do this to me.
Not a word to anyone.
-You say a word to anyone...
-make one of them an orange juice. Titan's in training.
Is this what passes for recreation these days?
Shouldn't you two be at the bingo?
You lot think you invented a good time, don't you?
So what do you suggest?
NOW you're talking!
Like mother always said.
"Never go calling empty-handed".
The last way I'd have described Lydia was "ladylike".
Thanks for your message.
-I didn't think you'd want to see me again.
I owe you an apology.
No, no, no. My fault.
I got carried away.
I know how this tune goes.
It's not YOU. Really, it's not.
Listen, I would go down on bended knee right now if I thought you'd say yes...
I've been down the aisle four times. Doesn't that tell you something?
I'm hardly a novice.
You just haven't met the right man yet.
But I did, didn't I?
I never could quite measure up to the old smiler.
Frank always considered you a good friend.
Makes two of us.
CORA AND JAY: Three, two, one, go!
Come on, Abi!
Aye, aye, aye...
Looks like I'll be doing a few hours' overtime.
Never liked it anyway!
Sounds like World War III in here. You'll wake up Oscar!
-About time we saw your face. Come on. You and me next.
-You mind your back, won't you?
-I think I like you.
-Great to see you crack a smile.
But first... To the winner!
No, please. I don't feel too good.
-FRONT DOOR SLAMS
-What is going on in here?
I think I'm going to be...
-What time's he here, Jean?
it's so stuffy in here. I'll pop out for some fresh air.
-Sorry I'm late.
Are you? I didn't even notice.
You look very smart.
Oh, thanks! Not that it makes any difference.
-Would you like a drink?
-No. I don't want any sort of payment...
-I'm just glad the tickets are going to a good home.
You two enjoy yourselves.
is this your idea of a joke?
Either we work together or we don't. It's your call.
Well, good luck. Shirley'll go ballistic when she finds out.
Well, I don't have to live with her.
-Is this all your tiny brain could come up to wind me up, eh?
-Oh, I'm just warming up.
I'm really sorry.
Just get out. Get out, the pair of you.
See you later, Abs.
What? We were just having a bit of fun, that's all.
You call plying kids with alcohol "having fun"?
It was only a couple of shots. What's the big deal?
What's the big deal? Go and ask Carol Jackson.
You got up to a lot worse at Abi's age.
And you wonder why Rainie can't take responsibility for her life.
Oh, here we go.
Tanya, the patron saint of martyrs.
-We let our hair down.
We needed to, thanks to you
hanging over the rest of us like a black cloud.
-I don't have to listen to this...
-Perhaps you should.
Losing Greg was your fault. No-one else's.
Take it on the chin and move on. Give us all a break.
You've got no idea, whatsoever.
I know we get what we deserve in life.
Right, that is it.
Pack your bags, Mum, and get out.
-I mean it. Just go!
Why do you have to make everybody's life such a misery?
Yeah, yeah, early night. Lot to take in today.
-I've got something to tell you.
-Kat, we can't leave Tracey on her own, it's busy.
-Close your eyes.
-We ain't got time for this, darlin'...
Tommy's going to be a big brother.
I know, I know!
My head is mush,
but I went to Dr Kahn for a blood test to be sure.
We're going to have a baby!
D'you hear what I just said?
Well, say something.
Who's the father, Kat?
Or don't you know?
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Kat's secret is threatened as Shenice stumbles upon the truth, while a brave Tanya heads to the hospital alone for some life-changing news of her own. Michael manipulates Tyler into a situation he will regret, and Cora has a night in with Patrick, Jay and Abi with unfortunate consequences.