13/01/2014 EastEnders

-Are you done with the milk, kids? Want some more?

-No, ta.

Tiff, Morgan, come on. Shoes on. We're going.

-Thought I was taking them.

-Well, you thought wrong.

Are you going to keep ignoring me or are we actually going

-to talk about it?

-I wasn't planning to, no.

-Bianca...

-Do you want me to get the kids to school on time or stand here talking to you about your sex life?

-I didn't hear that.

-Kids, I'm out the door!

Come on, kids. Your mum's gone.

-You all right?

-Yep. I see Fat Elvis has come up trumps again.

-Out-of-date sugar pills?

-Nah, doctors use them. Placebos. Yeah.

They make you think you're taking a pill when you're actually not.

So, what you're saying is, they do nothing?

They'll fly off the stall, they will.

I'm getting side-effects here.

Are you sure you've got to go back to the stall?

-Get a job, Alfie.

-Yes. All right, all right.

-See you later.

-See you later.

We could tell the kids about us tonight, when TJ and Rosie get back?

I've got a job in a bit, but I'll come round later.

That's not a good idea.

No, it's nothing to do with me and you.

I mean, it's about my mum and dad.

-I only caught them in bed together.

-No!

Oh, poor Masood.

-And you, of course. Are you sure they were, um...

-Of course they were!

-What else were they doing?!

-I don't know, huddling for warmth or something.

-It's not funny.

Listen, my mum and dad together is never a good idea.

-So, when did this happen?

-Friday night.

-And what did they have to say for themselves? Was it a one-off?

You haven't spoke to them about it, have you?

Just tell her what you've been going through.

-How's that going to make her feel any better about what's happened?

-Explain you've been under

-a lot of stress and that.

-And what does that make you, my stress relief?

You've been many things, David, but you've never been that.

No, I'll tell her that we made a mistake.

-MOBILE BEEPS

-Oh! Is that what it was?!

-It's Masood.

-Back so soon?

Landed. Just landed.

MOBILE RINGS

-Hello?

-'Mum? Yeah, I've changed my mind.'

Yeah, you're right. I do want to talk about it.

Back at the house. Now.

-I want you straight back after work.

-Where else would I go?

-Just get yourself home, all right?

-What you got planned then?

-I'm cooking tonight.

Don't need to cook. Just sling a slab of meat in his cage.

Ignore him. What are you making?

Home-made curry. From scratch.

Him and Phil have got a bit of history.

So have you, from what I hear.

Well, we were together before, but it was more complicated then.

Well, I was married at the time to his brother.

-No!

-Uh-hm.

-But Phil's brother...

-Grant.

-..he's not Denny's Dad?

-Uh, no. No, that's Dennis.

Well, that's kind of complicated too.

-Don't tell me you had an affair with his brother and all!

-Not exactly. Erm...

Well, Dennis was kind of my brother.

Well, my dad's son.

-Your half-brother?!

-No, I'm adopted.

Oh, thank goodness for that!

Oh, so it was Dennis showed up,

-caused all that trouble I heard about?

-No. No, Dennis died.

That was John. He was another one.

-John?

-Uh-hm.

-Who was he related to?

No-one, thankfully.

Wish I had a some stories like that in my locker.

Me and Mick met at school. Never been with anyone else. Never will.

You're so lucky, Linda. Phil's the closest thing

to a long-term relationship I've ever had.

Just weren't together for most of it. Well, maybe that'll change now.

Do I hear wedding bells?

Not sure I'm ready to let anyone put a ring on my finger again but...

Phil's the only bloke who could.

Have you got any idea what it was like for me

seeing you together like that?

-The kids could have walked in.

-They didn't.

-Yeah, but they could have.

-Yeah, but they didn't.

This is very embarrassing.

It wasn't planned, Bianca. It just happened.

Why can't you just be normal?!

Why can't you just split up, hate each other's guts

and spend the rest of your lives avoiding each other? Instead we have this carry-on, time after time.

You're like a couple of horny teenagers.

It wasn't about that.

So, what was it about then?

-Are we done?

-No.

Cos I think I've had my two minutes on the naughty step.

This is pointless, Carol.

Just tell her.

He's just going to hurt you again.

He can't.

Why would you put yourself in this position? You've got Mas.

What can he give you that Masood can't?

This isn't about Masood, is it? It's not even about me, really.

This is about you. I understand.

-You hoped that your dad came back for you...

-Don't tell me what I hoped.

..and that is why you're angry and confused, but you don't have to be.

-He did come back for you. He really did.

-Well, then he can clear off for me and all.

-What's this?

-All right, sweetheart?

This here is the answer to a million men's prayers.

-I said these were useless.

-Keep it shtoom, all right?

This is the power of placebo. The power of the placebo.

-Good luck.

-Thank you.

You're back sooner than I thought. You OK?

-Huh?

-You OK?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Tired, but fine.

I brought you something back from Pakistan.

You didn't have to do...

Tambo!

Shabnam?

-Er, could you knock before you come in here?

-Sorry.

Haven't you got somewhere you should be, Carol?

-Not really.

-No?

-No.

OK.

No plans then?

Well, I was going to go to the supermarket and do a big shop.

Oh, right. I'll run you, if you like? Slow day out there.

-Max won't mind.

-No, it's fine. I'll get the bus.

Humour me.

It'll give us a chance to talk,

clear the air,

before lover boy gets back.

We don't want that hanging over us, do we, eh?

Can you get off the bed, please?

All right. Just no funny stuff, OK? What happened was a...one-off.

Come on, everybody. Fellas, have I got something very special for you?

Here you are, mate. You pop one of these, your little soldier'll be back on the front line

faster than you can say, "Attention!"

Good for hair loss.

I don't know what I'm doing wrong. I'm giving it my best patter

-and they're all slipping off the hook.

-You know your problem, don't you?

-I'm sure you're going to tell me, Kat.

-You're trying to sell

-to the wrong sort of people.

-Right.

-Watch and learn, sweetheart.

Here you are, darling. Do yourself a favour, have a look at these.

How about you, Linda? Need a little boost in the bedroom?

-We don't have any problem in that department.

-Yeah?

SHE WHISPERS

Well, in that case...

Cheers.

-There you go.

-Very good. Very good.

What are you doing? Should go left here.

What are you doing, David? Pull over.

What are you planning, eh?

Another quickie in a cheap hotel?

Credit me with some class, Carol.

Well, you're up to something. I know you, David Wicks.

Yeah, I am. And I know you as well.

I saw your face when you got that text. You were scared.

So I rang the breast surgical department.

You've missed an appointment.

They've been trying to get hold of you for days.

I presume that's your results.

They spoke to you? They're not allowed to.

Well, they will if I say I'm your husband.

-You had no right!

-Carol...

Is that where we're going?

Well, someone had to yank your head out of the sand.

What, you thought we'd just pull up outside the hospital

-and I'd smile sweetly and trot in?

-No, I thought I'd get you halfway,

we'd have a massive row but eventually you'd see sense.

No, Carol, listen. I know you're scared, I know you are,

but you've got to do this.

Look, maybe everything's fine but, if it's not, you need to know.

-You really are a piece of work, do you know that? Get off me.

-Fine. Go. But know this...

I may have done this wrong...

but I did it because...

..because I care about what happens to you.

Now, I've got you halfway.

Your choice now.

There's one for Syed too.

-She wanted all her grandchildren to have something.

-Is that her?

Yeah! Straight off the boat, 1962.

-She looks so happy.

-Yeah, she was.

It was the first time she'd seen your daadaa in what, six years?

Imagine that. Just got married

and he left her to travel halfway across the world to drive a bus.

It's hard to believe.

She wanted a better life for them, for me, for you.

You OK?

Yeah.

Well, look after them.

Daadi was always so proud of her brainbox grandson.

Thought you'd be at uni by now.

Yeah, that didn't work out.

-How long are you staying?

-Erm, couple of weeks.

I'm organising a memorial service tomorrow

-for Daadi's friends and family in the UK.

-Tomorrow?

And...Dad needs looking after.

The funeral, the flights, seeing Mum again,

he's found it very difficult.

Yo, Tam! What do you want me to do with these, man?

-Tamwar, should I be calling the police?

-No!

Fats, Shabnam. Shabnam, Fats.

-That's my sister. He lives here.

-Oh, yes, of course! No, yes.

-You've told me... He's told me all about you, man.

-I might have told you a bit.

Well, anyway, welcome. You know, come and give us some love, Shabba.

Do you mind if I don't?

And if you value your bodily extremities,

please don't ever call me Shabba again.

Carol Jackson?

That's us. Come on.

Follow me, please.

I'm here, Carol. Whatever he says, we'll deal with it. Come on.

-No.

-Hey?

I want to do this alone.

Erm...

There is something I need to tell you.

I have a girlfriend...

..and her name is Carol

and she lives across the square.

And before you ask, it had nothing to do with your mum and me.

It started long after.

She's an amazing woman.

I'd really like you to meet her.

Does she make you happy?

Yeah.

Yeah, very.

I'm sorry I missed that appointment but...

I meant to get in touch, but life just got so chaotic, you know how it is.

Would you like someone here with you?

No.

The results of your biopsy came back...

..and I'm afraid it's not good news.

You have breast cancer.

Now, I know this is a shock.

Are you OK?

We've determined the cancer is multi-focal...

a number of small cancers.

And, unfortunately, a biopsy also showed it's spread to your lymph glands,

so we need to carry out more tests to check for secondary tumours.

Now, assuming the scans are clear,

we'll start with a course of chemotherapy

and then, because the cancer is multifocal,

we'd carry out a mastectomy to remove the breast.

Mrs Jackson?

Mrs Jackson, it's a lot to take in.

You understood what I said about the possibility of a mastectomy?

Yeah.

Vikki Phillips is one of our clinical nurse specialists.

Now, if it's all right with you, when we're finished,

she'll make sure you're fully aware of what we're going to do

and the options available.

Now, are you sure you wouldn't want someone here with you?

No. I'm fine.

-70 quid.

-That's not bad for half-a-day's work.

-You've got to stay light on your feet and exploit every opportunity.

-Listen, today's been a laugh but...

your brain is still thinking hand-to-mouth

and we can't live like that any more, Alfie.

-Thank you.

-Bye-bye.

-Bye.

It's fine. It's just a cyst.

Thank God for that.

Mick, if you hear of any bar work going... Just keep your ear

-to the ground for me, will you?

-'Course, mate.

-Cheers.

-Alfie?

-Yeah?

-I spoke to Vicki earlier.

-Oh, right?

Her and Spencer are looking for someone to help open

-a bar for them in Sydney.

-Since when?

-Well, it's only just confirmed. What do you think?

-Great idea.

-Long way to commute though. No, listen, thanks, sweetheart.

-All right, babe.

-Alfie!

-I hear you're still looking for work.

-Yeah.

Can I have a word?

Here you go. Mick's curry paste.

-It'll make his hair fall out, if he had any.

-Cheers, Linda.

Look, I know this outfit on Canvey and they lost their front man over Christmas.

-Shirl, I can hold a tune but...

-Come on, Alfie. You know what I'm talking about. It's a gang.

They do all the long cons across the south-east.

-They're looking for someone with a bit of patter.

-Me?

Regular money, Alfie.

Big regular money.

You've got my number. Have a think about it.

Performance enhancement?

I was always under the impression that my performance was...

..satisfactory.

More than, darling.

It's just that sometimes I might appreciate an encore.

Multiple encores.

Tina's due to start work in ten minutes.

I'll be waiting.

Why wouldn't you tell them? It's good news, isn't it?

Oh. You're back...from wherever you've been.

Yeah, not quite Pakistan, but somewhere equally as exotic.

-David ran me to the supermarket. Are you all right?

-Yeah.

I was wondering if you had a moment.

-There's someone at the house I'd like you to meet.

-Right. Yeah. OK.

-Just let me get sorted and I'll pop over.

-Yeah.

-So, where have you two really been?

-I told you.

-Two bags of shopping? Is that your cover up story, is it?

-Carol...

So, where've you been? Sneaking about behind his back?

-You disgust me, the pair of you.

-Oi! Oi! Don't you speak

to your mother like that.

-Carol, please.

-Shut up, David. Shut up!

Where are you going now?

See the effect you have on her?

I'm really pleased to meet you.

You must be shattered after your long flight.

Shall I make some tea?

Know your way round my mum's kitchen then?

OK. I'll make the tea then.

-Got through it all right?

-Yeah, erm...

Yeah, it was hard...

but it was also kind of beautiful, you know?

The whole family were there.

It really felt like she was loved.

Wish I could've been there to support you.

He had plenty of support.

The memorial's tomorrow?

Yeah, Shabnam's been a brilliant organiser.

Right. Well, if I can help with any last-minute details.

You must be hungry, Dad.

-I'll nip out and get us something to eat.

-I'll come.

You know, help you carry the bags and that. Mr Mas.

She's not normally like that. She's a good girl.

-She's Daddy's girl.

-Oh, you noticed that, did you?

No-one's ever going to be good enough for you. Apart from her mum.

Oh, you can't really blame her for that.

She wasn't around to see how bad it got.

And now she's here without her...

Zee's her mum.

She must feel like there's a great big hole in the middle of this home.

Are you OK?

Tell me about Pakistan.

I'm getting there.

-What, properly back together?

-Properly.

-Yes!

-Does that mean you're going to get married?

-'Course it don't!

-I'm not sharing a bedroom again.

We're all staying where we are this time, all right?

What it does mean is we get to hang out together

and do some really cool stuff...

-like going to McKlunky's right now.

-Yes!

Get your shoes and coats on.

-What?

-No, I can't come. My mum's stropped off again.

-Something's up and I don't know what it is.

-All right.

Well, I'll fill this lot up with chicken and deliver them back

greasy and content.

Sort it out with your mum, yeah?

I met hundreds of people,

people she grew up with, people she'd played with as a little girl.

And there she was...

..looking beautiful.

I helped carry her body,

place it in the ground...

Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un.

To Allah we belong and to Allah we return.

Then three handfuls of soil, sprinkled over her body.

You were created from the earth and we give you back to the earth.

I wish I could believe.

I'm really struggling.

It feels like she's just gone.

She lived and she died

and that's that.

It's different now.

The more you know someone, the older you get,

less places to hide. Keeps you honest.

I don't know.

I mean, you know what people say...

"Don't ever go back. It can never be the same."

Yeah, well, it doesn't have to be the same.

It can be even better.

Ian Beale, you're thinking about her!

-Who?

-Don't play games. What I said goes for mates too.

After all these years, there's no place you can hide from me.

Jane.

DOOR SLAMS

-I thought he wasn't going to be back for half-an-hour?

-It's fine.

Something smells good.

-What's he doing here?

-Well, apparently, I burnt the spices.

Ian's saved your supper.

You should thank him.

Should I?

-All right, Mickey. Is Shirley in?

-Hello, mate.

I dunno. Have you had a look outside? Is the flag flying?

It's on the house. It's...

a little thank you from me and Linda.

OK. What for?

Them pills.

I always thought I could hold my own in that respect,

but let me just tell you something...

it's made me feel 18 again.

You know what? This ain't bad,

even if Beale did have his mucky paws on it.

He's my mate and he's going to be here from time-to-time,

so get used to it.

While we're on the subject, there's something you could learn from Ian.

-Oh, yeah?

-He may have his faults,

but I've always been able to talk to him, you know.

Phil, I want us to work, I mean, properly work...

and that means talking to me.

I mean, whatever you do, whatever you're feeling,

I want to know all about it, share everything.

OK.

-And that includes the cooking, as it happens.

-Well...

I hope you like egg and chips.

Egg and chips?

I'm Angie Watts' daughter. Egg and chips were her forte.

I've just been sat over the Vic

watching them Carters.

Larking around, they were.

They got together when they were young. Did you know that?

So I'm sitting there

and just for a minute...

I imagined it was me and you.

Maybe if I'd been a bit braver...

who knows, eh?

See, that's the thing, when you know somebody when they were young...

it's a privilege cos you get to know the real person,

before life screws them over...

..and teaches them how to hide their wounds.

I knew you when you were young, Carol.

You can't hide your wounds from me.

I'm scared, David.

I'm so, so scared.

-WHISPERS:

-It's all right.

-What have you done to her now?!

-Bianca, I've had just about all I can take...

-Is that right?

-You are being a right selfish little mare.

-I've got cancer.

I've got cancer, Bianca.

That looks good.

Lemon tart.

Did you make it or buy it?

That's my little secret.

What's yours?

It's not a single lump. It's lots of little lumps, apparently.

-But you're going to be all right though?

-They don't know.

They think it might have gone into my lymph glands or something.

What do you mean? What does that mean? I don't know what you mean.

It means that they're going to have to do more scans

to check that it hasn't gone anywhere else.

Did you know about this?

-Yeah, some of it.

-Yeah. Your dad's been helping me.

-I'm so sorry.

-Hey.

-I've been so selfish.

-It's all right, darling.

So, what are we going to do?

We're going to fight it.