25/04/2013 EastEnders

You're looking good.

No, Liam. We're going to win this.

That pathetic gang are going to see, ain't they?

We're doing the right thing being positive. Getting back out there.

What?

What, do they reckon that we were going to hide under

the bed for the rest of our lives, eh?

Is that who you are? No, Liam.

Cos we've got Old Bill driving past this house every five minutes.

-Cos you spoke out.

-I can't find my school shoes.

You showed the police them texts. That's who you are, Liam.

That's what swung this.

Even them thick little losers know that the Old Bill can

trace their mobile phones.

Renzo ain't thick. Look, I'm just saying, you know?

-No,

-I

-know Liam,

that if Renzo's the best you can do for a mate,

you must be one lonely, miserable kid.

I hate school.

Course you do. It's an hour out your life.

It's good innit, eh?

That your Head Of Year wants to catch up.

Look, it's good you can't be bothered. I can't be bothered.

It's normal, ain't it, eh?

It's about time this family got back to normal.

Come on, get your shoes on.

Otherwise I'll have to hold your hand all the way up to the gate.

No, you're not.

If you don't get them shoes on in five seconds,

I am going to make you give me

a kiss goodbye in the staff car park,

even though I am coming with you.

You're not normal.

I am normal. And you're normal. And enough's enough, ain't it?

One thing I DO know is,

you're never too big for one of Mummy's kisses!

Mwah, mwah, mmmmwah!

SMASHING AND SCREAMING

-You all right, darling?

-What's happened?

-A brick.

Liam! LIAM!

Look, just stop this! Where are you?! Leave me alone! That's enough!

I can't take this any more! It's my family you're messing with now!

-Liam!

-Look I can't take it any more.

-Come on.

Now where are ya?! No, Mum, I can't take it!

SCARLETT CRIES

Can you not do that, please?

She doesn't like strangers kissing her.

What's this, Michael? Point scoring?

I'm not a stranger, am I, sweetheart?

She doesn't like strangers kissing her.

Really? Thank you so much.

It's a really awful colour that on you, pink.

It brings out that skin thing you've got.

Isn't she lovely?

You don't mean that.

If you had your hair cut, you'd look like all the other boys.

Hey. You're going to love it here. We're going to be happy and settled.

It's lovely, isn't it? Come on, baby. I know you.

I liked Jack too, but...

PHIL: Sharon?!

Look. Give it your best shot, OK?

And don't forget to hold Uncle Phil's hand

when you cross the road, yeah?

There you go.

No. There must be something else. There must me some other way.

Mum, Dad. Courts, they're just years behind here, you know.

What they consistently fail to realise is it's not

the gender that's important.

It doesn't matter. It's what the parent does, you see, Alice, yeah?

I warned Janine.

Oh, right, yeah. Thank you very much.

Maybe I've got an allergy. Poppy's giving me a facial.

She doesn't listen? That's the thing, you see.

She doesn't retain the information

and that is why she made her own daughter cry.

Dad's allergic to chocolate.

Hello. Can you prioritise, please? What you doing?

There's nothing wrong with your face.

It's a perfectly clean, bearable face.

It's me, I'm the one that's been doing all the graft, 24/7.

-Me, Alice.

-Except for when it's me and my bearable face.

Duly noted. So why then is everything stacked against us?

Why is everyone siding with her?

It can't happen.

-Really?!

-Yes. Really.

Every week, regular as clockwork, even if

it means I go without a little something like a bubble bath,

I always put a little bit of money aside for little Lily.

That's amazing. It's wise.

Very...very wise.

-No, Jean, you're an example to people.

-No!

No, I'm being serious.

If more people took your approach, then we wouldn't be dealing with

this double dip recession and trying to bail out Greece!

I'm hardly Chancellor Of The Exchequer.

It's only a little bottle of bubble bath.

But those little bottles of bubble bath add up, don't they?

Yeah.

Yeah. See, now the estate agent I was talking to about an extension

on my down-payment as a long-term investment,

he didn't get it.

And he didn't get it because he hasn't got YOUR business acumen.

No, he was all... Insists, deposit £3,400, 6:00pm tonight.

Otherwise I lose the lease on the Emporium and my dream restaurant.

-And that'd be a crime, wouldn't it?

-Well, everyone has to have a dream.

Can I get you another tea? Coffee? Bacon sarnie?

Oh, no, I shouldn't be here. I've got a 12 dozen ploughman's platters to plate up.

Jean, it's not often you find someone that you can

share your dream with.

LAUGHING AND GIGGLING

MOBILE RINGS

HE CUTS THE CALL OFF

Who is that?

It was no-one.

-Who pays you?

-You.

-Because who do you work for?

-You.

So why are you carting Sharon's stuff over to Phil's?

Because she's moving in there.

Because Phil asked me to and I'm family.

SHE SCOFFS

All right, because sometimes I'm a bit of a muppet. I'll work through my lunch break, OK?!

Yes, you WILL work through your lunch break.

-Focused professionalism...

-At an affordable price.

Excellent, well done. If you want responsibility, Billy,

then you HAVE got to earn it.

If we all did things out of the kindness of our hearts,

what sort of a world would this be, huh?

-This is Janine's house.

-Yeah, yeah. Janine'll fix it(!)

Up the rent and then claim on then insurance.

And then when it's a bullet through the door

and not a brick through the window, what then, Bianca?!

Well someone's got to drag you back to the real world.

All this Pollyanna positive rubbish.

-Well, thank you, mother, I AM glad you're here(!)

-No!

Because you've got to ask yourself who's going to be paying next?!

I didn't even have time to put that kettle down! Did you see your daughter's face?!

They'll be long gone! They'll have chucked the brick and run.

A parting shot. That's what the Old Bill said. Well, as good as. It's not rubbish!

I am the one who just took your kids to school, lady!

I'm the one who spent ten minutes explaining to Mrs Dryden

why Morgan wouldn't hang up his book bag in the cloakroom

-until I'd checked it out.

-Well, thank you. You're a wonderful woman.

-And you're passing on your paranoia very nicely.

-Will you shut up and listen!

I don't think you've got a clue what you're actually doing here!

You DO have other kids!

And Ricky is Liam's Dad!

No! Asking Ricky to step up does not make you a failure!

-Oh, my God.

-Listen, Bianca, letting Liam choose to go away doesn't

mean that he will never come back.

Ricky left us! He had sex with Mandy and he walked out!

-I'm not talking about you two.

-And somehow, because he don't care

what's going on, then it's my fault?!

Don't you think that hurts Liam enough?!

-Let alone trying to chuck him out of his own house.

-We're not chucking him out!

Liam has been more of a man to this family than Ricky.

At least he's stood by me, Mum. Ain't he?

At least he's tried. I mean they...

They've nearly took him once already, all right?

I am NOT going to let THEM drive my son away.

They'll have to shoot me first before they ever hurt him again.

I don't know what I'm doing.

But I do know we do NOT give in to bullies.

Vicious little gangsters might be more appropriate.

And what about the next kid that the gang target?

They ain't all got useless daddies to run to.

We've got to stand our ground!

And we have got to get on with our lives!

And I really need you on my side, Mum.

I'm always on your side, you idiot. Come here.

Thanks.

TV IS ON IN THE FRONT ROOM

BIANCA: Yeah, all right. Thank you.

Liam, that was your Head Of Year on the phone. He's rescheduled.

Do you fancy helping me down the caff?

-Either that or flogging ladies leggings.

-Nah.

-We got a big hole in the kitchen.

-Yeah, and?

-Yeah.

So someone's got to wait here for the window guy to show up.

-I'm meeting him over the market.

-You can't stay here on your own, Liam.

-Look, Gran,

I've already told Mum. The gang ain't stupid.

And you heard what the Old Bill said, right, parting shot?

And if word gets out that you've got an open house, you're going

-to come back to it empty.

-All right, well, I'll stay then.

-I'LL stay.

-Look, no! I'm not a kid, all right?

I've already got the Old Bill outside baby-sitting me,

my own hot-line.

I can manage here for half an hour on my own.

No offence, but can you two just back off, yeah?

HE MUTES THE TV

MOBILE RINGS

Babe, don't be like that.

One of us has got to put bread on the table, ain't they?

-HOOVER STARTS IN THE CORRIDOR

-And earplugs in the ear holes.

Seriously, please, can you start thinking about eating more?

You could tell Tanya was pregnant with Oscar after about two weeks just by looking at her.

Fine. I ain't got a shift until tonight.

You can take me out for lunch and force-feed me.

-Sorry, I can't do lunch.

-MOBILE RINGS

-Is it HER, is it?!

-What?

The earth mother.

Don't have to sneak off into a corner to get

hassled by your ex-Mrs, Max!

Babe, it ain't Tanya, all right? I've got a delivery over the car lot.

I've got people waiting for me. See you later.

HOOVERING CONTINUES OUTSIDE

I'm just waiting for the start of the next part of my life - something new, exciting.

Entrepreneur, OK? Entrepreneur. It's in my DNA.

Yes, well, Ian, mental health issues don't just fly away.

And stress can make the whole thing a whole lot worse,

I mean, believe me.

I know. I do. And I'm stronger now and with YOU, OK,

with you to guide me, to be there by my side...

Well...

I have been known to strike a very hard bargain with the bread man.

Ian?!

I am made for more than this.

I shouldn't be just covering for Marie when she has a hangover or when Carol has her latest crisis.

I should have people doing my washing up of my crockery for me, shouldn't I?!

I mean, I want to make Lucy proud and with you...

With you there as my financial...

Advisor? Mentor.

Backer. AND events manager.

Because I know, Jean. I know it's you who REALLY runs that pub.

So what do you say?

Low. Very, very low.

Bribing me with your flattery and a bacon roll.

Little Lily needs those savings. And I haven't gone without bubble bath

just to fund some pie in the sky, pie shop on the Square!

Praising me as if you like me?!

I say no, Ian Beale, I say no!

-Janine may have all the money.

-Enough of that.

-I know her business is up and running and looking successful already.

-That's enough now, please.

-But, Michael, running off with Scarlett, leaving the country, that's insane.

-No, it isn't.

-Ian!

Insane would be climbing the tower of Big Ben specifically

with my knickers on over my trousers and waving a big daddy banner.

Insane is allowing that hopeless, selfish,

profoundly un-maternal woman to...

to...

What?

-Yeah, that's it. Toddlers.

-What?

-Toddlers!

See you later.

JEAN SIGHS HEAVILY AND SOBS

I've just got a bad feeling.

SHE LAUGHS You sound like Jean. You been reading your horoscope?

-We got a brick through the window.

-What?!

This morning. Just sitting there. Glass everywhere.

Tiff and Morgan were there as well. I mean, what have they ever done?

-I didn't know! Bianca never told me!

-She thinks it's fine.

And the police reckon they've got it all under control but, you know,

Liam is back there on his own. and something's not right.

-It'll be OK.

-D'you know what, I'm going to go and check on him.

Cos if something happens, I'd never forgive myself.

Can you stay and look after the cafe for a couple of minutes?

Carol, stop worrying. He'll be all right.

-Has he got his phone?

-Yeah.

If he needs you, he'll call you.

MOBILE RINGS

RINGING STOPS

HOUSE PHONE RINGS

MOBILE AND HOUSE PHONES RING TOGETHER

KNOCK ON THE DOOR

KNOCKING CONTINUES

-No, no, no.

-KNOCKING CONTINUES

Oh, it's dead!

KNOCKING CONTINUES

-Cheers.

-Thanks a lot.

-See you later.

He's just a horrible little man.

No, no. No, no. It's just I can't decide on a pickle.

And I really need to decide on a pickle for my ploughman's,

because there's people relying on me and it's important!

Have you forgotten that I've got previous in horrible little men?!

No. No, I've not forgotten.

-SHE SOBS

-It's just, why do people have to keep playing games?

-Why can't they just be nice?!

-Nice?!

It's like Michael Moon all over again with knobs on.

I told you, the word NICE to Beale means doormat!

Nice to arrogant, horrible little men like Ian is something

they wipe their feet with. You can't get back at them.

You can't beat them for being selfish, it's not worth it.

You remember, Jean, what goes around comes around.

PHIL: Anyone serving here or what?!

No! I'm busy! So bog off!

THEY LAUGH

Good morning, sir. May I take your name, please?

Deirdre.

Deirdre. Well, welcome to Butcher's Joints, Deirdre.

If you'd just like to take a seat over there next to Darth Vader.

No, I think I'll see her now.

Well, Ms Butcher will see you as soon as her schedule allows.

-Nah, I think I'll see her now, Billy.

-Right.

MUSIC PLAYS THROUGH HEADPHONES

Look, stop! Stop!

I've already done this.

You're in. I did try you earlier.

Oh!

-Are you all right?

-Yeah. Yeah. I'm good.

Um, we done this punctuation sheet last week.

Did. We DID the punctuation. And you're right. We did.

So, have to find something more challenging for you.

-I'll see what I can find.

-No, you're all right.

No. We have to build on this.

I tell you what, we could fit in a quick lesson.

I mean, I could pop over to the house, get a textbook

-if you've got time?

-If you want.

Oh, Liam.

Don't worry. I saw you earlier.

You know, in the Square, with the brick and...

Seriously, you're doing good. Don't lose your nerve.

It takes guts to stand up to intimidation.

-Whatever.

-Mind you, your private body guards

are probably helping sending out the message.

Don't worry. They know YOU ain't in the gang.

You're too old.

Is it?

Yes. I've been waiting. It's a kitchen window.

EMERGENCY glass replacement, it says in the paper. No, it's fine.

It's fine. Don't suppose a little while longer's going to make any difference.

CAR SCRAPES ALONG THE TABLE

What do you want?

You.

CAR SCRAPES ALONG THE TABLE

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