04/12/2012 EastEnders

Right. I was going to post these, but seeing as how you're leaving...

It's just a pressie for Jimmy

and there's this mince pie recipe that Carly was after.

Shirl?

Who said that I was going anywhere?

Apparently, she's just back for the sentencing.

-There you go. She's gone.

-Shirley wouldn't make it that easy.

The judge has made his decision. There's nothing she can do now.

Oh. Lexi's care order.

As soon as she finds out she's Ben's, she'll be straight in, mucking things up.

Phil, you haven't slept. You're just freaking yourself out. Shirley's gone.

I've, er... I've got to show up at the prison.

You know, if Ben hasn't asked for you, you can't see him.

Well, he's at least got to know I tried, ain't he?

And if Shirl's hanging round, call me, yeah?

It's seven-thirty in the morning.

What does he think he's playing at?

It's just till the care order hearing next week. OK?

Jack, why don't you come back here later for a bit of lunch, eh?

Just the two of us?

Well, unless Phil sends out the bat signal that is, of course?

Twelve o'clock. I'll be here.

Oh! You all right, love? You couldn't sleep?

No. I'm fine.

Great. Big day today.

Come on, kids. Get up!

Ugh. Porridge?

Yeah, let's hope the menu improves by tea time.

You're not coming for tea, Derek. You have moved out.

Yes. Moved out. Moved out, not anorexic.

I'm just ironing your good shirt.

I don't like that shirt. Looks like wee.

Why were you sitting in the dark for ages?

Your mum was preparing herself for her big day.

You get yourself ready. I'll sort the kids out.

I don't know what she's fussing about. I'm going to make loads of money in tips

and get the most amazing Christmas tree ever!

Yes!

What?

Just do your best.

And try and, er, think before you speak, yeah?

I do know how to make tips, you know.

Mummy is going to come back with spondoolies!

Yes!

All right, Shirl?

You've heard, then?

Do you think four years is fair?

Don't matter what I think.

What, your life's been ruined and you're not entitled to an opinion?

Phil is laughing at us. He's laughing at Hev.

Look, you've got to live with it, or it'll drive you mad.

No, we don't have to live with it!

I don't want Phil to be punished any more.

Right! You're coming with me.

Shirl!

Bianca's got the kids' hopes up about Christmas,

reckons she can do it all on tips.

-You know if I could afford to pay her, I would.

-I know, I know.

I just wondered if one of the girls could have a trim

and tip Bianca with this.

So she don't come home feeling like a failure.

Yes, of course.

-Cheers. Thanks, Tanya.

-See you, Carol.

-So I'll come pick you up from the salon?

-Yeah, great.

What about Lauren? She going to meet us there?

Um, I think she's probably forgotten.

She's a bit shaken up still, ain't she?

-And your mum? You definitely don't want her to know about the scan?

-No.

What are you two whispering about?

Christmas. Just...blooming Christmas, eh?

That's the spirit.

See you later.

What's wrong with you? What, are you hungover?

-You only came out of hospital two weeks ago.

-You shouldn't be drinking in your condition.

All right, shall we lay off her?

I'll see you later.

Yeah.

Mum, can we spend some time together today? Just me and you?

Sorry, darling, I would love to

but I'm just too busy at the salon today.

Right. OK.

Tell you what, your Auntie Carol wants to make sure Bianca gets this in tips.

So why don't you come and have your hair done on me?

Bit of pampering, yeah?

Great.

Mum?

I'm fine. I'm fine, darling.

I'll see you later.

You remember what happened here?

How dare you look at me and say Phil has been punished enough?

What are you thinking?

-Look, on my dad's grave, he's just trying to be a better bloke.

-How?

Well, he tried to sort my head out.

Now he's trying to be Lexi's foster carer.

Lexi? She's been taken into care?

Where's Billy?

Well, Billy's happy that Phil's stepped in.

Phil, bringing up a baby? What's he getting out of this?

Lexi's a Mitchell.

Look, if it's revenge you're after, then I can't help you, Shirl.

Here you are, a cup of tea.

Don't know how I've had time to do that in between all the sweeping.

Aw, thanks, hon.

Be lovely, won't it, you and me working together?

Yeah.

So, these tips that we're working for, me and her.

The money's in the shampooing, isn't it?

Yeah. Totes.

You know her sort.

No graft, like a rat up a drainpipe soon as a client walks in.

Why don't you just send your clients my way, yeah?

Um, I think it's best you and Lola take it in turns, yeah?

I thought we were going to be mates.

Yeah, just, um, I'm not taking sides.

Ladies, could someone give Mrs Richards a shampoo?

I'm on it! Hi. Take a seat.

Can I get you a cup of tea?

I hope you know drinking's not the answer.

Still got a few minutes before class if you want that chat...

No, thanks.

You got drunk last night because you were scared.

On TV, it says if you talk about those feelings, you'll feel better.

I don't even care about the accident, Abi.

Why are you being like this?

Shut up.

This is so unfair.

How is this not fair on you?

Every time you get like this,

there's some massive secret about to blow.

OK. Well, there is no secret, so...

Yes, there is.

No, there ain't.

Well, say it again.

Abi, there is no secret. There you go.

Is Dad having an affair?

No.

-Is it to do with you?

-Wh...

-It is, isn't it?

-Abi, just let it go.

No. Because you are freaking me out.

I will not stop until you tell me. I will ask Mum.

I'll ask Dad. Is it boy trouble?

Are you pregnant?

No! Why don't you just go and ask Nan about her secret daughter?

Go on.

I'm joking.

-I was joking.

-No, you weren't. What daughter?

Just leave it, Abs. Yeah?

So this is how you'd like it styled, but just a trim, yeah?

Poppy, can you pass the scissors?

-No.

-What?

-Just brush.

They're like a pack of hyenas. Not very professional is it, Tan?

-Not now, Bianca.

-Babe, you ready?

-All right, Max?

-Yeah, you?

-Lola's nicking all the tips cos she sits on her backside all day, sink hogging. It's not fair!

-All right.

I'll wait for you downstairs.

See you later, Max.

Lola, Poppy. Can I have a word, please?

Sorry.

-While I'm gone, Lola and Bianca take it in turns on shampoos, OK?

-Sure.

That is what we agreed.

It's like pox on a rat every time a client comes in.

-Excuse me?

-Right, well, toss a coin, then. Happy?

Yeah.

-Right. I've got to get to my scan.

-Everything all right?

Yeah, it's nothing. It's nothing.

Listen, Bianca, I know these tips mean a lot to you

but, please, don't raise your voice in the salon.

I'm doing lunch. I can't stop.

Aw...a romantic lunch for Jack?

If that's not guilt talking, I don't know what is.

Make it quick.

What's this I hear about Phil,

begging to bring up a screaming baby?

Is it because he cares about the mother and child bond?

Who told you that?

What aren't YOU telling me?

Phil's done a lot of bad stuff in his past,

but he's doing everything he can to keep Lola and Lexi together.

You know, I wish I was as dumb as you look when it concerns Phil.

It's sad what anger's done to you.

He's trying it on with you and it's working.

There's nothing going on with me and Phil.

If you hadn't stormed off last night,

-we could have explained it to you.

-Why don't you just admit it?

Then I might have a bit of respect for you.

We are just friends.

No, you're not. There are things that you should know about Phil.

Know Phil? I've years on you.

Mm.

You ever stuck him in the shower when he's vomited on himself?

Have him scream in your face?

Have you ever seen him on crack?

Oh. Didn't he tell you?

And I thought you two were so close.

When?

In between cheating on me with another crackhead

and burning down the Vic.

You finished?

So after all you know about Phil,

you're still happy to have him around your kid?

Yeah.

The drugs, the booze - the mess he made of his own kid's life?

-And you call yourself a mother?

-Get out, Shirley.

You may not care about your kid, but I am telling you now -

I will not let him near Lola's baby.

Girly chat, was it?

Looks like you're getting dragged into Phil's car crash of a life to me.

Heads! No, tails, tails, tails.

Oh, I was going to say heads!

We did do best of three. Better luck next time, yeah?

Ho, ho, ho... Oh.

Merry Christmas. So can we get you washed?

Uh, no. It's Bianca I'm after.

Oh. Suit yourself.

That's it. Keep it in the family, cuz?

So, what do you want a little trim?

One of them bobs'd suit you.

Er, no, thanks. Where's my mum?

She's gone for her scan.

Maybe I could take a little bit of this off your face, Lauren?

-Where you going?

-Sorry.

Merry Christmas. Can I get you a cup of tea or anything?

We didn't toss for that woman.

You were busy. Sorry.

Lauren?

Lauren?

Abi keeps leaving these messages, asking me how I am.

What's her game?

I was going to come round about that.

I told Abi about Ava.

I'm sorry.

She had it in her head that something was wrong. It just came out, Nan.

I kept that secret for years.

Do you know what it took to trust you with it?

And it "just came out"?

OK, Nan, I can't deal with the character-bashing right now.

You do know Mum's having her MRI?

None of my business.

Well...she is your daughter.

She's your mother. Why aren't you at the hospital?

Cos I forgot.

Yeah, I know. I know.

I'm useless.

Selfish.

But at least I know it.

Lola. Have you seen Shirley?

Shirley's back?

Look, keep your distance from her.

Why?

Well, she might try and cause trouble.

It's best you don't tell her anything about what we're doing -

especially that Ben's the dad.

Shirley wants to muck up the fostering?

Look, I've left a message with Phil. He'll come back and sort it.

I need some air.

Hi, Nan.

Everything all right at home?

Yeah. I was, um... I was just passing.

See how you are.

Thought we could have a catch-up.

I know why you're here, Abi.

Would it kill you to pick up your phone?

Don't I even get an hello?

Hello.

Listen. Jay told me about Lexi being taken into care.

-I'm sorry.

-Thanks.

I hear that Phil's helping you out.

-What do you want, Shirl?

-Why would he do that?

I mean, it's not to help you and Billy - he's never cared before.

-Yeah, he cares now. So just leave it.

-Even if he does, so what?

Phil raises this kid, you'll end up with a Ben.

Where was you when my daughter got taken, eh? You wasn't here.

But Phil was.

He filled out all the forms and he came to all the meetings.

Him and Sharon have really helped me.

Ava was mine - for a second.

Don't you ever wonder about her?

I loved her. And I gave her away.

What else is there to say?

What about her dad?

He was very special to me.

Does Ava know?

She didn't give me a chance.

You've met her?

Your mother brought her to my door.

She walked away.

I've got to respect that.

What, so that's it, then? But you're her birth mum.

I'm well aware I gave birth to her, Abi.

Don't worry about me, darling. I'm old.

I've got used to the situation.

You're just like Lauren. She's stubborn too.

You worried about Lauren?

Yeah, there's something going on. And it's not just the crash.

That's just her nature, darling.

I irritate her.

Because you ask too many questions.

She does need you.

Sometimes, you've just got to let people know you're there,

that you're sticking around.

No questions, no talking.

Maybe Ava doesn't have anyone there for her.

She had nice parents, apparently.

-Thinking you never mattered must be tough.

-She did matter!

But those thoughts are in your head.

She doesn't even know who her dad is.

Beautiful. Oh, and that hand massage -

Bianca, credit where it's due,

they must've trained you really well in that...

(prison.)

Yeah. So, do you want any tea and biccies before you go?

Tell you what, I am loving this service!

Sorry I kept changing my mind about the colour, by the way.

You're all right.

Gave us loads more time to talk about how Kim's been getting on your nerves, didn't it?

-That's £10, please.

-There you go.

And, um...

What is that? I didn't do all that massaging for nothing, you know.

That couldn't even get me half a scratchcard! You having a laugh?

I was actually digging out a fiver.

Denise, I am so sorry. Some complimentary vouchers will be in the post.

Thank you. Why don't you post a muzzle to her while you're at it?

Tan, I'm really sorry.

How was your appointment?

Why don't you go home, eh? Try again tomorrow.

Sharon. I just got your message.

I'm back. Give me a call, yeah?

You want to get cosy with Sharon? Get a room.

Leave Lexi out of it.

Her kid's in care and the only thing on your mind is a fake engagement.

Engagement?

You are sick, you are evil. You're using the kid's baby

so you can shack up with that woman.

We've got more chance of getting Lexi home

if social services think me and Sharon's a couple.

That's going to take a stretch! And since when was this Lexi's "home"?

No, Pops wants this too.

Oh, what, Billy rolled over?

I know what it's like to lose kids.

I don't want that happening to Lola and Billy.

That's all this thing with me and Sharon's about.

I don't believe you.

-Well, Lola does, so...

-So what?

One call to the social about your lie, and it's all over.

You don't need him. I'll stick around. We'll get Lexi back.

Lola, I know how scared you are.

But think about how far we've come.

Everything that comes out of his mouth is a lie.

You are poison.

Give us a second, will you?

So who's this about?

You or Lola?

Don't drag me down to your level.

Well, hear me out. If you still think this is about me and Sharon shacking up,

I'll hand you the phone myself.

-What's film's this, look? Raaarr!

-Jurassic Park!

Oi, easy with the carrots. I'm not Bugs Bunny.

You'll get what you're given. And you could make a little contribution towards the Christmas tree.

-Course I will.

-Mum's sorting Christmas.

Look, whatever happens, be nice to your mum. She's tried her best.

So no Christmas, then.

Ooh, you're back early.

Come home to do the kids' tea.

We can do it together.

How much did you make, Mum?

-Bianca!

-Whoa, Carol...

Billy's the only one left. Of course I'm going to help him out.

I don't believe you.

You don't want to believe me.

Shirley, you ain't stupid.

Doing this for the one bit of family I've got left

makes more sense than the idea you got about Sharon.

You'd do anything to get your hands back on that woman.

If I wanted her, I'd just go for it, wouldn't I?

Not all this softly-softly fake engagement.

You keep Lexi in care

just to get back at me, who's that hurting, eh?

And Ben, he's behind bars. What more do you want?

Four years. You call that justice?

You tell me what to do and I'll do it.

You don't even understand what you did to me.

Yes, I do.

I do. I lied.

So what ain't I understanding?

Eh? I lied. And I...I kept lying.

And at the end of it, I chose to ruin your life rather than Ben's.

And you know what, Shirley? I'd do it again.

There was never going to be any nice answers. He's my son.

Of course... Of course I'd do it again.

But I wish, Shirley, I truly wish it'd been anyone else

but you that got hurt.

You've still got a son.

He don't want to know.

After all that...

..you still lost him?

Look around you, Shirl. I've got nothing.

If I'd got what you got -

a daughter, a grandkid -

I'd be on the first train out of here.

So what are you doing here, Shirley?

I'm think I'm done here.

-Can we wait here, please, darling?

-Yep, sure.

Right. Sister time. Ice cream, DVD.

Why can't you just stop?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

What's happened?

It's nothing. Nothing.

Look. You don't need to tell me your secrets.

I'm here and I'm not going anywhere.

Oh, Lauren...come here.

I'm at work.

I won't keep you a minute.

Yeah. I didn't think there was anything more to say either.

You know, your dad meant a lot to me.

It wasn't just one night.

He gave me this.

I've always kept it close.

You should have it.

-You take care of yourself, yeah?

-Yeah, and you.

Don't think I don't know you were smoking in that room. Them curtains are rancid.

You tell Lola to keep her chin up.

Don't you worry about Lola.

She'll make sure there's none of Ben in that baby.

What's Ben got to do with it?

One more week and it'll just be the two of us. I promise, Jack.

Shirley's gone.

See? We said nothing bad would happen.

Lost everything? You lying piece of filth.

You stand there with the bird you're about to nick off him

and the kid whose baby you're about to steal.

Go on, tell Lola the truth.

That as soon as you get your hands on your granddaughter -

your Ben replacement - she's going to be out the picture.

-You don't know what you're talking about.

-Shut up, you bimbo!

-Oi!

-Come on, let's go.

-No. You don't understand. Phil wouldn't do that.

-I know him.

-None of you know what he's like.

I know what he's up to with Lexi

and I know he'd rather walk away from me than deal with it in the usual Phil Mitchell way.

Why are you so scared of me, Phil?

Yeah, you stew on that.

He's not helping Lola. He's helping himself.

20 years and you still don't know what he's like?

What is wrong with you? And you?

You are crazy to trust him over me.

-Do yourself a favour - walk away.

-The doormat speaks.

He's taking your woman and you're still whistling his tune.

-There's nothing going on.

-You've already lost her, Jack.

He's going to destroy every one of you.

Cos Phil...he always wins.

Come on.

The truth will catch up with you the minute I let it.

You won't win with me.

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