30/07/2012 EastEnders

Why won't she talk to me? She's my mum.

Very dashing.

You don't think it's too much?

No. Are you sure you want to do this?

Yeah. Insha'Allah.

Knock 'em dead, Dad.

I've got another sister, Max.

She's 47. She's called Ava.

So, where is she?

Babe, I don't know. Maybe she had her adopted, or...

But why wouldn't she tell me? Why the big secret?

I don't know.

Well, I'm not saying you do, am I?

I just... She won't answer any of my calls, she won't answer the door.

She's probably still got the hump, ain't she? You know, you rooting through her stuff.

Yeah well, obviously there's that!

Guys, guys, guys, I just got an e-mail about this -

Not now, Lauren, please.

Huh! Sorry to be excited about something.

Do you think maybe, it was 1964,

It said on the birth certificate, 1964.

Do you think maybe she was Thalidomide?

Cos that was around then, weren't it?

-Yeah, I don't know. Yeah, I think so, yeah.

-Maybe that was it. Maybe she's in an institution?

Maybe she lost her? No, cos then she'd have told me.

-Why would she have kept that a secret?

-Babe, please, please don't do this.

Was she even with my dad then?

Babe, you're just gonna drive yourself crazy, aren't you?

No. Cos she was only 18, so... That's Lauren's age, innit!

Babe, I've got to go. I've got the car lot.

Imagine that. Imagine Lauren with a baby?

Well, you were 18, weren't you?

Just give your mum a bit of space, all right?

She's my sister, Max.

Where is she?

It ain't a fashion show!

I've been in the paper now... so I'm a model.

And you never know, might be some fit boys there. Bad boys.

Muscles.

Lola!

-What? Just cos I've got a baby, I can't fancy boys?

-It's community service.

That's my point. Bad boys.

Listen, no-one's gonna fancy you with an orange jumpsuit on.

Only I ain't wearing an orange jumpsuit, am I?

And you're just jealous cos you fancy a bit of a bad boy yourself.

-Yeah, right.

-Still can't believe they're making you do it.

Get away from nappies for the day? I can't wait.

-Oh, yeah? What if Janine needs me to do anything?

-Jay'll have her.

No chance, I'm down the Arches.

Do him good to spend some time with his daughter.

-Eh?

-Gotcha!

You should put someone's name down on the birth certificate.

She ain't got a dad. She's got you.

And I think she needs changing.

Lola!

I don't have time, sorry! Bye.

Urgh!

Ten more fast boxes today! I was thinking, about the wedding...

I...er...

Somebody die?

Masood, don't walk away from me while I'm trying to talk to you.

-I'm going to be late.

-So then talk fast.

Well, I didn't want to say anything, just in case I didn't get it.

Is this about your promotion?

-I've got an interview.

-An interview! That's fantastic!

As a teaching assistant.

In a classroom?

-That'll be the idea.

-With children?

They'll be there, too.

Ah, so you're still going on about this silly little idea, are you?

To go back to college? Become a student?

I didn't think you'd go through with it.

This way I wouldn't have to. I learn whilst I earn.

And still get a little bit of my dream.

This is why you did not want to run the restaurant with me, isn't it?

Then you wonder why I don't tell you anything?

We work for years in order to get our business off the ground

and keep it up there,

and Tamwar then decides he wants to leave because, you know, he wants

to go study God knows what because he doesn't need to earn any money!

And now you want to quit to follow a bit of your dream?

Yeah.

Masood!

It costs Walford 22 million a year to collect rubbish

and keep the streets clean.

-No way!

-Yes way. So today, you're gonna be doing it for free.

What? You ain't getting me picking up no litter.

Yeah, you should have thought about that, shouldn't you?

Before you put chip fat all over my car.

Litter pickers. Brooms.

That is shame!

What goes around comes around, don't it, eh?

-For the poster girls at the front -

-Oh, wicked!

Not you. You.

You get to push the cart.

Now who feels shame?

Cora.

Girls, did you get the e-mail?

When do I have time to check my e-mails?

Yeah, well, it's the volunteering thing! Free tickets?

Yeah, I got it this morning.

So we dig some old lady's garden and then we go to a gig

and get wasted, yes!

What do you think, Luce, yes?

Oh, come on, you need a laugh.

Did you read the whole e-mail, Lauren?

Yes, Whitney, I did read the whole e-mail. Why?

Well, we're not digging some old lady's garden.

Yes, well, whatever, whatever. It's all about the tickets, yeah?

No, we're feeding the homeless! The three of us.

Can you imagine?

No. Absolutely not.

Right, so let me get this straight, OK.

You hide a sister from her for all of her life, but she's

the one in the wrong because she looked through your stuff?

She was trying to find a photo of this bracelet, Cora.

-She was trying to do something nice.

-It's got nothing to do with you.

What do you mean, it's got nothing? Why did you call me back in then?

If you were heading out, why you gonna waste my time?

-I want you to tell her to stop calling me.

-I ain't. You tell her. You tell her.

She's only across the Square.

I want you to tell her to stop calling me. Stop texting me.

Stop leaving messages with Poppy, banging on my door.

Cora.

Cora, look at me. Please?

All she wants is the truth.

What good did the truth ever do anyone?

What do you know, Max?

What do you know about the truth?

She's gonna win, because have you ever seen a cuter child.

Hmm? Have you?

Open to...

0-4 years old?

Uh no, back to me, thank you.

You think I'm joking, don't you?

Christian you - you two-faced, sneaky...!

May the best baby win!

Nan!

You will not believe what I'm being expected to do...

We're closed.

What is it with everyone today?

No, the Olympics have started, so where's my stock?

It's not going to be any use to me next month, is it?

No, I'll hold.

-Is Dad back yet?

-Huh?

Is Dad back yet?

Am I the only one who didn't know?

-Am I really that impossible?

-You are a bit. No.

I mean, a teaching assistant? Not even a teacher?

-Well you've got to start somewhere.

-What's wrong with being a postman?

-Nothing's wrong with being a postman.

-Can you tell your father that?

It's just not what he wants to be any more.

-I don't want to work in a shop. I don't want to run a restaurant.

-Tam still runs the restaurant.

Tamwar thinks he runs the restaurant. I am his mother.

And anyway, he doesn't even want to do it anymore.

I tell you, I buy the boy a business and he wants to leave it!

Your father wants to play in a sandpit. What has happened

to everyone in this family - where's the ambition gone?

And you, it took you long enough.

Working in all those massage parlours.

And now look at you - with your own big business.

Why can't all the men in the family be like you?

Because like you so subtly said,

sometimes it takes time to decide what you want in life.

And after everything he's been through,

Tam deserves the same - to study something he cares about.

And Dad, this is his dream.

Don't you start about that.

When he looks at you and he talks about it...

But he doesn't talk about it.

..it's like there's a light goes on behind his eyes.

Do you want to take that away?

Hello. So?

Madge?

Or Ms Cole if you're nasty?

Haven't they got Jessie J?

Now you're talking. Heard from your dad?

What dad? I can get myself up in the morning.

I can feed myself.

Make enough to keep people ticking over, and I can put myself to bed.

-So, what do I need him for?

-He's still your dad, Luce.

Yeah well, Peter's welcome to him. How's your mum?

-She's getting better.

-Are you going to see her?

Trust me, bed baths, they're not my thing, are they?

Plus I know exactly where she's been.

-Yeah well, she's still your mum.

-All right, touche.

Right, me and madam, we need to find ourselves a killer outfit.

Cos we are gonna knock all these other toddlers dead!

-I'll see you later.

-See ya.

Max has been bending my ear.

What is it you want to say to me?

I ain't feeding tramps.

You can't call 'em tramps, Lauren!

Whitney, they live on the street?

Exactly, which is why they need our help.

-Yeah, well, you two can help them then, cos I ain't.

-Lucy?

It was meant to be the three of us and it was your idea!

Hang on! She's only just had that baby!

Born in a chicken shop. It's really classy.

-Bet she really misses her, do you think?

-Yeah well, she shouldn't've got pregnant then.

-Erm, I don't think she was the first one, was she?

-But I didn't have it, did I?

-Is it anything to do with you?

-Lola!

You got something to say?

I...need to pop home quick.

You want extra hours, you only have to say.

I thought we were closer, Mum. I thought we had trust.

You broke into my house...

We had keys.

You broke into my house and you went rooting through my things

-and you talk to me about trust?

-I just wanted to replace the bracelet you'd lost.

It was my bracelet, I'll replace it when I want to.

Where is she, Mum?

My sister?

Ava Anderton? Where is she?

-You had no right.

-Why the big secret?

You had no right to go through my stuff and you've got no right to ask me questions.

You're my mum.

It was before you were born!

So? It still makes her my sister, Mum. Where is she?

Some things are private.

Look, Mum, this last year, I've really needed you.

And you've been there for me. And now I'm here for you.

Oh, Tanya, this ain't your magazines. "Here for you."

Does she look like me?

Does she look like Rainie?

You tell Rainie any of this...

Mum, I just don't understand why the big secret!

-Is she in a hospital?

-No, she ain't in a hospital.

An Institution then, you know what I mean. You were 18, Mum.

Did you take a photocopy? All the little details?

If you couldn't cope... I understand, I get it.

There's no shame in that.

You know nothing, Tanya.

-Well then tell me!

-No!

Mum, I found a birth certificate

-and OK, no I shouldn't have done it, but I did.

-It was private!

Now all of a sudden I've got this sister who I've never met

and I don't even know whether you've hidden her away,

-whether you've given her to someone or...

-She's dead.

Your sister...

your big sister.

She's dead.

I was just... I remembered something I had to tell my Pops.

No phones.

-Oh, come on, she's missing her baby, Miss.

-No, I ain't.

This is your final warning.

I never even got to leave the hospital with her.

Never even took her home.

Oh, Mum.

One minute she was there.

Just lying there in my arms.

She was so tiny.

I don't think I'd ever hardly held a baby before.

You didn't, then, pass them round, like you do now.

And then I was in the hospital.

Nurses running round doing their job. Other mums, little ones crying.

I was holding her in my arms.

My beautiful little baby girl.

Wasn't anyone with you?

Weren't allowed visitors.

What? Not even Nan?

Sister on the ward was very strict.

And then they came and took her.

They put her in a little cot to sleep.

She opened her eyes - not to look at me, I mean, they can't at that age.

You think they can, but they can't.

You feel like they can.

Big brown eyes, she had, and little tiny fingers.

I just lay there looking at them,

these tiny, tiny fingers.

I don't think I'd ever seen anything so tiny in my life.

I just lay there looking at her.

I drifted off looking at her.

I only woke up when they came to take her.

Never even let me say goodbye. They didn't, in those days.

They said it would be too... upsetting.

My little baby girl.

All alone in that big, cold hospital.

Things happen in life.

You don't choose them, they just happen.

You accept them, and you move on.

Because that's what you've got to do.

You could have told me.

Could I?

You wouldn't have had to carry all this on your own.

We're women, Tanya. That's what we do.

But you lost your baby.

You pick yourself up and get on with it.

And the father? Did you know him?

Oh, yeah. I knew him.

What did he think?

He never even knew I was pregnant.

What was he like?

Oh, he had charm coming out of every pore.

He had the gift of the gab, that one.

So you were going steady?

Saw each other a bit, best part of a year.

He was a sailor, moved around. Girl in every port.

And you were carrying his baby.

I know.

And he broke my heart.

Did Dad ever know?

No-one ever knew. It was my secret.

My sister.

Ava.

I never forgot her. I never, ever stopped thinking of her.

And you kept it all to yourself.

She died, Tanya.

And you know what?

It was for the best.

Takes after her mum, don't you think? Little Princess.

Is this why you rang?

Now, I tried her in the fairy wings, but before you say anything,

she didn't like 'em. But she loves the wand. Don't you?

-Put your finger out.

-Christian, do you have to? It's Ramadan.

I'm sorry, I was starving. Try the other hand.

There we go. Turn it this way for me.

-Is this what you do all day? Dressing up?

-'Course it isn't.

Get a load of that, right there - Walford's Most Beautiful Baby.

Come on, we've got to enter her.

-No.

-Bit of fun.

I said no!

-Why?

-Parading her in front of judges?

-Oh, she'll love it.

-She's one-and-a-half!

-So?

-I'd have loved it when I was her age.

-Well, she's not you, is she?

There's no harm with telling everybody how beautiful

-our daughter is. Hold your hand out, sweetie.

-We're not doing it.

Don't be so dry. It's just a bit of fun!

I'm not having you enter my daughter into some tacky beauty pageant.

"My daughter"?

-That's not what I meant.

-No, that's exactly what you meant, isn't it?

-Christian...

-Cos that's how you see her, isn't it? As YOUR daughter.

-She is my daughter.

-What's that make me then, huh? The nanny?

-Don't be ridiculous.

-I'm your other half. And we are getting married.

-OK, it's not a marriage, you've told me that 1,000 times.

-Well, it isn't.

All right, so I'm a non-father in a non-marriage -

-if we ever get as far as having a non-marriage.

-I've got a meeting, so...

-Please don't walk out, Sy.

-I'm not walking out.

-You said we were in this together. As equals.

-We are.

-So what's with the "my daughter" stuff?

-Can we do this later?

-Can't we do it now?

I just don't want my daughter in...

OUR daughter in some tacky competition.

Why has everything got to be so difficult for you?

-I'll be home by seven.

-Do I even get to know where it is you're going?

-It's business, Christian.

-Then again, why would you tell me?

Cos I'm just the nanny, aren't I? Looking after your daughter!

She was a baby. A tiny baby.

And you just live with it? You never tell anyone?

Well, sometimes people make mistakes, don't they?

She lost a baby, Max! It's not a mistake, is it?!

No, I don't mean like that.

You know, just sometimes things don't turn out how you plan them.

You know, she might have wanted to tell you, and didn't know how,

then it was too late and she just sort of, you know, carried on.

But all that grief.

All that hurt.

Babe, just leave her. Just leave her.

She'll deal with it in her own way, won't she?

She's my mum.

They're making her clean up litter out there!

She's just had a baby, and they won't let her see her.

Is this still about Nan's bracelet? She nearly bit my head off earlier.

And then I just ignored you.

Darling, I'm so sorry. Come here.

Oh, she's just missing Abi.

-Hiya.

-It was tough. Thanks for asking.

The interview.

-I got the job.

-Oh, well done! When do you start?

-Beginning of term. It's only part-time though.

-You'll get by.

-I don't know.

It's a lot less than I'm on.

-And if your brother's serious about leaving the Argee Bhajee...

-I, er, look, I've...

-Is everything OK?

-Yep, fine. Hello?

Hey, Lo!

Hey, you.

-Lola!

-Thought you said you were trying to keep away from her?

-Since when did anyone listen to what I say, eh?

-Come on, Miss...

-Shaiyana. That's enough.

-She ain't even a week old.

-She only wants to see her.

-You can't have her with you.

-She ain't with me though, is she?

-I thought I made myself clear.

Her granddad and her uncles are taking her for a walk.

-It ain't their fault I'm here sweeping pavements, is it?

-Lo.

Lo. Come on, we'll see you later.

Yes, I'd like to enter my daughter.

We're still gonna win.

It's Yasmin.

You need me to spell that for you?

The door was on the latch, so...

Mum?

-Zee...

-Before you say anything...

-Listen...

-I want you to know that I'd like you to go for it.

It's a dream - it's YOUR dream.

And if you don't follow it, then what's the point?

I'm doing the same thing. Huge dream wedding.

Show Denise, who's looking down her nose at us,

that we're not some kind of paupers scuttling around in shame.

Tamwar's following his crazy little idea of spending

all our pennies to going to college, or uni, or whatever the hell it is he's doing.

And being a student is not cheap.

So we scrimp a little, we save a little.

Everything that we can do. Because he deserves a chance.

So, come on! Don't keep me in suspense.

How did it go?

I...

I didn't get it.

Really?

Yeah. It wasn't my time.

Aww.

That was all you had of her.

Should have done it years ago.

I know why you're doing this.

You know nothing.

I know why you lied all those years.

Lies?

You... You...

You DARE to talk to me about lies?

You killed my husband and never said a word.

Cut me and Rainie out, never said a word.

Then we had you and your cancer - four months, you knew,

lied to my face.

Said you were fine.

All those years as a kid, off your head on drugs, stealing.

Lies, Tanya. Your whole life has been about lies.

-This is about you.

-No, it's about you!

-It's always about you.

-No, that's not true.

You took another woman's husband! Max was married, had a child.

You didn't care.

Didn't care about her, you didn't care about the child.

Cos it was all about Tanya.

Ain't you got nothing to say? I've had to listen to you and Max

ripping into each other often enough. Come on, let's hear it.

What you got to say?

Let's not do this, Mum.

You wanted the truth, Tanya? "Let's get the truth out there.

-"Everyone feels better for it."

-Please, Mum...

You want to shout my secrets?

Well, it works both ways.

Saint Tanya.

Chucked her husband out,

shacked up with his brother,

cheated on her second husband with her first.

And you still dare to stand there and tell me what I've done wrong?

Get out.

Mum...

Get out!

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