22/05/2014 EastEnders

PHIL: Shirley?

Go away.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Shirley! Shirley!

There's no point. She ran away.

I wish you'd told me about this last night.

Do you know where she is?

If she's got any sense, as far away as possible.

I need a cup of tea.

How much sleep did you get?

-Not much.

-DOOR OPENS

Johnny! I didn't hear you come in.

How was it?

-Thought you didn't want to know.

-Don't talk to your mum like that.

No, no, it's fine, he's right.

I'm going to go and make some toast.

Mick?

You all right?

No, not really.

Here you are. Coffee.

-Where's the milk?

-Today, you have it black.

So?

-What?

-You going to tell me what's happened?

No.

Come on, drink your coffee.

-It's horrible.

-Drink it anyway. It'll make you feel better.

Why are you being so nice to me?

Must have a screw loose.

Everything I do, Phil...

All of it...

I'm just a waste of space.

Yeah, well, the world's going to seem a lot better once you've sobered up.

Not this time it won't.

Shirl.

Oi, look at me.

You are NOT a waste of space, all right?

Thank you.

So, are you going to tell me?

Why you ain't at the Vic?

Cos I'm not wanted there.

I've got a really good talent at driving my family away...

..and hurting them.

I've lost my little boy.

He was such a lovely baby.

Every time he saw me,

all he could do... all he could do was smile.

I don't want coffee, I want my son.

Oi, oi, you're not in a fit state to go anywhere.

Where you going?

-I need to see him!

-You can't go anywhere, not like this.

I just want to tell him I love him.

He ain't going to listen, is he?

Not with you smelling like a brewery.

You ain't going anywhere till you've slept it off, all right?

Come on.

I just...

I just want him to love me.

Thanks.

Did the painters get back to you?

Yeah, they're all set for the weekend.

She'll be back soon.

You know, I've told her over and over...

that she should never have been responsible for me and Teen.

She was just a kid herself.

It was too hard for her.

I've told her she done a good job.

So why did she let Dad lie to me?

Why did she let me believe that it was Mum?

Thank you for your co-operation, Mr Branning,

especially so early in the day.

If we have anything else to discuss, we'll get back in touch with you.

Come on, you go and have a lie down on the sofa. Go on.

This is his idea.

Come on, Shirley.

A word.

Police are satisfied. I've got no further questions to answer.

What does that mean?

What do you think it means? I'm in the clear, Carol.

Like I've always been in the clear.

I ain't done nothing wrong.

I've been trying to get hold of the girls. They're not picking up.

-Don't know where they are, do you?

-No.

All I want to do is get them round here, clear the air,

a fresh start.

You really think it's going to be that easy?

What are you going to say to Ian if you see him in the street?

All right, I know it don't look that great.

Have you even thought about what it looks like from where the girls are standing?

This is not just them throwing a hissy fit, this is serious, Max.

See, this is exactly what I didn't want to happen!

What do you mean?

You and Chelsea in Spain together for her birthday...

I just wanted to see her.

It'll be nice.

You should come with me.

No, I couldn't.

The flights are not that expensive.

Well, how could I leave Ian here?

KNOCK ON DOOR

Oh, hello.

I know it's early, but is Ian home?

Come through.

How are you?

So, we've spoken to Mr Branning.

And as far as the investigation goes, nothing's changed.

The CPS are continuing to pursue Mr Stone.

Thanks for letting us know.

It was a tough day yesterday.

Yeah, it was.

He needs me here.

-It's just until she sleeps it off.

-But Denny's in the house.

Well, he's just about to go to school, ain't he?

-He won't even need to see her.

-He'll smell her!

Sharon, she's in a bad way. She's going on about Dean again.

It's just for a couple of hours, that's all. Please.

-Well, it's your house.

-Oh, come on, don't be like that.

Is that a yes?

I suppose.

Thanks.

Listen, don't let her go anywhere, all right?

-Not until she's sobered up.

-Hang on!

I'm not responsible for her. She does what she likes.

You brought her here, you keep an eye on her.

I'm just trying to see if I can sort it out for her, that's all.

Sort it out?

Please. She's a mate. All right?

Denny! Get a move on or you'll be late.

I'll be in touch again soon.

OK, well, thanks for coming. That's made a real difference.

I'm glad.

You've been fantastic.

Yeah?

Superwoman, that's me.

Ever since...

..since it happened, you've, uh...

..you've just been there all the time.

And I've taken you for granted.

So, listen, I WANT you to go to Spain.

-Has Libby been talking to you?

-No!

I over-heard you talking in the kitchen.

It's out of the question...

No. Just listen, OK?

If none of this had happened, all right,

and the chance came up for you to spend some time in the sun

with your girls for Chelsea's birthday,

you would, wouldn't you?

-Yeah.

-So?

OK. Well, why don't you come with me?

No.

A bit of sun will do you good.

-No, I don't think so.

-You could do with the break.

She's got a point, Dad.

If I leave now, I don't think I'd come back.

It's all right.

I can look after him.

We can look after each other.

Bit overdressed for May...

..but needs must.

He's milking it.

He don't even need to. I feel bad enough already.

Here, Carter!

You might be able to help me.

All I want is for you to be happy. That's all I want.

I'm only trying to protect you, you know?

I'm too tired to keep going round in circles.

Oh, come on, eat your bun. Come on, eat it.

No, no, I'm going to go home.

See you, Mum.

-I just went to see your dad.

-Yeah?

He knows he's made a mistake, Lauren.

-A mistake?

-He's really missing his girls.

Yeah, well, he's taken it too far this time, Auntie Carol.

You all right, Nan?

Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just a bit tired, darling.

Trouble in paradise?

-Want to talk about it?

-No, I don't.

Liam, Liam! There's your sandwich...

-Sorry.

-That's all right.

Poor David. Let me cheer you up.

No, thanks. I don't want her leftovers.

Her name is Carol. And I love her.

All right?

If you say so.

-Dad, did you know about this?

-Know about what?

Carol, she's cancelled the hen night.

She was really looking forward to it yesterday.

It's the chemo. She's not feeling good.

But we had it all planned.

It was going to be a laugh, get a bit of champagne,

Liam was going to get dress up in a bow tie and serve it,

and then we was going to go the Albert.

Does a hen night actually have to be at night?

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Uh, Lauren, it's me.

Yeah, look, I know you're mad at me. I understand all that, but, um...

Look, I'm sorry, I just want a chance to explain to you and Abi.

So, will you come over about three o'clock?

We'll have a cup of tea?

All right, I'll see you then.

Dad?

Denise is packing.

Right.

Are you sure you're OK with her going?

She needs a break.

-Where are you going?

-I'm going to see Max.

-What?!

-I need to talk to him.

Dad, that's not a good idea.

I'm not going to go round there and shout at him or yell at him.

I'm not even going to blame him, all right? I...

I just need him to explain.

Explain?

Yeah, I... I need to understand.

What's there to understand? He's just a dirty old man...

No, not him.

Lucy.

I mean, him and her together. I mean, I just don't get it.

I mean, why? And the cocaine.

I didn't even...

I didn't even understand my own daughter!

But she's gone, Dad.

And talking to Max Branning,

that's not going to bring her back.

You're right.

I mean, he's nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Will we ever move on from this?

I hope so.

Yeah, we will.

You know, maybe it's time we brought Bobby home.

No, no, not yet.

This is where he belongs, Dad. This is his home.

He's better off with Jane at the moment.

We've got to start somewhere.

You come for a haircut?

Shave.

Take a seat pal, you're next.

I was before him.

Down the road, first on the right. There is another barbers.

PHIL SIGHS I'll wait.

Just can't keep away from him, can you?

Clinging on like a clam.

You're pathetic.

-This was his idea.

-I'm not interested, Shirley.

I've got a big comedy gig at the Albert tonight

and I've got a lot to do.

When me and Denny get back after school, I want you gone.

Listen to her. The Queen of Sheba, coming in and laying down the law.

I'm not being unreasonable.

You can use the bathroom, splash your face with water, that's fine.

You must be so pleased with yourself.

Your bar, your man,

your little boy...

I've worked very hard for what I've got.

Yeah, mostly on your back.

I'll pretend I didn't hear that.

Yeah, cos you're good at that, ain't you?

Pretending.

Least I say it as it is.

I don't walk around with a pasted smile on my face pretending

that my life's hunky-dory when it's really a car crash.

-My life ain't no car crash, Shirley.

-Oh, yeah, it is.

You and me have got a lot in common.

You're still drunk.

Phil don't love you.

I'm not going to humour you

by engaging in this conversation any longer.

-MOCKING TONE:

-"Engaging in this conversation."

OK...

If you're so good at telling the truth,

who would you rather be?

You or me?

Well, maybe we do have something in common.

Cos I'd rather be me and all.

-Now, make sure you're gone when we get back.

-Or what?

I'll do whatever it takes to protect my boy.

Like what?

Whatever it takes. Because he means more to me than anything.

More than you, more than Phil, more than myself,

because he's my son.

I don't expect you to understand that.

It's called being a mother.

Your mum needs to see you.

Yeah?

I don't need to see her.

She's made mistakes, she knows that.

She knows she's let you down.

She didn't let us down, Phil. She abandoned us.

I was a kid, my brother was ill and she walked out the door.

She wasn't there when he was sick, she wasn't there when he died.

She didn't even go to his funeral.

And we really needed her that day.

I had a look for her. But she wasn't there.

She was nowhere to be seen.

She's never been there when we needed her, not once.

And now she needs to see me?

You'll understand why that's not exactly a priority of mine.

Hey. Where you going?

I'm not finished with you yet.

Want me to take a look?

Go away.

That's the first thing Shirley said to me this morning.

Yeah? Pillow talk?

No.

Why are you here anyway?

At your age, Dean, you think life's going to roll on for ever.

You make a mistake,

there's going to be all the time in the world to put things right.

But, when you get to my age,

all you see is the chances that you missed.

Spare me the violins.

Grow up, Dean. Be a man.

Shirley's the only mum you're going to get and she's in a bad way.

So, why should I care? She's never cared about me.

-Of course she cares about you.

-So, why has she never said sorry?

What if she did?

My mum? Apologise?

Yeah, would you talk to her then?

-Shirley doesn't do sorries.

-Yeah, but if she did...

would you talk to her?

Maybe.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

-She's still not answering.

-She'll be fine.

-Yeah?

-Are you talking about Auntie Shirley?

-There was a bit of a to-do last night.

-Oh, yeah?

Nothing for you to concern yourself about. How's the revision going?

Yeah, all right. Not enough time to fit everything in.

-What time's Sharon expecting you at work?

-Three o'clock.

Well, don't be late.

It's a big thing, her leaving you in charge.

You don't want to let yourself down.

Do you think I should call the Old Bill?

And say what to them? My big sister stayed out all night?

They'll wet themselves.

There's something not right about it, L.

Just give her till tea time. If you ain't heard by then...

It was a meat market, since you asked.

I didn't ask.

In fact, it was worse than a meat market.

Me and Whitney left early and got a kebab.

OK.

You can stop smiling!

I ain't smiling.

Someone's been busy. Want a hand?

Here, Son, take those bottles for me, will you? Thanks, love.

Hello, Liam, love.

Mum! Cab's here!

You take care of yourself, all right?

Thanks.

You know, I don't have to go, darling.

Yes, you do. Just go and enjoy yourself.

-Hey, Peter.

-Have a good holiday.

Thank you.

Thanks. I am coming back, you know?

I know.

I love you.

I know. And I love you, too.

DOOR OPENS

All right, Lauren?

Just got to pick up some stuff.

SWITCHES TV ON

I should open the restaurant tomorrow.

Yeah?

The stall?

Maybe.

Lola will be missing you...

I can stay here a bit longer.

..and Lexi.

I'm not going to leave you on your own.

Peter, I'm just around the corner.

We've got to try and get back to normal.

Normal?

It's the only way we'll get through this.

Will you just stay and have a quick cup of tea with me?

Please.

Look, I'm in the clear with the police.

Lauren, please. What do you say?

The thought of you and Lucy, my best mate,

you two sneaking around behind my back,

it makes me feel sick, Dad.

Well, that's exactly why I wanted a chance to explain.

Well, go on, then. No, please, do.

-How long was it going on for, you and Lucy?

-Not long.

-How long?

Not long. I can't...remember exactly.

It wasn't long, Lauren, just a couple of weeks.

-So, you still like them young, then?

-Lauren, please...

Stacey and now Lucy...

What is it? Young flesh just gets you going, does it?

-Don't talk like that!

-No, it's true, though!

Women your age, they just don't do it for you!

-Please, Lauren...

-But you didn't like it, though, did you?

You didn't like it when it was me seeing Jake.

And he's a lot younger than you! You are a hypocrite.

You, honestly, you disgust me!

You're no better than some dirty old perv in a raincoat.

I'm not like that, Lauren, all right? I'm not like that at all.

Yes, you are. You are though, Dad.

And that money that you put into the business, LB Lettings...

That was for her, wasn't it?

I mean, it wasn't...

It's not for me. I'm right, ain't I?

No, it was for you, Lauren.

Do I look like an idiot?

Listen, me and Abs, we're staying at Nan's.

So, if there's any post or anything, just put it through the door.

Please, just...

don't knock.

KNOCK ON DOOR

-Hello?

-You asleep?

No, not really.

-Oh, that's good then, ain't it?

-Why?

We have, for your delectation, exquisite nibbles, fine wines...

-And juices...

-..miscellaneous girlie stuff,

-and last, romantic comedies du choix.

-What is all this?

Well, Carol, if the lady can't go to the hen,

-the hen has to come to the lady!

-CHEERING AND LAUGHTER

I've... I've sorted things.

-What?

-I talked to him.

Leave me alone.

He wants an apology.

-How did you...?

-When you go to see him, just...

just tell him you're sorry.

-Sorry?

-Yeah.

-Sorry.

-Shirl, not...

Shirl, wait until you've sobered up.

I need to see my baby.

Shirley! Shirley.

Shirl, wait... I'll drive you there.

-MOBILE PHONE RINGS

-Your nan is having such a good time.

I ain't seen her laugh like that in ages.

Look, just leave him alone!

Who was that?

Oh, it was no-one.

Liam?

It was TJ's mum.

Why's Nikki phoning?

Well, I saw them together.

What?

-Shirl, the car's back at mine.

-(Sorry.)

-Shirl, come on!

-I need to tell my baby boy that I'm sorry.

You're going the wrong way. The car's back at my house.

Shirl?

Mick...

You all right?

I'm sorry.

Come here.

-I'm so sorry.

-Sh.

Come here. Come here.

Let's get you upstairs, eh?

Come on, baby, come on.