24/07/2012 EastEnders

I'll have these...

..for the lady.

You don't have to do that.

After what you did yesterday? I insist.

All I did was talk her through it.

You're something, you know.

Yeah, man, I like a lady who takes control.

You're gonna have to take her. She'll be back in a minute.

No, no, I feel like a fraud. I don't even know what I'm doing.

Get her head, right. That's it.

Just keep smiling. Everything'll be fine.

I don't want some social worker sticking her nose in.

-What if she thinks I ain't doing this right?

-All she needs to see

is that we're coping, OK? Everything'll be fine.

Sorry about that. Minor emergency.

-What kind of emergency?

-Nothing you need to worry about.

-You taking someone's kid away?

-That's something we try to avoid.

Right, well, can we finish up here, then?

Lola wants to get the baby home. You know, get her settled.

-I just need to make sure you're ready.

-I am.

So you're feeling OK? Not overwhelmed?

Nah, nah, course she ain't. She's got me, ain't she?

Lola? You do seem a bit stressed.

That's because she's worried about her curfew.

You needn't worry about last night, you had a pretty good excuse.

I know, I just want to get her home now.

We'll need to keep a close eye on how you're coping.

-For the baby's sake.

-I know.

-I'll make regular visits

-and put you in touch with a post-natal support group.

-Well, whatever it takes, eh?

And as you're the primary carer, I'll need to be kept updated

on any changes in your circumstances.

What changes?

Any financial or personal stresses

that could impact on Lola and the baby.

Family issues, job loss, that kind of thing.

Right, I'll have a chat with my manager,

then let's see if the doctor's ready to discharge you.

Bobby, stay at the table.

I'm so bored.

Yeah, well, it's only a few hours, and Marie'll be here.

I want to finish my game.

You can finish it later.

-Hey.

-Haven't seen you in a while.

Been working. Late nights, you know how it is.

Avoiding your dad, you mean?

Bobby! Table. Now.

Sorry, it's just a nightmare to try and keep him occupied.

I can take him off your hands for a bit.

-Bobby, fancy a kick-about down the park?

-Yeah.

Can I?

-You sure?

-Yeah, course. No problem.

-I'll drop him back a little bit later on.

-Thanks.

You can always make it up to me.

With what?

Bacon sarnie, for starters.

Come on, big man. Let's grab a ball.

I'll be back for that sandwich.

Hey, Bobby. You all right?

-How's his finger?

-He's fine.

Right. Did you call Ian?

Yep, he's putting the money in my account.

-He got a loan off Gran.

-Great. Enough to cover the debt?

-Yeah.

-All of it?

-Mum...

It's just, I can get hold of Jane if you need me to.

No, it's sorted.

She says it's OK. Stop hassling her.

-All right, just...let me know if it doesn't turn up.

-Of course.

Or if you need help with anything else.

-Yeah, thank you. We're fine.

-OK.

We going on this shopping trip or what?

Yeah. See you later, Lucy.

Zainab. Wake up!

Stocking shelves.

Yeah. In your sleep?

I was here till 11.

Then I stayed up all night making those fast boxes.

The what?

Fast boxes. Takeaway boxes for shift workers following Ramadan.

Dee, get her some chocolate.

When I'm tired, I smash a king size and I'm sorted.

No, it's Ramadan. She can't eat till it's dark.

Well, just nip out the back and turn off the light.

We won't say anything. This mouth is a vault.

Yeah, I ain't said nothing about Cora and Patrick, have I?

What's that?

You be good for Grandma Carol, all right? Not too good, though.

What's this?

We done a drawing for Scarlett's wall.

Wow. That's...interesting.

That's us, that's Michael, and you and Scarlett.

And what's that?

That's an alien spaceship.

-Wow.

-I told him not to put that in there.

Right.

The aliens want the babies. Or they're gonna kill everybody.

Yikes. Er, well, thank you.

Right, guys, go and wait over there

and I'll take you to Carol in a bit, all right?

Bye.

All right?

How is she?

-We're just waiting for an update, the doctor's in there now, so...

-OK.

Here you go. Flowers...

Lola's doing good.

Baby's really well, and that.

Not actually allowed flowers in here. Sorry.

Thing is, Janine, um, the social worker said

if there was any change in my circumstances,

there might be a bit of a problem. Like if I was to lose my job...

Are we really having this conversation?

I need to work, Janine. I got Lola and the baby to support.

-Get out, Billy.

-Can we talk about it later?

-Just go.

-Please, Janine...

-Billy.

OK. I'm going.

-DEREK:

-Thank you.

Michael.

How's that kid of yours?

Terrible when they're little, ain't it?

They're so vulnerable.

-Here's your sandwich. On the house.

-Cheers.

Joey?

What?

I thought you might've done a runner.

Joey's been busy. Working for me.

-Got time for lunch with your old man?

-Oh, yeah, yeah.

-Bit of lunch. That'll fix everything.

-How about a drink later?

I thought you might've got the message by now, Derek. Give it up.

Come on.

Terrible when they're grown up, ain't it?

They're so mouthy.

What did he say?

Um, he said that...

that they're gonna move her to a low dependency ward tomorrow.

And that she'll be there for a week or so,

then providing everything's OK, she'll be able to come home.

That's brilliant. That's great. She's gonna be home soon.

Careful what you wish for, eh?

I mean, all I wanted was her to be well.

But if she comes home, then I'm all she's got.

There's going to be no doctors, no special equipment. Just me.

You're gonna be great.

She's absolutely helpless.

I mean, what if something happens, Whit, and I'm there on my own?

You're not gonna be on your own. You've got Michael.

Janine, don't cry. You're gonna be OK. You're gonna be fine.

-Did you know anything about that?

-No.

But good for her, it's nice that she's getting some attention.

You think she'd have mentioned it to me, I mean... Oh, look.

Oh, there they are. Hello!

No, Mum, leave 'em alone.

Oh, look. They're lovely.

-Congratulations.

-What for?

You know. Everything.

We should have you round for dinner.

-Have a catch-up.

-"Catch-up"?

Yeah, it's ages since we had a proper chat.

-Why, is something wrong?

-Oh, no, no. Nothing like that.

-You're invited too, Patrick. Obviously.

-Thank you.

Yeah... So shall we say, what, seven o'clock, ours? Yeah?

Come on.

Have we walked into the Twilight Zone?

I have scored a free dinner.

Yeah, man. It's working for me.

Oh, I'll drop these round to Billy's and I'll pick you up later.

I don't think this dinner's a good...

See you at seven! Yeah, man.

Bobby. What are you doing?

Hiding my stuff.

All right, Luce? Tell you what, he's pretty good with a football.

-Wore me right out.

-Bobby, can you stop that?

I'm hiding them from the man.

What man?

The one who just phoned.

He said if you don't pay him first thing tomorrow,

he's gonna take our stuff.

-He was just joking, Bob.

-We already sold all our DVDs.

Well, this time it's a wind-up, mate.

Honestly. People do it all the time.

Tell you what, I'll swear it to you on the secret handshake.

How about that? Hey?

Secret shake, come on.

Bobby, can you please just go upstairs?

You shouldn't lie to him. He's gonna find out sooner or later.

He's far too young to be worrying about bailiffs. You both are.

We don't have a choice.

I've scraped together all the cash I can find and it's still not enough.

Dad's dumped us right in it.

Yeah, well. Dads are overrated.

I'm never going to forgive him for this.

We'll figure something out.

You got a spare 500 quid?

No.

I might be able to get it. Leave it with me, I'll sort it.

It's not your problem. You've done enough.

I said I'll sort it. All right?

Oh, look who it is, everybody,

our very own Olympic hero, Billy Mitchell!

Look at you, you made the front of the Gazette.

And your great-grandaughter. Hello, beautiful one.

Listen, when you get a chance, pop in the Vic.

I've got a surprise for you. And we get a chance to wet the baby's head.

-I think Lola should get used to...

-No, we got plenty of time for that.

-We'll see you later.

-Lovely.

-Alf, Alf...

-drinks are on the house?

-Yeah, course they are. Catch you later.

We really should get her home, Lola.

No, I want to show her Walford first.

Hello, darling. You all right?

Yeah, I'm all right. Thanks for... you know, yesterday and that.

My eardrums still haven't recovered.

There's some flowers for you back at the flat, and this is for the bubba.

Thank you.

Sorry I doubted you.

Oh, beautiful. Beautiful.

You're gonna spoil that beautiful baby rotten, ain't you?

-Thanks a lot.

-Thank you.

EXCITED SHRIEKS

Hey. You lot are the talk of the Square.

Let's have a look. Let's have a look.

-Aw.

-Bit squashed, innit?

-Oi!

-Kim, babies are meant to look like that.

You must be so proud. Big job ahead - looking after these two.

-Hope you're ready.

-I have raised kids before.

I know, I'm sorry...

Look, I'm sorry, we're just... we're a bit tired, you know.

-Come on. Sorry.

-Well done.

You want to be a decent dad? Here's your chance.

I need 500 quid.

Well, I respect that. Straight to the point. Classic Branning trait.

-What's it for?

-I need somewhere to crash for a bit.

This better not be for that waitress.

Her name's Lucy. And no, it's not.

-You better not be telling me porkies...

-So can I have it or what?

Why don't you ask your pal Michael, eh?

Already have. I don't get paid till Friday.

Right.

Right, so let's get this straight - I offer you lunch,

then I offer you a drink, you turn your back.

So why should I do you a favour now?

-Cos you owe me.

-Oh, I owe you?

If you're going to make this a business transaction,

you better put something on the table, Son.

-Like what?

-Whatever you want.

Tracey, love?

Put a large one in there for me, please.

-And one for yourself. I'm feeling flush.

-Cheers.

All right. Give me the money and I'll have a drink with you.

One drink?

Nah. 50 quid a glass.

Forget it.

What? Scared you can't keep up?

Oh, I can keep up.

Prove it.

You can't play me that easy, Derek.

Good luck trying to raise that kind of money round here.

All right.

All right, you front the cash, last man standing takes it.

Do I get conversation?

Mm. While you can still talk.

What's your poison?

Vodka.

Tracey, love? Give this young man a double.

I won't be a tick.

Michael.

Michael!

Michael!

Look, I don't know what's going on with you and Janine,

but she's a mess and she needs your help.

No, she doesn't. She made that very clear.

We both know what she's like, she never says what she means.

Her actions speak volumes.

Scarlett's out next week. She's gonna be OK.

Thanks for the update.

'Is that for real?'

I ordered it online.

The printer was supposed to leave it blank so we could write the name in.

Didn't you check it before you picked it up?

If I had it wouldn't be here, would it?

Jay, go to the Arches for some paint. We'll have to go over it.

FRONT DOOR OPENS

-Too late. Grab the other end, Ben.

-Billy's gonna go mad.

-I ain't even supposed to be here.

-Shut up and smile.

Welcome home.

That banner's rubbish.

Yeah, sorry. That's my fault.

We weren't expecting you back. I'll get out your way, shall I?

No, no, no. He can stay, can't he, Pops?

He's the reason you got community service.

No, he ain't. Come on, he really, really helped me yesterday.

I need my mates. I need all the support I can get.

He did a really good job fixing the window.

Come on, Pops...

Go on then. All right.

Cheers, Bill.

Oh, look.

She's beautiful.

What you going to call her?

I had this mate in Care. She was really smart and funny

and always stuck up for herself, so I'm going to name her after her.

So, guys, this is Lexi.

-Hello, Lexi. What about a middle name?

-Billie.

-Billie?

-Yeah, with an "I-E". You're the one taking care of us and paying all the bills.

It's the least he deserves, ain't it, Lexi? Eh?

They don't feed me like this back at the B&B, you know.

Well, I just wanted it to be special, you know?

I've done all your favourites.

I noticed. You buttering me up for something?

Eh? Course not.

What is it, money?

-You got a problem with the wedding?

-There's no problem, no.

-Well, you haven't set a date yet, have ya?

-Lauren, just get on with your dinner, will ya?

I just wanted to celebrate, you know, you changing your tune.

She always says she'd rather have a packet of biscuits,

but there's some things a Jammie Dodger can't do, aren't there?

Tanya, are you drunk?

What? Oh, Mum, it's all right. You don't have to hide it.

-We all know what's going on.

-Perhaps someone could tell me what's going on.

Well...you and Paddy -

you're an item, ain't you?

-An item?

-Yeah. Denise saw you kissing.

Yeah. Pair of swingers. Probably the reason I keep finding dents on my car bonnet.

We pretended to be together to clinch a deal. That's all.

-Best deal I ever made.

-There was nothing in it.

But you're always hanging out together.

We're friends.

-What about the flowers?

-They were for Lola.

So she got it wrong? You're not actually seeing...

If Denise thought we were whipping each other up

into a passionate frenzy, yeah, she got it wrong.

Right. OK.

You should've ignored Miss Marple and asked me.

Saved a lot of time peeling all them potatoes.

There you go, darling.

SLURRING: Oh, kinda wobbly, there, on your feet.

You know, the night you were born

I downed two bottles of top-drawer single malt.

-That meant to impress me?

-Just a friendly warning.

I was so, so proud that night.

So happy.

And when did that wear off? Next day, the hangover?

No, it never wore off. Just...

-Just life took over.

-Got banged up.

-Got distracted.

I'm not proud of what happened, Joey.

I lost sight of the most important thing -

I lost sight of family.

-That's the drink talking.

-No, that's the truth.

Oh, she's got your nose, Lola.

She's going to be a little heartbreaker.

Yeah. She's going to be so proud of her great gramps.

Especially when he shows her this...

Listen, we had a whip-round in the pub

and we got this for you, all right? There you go, buddy.

-You didn't have to do that.

-We wanted to. Yeah.

-That's amazing. Thanks.

-Our pleasure.

-Right, so what you having?

-Lager.

-And a lemonade.

-I'll have a lemonade an' all.

-Coming right up.

Then we gotta get you back before curfew. They ain't going to give you a second night's grace.

-You think they're going to take her away?

-Eh? No, no, course I don't.

But you've been acting funny ever since the social worker.

It ain't that, Lo, I just...

-I just don't want to let you down.

-You won't.

Everyone's making a fuss, like I'm some sort of hero, but I ain't.

What if I can't support you? What happens then?

It ain't about the money. Me and Lexi need you.

I can't even change a nappy.

Well, you'll have to start learning pretty fast, ain't you? Come here.

We had some good times though, before it all went to pieces.

D'you remember your seventh birthday?

-Our last one together.

-I got hold of them dodgy fireworks,

we went down that car park in Stratford to let 'em off?

Me and your mother dancing on the car park roof.

Yeah. I remember the fireworks.

A year later I was banged up in a prison cell.

But once a year, on your birthday, I used to lie there,

and I'd close my eyes and I'd take myself back to that night.

Just once a year,

I'd let myself remember what I'd left behind me on the outside.

Let myself grieve.

You're hammered.

Your eyesight's going dodgy.

Another round?

If you think you can make it to the bar, son.

-PHONE CHIMES

-Ooh, sorry.

Oi, Great Grandad? Lexi wants some loving.

Yeah, I'm right there. Listen, we got another ten minutes.

Might has well get an extra half in, eh?

This is meant to be a celebration, ain't it?

Let's have a go, Jean. Come here, then. There we go.

Come to Grandad, there we are. There you are.

-Seconds anyone?

-Uh, no, thanks.

-Mum?

-No.

Come on, Cora, chill out.

Not like Tanya's accused you of being a serial killer, is it?

Patrick's great. I'd go out with him.

-You know, if I were you.

-Stop talking now.

I mean, you're great together, aren't you? Why waste time?

I mean, we didn't, did we? Once we'd sorted out a few...

-Complications.

-But you haven't got any of them, have you? So...

And life's short and all that.

You've always got a twinkle in your eye when she's about.

Oh, look. There it is. Look.

Thank you. I need an early night.

-Oh, Mum, come on. We haven't had dessert yet.

-No, thanks.

Mum, please...

You two are so embarrassing.

Just ignore Max, he's just stirring.

-Max ain't the problem. You started this.

-What?

Prying into my personal life.

You can't blame me for thinking something was going on.

There's nothing going on. From now on, mind your own business.

Mum...

I'm going to make a move, as well.

-Patrick, I'm so sorry for interfering.

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

I was just happy for you because... Well, I think you're great together.

I know.

-I want Bolognese.

-We haven't got any.

-I'm sick of leftover chips.

-We'll have something different tomorrow.

PHONE RINGS

D'you want me to answer it?

-We're eating.

-It's the man again, isn't it?

-Just ignore it.

-He's going to come take our stuff, isn't he?

-No, just...

You heard what Joey said.

I like Joey.

Ready to give in yet?

I never give in.

Eh, see? Determination! That's another Branning trait.

I tell you what, mate, you're bringing tears to my eyes.

Nah, that's the booze leaking out, that.

I think I'm just going to go to the....

Tell you what, why don't you...

get another round in?

Whoa! HE LAUGHS DRUNKENLY

Derek! What the devil do you think you're doing?

-Oh, no, no, look. Oh, Patrick, I'm sorry...

-This is a new shirt, you know!

All right, all right. I said I was sorry. What d'you want? Blood?

Derek, whoa, whoa, enough for tonight. Joey, take him home.

Paddy, Paddy, come out the back, we'll dry you off.

-Where do you think you're going? Oi. I'm still standing here.

-Well, go on then. Let go of the bar.

Whoa! Did you see that?

HE CACKLES All right, all right, all right.

You take the money.

But I want a rematch. See?

It's a lot of fun, having a drink with your old man, ain't it, eh?

Derek, go home. All right, darling.

You should take a leaf out of your son's book.

-What you talking about, Jean? He's as smashed as I am.

-No, he ain't. He's been drinking water all night.

-He's what?

-Maybe that is something I did get from you, Derek.

Lying's what Brannings do best, ain't it?

See, I remember my birthday, but not quite like you do.

I remember you blind drunk on the car park roof,

holding me mum by the hair.

She's crying, begging you to let go.

There's you - laughing, threatening to push her off.

I bet that one's buried right deep down, ain't it?

And you know what?

That ain't even the worst of it.

-Where did you get that?

-Don't matter.

-It's not dodgy?

-No.

I was owed. Fair and square.

You're the best.

I hear that a lot.

Where are you, um... living at the moment?

Mates' sofas. Wherever.

You could always stay here if you wanted.

-That sounds a bit serious.

-Not like that, just...

Be nice to have someone around. And Bobby really likes you.

And if I did stay... I wouldn't just be subbing in for his dad?

Who needs dads anyway?

Not us.

DOOR BANGS All right, where are ya? Eh? I know you're in here, I saw ya.

-What the hell d'you think you doing?

-Can you get him out of here?!

You lost, Derek. Now suck it up and get out.

-You think you're so clever, don't ya?

-I know I am.

< Lucy? What's happening?

-Just stay upstairs, Bobby.

-Derek, get out of this house right now or I swear...

Yeah, or you'll what? Hmm?

Look, if this is about the money, you can have it.

-This ain't about the money.

-Nah, this is about him being in control.

Scaring women and kids, like the good old days, eh, Derek?

Doesn't take too much to bring out your true colours, does it?

Want to see mine?

See, Lucy, you want to remember this.

The apple never falls far from the tree.

And you...

You remember this -

no-one ever takes me for a ride and gets away with it.

No-one.

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