25/10/2011 EastEnders

-You're not going out, are you?

-I'm running late.

I thought we could have breakfast.

I'd love to, but I'm due in town at ten.

-All right, lunch, then?

-Sorry.

Solicitor's office again, to see Ish.

Don't know how long it'll take.

-Is he still giving us mates rates?

-Keeping an eye on the costs.

Sy, just forget I said that.

Been broke before.

You seeing Yasmin is more than money in the bank.

-Christian.

-Yeah?

I'll cook tonight, shall I?

Yeah, sure. Whatever.

Don't suppose you've heard from Amira at all?

We're playing it cool till the legal stuff's done, you know that.

See you.

I just need you to be here, really.

Syed's got the week off and the girls are on a day course.

Good job it's half-term, then, and you've got me.

Yeah. Look, I'm going to be in and out all day,

-and Gaynor is just upstairs.

-I won't need her.

-Good.

So, I want you to answer the phone, take messages,

-and when someone pays, smile.

-And so on.

Help them on with their coats and stuff, OK?

If someone comes in for a manicure, tell them to come back tomorrow

unless Gaynor can squeeze them in.

-And so on, yeah?

-Booty's, good morning.

I'm sorry, there's no-one to take your call at the moment,

but please leave your name and number and we'll get back to you.

-All right?

-Yeah, thanks, Patrick. You're a lifesaver.

It's what I do, all day, every day. Don't thank me.

New tights? Going somewhere special?

Job interview with Janine. We haven't got the greatest history.

I'm a cleaner with her. I didn't know she was looking for anyone else.

No, in the office.

She's got Billy for that.

Maybe she's looking for someone a bit more upmarket.

He's lovely but, you know, Billy!

Yeah, well, me and Billy, we're like the A Team, right?

I didn't... I didn't mean...

-You are the most...

-No, you're the most.

-No, you're the most.

-No, you're the most.

You ever felt like this before?

-I don't know what you're feeling.

-No, not that, man!

Talking about, like, you know, inside, sort of thing.

You're well funny.

I'm talking about, like, the bubbles. Can't you feel the bubbles?

I put my "Back in five minutes" sign on the counter

cos I couldn't bear to think of you

putting the tins on the wrong shelves again.

Hey, Mrs B, how's it going? How's it hanging?

-You all right?

-It ain't. Nothing's hanging off me.

What are you doing?

Nothing. We're just chilling.

I'm disappointed in you, Arthur.

I thought you had more respect for me.

For my beliefs and this sweet, young girl here.

No, Mrs B. It's not like that.

-Have they been...?

-Rose! I'm going to work.

After my shift, I don't want to come back to Sodom and Gomorrah.

Oh, out of my way, Rose.

You always know when it's half-term -

you can't stock the shelves with biscuits quick enough.

Liam'll get through a whole packet in a half hour if you let him.

-Then, don't let him.

-Long time since you've had a kid around, isn't it?

"Dipped in chocolate"?

Huh! They'd have to be dipped in gold for that price.

I can't sell them now. They're broken.

You broke them yourself!

-No, I didn't.

-Patrick, I saw you!

Oh, Patrick, I was just trying to remember if Liam liked those,

not counting how many pennies I had.

Well, I know that.

Listen, you're a good friend, if I get desperate, I'll tell you.

-It's a deal, then.

-Yeah.

How you feeling? I heard you wasn't well.

Oh, yeah, I'm feeling fine. More than fine, in fact.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

Sometimes things just go right.

-I had this great financial tip, just when I needed it most.

-Good.

So, you needn't have broken them on my account.

As long as you're feeling OK.

So, what am I going to do with these broken biscuits now?

-Dunk them in your tea?

-Oh, I'll have them.

Half of you and half of me, how weird is that?

The best of Amira and Syed!

Tragic if she got the worst of us, eh?

-Worried and sulky and so uncool from you.

-What?!

Vain, silly and spoilt from you. And careless with her jewellery.

Draped in designer gear, with 420 pairs of shoes under her bed.

You are in such trouble!

BABY CRIES

The answer to your question.

Reasonable contact with my daughter. That's all.

Try selling that to my dad.

Why does everything have to be so difficult?

Have you told that man yet?

Christian? No.

Not much of a relationship, if you can't be honest with him.

-Don't.

-I'm not having a go.

I understand.

I mean, I bet it's really difficult telling him anything.

Christian and I are fine. Or at least, we will be.

Only I can sort that out.

I don't want to talk about him any more.

Let's just have some fun.

No-one can make me laugh like you. Go on. Make me laugh.

You're mad.

If you don't make me laugh, you have to buy me a pair of heels.

That's the rules.

THEY LAUGH

-Oh, look. Billy, look.

-Looks good.

Does it look classy? It does, doesn't it?

-It does look sophisticated?

-Yeah, looks great.

It looks like a proper grown-up office, doesn't it?

It's the business. Your business looks the business.

Thanks, Billy. This is it!

This is the start of my life. This is it, day one.

And you'll be able to say that I was there when it all began.

-Oh, that looks lovely.

-I know!

I'd better give Patrick a hand.

Yeah, I should be getting on.

I just want to soak it in for one more minute.

Thank you, Granny. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

I didn't know you were into drugs.

-Sorry?

-Butcher's Joints.

Oh, ha-ha (!) Excuse me while I hold my sides.

What about vegetarians? Not exactly going to attract them, is it?

When I'm on my hands and knees, scraping the bottom of the barrel,

then I'll be sure to come to you for marketing advice.

She's on form today.

Nothing personal, brother. That's just the way she is.

Oh, it's fine. I just hope someone's there to pick her up when she falls.

Because she will fall, one day.

You sounded like you meant that.

Been there, done that, got the County Court summons.

All right.

How long have you been there?

Do you ever jog with someone?

What, like clients?

Look, Ben, I'm sorry. Just having a bad day.

-What you told me yesterday...

-What, Syed and that woman?

-Thanks for trying to help.

-So, you know it's true, then?

I don't know anything, OK, and I don't want to.

But I appreciate the concern.

Now, I better get off, see if I can beat the rain.

I can come with you if you want.

Ben, this is my job. I take it seriously.

I'm not just going to mess about.

Tell you what, we'll start you off with my warm-up circuit, all right?

-Half-mile jog.

-Nice ones, ain't they?

-Same as yours.

-So they are.

We could take her to the park.

I checked out the swings and there's one for babies.

Not quite a shopping trip to the West End.

Maybe we'll bump into someone I know and I'll be able to show her off.

-As long as it's not my dad.

-Or my boyfriend.

It's not easy, this.

You can't expect me to be best friends with your man.

-It would be so much better if you didn't hate him.

-Better for you?

-And for Yasmin.

-I don't know about that.

Syed, I don't want it to be like this, but you hurt me so much.

-I know.

-I wish I could just sort of be cool about Christian.

-But that's impossible.

-For now.

So, maybe, one day?

Maybe.

When she's 43.

So, the sky wouldn't turn black

and the lake wouldn't actually boil over

if she were to meet him in the park one day?

Well, the lake might steam a bit.

Come on, boy wonder!

Take a break. Sit down.

That's fatal. You got to keep going.

I've got a stitch.

Come on!

Yeah, property management of all sorts.

Right, well, I've just bought number three Albert Square,

so, if you're looking for any short or long term lets,

then, this should be your first port of call.

All right, Heath?

I've come for the keys for Minty's old place -

got to give it a clean up.

-All right if I look around?

-Well, I don't... Heath.

Absolutely fine! Great, I look forward to seeing you at the launch.

See you then. Bye. Heather!

-Morning. I've come to clean up your new property.

-No, no, no.

I need you here now. Please make a start on the glasses.

And then I need you to do the windows and the floors.

Billy, have you got a suit, by the way?

-You know I have, I just thought...

-Wear it tomorrow.

-I hope you'll get it dry cleaned.

-Yeah, course I will.

-Yes?

I've come to see my pops.

Right. Well, Billy, two minutes, because there's lots to do

and no time to waste and please, can you just move this jungle?

Yeah, course.

Stupid cow.

-Do you want to come to the cafe for lunch?

-No, better not.

I'll just see you tonight, yeah?

Do you want me to take your suit to the dry cleaners?

I'll just sponge it down later on.

Here, look. Get yourself something to eat, yeah?

Am I on a diet now or something?

Sorry, babe, that's all I've got.

-Go and get yourself a sandwich. See you later.

-See you.

I'm not sure I'm going to like this cos I get a bit height sick.

-Go!

-Oh, it's moving!

-That's you.

-Shouldn't I have one of them Norwegian jumpers on?

-Balance!

-What?

-Balance! Balance!

-All right, no need to shout!

Right, get ready to jump, now. All right, jump!

-Just a bit too soon!

-That is rubbish.

You're rubbish. Worse than Tiff.

Where are the cocktails on the balcony with Roger Moore?

That's what I'd want if I went skiing.

-Liam, it's all yours.

-Finally!

-Manners, young man.

He's been very patient.

-I did say he could have it for the half-term.

-All week?

I'll do you a swap.

You can have this thing for a week, if I get a day with Nana Pat.

Not a good deal, Norm. She's not worth it.

Oi!

Well, that's him happy.

And now you, Mrs Evans.

Fancy tempting me with a nice cup of tea?

So long as that's all you're tempted to.

If you're coming to the nursing home with me this afternoon, poor Jim,

-he don't want to hear no more of your silly tales.

-He loves it!

A woman taking her teeth out and stuffing them down her brassiere

in order to chew a toffee!

-I had never heard nothing like it in my life!

-It was a dental plate.

That makes it all right, does it?

Who's the funeral tea for?

-So, why aren't you at the salon?

-I got dogs to do the barking.

Anyway, I'm in mourning cos my lovely R&R mural is gone.

Has nasty Janine painted all over your sunbeams?

She's wrecking my life, she is!

Anyway, tell me, what's the news on the unfaithful boyfriend?

Shh! Be with you in a minute, yeah?

Hasn't told me he's seeing her.

All he's got to say is, "Sorry I didn't mention it, but I'm seeing my kid."

And he will! He needs a bit more time.

Yeah, course, once he's left you dangling so long

your life's all used up and no-one wants you any more.

-All right, I'll see you later.

-Bye.

# Grass stains on my brand new white trainers

# On my brand new white trainers

# I know a few guys hate us

# They're as compelling as Neighbours so laters

# It's blaters we've got our own style... #

Rose, could you give us two minutes, please?

Oh, fine. I'll get us a top up, shall I?

Mrs B, I need to talk to you. About Whitney. About me and Whitney.

If this is about this morning...

Mrs B, you know I'd never disrespect you.

-Is it an apology?

-Yeah, it is!

-Accepted.

I got to go out soon. You ought to be getting back.

The thing is, Mrs B, it's like...

I need some wisdom, don't I, you know?

Some wisdom from the time, of the ages and stuff.

It's not like I'm asking her if it's all right

if we get married or anything, you know I mean.

Well, it's just as well. A refusal often offends.

I didn't say anything cos I didn't think he'd believe me.

Just go to the gym and wait till he's not so busy or something.

What if he does something? What if he says something?

Ben, what exactly is it you think he should know?

-I can't say. Not without telling him first.

-You can't do that.

You can't just leave me hanging like that. Come on.

I wish I was better at this sort of thing.

Oh, Ben! Sit down, sit down.

Listen, it is me, it's Roxy, yeah.

Tell me. I'm his only mate. I should know.

Syed and Amira.

-Oh, that.

-I just saw them.

-Well, no surprises there, then.

At Joanna's Cafe, off the high street.

-I think they're having an affair.

-You're so funny!

No, Ben, you've got that wrong.

I saw them kissing.

-That sort of stuff.

-Kissing?

Yeah, and holding hands and laughing.

-You better be sure about this?

-Yeah.

Cheers.

-Why aren't you at work?

-Gaynor asked me to get her a coffee.

Lola, look, do you need me?

-No, no, I'm fine.

-I'll pop in later, yeah?

-Yeah.

OK. See you later, then.

-Roxy!

-What?

-Can I have a sub?

-No, you can't.

-Till pay day.

-You've only been here five minutes.

-My pops needs...

-No, no, Lola, no.

Coffee, please.

What you so happy about?

-Don't know.

-Will you lend me a tenner?

Jog on.

I don't understand what you're acting...

I mean, asking of me, Arthur.

That's what I mean!

-I can't talk. I don't know what to say.

-Who to?

-Whitney!

Why is it so complicated?

Oh, you mean your feelings for her?

Well, yeah, no, we kind of did the whole feelings thing this morning,

but she didn't really get it. Only thing is, what if I'm wrong?

-I mean, how do I know if we kind of like, if we're like...

-Smitten?

Yeah! You know, how am I supposed to know if she's my soul mate?

Well, you just do.

Do you want to spend the rest of your days with her?

I wish. My heart don't doubt it one bit, Mrs B.

I've got to tell her, I just don't know how.

I don't want to get this wrong. I'd rather cut off my own head.

That's a little extreme, Arthur. Not to say, impossible.

But I've done the whole kind of, sweep off her feet thing.

Whitney's so cool. How's a guy supposed to know?

-He could try asking, for starters.

-So much for privacy, Rose.

-Thank you.

-Oh, man.

-You big wuss.

Come on, we're good together. You don't have to say no more.

-Well, there you are.

-I think that's her blessing.

No, it ain't. Now, you two,

-you've got to be good to one another.

-We will.

We're definitely going to be good to one another other. Hey, baby!

But not like that.

Not under your roof, Mrs B. No way.

Let's get out of here. All right.

Oh, dear.

Feet off.

-Where's Norman?

-Putting his coat on.

-Not going, is he?

-Darling, he don't live here.

-Wish he did.

So that you can play that game all day every day, yeah?

No. It's just nice, isn't it? Him being around.

-Is it?

-Nan!

-What?

You know it is. Everyone likes him but you.

I like him.

Yeah, when you're not being mean.

-Thanks.

-Right, well, that's me.

-Do you have to go?

-Sorry?

You could stay for the evening, if you like.

-Well, I could.

-Or maybe longer?

Till late?

Or early.

Really?

It's time I stopped fighting it.

Oh, Pat.

Hiya, any chance of having my nails done?

Sorry, we're short staffed and booked through.

Right, thanks.

-What did you want doing?

-A French manicure.

-Now?

-Well, yeah.

It's your lucky day! Someone's just called to cancel.

She's only caught her fingers in a shredder, ain't she?

She won't be needing a manicure any time soon.

Well, not till her fingers grow back, eh? Take a seat.

-She won't give her your job, would she?

-Don't know.

Looks classy for a smack head, though.

So do you.

But you work hard, don't you?

When did that ever mean anything, Heath?

I can give you references.

I'm reliable. Trustworthy. Honest.

OK. And personal? Come on, cards on table. Drug use.

I'm clean. I'm totally clean.

And I'm sober, I'm serious, I'm hard-working,

-I'm committed, I'm...

-Any sign of a little slip,

and you'll be out. Do you understand?

There won't be any slip ups.

Whatever you need, whatever you want, I'll be there.

I could be your receptionist.

Or your assistant, PA, clerk, administrator,

-book keeper. I'm very, very versatile.

-Good!

That's settled, then. Heather, can you show Rainie the cleaning cupboard?

-Me?

-Yes.

-Yeah.

And you can give her a few pointers, too.

-Two hours a day, minimum wage.

-But..

Take it or leave it.

Well...

..if you put it like that, I'll take it.

Good. Heather can show you what to do.

You could start with the vacuum cleaner.

Not going to wear those shoes, are you?

Christian!

See you later, lads. What do you want?

-Christian.

-What's the matter?

Come on. You'll see.

There we go, one down. Don't worry, the next hand will be better.

You are joking!

Suppose I said half price?

Is everything all right?

Nothing to worry about, Gaynor. Just another happy customer.

We'll have to get Daddy some L plates.

Come on, I just need a bit of practice.

This?

-This is what you wanted to show me?

-I wanted you to see for yourself.

This is about me and Sy. We could've sorted this.

-What are you doing here?

-Looking for you.

-Please, Rox.

You've done enough.

-I can't believe you followed me.

-I didn't. I wouldn't.

Syed, I told you I don't want to speak to him.

Don't worry, love, you're not going to get the chance.

I didn't plan any of this. I wanted you to tell me yourself.

I would have. I tried this morning.

I gave you so many chances. Why couldn't you just talk to me?

I didn't know how.

-Syed, I need to go.

-Just wait a minute!

So, you've known all along?

Since yesterday. Photo popped up on your phone.

Then, there was Ben -

telling the truth. I should've realised myself, really.

-All the trips into town, excuses.

-I'm no good with the heavy stuff.

And that's it? You didn't tell me because you couldn't face me?

-I wanted to.

-Oh, Sy, just change the record, will you?

-You're such a coward.

-I don't want to do this now.

-Amira, just go.

-No! You, hang on! You and him.

Have you even discussed getting a divorce?

-Is any of this true?

-None of your business.

Syed, call me.

Roxy, what the hell did you think you were doing?

Don't you dare try and hang this on her. This is you.

-You're the guilty one here.

-She was coming round.

Why should I believe anything you say?

-When all you've done is lie.

-I was that close.

I keep defending you.

Every time you'd go into town to see Ish...

..that was all make-belief, as well.

You've not been to see him or any other solicitor, have you?

I'm sorry. I meant to tell you.

Lying is always easier than telling the truth.

-If that's what you think.

-It's not what I think.

It's what I know.

You don't need me. You've got your little fan club, here.

So, please can you make sure that these are all hand delivered?

-What, tonight?

-No, Billy, next week. Yes, tonight.

-No, he finishes at five.

-What are you? The talking clock?

See you tomorrow.

Can you make sure you lock up properly?

I'll be here to supervise Rainie's first day.

Oh, please. What, lessons in dusting?

Can you just make sure that you're here

to do all the washing up after the launch party.

Night.

Do you know what? I thought I was going to be Rainie's supervisor.

I thought I was executive director.

Here, look, come on, this'll cheer you up.

The bloke down the market was locking up,

so, I got you this shirt and tie for half price,

and I got another fiver knocked off.

-Blimey.

-Yeah, hardly cost me nothing.

Where did you get all this "nothing" from?

Tips. Every time we help the old girls on with their coats,

they give us an extra couple of quid.

-Yeah, but you share that out with Gaynor?

-Who?

Yes, of course I do. You're going to look so smart.

Everyone's going to think you're the boss

and Cruella de Vil is the tea girl.

I wish you hadn't followed me.

I was going to tell you tonight,

and I really had started to persuade her.

So, the silent treatment's going to help, is it?

I'm going out, so don't wait up, yeah?

You're letting Roxy ruin everything.

No, Sy. We did that all on our own.

Not just once, but over and over again.

-How many chances was I supposed to give you, eh?

-Don't go out.

-Let's just get this sorted.

-It's sorted.

In my mind, it's sorted.

It's me or the baby.

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