25/07/2013 EastEnders

Do you know there's a weird bloke staring at our house?

Bet Ian Beale's paid him to spy on me.

Stop being so ridiculously paranoid.

Yes, I am paranoid. I could be going back to the nick tonight

and I haven't slept a wink all night.

-And why did you do it, huh?

-You keep saying that. I don't know.

And you wonder where Liam gets it from.

Oh, please, Mother...

Please, Mum, what? Forgive you? Again?

Who's going to be left to cope?

Who's going to have to explain it all to the kids?

I'm sick of it.

-Right, we're off.

-Sorry, where are you going?

Excuse me. He's taking Morgan to Ray's for the day.

Give us a cuddle, then.

What's got into you?

What? Can't I cuddle my own kids now, then? Morgan?

-Cuddles is for wusses.

-Please?

Is Tiff not going with you?

Nah, she didn't want to. But I'll see you later.

Don't know what time but I'll give you a text.

Right. Someone better do something.

-Morning, Kim.

-Hello.

-Can we settle up?

Sam, what did I say to you last night?

Getting back together with an ex is never a good thing. Trust me.

Glad to know you've got my best concerns at heart.

It's going to end up in tears, you know.

So this is nothing to do with losing out on my rent?

No.

Make out the bill. I'll go get my stuff.

You hear that? Sam's deserting me.

Where's a girl going to find a red- blooded male to lust after now?

You're going to have to watch this one very closely, Poppy.

Turn your back for one minute, and I'll have him!

PHONE RINGS

FATBOY LAUGHS

-I wish she'd stop doing that.

-Baby, she's only joking.

No. No, she does that deliberately to wind me up.

-Has he actually phoned the police?

-No, not yet.

Right. Well, is he likely to?

He's up and down, you know.

Can I speak to him?

That's probably not such a great idea.

It's just Bianca's in bits back at the house.

I know, but she should've thought about that.

I know. And she's been so stupid. I'm not here to defend her.

And it's not really her that I'm worried about.

It'll kill the kids if she goes back inside.

IAN: Luce!

OK, you'd better go. Leave Ian to me. I promise. I'll try.

-All right. Cheers, Denise.

-OK.

-Thanks.

Who was that?

Oh, it's a woman selling lucky heather.

I hope you told her where to go. You haven't seen Lucy, have you?

She went out first thing.

Oh! She's supposed to be looking after Bobby today.

Did she say what time she was getting back?

Oh, that is brilliant. I've got to be in the restaurant all day today.

Why is she doing this to me?

Well, what did you expect after conning her

out of the businesses like that?

There's going to be no businesses left at this rate.

You can leave me on me own if you like. I don't mind.

What, so you can play all day with Tiff the chav? Not a hope.

Ian, please don't use that word. You know that I don't like it.

Anyway, have you thought any more about Bianca?

What, as a child minder? Don't think so.

No, Ian, I meant the police.

Listen, darling, please don't do this.

-No-one is going to like you for it.

-I need to get him sorted first.

-So what about Peter?

-Peter's on the stall.

-I don't suppose you could...?

-No, I'm already late for work.

Why is it you can never find a pen in this house when you want one?!

Well, go on then. Where's this big surprise?

Boom!

Eh...

Well? What's up?

-Well, you can't be serious.

-Why?

Mum is going to go absolutely nuts when she sees that. You know that?

Yes, but what did Denise actually say?

She said she's going to see what she can do.

Your best bet is just to keep your head down

and stay well out of his way.

I wouldn't even go into work if I was you.

"12 ways to find out if your boyfriend really loves you."

Tiffany...

"One. Does he look longingly at you every time you meet?"

If he knows what's good for him, he does.

You're ten.

Ten-and-a-half, actually.

"Two. Does he want to be around you all the time?" Ditto.

"Three, does he give you compliments and notice what you're wearing?"

Double ditto.

This is aimed at teenagers.

I'm very precocious.

Where did you hear a word like that?

Mrs Watson at school.

She calls me a "precocious little madam" all the time.

So I looked it up.

This is Bobby Beale we're talking about, innit?

One thing I've learned in life - grown-ups never understand.

Tiff, can you have a little tidy up, please?

B, have you seen what she's reading?

Not now. Look, Whit, I'm going to pull a sickie today, yeah?

So I need you to go and talk to Kat and make up some excuse for me.

How come you get to take a day off whenever you like

and I have to go to school every day?

-I asked you to clear up.

-Can you talk to Kat yourself?

-No, she'll know that I'm lying.

-Yeah, she will know.

That way we can both pretend that I'm not.

Just say I've got a temperature or something.

What are you two talking about?

Did I just say clear up? Will you please get on with it!

Look, Mum's told me to stay well out of Ian's way

-so that's what I'm going to do.

-Oh, right.

Well, if anything does happen, you let me know straightaway, OK?

This is Butcher HQ, calling Beale One. Do you read me? Over.

BOBBY: 'Beale One receiving loud and clear. Big Bear's on the prowl.

'How's the Wicked Witch? Over.'

Really annoying. Over.

Is it Whitney?

Oh, sorry?

He said you were the girl with the diamond eyes,

and I see he was right.

Who did?

His Majesty! King Tony! Tony King! Your Tony!

Cos he's the king and you're the princess, am I right?

No. I don't know what you're talking about.

-I got a letter for you. Special delivery.

-I'm not interested.

Yeah, he said you might be like that at first,

but you'd come round in the end.

So I'm just going to hang around.

You let me know when you're ready, yeah?

Oh, Whit, how's Bianca?

She's still in bed. Probably won't come in today.

Bit of a temperature.

Yeah, and I'm Mother Teresa.

Please will you tell her I'm sorry?

Whit?

Cheers, babe(!)

You all right for the rest of the day, Luke?

I'm going to go talk to Ian.

You'll just make it worse.

-Ian, about what I said before...

-Not now, Jean.

It wasn't just Bianca. It was me and Shirley too.

You two aren't on probation, though, are you?

Moving in?

Why do you always react like that?

Last time, he walked out on you.

Yeah, well, he had problems back then. It's all different now.

What does Dexter have to say about it?

Dexter is fine.

Then why are you asking my approval?

I'm not.

Look, anyway, we're having this welcome lunch thing today

and Dexter wanted me to invite you.

So...it'd be nice. Just the four of us.

If you want to come, that's fine, and if you don't,

well...it's up to you.

You're not really going to call the police, are you?

I'm thinking about it.

I stayed over at Ian's, didn't I?

Look, there's been some sort of a mix-up about who's

baby-sitting Bobby.

-I don't need anybody. I'm ten!

-Yes, darling.

So I was just wondering if you could do my shift at the shop for me?

I'll owe you one.

Can't Shirley do it?

No, she says it's her day off.

Look, I wouldn't ask if it weren't important, would I?

Go on, then. You're on sheet-changing duties this week, yeah?

Yes. Whatever.

Look, I'd better go, cos he's back now. Bye.

DOOR CLOSES

I set you some sums, didn't I?

Go on, get upstairs and get them done. Now!

Listen, Ian, Kim is going to cover my shift at the shop,

which means that I can look after Bobby

and you can work at the restaurant after all.

Thanks. It's too late. I've already called the agency

and told them not to let the staff come in.

So, what are you doing?

Oh, Ian, you're not calling the police? Don't be an idiot.

I'm phoning my temporary sous chef, to tell him

not to bother coming in till tonight, OK?

AVA: I don't know why I even care. Idiot.

What did you say?

Oh. Sorry. I thought I was thinking that.

I'm going mad. Mothers. Who'd have 'em?

Oh, now we've run out of tea bags!

Are you all right, Whitney?

No, sorry, I had a really bad night.

Right, well, I won't even be able to think straight

until I have a cup of tea.

So would you mind popping across to the shop and getting some, please?

Can't it wait till after break?

It'll only take you two minutes. Use the petty cash.

OK.

Didn't think I'd see those eyes again till lunchtime.

You know he talks about you all the time? His Majesty.

When he heard I'd got a release date, first thing he says was,

"Pogo, I want you to go find my princess and give her this letter."

Never known a man more crazy about a woman.

Please stop following me!

You know, it's a funny thing to see a man change right before your eyes.

The Tony I first met, he was a cocky little blighter.

Thought he knew it all. Wouldn't even go on the rule.

What rule?

Rule forty-three. Where the nonces go.

Then of course the McGinty brothers got wind of it.

Oh, man, that wasn't nice. Not nice at all.

I mean, don't get me wrong. He's all right now.

Just a bit nasty at the time. Still wouldn't go on the rule, though.

Reckoned that would be betraying you. Crazy or what?

So he stuck it out.

Even the McGinty brothers give him respect in the end.

Just give me the damned letter and go away.

You know, a fella can get an awful thirst

just hanging around here being a postman.

Just the one. That's all I can afford.

-You all right, Whitney?

-Yeah, yeah, thanks.

Um...2.80.

There you go.

Thanks.

You know, I used to think he was overdoing it

but since I've met you, I can see what all the fuss was about.

You really are lovely, you know!

Job done! He goes in peace!

Whit? >

-Oh, Ty, not now.

-Who was that geezer?

-Take your hands off me a second.

-What's this?

I said, take your hands off me!

But what does "still thinking about it" actually mean?

I think it means that you can relax.

If he was going to really do something, he'd've done it by now.

This is just Ian being Ian.

He's just spinning it out. Making you suffer.

I'm really sorry about all of this, Bianca. I feel...wretched.

It's going to be fine, Jean, all right?

Thanks for letting us know. OK?

Thanks.

I think I'd better get Tiff and make her some lunch.

Leave her. She's upstairs playing. If she's hungry, she'll come down.

You go downstairs and have a lie down,

-catch up on some of that sleep.

-(YAWNING) I will do.

Before you ask, no, he can't come out to play.

Especially with you. Go away.

Why did you do that?

Have you finished your sums? Right, upstairs - get them done.

Ian, why, during the summer holidays,

are you making a ten-year-old

sit inside doing his maths rather than playing outside?

-I've got plans for him.

-What sort of plans?

You know, for the future.

Oh what, so he don't get a childhood, then?

No, not if it involves playing with criminal low-life like that lot.

So, sorry, what if these plans of yours and his plans are different?

He'll do what he's told.

Yeah, cos that's worked out really well for Lucy, hasn't it?

Don't bring her into this.

Ian, darling, I've been very supportive of you.

-I've been on your side through all of this...

-Yeah, so?

But when you start talking like this,

it's like those conversations just never even happened.

What conversations?

SHE TUTS

When we first got together, I really thought that you'd turned a corner.

That's what I liked about you.

I thought that you'd had the courage to really look inside yourself

and make a change.

It's just hard-wired, isn't it?

What is?

-Where you going?

-Oh, sorry, if you don't need a baby-sitter,

I'm going to go to work.

What is it that's hard-wired?

Why don't you have a little think about it, yeah?

See if you can work it out.

DOOR SLAMS

It's like living with a toddler.

What is?

-AJ.

-Oh, right.

Actually, it's worse than living with a toddler.

Cos Kamil could be a pain sometimes, but he never used

to swipe 50 quid from the rent jar without asking.

What? Is he going to give that back?

Tomorrow, apparently.

But it's always tomorrow. What you looking for, anyway?

Oh, it's not for me. It's for Fats. He so needs a place of his own.

But there's just nothing around, you know.

Anyway, I'll see you later, yeah?

Laters.

The Ian that I fell for - the kind one, the sensitive one, the one that

had learned a thing or two about his mistakes - well, he's just gone.

And now I find myself waking up to this...

Am I allowed to say, I told you so?

Don't s'pose you'd be the only one.

Denise?

I've had a think. Can we talk?

What do you mean, take it back? That was my dad's pride and joy.

Yeah, but it takes up half the front room.

Look how big it is, man. She's going to go mental.

Well, we'll soon find out. Are you coming?

Give me two minutes.

What about you, Cora? Coming for lunch?

It's hardly worth it. Got to be back at work in a minute.

Would you have him back?

Dunno. Maybe. He's quite fit.

He walked out on Ava when Dexter was three months old.

She must be stark raving mad.

Nan, please?

I really don't want to go to this lunch thing by myself.

I've tried the paper, the internet, all the notice boards. Nothing.

Babe, you shouldn't be worried about Kim, you know.

No, it's not just Kim. Don't you want a place you can call your own?

Well, of course I do, babe.

But what I want and what I can get are two different things.

Hi.

Hey, man. You good?

Yeah.

Poppy mentioned that you might be looking for somewhere to live.

Mum's going to hate it.

So he's bought her a juke box.

What good is it going to be, my being there?

There's going to be an atmosphere and I can't handle it on my own.

Mum's not going to kick off if you're there.

You'll be the death of me. Go on.

MUSIC: "Dat" by Pluto Shervington

You going to come and join us?

Bobby! Wash your hands. Dinner's on the table in one minute.

Come on, get down here.

The thing is, right - whenever I do a project, I put myself into it 100%

because I want it to be a success, right?

I get tunnel vision. Nothing else matters.

Including me. Or Lucy. Or Bobby.

I've said I'm sorry.

You know, it scares me, Ian, when I see you get stressed out like that.

Look, you know how much effort I've put into getting back on my feet

and to have someone like Bianca DELIBERATELY screwing it up.

Do you know how that feels?

Are you sure this is really about Bianca at all?

Well, who else could it be about?

Maybe your argument with Lucy and needing to take it out on someone?

Bobby! Come on, what you doing?

I don't know what takes that boy so long.

Weren't his trainers there before? Cos they're not now.

You rang, Lady Tiffany?

Have you polished the silver, Beale?

I have, Lady Tiffany.

Have you laid the fire in my bedroom as I ordered?

Yes, Lady Tiffany.

So where's my gin and tonic?

Here, Lady Tiffany.

Ice and a slice?

If you look properly, madam, you'll see it's there.

Ah, so it is. All right, you may kiss my hand.

You know the rules of the game.

You have to do everything I say, when I say it.

So, kiss my hand!

What is he doing here?

He's come round to play.

What have I told you about him?

KNOCK ON DOOR

-Is he here?

-Who?

You know who I mean. Bobby! Bobby, out here now. Come on.

They're only playing, Ian.

I will not have my son playing with chavs.

-Who are you calling a chav?

-If the cap fits...

-No-one slags off my kids, Ian.

-Or what, Bianca?

What are you going to do about it? Go on.

Make my day. What's stopping you?

Bobby thinks you're a pig and I think so too.

Fine. Bobby! Home!

Now. Come on.

The minute I get home, I'm making a phone call.

So you'd better start thinking about packing your toothbrush. Got it?

Come on, you. I told you not to go round there and play.

What did you say that for? You stupid, stupid little girl!

Come on, you. In.

Get yourself upstairs and don't come down until I tell you, OK?

-What are you doing?

-What do you think?

-Ian, you can't.

You didn't hear what they said to me round there, OK?

That girl deserves everything that's coming to her.

Ian, I am begging you. Do not do this.

It's not for Bianca's sake, it's for yours. Ian!

I want the old Ian back. Please. Just...look at me.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Go on, Tiff, tell him.

I'm sorry, Mr Beale. I didn't mean what I said.

Bobby never said any of those things. I was just making it up.

Please, Ian.

You owe me, all right?

She is never to play with my son again. Deal?

Deal.

Tell Whitney she's sacked as well.

Come on.

HE SIGHS

Come here.

TYLER SIGHS

So why didn't you show me it this morning when I asked you?

I don't know. I wanted to run away. I was freaked out.

Sorry.

Say something, then.

What do you want me to say?

I don't know.

Why did he need a bloke to come and give it you?

-Could he not just have posted it?

-Well, they censor the mail.

-He's not allowed to write to me, is he.

-So is this the first one?

-Yeah.

-So why now?

-How am I supposed to know?

How am I supposed to know that, Tyler?!

Don't jump down my throat, OK?

You ask me to say something and when I do, you get angry at me.

I don't know what I want, OK?

Do you need a cuddle, maybe?

No!

What, then?

Look, let's just ignore it, OK? I mean, what can he do?

He's not due out any time soon, is he?

Well, then!

Hey, hey, hey! Tamwar! Guess what?

That investment only came in at two-to-one!

Tam, that 50 quid's going straight back in the jar.

With interest.

Hey...Fats. What you doing here?

Meet the new lodger.

As of tomorrow, you're on the sofa.

This is Butcher HQ calling Beale One. Are you receiving? Over.

Beale One, are you receiving?

Bobby? Why aren't you there?

STATIC HISS

I am just SO relieved.

Yeah, told you everything would be all right.

How do you feel about not working at the restaurant no more?

-Not bothered.

-Oh good, well, it's all worked out good then!

Listen, I'm going to make some nuggets for Tiff for lunch.

-You want some?

-No, thanks.

Why are you here anyway? Shouldn't you be working?

I just have to check a couple of things.

All right. I'll leave you to it, then.

Hi. I was just wondering how I go about applying for

a prison visiting order.

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