01/12/2011 EastEnders

-Well, hello.

-Well, hello.

Got anything for me to sign?

Er...

I'll need your signature right here.

Oi. Later, potato.

There you go, Kamil baba. I've got find your arm bands.

Very nice of Daddy to take you swimming.

Isn't he a kind daddy, eh?

I'm off to work. Are you OK?

Pakistan will be the best move we ever make.

I'll make sure of it.

-GIGGLING

-Jane! Will you just take this inside?

-Tam, give your dad a break.

-Teenager more like.

Look, I know Jane and I are...

-Sick-making.

-Tam, I am here.

What about Doctor Evil and your mother?

They're sick-making as well but... at least they're doing it discreetly.

Last year, yeah, Christmas morning...

I actually resented her for waking me up at, like, stupid o'clock.

Do you know what I would give for that now?

I know.

Now she's going to be over there

with that nasty ex-con, opening up her presents, this Christmas.

I mean, how can they possibly say

that is in the best interests of my child?

How can Jack say that's OK?

-Alfie?

-What?

I've got umpteen cases of the finest vin rouge. 80p a litre.

-Oh, yeah?

-Sure it's not window cleaner?

Fat Elvis assures me it's legit red wine from Nigeria.

Oh. I wouldn't put that on my chips. It's, like, 100% proof.

So, it's exotic.

Chuck in a few oranges and stuff, and viola. Mulled wine.

And I'm going to make my lucky mince pies.

Well, you certainly got the lucky touch, Miss Millions.

You sure you're all right running the bar without me?

It'll be a marked improvement.

Well, as long as it don't make me punters go blind,

I reckon I could turn a nice little tidy profit.

Here's to Fat Elvis.

Zainab?

Ah...you're ruining the mystique.

I forgot my packed lunch. House details.

-Thank you.

-And I've just seen Masood with Jane.

Yes, I've already heard all the gossip.

Bet your surgery's alight with it.

I can't believe Masood parading that Beale reject around,

shoving that information down people's throats.

She hasn't an ounce of self respect, throwing herself at him.

You have every right to have your head held high.

Your behaviour throughout the separation has been impeccable.

But we don't have to worry about any of this soon.

I'm not worried about it now.

OK, cheese sandwiches, extra cucumber, lots of mayonnaise.

Now your divorce is finalised, we can avoid all scandal..

It couldn't have come quick enough for me.

-And I've made you some dhal...

-..by getting married in Pakistan.

Rose can heat it up. Thanks.

So...did you...?

Did you just propose to me?

I assumed that's what you wanted?

-Well, not like this.

-Well, you...

stopped our physical relationship, so I assumed.

Because it wasn't right, you here.

We were waiting till we get married, weren't we?

You do still want to be with me, don't you?

Well, if this is as romantic as it gets.

And this is before the wedding? I can't wait for Pakistan(!)

-Zainab, I...

-You know what...?

..don't make too many assumptions about me.

This is late for you.

I haven't got any bookings, this morning.

Tanya's not been around.

The salon's taking a bit of a nosedive, to be honest.

Nice to have a break from greasing

-all those sweaty backs and spotty clefts.

-Hang on.

I wouldn't have to do that if I set up a business in Pakistan.

Hey. Booga!

No, seriously, how much do you get per massage?

I get richly rewarded.

Arthritic fingers, that's where you're heading.

Oh, come on, it'll only be temporary, just until we set up a business.

And, who knows, we could get a little holiday out of it.

Then, in 2012, we could walk away with a huge profit.

We're going to need it cos Yasmin has acquired some very expensive taste.

Why isn't dad telling me this himself?.

I've only just decided.

Why don't you and Tamwar come for a while? See if you like it?

Tamwar doesn't trust anyone else to run the restaurant.

-I don't want to be late.

-Please, Afia.

What's that on your hair?

Coconut oil.

My mum used it on all of us...

in Pakistan.

You should try it sometime.

You know...

I couldn't have asked for a better wife for my Tamwar.

-How long do you leave it on for?

-I'd miss both of you. Terribly.

Your ends need a trim.

My mum used to do that.

She said our hair was our crowning glory.

I'd sit on her lap and she'd plait it.

Whisper silly jokes in my ear.

We'd spend ages choosing which coloured bobbles to wear.

Your father would be crushed if you didn't give it a go.

My husband would be crushed if we DID give it a go.

DOORBELL RINGS

Got your message.

SHE RAISES HER VOICE: I couldn't sleep, last night, thinking about Pakistan.

(Syed thinks it's temporary.)

(But, once I get him out there, he won't be coming back.)

-Oh.

-Sorry.

Come on, you lucky people, get your silver Christmas trees direct,

I mean direct, from the West End.

Lucky pies!

Oh, I'm so sorry!

-It's all right, love.

-Oh! Oh, have one for free.

No, thank you very much.

Sorry, mate, have a drink on the house. Mo, sort him out.

That'll take the hair off your gorgeous rugged chest.

-Yeah, all right, Mo.

-Big man like you needs feeding up.

-Thank you.

-Listen, as a way of apology,

I'll give you one of my silver trees at half price,

direct from the windows of Bond Street. Keep the missus happy, eh?

Unfortunately, I haven't got a missus.

-Nice try though.

-That's all right.

-I'll take one. Impress the new man in my life.

-Oh, hark at her, eh?

-Thank you, sweetheart. Take the big one at the end there, all yours.

-Thanks.

-Can I have a word with you?

-'Course you can. What's the matter with you, you dopey cow?

Yes, mate?

-You've got a very good touch. I'm in sales myself.

-Oh, right.

Fridge freezers.

That's handy this time of the year. The amount of food you get.

I just happen to be recruiting new agents at the moment.

Man of your talents, could be right up your street.

Obviously, I'd have to take a percentage off the top.

But I could let you have them at cost.

-'Course, no such thing as a free lunch, is there?

-Guaranteed profits.

All totally legit.

You see, my warehouse got flooded.

The stock's all good. Just looking for a new home.

And you, silver tongue, you can have first refusal.

-Why don't you have a think about it.

-Yeah, yeah, 'course I will.

The name's Derek. Derek Branning.

Right, yeah. I'm Alfie. Alfie Moon.

Yeah, I know who you are.

Cheers.

Come on, everyone, get your mulled wine, best in Walford!

All those hours to kill in the sunshine around our private pool.

-You didn't waste any time.

-Kamil and Yasmin running around, inseparable.

Oh, yeah, best mates, just like an uncle and niece should be.

Afia! It's unbelievably cute. I could eat them.

But never really knowing their Auntie Afia.

Me and Tamwar are happy here.

"Do you want any naans with that?" Very rewarding(!)

And dumping your kid on an underpaid nanny while you go shopping.

Something to be really proud of(!)

Amira is setting up a business there. Your father thinks it's a fantastic idea.

I knew he was proud of me.

You know, Yusef is beginning to mean so much,

especially after everything with my own father. PHONE RINGS

Not on good terms?

I don't know if you know but, yesterday,

me and Syed saw something...

You know what, is there anyone left who hasn't seen Masood and Jane together?

Oh, no.

No!

Anything been taken?

Obviously ain't smackheads, is it?

Someone with a vendetta.

This is down to that Phil Mitchell.

Who the HELL does he think he is?

-Sorry, have I missed a chapter?

-He wants something I ain't got no more.

I had a mate from the old bill dig out some dirt on him for me.

-What you got all that stuff for?

-I was going to use against him

-if he carried on giving me grief. Remember what he was like?

-Where's it now, this stuff?

-I dunno.

-Mitchell obviously doesn't believe me, does he?

-Do you want me to go and have a little chat with him?

Derek, no, please. I'll deal with this my own way.

I don't want any comebacks.

Maybe you're right. We've got our little Amy to think about, ain't we?

I could just do without all this attention. All this aggro.

I mean, who's to say he ain't going to go to social services?

Listen, Jack. As much as I love Amy,

with my record, maybe I shouldn't be under the same roof.

Maybe I should go and stay with Max.

Might not be a bad idea. I'll check with Tanya. Yeah, come.

And you, I don't want you to worry about anything.

Right, let's get this tidied up.

Your hair looks nice.

One day, Masood. One day was all you had to wait.

Today. OK, because today is the day

that you and I are officially divorced in the eyes of Allah.

Right. I'm sorry.

Where's Kamil? I promised him I'd take him swimming.

I had to make sure that fancy woman of yours wasn't around getting in on the act.

It is too soon for Kamil, do you understand that?

Flaunting her like that in public.

It's spiteful, it is disrespectful!

Add to that, evil, creepy, insidious,

and you've summed up perfectly the parasite sucking out your brain cells.

-Yusef Khan. The name alone used to make you cower.

-He's asked me to marry him.

And it couldn't have been more romantic.

Congratulations(!) Divorced and engaged in one day. Well done(!)

So it'll be legitimate then, won't it, Masood?

Kamil having someone else to call Daddy.

RAP MUSIC PLAYS FROM INSIDE

Tamwar, turn that down!

We thought we were so cool, listening to this.

Our little rebellion.

On the Walkman.

Over and over again.

Sharing the headphones.

Cheek to cheek.

We can go back to that place, Zainab.

And I will make it my lifetime's work

to make you happy.

If you'll please say...

yes.

Be my beautiful wife again.

You're just as beautiful as when we married in Pakistan, if not more so.

The most soulful eyes.

All the wisdom and intelligence, love and honour shining through.

So?

I didn't quite catch that.

-Yes?

-Yes.

-SHE GIGGLES

Care for a dance?

I hope this makes up for this morning's assumptions.

-# Don't push me...

-# Cos I'm close to...

# The edge. #

Hopefully our children will see we're a strong family unit and they'll follow us.

Why don't we... announce it at the restaurant?

Have a special family meal. In fact...

let's go for a drink straight after surgery. Show the...

DOOR OPENS

You're cocking your leg up the wrong tree.

Well, how could that file just go missing, eh?

Same way as the USB stick. I'm not entirely thrilled that some freak's been going through my personals.

-I don't know what your game is but if you want to have a go, do it now. Come on.

-It...wasn't...me.

-The court gave me everything I could want for yesterday.

-Now you're rubbing it in.

-While Roxy's killing herself?

-No. All I'm saying is Amy's my only priority.

You're going to regret wasting your time on me,

taking your mind off the ball, when this real culprit strikes.

So who's been in your flat lately?

It was chaotic, all right? Take your pick.

-Who?

-The night that Amy nearly drowned,

the entire square went through my flat.

Face it...who haven't you made enemies with round here?

You pick on me again... I've still got a lot of mates in that nick.

Marsden even. They'd be very interested in your murky past.

Things will blow over here.

Dad, don't go.

Zainab's so fragile.

Pakistan will mend her. She's extremely keen. What can I do?

You promised me after mum died...

you'd never leave me on my own.

-Then come with me.

-Tam doesn't want to.

All Tamwar wants is you.

He'll follow you to the moon and back.

Afia, whatever happened to that fearless woman who wanted to see the world?

Is this where you really see yourself?

Neighbours to thugs like the Mitchells.

Serving masalas to make ends meet.

You sound like Amira.

Anyone would think SHE was your daughter.

You're my princess.

And you can live like one out there.

THEY LAUGH

It's always been you and me. Since mum.

I'm not saying Zainab could ever replace her.

And I'm doing this for Zainab.

It's what SHE wants...

for me to marry her.

I'll propose but only if you say it's OK.

I respect your opinion.

I understand this could be hurtful.

What do YOU want?

To be with my family.

My family is Tamwar.

So is mine.

And I could really use your support.

Zainab cares so much about what people think of us together.

She's desperate to avoid shame.

We can do that in Pakistan.

Married.

Go ahead. Ask her.

I can't stop you, can I?

Can't stop what you do or where you want to go.

I'll give you and Tamwar everything you need out there.

And you won't lose the restaurant. I'll sort it. Anything you want.

Please...Afia.

In memory of your beautiful mother.

Don't let us break our promise.

I can't be bothered re-doing it when it's not ours in the first place.

Only got to look at him funny and bang goes the lease.

-You got the rent?

-That time already?

Just get it, will ya?

Sorry to hear about Amy.

LAUGHTER

Phil, stupid question but I'm going to ask it anyway.

Will you sell me The Vic?

-Like you could afford it.

-What if I could though?

-So we could call it ours?

-Yes.

If you ever got a deposit together maybe I'll talk about it.

-You're not in trouble, are you?

-I'm not saying I will sell it but...

maybe I'm thinking about a change of scenery.

Your sister loves it out there. Wouldn't you like to spend some time with her?

Afia, why are you packing our bags?

-Tam...

-No, OK. Just. no.

-I've never been without my dad.

And I want to be here for MY dad because it's going to tear him apart if Mum uproots with Kamil.

Your dad is a big boy now. He can cope without you.

-But can I cope.

-Afia, you've got me. I'm your husband.

Table number seven, please. I feel lucky.

-You did it then.

-With your permission.

Sorry, you knew?

Er...most people say congratulations.

-Same again?

-Yeah, cheers.

Just killing time before I go to Aunt Sal's.

This one's on the house, all right?

To what do I owe this little pleasure?

Right, well I thought we could have a few drinks here.

-Nice little takeaway and a bunk up in the B&B with you, skinny pins.

-B&B?

Yeah, just for tonight.

Just till Max clears it with Tanya for me to stay with them.

-You're moving out of Jack's?

-That's right, peroxide.

Thought I'd give Amy's dad

the best possible chance to make it a permanent thing.

Here, Derek. Derek, come here.

-Yes, mate.

-All those turkeys to freeze.

Walford's going to need a lot more ice.

-Shall I take it we got a deal then?

-Trust me.

-You took the words right out of my mouth.

-Cheers.

And there was me, pulling Dad back in line about him and Jane.

But at least their relationship doesn't make me and my wife incestuous.

-You know the imam refutes that.

-Tamwar...

I know this all seems very rushed, us getting married, moving away.

-Let's at least talk about it before we dismiss it altogether?

-Why are you running away?

-We're not running away.

-She wants to go.

You should want what makes your mum happy. You should cherish every minute...

And my mum should want to be here with her sons.

Amira, my little baby niece I've only just got to meet, Shabs, my baby brother, and you.

I'll lose you all to Pakistan. How can you let that happen? You're not thinking straight.

-Don't speak to your mother like that.

-It's OK, it's all right.

This was insensitive.

I'm very sorry, Tamwar.

Put it back on. We have nothing to feel sorry about.

You don't have to lose anyone, Tam.

If you come to Pakistan.

My dad. He came first a long time before you.

Bit of a rough old day for you today, I know but...

CHEERING

HE CHOKES

If that what rebound tastes like, I want more.

Oh, Ian, you must have got the lucky one.

Aw!

Don't worry, he's just to pass the time

till I get what I really want for Christmas.

Tamwar will get used to the idea.

It's not fair. Our needs putting a strain on their marriage.

So you don't want your family around you?

I'm only doing this for you.

Do you really need that?

I'm hardly an alcoholic.

Put the ring on.

-We shouldn't pressurise them like this.

-Put it on, please.

Does it look like we're running away?

This is what you want.

Yusef.

Today felt like...

..for the first time, like we'd come together.

In a really good way.

And it's making me wonder whether...

-whether Pakistan is such a good idea.

-I adjust our religion for you.

I buy you an expensive ring.

I do everything possible to keep your children from straying and you're backing out?

Is that really necessary?

If you can't appreciate what I do for you...

What? Taking everything away from Masood?

Is that how little you think of me?

After everything I've done, nothing right, nothing good enough.

-Oh!

-You respect my wishes!

Yusef!

Yusef! Yusef, please!

You made me so terrified I was going to lose you, our dream.

You're all I want. I'm sorry, Zainab. I'm so sorry,

I love you more than anything.

Please forgive me. Please forgive me, Zainab.

Don't do this to me again. Please.

Please.

Please.

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