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-Give it a break, will ya.
-You not eating?
No, I got training tonight.
-You all right?
-Got your stuff ready?
Teach you to protect yourself from heavyweight shopkeepers.
-Got caught on the rob, didn't he?
the old geezer had him right up against the...crisps.
What can I get you Mr Trueman?
Three lasagnes, please.
Ooh, I love a lasagne.
And Denise's favourite. Three iced buns.
Put them back.
But, Mr Trueman wanted three iced buns?
Oh! You nearly had me there.
Shut up, will ya?
-What do you mean, he's banned?
-I said shut up, you dozy cow!
That ain't no way to talk to a lady, you know.
Are you ready to apologise?
Put them back.
You going to allow this to go any further?
You heard him, didn't ya?
I ain't even started yet.
Wahey! Here Dad, look.
Yeah, yeah. Very nice, Tyler.
-Truce still holding up then?
-Until the next time.
-Whatever Vanessa said...
-Yeah. Fancy a pint tonight?
I thought we could have a night in.
Anthony! Tyler! Night in tonight with Michael?
-We're playing snooker.
-Well, cancel it.
-Can't it wait?
-We haven't had a meal together since your brother moved in.
-If you like.
-I'm welling up(!)
-Oh, don't do that!
Time to tell the boys about Craig.
All right, Mandy sweetheart?
-If you need a hand packing up...
-I thought I might stay another night.
Have you seen my hoops?
-You've got 'em on, darling.
-No, not these ones. My big ones.
Listen, Kat, sweetheart...
-I'm meeting Kim in an hour, I ain't started on my face yet.
You going out? That's brilliant, sweetheart.
Er, Kat? You don't mind if I stay another night, do you?
-This ain't a charity.
-Well, I could help out behind the bar.
-Back off, sweetcheeks. No need to do that.
-Well, I'm going out anyway.
-Tell you what, Why don't you go with them?
-She don't want to come out
-with us boring old farts!
-I'll get in the shower!
Thanks, thanks a bunch(!)
I just want to see how the boys are.
-You can drop the act.
-Who says I'm acting?
I can see through you.
Dad can see through you.
I get it, you know. Why you feel so threatened.
You're used to being in control. And then suddenly...
Manipulating the Chuckle Brothers is about your limit, Blondie.
Dad dumped you. Get over it.
He's not interested in someone out of a bottle.
Such a scared little boy.
Just go back to the B&B. Desperation is so unattractive.
Especially in someone of your age.
Thought you were picking up something from the caff?
Oh, I can't decide! Moira Stewart on a sunny day, or...
-Thought I'd treat you to dinner at The Vic.
Don't have to do that. Just go to the caff.
-They were sold out.
-What, of everything?
Look, I said they were sold out, man!
The question won't answer itself, you know! Moira or Queen Kate?
CAR ALARM GOES
If that's my car...
Moira it is, then.
-No, you don't.
-That your idea of a joke?
-I didn't do anything!
Denise, I'm sorry.
You've got nothing to be sorry for, have ya?
Hope you're wedged up, I'm not losing my no claims over this!
I didn't see anything.
This ain't my beef.
Well, whose 'beef' is it then?
Come on. Let's go inside.
-We need to have a little chat.
-What you talking about, Phil?
I paid the rent last week.
Do you want a discount on next month's rent?
-Hold the fort.
Do that again, you'll be on a slab with a tag on your big toe!
-All right, come on, bruv.
-Couldn't leave it, could you?
I ain't got to listen to this.
-You said that guy was nothing.
-He IS nothing.
Look, don't worry about my dad and Jay. I'll sort them, OK?
Oi! I hope you've got your dancing shoes on, cos I am ready to...
You've brought a friend?
We'll use the term loosely.
-This is Mandy.
-Mandy? As in Dirty Dancing Mandy?
-How about we get this party started girls?
-Nah, you can keep them.
-Not really big drinkers.
-Speak for yourself!
-That's what I like to hear.
Oi, oi. They don't call it happy hour for nothing, do they?
It's just mindless violence, innit?
Yeah. Hey, brother Alf!
-Is it all right if I wipe a few extra glasses?
-But I want a dinner in return.
-You see, the thing is...
-All right, Heather?
-Yeah. Here's those lasagnes you asked about.
Hold on, I thought you said that the caff was out of everything?
-I'll start on those pint pots.
-The thing is, Paddy...
Mr Trueman, I'm sorry. That wouldn't have happened if Shirl was here.
-Don't worry about it, man.
-Phil, he banned Patrick from the caff.
-Paddy, you don't...
-Something to do with Ben.
I'm sure you stored up all these dirties just for me.
-Just put down the tablecloth, all right?
-Is something wrong?
No. Everyone, just stop.
Listen, I've been... Lately, I've been juggling the books, and...
-No, just laying you off.
-But Patrick loves it here!
Yeah, I know, but there's nothing I can do.
-Oh, right! This is about you, innit?
Phil, please. Paddy don't deserve this.
-Try saying that when he's about to take your son's head off.
Patrick hit Ben?
Is that what happened? Is it?
He had him cornered in the Minute Mart.
No, Mr Trueman wouldn't do that.
-The boy was wrecking the shop.
-He's bound to half inch a couple of packets of crisps!
I wanted to shock him. I wouldn't hit him, he's a child.
Ben? What did you think you were doing?
-All you got to do is say sorry, all right?
-Dad, it don't matter.
-You're saying your Dad got it wrong?
-Can we just stop, OK? Calm down.
-You got off lightly.
-This ain't about you.
You're going to sit there and allow this to happen?
It was a mistake.
-So breaking my window, that was a mistake too?
-That was you and all?
-What about Denise's car?
-Oh-ho! proper little Mitchell, eh?
-Stay out of it, all right?
-Putting Jordan in hospital, running him out,
-that not enough for you?
-Ben, this isn't you.
-You can keep your nose out and all!
He broke your heart! He made up a boyfriend, then he killed the guy!
-He's just a boy, all right?
-I won't have him spreading lies about me.
-Oi, this ain't Ben's fault.
-Well, Patrick wouldn't make it up.
I tell you what, if your kid comes near any of us again,
I'm going to the police.
Yeah? Is that what you want?
Go back to prison? You had such fun in there last time, didn't you(!)
-Just say sorry and it's forgotten.
-Your son's problem, not mine.
How do you work that one out, eh?
-Why, Ben? Why did you do it?
-Why Ben, why?
Tell us why you and your dad are picking on the black guy?
Oh, take that back!
Come on, take it back!
Haven't set a place for Craig, have you?
No, no. Tyler set the table. Maybe he's still seeing double.
Do you fancy a drink over the Vic before dinner?
-Come on, he ain't put the rice on yet.
Lads, come on.
-I forgot. Family celebration(!)
-Naughty step, more like!
-I've got something I need to tell you.
-You're not ill, are you?
-You've won the Lottery?
-You're getting back with Mum?
-I'll get it.
MOBILE PHONE RINGS
-Dad, I've got to take it.
Can't I have your attention for two minutes?
All right! All right, I won't answer it.
Hi. I hope I'm not late.
Tyler invited me, but if it's a bad time...?
It is, actually. Can you show her out, please?
-Just some family business.
-You don't have to explain.
Dad was telling us he's got a third nipple.
Why's everything a joke with you?
-This is important!
-Well, spit it out then.
I have another son.
It's just that life's been hard for Ben.
Don't you dare! Don't you dare make excuses for that boy.
what he did to Jordan? Attacking him with a spanner?
Yeah, but Jordan was picking on him.
I don't mean that two wrongs make a right.
But, you know, sometimes you got to look at the whole picture.
Yeah? What is that then? This whole picture? Eh, Patrick?
What's the bit that I'm not seeing?
This is racism, pure and simple.
And you, of all people, shouldn't be letting them get away with it!
Phil can't treat you like this. I won't let him.
-I appreciate your help, Heather...
-I'll call Shirl?
-..but this is between me and Phil.
-I'll leave the caff.
-Uh-uh. You need the money. You've got George.
I'm not working there if he's banned you. It's wrong!
What's the point in leaving your job?
Still have to live in his house, don't ya.
-Look, Dad ain't going to let this go.
-And you think I am?
-It would make it easier.
-For me or you?
Look, I don't care who you are or who you see.
That ain't no business of mine.
If you ask me, the world is big enough for all sorts.
Look, I don't go around telling tales
of things I've seen that are private.
But I won't apologise for something I didn't do.
-He won't stop unless you do.
-Then he picked the wrong fight.
-But you can stop this!
-And so can you.
Look, son. There comes a time when a man's got to walk tall,
tell the world, "This is me.
"This is who I am."
What did you think we was going to do?
-Laugh at him? Call him names or something?
-That what you think we're like?
-I should go.
-Thought you had.
-This is family.
-I want you to know
-exactly what kind of a man my dad is.
-Hey, that's not fair.
-Ashamed of his own son?
-I was never ashamed of Craig.
-Ashamed of us?
-So why have you been lying to us our whole life, Dad?!
I didn't set out that way.
As time passed, it just got harder.
Yeah, because you knew if you told us, we'd think you was a freak.
-Don't put this all on him, Tyler.
-My mum was part of it too.
-I thought you said Saint Maggie could do no wrong!
-Be careful, boy.
-She thought it was for the best.
Michael met Craig for the first time a couple of weeks ago.
-He knows about him and not us?
-Craig knows about all of you.
I just thought if he met you all at once he'd be overwhelmed.
Cos Michael's so normal, right? We'd do his head in, would we?
Just give your dad a chance.
So what's he like?
I mean, not his condition, but him?
He's gentle. He's kind.
He gets grumpy.
Got a right old temper.
And he likes frogs.
So, you see, those trips, those phonecalls,
there was never a lady friend.
It was always Craig.
-Do you have a photo?
Why didn't he live with us?
He's got his own life.
His own routine, his own friends.
No. No, look how could you do that? He was your own flesh and blood?
Leave him now.
Cos he didn't fit in the Eddie Moon dream? Cos he was less than perfect?
All right, that's enough.
And if Anthony had been born like that?
If that was Frankie? If that was me?
-She been in?
-Yeah, she stayed last night.
-That was nice of you.
-She's over at the R&R with Kat.
-Got her sights set on some other mug, has she?
Dodged a bullet there, didn't I?
Oi. Oi! You're scratching all the tables!
It's Happy Hour, Bill! Clue's in the name, innit.
-At least take your heels off.
-Who's going to look after me shoes?
Look, sorry about my mates.
You don't have to apologise.
Hold that. Prince Charming!
Maybe we should go somewhere a little bit quieter.
There's a slipper here with your name on it.
We were talking!
Aren't we meant to kiss now or something?
Sorry, darling. I'm taken.
Oi, where are you going? Duncan?
I'm out of here.
-Oh, right, where we going then?
Yeah, you know, away from my Dad and Jay? Just us.
-Yeah. We can go Whitechapel.
Or we could go, you know, up west.
We can do anything! I mean, I'm sorry for all the aggro.
-There ain't no "us".
That was messing about. It didn't mean nothing.
I ain't like you. It was just a laugh.
-I hate him.
-You're just in shock.
He abandoned his own son, Vanessa.
-You did the right thing.
-You think so?
What did you expect him to do, eh?
Wallow in self-pity?
That's not his style, is it?
You know, he makes a decision and he sticks to it.
Because he's proud.
And he's strong.
But he's not hard-hearted.
And you know that.
He had the guts to admit he made a mistake and he's putting it right.
A lot of men wouldn't do that.
He's special, your dad.
You're really lucky to have him.
Don't push him away.
Put the kettle on, will ya?
I said no!
Has Jay eaten all your cheese?
-What's with all the bags?
-I'm, um...I'm moving out.
-You can't do that!
-Close the door, will ya?
-What about George? Where will you go?
-Look, Patrick's a good man.
And he's my friend. And I just wanted to say...
I'll explain why I'm not here to Shirl when she gets back.
Look don't. Listen, stop, please.
I'll be at the B&B. I'm going to ask Janine about a flat.
-Yeah, but you can't afford that!
Darren, he sorted me.
I've got enough for a deposit. And I'll be able to get housing benefit.
Please. Look, it'll blow over.
How could you do this, Ben? How could you do this to Patrick, eh?
I mean, what's he ever done to you?
Is it your dad?
Look, what is it, Ben? There's something you ain't telling me.
I know you and this just don't make sense.
Do you know what? I've never stood up to anyone before.
I've always had Shirl to fight my corner for me.
And Phil, you know, he don't care if I stay or go.
But...for once in my life I've done the right thing.
I've stood up for myself.
And it feels like I can take on the world.
And if I can do it, Ben, you can too.
-Will I be able to meet him?
-Course you can.
What about Ty?
If he wants to.
How about next week?
It was a...it was a bit of a shock.
As long as you and me are OK?
Last thing I want to do is lose you, son.
He is an Orient fan, ain't he?
No. I think he's Millwall.
Alfie said you'd gone clubbing.
Mmm. It was a bit dull.
I just come back to get my jumper...thing.
With the um...the fur.
Four years of marriage. And that's all that's left.
Are you going to get me a glass?
I've done it. I've moved out.
-It's all right, I can pay.
I'm making a stand.
Me and George. We're making a stand.
Right, if Phil Mitchell wants a fight, then bring it on.
All right. Stick the kettle on, will ya?
If this is about Heather, I ain't interested.
No, it ain't about Heather.
And if you're thinking about going soft on Patrick you can forget it.
It ain't about Patrick either.
-You know Duncan?
Dad, well, the thing is...
Me and Duncan...
Look, Duncan's moving to another gym.
Well, find someone else to spar with.
There's plenty of other lads out there, ain't there?
You going to stick the kettle on, or what?
You've run out of lives, Vanessa.
So why am I here?
Tyler pitied you. It's quite tragic actually.
Admit it. You've lost.
I don't want you...much. Dad don't want you.
Go and bat your eyelashes at some other mug. Game over.
You really think so?
I know so.
Sure I can't persuade you?
You know what? Maybe a little one.
Coming through for a drink?
Or shall I see you at breakfast?
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