30/01/2012 EastEnders

You can have breakfast - just not in the caff.

-Not until me and Amira have finished anyway.

-Yeah, well, enjoy it while it lasts.

-Morning, boys!

-Ah, morning.

Come on, can't leave a lady waiting, can we?

-You did say full English?

-No.

-SHE SIGHS

-Sorry - can't stop. I got held up cleaning the gym, late getting here, now look.

-Want me to put a pinny on?

No, you've been up half the night working. This'll die down soon.

Is it me, or do you look beautiful 24/7?

I'll have a bit a grub at home. One less in your queue.

Sorry. Give us a kiss.

Can you do me two coffees and scrambled eggs on toast?

-Could you make my toast brown?

-Please. You forgot to say "please".

It's so nice to have a break from baby food and nursery rhymes.

-"Social services? Selfish mother alert."

-I bet you're a great mum.

You know what, I love Yasmin,

but being a single parent isn't exactly what I dreamed of.

Well, why don't we do something you dreamed of?

Go on. Give me a clue.

Where do I start?

-Erm... Theatre?

-OK.

A nice meal? I don't know - something unexpected.

All right, if you're free later, let me spoil you.

You know, like a proper surprise.

Yeah?

-Lucy Beale.

-Arthur Chubb.

-How you doing, babe? You all right?

-Yeah. Been looking for you.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

-Come here.

-You all right?

-Yeah.

-You'll have to take me on a private tour later.

-Of?

-MOBILE PHONE BEEPS

-Your goods.

Oh, man, I only got a trial at that bar in Farringdon.

You have to audition to be a barman?

No, he's a DJ. And he's on fire.

You know what, babe, it means we'll have to swerve that driving thing.

-Don't worry, we'll do it at the weekend. You're only teaching me how to reverse.

-You sure?

Well, why doesn't Tyler do it? If he's free. You can drive, can't you?

-Don't worry about it.

-I just thought, you're mates so...

No, it's cool. Yeah?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, cool, man. Whit?

-Yeah, yeah.

-Good.

-Well, I should start work. Lunchtime?

-Yeah, fine.

Let's get you home.

-Morning.

-Morning!

-I never knew running a pub was so physical.

Yeah, well, blame the gym for this.

Suppose you gotta keep fit, innit, for cooking stuff and just...

-..keeping fit.

-Talk a lot about fitness, don't you, Kim?

-What you doing here this time of the day? Shouldn't you be working or something?

-I work, yeah.

I ain't one of them ladies what do lunches.

It's just the supermarket tabard, that's more Denise's thing.

Oh, yeah? And what's your thing?

I am a businesswoman.

Yeah, like her with the shoulders off the Dragon's Den.

-I'm fine-tuning my latest venture.

-HE LAUGHS

Thought I'd treat my girlfriend.

Well, my man, there's no woman whose heart hasn't crumbled after eating my crumble.

-New venture.

-This is the first time I've heard of it.

Come on, tell us about it now, man.

It's, um... Fitness!

Yeah, fitness classes with lots of dancing!

Sounds all right. When?

See, I told you I was into keeping fit.

-This is the first I've heard of it.

-Will you stop saying that?

You know what, I'm always looking for new ways to break a sweat.

What's it called, then? This unique dance class?

Kimba! And it's on today.

And today, first class is half price.

So, you should all come!

Sounds interesting. P, you cool while I take a quick shower?

Yeah, but you better lock your door.

HE LAUGHS

SHE LAUGHS UNCONVINCINGLY

Times? Venue?

Venue...

Right. You need to help me

come up with the most mind-blowing surprise for Amira.

You even kissed her yet?

Wow. Props to her, man. She's playing you like a fiddle, boy!

Cheers.

You must be like me, Anthony.

A sucker for a pretty face.

Sucker's about right.

Listen, lads, I'm going to need that cash for the white goods you owe me.

And I'm going to need it sharpish.

-OK, what is it, four grand?

-Exactly.

-We'll have to go to the bank first.

-Good.

-And there I was thinking you were avoiding me.

-We better make it tomorrow.

Banks and all, and stuff.

9:30 then? Hmm?

I like an early start.

Oh, and boys...

..be punctual.

-Right, know what, I think I'm going to faint if I don't get some breakfast.

-We ain't got it.

-Got what?

-His four grand, Ty. We ain't got it.

Oi! Andy, Andy! Were you serious before?

-About Kimba?

-Yeah. Were you?

Yeah, deadly. Put your digits in here

and I'll call you later with the time and place.

I'll do you a deal - you bring Superchef with you,

I'll give you the first class half price. Yeah?

But you already said it was half price.

Yeah, and I meant it!

-I had to pay for rent, gas, electric.

-That costs four grand?

Well, no, it don't cost four grand. It's not all gone.

-Just some of it - about a grand's worth.

-You're such an idiot!

I'm an idiot? If it weren't for me, we'd be down the Embankment dossing around, you know that!

And what is that?

That's not even the right chair leg, Tyler, is it?!

Oh...

(Think, think...)

This woman come in earlier -

she was head over heels for that, mate.

She's defo coming back today for it.

I'll just run her through the history,

slip in the word "vintage". It'll be sorted.

What, a grand's worth of sorted?

Well, half of it, anyway.

I'll see if I can sell some of this stuff as well.

And you can ask Paddy to pay rent.

I ain't asking him to do that!

What, you'd rather get kneecapped by Delightful Derek, yeah?

-And what if this necklace bird don't show?

-Then we panic.

I'll find Paddy.

Come on, make a decision.

I've got to be back at work in 20 minutes.

Shush, now, man. I'm concentrating.

Good For Glue? Sounds like a dud to me.

Paddy. I want to ask you something.

And I want to ask you something.

Didn't you hear me shouting this morning?

The bathroom door's stuck again.

Sorry, Paddy. If I'd heard...

Look, I don't ask for much, you know. What do you see every morning? My racing paper, a mug of coffee,

and, if it's cold outside, a shot of rum in it.

And a bit of peace and quiet in the bathroom.

Just keep things flowing, you understand what I mean?

-OK. How about I get the door fixed?

-Good.

And you start paying some rent?

Say 400?

HE LAUGHS

Now, where am I going to find £400 from?

-I wouldn't ask you if we weren't desperate.

-What happened? Are you in trouble?

Not if you help us out.

HE SIGHS

I don't know. I'll see what I could do.

I knew we could rely on you. Right. Later, yeah?

A good thing this is a sure bet.

It's not a French class, is it? I failed French at school.

-Kept getting "he" muddled up with "she" and "you" muddled up with "me".

-Listen...

Our future's going to be full of fun.

Me, you and little George. And that's a promise.

Testing, testing, one, two, three four.

-Thank you so much for coming.

-That's Kim.

Now, you want results, it's going to cost you.

And right here is where you start paying. In sweat.

So, come on, come on.

She looks very professional.

She looks very crazy.

Oh, all right? Come on, if you're coming. Come on!

-Are we early?

-Late?

Hush your talk and just shift your tush, yeah.

Look, I ain't exactly booked the room, all right? Or paid for it.

It's just admin. All right?

But let's get started, all right? Come on!

Take off your jackets, yeah?

OK, we're going to warm up, warm up.

Oh, where is she?

Have you seen what Syed wants us to wear on the stall?

Another thing I never thought I'd do - work in a market.

Oh, that is beautiful. Is that art deco?

It's Paris, 1929.

Oh!

That is going to make some lucky girl very happy.

We still on for later? I can't wait for my surprise.

Amira, I am a man of my word.

And this little beauty... is your surprise.

Oh, wow! This?!

You like it then, yeah?

I was expecting pasta and a horror film.

THEY LAUGH

-Do you know what, you're not the puppy dog I thought you were.

-I take it that's a good thing.

I'll see YOU later.

-Enjoy your T-shirt.

-THEY LAUGH

Yeah, it's Anthony Moon. You busy?

ENGINE REVS

-So, have you reversed before?

-Yeah. It's just another gear, innit?

Down and right. Go on.

-No, down and right!

-That's what I did!

Down and right! How hard can it be?

You're a nightmare!

-Down and right.

-Down and right.

-OK.

ENGINE REVS

-Keep flexing.

-R'N'B MUSIC PLAYS

Hold on a minute, you've spent more time checking the door than dancing. And, I'm not being funny,

-but you're not exactly Alesha Dixon, are you?

-And you're Brendan Cole? All right, then, big man.

-Let's see what you got.

-All right, then.

I'm going to need something a bit more bassy.

Well, be my guest.

This is a surprise present from Andrew. Bit of a dark horse.

You can spend years waiting for a dark horse.

MUSIC: "Turn Me On" by Kevin Lyttle

# Oh, yeah

# You know

# For the longest while we're jamming in the party

# And you're running on me Pushing everything

# Right back on top of me

# But if you think you're gonna get away from me

# You better change your mind...

Ooh. Andy! Wooh!

# Turn me on Girl, caress my body

# You got me going crazy

-# Turn me on...

-Turn me on, turn me on!

That's it - just go, just go.

DOOR BUZZER

INTERCOM BUZZES

KNOCKING

Come in.

Hi. I won't keep you long.

Not a problem with my money, is there?

No. I just wanted to talk to you, entrepreneur to entrepreneur.

Speak English, son.

Your four grand, yeah? We ain't got it.

-What?

-We've got most of it.

You'll get three by tomorrow at 9:30, like we agreed.

And the rest will come in instalments.

-Every week till it's repaid. All right?

-Will it?

-Yeah.

You know, I like watching people.

-Observation makes you a good judge of character.

-Really?

Mmm.

Well, your proposal seems reasonable enough.

If it WAS a proposal.

What you made was a statement.

-And if there's one thing I can't abide it's being told what to do.

-Derek, I didn't...

You have the front to come in here and lay down terms to me?!

Four grand, 9:30, like we agreed.

Or are you going back on your word?

No.

Good.

I'll give you credit, though.

Brave. Very brave.

Now, on your way.

HE LAUGHS

Yeah, don't think I'll be offering to do that again.

-Doubt I'll be accepting.

-Blinding.

Yo! So, who's got whiplash, then?

I'd better crack on. See you later.

He's such a rubbish teacher. Not like you.

So moany and stubborn.

-Really?

-Yeah.

Sorry, I'm banging on. How did it go?

-I'll need loads more practice.

-It's all right - you'll get there.

Cos I got it! A trial night - next week, Wednesday!

Bubbly, bubbly, I'm so damn bubbly!

-Come here!

-SHE SCREAMS EXCITEDLY

Patrick!

Huh...

Well, I need a favour.

You've got some rhythm hiding in those hips, player.

Cheers.

Was it worth missing all that dirty washing for?

I don't know. I like matching odd socks together to make a pair.

It's my hobby. THEY LAUGH

You know what you said before about us being a little family?

I can't wait for you to teach George to dance.

So, same time next week - Thursday?

-What about Friday?

-Yeah. Lovely. Friday, thanks.

Cheers.

Oh, that is disgusting.

Making money out of vulnerable people.

SHE SIGHS

Anthony Moon, you little diamond!

Mr Chubbs, AKA Fatboy?

Yep, yep, party at mine. Tell the girls.

Here we go. Right, help yourselves.

What's the matter with you today?

I'm smiling! See?

THEY LAUGH

-We should say grace.

-I had a boyfriend from St Kitts.

Wasn't he from St Albans?

What do you know?

Andrew said you had gentleman friends from all over the world.

France, Spain, the Channel Islands.

She's well travelled!

She must have a lot of stamps in her passport.

Oi! Oi!

You know, I don't think I'll ever afford to get back home.

If you put a little extra by each week,

you could probably have a little holiday in Trinidad.

Dot, you know what it's like - what comes in never goes up and what goes out never comes down.

That's why I bought this stuff. Saves on the heating bills.

We're all feeling the pinch, aren't we?

SHE PANTS

Well, she's definitely feeling something.

SMOOTH MUSIC PLAYS

-Hello!

-Er...what are you doing here?

-Having a social gathering.

-Here?

-This is in your honour - for flogging that necklace.

-Amira's coming round for dinner.

-The more the merrier!

-Fats, do your thing.

You lot better appreciate a superstar DJ playing some big boy tunes up in here!

This is supposed to be a romantic ambience. Can we please vacate? Thank you!

Easy...!

So ladies, you feeling a little bit romantic?

DOORBELL Not yet, but give it time.

Are you going to get that?

I will.

All right? Fats texted me about a party?

Hello, babe!

Right, all of you, in there, please.

Everyone in there.

Shh!

Sorry. Please...

come through.

She must be double-jointed.

They should put a class A label on that stuff!

MUSIC ON TV: "Big Spender"

How does she get her leg like that?

Ladies. Mr Trueman.

ALL: Hello...

Cor, I bet she had her five a day.

Speaking of which, ain't any dinner left, is there? I'm starving.

-Oh...

-LOUD MUSIC PLAYS

I shall be having words with them boys tomorrow morning.

What've you been doing? You look exhausted.

-Not as fit as I thought I was, am I?

-Come sit down.

I could make you an egg sandwich, if you like?

They think they invented music.

Let's all go to the pub, man.

I thought we agreed we're all potless.

The day I can't afford a round -

that's when they'll lay my bones down to rest.

THEY LAUGH I'll treat you to dinner in the pub.

Thought you were skint!

Wouldn't want you outnumbered by nagging women. I'll join you.

I got to pop over and see the boys. Meet me there, OK?

LOUD MUSIC PLAYS NEXT DOOR

You're sure you don't mind?

After the surprise you gave me, how could I?

-I can't stay - the women, they're waiting.

-Just give us the money.

It fell at the second fence, sorry.

You are joking.

Wait. You owe somebody, right?

Come on, let me talk to them, then.

No, no, no, it's all right, Patrick.

You get back to your women. All right?

-Everything all right?

-Yeah, sweet.

That's the necklace from the Emporium.

Yeah, I know, Ty, just...

What's she doing with that necklace? Tell me she bought it.

Yeah, course she did!

-Good, the sooner we give Derek his cash back, the sooner I can relax.

-It ain't that simple.

Patrick had to put a bet down to raise the money for the rent.

OK, so we just give Derek what we've got.

I tried telling him that.

-He switched, started talking about disrespect and deadlines.

-I don't believe this!

Let me talk to him - he won't turn his nose up at three and a half grand.

You ain't getting it, are you? If we don't give him all his money, he is going to kill us!

That's why I put a bet down an' all. What else am I supposed to do, Ty?!

-Just a few hundred to make up what we're missing.

-Not the same horse?

-Yes! The same horse.

-So, how short are we now?

GIGGLING

Lauren was just telling me about the time she broke Tyler's bed.

Lucy! No, I wasn't.

I was just saying pumped-up jocks aren't really my thing.

-What, are they mine?

-No. Cos you're with Fatboy.

Why don't you just say what you mean, Lucy? I thought we were all right now - obviously not.

It's trick questions and snide comments. Half my life I'm confused,

trying to figure out what people actually mean!

I'm going to get some ice, all right?

Touchy!

I'm going to go.

No, don't, just...

Early start. But thank you for a lovely dinner.

Um...I'll see you tomorrow maybe?

-Nice necklace, by the way.

-Thanks.

-See you.

-See you.

-You not talking to me?

-Eh?

-Cos it don't look like it.

-Please, just give it a rest, will you?

GIGGLING

Didn't your mum teach you not to touch what you can't afford?

-Whitney!

-Didn't yours? You definitely can't afford...

-SHOUTING

-Oi oi oi!

-Come on, man!

-What's going on?

-I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I just got really mad when I saw her all over you.

It's all right, sweetheart. Calm down.

-It's OK.

-Can you let me take her outside?

Just keep her away from me, Lauren.

This is the last thing I need. What's wrong with you?

Me? That was Whitney Dean insanity. And do you know why she's acting like that?

You're such an idiot.

And unless you want major aggro with Fatboy, you need to deal with it.

Just talk to her.

-Whitney, what is wrong with you?

-It's Lucy.

She keeps having a dig at me and getting between me and Fatboy.

This isn't about her, is it? It's about you and Tyler.

The way you two kicked off - it's obvious!

Whitney, why are you crying?

Look, it's times like this I could do with a drink.

Listen to me.

Fatboy loves you. Like, proper, grown-up loves you.

-I love Fatboy.

-Well, look at me. Look at me.

You go upstairs, clean yourself up and go and let him know that, yeah?

Yeah.

Bit of a jack of all trades, you. You one of these new men,

knocking up a roast one minute, changing the baby's bum the next?

Tell you something. I'm one bit chef, one bit landlord and another bit knackered.

-Landlord?

-I'm holding the fort until Kat and Alfie come back.

-On their hols, are they?

No, no, no. Kat's dad's sick.

All a bit open-ended as far as I can tell.

Oh. Well, I'm a pal of Alfie's.

Anything you need, you come and see me. Derek Branning.

-Ray Dixon.

-Oh! Ray Dixon, how do you do?

-Cool, mate, all right.

-Here, you missed out on the old Kimba.

Bit of class, Kim.

ROSE: Isn't this nice? Now all we need are the drinks.

Either I'm revisiting the menopause

or that pepper sauce is making a comeback.

-Get me a brandy, Dot. Heartburn.

-Oh, well, I guess it's my round.

-It's all right. I'll get them.

-No, you got it the last time, man.

I'll have to go home and get some cash.

I won't be long.

Hey, Patrick. Don't be silly. Let me do it.

Ray, give the company a drink over there, please.

I'll just go and give him a hand.

Could I have a word? If you'd be so obliging.

Anything for you, Dorothy.

Well, you've been very neighbourly with the Mitchells

in light of Phil's incarceration

and I was wondering, you know,

with your new responsibilities,

if you could do me a favour.

What you doing?

I think we need to deal with this once and for all.

-There's nothing to deal with.

-I don't want people thinking that...

-People?

All this stuff - me and you.

-Fatboy, he's...

-He's my boyfriend.

And he's my mate, OK? I don't want to feel awkward around you.

Right. So, why, in the car, did you make me feel like you hated me?

As if I could ever hate you.

And then, tonight,

you know, you're acting weird.

If you're thinking... Cos you know how I feel about Fats.

No, Whit, you got it twisted, OK? I like you, you're a great girl,

but the reason I've been off - it's my doughnut of a brother.

He's landed us in some trouble. My head's all over the place.

DOOR CLOSES

Whitney!

-What?

-Whitney, the door!

-Might see if they've got any more bread and butter.

-Oh, Andrew.

Patrick, can I have a word?

-I understand you're looking for a bit of work.

-Oh, yeah? What kind of work?

I'm sure I could find something for you to turn your hand to, as long as you're not too fussy.

Why do you think I'm not fussy?

Well, my lovely stepmother said you're a good worker with no work.

She had no right to!

-Chill out, boss.

-Boss?!

A man forgets his cash, the next thing he's a down and out

and begging for odd jobs?

-Goodbye, ladies.

-Patrick! Please don't go, Patrick.

-Patrick.

-I'll go after him.

-Leave it. Leave it!

-He's just had a bad day, that's all.

-What happened there?

It weren't Derek's fault, it were mine.

I humiliated my friend.

Oh, I'm such a silly woman.

Whitney?

Whitney?

-Mate...

-No, no, no.

I trusted you. And do you know how big that is after Mercy?

Him - I understand him, all right? He's a player, but you?

You've got this wrong.

I didn't listen to no-one else cos I thought I knew you.

I thought you was a nice girl, but you know what? You're just any sket who frees it up for anyone.

I'd never do that to you.

Come on, Fats, please! You do know me.

No, you know what, Whit? I'm done.

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