Kat and Alfie throw a 1st birthday party for Tommy, but will the birthday celebrations bring the couple closer together? Ricky, Bianca and Carol face Janine's repayment deadline.
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Right here, darling. Right here.
How you feeling?
Like I've done nine rounds with Mo Harris!
Don't look so worried.
A couple of days in here and I'll be as right as rain, won't I?
Yeah, course you will.
If I can survive Lou Beale as a mother-in-law,
cancer's a walk in the park.
Don't tell anybody. I mean it, you promise?
All my life I've been gossiped about in that Square.
The last thing I need right now is a sympathy parade.
Anyway, you haven't got time to be fretting about me.
We've got to figure out how to pay madam back.
Don't worry about that.
There's a battered old Jackie Collins next to me bed.
There's 30 quid stuffed in there.
-You'll be all right, won't you?
-If Peggy Mitchell can come out of this fighting, so can I.
I love you, Pat.
Go on. Go on, away with you.
Blimey, Jean. How many kids we got comin'?
-You think I've made too much, don't you?
-I think we're going to be eating sausage rolls till Easter.
It's just that I never got to do this for Stacey or Sean.
I was always either in bed or in the Co-Op in my nightie.
Tommy's going to love it.
Well, Shenice is blowing up balloons
and Anthony and Tyler are sorting out more bunting.
And Mo has put herself in charge of entertainment.
Fat Elvis on the bongos.
Bleedin' hell, it's hot in here.
Mo, are you sure you're up for this? I mean, kiddies entertainer?
It takes a certain sort of person.
-What're you trying to say?
-It's like asking Shirley Carter to baby-sit.
You'll be eating your words later, Kat. Them kids'll love me.
Go and relax.
Go on, go and spend time with the birthday boy.
What would I do without you, eh?
Where is Tommy?
And, more to the point, where's Alfie?
Shall I tell you something?
You see down here, just there. That's where you was born.
That's right. There was Mo and there was Grandad Charlie.
They were puffing away, they were going...
-We were jumping up and down as well. We were panicking. Just like that.
It was incredible. And your mum, your mum squeezed my hand so much,
you know I could hardly pour a pint for a whole year.
But, you know what, I've got one regret. You know what it is?
That the first person you saw was Mo. You will have nightmares about that for the rest of you life,
but I will get you through it.
But you know what happened then?
Your mum wrapped you in a Queen Vic tea towel and put you in my arms.
And I looked in your eyes, like that, give me kisses.
You made me the luckiest and proudest daddy
in the whole wide world.
Yes, you did. Yes, you did. I was so lucky and proud.
Oh, look who's here, Mummy's here.
Just showing Tommy where he was born. Weren't I, mate?
This year ain't exactly been a walk in the park, has it?
What do you reckon, Tommy? What's this year going to be like? Tell me. Whisper. Really?
He thinks we're going do brilliant at the Olympics... Woah!
And the Hammers going to Europe! Come on, you Irons!
And what about us?
Here Tommy, what about me and Mummy, eh?
What do you think? Let me see.
Oh, Tommy reckons me and you are going to do just fine.
I'm Daniel Etheridge. Consultant oncologist.
Been waiting all morning for you.
-How are you feeling?
-Bored and ready to go home.
So what's the verdict?
Yesterday's scan established the presence of several tumours.
Further examination suggests that these originated in your pancreas.
What does that mean?
Well, I'm afraid to say that these tumours have spread quite significantly.
There are secondary cancers in your lungs, abdominal cavity
and your bones.
So, where does that leave me?
Well, the only treatment options we have are palliative,
which means we won't be able to stop the disease
but may be able to slow it down.
I thought it was just cos I was knocking on a bit, you know?
My heart the way it is and the odd jippy tummy.
The angina has made the symptoms of the pulmonary emboli difficult to detect.
Would you like me to call your family, Mrs Evans?
See if I can get someone to sit with you.
No. No, no. They've got enough on their plate.
There are some treatment options I'd like to discuss.
Or would you rather have a moment?
I'm sorry it wasn't better news.
Haven't you forgotten something?
-You'll get your money.
-Yeah, well, make sure I do.
I'd hate for Pat to incur a late penalty.
I hear Pat's been up to her old tricks again.
It's no wonder her ticker's feeling the strain carrying all that excess baggage.
You don't know nothing, all right!
I've got to get back to Bianca.
What's wrong with you?
-I haven't had a peep out of you since yesterday.
-Do you want something?
-What about him?
His birthday party at the Vic, or something.
And you're asking me?
Yeah, yeah, because I know you like party games and I'm partial to a bit of jelly.
-Is someone going soft in their old age?
-Please! You're joking.
That child is a millstone round my neck.
No, got to keep Alfie sweet, otherwise he'll sniff around for maintenance.
You know what he's like.
Thank you. Oh, yeah, I'm collecting for Pat.
A bunch of flowers from the stall holders.
This is ridiculous. The woman has got heartburn, Patrick.
Maybe you should talk to Ricky, eh?
What about? Do you know what? I've had it.
I've had it with my family and all their stupid games.
It's a number for the council's housing list.
You might want to tell Pat to put her name on it.
Come to gloat, have you?
I was visiting a friend actually.
Thought I'd pop in, see if you got any grapes going spare.
Brings it right back to me when I lost my Jimmy.
He was my Jimmy an' all.
Change the record, Patricia.
-You were never good enough for my brother.
-This coming from an old brass.
I always thought it would be the clap that finished you off.
So, this, this friend you've come to visit. Do I know her?
You might've seen her around. Brash, tarty,
too much make-up.
You can't buy class, Mo Harris.
Used to ponce about in this fake fur coat.
That weren't fake.
Made her look like a washed-up old trollop.
Green's not a good colour on you.
What's there to be jealous of?
I had the looks. The pick of the boys.
And what did you have? An old lock-up full of knock-offs.
Me and you. We ain't all that different really, are we?
You take that ba...!
-I'll get the nurse.
I'm all right.
You're a tough old bird, Pat.
Whatever it is, you can beat it, can't you?
Course I can.
I best be going.
You keep that chin up, yeah?
All three of 'em.
A Jammie Dodger and one of Pat's earrings. Any luck?
50p and a hair bobble.
Well, it all helps. Here, how about me and you have a girly night?
Facepacks and I'll do your hair however you like.
I like the way Nana Pat does it.
Well, you can teach me and it'll be a nice surprise when she gets home.
-Stick the kettle on, B, I'm parched.
-She's in here.
-What're you all doing here?
-Come to pick up a few bargains, innit?
-What're you doing!?
We haven't enough cupboard space as it is. Besides you've not worn half of these in years.
-You can't just go selling my clothes!
-There's some of mine in there.
-If I was you, Carol, you'd want to save some of those granny cardigans for Dee and Dot.
Right, so that's 40 I've borrowed from Jack, 30 I've taken out the till. I've left Shirley an IOU.
I've got 30 that Pat stuffed in her Jackie Collins.
It's like a trolley dash round the charity shops.
-I went to fashion college, I'll have you know.
If you'd told me 30 years ago I'd sell the shirt off my back to help Pat Wicks,
-I'd have laughed in your face.
-Should we call David?
He wouldn't want to know. Besides, what's the point of worrying him if she's on the mend?
All right, I'll take these leggings, this tarty top and this silver Puffa.
The Puffa's not for sale.
You know, I saw Janice earlier. She had a right face on her, she did.
The treatments you were talking about earlier. What are they?
We've had to rule out radiotherapy as the cancer is too widespread.
Right. What about chemotherapy?
Well, it's certainly an option but given the advanced stage of the cancer, this wouldn't be curative.
There's also a question of whether you would be well enough to withstand the treatment.
-He's family. So...
how much time would the chemotherapy buy me?
It's difficult to say exactly. Two, three months, maybe.
-And there's no guarantee with a cancer this advanced.
-What's he talking about, Pat?
-And the side effects?
I'm afraid it can be very tough. Both physically and mentally.
Will someone tell me what's going on?
Why don't I leave you two alone for a moment?
Right, all we need is Tommy's mates to get here and we're good to go.
I know. He's growing up so quickly, isn't he?
Tell me about it. It'll be dirty mags and blackheads in no time.
When I think about what happened last New Year's Eve...
I can't believe we're here, Jean.
Has anyone seen my... Ow! Excuse me, what is this?
-That's my pass the parcel.
-Oh, really, here we go. Catch then.
-How many layers has it got?
Has anyone seen the camcorder?
Oh, I think Mo took it round to Fat Elvis'.
-Oh, I feel sick.
Doesn't matter, we'll improvise, it'll be fine.
-Where is that old trollop?
-She went to get some Spanx. That was a couple of hours ago.
But I promised Tommy a dinosaur.
Don't look at me. I get claustrophobic in confined spaces.
Well, who else is there?
Right. We've got banners, we've got balloons and streamers.
What are you all looking at me like that for?
Tyler, you the man!
-I'll just go and check on my flans.
-I just want it to be perfect, Alfie.
-It will be!
We've got balloons, we've got bucket loads of bubbles.
We've got Tweenies on a loop.
And a pass the parcel bigger than Phil Mitchell's bonce. What could go wrong?
-Oh, here she comes.
Where's the birthday boy? Here, Alfred, crank up the music.
-Let's get this party started!
-Go on, girl!
If I don't have the treatment, what happens to me?
We're here to support you whatever you decide.
I don't want it.
-Don't listen to her. She's not thinking straight.
-You are free to change your mind at any time.
-So what're you saying? You're just going to give up on her?
I have to respect the patient's wishes, Mr Butcher.
Then we'll go private. You know, we'll get a second opinion.
Ricky, pass my things.
I really don't think you should be putting yourself under any strain.
You think I want to stay here a minute more than I have to?
The cancer is interfering with your blood-clotting mechanisms.
I'd urge you to continue the course of anticoagulants.
I've had enough drugs pumped in me to last a lifetime, thank you.
You know what I really fancy? Ian's cod and chips.
At least let me speak to our palliative care team.
You do understand that without treatment
you could have very little time.
I'd strongly recommend you contact your family with some urgency.
I'll get one of my nurses to help get you dressed.
Get me home, Ricky.
Just get me home!
-Where've you been!?
-I caught them loitering down Turpin Road.
You're lucky they haven't been kidnapped by some degenerate.
Oi! What have you got there?
Liam, I hope you ain't been out thieving again.
We sold Aunty Janine's Christmas presents, didn't we?
-250 quid there.
-That is wicked.
-With this and 145 here.
-Where does that leave us then?
-Well, a fiver short.
Well, I was going to treat myself to a new scarf down the January sales...
but I think Pat's need is greater than mine.
Aw! I could kiss you, Dot.
Here you are.
Do we get to go to Tommy's party now?
I think you've earned yourselves a little treat, don't you?
-I'll wait here for Ricky, yeah.
-Go on, run upstairs and get your party clobber on. What's left of it.
A little bit of Tabasco, I think, yeah.
Something to get Mama hot under the collar.
-Why is it always me who ends up looking like a mug, eh?
You looking for a cave girl, babe?
-I love a man in uniform. I got you a present.
-It's a bit late, sorry.
-Thanks. Thank you.
Tom from Kasabian's got the same one.
Is that right?
Yeah. You can't dress like an Essex boy for ever, can you?
Oi, Ant, you're the Emo. Not me.
Afternoon. Tyler, what have you come as?
-What's he doing here?
Good Christmas? Really? That's interesting. Brilliant.
I had a great one, thanks.
Loads of stuffing. Party this way, is it?
How do I sign this? Michael seems a bit formal.
Then you should put Daddy.
What's that scrag-end doing here?
Kat, I see Father Christmas was generous with the fake tan this year.
Look. Tommy's birthday coming soon to a multiplex near you.
Who invited him?
It's Tommy's birthday. He's family, isn't he?
And I've never felt so welcome. How is the birthday boy?
Nan, where the hell have you been?
I got waylaid, didn't I?
Just some old tart I used to knock about with.
Here we go, girls. Guaranteed to put some hairs on your chest.
She's got enough!
Listen, Amy, she went all shy on me. I don't think parties are her thing.
I got this for James. I thought I could put it by his headstone, if it's all right.
Yeah, I'd like that.
Amy can't make it.
-That's all right. Are you going to stay for a drink though, yeah, Jack?
-I'm not sure.
Come on, you got to try some of Kim's punch, ain't ya? Here you are.
Right. Go on. Turn it down. Turn it down.
Right, boys and girls and ladies and gentlemen... That's it, in you come.
I'd like to introduce to you now, from the Ice Age,
the one, and only, Jurassicmoonapus!
-Sorry we're late. Come on, kids.
Oh, Janine, pleased with yourself, are you?
-Trying to turf an old woman out of her house?
Let's go and get you some punch, yeah? Come on.
Lauren, go and give Nessie a kick up the backside, will you, darling?
-You think it's going to kick off?
-Never mind the adults, this is where the fun is.
-You want some, do you? There you go.
There you go, little man. Is that nice? Num-num-num.
I'll get Bianca to make a bed up on the sofa for you, eh?
I'm not dead yet, Ricky.
Winston and some of the stallholders had a whip round.
That's very kind of them. You're spoiling me, Patrick.
So, how did you get on?
Well, they've let me out, haven't they?
I think Pat's getting a bit tired.
You mind how you go now, all right?
I thought, seeing as it's a celebration.
I said to Rose we'll only give token presents this Christmas,
cos I want to donate to charity.
I gave half to Africa and half to mental health.
I'll just go and see if they've finished with my jelly.
Oh, Jack, I said a little prayer for James.
That's very kind of you, Dot.
-What am I supposed to do with him?
-Go on, you'll be all right. I don't care.
I don't want my new coat...crisps.
I thought you lot would be at home downloading songs onto your new MP3 player.
No, I sold it.
-Yeah, they took everything you got 'em down to Anthony and Tyler.
-You ungrateful, li...
-Oi, don't scare the poor kid.
I won't be able to get him to sleep later.
-Nice to see an exception to the rule.
-What're you talking about?
Not all babies are beautiful. I'm not going to forget that.
Just getting my coat...
I'll finish up my drink. I'll come with you.
No. You stay, please, play happy families.
Oh, you are a bad dinosaur.
Here you are, I've got your money here.
Well, according to my watch it's three minutes late.
So you can tell my beloved stepmother that she's incurred a late penalty fee.
Do you know where I've been all day? I've been up the hospital.
-How is the old battleaxe?
-She's sick, Janine.
-I could've told you that and I've had no medical training!
-She's been like a mother to us
and there's you just sticking the knife in yet again.
She's really got to you, hasn't she?
Pat's all we've got left. I don't want you anywhere near her, all right? Do you hear me?
You can't tell me what to do.
I pity that Michael, you know that.
There's nothing in there, is there?
I'm just glad Dad ain't around, to see what a spiteful little cow you've turned into.
Oi, don't walk away from me!
Just stay away from us!
-You want me to stay?
-No, you go to the kids. Ricky'll be back soon.
All right. I'm glad you're on the mend, Pat. See ya.
We need to make a list. Simon's number's in my book
and try and get hold of Ian.
-He's in France, but he'll have taken his mobile with him.
-Right. What about David?
Just do what you have to do.
I could murder a G&T.
What're you doing?
-I'm getting ready to go to the Vic.
I've been drinking in that pub for over 25 years...
I'm sure as hell not going to stop now.
-Where you going?
-A hotel for the night.
I just fancy being on my own for a bit.
This Pat and Ricky stuff, it's really got on top of me, you know?
That's all good. I'll give you a ring if there's an emergency.
Yeah. Reception's always bad out in the sticks.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Oh, yeah. Course it is. Silly me.
Ain't you forgetting something?
Everything's all right, isn't it? Everything's all right?
It will be.
CATTING AND MUSIC PLAYS
Listen up, guys, sorry. Listen up.
My little man's getting a bit grouchy. So the party's over.
Who am I kidding? No, there's a free drink for anyone who can be downstairs in 30 seconds.
-Oi, what about the kids?
-Whit'll keep her eye on them, won't you, Whit?
Just stick 'em in the bedroom and calm 'em down a bit.
-Tiff. Pass my jacket.
-I think I'll just have one, you know, to celebrate.
-Just the one.
-Tommy's special day. Come on Tiffany, come on.
-Coming down, Alfie?
-I'll be down shortly, just going to look at the highlights.
I can't believe we pulled it off.
Yeah. You know I love you, Mrs Moon.
See you shortly.
-'Happy Birthday to you!
'You don't think Alfie loves you?
'Does he hell...
'He looks at me now and he can't see past Kings Cross.
'Good for a bunk up though, but honestly, if you asked him,
'he wouldn't want to marry me again.
'He don't trust me, don't talk to me, there's nothing to say anymore.
'If he could figure out a way of giving me the boot without hurting anyone he'd be on it like a shot.'
MUSIC: "The Good Life" by Tony Bennett
Dot, my dear, can I tempt you to dance?
Yes, well, all right. As long as there's no funny business.
Once upon a time there was a greedy dinosaur and his name was...
This is boring.
He was so greedy he used to gobble up girls and boys for his tea.
-Tiffany, help me...
You all right?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, I'm good. I'm good. Listen up, folks.
Who'd like to join me in raising a glass to my little Tommy?
-Ah, Patricia. Usual G&T for you, sweetheart?
-Music to my ears, Alfie.
Penny for them, Alfie.
-You all right?
-I'm home, aren't I?
# ..you must face them alone
# Please remember I still want you
# And in case you wonder why
# Well, just wake up
# Kiss the good life goodbye... #
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Pat determines to beat the cancer, she’s left reeling at the news that tumours have spread from her pancreas to her lungs, abdominal cavity and bones. Back on the Square, Mo’s concerned when Ricky snaps as she makes a dig about Pat. Visiting the hospital, Mo pleads Pat fight whatever’s wrong. Meanwhile, Janine insists Pat’s chest pains are just heartburn. Carol raises money to make Janine’s loan repayment by selling their clothes. Bianca wonders if they should call David about Pat, Carol doesn’t think he’d want to know. Despite her doctor’s warnings that she‘s little time left, Pat refuses treatment when she learns chemotherapy would only give her a few months. At home, Patrick presents Pat with flowers from the stall holders, she doesn’t tell him she’s ill. Janine’s furious the kids sold her Christmas presents to pay Pat’s debt and announces Pat’s incurred a late fee. Pat tells Ricky to call Simon, Ian and David and sets out for the Vic; after 25 years drinking there she won’t stop now. As Ricky breaks the news to Bianca, Pat watches a festive scene surrounded by loved ones. Jean goes overboard making food for Tommy’s 1st birthday party. Kat’s thankful they’ve got through the past year. Kat’s bought a teddy for James’ headstone. Alfie films the party using a penguin nanny cam. Watching the footage, he’s devastated to find a recording of Kat telling Jean that Alfie doesn’t love her. Lauren buys Tyler a t-shirt which he gives to Anthony. Whitney’s left to take care of the kids after Tommy’s party, Tyler helps her dressed as a dinosaur. Michael drags Janine to Tommy’s party but tells her Tommy’s a millstone round his neck. Janine leaves abruptly, claiming she’s staying at a hotel. Michael’s shocked to discover an unplanned pregnancy clinic website on her laptop.