29/04/2014 EastEnders

-SHE WHISPERS:

-Jane...

What did you say to Jane?

Me? Nothing.

Something's changed, Shabnam, so what is it?

I didn't say a word!

It's probably for the best.

What does that mean?

It's for the best.

Say cheese.

That's it.

This is silly.

Martin's going to look at that and his eyes are going to pop out

and he's going to return your calls quicker than you can say stupid div.

-Can I get a cup of tea when you're ready, please?

-Yeah hang on a minute.

Ignore him. C'mon, one more. Give me sexy. Come on, pose

-Martin's going to have a heart attack.

-Hey. Sonia, you all right?

Mum. How was the chemo? Did they manage it?

They did. Wonder of wonders, I was up to it.

My immune system is behaving itself.

I'll have a lemon tea. Now that I've passed my blood test.

You didn't go on your own? David took you?

Yeah, he took me. He's just rushed off to an auction.

In that case, your favourite seat awaits.

Oh. Very posh, I like it.

I got everything from you.

Do you want anything else?

Yeah. Just a couple of slices of dry toast, please, darling.

DOOR SHUTS

Peter...

Dad texted, said that Jane's taken Bobby away.

What are we going to do, Denise?

Do you think there's a book... or an instruction manual...

..telling you how to get through this?

I... I don't know, darling.

I...

Anyway, your dad's upstairs.

I'm glad he's got you.

And you've got each other.

And that's what's going to count in the end.

I promise you.

I thought you'd left with the others.

No.

I, um, wanted to say how sorry I am...

about not being able to think of anything to say about Lucy earlier.

It's all right, don't worry about it. It's fine.

Shouldn't you be at work?

No. I called 'em, said I was ill.

I can't face it anyway.

I want to do something for Lucy.

I want to log in to her account and block them animals

from saying anything. But I need her password.

I... I wouldn't know it.

Maybe it's the same one she uses... USED for work.

I mean, we all use the same password for everything, don't we?

-Hey, you.

-All right.

-Why don't you have a lay down?

Don't know why I'm yawning, I'm pumped full of steroids.

That's because it's emotionally exhausting.

Is that a new top?

Yeah, I bought it for tonight. Me and Martin might go out.

Hopefully.

I'm really glad he's stepping up.

See, your marriage is stronger than you think.

Yeah, he's really great, Mum. He'll be there. If it comes to it.

What was I supposed to say?

Don't worry, he will call. Right.

I better get myself ready, Tosh and I are going up Soho later.

-But we're still really busy.

-I could give you a hand if you like.

-There we go. Problem solved.

-I can't just hire new staff.

Yeah, but I know Ian really well. I'll be working in the new restaurant when it opens.

Can hardly ask him, can we?

-There you go.

-Nice one.

What if he doesn't call me? Then what?

Believe in yourself, Son. Yeah. You're gorgeous.

Even minus boobs?

Listen. You have got a great rack.

Yeah. And as racks go, I'm talking like, Top Ten. World class.

Like, Dolly Parton, Nigella, Kelly Brook.

They're all racked up and you, girl,

you're stacking up right alongside them.

I think you've gone a little bit off...

You... You're so much more than your boobs, yeah?

You're amazing, totally, there ain't no questioning that.

So he'll call, yeah, cos he knows what I know.

SHE MOUTHS

Say something.

Dad, I need to hear your voice.

Where did Jane go?

She didn't say.

Did you tell 'em to go?

No.

Then how did it happen?

I don't know.

DOOR SHUTS

Patrick...

I got the first plane as soon as I heard the news.

SHE SOBS UNCONTROLLABLY

It's all right. It's OK, I'm home now.

DOOR OPENS

Oh... You doing it all by telepathy now?

You've got some clients out there. Look really keen.

Right. Yeah. Cheers.

Look at her, beautiful girl.

Yeah. Still can't get my head round it.

You heard anything from Jack or any of the others?

No. They're all in the same boat as you right now.

-Robbie's gene results came back negative.

-That's good.

A week from now this should all be behind us.

Yeah. Fingers crossed.

I'd better get out there.

Do you fancy doing some family stuff?

Maybe a drink in the Vic later?

Yeah, sounds good. Just let me know what time.

-All right. See ya.

-All right. I'll see you later.

There you are.

OK, I'm back, you don't have to fight this on your own, all right?

Thank you.

And you don't have to play brave either.

Cry if you want to cry.

Sorry... I...can't catch my breath.

Come on, Denise. Look at me. Just look at me.

I... I can't make this right, no-one can.

I tell you what, right now we all have to stick together.

OK? How's Ian?

Um...

Jane's gone.

She packed the car and she... took Bobby with her.

I mean, how could she do a thing like that?

We'll have to do what we can for Ian.

Let him know we're here.

People need people.

Patrick...

I've packed a suitcase.

I'm leaving Ian.

DOOR OPENS

You're back early.

Yeah. Just wanted to come home and check on you.

You OK?

What you been up to?

We're trying to block this trolling on Lucy's profile.

What do you mean "trolling"?

You don't even want to know.

Just a bunch of sad people sitting behind their computers. Cowards.

Why do that? What is wrong with people?

I mean, they do them things and they probably just

go about their lives, acting like they're nice and normal.

And the whole time they're just hiding how horrible they are.

When we got the news...about Lucy... the world stopped.

It just stopped dead.

It was like floating in space, there was nothing moving, no sound...

It was the end of everything.

And you want to know what my first thought was?

You'll hate me for it...

but I realised I couldn't leave.

I was on the verge of it, that day.

And then it hit me like a brick.

Somewhere...in those first few awful, awful moments...

..there was this voice telling me, "You got your timing wrong.

"You should've left earlier." Why did I hang around?

And, yes, I was heartbroken for Lucy, devastated,

but there was still this voice, this voice saying,

"Oh, you've got it wrong, Denise, you weren't decisive enough,

"you...you let life happen to you, you let it push you around."

And this is what I get for that. This is what I always get.

But no. This time...

This time I have to take control.

I have to be as strong as I can be.

And I know I look like a coward running away, deserting him

when he needs me the most, but I'm not, Patrick, I swear to you.

I am being the bravest that I can be.

I wish I loved him.

I'd take any pill going if it would make me want him. But...

I don't.

I don't.

-Hey, Shabnam.

-Yeah.

-You obviously know something.

-What?

About why Jane left.

You two were talking earlier, she must have said something to you.

Dad, I'm as clueless as you are.

Everything was fine between me and Jane last night. This morning.

So what's changed, Shabnam? She could hardly look me in the eye.

She was avoiding me. So why do that?

I have no idea.

You done it yet?

Yeah, I have. Yeah.

Let me see it then.

Lauren. You don't want to see it. It's not nice, OK?

Well, I... I hope they... Whatever.

I've been there with him, sitting with him and all the time...

All the time wishing it wasn't me.

And who's been holding your hand?

Well...it's not my pain.

I don't really come into it.

Which tells me you're in as bad a way as anyone.

You think I won't do it, don't you? You think...

Denise, you are a good woman.

What, and I'd live my life just to make someone else happy?

Look, I shouldn't have come here, I should've just kept on going.

Are you going to stop me?

You are, aren't you?

You're going to tell me I can't leave.

What're you doing?

What do you think?

I'm going to get you a cab.

Hey.

New threads, like 'em?

Yeah, you're very sexy.

Got to look delicious for my girl.

Where you two off to?

Magical mystery tour, Mick.

A club then, yeah?

Cheers, I was trying to build it up.

Hello, beautiful ladies. And Max. What can I get you?

White wine for my girls and I'll stick to lemonade, please.

-What do you want, Max?

-A large whisky. Er, I'll get these.

No, you won't. I invited you.

Anyway, we're not going to stay long, Sonia's got to get off to Martin.

Oh, no, it's all right. Change of plan. I can stay.

Who's that?

My friend, was just trying to sort her out with her husband.

-You? Mick, Tina's got a new job, marriage counsellor.

-Shut up.

-He stood you up, Martin?

-We'll just go out another time.

-What was it, work, yeah?

-Yeah. He's got loads on.

-Go sit down. I'll bring these over.

-Thank you.

Tell you what, while you're here. Do us another one.

-So Martin not took it too well then?

-No. He's been great.

-He don't know a thing, does he?

-Course he does.

Sonia, I know when you're lying.

And worse of all, I know when you're being an idiot.

So, Libby...

Libby! When will you be in?

That late?

No, it's... We'll talk properly when I see you, yeah?

-Sounds like I'd better delay the cab.

-Yeah.

If you can bear with me for just a little bit longer.

At least it'll give you time to talk to Ian, say your goodbyes, huh?

Thing is...

Hi, it's me.

Yeah. No, no, I still want a cab, man.

Just a bit later.

Yes, yeah, that'll be a good time. Yeah. Thanks.

All right.

-That should give you enough time.

-Patrick...

There isn't going to be a goodbye, is there?

I know, I know, it's rotten.

The worst timing in the world but that's me.

Can't you talk to him? Explain why. The man deserves that.

If I thought I could, I would. I'd be straight over there.

But if I step one foot in that house, I will never get away, I know it.

He'll want to know where you've gone.

I'll write to him.

I'll try and think of something.

And...

I thought, if you could give him this...

I'm sorry. I'm so stupid.

I should not be getting you involved.

Girl, I've got to be good for something.

I'm not a bad person. I'm not.

-Baby, nobody said you are. You're not.

-I'm not.

I'm all right, thank you, Max.

What're you talking about? We're just lifting the gloom, ain't we?

-Thinking happy thoughts.

-Reckon Mick'll bung us a bottle of wine?

Mickey, we're going up Soho.

Can we have a bottle of wine for the bus?

-Course you can, baby.

-Thank you. I love you.

-Enjoy yourself, you're out with us instead, darling.

-Yeah, who needs Martin, eh?

I want to propose a toast. Absent friends.

-Well, I'm not toasting him.

-Bianca?

She ain't said nothing to him. He don't know nothing about any of it.

-Thank you, Bianca(!)

-Sonia?

-I'm going to tell him when I feel like it, OK?

-You are going about this all the wrong way.

You've got to be honest. Can't go round avoiding things, take it from me.

Listen, we'll go together, right, and we'll get the ball rolling.

How does he know he's got to be around for you if you won't let him know that?

I really fancied this drink but none of you are going to let me do this my way.

In fact, it's not even a drink. It's an ambush. I'm going home.

-Yeah. Go on, ignore the issue.

-Sonia.

-Leave it, leave it.

-Just let her go. Carol, let her go. She'll be all right.

-She'll come to her senses.

Denise, I was wondering where you are.

I'll... I'll try you at the Minute Mart.

'Hi, this is Jane, please leave a message.'

Er, Jane, it's me. I'm just checking you're all right.

So, er, give me a call when you can.

Er, only I...

I just want you to know that I'm here for you, OK?

Whatever. Whenever.

And I don't know what Shabnam said to you,

assuming she said anything, but whatever it is, just ignore it.

OK?

I want you here.

So, er, call, text, send smoke signals,

just as long as I know you're OK.

Because, er...you're very important.

You're very special.

-B, I can walk, you know.

-You fell over a table.

Right. And I got straight up, didn't I?

Let's get you home.

I don't want to go home, do I? I've got a daughter there crying.

I can't stop her crying because I'm a rubbish dad, ain't I?

Well, you can make up for it now.

What sort of a mad world is it?

Beautiful girl like that. Everything to live for.

She didn't have to die, did she?

Last one on the bus has to pay.

Wait. Give me two seconds.

-Teen, c'mon.

-No, I can't leave her.

Really?

I'll catch you up.

Promise?

It's probably my fault for interfering.

See, that's why I love you.

Lola? I'm just getting some herbal relaxants or whatever they're called.

I think I'd better stay with dad tonight.

No, it's all right, I don't think he's up for visitors, to be honest.

I'm scared to death, Tina.

You don't know what'll happen.

It's odds on. Genetics say so.

What's the next step?

Some consultation thing.

Right, well, will you go to that consultation then

and talk to somebody?

Just find out what your options are, OK?

Promise me you'll set the ball rolling.

-Maybe.

-No. Promise me.

All right, I will.

What will I be without these?

And what if they have to take more away?

What will I be? I won't be a woman any more, will I?

I'll just be this...

Actually, what will I be?

Alive.

DOOR OPENS

Just me.

Jane's, um...gone. She's taken Bobby.

You OK?

I dunno.

I tried calling you.

Yeah... Patrick's back. I was over there.

Obviously, he's only just heard...

Things just got...emotional.

Want a cuppa?

No, I'm going to have a bath.

I'll bring it up to you.

We'd had this night planned for ages.

I told him I was buying a new top.

He was like, "Brilliant, go for it, let's make a real night of it."

And he's out with his mates instead. He always does this.

Every time we plan to go out, he makes an excuse.

He's forgotten how beautiful you are.

Don't make fun of me.

No, I'm not.

I'll tell you this, right.

I like girls but I ain't got a type.

But when I meet someone and I really like 'em,

actually it don't even matter what they look like

because already they're beautiful in my eyes.

And Martin should be like that. Everyone should.

-Well, then you're beautiful too.

-See, now you're getting it.

No...

..but you are.