09/07/2013 EastEnders

Dex?

Dexter?

I'm off now.

Dexter!

Dex! Stop!

Stop! Please!

-So, you were going to leave?

-If Sam doesn't, yeah.

Dex! Come on! This is crazy!

Look, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you about me and Sam...

OK, and I know you're angry. You can be angry.

You can rant and rave and you can say whatever you like.

But come on! This is me and you, we're a team.

Remember? We've been through everything together.

You will always be my baby boy. Nothing's ever going to change that.

Five o'clock. Sam ain't gone, I will be.

Well, well. If it isn't Walford's bad penny.

-Thought we'd seen the last of you.

-Wishful thinking, Shirley.

What, have you come back to slum it with the rest of us?

Things aren't quite that bad yet.

Let's go see Dot.

Hmm...

'Ere, Jay, I'm thinking of renaming this place. What do you think?

Kim's Wimbledon Palace B&B.

I think it'd be good, but we're nowhere near Wimbledon.

The Taj Mahal on the high street is nowhere near India last time I checked. Listen, Andy Murray wins,

-I think it's the least I could do to honour him, do you know what I mean?

-Cash in, you mean!

Jay, we as a nation have waited for this for 77 years.

Of course I mean cash in.

Chuck up a few pictures of him kissing the gold cup,

-call the living room Centre Court - we're good to go.

-Maybe Andy'll pop down, open your new gaff(!)

And maybe he'll fall in love with me,

ditch the girlfriend and we'll get married.

Or he can introduce me to that Del PORTRO guy - he's well fit.

Seen his stride? Hmm...

I'd keep dreaming, if I was you, Kim.

Wimbledon Palace - I like it.

Ah!

Kimbledon Palace B&B

Now, THAT's powerful. Jay?

DOOR CLOSES

SHE GRUNTS

It's for Liam. Bit wonky.

-Nah, it's perfect. He'll love that.

-You have to say that, you're my mum.

Still perfect, though.

Once he's back, we'll all be together, won't we?

-Together for ever.

-Yeah. Together for ever.

Maybe I should offer to help clean up.

Maybe I should go over there with a mop and a bucket.

That wouldn't look too odd, would it?

It might look a little bit odd. But then Ian might not notice.

Because he thinks I'm pretty odd anyway.

Which is a little bit insulting, really, when you think about it.

Although not entirely without foundation.

I don't think you and your squeegee mop are going to be much use.

-The poor man.

-Poor man?

All them businesses he's got and a girlfriend

-who I think is way out of his league?

-I could tell you something.

-What?

-Nothing.

-What?!

-Nothing!

-Jean, are you taking your meds?

-Yes!

-Swear to me you're taking them?

-Yes! Yes! Forget it.

-Jean...

-No, forget it.

You've made your decision.

This....

You and me...

It was never going to happen anyway.

-It was never going to work.

-You don't mean that.

-Let me talk to Dexter.

-No.

-He can't tell you how to live your life, Ava.

-I know...

But that's exactly what he's doing.

I've watched him grow...

from a shy little boy into a beautiful, confident, young man.

He's got so much front, so much swagger, but...

..he is still the little boy that made me promise

that I wouldn't walk out on him like you did.

That I'd never leave him alone.

So, I won't. I'm not going to. I can't leave him on his own.

-Cora.

-Patrick.

Kim asked us to pick up the sheets.

I got the short straw...

Right.

Hey, she looks a bit under the weather.

She looks like she's having a nice time doing those word searches.

I love word searches. I love sitting down.

I love snoring, too. I'd be an excellent old person.

She definitely looks under the weather.

Go cheer her up, then! Seriously, you're worse than teenagers...

KIM SIGHS

-Cora, what are you doing this afternoon?

-Launderette,

word search, contemplating my life -

all that's gone wrong with it...

Well, look, I thought we could do something.

Put on a few old records, have a bit of a boogie?

-Rum?

-That goes without saying!

I think I could close up for an hour or two.

-Long as Dot's not around...

-Good. Fantastic! I'll let Betty know.

Betty?

Come on now, man, don't pull a face like that.

-It's just that she's so...

-Nice? Sweet?

Exactly.

Just do it. For me. All right?

I tell you, the both of you will get on like a house on fire.

I know it.

Well, now you look well. Really well.

You've got your sparkle back. I missed that sparkle.

-So did I.

-How's Michelle doing?

Yeah. She's great. Listen, Dot, I was wondering...

You ain't missed much. I'm still collecting for the church roof.

You know, I'd get up there and do it myself if I could - be a lot easier.

And then, I've started collecting for the vicar's organ.

Oh! People are such penny pinchers round here!

-You know what you should do?

-What?

-You should give everyone a tenner from the money.

-A tenner? What for?

They can do what they like, as long as they bring it back in a week, having doubled it.

Oh, come on, don't take all this work on yourself, Dot.

-You'll make yourself ill.

-I am already.

-It's a wonder I ain't fell apart.

-Look...

I don't want to put you on the spot, but I was wondering

if it was possible for me and Denny to stay with you?

I'd be ever so grateful. Just till we get ourselves sorted. I'll pay you.

Look, I'd love to, Sharon, I really would,

but you know I had all that trouble with the council

about having too many people in me house. I mean, I nearly lost it!

I'm only allowed one lodger and I got Poppy.

Don't worry about it, darling. Come on, Denny, let's go.

-Here y'are, Dot.

-Ta-ra.

Look, I'll pray that you get somewhere nice.

Well, can you pray for a two-bed with a garden?

Well, I can't put me orders in, Sharon, but I'll do my best!

Thank you. Cheers.

-Something's up. I know it is.

-We got any size 12s in these?

-Maybe I should take her to the doctor's.

-Who?

Who do you think? Jean. I thinks she's losing it again.

Just Jean, innit? You know what she's like.

She's obsessed with Ian for some reason.

-Ian? That's weird, innit?

-I know. Tam, you're flying low.

-Made you look.

-Can we, just for one day,

not have the borderline bullying practical jokes?

You'd think so, wouldn't you?

Sometimes I get the impression you don't respect my authority, Kat.

What gives you that idea?

Listen, I'll talk to her, if you like, have a word with Jean.

No, it's all right, I got it. Don't worry.

ENGINE SPLUTTERS

Uh, Dex...

-I'll take my break.

-Nah. Don't bother.

You're trying to punish me? Is that it?

See - I get it. I do.

I knew I couldn't just walk back in

and expect things to be... like nothing happened.

So, you're trying to punish me. That's fine.

But it's not just me, is it? It's your mum too.

Look, five o'clock. You ain't gone...

Yeah. I know.

She's done everything for you.

Don't you think she deserves to have her time now?

Jay, try it now.

ENGINE STARTS

If I could've done things different, I would have.

You're a great kid, Dexter.

I know you don't want to hear it...

..but I'm proud of you.

You all right?

You're over an hour late!

-And yet you're giving me a tenner.

-It's from me fund raising.

Still going on about your organ, Dot?

You can do whatever you like with it - nothing immoral, mind -

as long as you double it, well, if you can,

and then give it back to me at the end of the week

with whatever it is you've made on it.

And what do I get out of it?

You get the satisfaction of knowing

that you've put a slate on the church roof.

Your idea of satisfaction is different to mine, Dorothy.

You know what I'll do with it, I'll spend it on liquor,

fast men and living.

Give it here. You have no heart.

-I'll talk to Carl...

-No.

-I'll handle it.

Peter, I'll deal with this!

See, that's the thing. I don't think you can.

Maybe I got it wrong.

Maybe... Maybe it wasn't Carl.

Maybe someone else broke in.

The thing is, Peter, I don't want anybody else

finding out about this, especially your sister.

Say it was Carl. You don't know what he's going to do next.

You talk to him, or I will.

What mess you got yourself into this time, Ian Beale?

-Hello, darling.

-Good to see you.

How are you?

Look, don't bother starting with the whole "people make mistakes,

"people change" thing. I don't want to hear it.

If he was my dad, I wouldn't let him get away so easy.

Yeah, well, you ain't got that problem, innit? So just... Look, Jay, bruv... Jay! Jay.

-I'm sorry. That was out of order.

-Do you know what your problem is?

-What?

-You're scared that he's going to mess up your head again.

-Bruv, I'm doing this for my mum!

-Oh, whatever!

-I am!

You keep telling yourself that, mate. But you're bricking it.

-That's not true.

-Yeah, it is!

-That's not true!

-Yeah, it is.

-That's not true!

-Dexter, what's happened?

I would give absolutely anything to have five minutes with my dad.

You don't know how lucky you are, mate.

Date and walnut,

Victoria sponge...

Got any booze in there?

I'm not one for a drink, really.

One sip and I'll be dancing on the table!

Here you are, Patty - here's your favourite. Baked fresh this morning.

-Coffee and walnut...

-Mmm. You trying to fatten me up?

Look at you - you're skin and bone!

Hey!

I like my men with something to cuddle, don't you, Cora?

Shall I be mother?

Go wild.

Still flying low, Tam!

-How gullible do you think I am?

-Stripy boxers, yeah?

Ha! Made you look.

Here you are. Tea, three sugars.

I'm surprised you've still got all your teeth in your head.

Where are you going?

You'll soon have this place back on track.

-You'll be raking it in in no time.

-I'm not so sure.

Hey! We're fighters, you and me.

We pick ourselves up, that's what we do.

I don't think I've got it in me any more.

Yeah. Course you have.

I'm tired. Sometimes I feel like...

What?

Ian, it's me. You can tell me.

-You know, before, when I had the breakdown?

-Mm-hm.

I just don't want to get like that again.

You're stronger than that.

And stubborn. Stubbornest man I've ever met!

If you want this to work, it will.

Oh! Ian, I couldn't bear to think of you here all on your own,

on your hands and knees so I was... Bianca!

Jean! Sorry, Ian. Don't mind us.

What was that?

Jean, so, who knows? What are your plans?

-Back to R&R, I suppose.

-You got somewhere to stay?

Yeah, yeah, we're fine.

I've never told you about all the stuff my dad's done, have I?

-No. Not really.

-He cheated on my mum. Loads of times.

If I'm honest, he hasn't been very nice, but...

he still loves me, Lauren, Oscar. He still tries and...

Parents get things wrong. That is what I'm trying to say.

But it doesn't mean they love you any less.

Your dad, he was always there, though.

He was always there, wasn't he?

Not always.

I mean, he'd get a new woman,

he'd be sitting there, eating dinner, but...

he wouldn't be THERE. Not really. He'd be with her.

In his head, anyway.

The way that I see it, Dex, you've just got to let them get on with it.

I mean, I'd rather think about my own life.

Like all the good stuff. Jay...sixth form...

-This isn't changing your mind, is it?

-Not really, no.

I just can't see my mum get hurt again.

-She's been through too much.

-Yeah, but what about you, Dex?

Would you really be OK if you never saw him again?

Cora used to work in a charity shop.

Oh, did you? Lovely! I'm all for a good cause.

I got the sack cos I helped myself to the stock.

Oh.

Betty baked for the WI.

Well, you could knock me down with a feather.

Perhaps you'd like to join, Cora. We have ever such a lot of fun.

I had to do a talk on how to make Easter decorations

out of glitter and pine cones.

I'd rather remove my eyeballs with this teaspoon,

if it's all the same to you, Betty.

I'm just going to go and have a tinkle. Excuse me.

A tinkle? Is she for real?

-Couldn't you be polite?

-Come on! Admit it.

She's ridiculous!

Gosh, man, Cora, you can be cold sometimes.

I think you'd better go.

-You serious?

-Look, now, man, you came here to poke fun.

You've done exactly that, so you'd better go back to the launderette

before Dot gets a heart attack.

When she comes back from her "tinkle",

tell her her date and walnut cake tastes like doggy do-do.

I was just going to do some mopping up.

-Do you know what that looks like?

-It looks friendly. Neighbourly.

-No. It looks guilty.

-We are guilty.

Yeah, but we don't want him to know that, do we?

Why are you treating me like I'm some weak link?

Because you are a weak link!

Because, Jean, you're all over the place.

Because I'm bipolar, that's what you mean.

-No, that is not what I mean!

-Yes, it is.

-All right. Yes, it is!

Yes. Right. Well, I am not going to say anything.

My lips are well and truly sealed. Nobody's going to find out.

Find out what?

Why didn't you ask Uncle Ian if we could stay?

He's got a lot to think about right now, darling.

But where are we going to stay?

We'll find somewhere. We always find somewhere, don't we?

-Phil!

-Hello, mate. All right?

-It was only supposed to be a laugh.

-It's criminal damage!

-Who's watching the stall?

-And you get Jean involved!

-It wasn't meant to turn out like this!

-I'll look after it.

And get her to keep it a secret? Jean, Winston's looking after it.

-What else was I supposed to do?

-She can't cope. She's fragile.

-I'm not fragile.

-She'll snap. You'll see.

-I'm not going to snap.

Just go over there and tell Ian it was an accident.

-Why does everyone think I'll snap?

-You think he's going to believe that?

-I don't care!

Tell him it was all you and Shirley, and that Jean was just a bystander.

-But I wasn't.

-If I do that, Kat, I'm going to go back to prison!

I wasn't an innocent bystander. I was a willing...

-partaker.

-She can't cope with this, all right?

-Things like this eat her up.

-Will you stop talking about me as if I'm not here?

-And I can't cope with going back to prison.

-Liam!

I've got a lot of problems at the moment.

I've got my son going to court tomorrow.

-to face the kids that stabbed him.

-What's Mum arguing about?

-I'm coming to the end of my probation...

-I don't know. I lose track.

-Jean has to come first!

-Oh, that is rich coming from you, Kat Moon!

Putting someone first?

-Look, that was...

-Mean?

-Out of order?

-Cruel?

-Oh, OK, so I'm cruel!

-And mean. Don't forget mean.

-I'm sorry, all right?

I am sorry that I've got us into this mess!

I'm sorry that I've made Jean go all fragile!

I'm sorry that I trashed Ian's restaurant. I'm sorry. I'm sorry!

OK? Are you happy now?

BIANCA SIGHS

Hello, darlin'. Welcome home.

Don't forget to wash your hands, darling.

Phil, look, I want to start work again.

Now, I know you might have something to say about that,

but I do have a percentage in this place.

And I do have a right.

And I don't have many more appealing options right now, so...

-You won't be managing.

-OK.

-And you'll answer to me and you'll answer to Janine.

-Fine.

-You're on the gear, and you're out the door.

-I'm clean.

-Yeah, right.

-I am. For good this time.

Yeah, well, I hope so, for Denny's sake.

Right, well, I'll come back later, then.

Sharon.

You're really clean?

Mm-hm.

Well, one day at a time, eh?

(Yeah.)

-I was just going.

-Fine.

Tough day?

Could say that.

Must be something in the air.

Yeah... I should go back to work.

D'you ever feel that you just can't get anything right?

All the time.

I'm thinking of having it put on my gravestone.

"Cora Cross - can't do right for doing wrong."

This too shall pass.

Everything that goes wrong sorts itself out.

In the end.

I hope so.

You given up for the day, then?

There's not a lot I can do. Not till everything's dried out.

Have you spoke to Carl yet?

Dad, this is stupid, all right? You're just ignoring the issue...

I did it. OK? I spoke to him.

How did it go?

Well, he wasn't pleased. But I reasoned with him.

I said I've got a family to support

-and a business to try and get back up and running.

-And?

He said he'd back off.

-He said he'd back off from ten grand?

-Yeah. I mean...

-obviously he wasn't happy about it...

-He's going to leave you alone?

Yeah, gave me his word.

That took a lot of guts.

Yeah. Tell me about it. I was shaking in my boots.

Still...you can stop worrying about it now, can't you?

Yeah.

AVA CRIES

DOOR SLAMS

Dexter? Dex?

What do you want for tea?

Dexter?

-Kim. Kim! Have you seen Sam?

-Oh, you just missed him.

-Did he say where he was going?

-No, sorry. You want some cake?

It's walnut and date...

Oh, what, don't tell me you got too old for nuggets now?

-What if it all goes wrong in court tomorrow?

-It won't.

-What if Little Chris doesn't get found guilty?

-He will.

-What if he comes after me?

-Liam, listen,

nothing bad is going to happen.

-Do you know how I know?

-How?

Because this family has had its run of bad luck, ain't we, eh?

From now on, things are on the up.

Sam!

Wait!

Wait.

I didn't think things were that bad.

Yeah, well, I was wrong, so...

You know, I've never really thought about it before but, you and me,

we're not really that different.

Really know how to make a girl feel good, don't you?

I mean, we've both been done over by Phil Mitchell.

-Now we're both starting new...

-Just like long-lost sisters.

Why'd you come back to Walford?

Cos it's the only place that's felt like home, I suppose.

-Do you want some cake?

-No, I'm all right.

-No, for Denny.

-No, honestly, we're fine, thanks.

You can tell her if you like. I'll just wait out here.

Nah, it's cool. You do it, innit?

BALL THUMPS AGAINST WALL

There you go. >

Tea's nearly ready. Should I set an extra place?

If you like.

Dexter...

Thank you, baby.

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