16/07/2012 EastEnders

Pops! Make me a cuppa?

Make it yourself!

The baby wants one!

Yep? You're its mum, ain't ya?

Yeah. He's caught up then, if he's not there.

Yeah, yeah.

Give him 20 minutes. 20 minutes. Yep. Fine.

Hi. Yeah, fine.

What time you dropping my sexy little number round then?

Yeah, I got the readies, yeah. I know, I can't.

I've gotta be at the hospital

for my daughter's appointment this afternoon.

Fine. Yeah. This afternoon.

Good. Yeah.

Oh, come on!

You have a nice lie-in, Ben.

Nothing else matters now, does it?

Cheers, Jay.

Sunday's are just not the same without Dot.

You know, I never thought I'd actually choose to put

Songs Of Praise on.

What are you after, Rose? You looking for a job here?

Nah. Just thought you might fancy the bingo when you finish?

Sorry, darling. I'm having a treatment.

Payback for all this backcombing.

That's all right. Andrew's been dying to take me out.

-You ain't used this birthing ball once.

-Cos I feel like a lemon.

Well, it ain't just about you any more, Lo, is it?

After your run, I thought we could do something.

Just you and me? While it is still just you and me.

No, I can't.

Going to take me ages to put my posters up, then I got work.

What's the point of all this?

There's nothing wrong with being proud of your achievements.

Besides, be something to show the little one, won't it?

Now, you better get bouncing. Get that baby in position.

It ain't going to be long now.

You'll be back in time for the social worker, right?

Lola, you're a big girl now. You can cope on your own.

And no stopping out late. All right? Bye.

-Doing dinner tonight.

-Why?

For my boys. Sort this atmosphere out.

Me and Ben are all right now.

Postcard from Abi.

You've got to get over it.

I have got over it.

Oh, by tearing things up, including vans, says you ain't.

Yes, Andrew told me.

You've got to move on, Jay.

It ain't Abi actually.

HE SIGHS

Lola ain't talking to me,

cos I scared her off when I lost my temper.

And I need her to know it won't happen again.

-She's a good mate, y'know what I mean.

-Come on.

Where we going?!

Fixing things.

Don't know how long it's going to take me. Repairing that van.

Seen my trainers?

Are they those dirty things out in the yard?

I've got football training later.

Look, why don't we celebrate your new business? Go to Southend?

Some of the old haunts, yeah?

Retrace the steps where I first met Hev?

Oh. What about fish pie for your tea? How about that then?

You used to love it when you were little, didn't you?

Remember, I used to cut those fishy shapes out the potatoes.

Whatever, Mum.

PHONE RINGS

What now?!

Mrs Hardwick. Hello, yes? Yes, he's broken down, I'm sorry.

Yes. He apologises. I apologise.

Can I ask why have you got your radiators on in July?

I am the manager, Mrs Hardwick.

Can I call you back, Mrs Hardwick? Yeah. Thank you so much.

I found a little vandal that wants to say sorry to you.

I'm sorry, mate.

Surprised you ain't been round and done some dental work on him.

Don't do temper no more. Try not to. No-one wins, do they?

You're the bigger man Andrew. Hev'd be proud.

A couple of bacon sandwiches please. All right, big fella?

-All right.

-You ready to be put through your paces?

You know it! Football training.

They're going to mug me right off, ain't they?

Don't put yourself down. Make sure you do a good job on his burger van.

Pie van now.

Really? Well, I'm glad to see you're broadening your horizons.

I'll make a good job of it all right. I promise you.

Now you can tell Lola Pearce what a nice guy you really are!

SHE SIGHS

SHE MOANS IN DISGUST

SHE GRUNTS

KNOCK ON DOOR

Pops, if you've forgotten your keys again,

you'd better have breakfast with you an' all.

Hi, Lola. I thought I'd catch you on your own.

How are you?

How you doing, mate? You called, Sir Alec?

All right, Captain!

Listen, I was thinking about you, Ray and Max

coming up with a training programme.

Free use of the gym.

For free use of your pub?

I'm serious, Jack.

Y'know, maybe come up with some lunchtime sessions.

Ray, you can come up with an eating plan for optimum performance.

-Who's the swot now?!

-Oi, listen, we need a manager, not a nanny.

So, the one who wears the trousers, does she approve of all this?

The one who wears...? It's nothing to do with you.

She's left me in charge while she looks after her old man. OK?

I'll give out free cushions

cos it's a long sit on that bench, ladies!

-Shut up.

-What you eating? Supposed to be eating healthy.

-Where's the darts, Alf?

-Round the other side. Eat brown bread.

Shut up.

20 minutes. You said he's going to be here in 20 minutes?

You tell my missus that!

Just forget it.

Get out, Michael.

-I've come to say...

-Get out, Michael.

Otherwise I've got to make ya.

You'll have to make me then.

HE MUTTERS TO HIMSELF

I don't know what to do.

I'm at my wits end.

Every day, you know, you think she's getting better

but every day she's...

She's not feeding, or not breathing so well,

test after test after test...

I've got an appointment with Scarlett's consultant.

And this taxi has let me down. Janine's going to have a meltdown...

-Right. Let's go.

-Sorry. I don't know what I...

No, no, no. I'm going to get you to the hospital. Let's go.

Janine's knackered, she's really finding it hard.

I appreciate this.

ENGINE WON'T START

Come on! Come on!

HE SIGHS

A CAR APPROACHES

Taxi! Oi. Taxi!

Tube!

I've got piles. I'm 16. Piles!

I'm not sleeping, and this, this is against my human rights.

Cows are treated better!

Can't be easy. You must be nervous.

Your due date's less than two weeks away.

I'm not nervous. I'm fed up!

Well.

Why don't you use the curfew and the tag as a focus for reflection?

Have you written your birth plan?

Got it down to two words. "Give Birth."

-Packed your hospital bag yet?

-I don't intend on staying there.

Things for the baby?

You'll be finding out soon enough it isn't about you any more.

A bus replacement? This ain't meant to be. It's not happening.

-I'm going to go back to work.

-I'll get you there if it kills me.

Cos this ain't about you any more. Come on.

Just you and Scarlett today then?

Oh, Michael'll be along later, y'know,

for the appointment with the consultant.

He's doing his rounds. I saw him just before.

-Tea, babe?

-Please.

-Janine? Chocolate or anything?

No. No, thanks. Michael'll be here any second.

KNOCK ON DOOR

KNOCK ON DOOR

Don't laugh at me!

I'm sorry.

That's an apology how?

Will one of Andrew's pies do?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Come on then, bad boy. Do your worst.

You go, Billy!

SHE LAUGHS

-Got any stuffing?

-You cooking?

Firemen on stand-by, are they?

And 20 of my usual. And less of that.

What?

Oh. Nothing. You have a nice dinner.

What?

Carly's had a baby. I'm sorry.

I weren't going to say anything,

but I just thought you had a right to know.

Oh, you did, did ya?

Well, thank you, Denise.

I'm really humble.

Shirl.

Here, phone her.

Hey, mush. Listen, I need a big favour, Jay, all right?

Just need to borrow some jump leads, if you don't mind, mate?

Any time this year, Jay, would be nice?

Hey, not long to go now, sweetheart?

Should be putting your feet up, though.

-Oh, he's through the door.

-Come on, mate.

-Cheers for that. Owe you one.

-No worries.

-Take me somewhere, Jay.

-Where?

Anywhere. You wanted to before. We could go Brighton!

Go on the pier. Y'know, dance machines, ghost train!

-What about the weekend?

-I might not last till then.

-Nah, we can't. You're on tag.

-Who cares?

No, we can't have no more trouble.

Says bad boy Mitchell!

All right. Well, we'll just have to make some fun round here then, yeah?

Come on then.

SHE HUMS ALONG TO MUSIC

SHE SIGHS

SHE THROWS THE SPOON DOWN

-Reckon the baby will be an athlete?

-That is my pops, you know.

That is your great-grandad. You should be ashamed of yourself.

You got any money?

Not on me, I ain't.

-Could really do with a drink.

-Look at you! You're ready to pop!

Want to get yourself an epidural for that.

And somebody's fingers to break! Come here, let me have a go?

Why does everyone think they can have a go cos of this?

Well, I'm sorry. But your body ain't your own any more, love.

Neither's your life. It's going to hit you like a hurricane.

A baby won't change anything.

It'll fit in with what I want to do, actually.

DENISE LAUGHS

SHE MOANS You all right, love?

I'm really thirsty.

-Can of lemonade?

-Anything, anything.

-What's happening, Lo?

-I feel really funny.

I feel like I need to...

-To push?!

-Oh, my God!

Oh...right, OK. She's going to need to go to hospital!

SHE SHRIEKS

SHE LAUGHS

I can't believe you've just done that!

-Cheers for the lemonade, Denise!

-Yeah. That's...

-Sorry.

-Yeah.

HE LAUGHS

Tough cookie, Michael, Scarlett.

Just pretending to be delicate, like they do, like a snow drop.

Thanks for today. You've been...

Really cool.

I know you gave the money back.

But you do anything to hurt my family again... Anything...

Chatting. Like nothing in the world matters. You missed it!

The taxi was late, the tube was delayed, we had to get Alfie's car.

-And the car wouldn't start.

-And then we had to fix that.

That's right. And I put my foot down.

So, anyway... How's Scarlett?

-Better make a run for it, mate.

-All right.

Thanks.

What did the consultant say?

-What do you care?

-Please don't be like this.

Come on, face it, Michael, you're not even that bothered.

Jake's dad hasn't even left the ward!

Jake's dad doesn't have a million businesses to run.

Specifically, your businesses.

Any excuse.

Hang on. I'm securing Scarlett's future.

-Please.

-Can we just...?

Tell you what, why don't I come back in and we start again?

How is she? What did the consultant say?

-You didn't ring. Not one call, not a text...

-The battery died.

-You managed to phone a taxi!

-I didn't want you to worry you.

-You don't know the morning I've had.

-What? Spent in the pub with Alfie?

No. I locked myself out.

-Well, there's a spare key in the office.

-I didn't have the time!

No, that's the problem, isn't it? You don't have the time!

You don't have the time for me or your daughter!

Well, only blame the fact that we don't have a poxy car!

Relying on strangers. Having to rely on taxis and lifts.

You know, if...

If we had a car, everything would be perfect?

No, it wouldn't. It would just make things better.

So...the three of us, we could...

When we bring her home. That's all.

Huh? Come on, don't be this way.

Huh? Love ya.

Is she OK?

She's OK. For now.

Ouch!

PHONE DIALS

'Hello?'

Carly.

'Well, who's that?'

It's me.

'Who's me?'

Your mum. Denise, she told me the good news, that's brilliant.

'You've got no right. Don't call me again.'

CALL DISCONNECTS

I'll just get changed. Won't be a minute.

Lola's here.

Are we mates again or...?

What about dinner?

Dinner is off!

I've got one dead kid and two kids that want me dead.

Welcome to the joys of motherhood.

Jay, don't worry about getting changed. We're going! Come on.

Time for a cheeky one before training?

Too late, mate. Come on, team. Gym. Let's do it.

Going to get a spray tan and a manicure while you're at it?

Meaning?

Footballers today, it's all about the image and the money.

Back in the day, men really knew how to play the beautiful game.

It was all about raw passion.

Do we look like a bunch of spoilt fairies to you, Cora?

Spit and sawdust at its finest. Don't you worry about that.

Prove it. Drop down and give me ten. Go on.

Let's see what you're made of.

All right.

Look at him, look!

Right. How's that for you, Cora?

I've seen better. Come on, Andy, limber up!

Come on now, man. We're a team, aren't we?

Kiss the floor!

Have you got any cash?

I've left my money at home.

Sorry. Got a baby hippo on my bladder.

TMI, sweetness. What's going on, jiggle Jay Z?

-What's happening?

-You all right, bruvver?

-Yeah, man. You?

-All good, man.

You know what, I've been looking at this car, yeah.

And the bodywork's a bit past it, but that friend that you talk to,

to get close to the friend you really want to be chatting up.

Know what I'm saying?

If you need me to take a look, just let me know.

You are the man, brother. You are the man.

You feel like chicken tonight?

-Yeah, I've left my wallet at home though.

-Can you read?

Can you see? She's pregnant, mate.

Oh, shut up. I never used your soap or your hand dryer.

Yeah, well, minimum order is a drink.

Arthur, give the toilets a once over.

He ain't no Peter Andre, is he?

Does he always speak to you like that?

Oh.

You all right?

No, I've gone all lightheaded. Ain't eaten all day.

Low blood sugar thingy.

The docs said to eat at regular intervals and...

Ooh. This really ain't good.

Hey, listen, listen, listen, I will hook you up with whatever you need.

All right? Just keep those knees together cos I ain't no midwife.

You get me? All right.

ALL: 62, 63...

What you doing? Giving me a run for my money, are you?

..65

You want the manager's job? Go on, son!

I thought you were staying in tonight?

EVERYONE CHEERS

I've washed and I've starched your trainers.

EVERYONE CHEERS

Go on, son!

Freshly starched trainers. Let's go. Gym.

Are you coming home now for your fish pie now?

Keep it in the oven for me, Mum? Cheers.

Funny that. There were 12 chicken burgers on the rack.

Yeah, I was going to tell you about that, Mr Pops

You got a receipt for them burgers? You think I'm a mug?

Mate, I'm coming back in tomorrow. I'll bring the money then, all right? Calm down.

Yeah, chill out. He's definitely going to pay tomorrow.

-No, no, no. I want it now.

-And he said tomorrow.

This is theft. I don't loan chicken.

He said he was going to pay, all right.

-Staff only beyond this point.

-Got a problem, eh, face ache?

With manners like that, what chance has the baby got?

-You what?!

-Now look what you've done!

-You did that!

-Come on, Lola, ignore him.

It's nearly past your curfew time.

No, no, we were having a laugh. And he ain't going to ruin it.

Starting fights in kebab shops now? What's the matter with ya?

Shirl? Shirl?

You all right?

When I woke up this morning, it was a good morning.

Birds were tweeting.

Come on, you'll be better off in bed.

Who am I kidding? I ain't your mum.

I ain't Jay's mum.

I was a good best friend. I was really good at that.

I knew who I was then. But now...

I ain't anything to anybody.

That's not true, Shirl. That's not true at all.

TEXT ALERT

Is that her? Is it Carly?

It's just dad. Wanting to know what time's dinner tonight.

SHE YAWNS

Sorry, sorry.

Hi.

Hi.

Got you what you needed.

Your Baby Is A Full Time Job.

You do know that, right?

Personally, I think a mother's instincts are better.

My instinct tells me a quick dash to the shops before you got here.

Thank you.

You say you want me to be here,

and then when I am here, you push me away.

But you can't, Janine. OK?

We can carry on. Y'know, having a laugh...

-Yeah?

-We'll go down to Brighton.

When the tag's off and we can take the baby.

You really want to be seen pushing a pram?

Are you scared? Doing it on your own?

Well, no, I've got Pops.

I ain't promising anything, Lo. But...if you're ever in trouble.

I could help you out.

When she needs driving lessons, I'll give you a call.

I mean it.

Bad boy Mitchell changing nappies?

I don't know about that, but...

Come here. Feel this.

She's kicking like mad. I'm not scared, Jay...

I'm terrified.

You've got me.

And I just want to let you know that I would never...

lose it in front of you or the baby.

Look at the time, Lola! It's 20 minutes past your curfew.

What's the worst they can do?

-Think about the baby.

-I am.

-Lola Pearce?

-We know that we're past her curfew.

But she felt faint, and she needed something to eat, didn't ya?

20 minutes past. Big wow.

The owner says you damaged property and refused to pay. That right?

-What him?

-What did you do that for, man?

I was going to come back tomorrow. We didn't exactly do a runner.

-She's due any day now.

-He knows, it was an accident!

You seriously got some chips missing!

-You're on a warning.

-Oh, whatever.

You get off on all the power, do you? You dirty, greasy little man!

Lola?!

You can't arrest me! I ain't done nothing!

Lola! Lola! Look, if this is about her breaking her curfew,

I'm sure she didn't do it on purpose...

-Get your hands off me. I'm having a baby!

-When it suits you, eh?

Jay? Jay!

POLICE SIRENS

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