31/05/2013 EastEnders

There was a time we used to just argue about the kids, didn't we?

This is how things should be, Tan, you know.

-Us just doing what's best for the kids. Together.

-Yeah.

Bye, then.

See you later. Right, you.

See you later. Can I get a high five?

Love you.

See you soon.

No, no, no, we need to go. Come on, we need to go home, Lauren.

Get off me, Abi. I just want a drink.

I just want a drink, OK?

Lauren Branning?

We'd like to speak to you about an incident that happened a few minutes ago with Lucy Beale.

No, there's no incident. I wanted a drink and she wouldn't serve me one. So, if anything, arrest her.

-Let's not worry about a drink. Let's go and have a chat, yeah?

-Get off me! Don't touch me.

-OK.

-Lauren Branning, I'm arresting you...

-Don't touch me!

-Ow!

-..for assaulting Lucy Beale, and for criminal damage. You do not have to say anything,

-but it may harm your defence...

-Get off me!

-..something which you later rely on in court.

I only wanted a drink! Ow!

Where you off to?

Not sure. We'll just see where it takes us, won't we, little Scarlett?

I'm going to miss you, little one. Yes, I will.

We can stay here if you like.

No, I couldn't do that.

Honestly, it's no bother.

No, no, no, you go.

We both know how much she loves her walks, don't we?

Yes!

It's just amazing to know that she's in such great hands.

You're a godsend.

Bye.

Mum, Lauren's been arrested!

-What?

-Yeah, yeah, just now in the Vic.

She punched Lucy in the face and broke the window of the caff.

-What? Is she drunk or what?

-No, Kirsty wouldn't serve her.

Oscar, Oscar, turn that off. We're going out.

Hello, Mum, it's me.

I'm going to drop Oscar round to you and I'll explain later, OK?

I'll ring Dad.

No. No. Just let me speak to Lauren first, all right?

We might not need to worry him. Come on.

Look, see you tomorrow, yeah?

-What happened there?

-Lauren.

-What did she do?

-Smashed the window. Started in there.

-I don't know the details.

-Why?

I said I don't know the details.

-How's the car going?

-Fine.

-It's amazing.

Some people see an old banger and just think, "It's not worth the effort. I'll just buy a new one."

What's wrong with that?

YOU see hard work, a few new parts, a cut and polish,

boom bam bam, some serious Ps.

-Can you stop it?

-Ps is money, though, innit?

-Mum, can you just stop it?

-But I'm jokes, though, innit, cuz?

What's wrong with you, Mum? We're in public, man.

All right, Ava. Dexter.

-Come on.

-I'll see you at home or something.

-Well, when was this?

-About 20 minutes ago.

-Why didn't you tell me?

Well, I thought Tanya would've done. Come on, then.

-Babe, don't be stupid. You're working, ain't you? You stay here.

-No, I'll get cover. This is family.

-I just want to talk to her.

-I'm sorry.

But she's my daughter. Surely I've got some sort of right to see her.

I know, I'm sorry but you don't have any right to see her.

You see, she's an adult.

So as far as the law's concerned, you're just another person.

-But I'm her mother!

-She's been arrested and she's in custody for assault and criminal damage.

That means no visitors.

-Right, well, when CAN I see her, then?

-When she's been questioned.

-Shouldn't be more than a couple of hours.

-A couple of hours. Right, great. So what do I do till then?

What's the deal with this outfit? Shocking pink?

Can't you dress her in something a little less horrific?

That's borderline abuse.

-SCARLETT SNEEZES

-Bless you.

So, about tomorrow, can we do earlier? Cos I can't.

-I've got an appointment.

-What do you mean, tomorrow?

What do you mean, what do I mean? I want to see her tomorrow, I'm her dad.

That's what dads do - they see their children every day.

Don't they, darling? They see them every day. You're a godsend.

DOOR CLOSES

All right? How's your day been?

-It was OK.

-Will this help?

-Yes!

-There you go. Whit?

Oh, yes. Thanks.

How about going shopping with me?

Buy yourself a new dress.

-Really?

-Race you to the market.

-You coming?

-Yeah.

-OK.

-You all right? I want to see Lauren Branning, please.

-Who are you?

-Her dad.

-She's been arrested and is in custody.

-What does that mean?

-We can't see her.

-All right, Tan? Thanks for the phone call(!)

-I've only just got here myself.

That's great - finding out second hand my daughter's been arrested. Thanks.

Thought we'd moved on from all that.

-I was in a hurry, all right?

-Oh, you were in a hurry?

-Yes.

So where's Oscar? Where is he? What - is he with your mum?

You had time to call her, drop him off,

-but couldn't find time to let me know Lauren's been nicked.

-You're here now!

-Abi could've told me. I just want to know.

-You're here now and we're thrilled to have you, true to form,

telling me what I've done wrong, sticking your nose in.

-Sticking my nose in, Tan? I'm her dad!

-Yes!

-You don't get to decide what's important and what ain't.

-I know, and I would have called you...

Will you stop? Will you stop fighting?

We are supposed to be here for Lauren,

not to yell and scream at each other, all right?

So you over there. And you here.

And shut up until we know something.

-Why couldn't we stay at Phil's?

-Because I said so.

-I was having fun.

Well, we had fun at the playground, didn't we?

-I want to play at Phil's.

-Well, we can't play at Phil's.

-Why?

-Because I said so, Denny!

Now, go on. Go upstairs and wash your hands. Please.

Had a rough day?

Look, I'm only making conversation.

Not great.

Well, that's not going to drink itself.

Thanks.

-No, thanks.

-Go on.

I said I don't want one.

Lucy Beale and Joey Branning to see Officer Peyton about the assault by Lauren Branning.

Lucy Beale and Joey Branning here.

And we want to do everything to make sure she's charged.

Lucy, come away, I don't want you near them.

-What?

-Lucy, just come away. I don't want you talking to them, OK?

-I don't even want you in the same room as them.

-Do me a favour, Ian.

And Max, I'd advise you not to speak to Lucy or Joey.

-They're witnesses - it's not appropriate.

-Right, you an' all Joey, yeah?

This is how you look after your family, is it? Grassing 'em up.

You all right, Lucy?

No, she's not, Tanya. Joey, take her further away, please.

-What? Are you serious?

-Just go.

-Dad, I'm fine.

-Go.

-Ian, it's a schoolyard scrap, all right? She'll be fine.

-No.

What?

Is she actually all right?

Well, she's been released by the hospital. They don't think there's going to be any concussion,

-but we've got to keep an eye on her. They might have to do some scans.

-Scans! What you talking about?

We won't know until the bruising goes down, OK? There might be some scarring.

-We're really sorry about all of this. Really sorry.

-It's a black eye, Ian. A black eye.

-Waste of time.

-I think the police will see it like I do -

an unprovoked, violent attack and criminal damage.

-Sorry, are you joking?

-Just be quiet, Max.

No, let him talk, Tanya. It's not going to change anything.

Your daughter's a thug and she's going to go down for what she's done to Lucy.

-You having a laugh?

-Will you shut up?

-It's a scratch.

-Come on, Max.

-I'll have a word with her in a bit, sort it out.

-Dad!

-No, darling.

-Well, it's only a chat.

-No, don't say anything to her.

Max, please, promise me you're not going to say anything to her. I'm dealing with this.

-You'll only make things worse. I'm handling it, all right?

-How are you handling it?

Just promise me. Promise me you won't say anything to her.

All right, yeah, I promise. I promise.

Going for a cigarette.

Hey. Hello! How'd you go?

-We had a lovely time.

-Oh, good. Whereabouts?

-We just went round the market.

-That's funny. I went into the cafe. I didn't see you.

Anyway...

What's this?

Booty's Pamper Package? I don't understand.

It's the least I can do.

-Janine, no, please. It's too much.

-Alice, I just want to say thank you

for everything you've done for me and Scarlett.

You deserve it.

Ooh, shall we go and change that stinky nappy?

Coffee. Ooh, and one of those buns, please.

I'd avoid them if I was you. A bit dry.

Sorry, Marie.

-Was anybody asking you?

-Just call it community service.

I'll have two, actually.

Make that three.

Sorry, is something funny?

Is he giving you grief?

No, I'm OK. Thank you, Marie.

Could you do me a favour and take Oscar over to the laundrette for me?

-Yeah.

-He'd love one of them buns.

Go on, darling, go with Aunty Ava.

Nana will be a minute, OK?

Normally I'd get pink, but I wonder if I'm growing out of pink.

-So maybe I should say no to the pink one.

-You made notes?

Don't get a new dress every day, Whit. I want to get it right.

Now that I'm ten, I think I should be going for something more mature.

There was the navy...

which was classy. But was it as nice as the black?

Well, it's definitely down to one of them.

Could you just make up your mind, Tiffany? Get the stupid dress and go home!

Sorry.

Thanks.

Thank you.

She'll be OK.

Oh, what, you know her that well, do you?

She will be.

Oh, Abi, what if she goes down for this, eh?

What am I meant to do? What else can I do?

Why didn't you ring Dad?

-Eh? Well, we didn't have time, did we?

-There was loads of time.

Cos I knew he'd do this. I knew he'd make things worse, wading in.

Why did you just let her go?

-She's a grown woman, Abi.

-No, you didn't want Dad to know you weren't coping, so you just let her go.

-I am coping, thank you.

-Why won't you just let him help you, Mum?

-Abi, I don't have to answer to you.

-Why? Why will you not let Dad help you?

He loves his kids. You know that.

Yes. Yes I do, thank you, Kirsty.

Listen to me. He loves them. It's not fair on anyone to freeze him out.

-Why are you even here?

-Well, you don't like me?

That's fine - I'll get over it - but don't take it out on Max.

You'll just end up punishing the kids.

Oh, hello, are you giving me parenting advice?

-Mum. Mum, Mum.

-Are you?

-Just leave it.

Is Phil OK?

If you want to say, "I told you so," Shirley, just say it and leave me in peace.

Oh, you really think I want to see another woman chewed up by Phil Mitchell? Cos I don't.

You're quite bitter, aren't you?

Yeah. I've got reason to be.

Well, I don't do bitter, I'm afraid. If I make a mistake, I live with it.

Oh. So this was your mistake?

Well, missed our moment, end of.

So you slipped up?

Look, I don't know, but one minute you're in the master bedroom,

the next minute you're here.

I mean, what happened?

-DENNIS:

-Mum!

-Hang on, darling.

< Mum!

-Denny, what happened?

-The tap went wrong.

Come on, let's get you dried off.

Will you do me a favour while you're up there?

Have a little think.

About all the things you did for Phil. And what he did for you.

Come on. Let's get you dried off.

"Can't do tomorrow. Sorry." No reason?

-Did you tell her?

-No, I didn't.

Well, then, I find it peculiar. Also confusing.

Cos I was under the impression that we had an arrangement.

-I can't do it any more.

-This is the thing, Alice, it's not about you.

It's about her, isn't it? It's about a girl seeing her father.

And by saying, "I can't do it any more," you're depriving that girl of seeing her father.

And that's a ghastly thing to do, innit? It's a ghastly thing to do - don't you agree?

-How does it make you feel?

-Obviously it's not what I want to do.

You surprise me, Alice.

You of all people - you should know what that does to someone.

Yeah?

So I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?

In the park. As we agreed.

Good girl.

Did you think that bun was dry, Oscar?

Me neither.

-What happened with Lauren?

-Quite a show.

Kicked off in the pub. Decked Lucy Beale, as far as I can gather.

How's everything with Sam?

All right. Apart from the fact that he exists.

There was nothing wrong with them buns, by the way. I don't know what he was on about.

Dexter's not happy about him being around, is he?

Dexter never wants to see him again.

Can't say I blame him. What about you?

Same.

Why don't you just tell him to go?

Don't you think I've tried? He just seems to have some happy family fantasy reunion

stuck in his head for some reason.

Why would he have that idea stuck in his head?

Because he's a maniac.

I have told him I don't want him around.

Don't seem to have got the message, does he? How clear were you?

I was clear.

And then...he didn't leave.

And then...

..I nearly kissed him.

-See? I don't know why I bother telling you anything.

-You want me to be happy about it?

Well, I'm not proud, am I? I mean, what sort of woman does that?

-After what he did to me...

-So?

So...

it's like I hear him laugh

and then all of a sudden it's 1993

and I'm in some squat in Croydon.

Romantic(!)

We were happy.

And then he left you.

Pathetic, innit? I spend my life trying to give girls self-esteem -

trying to teach them that they're more than

what some bloke thinks of them - and then he laughs and...

It shouldn't even cross my mind. But every time I hear it...

You forget what he did to you.

Well, he reckons that's all your fault.

I beg your pardon?

He reckons because I was abandoned, I had so many issues that we never stood a chance.

Fine. You want to give him another shot? Good luck to you.

I don't want to give him another shot.

Right. Then tell him to go.

Come on, darling. Nana wash your hands.

Want a mint?

Yeah, she's proper cracked you one there, ain't she?

It's all right, Lucy, I know. You can't talk to me, can you?

I remember Jack cracked me one like that when I was a kid.

I pushed him off his bike.

He got up, took a swing at me, caught me right there.

I mean, we used to fight all the time

but you weren't allowed to punch each other in the face.

So that was it - I had him.

Ran in, showed my dad, told him what happened, and I won.

Jack got a right thrashing.

Mind you, I think I knew, though.

Soon as I told my dad, the rules had changed.

Me and Jack - it weren't just about us any more.

No, it was like we weren't brothers.

How long you and Lauren been mates?

-Long time.

-Yeah, it has been a long time, ain't it?

Nah, you're all right. Keep those.

I'm going to go with the blue one.

-I really don't think she's going to want it.

-Well, we can try.

When she feels like talking to me, I'll go up and I'll apologise to her.

-I don't get it. It was your idea to go shopping in the first place.

-I know.

-I know, all right? And I'm sorry.

-All right.

-Thanks.

-See how we get on with this.

Er, yeah, hello. I'd like to make an appointment.

Jackson. Carol.

Yeah, that's fine. Who's that with?

Dr Arthur. OK, thanks.

Is he all dry now?

For now.

-You know what you're doing with him, don't you?

-I'm his mum.

Blonde slapper. That's what I thought when I first met you.

But you're not that bad, really.

I'm still not convinced about you, Shirley.

So, did you have a think?

I'm not reducing my relationship with Phil

to a pro and con list, Shirley.

All those things you did for him with Lexi.

Pretending to be his fiancee. Doing everything he asked you to do,

even down to the christening. And then...

Then you make one mistake...

-A big one.

-..and you end up in a poxy B&B with your son.

And in his twisted mind,

he makes you feel like it's all your fault.

And then you're killing yourself with the guilt. Am I getting warm?

Everything you done for him...

What's in the other column?

Look, Sharon, I'm on your side.

Like I said, Shirley, if I make a mistake, I live with it.

Yeah, and you're the one that has to go. But it never happens to him, though, does it?

All the things that I went through with him -

not just the drink.

If it had been just the drink, it would have been a doddle.

But we both know what it's like in Phil Mitchell's life, don't we?

He gets you.

And then he takes every little bit of good that is inside of you.

And then he's done.

Doesn't seem fair, does it?

I told you to leave her alone. This is a criminal investigation.

-I didn't say anything, did I?

-Have you talked to her?

-I had a chat with her. I didn't say anything.

-You promised!

-That is witness intimidation.

-Yeah, right.

-Just relax.

-It's all going in Lucy's statement.

-Lauren's going down.

-You promised you wouldn't talk to her.

-I didn't say anything.

I banged on about when I was a kid, gave her a mint. I don't even remember what I said.

Lauren could go to prison for this. Do you not understand how serious this is?

-She ain't going to go to prison, all right? Trust me.

-You wonder why I don't tell you things?

-Why I don't call you and get you involved?

-Why's that?

-This is why!

Lauren's my daughter! You don't get to chose when I'm involved.

-You don't listen! You just barge straight in...

-Don't matter what's best for Lauren

as long as you get what you want. What sort of mum shuts the dad out completely?

-Cos that's what you're trying to do, Tan. You're trying to exclude me.

-You give me no choice!

You pick and pick and nothing I do is right. You make everything harder.

-It has to stop. This has to stop.

-Is that right?

-It does, yes.

-I think he's right.

-What?!

You provoked her, Lucy. We all saw it.

-She hit me.

-You asked me what I thought.

OK? I've told you. It ain't right.

If you're the kind of person that can do that to one of your friends, that's fine, Luce.

But you're on your own.

-MAX:

-You didn't want me to know you're struggling.

-I'm not struggling.

-Yes, you are.

-I'm not struggling. I'm not.

-I'm not pressing charges.

-You what?

-What do you mean?

-She doesn't mean it.

-You don't know what you're saying.

-I'm not pressing charges or making a statement. Neither's Joey.

-We are the only witnesses.

-Is that true, Joey?

Yeah.

Thank you, Lucy, thank you.

-I want an apology.

-You will get one.

I'll tell the policeman.

-Why are you doing this?

-It doesn't seem right.

Hello?

-JEAN:

-I know, but Ian loves it.

He's going to create a whole meal around it with a poached egg on top or something.

Do you know anyone that likes it, Let alone knows how to pronounce it?

Is it celery-ac, as in celery...ac?

Or celeriac? I don't know!

SAM AND JEAN LAUGH SAM: Don't look at me!

-I'll catch you tomorrow, yeah?

-Yeah.

Recovered from that bun yet?

I want you to leave.

Give it a minute and I'll be in there.

I mean, leave Walford.

I've only just got here.

Go, Sam. We don't want you here.

-We?

-Dexter can't stand you.

Dexter's a boy.

And every time he looks at you, he just sees the man who walked out on him.

And what do YOU see, Ava?

I want you to go.

Say it again.

Like you mean it.

I want you to go.

I don't think you do.

Look, you walked out on us, yeah? You disappeared.

And we got by. We managed. Me and Dexter.

We don't need anyone else. We don't WANT anyone else.

I think you do.

How many more times? We don't want you here!

Dexter doesn't want you here. I don't want you here.

No-one wants you here!

Lauren, come here, darling. Come here.

I'm really sorry, Mum.

It's OK.

They've given me a caution.

It's OK. Everything's going to be all right.

How?

Stick your nose in.

Come here.

It's going to be all right, OK? It's going to be all right.

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