11/03/2014 EastEnders

I'm really very sorry, Mrs Branning.

Dot... Dot, come and sit down.

Are you sure it's him?

Wotcha. How'd it go?

It was fine. Just a lot to take in.

-I'm making teas. Do you want one?

-Mint, please.

Yeah, we spent the first 90 minutes just talking

before they even took blood.

Talking? For an hour and a half?

Yeah. They had to make sure we understood all the consequences,

run through all the treatment options.

-Right. And when do you get to find out?

-Four weeks.

Do you know what, I'm going to give Alice's brief a call,

see how she's getting on.

It's a bit late now. Besides, you've had a busy day.

You staying tonight, darling?

No, I've got to get back to Rebecca.

I could murder a half hour in the Vic, though.

Good idea. Do you want to come, Bianca?

You know what, I'm so sorry, this is Terry.

I've got to go. Sorry about the tea, see you later.

Hello? What's all this? Scotch mist?

How...

How did he die?

At the post-mortem we discovered that...

Post-mortem?

What're you talking about? Why?

It was a sudden death -

we had to have one there to rule out any foul play.

It was found that his death was caused by respiratory failure

brought on by a heroin overdose.

When?

A week ago.

A week?

Property in Gravesend. The house was being used as a squat.

Your son's body is currently with this mortuary in Gravesend.

They're expecting a call to receive your instructions.

These were his personal effects.

I really am very sorry for your loss, Mrs Branning.

I think it's a boy.

The future captain of QPR there.

Come on, Teej, come have a look. Come on.

-What are you playing at?

-I thought she should be checked at the clinic.

They offered us the scan there and then.

So she's developed an attachment to it.

She already had an attachment, Ian.

If you'd talked to her, you'd know that. This baby's coming.

The sooner you realise that, the sooner you can start helping her.

Sorry I'm late. You all right, Jane?

Where have you been? You had your phone off.

I'm so sorry, Dot.

Have they gone?

Yeah.

Must be a hard job they have. Very hard.

DOOR CLOSES

Oh... That'll be Arthur.

What's going on, Mrs B? Ronnie.

I hope you're hungry.

Cos I made a chicken pie for Carol's lot,

and there was enough left over to make one for us.

OK, good times.

Can I have a word?

-Have you got nothing to say?

-What do you want me to say?

You want to end up like Lola Pearce,

pushing a buggy around in your trackie bottoms?

No education, no job prospects, no money...

I'm nothing like Lola.

Not yet.

Cindy...

I know we've had our ups and downs, OK,

but I promise you all I want for you is what's best.

OK? And this isn't for the best. This is a disaster.

You keep saying that, but it doesn't feel like that to me.

It feels...good.

I know you don't want me here.

That's fine, honestly, because I'm used to that.

No-one's really wanted me since the day my mum died.

But I...I want my baby.

I want him so much.

The electricians are due at the bar end of the week.

We need to make some decisions.

What do I know about light fittings? You turn 'em on, you turn 'em off.

That's the third time she's called Ronnie. Why's she so jumpy?

Ron, look, just call me when you get this.

Hey, you all right, Bill? You want a drink?

-If you're buying.

-All right, Trace.

A bottle of your nearly finest champagne, please.

And an orange juice for the wife.

Splashing the cash, aren't we? That your new van on Turpin Road?

-Yeah.

-What, you going into the burger business?

-Got it cheap, didn't I?

-Don't look cheap.

We'll have a little chat about it later, yeah?

Alfie, you're my mate, but this business in Australia?

-I just hope it don't come back to bite you...

-Bill, later.

Oi, why haven't you been answering my calls? I've been worried sick.

Why?

Because I thought Carl's mum had caught up with you again.

Why would she do that?

OK, I'm sorry to be the killjoy here, but has anyone actually

explained the impact that this is going to have on your life?

I know it's going to be hard.

-You've got no idea, darlin'.

-It's what I want.

And how do you feel about that, TJ? Do you want to be involved?

'Course he does.

If she's all right with it.

Well, I want him to know who his dad is, that's all I know.

-So you're putting TJ on the birth certificate?

-'Course. He's the dad.

OK, so Cindy wants to have this baby,

and she's happy for TJ to play a part in his life.

The next question is, how are you going to support Cindy?

She stays here. We look after her.

And who's going to look after the baby?

I will.

Well, that is very easy for you to say, darlin',

but chances are after six months of night feeds and early starts...

She stays here and we look after her.

Denise, what do you want me to do? Throw her on the street?

House is already bursting at the seams.

-We'll work it out.

-And babies ain't cheap.

We'll go 50/50, won't we?

It's only right, ain't it? My boy's got her into this.

-You got a load of money all of a sudden that I don't know about?

-No.

You said the other day you've got nothing left over

at the end of the week.

Do you mind if we have a minute, please?

-So I just...

-Can you really see Cindy coping with a baby?

Well, yeah, I'm sure she'd manage. Listen...

I dunno. She's not like you, is she?

Peter, why don't you go round there and tell her

exactly what she should be thinking, like everyone else is? I'm going.

-Wait, have I upset you?

-No.

But I've come to tell you something

and all you've done is bang on about Cindy this and Cindy that,

and I do understand but...

I got arrested last week for shoplifting nappies.

-Right. I'll go see how Dot is.

-Want me to come with ya?

I need to find some kind words to say about Nick Cotton

and diplomacy ain't your strong point. See you later.

See you later, Sharon.

Say something then.

I don't know what to say, really.

I can't believe you'd do something like that.

Why didn't you just come to me if you were so hard up?

Because I was embarrassed.

You know I'm happy to pay for stuff like that till you get sorted.

I know, but the last placement they offered me was in Tooting.

How am I going to get to Tooting every day?

So maybe you should think about another kind of job?

Do you know what, Peter?

If you don't like who I am and what I do,

I suggest you find yourself someone else.

Yes, I know it's going to be tough, but I've got to do this.

Ian said he'd look after her. And he's got the money to back it up.

-Yeah, but it don't matter does it?

-It does matter if your kids are going to go without.

I'll do extra shifts or something.

You're going to work even more hours

to give money to a man that don't need money!

I'm not doing this for Ian Beale. I'm doing it for TJ, ain't I?

Look, if I put in half the money,

that puts TJ on an equal footing, don't it?

It gives us more say in how it turns out.

Cos she's carrying a baby Spraggan there, you know.

Dot?

Sharon, Ian. Just in time for supper. Are you hungry?

Arthur, supper time!

Coming.

Dot, Ronnie told us your news. We're so sorry.

Yes, well, you see, there's too much for the two of us.

Are you sure you won't have nothing?

-I don't think...

-Yeah, we'd love to, Dot.

I'll lay some more places, shall I?

Good. Ta.

It's a burger van.

Artisan burgers.

-You don't even know what that means, do you?

-No.

-So it's a burger van.

-Yes.

But it's going to make us a few extra quid, ain't it, sweetheart?

I think it's brilliant. You know what, it deserves a toast.

Let's all raise our glasses. Kat and Alfie.

-Lovely. Thank you. ALL:

-Kat and Alfie.

Cheers.

And she definitely bought it?

Totally. She said she knows what Carl's like.

I said he just walked out of my life. She didn't bat an eyelid.

You off?

Yeah. Got some work to do down the gym.

Ron, just watch yourself, all right?

You worry too much. Don't panic.

We move forward, remember?

You're a bit quiet. You all right?

Yeah I'm fine. Babies are giving me gyp, that's all.

Looking a bit tired. You not sleeping well?

-Carol. Can I have a quick word?

-Yeah.

I think there's something you should know about Dot.

Mrs B, that was lovely. Thank you so much.

Always such a well-mannered boy, ain't he, Sharon?

You do know what's happened, don't you?

Course I do. I ain't doolally.

Did the police say anything about Nick?

They said that he was dead.

Not much else they can say, is there?

Ronnie said it was a drugs overdose, Dot.

Yes. Yes, it was.

It was always going to be drugs, wasn't it?

Did they say what happens next?

I still saw him in flashes... how he used to be...

when he smiled...

It's just if you need me to drive you anywhere...

You didn't know him, Arthur, not when he was younger,

but he was a good boy.

Deep down, yes, he was a good boy.

He was my little angel.

Others will tell you different, but they didn't know him

when he was young, not like I did.

He was a good boy.

Jay? I'm back.

So...?

Poppy got a call from Nick a while back.

I tried to get her to tell Mrs B, but Poppy wasn't having none of it.

-She said something about him being bad news.

-He was.

But I mean, I should've told Mrs B at least. Right?

It doesn't matter what type of man he was, he was still her son.

He deserved to speak to his mum. Right?

To say what?

The only thing Nick ever wanted from Dot was money.

So just let it lie, cos if you tell her what you've told me,

it's not going to help anyone, is it?

Dot... Dot, you don't have to do that now.

It's as good a time as any.

Look, come here. Leave it. Leave it, please. Come on.

Come sit down. Come on.

Now listen, you. I'm worried about you.

OK? We're all worried about you.

I mean, given the circumstances, you're not acting normally.

What's normal?

-I think it's shock.

-Shock?

I've been expecting this for over 30 years

and grieving just as long.

When someone dies, there's... there's things you've got to do.

Do you even know where the body is?

Yes.

Look, I know it's hard,

and no matter how hard it gets you've just got to face it.

I've been facing it for over half my life.

My Nick's been good as dead for years! Dead. DEAD.

My Nick's dead.

He's with Jesus now.

And all his troubles have gone away.

And I'm thankful.

Yes, I'm thankful that he's at peace at last.

If there's anything we can do... Anything at all.

I just want to be left.

Carol, she needs some time to herself.

I should see her, pass on my condolences at least.

No, really, Carol. She just needs time alone.

So horrible. Poor Dot.

-Yeah, well, bound to happen sooner or later, weren't it?

-Bianca.

What? You didn't know him.

I should tell Patrick. He'd want to know, wouldn't he?

-We should get going, too. Come on.

-I'm sorry we were interrupted.

It's not a problem.

I had a chat with Denise, and Jane seems to talk a lot of sense.

So we'll talk money further down the line, eh?

-Oh! 'Scuse me.

-Thanks.

I should go, too.

Stay.

Why should I stay?

Um...cos we need to talk about the restaurant, don't we?

So let's talk.

Did you have to do that?

Fine, so you ain't talking to me either now.

Is this about the money?

-Yes!

-I'm just trying to do the right thing, ain't I?

Do you see you and me being together in a few years, Tel?

Yeah, 'course.

So then you don't go and make decisions like that on your own!

Bianca, wait...

There's more to this, ain't it?

This ain't just about the money.

This ain't like you. What happened today?

You had your phone turned off. You never do that.

Bianca?

I went to a clinic in Islington with my mum and Sonia.

-Clinic?

-Yes.

My dad paid for me and Sonia to be screened for this cancer gene thing.

I thought you got that all cleared up.

Well, that was wrong.

And you didn't think to tell me?

No, I was going to have the test, get the results and in a few weeks...

And you keep going on at me cos I don't tell YOU things?

No, you'd just found out about the baby, you big lump!

I knew you'd worry.

You've got enough to worry about.

What?

You don't get it, do you?

After all this time, you still don't get it.

I like worrying about you.

I don't know...

I was on the market and I saw the nappies...

..and I just took 'em. I really wasn't thinking.

You've had a rough couple of months and you just slipped, that's all.

It's like my dad.

OK, it's not quite like that, but I'm just saying,

I understand, it must have been really stressful,

not having a job and that.

I would consider other work,

it's just I haven't really got many options, have I?

Is Mummy stupid, hmm?

What about childcare?

Kids love you.

And that's like a proper career, ain't it?

-Something you can progress in.

-Yeah, but...

It's got to be more rewarding

than sitting around painting nails all day.

Yeah, I could consider it.

Look into it a bit...

Champagne? Who's been buying you champagne?

Wouldn't you like to know?

Yeah, I would.

I might have to stroll over there and knock his lights out.

As if!

Kat and Alfie, if you must know.

Oh. That's all right then.

They're setting up a new business.

-What new business?

-Burger bar.

That ain't right.

-What's not right?

-Liam.

It's not right she's sat over there, celebrating

-and drinking champagne after what she's done.

-Me?

Not you. Kat!

What about Kat?

Huh?

DOOR BANGS

Who is it?

Hey.

I thought you might fancy a nightcap.

Mum?

What's the matter?

I'm so angry, don't even ask me.

Why, what's happened?

SHE HAMMERS ON DOOR AND RINGS BELL

Open the door!

Open this door or I will kick it in! Come on!

-Where is she?

-Carol, it's late. Tommy's in bed, Mo's got a migraine.

-You've obviously been drinking.

-Is Kat hiding in there?

-Carol, stop!

-You can't hide in there forever, Kat!

-I'm not hiding!

Bianca, take her home.

What was all that in the pub? I even toasted your future!

And there you were, smiling away,

knowing that you'd slid a knife in my back.

I've done nothing to you, Carol.

-Hurt my family, you hurt me.

-Mum, please.

No! She's told the police that she saw Alice attack Michael.

Go on, ask her.

Is that true, Kat?

You're a liar.

You're a liar and I'm going to make sure that everybody knows it!

You can have the money as soon as the paperwork's drawn up.

I've been checking out property prices

and they've gone up quite a bit.

Now, I'm not sure that's going to buy you a half-share any more.

Where you going?

Won't accept anything less than an equal partnership

with an equal say in the running of the business.

You want to run it?

Of course I do. What do you think I want?

-Be a silent partner in a mediocre restaurant?

-Mediocre?

You average 15 covers a night.

We could double that in six months, and that's just for starters.

All right, what's your big idea, then?

We close the restaurant down.

When did you go for the interview?

Saturday morning. I was trying to keep it a secret.

I had this vision of me running in with the mortgage documents

going, "Look, Ron, I did it!"

I'm sorry. Why don't you go to another bank?

No. Face it.

No-one's going to give me a mortgage whether I've got a deposit or not.

They're right, I'm a credit liability. Add that to the list.

Don't say that.

It's true, though, isn't it?

I mean, 40 - it's not exactly far off,

and what have I got to show for it?

No house, got no job.

-You've got Amy.

-I know.

And I want to have somewhere settled for her.

You know, somewhere she belongs.

I'm not like you, Ron.

I try and I try, and I just...

..I can't do it on my own.

I could help you buy a house.

I dunno, it's an idea. Maybe it's not the right time...

No, it is! It absolutely is the right time.

If that's what you want.

Really?

I love you!

Ohhh!

THEY LAUGH

Get off me, you loony! Get off me.

-Ron?

-Mm-hm?

All that stuff with Carl, I just want to forget all about it.

We can, can't we?

Yeah.

Come here.

-I love you.

-I love you.

DOOR BANGS

Couldn't this have waited till the morning?

I was just on my way to bed.

I'm sorry, Mrs Branning.

I just wanted to...drop off the rest of your son's things

and make sure you're OK.

Well, that's very kind of you, but there's really no need.

It's just I know you don't have any family.

Who told you that?

I've got a sister, Rose, well, half-sister,

and her boy and then there's my little Dotty...

Has anyone told her? She was very close to her father...

Oh, dear.

I shall have to ring Sandy.

This isn't usual, is it?

You coming round to check on me?

I haven't been exactly straight up with you...Mrs Cotton.

I wanted to, but I...

Who are you?

I'm Charlie.

Charlie Cotton.

Same name as my old man.

I was named after my grandfather.

What do you mean?

Your son, Nick...

..he was my dad.