18/04/2014 EastEnders

CAR HORN

CAR HORN

That's going to be Terry to take us to the station.

What you doing? Aren't you going smart?

There's been a radiator leak at the restaurant.

-Can't Jane deal with that?

-She's going away with Masood.

And you're going away with me.

Yeah, but we can see Libby any time, can't we?

Right. I'll just have to make your excuses.

I thought Ian was coming?

Nope.

Can you imagine if it was HIS daughter at Oxford?

Have you spoken to her?

No. Not yet.

What's Denise said?

I haven't told her. I didn't want to ruin her trip to Oxford.

Look, go and get her up. We'll take her for breakfast.

Don't worry. We'll sort this out.

Lucy?

Lucy!

Right, where is she? Did she sleep here last night?

Maybe she was up early for work.

-Are you covering for her?

-No.

-Jane!

-I'm not, I swear.

-Come on, Cindy, please.

This is important. She didn't sleep here last night. So where is she?

There she is.

PHONE VIBRATES

He probably just went out on the pull.

I know, I'm just worried, you know.

Yeah, yeah. I'm trying not to think about that.

Lucy, give me a call when you get this message.

Ian.

-She will have stayed at a friend's house.

-Yes, taking God knows what!

She doesn't need you charging around involving her whole family.

Now, go to work, get things done, and she will turn up.

You're not coming with...?

No, we're supposed to be setting off.

Just for a bit.

Dedication! And it's a bank holiday.

Yeah, all right, cheeky.

We do have a business to run too, you know.

What are you doing? Come on!

So bossy! All right, all right.

OK, open!

Banoffee pie and cheesecake for breakfast?

Not every day you wake up in a restaurant, is it?

Ian, man, this chief won't let me sign for the delivery!

It's not about that.

Oh...my...days!

Cake?

No wonder I don't get my post on time.

You've been staring at that luggage for ages.

It's Good Friday, Billy. I'm on holiday. Supposedly.

Besides, you only get catalogues.

Hey, hey, hey! Get back here!

Watch it!

What have you done to my cushions?

What are you on about?

Nothing six months of therapy won't fix!

All right! This is a development!

Yeah. My dad just caught us.

Oh, no way!

What's this about Dad?

Er, nothing.

See you at Roxy's party later.

We were supposed to make an early start.

I know. I'm sorry.

It's just...

You know Ian's family isn't always your problem, don't you?

-Someone had a sleepover?

-Yeah, you could say that.

Oh, right. Yeah, I saw Lucy tearing through the market.

He's going in a few days -

if you're worried about her falling for a soldier.

Lads I can deal with, all right?

-I found something in her room.

-What?

-Is...?

-Yes.

You mustn't tell anyone.

No. No, no, no, of course not.

Ian's so worried. I don't know. Maybe it's serious.

Maybe it's nothing.

But he's not very well equipped to find out, is he?

Just let me talk to her first, all right? You're too wound up. Wait.

You say they're not my problem, Mas,

but those kids are all my babies, really.

And how does Denise feel about that?

BELLS CHIME

Come here.

He's told you, hasn't he?

-Look, it's not like you haven't had sex before.

-No...

Luce, forget that.

-Is everything OK? Dad, I've got this.

-Oh, my gosh. Please!

Like, I know I shouldn't have done it in the restaurant,

-but there's 500 people in this house.

-It's not about Lee!

We know about the drugs, Lucy.

The drugs?

Lucy!

I guess it was hers, then.

-Did you know about this?

-No, Dad, I didn't.

Well handled, by the way.

We'll go away soon, I promise.

Let's just get these inside, shall we?

Oh. Weren't expecting you yet.

You all right?

Did your dad catch up with you about that Lee?

Wait till Whitney does. You do know she snogged him?

Yeah, well, you win some, you lose some.

What's he like, then?

Can we just get on with the work?

Thanks, sweetheart. I reckon you're in for a decent turnout tonight.

Better had be. Unless Sharon's wedged a table in the Albert.

Oh, babe, was you having a tournament and all?

-Now, now, Mother.

-You couldn't top this up with a bit of...

No. No booze in the a.m. - all right? You're bad enough sober.

When my ankle's better...

You won't need to be here any more, will you, Grandad?

You was all over Whitney five minutes ago. Now, Lucy, I'm a bit...

Leave off, will you. I got enough on my plate with her old man walking in on us.

-Do what?

-Yeah. Him and Lucy got caught by her old man.

-You grass!

-You rotter!

-Lee! He's our neighbour!

Yeah. Be your father-in-law before you know it.

That man is not becoming a relation of mine.

Wouldn't be so bad - she's a lovely girl.

What's her name again?

All right, settle down, everyone, please! We've got a pool tournament to set up.

And, Lee, do yourself a favour. Try not to cop for any tidy blondes on the table before it starts.

Nancy's just cleaned it.

Can I have a word?

In private.

Er, there's no-one upstairs.

-Do you reckon he...

-Yes, Mick. I do.

Do you want a cup of tea?

Look, this morning.

I get how it might have come across disrespectful...

-In your restaurant, with your daughter.

-The tidy blonde?

-That was just banter.

-If you respect someone...

All I told them was that you walked in and how bad I felt.

-Which I do.

-Yeah. She deserves better.

Yeah. She does. She's an amazing girl.

You have no idea.

If I find out it was you who gave her cocaine...

Coke?

Mate, mate, I ain't into all that.

-Naked? Lucy Beale? Boom.

-Mate, I'm telling you, man...

Wait, wait, wait, swear on Biggie's memory.

On Biggie, all right? She was naked!

She must have been cold, though,

cos the central heating goes off at night.

-Tam?

-Tam, Tam. Tam?

He's just told us he's seen woman-flesh.

-Like, naked.

-And you're worried about central heating?

Anyway, listen, Ian must've gone psycho, though! What did he say?

Bruv, I don't know. I tell you what I won't forget, though.

I'll never forget her putting that dress back on, man. Oh, my days!

Yo, watch it, man! What's his beef?

I can't believe he came up with all them hobbits and goblins

lying under that tree.

Yeah. Being lazy pays.

You shouldn't have been so hard on Chelsea all those years.

If she had a movie franchise, you'd have a point!

She made it to Spain.

Yeah. Turned out all right.

Somehow.

Both of you.

Shame Ian couldn't make it.

So how are things at home?

Oh, you know...

You must be busy with the wedding.

Come on, there must be some news.

It's middle age. You know, things don't change that much.

It all just...stretches out.

Anyway, what about your news? How's the Master's going?

Yeah, really well.

Ah. That sounds like there's a "but" at the end of that.

But...

I want to show you something.

Come on.

That's like the 15th one he's sent.

You going to tell me what's happening?

DOOR SHUTS

What you doing back?

Just looking for some car keys.

Can't get in the hatchback.

-Probably for the best.

-Yeah, very funny.

Nearly as old as your phone - which I don't even know why you're using.

Tell you what, do me a favour, Lauren -

make me a cup of tea, will you?

Do you want one?

No, no. I'll make it.

It's all right, Lauren'll do it.

-You're a guest here, ain't you?

-Hardly.

Your car key.

-I left them in the kitchen.

-PHONE RINGS

What's happening? You seeing that Carter boy now, are you?

-It's got nothing to do with you.

-It's Lee.

-Thought you might want to take this one?

-Oh, thanks.

Hello?

He did what?

Research Assistant.

Ah! Oh, sorry.

Come here, let me get a quick little picture! Just a quick...

OK, OK.

Get in there.

Got it.

Oh!

Wow.

You! What are you like, keeping secrets from me.

You're one to talk, Mum.

What's that supposed to mean?

You tell me.

Seems like pretty much every topic of conversation is off-limits.

You can't talk about Ian, the wedding, home.

Well...

Right. Er, home.

Home's lovely!

Oh, Bobby. He's so cute.

And then there's the twins, there's Peter and Lucy.

And, erm, do you know, I think you can always...

You can tell a person from the kids.

And then there's all the businesses, so...

I'll never get bored.

-Oh, the house.

-You've said the house.

And...

And...

-I don't want to marry him.

-Mum...

And I don't know what to do, because everyone's said, all along...

and I... I don't know what to do.

-Mum, please. Come here.

-I'm sorry.

-Come here.

-I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Lucy?

-How dare you!

-Me?

Going to the Vic and accusing Lee!

I was just trying to...

What? Humiliate me? You know what, you might as well go hand out flyers

saying "Lucy does coke! Lucy's a screw up!"

You wouldn't take my calls. I had to try and do something.

What has it got to do with you?

Oh, Luce, please. Love, let's not fight over this, OK?

Luce, come on, please, just talk to me.

No, I didn't come here to talk.

I came to get it back.

The coke. It is mine.

So give it back.

Welcome to the Vic pool tournament!

-Are you sure Lee's...?

-Engineers' champ. Boy's a shark.

20 on Winston, was it?

All right, Phil? You fancy a flutter?

Anything I should know first?

Buy you a drink?

I'm looking for Phil, not a relationship.

Relationship? You'll be lucky.

Nah, let's go to this party, man.

No, we've got to wait for Whitney and Lucy.

Wow. She's a pool fan, ain't she?

That's got nothing to do with pool.

Look at you!

Thanks. I'm going to Roxy's party later, so...

Is your brother here? Is he around?

-Yeah. About that...

-What?

Right, listen, I'm just going to put it out there. Last night...

Lucy and Lee, sort of... They...

-Are you joking?

-Sorry.

It's always her, innit?

Look at me. I'm an idiot.

I really hate her!

It is my property! I paid for it.

I had to try and do something.

What, you just crept into my room and broke into my jewellery box?

And I think I was vindicated.

I am not a kid any more.

Do I not have a right for privacy?

No. Not under my roof.

Fine, then. That makes my decision easier. I'll move out.

That's not the solution, is it?

I can't live with you any more. I can't be around you!

You criticise me, you judge me,

and now - what, you just go through my things?

I feel like you hate me.

That's not true!

OK, well, tell me the last time that you said something nice to me.

Maybe I don't tell you enough, all right?

But I tell Jane and Denise. You're the best thing I ever did!

I tell them all the time. I mean, just ask them.

Lucy, I can't believe I made you, all right.

You're beautiful, you're clever, you're independent.

I mean, maybe that's why I push you so hard,

because I know what you can be.

And you're the one who kept this family together

when I was on the streets, all right? And that's not forgotten.

Why don't you ever tell me?

Luce, come here. Come here.

-I'm such a mess.

-No, come on.

You're not a mess. Look, it's me, all right?

I'm the idiot. OK?

-I mean, look at me this morning. I was SO embarrassed!

-Really?

Yeah. All I could do was talk about cushions!

Lucy, I love you, OK?

I mean, Peter...he's a good lad, he does what he's told,

he'll work in the market and on the stall

and maybe one day the caff, but...

you and me together I mean...

we could take this family on.

We're special.

What?

Look, all right. I guess what I'm trying to say is...

You're the one.

You always HAVE been the one.

Peter!

Do you want to know why I take coke?

It is to block out

whatever thoughtless thing you said to me last.

Peter!

Peter!

Ah, the missing puzzle piece!

Is Peter in there?

Nah, sorry, Luce, ain't seen him.

Luce! Luce!

Lucy?

Oi, Luce?

Ah, have you two had a fight, have you?

Lucy, are you OK?

Why don't you just come in and we'll just sort it out in there?

Aren't you supposed to be at the flats?

Yeah, yeah. I had three cancellations, so...

Why are you trying to cause an argument?

Just come in.

Yeah, OK.

I'm just going to... leave Peter a message.

You OK?

Do I look like it?

-Why don't you get in the motor?

-No.

-Go on, we'll go to a hotel.

-I'll cheer you up.

-What, so we can just lie there

and think up what we're going to tell our families?

What about all the fun we're going to have?

You know, I don't want to end up like you.

I don't want to not know the difference

between fun and desperation.

Bit harsh.

Do you not want to be able to look your daughter in the eye again?

Come here. What do you know about my daughter?

-Cos I can look her in the eye just fine.

-Get off of me.

I want to start being a better person. From now on.

-Get in!

-And we're off!

We're going to make a killing here.

-That's if your boy turns up, Stan.

-Yeah.

Here, Nance, do you fancy this party later?

Yeah, when the last ball gets sunk, I'm all over it.

-Where's Lee? We're up next.

-Probably writing Lucy love letters.

-No more jokes. Ian might be lurking about.

-I'm not sure about that girl.

-Oh, there's a surprise.

-She upset your Whitney.

Honestly, Mum. Lucy... She's all right.

Ooh, that's a nause, innit?

TEXT ALERT

'Hi, it's Libby. Please, leave a message.'

Libby. It's me.

I'm going to end it with Ian.

Tomorrow.

Thank you.

SHE EXHALES

PHONE RINGS

'Hi, this is Lucy. Please, leave a message.'

'Lucy, are you coming back tonight?

'I know I messed up. Please don't be mad.

'Text me.'

PHONE RINGS

'Hi, this is Lucy. Please, leave a message.'

'Lucy, it's Lee. You not coming to this party?

'I fancy another cheesecake breakfast! Only messing.

'Anyway, I hope you sort stuff out with your dad, yeah?'

PHONE RINGS

'Hi, this is Lucy. Please, leave a message.'

'Lucy. It's me. It's Dad.

'Um... I'm... I'm sorry.'