23/12/2011 EastEnders

They're here.

-Oh. Yeah, they're back.

-They're here?

-Yeah.

Kamil, baba.

He had a temperature. It was best to leave him with Bushra.

It's nothing serious, is it?

Just a cold.

Thought you could get a head-start on the packing?

Mum...

it's just a cold.

-Did you have your own telly in your cell?

-Here we are again. Nothing changes.

-Same old.

-Oi, less of the same old. They're new curtains, they are!

-You could do with a bit of steak on that eye.

-I thought they was keeping you in.

Me cellmate was winding me up. They can't keep you in for fighting.

-Who was you fighting anyway?

-Oh, Mum, don't start...

My little girl's back!

THEY LAUGH

Oh, look at him. Ain't he tall? Ain't you tall?

Even my little boy's got big, ain't ya, eh?

Oh, he'll be fine.

-I knew you'd come back. I always knew you'd come back.

-No you never!

You was moping about with a face on you.

Oi!

Was there riots? Did you get up on the roof and throw bog roll?

He's over there, he's over there. Just behave yourself, all right? Promise me.

And you won't say anything embarrassing.

ME? Would I embarrass you, though?

-Hello...

-Hey, how you doing? Really nice to...

Oh! OK! Hugging already!

OK, I'm just going to go with it, you know.

Can I just say that you are looking pengalicious, Miss!

-Penga what?

-Nice.

-Yeah.

-Oh, good.

Well, if you break her heart, I'll break your family jewels,

you get me, Fatboy?

All right, easy, I'm the good one. Did you tell her I was the...

-Sorry.

-It's all right, babe.

-You want a drink?

-Yeah, I'll have a G&T, and a vodka and orange,

and one of them cocktails with the rude names, with the little umbrellas?

Prawn cocktail with pink sauce and scratchings - hairier the better.

Hey, Ricky, this one's on me, all right.

Mo, sort out whatever Queen Bi wants she can have.

Oh, my little love machine...

Look, er, about last time, you know, when I come to see you...?

-Pat don't look so good. Is it the money?

-She's fine.

-Look, about the argument...

-Oh, Ricky, just forget it, yeah? I mean it.

Fresh start, no more arguing, no more flying off the handle.

Let me, you and the kids have a lovely Christmas, yeah?

Come on, tell me, what have I missed?

OK, now!

Ah, what does that say?

That we're chavs? Chavs with a massive electricity bill?

No. It says "stuff your hate-mail".

-It's like in the olden days when they used to stick their heads on spikes.

-Pikes.

-Whatever. Still says don't mess with us.

-Bit like your party cos that was a great idea, weren't it?

That's nice, innit? Yeah, very white trash.

-How's your motor, Jack?

-Just leave it.

I still reckon I'd rather have a head on a pike.

Or spike.

BUTTONS BEEP

Yes, that's fine, I'll speak to you later.

-He doesn't really have a cold, does he?

-You railroaded me.

-What?

-You wanted to see Kamil. You used Afia to manipulate me.

-No, it wasn't like that...

-You'll see him when I decide.

RADIO PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND

I have to think of the bigger picture, Zainab.

I have to do what's best for all of us. You understand, don't you?

CAR ALARM GOES OFF OUTSIDE

I think that's mine.

CAR ALARM CONTINUES

ZAINAB DIALS

You have to go, you have to go! He hasn't brought Kamil!

-What do you mean...?

-I don't know where he is!

-Two teeny tiny sandwiches...

Come here!

I swear you've got some kind of parasite.

Parasite! Nice, thanks. (Parasite...)

CAR ALARM CONTINUES OUTSIDE

-(He has to let you see him sometime.)

-(I don't know...)

-Zainab, he HAS to, and when he does you tell me, OK? You tell me straight away.

-(OK.)

Does Mum still seem really strung out to you?

Course she is. She's just about to move to a whole new country.

Forever.

I don't know. I just thought telling Dad to back off might help.

It has. It has helped. He's not been round here, has he?

-Am I overreacting?

-You're overreacting.

CAR ALARM CONTINUES

I don't know how much more of this I can take.

CAR ALARM STOPS

-(Go, go, go!)

-FRONT DOOR SLAMS SHUT

Wing mirror's scraped.

Oh, dear. Kids you, know. Can I get you something?

Darling, sit down. Relax, I can do it.

# It's only just begu-u-un... #

-You brought her back to me!

-Whoa!

Kitten, listen, take that, go and put it on charge for me. Go on. Good girl.

BIANCA LAUGHS

-Mum, do you mind if I catch you up? Just finish my drink.

-All right, love.

Come on, Morgan!

I should just tell her about Mandy. I should just tell her straight out.

Oi! Men and their flaming consciences!

Don't you dare say a word, Ricky Butcher!

Look, she's going to find out, She always does.

You got enough on your plate right now.

It won't be easy for her. She's been away a long time.

-Ben's gay?! Bet Phil's happy!

-Ooh!

See?

Here, Ricky, you know when you used to come and visit me, and I'd say "any gossip?"

-Why didn't you tell me that?

-Well...must have slipped me mind.

What else has slipped your mind? You been keeping things from me?

Oh, look! He's an hand-holder!

Hand-holders are always keepers.

-My Roy was a hand-holder...

-Aw!

-Better go and see to Morgan.

-Yeah.

Do you want to go and see Father Christmas before we go?

MUSIC: "The Little Boy That Santa Claus Forgot"

What d'you want? A dinosaur?

You love dinosaurs.

I like robots.

-Since when?

-Since ages. Fatboy bought me two robots.

Oh, well that's nice of him.

Fatboy's nice but not like Rob.

-Who's Rob?

-A nasty boy.

I want Fatboy to take me to see Father Christmas.

CHRISTMAS SONG CONTINUES IN BACKGROUND

It's going to take a little time, that's all.

I've let Shenice stay over Tiff's tonight. I thought it was best considering, you know...

I wasn't going to let them just cart her off. It's better this way.

-Oh, really? Is that right? What, for you or for her?

-For her.

She needs us around.

-Can I see Shenice?

-No.

Have I upset her.

Have I been bad?

Is it because of my winnings?

As they say that money is the root of all evil, don't they? That's what they say?

That makes it easier, don't it, eh, Jean?

-What's that mean...?

-Nothing. No, forget I even said it.

-So can I see Shenice...?

-Can you please give us a second!

-Oi! Don't you talk to her like that!

-Oh, makes it...

-What did you mean?!

-It just makes it easier with Jean around, eh?!

-What are you talking about?!

-I'm talking about us!

-You can talk! You spend more time on Shenice than anyone else!

Well, at least one of us is, eh, Kat?

-You know what she said to me this morning?

-No! What?

-I tell you.

She said, "What is it with you and Kat putting on big fake smiles, "pretending everything's OK?"

Who are fooling when we can't even fool an eight-year-old, eh?!

-I know what this is really about.

-Oh, yeah?

It's about him, innit, eh?

It's eating you alive.

I've said it now. It's out there. D'you feel better now?!

You know how to stab a bloke in the heart, don't you, Kat?

You're the one that said forget about it! You said it, not me!

Yeah, all right, I can't forget. I certainly can't forgive...

Have I upset you, Alfie?

No. No, no, no, you...

-..you haven't upset me, Jean.

-I can cope with this.

-Good. You do that.

Just over there. Come on! Santa's Grotto!

There you go, sweetheart.

-Come on, children!

-Oh, how lovely...

-Santa's Grotto! Over in the Queen Vic.

Come on! Santa's Grotto!

In the Queen Vic!

Ting!

Another angel's got its wings!

Well, this is fun, innit?

MUSIC: "When I Was A Youngster" by Rizzle Kicks

Oi, oi, things are about to get interesting.

My knickers are going right up my jacksy.

You know, it's like he WANTS me to hit him.

Just think of head on spikes.

-Pikes.

-Yeah, well, whatever. You know, let's have a nice drink, have a dance...

and then I'll take you home and do that thing you like me to do.

Fine, see you then.

Tam! We'll be late for work!

Get your coat.

-What?

-We're going out.

-You do want to see Kamil, don't you?

-D'you mean it?

-Like I said, I decide when.

-Where are we meeting them?

-A cafe.

-Meeting who?

-Kamil.

-I thought you said he had a cold...

-Whereabouts?

-So many questions.

-Why don't you just bring him here?

I'll go get his toy.

-It's easier for everyone this way.

-How? I want to see him.

Do you want to stress your mother out?

I thought I wouldn't even have to point this out.

You can see him another time.

Has anyone seen my phone?

Oh! He loses his phone, like, five times a day. Where did you have it last?

-Why does everyone always ask me that?

-Wait, hang on a sec. Let me ring it.

-PHONE RINGS

-Tamwar! When are you going to start looking after your things?!

-Have you seen my bow tie?

-Come on, get out. Come on!

-I need...

-Out!

-Ready?

-Yes.

So that's it then, yeah? Them piddly little presents?

Look, I definitely told you that.

-I definitely told you that we were brassic!

-I know. Calm down. How much you borrowed?

It's who we borrowed it from, that's the problem.

I bet you ain't told her who's back.

Who?

Who?

Happy Christmas. Happy Christmas!

Happy Christmas! Happy Christmas!

-Give Kamil a hug from me.

-It's open.

CHILDREN SING ON CAMCORDER RECORDING

'It's Christmas!

-'Mum!

-Oh!

'Thank you, Santa.'

Happy Christmas! Happy Christmas!

Happy Christmas! Happy Christmas!

Happy Christmas! Happy Christmas! Happy Christmas!

-Happy Christmas!

-WOMEN: Woo-hoo!

FATBOY AND WHITNEY LAUGH

Oi...

You coming in?

I've got cake.

-Is she going to go again?

-Who?

Mum. She went away last time and never said goodbye.

-Listen, trust me, little man, all right? She ain't going anywhere.

-You swear?

I can do better than that! Look, come here. Now, give me some of this, give me some of this.

Give me some of this, a little bit of this and some of this.

That is the biggest, baddest, sweariest swear you can do on road, all right?

OK? Trust me.

Jean Slater's gone mental! She's giving them away.

Oi, that's not your money! That's mine and Alfie's money! Jean!

-I'm not going to go to jail, Kat.

-Stop it!

-I've paid my dues!

-I've repented my sins!

-Oi, what's going on?!

Nothing. Everything's fine! Tommy needs a cuddle.

Please, will you help me?! Just come home!

I am a grown-up, Kat.

I am a grown-up lady.

I can do whatever I like.

CAROL SINGERS SINGING "Away In A Manger"

What's he doing?

Ooh, no, no.

No, sorry darling, no.

See, I-I'm married with kids. Sorry about that.

Oi, oi, oi. Easy, easy...

-See what women reduce you to? I don't know why we bother half the time, mate.

-Why don't you go home?

Nah, nah, nah...

-I'll have another one.

-Alfie, look, go home.

Go and try and make it work.

That's what marriage is about, innit? Trying, eh? Never giving up.

Not till you got the divorce papers burning an hole in your pocket, that is.

Yeah. You're right. I'm too old for this place.

-Yeah, you can speak for yourself.

-Come on. See you later.

You enjoy winding me up, do ya?

-I'm going, OK? Let's not go there.

-You think you'll win but you won't. Cos I always win.

-Is that right?

CHILD GIGGLES

WHITNEY: Tiff, I'll be up in a minute!

I thought I'd feel different. Thought I'd be excited.

I AM excited.

Things ain't the same as they was, though, are they?

No, course they are.

Who's Rob?

No-one.

Don't lie to me, Whit.

Not you, as well. Who's Rob?

Just got to let yourself go!

I thought we were supposed to be showing everybody

what a good time we're having.

If you mention heads on spikes,

I won't be responsible for my actions.

Oi, oi, oi. Leave it out, will you? Jean, time to go home, darling.

No, dance with me.

Come on, where's your coat?

Are we going back to yours? Cos I'd like that.

I would like to go back to yours.

You don't want a kiss, do you?

-Are you laughing at me?

-No.

No, Jean, I'm not laughing at you. Go on.

I should have been here.

-I could have stopped it.

-No.

I thought I was in love with him.

Him...

..Tony, Connor.

I mean, what sort of a mother am I? I should have been here.

Well, you're here right now.

I've got a nice boyfriend, I've got lovely friends,

I'm enjoying college right now.

I'm doing counselling.

-Are you?

-Yeah.

See, if you focus on the other stuff,

they're going to win, aren't they?

So, you and Fatboy...

THEY LAUGH

Me and Fatboy...

You know what you got there, don't you?

You've got a hand-holder. They're special, they are.

Oh, not yet.

THEY LAUGH

I mean, it's nice, but...

CRACKLING

That's our tree.

Look at our lovely tree!

I'm going to kill him, you know that? I am going to kill him.

Is she all right?

Yeah, having a boogie, weren't you?

I feel strange, Kat. I feel very strange.

If you ever need a hand.

No, I don't.

Still, you know where I am.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

It'll be all right.

Jean's got you.

-You've got Alfie.

-Have I?

-Yeah.

You know you do.

Come on, Jean. Let's get you inside, yeah?

Come on.

That's... Yeah, that's absolutely fine.

-OK, bye-bye.

-Something's wrong.

-What?

-The car's gone and the lights are off in the house.

-It's your dad.

-Take these.

-What?

-Take them.

Listen, there's something I need to tell you.

I already know.

Why didn't you tell me, Ricky?

I couldn't find the words.

Well, say something.

You know, hit me if you want. I deserve it.

Don't be so hard on yourself.

So, did you meet him, then? This Rob?

-Rob?

-I should've protected her.

-Whitney?

-Course. I've missed so much, ain't I?

That place, it was just so horrible. I hated it so much.

I thought I'd just be able to come back here and just forget about it.

But so much has changed, hasn't it?

I mean, Morgan don't even like dinosaurs any more.

I mean, what is that all about? Everything's changed.

I mean, not everything. You ain't.

Sometimes, I'd just be in there...

..and I'd get so down...

..and the only thing that would get me through was you lot.

It was horrible.

SHE SOBS

Morgan wants to say good-night. There you go, darling.

Oh!

Oh, I love you.

-Tam, is your mum about?

-No. Why?

Well, she said she might pop in.

Why would she do that? She's not even at home.

Well, don't worry.

-We've probably got our wires crossed.

-What's with the weird text?

-What text?

-It wasn't meant for me, was it? Was it for Mum?

Yeah, it was meant for your mum. I wanted to see Kamil.

"Are you OK?" What's that got to do with Kamil?

Well, I'm worried about her. And Kamil.

He should be with his mother.

-She's seeing him now, anyway, so...

-Kamil?

-Where?

-I don't know.

-Tamwar, I just want to see my son.

-I'm sorry, I really don't know.

Haynes Lane.

The caff - it's on Haynes Lane. Just don't tell my dad I told you.

There are no angels, are there?

No.

No, there isn't. Sorry.

-Sorry. Out the way, out the way! Get out of the way!

-Sorry!

Come on! Hurry up.

-Do you like your cake?

-I'm not hungry.

Kamil!

-Oh, my baby, my baby.

-Salam alaykum.

Excuse me, do you know where Haynes Lane is?

-Erm, yeah. To the roundabout, on the left.

-Thank you.

-Cheers.

PHONE RINGS

-I missed you. I missed you.

-It's the passport office.

It's OK. It's OK.

So, how are you feeling?

-Sorry?

-Yusef told me what you've been through.

My sister had a breakdown with her first child.

Sometimes, it all gets a bit too much, doesn't it?

Yes. Yeah. You know what, I think he needs changing.

-May I?

-Of course.

-Come on Kamil, baba.

Mummy's got you.

Excuse me, do you know where Haynes Lane is?

-Excuse me. Haynes Lane?

-Haynes Lane?

-Up here!

ALFIE: Says it may cause drowsiness

and you cannot operate any heavy machinery.

Right, put your hand out, girl. There we go. That's it.

One there. There we go. Right, get your water. That's it.

Down in one.

Let me check. Ah-ah!

And again. Ah-ah!

-Zainab? Just one moment.

-Yes.

-Excuse me, do you know where Haynes Lane is, no?

-Haynes Lane?

-Sorry.

-Sorry.

No, that's not it. Try that one over there. Come on.

I don't think so.

I'll make it right, Jean. I'll make everything all right.

-There it is.

-Where?

-There. Come on.

We're too late.

We're too late.

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