18/07/2014 EastEnders

PHONE RINGS

Ian?

Phone!

PHONE RINGS

Ian?

-Who's R?

-What?

-Do you want me to answer it?

-Erm, no, no. It's all right.

-Who is it?

-Who?

-R?

-Erm, supplier.

-Oh, only it's the second time they've rung,

-and I thought, you know, might be important.

-Well, it's not.

OK. All right, well, come on, this is ready now.

I'm sorry, OK? I didn't get much sleep.

It was easier when we thought it was Jake.

-I mean, at least that way I had someone to hate. Now...

-OK.

OK, Ian, you just breathe, yeah?

Try and take it easy on yourself.

Some things, you know, are just out of your control.

PHONE RINGS

Who's this now?

-Just leave it.

-No, I can't.

Hello?

Emma. No, no, it's fine.

You do not call me. Do you understand?

I call you.

Says he still feels sick.

I think he's just trying it on.

Well, he can stay with me, eh? Keep me company.

-Listen, I'll stay if you want.

-No, you've missed a lot, looking out for me.

-I've only got a few things to sort.

-A day off school won't do any harm.

-It wouldn't be the end of the world if I didn't do them.

-Look, go. Really, I'll be fine.

-All right.

-OK. See ya.

-Lola thought Peter was going to rip Billy's head off!

-But he didn't.

Yeah, but obviously then they believe he didn't do it.

-Abs, just don't get involved.

-Yeah, but where does that leave Jake?

-There's no hot water.

-Yeah, I had to wash my hair.

You shouldn't leave it running, cos everyone else just gets cold water.

-KNOCKING ON DOOR

-Please be Jay.

What do you want to do for tea, then?

It's all right, I'll sort something out.

It's good to have you back, Lauren.

Sorry I had the hump yesterday.

Oh, it doesn't matter.

Oh, thank you. I'll just go get my bag.

Yeah, I'm going to go as well, actually.

I'll have that. See you later, Jay.

See you later.

-You all right?

-I saw you.

-Sorry?

-I came in here last night.

All right...

She's a copper, Max!

You're in your house snogging a copper?

Sorry, forgot my phone. See you later.

See you later.

So what?

-The copper investigating Lucy's murder! That don't seem a bit weird?

-No, not really.

Are you serious? In the middle of the investigation?

-Well, you said anything to Abi?

-No.

Well, don't, cos I've only just got my girls home.

So the last thing I need is you sticking a spanner in the works.

HE HUMS TO HIMSELF

-You all right?

-Been better.

-Where you going?

-Got to go make a formal statement, ain't I?

-See ya.

-See ya.

Babe, do you want any breakfast or anything?

No, thanks.

-Everything sorted?

-Yeah.

-You busy today?

-I wish.

Only Sharon's stuck at home with Dennis,

could do with a bit of company and...

Well, give her a manicure, pedicure, whatever she wants. Just cheer her up, yeah?

Yeah, no worries. How is she, though? Is she getting better?

-Yeah. Yeah, she's getting there.

-Good.

-Ta.

-Cheers.

-See ya.

DOOR BANGS OPEN

Sorry! Practising headers.

Get dressed and downstairs now!

Go on!

-Hiya.

-Can I get a tea?

-Yeah.

-You OK?

-Yeah. Erm, sorry I lost it last night.

-Everything all right with Lola?

-Yeah, fine. You?

Well, I couldn't sleep,

so I sat up all night reading a wedding magazine.

-That's a weird one.

-Yeah, I know.

Just ask me anything you want to know about beach weddings, I'm your man.

-PHONE RINGS

-Hello?

It's good, you know, you and Denise getting married. Something to look forward to...at last.

Yeah.

Was that who I think it is?

It's Jake, he's out. He's coming to the flat later.

So, you lied?

I didn't feel very well.

-But not sick?

-A bit sick.

-Of maths.

-It was a test!

OK. Well, let's just spend a quiet day together, eh?

You and me.

Why don't you play your game for an hour and then later on...

DOOR CLOSES

Hey. Sorry, I should have called.

Phil asked me to pop round.

-Thank you.

-New set of bridal mags are in.

Ooh, can I have one(?)

Two packets of my usual and a disposable, please.

Ian asked me to order these.

-Lucky girl.

-There you go, thank you.

Cheers.

So he's still planning it, then, even with all this going on?

Yeah, I don't know,

-maybe it's his way of trying to escape it all, you know?

-And you?

A little while ago you were going to leave him. And now?

-You cannot marry him out of pity, Denise.

-I'm not!

-Marrying him?

-No, pitying him. He's a good man.

He's in a bad way, just...

Hiya. I've just been to check up on Peter, see how he's bearing up.

But, listen, I've had an idea about the wedding, OK?

It's this thing that I've seen, it's called Trash The Dress.

-Ian...

-No, listen.

-I don't...

Listen, love. They do it at all these beach weddings.

It's like a crazy celebration,

-I saw it in the mag, where you trash the dress...

-OK, OK, Ian...

Look, love, I don't think that...

Ian...

this...with the investigation starting again...

-What?

-..is the right time for us to be thinking about a wedding.

Yeah, but it gives us something to look forward to.

Yeah, but, you know? Let's just...

We'll just press pause, you know?

Just until things go back to normal.

There you go, sweetheart, OK?

Yeah, no, Phil just reckoned you could do with a bit of a pamper,

being stuck in with Denny ill and that.

Well, he's not that ill.

He playing you up again?

You wait, Lexi'll be the same -

they test the boundaries.

Trust me, she already does.

So, how's Billy holding up?

Yeah, no, he's not that great.

And he only nicked some fish. But it doesn't stop him worrying about

what the police are going to do.

-Yeah, but he's innocent, Lola, so I'm sure...

-So was Jake.

They still banged him up, didn't they?

Anyway... Right, I've got some sparkly one,

or what about this? Korean hot candy pink?

Go on, then.

Oh, gosh, man. The sun's shining.

How often does this happen in England?

-We can go to the caff or to the Vic?

-No, no, it's not the same.

If you want lunch, we got pies and a bag of salad at home.

Bag of salad?! I got lettuce, radishes, the whole lot.

-Home grown.

-Right.

Yeah, man, we could sit down and hear the birds singing.

Feel the sun on your face.

Taste the fruit of my labour -

and time out from your troubles, too.

So, you really want to do this?

-I do.

-Oh, Patrick, it's just... It's the middle of the day,

it's just when the shop gets busy.

I'll cover, it's no problem.

OK, so you don't want to spend quality time with an old man?

Oh, come on, that's not what I'm saying.

Sounds as though business before family.

You know what, Patrick? I would love to come.

Yeah, man.

He should be here by now.

DOORBELL RINGS

HE LAUGHS

Oh, I've missed you!

I've missed you guys.

Patrick, you're not overdoing it, are you? You know, digging and that?

Out here, on your own, at your age.

Don't worry, man, I find time to chill out, you know?

Have my drink, listen to cricket on the radio.

Yeah, well, you deserve that.

And what about you?

I'm fine.

You don't have to put on this iron-lady act with me, you know?

You know what it's been like with the investigation.

There's Jake, Billy, Peter...

Ian's just...clinging on by his fingernails.

And Denise?

Well, there's a lot of other people's feelings that come before mine.

Not to me, there isn't.

Well...this is lovely.

Yeah, well, like you said, I ain't getting any younger.

Well, that's all the more reason to not be out here grafting.

Well, I'm not a young man any more.

Patrick, are you trying to tell me something?

I just wanted to see you settled, you know?

-Put my mind at rest.

-Settled?

You did have second thoughts about marrying Ian.

And...I mean... you're still together.

I'm not leaving him now.

Is it because you don't want to or is it because you can't?

-Does it matter?

-To me it does.

Hey! This is quiche.

Where did you get quiche?

Ian.

HE GROANS

-They're quite good.

-Oh, really?

-Yeah.

Oh, good, well, I can do them again if you want?

Before you go back to work.

Well, I think I'll be back sooner than that.

Yeah, I wouldn't rush, though.

Roxy's doing a really good job at covering at The Albert.

Well, I wouldn't get too comfortable if I was her.

-BEEPING

-Right, that'll be the jackets.

I put in an extra, if you want to stay?

-Yeah. Yeah, no, that'd be really nice.

-OK, cool.

I'll just get some coleslaw.

-No! Your nails, be careful!

-Yeah, sorry. I'll just get Denny.

Denny?

Denny?

Denny?

Denny?

-What're you doing?

-Nothing.

Get away from there. Lunch is ready.

-I'm just looking.

-I said get away.

Phil's got some cool stuff.

I said no!

Oh, Denny...

-Dennis!

-Denny, I'm sorry!

Denny!

Denny!

-Ian asked you to talk to me?

-Only because he was worried...

-He couldn't do it himself?

-..you were getting cold feet.

Want to spend the rest of your life with someone, but you got to go behind their back?

-Like you said, he's in the middle of a nightmare.

-Exactly.

How is he supposed to think straight with all of this hanging over him?

-Are your feet getting cold?

-No.

Babe, you know you can tell me.

-Oh, it's different this time.

-Is it?

Not because he asked me I'm going to do his bidding, you know.

Listen to me.

You don't have to marry him because he is in a state.

-I want to stay.

-Nobody's judging you, babe.

Thank you, Patrick.

All this talking...it helps.

He's a good man.

He might not be the King Of The Carnival!

Can you imagine?!

Ian in silver lame and all peacock feathers!

THEY LAUGH

Baby...

do you love him?

All I want is to know, baby, is that...you're happy.

It's not fair. You're innocent.

This is your home.

I shouldn't even be here - conditions of my bail.

-You've got to stay.

-Yeah, come on, the case against you's been dropped, right?

I'm not totally out of the frame.

You wouldn't have been nicked in the first place, if it weren't for that Lauren.

My brief reckons it's just a formality

before they drop the charges, but...

We would've laid on, you know, proper drinks and all that, but...

-Yeah, you know, we thought it might not be...

-Clean and sober.

I swear to God. One day at a time, but I am not having another drink.

Good for you.

-I should go.

-No, no, stay for a bit more cake, come on!

That's, like, only the third cake I've ever bought in my entire life.

DOORBELL RINGS

-You expecting anyone?

-No.

No. Just stay there.

-What do you want?

-I know he's here.

He doesn't want to see you.

Yeah, it's goat's cheese.

I've been baking. It makes me...feel better.

Oh, looks nice. Could serve it at the wedding, veggie option.

I'm not exactly sure there's going to be one.

What, a vegetarian option?

No, wedding. Denise wants to press the pause button again.

I'm sorry, but it's just a pause, yeah?

There you go. Table one, classic, well done.

What are you doing here?

Like I said, I want my money.

Just go away. I've already paid you.

I need more if you want me to keep my mouth shut.

You're not getting any more.

No? Then I'll tell the police where you were that night.

Do you know what? You're disgusting, do you know that?

Me? You're the one that goes kerb-crawling

after a row with your daughter!

Just go away, will you?

I mean it, I'm going to tell the police.

Oh, right, and what you going to tell them?

Do you really think they're going to believe a person like you?

You want to find out?

No, I'll tell you what I want, I want you to go away permanently.

So why don't you go and buy yourself a big rock of crack

and then go and find some gutter you can crawl away and die in?

Hiya.

-You OK, darling? You look stressed.

-No, I'm fine. I'm just...

a little bit jangled, you know? With the investigation, the wedding, not the wedding. It's...

Ian, look, I don't like seeing you this wound up. Come here.

Only if it's completely knackered. If it's just worn, leave it, yeah?

-Phil! Dennis has gone.

-Where?

I don't know, he just ran out the front door.

-Sharon... Sharon was shaking him.

-She was what? Why?

I don't know.

What you did...was very sweet.

Was it?

Naughty, but very sweet.

And you're right, you know? What Patrick thinks,

it does mean a lot to me.

Yeah, he's like a father.

His blessing... is very important to me.

But you know what?

it's not nearly as important as you.

-I'm not trashing any dress.

-No, no.

Does that mean...we're back on?

-No quiche. Outside catering.

-Right, outside...

And I get to choose the first dance.

So it that a yes, then?!

Yeah. We've got to have something to look forward to, haven't we?

Well, he can't have gone far, can he?

The market, the Square, the allotment and the park, yeah?

Now, we all split up, but we stay in touch, right?

He's here.

You had us worried, you little monkey.

Have you told him what Sharon done?

Yeah.

Jay, can you leave us alone for a minute?

Is it true?

Lo, do us a favour and take Denny back to your gaff, yeah?

That's not the Sharon that I know.

Come on, we can watch a bit of telly at mine, yeah?

Least not before you started messing with her head.

-Shirley, leave it, all right?

-She's a bag of nerves.

I told you, leave it, all right? This is my business.

No, THIS is your fault.

That's the woman you're supposed to be in love with.

Is that what you call love?

You could've ruined his life.

It's your fault he's got to leave the Square.

It doesn't matter about all that now.

No, they're right. I'm sorry about the police.

I don't blame you.

-Yeah, but, if it wasn't for me...

-It's OK.

I mean it.

I lost control.

All I could think about was booze and you.

If I'm honest, you did me a favour.

There's no way I could get Bella back in my life

if I was still drinking.

Where are you going to go?

-I don't know.

-Yeah, but you're coming back, though, aren't you?

-After all this has died down.

-No.

Yes, you are. When they find out who really done it.

I can't.

I'm sorry.

DOOR CLOSES

You spoil him, Sharon. You know, that's what you do.

How many times have I told you that you spoil him?

That's the kind of mum you are, not... Not this.

I know.

You're not...

You're not violent. That's not you.

But I'm not me, am I, Phil?

What those men did, it...

It's not just physical...

I just don't feel me.

I don't feel me.

I've... I called the doctor.

Denny's fine, I promise you.

For you.

Let's give you a bit of time.

OK, thanks.

Sneaking away, it's going to look like you're guilty.

I'm not sneaking.

Yeah, but that's what people are going to think.

Doesn't matter what anybody else thinks. Only Bella.

Well, at least... At least you can start again now.

Yeah. Yeah, I will. We will.

Just not around here.

I really hope everything works out for you.

Thanks.

It will.

You know, I made a mess of being a husband.

I'm not going to mess up being a dad.

I'll see ya.

KNOCKING ON DOOR

Hey, hey, hey!

You looking for Ian?

Wait, don't I know you?

-I'm looking for Denise.

-Oh, she's...

Poor cow's still engaged to that pathetic piece of work, isn't she?

Mmm! What's going on here?

I thought we'd do a family movie night, you know? Get a pizza.

Just like the good old days.

-What was that for?

-Nothing.

-We'll sort the pizzas, you sort the film, yeah?

-Yeah, all right.

You ain't choosing it.

So I've decided I'm not going to say anything...

to Abi, about Summerhayes.

Cheers.

She's much happier back here, so...

But...you and Lucy.

I mean, you were sleeping with her.

And now you're sleeping with the officer investigating her murder.

Yeah.

Well, I didn't plan it out like that, did I?

Want a beer?

I've been thinking.

You're right. You know, it's only an affair.

I'm going to bin it.

-Really?

-Yeah.

I only just got my girls back, you know?

It's not the right time to start anything, is it?

You go through.

Hey, you all right? It's only me.

Well, I was thinking about you.

Yeah, something like that.

Well, I would ask you what you're wearing,

but I'm scared it would involve handcuffs.

Listen, when can I see you?

Simplest way of looking at it is post-traumatic stress disorder -

the body and mind's reaction to shock.

You know, I just feel jumpy, like...

like my heart's thumping all the time.

A severe shock, the attack at your bar,

knocks the whole system out of sync.

I can give you something to counteract the anxiety.

Well, I'm not sure.

Pills?

For the anxiety. They'll mellow your mood.

What do you think?

What I'd suggest is a prescription for a few weeks.

Just to get over this hump.

I think, given your levels of anxiety, there's a strong argument.

Thanks. Thanks very much. You all right to see yourself out?

Call me, any time.

I appreciate it.

I shouldn't be taking anything.

You heard what he said. You need them this time, don't you?

Yeah, but I... Come on, Phil, you know what I can be like.

Something's got to be done, ain't it?

-Chinese lanterns?

-What do you think? Bit naff?

It's dangerous.

No, they sell them down the cash-and-carry.

You light this little oil burner inside

and then they just float up into the sky.

We could let them off in the gardens, the allotment or something.

And set fire to Patrick's shed?

No, look, a whole bunch of them, all right?

Every table could light one.

No, actually, it does sound sort of lovely.

It will be. I mean, just imagine, right?

All these lanterns just floating over a dark Walford sky.

Your big day is going to be legend.

Oh!

Oh, Patrick, you made me jump.

-You OK?

-I just wanted a word.

-Oh, right, you coming in, then?

-With Ian.

I think I've got a tot of rum in the cupboard,

-we've got something to celebrate.

-In private.

Ah, right, I'll leave you to it, then.

I'll be in in a minute, love.

I know.

I know all about your filthy little secret!