18/06/2014 EastEnders

-Any news on Sharon?

-Not since last night.

You should have seen the state they left her in, Shirl.

What kind of scum does that to a woman?

Let's get out of here.

-What time is it?

-Gone nine.

-Why isn't my alarm working?

Because we've run out of leccy.

Well, why ain't you gone and topped it up then?

Cos I had to be up first thing to get Janet ready for her school trip.

It wouldn't do you two any harm to stick your hand in your pocket

-now and again.

-Someone got out of the wrong side of bed this morning!

-Sharon almost died last night, OK?!

-What?

And it ain't looking good.

MONITORS BEEP, VENTILATOR PUMPS

Her blood pressure is improving.

Why isn't she awake?

Mrs Rickman lost a lot of blood. Her spleen was very badly damaged.

We had to remove it during the surgery.

We're giving her a period of stability before waking her.

-She's going to be all right, though?

-She had a big operation,

but her recovery appears to be going in the right direction.

We'll continue monitoring her.

Are me and you friends again? I told you, didn't I?

I mean, everything feels better after a good night's sleep.

I've sent your sister off to your gran's.

-I thought me and you could dig out my Friends box set.

-I can't.

-I'm going to tell Phil.

-I feel like a crumpet.

-Do you want me to make you one?

-Mum... This ain't right.

-People thinking I'm some sort of hero.

-You are, in my eyes.

-Here you go again.

What do you want me to say, Johnny?

Go out there and tell everyone you hid whilst Sharon got the stuffing knocked out of her?

Because people round here... They ain't a forgiving bunch, believe me.

So you want me to lie, then?

I just don't want you making life harder for yourself.

-HE SIGHS

-Yeah, what's the point?

-SHE SCOFFS

-I can't do right for doing wrong these days.

-Just let the boy cool down.

-I tried calling the hospital.

-And?

-They won't tell me anything.

-What about your crumpet?

-I ain't hungry.

-Steady.

Tracey let me in. I was looking for Grandad.

I saw him whacking on a drop of Brut earlier.

So chances are he's wrapped round that Cora treacle.

Listen, them deliveries downstairs...I'd appreciate

you clearing them.

-Yeah, I'm on to it.

-So, it's all taking shape, is it?

Yeah, it's all coming together.

Who'd have thought it, eh? Us Carters.

-Practically running this square.

-I'm a Wicks.

-Here he is.

-Walford's answer to Vidal Sassoon.

-Oi. Oi.

You don't live here no more, you.

Well, then, tell pretty boy then to stop guzzling all the milk.

I've gotta shift those boxes.

-Come on, then! Show us your moves!

-Teen...

-What are you talking about?

Everybody on the market's talking about it.

How you took on them robbers single-handed.

Listen, where're you going?

Going to see if Phil needs help clearing up.

-Do you think that's wise?

-I've got to do something, haven't I?

MONITORS BEEP, VENTILATOR PUMPS

PHIL SIGHS

Ronnie's...Ronnie's taken Denny to school.

I told him you had a little bump on the head,

but that there was nothing to worry about.

-I'm sorry, Sharon, I'm so... I'm so sorry.

-Phil?

I had no idea it was this bad.

Billy said they've had to remove her spleen. Is that right?

What sort of world are we living in?

I mean, they could've killed her.

-I need some air.

-Phil...

I thought I'd lost her.

-CORA: How's Johnny holding up?

-STAN: Still a bit shaken.

From what I heard, he had a lucky escape. Has he said how it happened?

-All over in a flash, apparently.

-Put up a good fight, though.

-Brave kid.

-Yeah.

Thank you.

-How is she?

-She's... She's not good, Dot.

What have they said?

The nurse said that she had a comfortable night.

They always say that.

Who'd do this to her?

Oh, don't you worry, Ian.

It'll take more than a couple of hooligans to knock

Sharon Watts off her perch.

-Shirl...

-I don't want to hear it.

She's your partner, Phil. What were you thinking?!

Yeah...

Yeah, OK - well, look, if you hear anything you let me know, OK?

-How is she?

-Phil, I just spoke to one of the blokes who used to do

security at the club. And he's going to put the word about, OK?

Five minutes alone with them in a room. That'd do me.

-Phil, have you even slept?

-What about the Old Bill?

There's nothing they can do until the doctors bring her round.

-Yeah...IF they bring her round.

-How much did they get away with?

-Nothing.

-They go to all that trouble and come away empty-handed?!

-I don't believe that!

-Listen, you lot go, yeah?

I'm going to go and collect Denny from school.

-Well, no, let me stay and help.

-Look, just GO!

Just go, please.

FRONT DOOR CLOSES

The Arches. Yeah. In an hour.

-Hey, Dad...

-You all right?

-MOBILE RINGS

-How's Sharon?

-Yeah, she's...

-You all right?

-Yeah, I'm fine.

Ah, Mr Beale... How are things at home? Getting easier, I hope?

I'm due at the restaurant, Mr Coker, I'm...

It's just that I was wondering

when you were thinking about settling your account.

Of course there's no rush, but I do have my own overheads to consider.

-You'll get your money.

-I understand emotions must be...

-Look, I said I'd do it, didn't I?!

-Dad?

Thank you, Mr Beale. Much appreciated.

-Roxy... Is Phil about?

-Oh...

I wouldn't bother him, if I was you.

I was just wondering if you needed some help cleaning up

The Albert, once the police have gone.

-No, don't be silly, you don't have to do that!

-I want to.

-Look, thank you for what you did for Sharon.

-Nothing. It's nothing.

RADIO ON IN THE BACKGROUND Jay.

-Take an early lunch, will you?

-No, you're all right.

It's LUNCH TIME. Yeah?!

-Cora Cross! What do you think you're playing at?

-Here we go.

I give you strict instructions as to what to do in my absence

and what do I find when I get back? A liquid lunch at 11:30.

I've just spent a very trying morning in the hospital.

The last thing I need is an unruly workforce.

-How's Sharon, Mrs Branning?

-Hooked up to all sorts of machines.

I heard it's touch and go. Brain damage.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

-A grown man like you sitting around gossiping.

-I say it as I see it.

-Who's Cora hooked herself up with?

-That's Stan, it's Mick's dad.

She passed a comfortable night, according to the doctors.

-Have they any idea at all who might be behind it?

-Oh, Patrick...

-I'll have a tomato juice.

-Of course.

..Whoever them hooligans were, they've left her as good as dead.

-I heard it was gangland related.

-Who said that?

-Marie told Donna.

-Don't be so stupid.

-You think they might be after Phil?

Well, he's not short of enemies.

It was just a break-in that went wrong, that's all!

Now, can we talk about something else, please?!

There's something I don't understand.

-Why did they go after Sharon and not Johnny?

-What're you saying, Stan?

-That it should be Johnny in that hospital?!

-L.

-The boy was there.

He saw it all. He comes away without a scratch.

He was upstairs cashing up. He didn't hear anything. Honestly!

Have you lot got nothing better to do than sit around and gossip?!

One second.

-Where're you going?

-I want to be with my boy.

-He's not here.

-Well, where is he?

He wanted to make a start on clearing up The Albert.

And you let him go?! I can't believe you sometimes, Mick Carter!

-You need to get over to The Arches.

-I'm busy.

It's Phil.

-He's not in a good place.

-Phil can fight his own battles.

He needs you, Shirl.

Smash the place up a bit, I told you! Break a few glasses!

You nearly killed her!

-You said there'd be someone on the door!

-Yeah, they got sent home!

-She attacked us!

-So what?!

You thought you'd give her a taste of her own medicine?

-Is that it, eh?!

-It's not our fault!

-Then whose fault is it, you mug?!

YOU! You did this!

Phil, stop it! He's not worth it!

-What about our money?!

-Just go!

-No! We did our job! You pay us now!

All right, all right! You come back at four o'clock, all right?

You'll get your damn money! I need to sort him out first, just go!

What the hell were you thinking?! Ain't you in enough trouble?!

Thank you.

And it's not just the physical scars, you know.

A trauma like that...it can take months, years even to get over.

-Your husband. He's not at the shop.

-He's out on a job. Can I help?

My dad's got enough on his plate, without you lot hassling him.

I'm sure there's some kind of mistake...

No, he was out there this morning. Hounding him for cash.

That doesn't sound right.

You just tell him, next time he's got a problem, talk to me. OK?

Of course. And I'm very sorry.

You know, we were going to have to pay the bill at some point,

you know, Peter. Mr Coker's only doing his job.

-Yeah, I know, I just hate seeing Dad so stressed.

-Yeah.

It takes a lot out of you, doesn't it?

Having other people to worry about.

You look tired.

-Lexi kept us up all night.

-And that's all it was?

Sharon was lucky.

-They got to her in time...

-Oh, Peter...

Listen, why don't you treat yourselves to a night off

and I'll look after Lexi for you.

-I can't ask you to do that.

-Well, you're not. I'm offering.

-Are you sure?

-Yeah... Yeah.

-I could do with some adult company for a change.

-Thank you.

You're welcome.

We saw the door open...

Just wondered if we could do anything to help.

No, you're all right.

Just look at the state of it.

What happened to the police?

I think they finished up about an hour ago.

I expect they'll want you to do some sort of a line-up.

Assuming you got a good look at 'em.

Well - come on. Tall, short,

-fat, thin...? What do you remember?

-They were...

They were tall, I think.

-Well, that's a start.

-What about an accent?

Yeah, maybe. I don't know.

Immigrants, I bet.

We let 'em in to our country and how do they repay us?

By robbing us blind, thank you very much.

Yeah, well not everyone's as racist in their thinking

as your grandad, are they?

-What're you doing here?

-Your mum thought we could lend a hand.

She's over at the Minute Mart buying some bleach.

You know how she likes to busy herself.

Why does she always have to interfere, though?

She's just looking out for you, that's all.

Well, you going to stay and help? It was your idea, after all.

Nah, you're all right.

Your cousin could do with some help in his salon.

I better go an' all. Assuming Dot ain't given me the sack.

You're not helping, old man.

Go on...jog on.

How's Sharon?

It's too soon to tell.

Why did you do it, Phil?

I mean, most blokes...they give the silent treatment or

get their leg over on the side.

-I mean, but you...?!

-I just wanted to teach her a lesson.

By getting someone to beat the living daylights out of her?

The bouncers were supposed to see them off.

Look, all I wanted them to do was to scare her a bit, you know.

-Cause a bit of a scene.

-But why?

Because I was fed up of getting pushed out, that's why.

I mean, I bankrolled that place. I made it happen.

I should have a say on how it's run.

Sharon...she might know how to run a bar. But security,

who to put on the door, stuff like that... That's my world.

Pity the woman that stands up to you, then!

-They could've killed her, Phil.

-Yes, don't you think I know that? Eh?

Every time I look at little Denny's face I feel sick,

I feel like someone's stuck a knife in my guts.

And now I just... I don't know what to do, Shirley...

-HE SIGHS

-Then we sort it.

-How?

-Well, those two runts from earlier, I take it they're illegal.

-Yeah.

-That's a start.

Come on, Phil.

You've got yourself out of bigger holes than this before.

And what if Sharon finds out?

That's not going to happen. Cos you and me, we're going to sort this. Together.

PHONE BEEPS

-Hey.

-Oh, hey.

What're you doing later?

Probably going to eat some cold pizza in front of the TV...

Just like I did last night.

What are you grinning at me for?

-Because I'm taking you out.

-Oh, really?

Yeah, Dad and Denise are going to baby-sit.

Yeah, I don't know about that.

What're you doing?

I was about to take that to the bank.

It's my money, I'll take it as and when I need it.

What am I supposed to do for change?

If this is about Les, I spoke to Pam and she...

-You reckon you might have a job for me here?

-You've got a job.

-I don't think Sharon's going to want me back.

-After saving her life?

-I'd expect a promotion at least.

-So when do you open up?

-Next week, hopefully.

-How come none of the sinks are plumbed in yet?

Well, I haven't got round to it yet.

Well, isn't that one of the first things you'd do?

And there's still no electricity.

What's it gotta do with you? You a tradesman(?)

-No, it's just a question.

-I'm sorry.

There's still a lot to sort out. Listen. You don't have to stay here.

I can do the rest myself.

Beats having yet ANOTHER row with my mum, don't it?

I know she does your nut in, but she's your mum, she's supposed to.

You're lucky to have her.

Well, hopefully that's one less thing for Sharon to worry about.

Then again...if I was her, I'd think about giving the place

the once-over.

I mean, half of that stuff looks like it's come from a jumble sale.

And don't even get me started on the plastic stags. ..Johnny!

-Maybe he's not back yet.

-I'll call his mobile.

Just leave him, will you?

L, I've told you a million times.

-Please... Let the boy grow up.

-I'm trying.

If he wants to front this out,

it's his choice, it's not ours. OK?

Aw, she seems to love it up there in Bobby's room.

-Oh, we're looking after Lexi for the night.

-That's if you're up to it.

-She doesn't have to stay here...

-No, no. It's fine. Isn't it, Ian?

-Yeah.

-We've got everything you'll need.

-I can see...

-Nappies, yoghurts.

And this is her giraffe...

So that means that you two can go off and have your fun.

Are you sure you're going to be all right?

-Yes, I think we can manage between the pair of us.

-That giraffe...

-Yes, got it.

-Thank you. See ya...

That money you took earlier.

-Yeah, it's all sorted.

-So you paid Les in full?

-I said I would, didn't I?

-OK.

Where's Johnny?

-You've just missed him.

-How're you getting on?

-You're just in time, actually.

-For what?

-The grand unveiling.

-HE LAUGHS

-That takes me back.

-What? To when you had hair?

-Cheeky devil.

Try it out for size.

-Yeah, I could get used to this.

-Yeah.

Paying customers only.

Well, you'll be seeing a lot more of me once this place is up and running.

-Is that right?

-Mm. I've got to keep an eye on my investment.

My mate Jimmy rang earlier.

-He's the fella who was going to sort out your shop sign.

-And?

He still hasn't heard from you.

-That's because I wanted to talk to you first.

-What about?

-You'll think it's silly...

-Well, try me.

Been racking my brain trying to think of a name for this place

-and all of a sudden it hit me.

-Well, come on. Spit it out.

Stan's.

HE GASPS

You don't have to do that.

I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you.

Well, in that case I'd be honoured.

Is that a tear I see?

-Oh, don't be stupid.

-Aw! You're an old softie really, aren't you?

I ought to knock you into the middle of next week.

Yeah? Well, I'd like to see you try!

Dean...

I'm proud of you.

I'll leave you to it.

The final delivery arrives tomorrow.

I want cash.

Why're we just sat here?

Cos you don't wanna be there when Border Control turn up at your door.

-Border Control?

-Anonymous tip-off, apparently.

Two undesirables lurking around The Arches.

What can I say? I learnt from the best.

What time is it?

Just gone quarter past.

-I need to get back to the hospital.

-Phil, you had a look at yourself?

You need to go home, have a shower, and I'll sort you out a clean shirt.

-You don't have to do this.

-Yeah, I do.

Just one little, tiny mouthful for your Auntie D... Come on!

I don't know why Auntie D's bothering.

If she's not hungry, she won't eat.

Lucy was exactly the same at that age.

All right, what do YOU suggest then?

I'll have a go.

I did have two kids of my own, you know. Neither of which starved.

What we got?

Aw! Look at that, that's my favourite, that is.

That smells lovely, doesn't it?

Look, this is like a spade digging in the garden.

Look at the wiggly worms. Awww!

Shall I have some and you have some?

I'll tell you what, let's pretend it's big rocket...

And it's all the way over here.

Since when did you know one end of an ironing board from another, eh?

I'm full of surprises, me.

You can say that again.

Do you need a hand with anything?

-You can make a start on those empties.

-Any news of an arrest?

They'll be long gone, I expect.

-Makes you wonder if Phil Mitchell's got a price on his head.

-Cora...

-It's all right, Mick. Something you want to say?

-Lola...

No, I want to hear what Cora's got to say.

I just can't think why anyone would want to hurt Sharon.

I see.

Whereas Phil...

He ain't exactly known for his philanthropic endeavours, is he?

-Johnny was there, weren't you?

-Do we have to keep dragging this up?

-The boy saw nothing.

-I still don't get it.

-You say he was cashing up and couldn't hear nothing.

-That's right.

You saw all that broken glass. I mean, what is he,

-stone deaf or something?

-ROXY:

-Either that...

-He wouldn't have left Sharon on her own. All right?

-The thing is...

No, no, it's all right, Johnny. I've got this.

So he hid upstairs out of harm's way. And do you know why?

Because he's got his head screwed on, that's why.

If he'd gone charging in, who would have raised the alarm, eh?

Who would have called the ambulance and waited with Sharon

until the police arrived? So he didn't go in there all guns blazing.

And I for one am glad he didn't! Cos it wouldn't just be Sharon lying in

intensive care! So if any of you have anything you want to

say in the future, you can say it to me, all right?!

-Johnny...

-You just can't help yourself, can you?

-What're you talking about?

-I can speak for myself, I don't need you to do it for me.

What did I say to you?

Mr Beale...

-Les has got something he'd like to say to you.

-Before you do...

I just want to say I'm sorry for having a go at you earlier.

I know your husband was just doing his job.

Well, perhaps I came across a little heavy-handed.

What Les is trying to say is that we know your father has had

a difficult couple of months.

I think therefore it's only right we give him

a little extra time to settle any outstanding debts.

But he's already paid them.

I haven't seen your father since this morning, Mr Beale.

Why do you do it, eh?

-Do what?

-Iron my shirts,

sit there handing out advice.

-If it was me, I'd...

-You'd what?

Listen to me,

I'm so wrapped up in myself I forgot to ask you how you're doing.

Don't worry about me.

Have you decided what you're going to say to Mick?

I don't want to talk about it.

-Shirl... Sometimes...

-Sometimes what?!

Sometimes you just gotta say the thing that scares you the most...

-He's your boy, Shirl.

-No, he's not. Not any more.

He might find it hard at first,

but given time...he'd realise just how lucky he is to have you.

Please don't...

You know, if you weren't here, Shirl, I don't know what I'd do...

I really don't. PHONE RINGS

-JAY:

-I'll get it!

-And if there's anything you want - anything at all...

-Hello...?

..you just tell me, yeah?

I love you.

Phil...

Not now, Jay.

It's the hospital.

Sharon's been rushed into theatre.