23/11/2011 EastEnders

-KNOCKING

-Mum?

Yes, love?

You want to hurry up? There's other people in this family, you know!

No, I know, I won't be long.

Are you all right in there?

Yes. Course I am.

Are you sure she's related to Grandma Dot?

Rose Elizabeth Beauchamp?

It's got...character.

It's hideous. That's not a Christmas tree, it's a fire hazard.

-At least she's making an effort.

-Bathroom's free.

Mum, what are you doing?

Getting rid of this eyesore. What was you thinking, Tanya?

-Nothing wrong with making an effort, is there?

-That's what I said.

This is you making an effort?

I was worried it might be another example of you behaving... erratically.

-What do you mean, "erratically"?

-Sleeping all hours. Drinking too much.

Letting your kids run wild.

You're lecturing me?

I'm worried about you.

Well, I'm fine. My kids are fine.

The only thing "running wild" around here, Mum,

is your imagination, and the thing you should be worried about is finding somewhere to live.

Abi, what are you doing?

-Looking for money.

-For lunch. Yes. Right. How much do you need?

-20 quid.

-Are you still going on about those shoes?

Yeah, the sale ends today.

-I told you, no.

-Yeah, I got the message. See?

Do you think you're going to find 20 quid down the back of the sofa?

I would've borrowed it off Lauren except I don't know where she is. She didn't come home last night.

-I thought you knew?

-Well, as long as she's not running wild.

All right, Pops?

Nice threads.

You ain't got a tenner I could borrow, have you?

What for?

Er...lunch. I'm eating for two now, ain't I?

Lo, sorry. Skint. So's the kitty, before you ask.

Okey doke.

Lo...

Listen.

I want you to know that I'm here for you if you want to talk,

-you know, to...support you and that.

-Pops, I ain't telling you who the baby's father is.

-Why not?

-Cos it's none of your business. Besides, you'd only do something stupid like beat him up.

I swear I'm not going to beat anyone up.

Look, it doesn't matter. Cos I don't know who the baby's father is.

-I don't believe you.

-You're calling me a liar?

-How can you not know who the father is?

-So much for supporting me, eh?

Lola.

-Just leave it.

-Lo!

What do you think you're doing?

I'm showing you the evidence.

-Evidence of what?

-The injury I have suffered doing the job that your cleaner, Rose, was supposed to do.

-This isn't going to help.

-Dot's your sister. She needs you.

I can think of a few things that Dot needs.

-I'm not one of them.

-Well, we'll see.

Oh, good. I hoped it was you.

One moment.

What did I tell you?

If I've missed anything, I'll be sure to send it on to your forwarding address.

Goodbye.

You were saying?

Thanks, Whit. No, she hasn't seen her since nine o'clock last night.

She thinks she went clubbing with Anthony and Tyler.

-Clubbing? Well, that's a relief.

-Just going straight to voice mail.

Why didn't you tell us about this earlier?

It's not like it's the first time. She's doing it to get attention. And it's working. As usual.

She's got a point there.

PHONE RINGS

Lauren?!

How many times do I have to tell you, will you just stop calling me?

Just double glazing.

Mum? Calm down, yeah. Lauren'll...

-What are you still doing here? You should be at school.

-I wanted...

Abi, for goodness sake!

If you want those shoes badly enough then you just find a way! Use your initiative for once in your life.

Abi...

PHONE RINGS

-Don't answer that.

-It might be Lauren.

Mu...

Hello?

Yeah.

OK, yeah, yeah.

What?

No, no.

That was Gaynor.

You're wanted at work.

I'm not going anywhere till I find my daughter.

Yes, you are. You're going to work to earn a living. I'll take Oscar to nursery. Rainie'll look for Lauren.

-Right?

-Of course.

-But I...

-No buts.

We're your family.

And we're going to help you whether you like it or not.

You need to get a grip, Tanya.

I'm not letting them run wild.

I don't why know you've come back here persisting, Carol.

I'm late for the launderette as it is.

I've said my piece and that is it.

-That's not like you, Dot. One word when a sermon will do.

-Ladies...

I've found that in this case actions speak louder than words.

I can see that. Packing me up and out of your life that quickly.

Enough! Listen to the pair of you!

You've found each other again and now you're going to throw it all away? Over what?

-Not what. Who.

-What d'you mean, who?

Oh, come on, Dot. You know it's all about Charlie. Always has been and always will be.

It's not about Charlie. It's about me trusting ya.

-Dot, Rose is your sister.

-I had a half-sister.

I know you disapprove of me, Dot.

But that doesn't change the fact that I'm still your sister.

I knew my half-sister as Rose Elizabeth Taylor.

Then she erroneously became Rose Cotton, having bigamously married my husband Charlie Cotton

while I was still his wife.

My sister did not have a passport, or so she told me.

And my sister's name was never "Rose Beauchamp."

So who this woman is, I ain't got the foggiest idea.

-You've been through my things?

-I've come up with more than I bargained for.

It's not what you think.

No, Rose. With you, it never is.

Rose?

Just wait!

Look, make sure she takes all her belongings with her.

I've got to go now.

A measly 20 quid, and she reckons she's skint.

-Maybe she is.

-Yeah, except for when she's getting bladdered with Lauren down the Vic.

While she barely has time for me. Why're you defending her, anyway?

I'm not. I'm just trying to see her side of things.

Don't.

All right.

-Well?

-Well, what?

-Have you got 20 quid or not?

-Did you ask?

-What do you think I've been doing for ten minutes?

-Complaining!

-Read between the lines, Jay.

-Actually, d'you know what, I'm skint as well.

You could have told me that ten minutes ago.

-What am I supposed to do now?

-I don't know. You heard your mum. Go an improvise.

You all right?

Yeah. No. I've got something of yours.

Ten quid? You can keep that.

Thanks, but no.

-Uncle Jack.

-All right? Does your mum know you're not at school?

-Cup of tea, please.

-All right, sexy. How's it going?

-Late for work. How are you?

Preggers. Give us a bit of toast.

Rose ain't here, I'm afraid. Didn't she show up for work?

Nah. First day and all. S'posed to be cleaning Ian's place.

Now Mandy's gone and chipped a nail scrubbing out a sink, she's started screaming blue murder.

-Talking about law suits. Oh, dear.

-Drink?

-Eh? Nah, I shouldn't.

-You look like you could use it.

-Go on, then.

Come on, Bill. What's the problem?

Is it that obvious?

-Frankly, you look like Eeyore without his Prozac.

-Cheers.

Is it work?

Janine?

No. It's...family troubles.

Lola? What's she done now?

I'm going to be a great-grandfather, Pat.

Oh, my God.

Anthony!

Anthony!

Carol? You seen Lauren?

Not since last night. Why? She not come home?

Nah, she ain't answering her phone neither.

-I'll let you know if I hear anything.

-Ta.

Tyler! Tyler!

-I'll need a receipt.

-Yeah, I heard you the first time.

-If Billy thinks I'm paying...

-Lauren. It's me.

-Give me a call me as soon as you get this.

-Should you not be focussing?

-It's called multi-tasking.

-You all right?

-Yes. Why wouldn't I be?

-I just saw Abi. She didn't look happy.

-She's a 15-year-old girl, Jack. She's never happy.

-About that multi-tasking...

All right, Tanya?

-The next person that asks me that...

-I heard Lauren's missing.

She's not "missing". She just hasn't come back yet. OK? If you don't mind...

She's multi-tasking... Ow!

PHONE RINGS

Lauren? Rainie? What you..?

Stay there. I'm coming. I'm coming.

-Er...

-Sorry.

Look what you've done! You've maimed me!

Can you come back, you mad bint!

Oh, I can't believe it!

Thing is, I'm trying to be grown-up about the whole thing,

but every time I think about it... Every time I think about some bloke being with my Lola, I want to...

Go round there and shout the odds?

I want to rip his scrawny little head off.

But I know that that's wrong and I've gotta rise above it.

That's good of you, Billy.

Maybe you could do it.

-I think my days of ripping heads off are long gone.

-No, I didn't mean...

I meant, maybe you could talk to Lola.

You know, woman to woman. About the responsibilities of having a baby.

That's a good one.

You're serious, ain't ya?

Me and Lola don't exactly get on. I don't think she'd want to hear it from me.

Now Julie's gone... Lola's got it into her head that this is all going to be easy.

That she can live it large off single mother's benefits.

She's not even 16, Pat.

You want me to explain that there are people that can help?

That there's no shame in asking for help.

I just think it'll be better coming from a woman.

It always is, Billy. It always is.

I knew I could count on you. Thanks, Pat.

Er... Oh!

You want to worry about something? Worry about that.

It was at Tyler's. Anthony heard her say she lost it. They thought it must be at the club.

The club they left without her. Why?

She stayed.

Alone?

No.

-Right. So, we don't know where my daughter is, who she's with or if she's all right.

-It could be worse.

-Really? How?

-A police car's just pulled up.

Is it Lauren? Is she OK?

-Who's Lauren?

-Lauren Branning. My daughter.

She told us her name was Abigail.

What do you know?

It got worse.

Abi now? And Lauren missing as well?

You gotta do something, Jack.

I already have.

RUMBLING

Tyler.

Tyler! The door!

That's not the door. It's roadworks.

Who are you?

Not Tyler.

Although I'm beginning to wish I was...

-Tyler?

-No.

Alfie.

Colder!

Phil.

-I've got morning sickness, you know!

-I give up, then.

-You ain't got 20 quid, have you?

-Oh, were we playing for money?

No. I could just use 20 quid.

Seeing as you asked straight out and no messing about.

Thank you.

Who else knows, then? I cannot wait to see Ben's face.

Whatever.

Come on, then. Who's the father?

No idea.

All right, Bill.

Jay.

Lo, you got a minute?

Depends. What's in it for me?

Me getting off your case for a bit.

Sold! See you later.

Laters.

There's no rush, is there?

Sorry, what?

There's no rush. Have some lunch or...whatever.

Thanks, but no.

Have you seen my bag?

My phone?

You lost it. Last night.

Remember?

Think it's probably best if I just get out of here.

You don't know where "here" is, do you?

Outta control.

I'm not out of control.

What's my name?

Can you just call me a cab, please?

What are you doing here?

Don't worry, Dot. I'm here to wash. Not to talk.

That'll make a change.

What's cooking?

A baby. In your belly, apparently.

Yeah, what's that got to do with you?

Billy asked me to talk to you, woman to woman.

OK, then.

Talk.

D'you want a drink?

-Pat!

-It's all right. It's all right. No. I shouldn't really.

But you'd like one?

Well, yeah. If I weren't pregnant.

So you do know you gotta make sacrifices?

Yeah, of course.

Good. Cos giving up drink is the easiest of 'em.

Having a baby is one big sacrifice after another.

It's the single biggest responsibility you will ever undertake.

The hardest, most painful,

most unrelenting thing you'll ever face in your life.

-And that's just the next nine months.

-Pat.

So you gotta be sure about this.

If you're not, there are options.

There are doctors who can help.

On the NHS, so it's clean and safe, not like it was in my day.

Pat!

What, are you saying you want me to have an abortion?

Er... I just wanted you to know that there are people that can help.

You're crazy.

And you're well out of order.

Lola... Lo!

What was that about?

I thought you wanted her to know that there were people that could help. Doctors she could see and that...

Ante-natal doctors! Not abortionists!

Thank you so much, Officer. Once again, I can't apologise enough. Sorry.

It's all right, Abs.

What have you got to say for yourself?

Go easy on her, Tan.

Stay out of this. Well?

Sorry.

You're sorry? For what? What part? The shoplifting?

The criminal damage?

Don't forget the bit about fleeing a crime scene.

All for a pair of shoes, Abi. What were you thinking?!

-I wanted a pair of shoes.

-Don't get smart.

This is the second time the police have brought you home! What did you think you were doing?

-What you told me to do.

-What?

-I was showing some initiative. D'you remember?

-Don't you put this on me.

No. We wouldn't want that, would we?

-Right, that's enough.

-Good!

Where do think you're going? What is going on with you?

Me? Mum, you want to take a look in the mirror,

because I'm not the one with the problem!

So, go after her.

I, er...

Need a drink?

What?

Your hands. They're shaking.

Sign of withdrawal.

PHONE RINGS

Can I answer that this time?

Hello?

OK, yeah, I'll tell her.

Gaynor.

Some customer's claiming that you maimed 'em.

That'll be because of the shaking, no doubt.

Tan, where you going?

-You proud of yourself?

-Abi's right. Tanya does need to look into the mirror some time.

And I...

need a cigarette.

What you doing?

I'm out of fags.

That's Abi's bag!

She's shoplifting, defying authority. Stands to reason she's smoking.

This just keeps getting better.

Lola!

Hey.

Hey. You all right?

Yeah.

Look, is it true?

Yes. I'm pregnant.

Right. How?

Pretty sure the normal way.

-Are you going to keep it?

-Yeah.

Jay reckons you don't know who the dad is.

That's right.

D'you think...what we done...

Ben, look. What we did, I don't even think it really counts.

And you ain't the only guy I've been with, you know.

Yes, you're off the hook.

Right. Catch you in a bit.

Sorry.

Oh, no. Now what've I done?

Too much soap powder. An extra rinse'll clear it.

I could use your help.

-I can show you if you like.

-Thank you.

It was a man, as usual.

In Liverpool.

I might have known.

It wasn't a good relationship, Dot. It was...

Adulterous?

Violent.

He hurt me, Dot.

Lauren!

Are you OK, darling?

Where were you?

I, er...

I don't really know.

You silly, silly girl.

What were you thinking, eh?

Don't.

I feel bad enough as it is.

Is she... Is Mum OK?

I don't know. Not really. I've gotta go for Abi. Will you just go home and wait there for your mum?

Why? Where is she?

Not sure. She said she needs to be somewhere. Come on.

Lauren?

Lauren!

-Billy? Have you seen Jay?

-No. Have you seen Lola?

No.

He's been spending a lot of time with her lately, hasn't he?

She won't leave him alone.

-He doesn't seem to mind, from what I can see.

-What do you mean?

Seen 'em earlier on, laughing and messing about together.

He even give her 20 quid.

Jay doesn't have 20 quid to give anyone, let alone Lola.

Oh, I must have been seeing things, then.

You tell him I want to see him. All right?

PHONE BLEEPS

I had to do what I had to do to get away so he couldn't find me.

I had to change my name. Change my identity.

Whatever it took.

Well, you can change your name but you can't change your nature.

-That's what I'm afraid of.

-Ah, that's taken care of.

I need someone to take care of me. I always have.

Well, I've always maintained you go north of Watford at your peril.

Probably better that you stay around here.

Just to be on the safe side.

You told Ben, then.

Should've seen his face.

Yeah, I did.

So. You keeping it then, or..?

Yes! Why does everyone keep asking me that?

-What do I look like to you?

-A pregnant teenager.

When you put it that way...

What's this, then?

It's what I got with the money you give me.

-"Your baby is a full-time job."

-Jay.

I can be a good mum, you know.

Of course. Of course you can.

Hey?

-All right, Abs.

-All right?

-It's not what it looks like.

-You can have her.

And your baby. And you can both go to hell.

I'm so dumped.

PHONE BLEEPS

Tanya Jessop. J-E-S-S-O-P.

I can't see her.

Lauren?

You OK?

Yeah, I'm fine. It's my mum I'm worried about.

-She's meant to be here.

-Yeah, she is.

Good. So where is she?

-I don't know. I thought she'd...

-She's not here?

I can say that she's not.

So she's finished her treatment, then?

I think you should talk to your mum.

That's why I'm here. She's got an appointment, ain't she?

What, she ain't showed up?

Has my mum been missing appointments?

-Has she been having any treatment at all?

-You really need to talk to your mum.

About time.

-Mum...

-Abi, darling, I'm so sorry about before.

It's not you. It's me and Jay... We broke up.

Did you, darling, why? What's happened?

-Where's Lauren? Didn't she find you?

-Lauren's back? Is she all right?

Yeah, she's all right.

You just don't care!

Abi, I do, darling! Of course! What happened?

It might have something to do with this. I found it in her bag.

You're pregnant?

-No, it's not...

-Abi, how could you? How could you? You stupid, stupid little girl!

Tanya! What is wrong with you?

-What do you mean? This isn't about me!

-Families fall apart from the top down.

Nothing's falling apart, Mum.

How can you say that?

-You've not been yourself.

-Not you an' all?

All of us.

You want to know what's wrong? You want to know what's wrong?

I'll tell you what's wrong. You! All of you is what is wrong.

I have got a toddler to look after alone, a business to run alone,

and I've got a husband who hates my guts, and an ex-husband who's nowhere to be found.

And I've had... I've got this flu thing.

And what help have I had from my family, eh?

What support?

I've got a leech for a mother, whose welcome has run out, by the way.

And a crack-smoking self-obsessed sister.

And, worst of all, I've got this spiteful, spoilt brat of a daughter.

-Who's not only a criminal, she's a tart too!

-It takes one to know one!

Enough!

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