02/07/2013 EastEnders

-BILLY:

-Janine, I'm here.

I'm here!

Blimey, what do you want me to do? Text you a photo?

Meantime, my tea's on the table at home, getting cold.

Yes. I've been in and out about half a dozen times already.

Well, if you want me to stick a flag on my head

and turn the sound system up, I can do that.

Reticent?

Yes. Yes, I do know what "reticent" means, actually, Janine.

I can do "reticent", thank you very much.

So, are you actually coming back, Janine?

All right. OK.

Message received and understood.

Listen, Janine, just...

Look, I know it's not my place and call me old fashioned,

but all this messing him about...

Why don't you just call Michael and tell him where you are?

And where's the fun in that?

Michael doesn't do straight talking.

The truth brings him out in a rash.

Speak to you later.

TICKING

TIMER BUZZES

No pressure. Absolutely no pressure.

It's just a souffle.

It's not JUST a souffle, is it? I mean, it's on the specials board

and it's got a unique selling point - you know, "share a souffle".

You did make sure that your mixing bowl was absolutely spotless, didn't you?

Jean, just relax.

-Oh!

-Oh, for crying out loud!

You! You...

I... Oh, never mind.

Never mind?! That looked like it had risen!

Well, better luck next time.

I'm not made of money.

-Look, Jean, I know you're doing your best, OK?

-Yeah.

But next time maybe do an individual one.

You know, look... Size doesn't matter, does it?

I'm disappointed in you, Bill. This is my disappointed face.

I find your intransigence frustrating.

You either know where she is, Billy, or you don't know where she is.

All right, all right, keep your hair on, will you?

I'm just trying to be, you know...reticent.

-What was that?

-Reticent.

Yeah!

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, course you are. Course you are.

I like you, Bill.

-You know I've always had a very soft spot for you.

-Yeah.

-Yeah.

You know that, right?

I'm confused. I don't know what to make of it all.

I suppose that's all I'm saying.

You and me both neither!

I was halfway through my egg and chips.

-Hmm.

-It's women, though, right?

-Is it?

-Like to keep you on your toes.

Yeah.

They do. That's right.

Never mind. Out of sight, out of mind.

That's got to be the way forward, ain't it?

Out of sight, out of mind.

She knows where I am - Janine. She knows where I am.

If she's going to let me see my daughter again, she can just get in contact with me.

Thanks for that, Bill.

Luxley Hotel.

That's where Janine is. Luxley Hotel.

You know it, apparently.

-Do I?

-She says that you do.

Does she?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, I do.

Very good room service, as I recall.

Look, she's checking out tonight. I don't know where she's going.

Somewhere foreign, presumably, this time of year.

Shouldn't be too hard to get a replacement passport.

Thanks, Bill.

-Hi!

-Hi.

-Gin and tonic, please, Tracey.

-OK.

-And whatever Cora's having.

-OK.

SHIRLEY: I know that look.

H-H-He managed to get it out of me.

He knows where you're staying.

What else is he going to do, eh?

He just jumped straight into a cab.

Reticent. When does Billy Mitchell use a word like "reticent"?

He's a weapons-grade moron.

That is so her word.

She has got replacement passports, through.

Isn't that all the more reason to go to the hotel? For Scarlett's sake?

Are you deaf or just thick?

I must be. Seeing as I'm sat here talking to you.

You've spent every single day since Janine took Scarlett trying to find out where they are.

Now you know and you're not going because...Janine wants you to?

Oh, brilliant. Lucky Scarlett.

No, it's not that. She's trying to set me up, Alice. She's trying to punish me.

For what? Because she thought I was her friend?

-That's a really dumb question.

-Don't talk to me like that.

-Let me walk you through it again.

She really resents me because I wasn't there for them when...

When Scarlett was born, you know, I kind of disappeared for a bit.

And deep down inside, she realises that Scarlett loves me so much more.

And in the final analysis,

she realises she's an awful mother.

Marriage is...

It's complicated.

Fine. Whatever. It's not even any of my business.

I was just Scarlett's childminder whenever you had something better to do.

And I loved her.

But what do I know?

I'm not as experienced or as toxic as you, am I, Michael?

In my world, in the real world, there's only one reason a woman wants a man to chase after her.

-I don't like playing games.

-Really?

Because it seems to me that you and Janine get off on them

just as much as each other.

And, you know, for Scarlett's sake, the least you can do is win.

SHE SIGHS

PHONE RINGS

It's harassment.

I think it's sexual harassment.

Blowing hot and cold. Keeping tabs on me all the time.

I mean, yesterday he was so horrible to me.

He's overwhelmed with...

..feelings. Ugh!

Isn't he?

I mean, no wonder my souffle's sloppy. I can't concentrate.

So...your horoscope said that the moon was in Uranus.

Does that mean, "Beware of Ian Beale in the kitchen"?

No! My horoscope said...

Here. "Be on the lookout for little treats. They could signal romance."

-And Ian Beale gave you a glass of wine?

-Yes. And called it a "little treat".

Give us them back. I don't want you misunderstanding my bourbons.

No, you're not winking at me, are you, Shirley?

-Ian Beale winked at you?

-Yes!

And praising me and flattering me and squeezing my hand.

-I've not had a wink in years.

-It was a twitch.

-It's a worry.

-DENISE:

-Shirley!

Hardly surprising, is it?

I know that Ian and I share mental health issues and a love of cooking,

but I swear, Shirley, I've never given Ian Beale one iota of encouragement.

Shirley Carter, if you're back there scoffing them biscuits, they are coming out of your wages.

Yes, your highness. Two minutes, your highness.

I mean, how difficult and demanding do you think it is living with her?

-Poor fella just needs a bit of comfort.

-Shirley!

You've got to slap him down, Jean.

I've got some shrapnel for you.

Yes. I'm sure you have.

But I think you'll find that a good name is rather to be chosen than great riches.

And loving favour, than silver or gold.

That is Proverbs. Chapter 22, verse one.

Sorry, Dot.

You know, lying always catches up with you.

But it'll pass. They'll find something else to talk about.

Do you know that Cora? She actually come into the launderette

specially to tell me, on account of my not knowing nothing about it.

I mean, why should I? Weren't none of my business. Nor hers.

So said to her, I said,

"Let he who is without sin cast the first stone".

So you keep your head held up.

And don't you mope.

You've got to eat.

And if you want to give me back them little bootees,

you could always post them through my letterbox.

Cos there's a woman at my church, Maureen -

she does the flowers and her daughter's expecting.

A little grandson.

So...

This is nice, innit?

Pubs ain't the same since they stopped letting you smoke in 'em.

What, all that breathing clean air and drinking?

Still, you've done well, though, haven't you? Giving up smoking.

Thank you. You got a little gold star you can give me?

I think...

maybe some people just don't have that much in common.

Right.

My thoughts exactly.

It's...a personality kind of thing.

I'VE always found honesty is the best policy.

If you want to say something, just go ahead and say it.

Yeah, I will. It's not just about Tanya.

Your sister Rainie's the same.

Not one of you can pick a decent fella.

Like a well-oiled machine. You know what I like, Jean?

Just you and me together on our own doing the business.

-You know what I like about you?

-No.

Your enthusiasm. You're eager to please.

You don't have these nights off

and throw in the towel like the others.

You're like my right hand, only better.

Well, what did you tell him?

I just said what you told me to say.

Well, you obviously didn't say it right.

Janine, I'm just a normal bloke, all right? I don't understand what you're doing.

-I don't understand how I could say it in any other way.

-Fine.

Fine. You go back and you tell Michael he blew it, all right?

You tell him he will never have another chance

with Scarlett. His daughter. He will never see her again.

You tell him that.

MICHAEL: You can tell me yourself. DOOR CLOSES

This is the part in the film where you leave, Bill.

Yeah. Yeah, right.

I'll, erm, be on me way, then.

-Oh, Billy.

-Yeah?

You're fired.

I think you probably lost the right to tell me what to do

over 40 years ago.

Yes, every time.

But just cos you went out and got yourself an education, lady,

that don't mean you've got any common sense.

It's none of my business who you drop your knickers for.

But if I can find out, don't you think Dexter's going to get wind of it?

You and I might not have anything in common, Ava,

but me and my grandson, we're friends.

I think you've got a choice.

End it with Sam or tell Dexter the truth.

Then, what do I know?

I'm just the woman who gave birth to you.

Quite frankly, that's another compromising position

I could have done without.

I said to her, I said, "Lola, I am the official manager now."

You are the official manager.

So I said, "Lola, roots? Really?"

What kind of image are we presenting?

Like, er...hairdressers that can't do hair properly.

Exactly, and how many people want hairdressers that don't dye their own hair properly?

-Hi, a white wine spritzer with a dash of lime, please.

-And an orange juice.

What did Lola say?

She said all kinds of things in the stock room, cos I heard her.

-You've got to let that pass.

-I did. I did. I let that pass.

But, you know, time-keeping, now that is where I'm drawing the line.

She's not going to like that.

No, she did not like that. And, you know, I don't blame her.

These things, they can easily become a habit.

Like, if I don't put all my little bits out by my shoes the night before,

I ain't going to sleep, Alice, you know? Cos I think I'll forget 'em.

I think that's a good habit, but anyway, I'm not being mean, yeah?

But you cannot turn up 20 minutes after your client.

Right? I mean, how does that look?

Like a beauty salon that can't be bothered.

They don't mention that in the "how to teach yourself management" book, do they?

You know, I've had four mint teas and a banana for the pressure.

Oh, babe!

Fats got me a little lunchbox with "manager" on it!

Seriously though, I'm not sure I'm cut out.

You ARE cut out.

I said to him,

"Shaking this tin is a relief after being in charge."

Even if it does mean he's got to do all the bits on the list -

-you know, pick up the washing and that.

-What did Fat Boy say?

He said he had created a monster and he wanted his lunchbox back.

-There you go.

-Thanks. As a joke. He said it as a joke.

But if I'm being honest, I didn't find it all that funny.

Kirst? Come on.

Come out for dinner. Somewhere nice.

You've still got to eat, even if it's just for one now.

Come on.

You know you want to.

I'd rather starve.

You know I mean it.

Say goodbye, Michael.

Again? You look well by the way.

YOU can do one.

Not the Caribbean, no? If you want me to continue to chase you,

you'll have to bear in mind my limited budget. I'm rather impecunious.

I'm presuming the passports have come through.

I didn't ever want you to chase me. I never want to see you again.

That's patently rubbish cos you set Billy up to tell me where you were.

And we share a daughter. Had you overseen that?

We're inextricably linked, Janine, unfortunately.

But, in retrospect,

I would do it all again. I would.

I would. Because you're worth it.

Has her back tooth come through yet?

I don't...

Yes. Yes. I think... I think so.

Will you just say goodbye? We've got to check in.

No. I won't.

Cos it's not very kind. And it's certainly not good for her.

It's a constant upheaval, isn't it? It's just not very kind.

But then YOU'RE not very kind, are you?

Think about when you were small. Think about Frank.

You whinged about it enough.

Doesn't she, darling?

When you coming back to the Square?

I wasn't expecting you, OK? You've got to remember this is a legitimate business -

I can't just lay my hands on fistfuls of cash whenever you turn up.

I suppose a menu'll have to do, then.

For now.

Uh-oh.

Good mood's over, I'm telling you.

She's very demanding, apparently.

Who? Denise is?

Is she? Cos that's what I heard.

I don't know how Ian can sit down and have dinner with her every evening.

It's understandable that he would be looking for...

comfort wherever he can...

You quit, so either order something or leave.

Souffle. OK? We've got one on order. One of the first individual souffles.

Jean, no pressure, but all eyes are going to be on you. Don't mess up.

I put her name down for the Baptist church on the high street.

My daughter is not going to a church nursery.

I knew you'd say that.

So I looked into this prep school outside of Walford.

It's a posh one. You'll like it. It's expensive, long waiting list.

Not my money to spend, though.

And that's what this is all about, isn't it, in essence? Money.

-I never wanted it, did I? Never took it.

-Oh, yes.

Yes. I get the message.

Do you, though? I'm not sure you do.

Let's see if you do.

450 THOUSAND pounds. That's a lot of money.

Have you ever considered what it would've been like if I'd said yes that night that you left me

on my own, holding the baby?

And it's me that whinges?

Possibilities would've been endless. I could've got myself a decent lawyer

instead of that chocolate fireguard Norman Pike.

Could've given yours a good run for her money, couldn't I?

You would've liked that. Another fight.

Can you tell me what possible reason I would have to come back to the Square?

Me.

He doesn't look like a souffle sort of person. Who is he?

You're still here?

Why is she still here? It's the staff-only area.

I'm collecting money for charity, actually, thank you very much.

And Mrs Branning's already done the pub so...

What does a souffle person actually look like?

-Hmm, not like him.

-THEY CHUCKLE

Jean, will you please open the doors?

I am waiting for the beep.

-TIMER RINGS

-Ah, right! There we go.

This is it, then. Oh!

What if it's another failure, like...? No, no, no! It won't be. I just...

Erm...yeah...

I can't actually bring myself to open the oven door.

Do I have to do EVERYTHING myself?

Well, no. Not if you were a good manager.

I mean, no offence, but good management is in the art of delegation.

A waitress who can't waitress. A chef that can't open a door,

and a souffle that's going to be burnt and...

SHE GASPS

I'll get the plate.

Jean, it is perfect!

Jean, you did it!

-You know what? I could kiss you.

-No, please don't.

-I could actually kiss you.

-NO, Ian!

No means no!

Can you just take her in there, please?

-My life's been better without you, actually.

-Leave. You need to get out.

It has been infinitely richer.

Do you know what? You really are an arrogant, pathetic man.

Do you really rate yourself that highly?

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

You think you can bypass being decent just cos you're loaded.

That's your problem.

The last little fragment of your heart has rotted away.

Look at you. Can you see how grotesque you are?

-Do you know where you're headed?

-Yeah. The Caribbean and it's not that far.

I gather it's warm this time of year. You have a nice time.

You haven't even said goodbye to your precious daughter.

And also, technically, we're still married, aren't we?

Which means I have rights to certain assets along the line.

-Do you think?

-Oh, please!

Oh, dear, if only we hadn't ripped up that prenup.

And do you really think that your pathetic, sweaty little lawyer

Norman's blood pressure is up to it?

I don't want you back on the Square. Where's the incentive for me?

With your patronising, condescending tone?

Treating me like a lackey while my daughter watches on?

No, no, no. This'll all pass.

I'll wait. I'll bide my time. Cos I'm patient.

Cos I'm still married to you. I'm still your husband. And she'll always be my daughter.

So that means half, Janine.

That means half of all you own will be mine.

In your dreams.

No, no. I think you'll find you're very, very mistaken.

Even the poor people get to go to Citizens Advice.

No, I think you'll find it'll be you looking out the window,

hoping, praying, to see if I show up with her.

Maybe I will.

Maybe I won't.

But for now, for today, I'm done here.

Cos I can't wait for you to grow up any more, cos you're an emotional dwarf.

And you couldn't put that child before you even if you tried.

So we can do the legal thing - just go through the lawyers

and all that horrible toxic stuff. That's fine.

But I'm not here to say goodbye to her.

I'm here to say goodbye to you.

Bye, then.

And stay away from the Square.

Can you come in here?

Get those suitcases in the car.

We're leaving.

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