30/05/2013 EastEnders

Oh, look, here she is.

There you go, there's whites and colours in there.

This is new. Says - wash separately before use.

-What are you talking about?

-Your nan says you're a natural.

Um, can I have these washed too? Yeah, these trousers are handwash.

-So that's cold water, Lauren.

-You two are hilarious, aren't you(?)

-Yeah.

-Yeah, you're such a good washer.

-Laundress.

-Oh.

-She's a laundress.

-OK.

You ever thought about that, have you,

-a professional career in clothes-washing?

-OK. I get it,

-all right? I'm just going to go get a coffee.

-Are you?

-Yeah, I'll be fine.

Yeah, of course.

Look, here. Take that. For your coffee.

No, it's all right, I've got cash.

I know. Get yourself a bun...or something.

Thanks.

-See you later.

-See ya.

-Off out somewhere?

-Just going to get a coffee.

-That's nice. Need any money?

-No, it's all right.

Good. Cos I'm a bit skint, myself.

-OK.

-Yesterday, I had £20 in my purse.

Now it's gone.

Know anything about it?

Um... You spent it?

No.

It's a mystery, then, isn't it?

It was there when you was helping at the laundrette.

And when you went, it was gone.

OK. That's a good story, Nan.

See you later.

Phil!

Denny...

LAUGHTER

Sorry about that. Got a bit...distracted.

What can I get you?

-Can I have a coffee, please? To take away.

-Of course.

You all right?

What have you brought me here for, Poppy?

-We're going to help you become church warden.

-Oh, no, not that again.

It was enough of a disaster yesterday and,

if it's all the same to you, I've decided to give it the elbow.

Oh, come on, Mrs B, we still think you can do it.

Well, don't think I don't appreciate your support.

But the reality is that Ms Quinn, she is the curate

to Mr Stevens, who is the vicar, and she's got his ear.

And you know how gullible he is with women.

I mean, look how he was after my Rose, Arthur.

-Yeah.

-And she has persuaded him that

the future of the church lies in it being modern.

Well, you're very modern, Mrs Branning.

Not according to Ms.

According to Ms, I'm a relic of the church, well-past my sell-by date.

Well, look, I made a promise to help you become church warden, right?

So I'm not going to let this Ms Quinn,

or any other little setback, derail me, right?

-Are you?

-Am I what?

Are you going to let yourself be derailed?

Oh, all right. No.

You see, that is the Mrs B I know and love.

Right, let's get started, then.

Yummy! Can Mummy have one?

Who's that, Lexi? Is it Pops? Who's that? Look! It is.

-Say hello, Pops!

-All right?

-Hiya, Pops.

-Managed to get any kip yet?

-Nah.

Lola, you're up feeding her two or three times a night.

-You're going to wear yourself out.

-I'm fine. Look at me.

I'm absolutely fine.

Yeah, you're fine now. But what about tonight?

Tomorrow night, and the night after that?

You've got to get some sleep, Lo.

Pops, I've had plenty of sleep, all right?

Haven't we, Lex? We've had plenty of sleep.

Yeah, I have.

He's a good boy, that Denny.

-He's obviously very fond of you.

-What are you on about?

Well, he reckons that you and him are great mates.

-Why do you think he thinks that?

-I don't care.

Is it because his mum thinks it?

-How's this got anything to do with you?

-Well, she thinks that

you and her might have another chance.

Why don't you do the right thing, Phil, and just put her straight?

I had it at lunchtime, did my shift, stopped off for a drink,

-and it was gone.

-Well...what are you saying? You...

No.

I'm worried sick about her.

Look what happened the last time I accused her, Mum. She's not a thief.

This is different. We've been here before.

-She's nothing like Rainie.

-Isn't she?

I wouldn't want to make the same mistakes again.

Well, thanks for your advice, Mum. But actually,

I don't recall you being much help when it came to Rainie.

In fact, I don't recall you being around at all, so...

What about her father? Why ain't he pulling his weight?

He's got his own family to worry about now, hasn't he?

Anyway, Mum, I don't want him sticking his nose in, you know?

I can manage on my own. I am managing.

Whatever you say.

You could've knocked.

-It's a surprise.

-I've got to work.

-You ain't working yet, are you?

Until then, you can kick back and relax. Come on. Bed.

Bed. Move it. I've done your favourite.

There you go.

Enjoy.

Got a present for you, an' all.

It's not all for you, but...

-Max...

-Babe, just open it. Go on.

See, look...

They're cute, ain't they?

Stickers. You stick 'em on, peel 'em off. Move them about.

Be nice, won't they, on the nursery wall?

-Yeah. They're perfect.

-I might get started on that nursery tomorrow.

But I just want to prove to you, you know.

I meant what I said. I'm going to look after my little family.

You're a good one, Max.

Enjoy your lunch, all right? And relax.

-No way!

-What?

-Gearbox bearing.

-Ooh!

-This is the worst job. I ain't doing this one on my own.

I think we're going to rock-paper-scissors this one, boys.

-THEY LAUGH

-That ain't fair!

I was under there. We need a warning system in place.

-Rules is rules. Enjoy that one.

-This is workplace bullying.

I'm having a word with the union.

-Oh, whatever!

-This what you call work, is it, mucking about?

-This what I pay you for, is it?

-It's OK. We had three jobs this morning,

the alignment on this one's almost done.

We'll have this service finished and the place swept before afternoon tea.

-And clean out the pit, an' all.

-It's clean.

-You want to argue with me?

-No. Clean out the pit.

-What are you talking...?

No-one goes until it's done.

-What was all that about?

-He's in one of his moods, ain't he?

-He's made me hungry. I need a snack after that.

-You read my mind.

-Shall we get chip butties?

-Who's going?

THEY LAUGH

-Well, that ain't fair, is it?

-Rules is rules.

-We need to have a word about these rules, cos this ain't right!

-Yeah, yeah.

-Nah, nah, this ain't right.

-Salt and vinegar, yeah?

What's that?

I knew you were... I knew.

Yes, but I already had a makeover, ain't I? Dotty done it.

She even made me get my ears pierced.

Mrs Branning, with all due respect,

makeovers are for teenage girls at slumber parties, right?

Did Hillary Clinton have a makeover?

Um, Maggie Thatcher? Jackie Kennedy?

No. They all had style.

And style is what wins hearts.

No-one cares what comes out of David Cameron's mouth,

as long as he looks good in a suit, you know,

and don't cheat on his wife.

-That... THAT is style.

-Who'd cheat on her? She is fit, man.

Look who it is! How you doing?

Hi, Lola. Hello, beautiful lady!

-She all right?

-Yeah, she's brilliant.

Right, listen... Any chance you can do a shift this afternoon?

Tanya can't come in and we are really heavy with late bookings.

I don't think I can, I've got a meeting with Trish.

Oh. Well, what about after that? I mean, anything you can do.

Who's going to have her? Pops is working.

Can I maybe bring her here?

You know I would love that,

but we've tightened up on Health and Safety, it's just not safe.

No, I understand. I'm going to have to say no.

I mean, I could really use the money, but I can't.

Oh, sweetie. Look, we'll figure something out, all right?

-We'll get you back in.

-Yeah. I'm really sorry.

-No. It's OK.

I totes understand.

..Mrs Branning, do you want to head upstairs, yeah?

-If you say so.

-I won't be a sec.

-Don't worry, all right?

-OK.

You little gorgeous girl, you! Ain't you so beautiful?

Ain't you so beautiful? Just like your mummy.

How long have we had this gin?

-Um, since I ordered it.

-What was wrong with the old one?

All the glasses came back empty, didn't they?

Why don't you sample the new one, Phil? Oh, no!

I'm sorry, I forgot. You can't, can you?

Any more helpful feedback, please put it in writing.

-You have been spending a lot of time alone recently, from what I've heard.

-You want a slap, or what?

-Go on. Try it.

-No-one's slapping anyone.

Janine, go and do what you've got to do in the office, yeah?

The suggestion box...

is right here, Philip.

You can keep it shut, an' all.

Oh, I've long given up telling you what to do.

Stuck in that house on your own, no less than you deserve. Excuse me.

How's, er, how's Dennis?

He's fine.

Is that it?

-What do you want?

-A bit more information would be nice.

Well, he misses you, if I'm honest.

He won't let me put milk on his cereal.

I can't do it like Phil does.

-He'd like to see you.

-Well, he's always welcome, you know that.

How about later? I mean, you can come an' all, if you like.

-Really?

-Yeah, of course. I'll get some grub in, some pop,

sausage rolls, whatever he wants.

-Be nice for all of us.

-You serious?

-Why wouldn't I be?

-Well, I'll put it to Denny.

-All right.

Has Lauren been in?

-All right, Tan?

-Hi.

-You OK?

-Yeah, fine.

-Good. Um, just pay for those, please.

-She was in earlier.

-OK, thanks.

-Who?

-No-one.

-Well, she just said that...

-It's none of your business.

-Yeah, all right.

-All right.

Mum's looking for you.

-What a surprise!

-She's only looking out for you, Lauren.

Does she not know that I am an adult?

Oh, really? So that isn't a sick stain on your shirt?

OK, fair point.

Why did you become so grown-up?

-You mean boring?

-No, I don't.

I mean... I don't know, you always seem to make the right decisions.

Yeah, and so do you.

Sometimes.

Occasionally. But you are trying.

I stole £20 out of Nan's purse.

What? When?

-Yesterday.

-Why?

I don't know. I didn't even think about it.

I just saw it, it was there...

Here we are.

What do you want me to say, Abi?

Why do you keep doing this, when things are going well?

Are you stupid?

Does she know?

I reckon.

-Does Mum?

-PHONE RINGS

I'm guessing so, cos that's, like, the 15th time she's tried to call me.

You going to give it back?

Not exactly.

Why not?

Because I spent it.

What on?

Does it matter?

Drink?

Yes, all right, Abi, I...

I get it. I'm stupid.

Please don't be mad at me.

Well, you've got to give it back.

I think we've established

that I don't have it.

You will.

DOORBELL RINGS

-Hey!

-Phil!

-Hi, mate. OK? You ready to race?

-Yeah!

-Go on, then, get your jacket off. Everything's set up.

-Go and get yourself a sausage roll and a drink, yeah?

-Cool!

-Hi.

-Hi.

And how's she sleeping?

Yeah, brilliant. I mean, I watched her all night.

-She barely even moved.

-All night? You didn't sleep?

Yeah, I had about an hour. But I sleep right next to her,

so I would have heard if anything was wrong.

-Does that happen often, that you don't sleep?

-Er...

Yeah, I suppose it does.

And you've got her all day today?

-Yeah.

-Lola, have you ever heard the expression,

-"It takes a village to raise a child"?

-No.

It's an old African proverb.

It basically means that looking after a child isn't just

the mother's responsibility. It's everyone's.

No, I don't need help raising her. I can do it.

I am doing it. Look at her, you've seen her, she's happy, ain't she?

-What more do you want?

-Nothing.

You're doing a wonderful job. I'm really pleased.

But you can't do it all.

You can't sit up and watch her sleep

and then care for her during the day and work enough to support her.

It's not possible for one person to do all that.

You're allowed to ask for help.

-Yes, I know, but I don't need it.

-We all need it.

It's just a fact of motherhood. We all need help. And that's OK.

Are you using your care plan?

-No. Not really.

-Use it.

You have people willing to help. Use them.

Give yourself time to rest, or work, or sleep.

You're the most important person in Lexi's life and you always will be.

But...if you try to do it all, you'll struggle.

You won't be able to be the amazing mum Lexi deserves,

and that I know you can be.

And that's a fact.

-Are you ready?

-Yes. Ready. Ready. Ready.

Let's see it, Mrs B!

Ooh, look at you! You are looking class!

Well, I ain't quite sure about the trousers, you know,

cigarette legs. I mean, is it quite appropriate in church?

-Oh, no, this is what all the modern women are wearing.

-Are they?

-Yeah, this is THE look.

Definitely. You, little miss, are a genius.

And you, Mrs B, you have got it in the bag.

-It's beautiful.

-Do you really think so?

-No doubt.

-Go on, go on!

-I don't understand any of this. How is it fun?

Don't knock it till you've tried it.

-Yay!

-Yay!

-Here, my go now.

There's me thinking you got it for Denny, and you got it for yourself.

-I need the loo.

-You know where it is, darling.

-I appreciate this.

-Well, kids and computer games.

-Ain't rocket science, is it?

-You'd be surprised.

Not many people know how to handle a six-year-old boy.

Something special.

You know, it's not the same in the B&B. It's lonely.

Well, for Denny.

-Is it?

-Yeah. He misses being here, Phil.

Does he?

Really misses it.

No...

Is that what this is about, Sharon, eh?

-Is that part of your plan, using Dennis to get back in here?

-No.

You plotted that one out nicely, didn't you?

Denny! Come on!

Sharon, I asked you to leave here for a reason.

Those pills, remember? So give it up. Cos it's embarrassing.

Oh, I'm well and truly giving it up, don't you worry.

Denny! Come on, we're leaving.

-Why?

-Because I said so. Now, go and get your coat.

I did this for my son, Phil. No other reason.

-Are you serious?

-Well, you said if I ever needed anything...

Well, yeah, but I didn't mean money.

What DID you mean?

-Cuddles and support.

-THEY LAUGH

-Sorry, Jay. I didn't catch that! What did you say?

-Shut up!

-I don't need cuddles. I need £20.

-Hugs, innit? Go on!

-Don't worry about it, Abi. Shall we just go?

-No.

He's meant to be there for me, he's going to be there for me.

-I've only got a tenner, anyway.

-Make up the rest in cuddles, then!

Don't think you're getting out of it. Open your wallet.

-We're saving for this holiday...

-Open it.

All right, you can have a fiver.

Dex, I can see a 20 in there.

-Yeah, but that's my walking around money, man.

-Come on. Come on!

Boys, thank you.

PHONE RINGS

Hello, Mum...

Yeah, I'm just on my way now.

Have you got any idea how I'm going to pay this?

Sure.

Thank you. You're not boring!

I think you're amazing.

Abi Branning, bruv. She's definitely my cousin, you know.

Original gangster.

KNOCK ON DOOR

All right? Would you mind Lexi?

Just look after her for a bit. It won't be for long,

but I've been offered this shift at the salon and, well,

I really need the money. I know it's short notice,

but there is a care plan and you did say that...

If you don't want to do it, don't worry.

-How long?

-Till half seven?

Please, Phil. I'm desperate.

-Yeah, all right.

-Really?

-Yeah.

-What, you don't mind?

I said so, didn't I?

Brilliant. Oh, right. Well, nappies are in here, wipes, her dinner.

She's due that at six. And she's got a snack which she's due now.

Yeah, yeah. I know what I'm doing, thanks.

Of course you do... Thanks.

Result!

Back with Granddad Phil? Is it time for a snack, is it?

Well, I've got something you're going to like. Yes, I have.

What's that, then? What about that? Yeah!

I thought you'd like that. Let's get your special bowl, shall we?

Where's your special bowl? Where's your special bowl?

Is that you, darling?

Yeah.

Can you come in here, please?

Good luck.

Any more jokes about washing and I'm straight back out.

-I thought you were only nipping out for a coffee.

-What, have I got a curfew now?

-No. No, of course not.

-Good. Cos I am an adult now.

I know, I know.

So, you had a good day yesterday at the laundrette?

-Mm-hm.

-Get on all right with your nan?

-Yeah.

-Good. Good.

-Yeah, she said you were a big help.

-Did she?

-Yeah.

But...?

Um...

She mentioned that she had £20 in her purse, and now she hasn't.

I just wondered if you knew anything about that? I hate to ask, honestly.

-No, it's OK.

-But it's just, your nan,

she's got history with this sort of thing, so...

What's that supposed to mean?

It's just...

I just mean that...

a lot of things used to go missing when Rainie wasn't very well.

-Nan thinks I'm like Rainie?

-No.

-Rainie is a drug addict!

-What, she thinks I'm like her?

-Of course not. No. I just... I think

maybe you and I should just spend the rest of the day together, here...

Hold on...

-Is that what YOU think of me?

-No.

What... You... This is...

You're supposed to be my mum!

I don't even know why I bother TRYING to do the right thing.

-Lauren...

-How many times, Mum?!

-I'm so sorry. Honestly.

No. You accused me when your pills

went missing, didn't you? KNOCK ON DOOR

-And how did that work out for you?

-'I'll get it!'

-Not very well.

But, oh, no, you decide to do it again.

Cos I'm such a lost cause, you're bound to be right eventually.

-No, Lauren, stay here.

-As if I'm going to stay here with you!

-I don't want you to go out.

All right, Abs, your mum in?

What was all that about earlier? You know, Kirsty's having a rough time,

-and you bite her head off for asking a question.

-What are you talking about?

-I'm trying to be sensitive about this baby stuff. You ain't making it easy.

-I'll leave you to it.

-No.

Why not?

Well, yeah, why not?

You were going to help me with the pots at the back.

-I'm just going for a walk.

-There's nothing wrong with a walk, is there?

-No, of course not.

-Good. See you later.

-See you later.

She's only going out for a walk.

-You all right?

-Yeah, I'm fine. You?

-Yeah.

Where do you want me?

-Vodka, please.

-I don't think I can.

This is a pub, ain't it? Or am I mistaken?

No, this IS a pub.

-Well, then, Kirsty...

-Lauren!

-Can I have a vodka, please?

-I can't serve you!

-Why?

-I promised your mum.

-So?

-Let's just go home.

No, no, wait... You're going to let that woman boss you about?

She hates you. She actually hates you, Kirsty!

-Lauren!

-What? No, I am not going home to her!

Yeah, well, I can't serve you here.

All right, well, I'll just get someone else

to get me the drink, then, won't I?

-Boys?

-I'm sorry, Lauren, but I can't help you.

-Why? What, are you scared of her?

-A little bit, yeah.

-Quite a lot, actually.

-A lot.

This... This ain't the only place you can get a drink.

-Look, cuz...

-Lauren...

-Leave me alone!

-Just come home.

-Shall we just clear things up, eh, Abi?

I... I'm going to have a drink, all right?

In fact, I might have several drinks.

And if I do eventually get home, I intend to be drunk!

Why do you have to be so mean?!

Is it so much to ask that you just come home and be with your family?

Please, Lauren! Are we that bad?

Am I that bad?

-Just go home, Abi.

-Please, Lauren...

-Just go home!

-Lauren? Lauren, you all right?

Lauren?

No...

No, I'm not all right.

SHE SOBS

Joey! Can you help me with the bins, please?

It's all right, babe,

-it's all right.

-Please.

-Just one second, please, Luce.

Off for a drink, are we? It's a bit of a late start for you, isn't it?

Usually on, what, half a dozen by now?

Lucy. Just leave it, please, yeah?

Yes, Lucy. Do as you're told.

Oh, I will.

I'll do exactly what I'm told. I'll do whatever he asks.

-Let's just go.

-You know what? I'm actually a bit of a novelty for him.

Not being related.

Lauren!

Do you want to push me, Lucy?!

-You really want to push me?

-No!

-What are you doing, Lauren? Put it down.

-Stop!

You don't get to tell me what to do!

Nobody gets to tell me what to do!

Lauren! Lauren!

Lauren!

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