25/07/2014 EastEnders

-PHIL UPSTAIRS:

-Sharon?

Just getting some water.

Do you think it's too early to phone Max?

-Yeah, just a bit.

-Thanks. This is ridiculous, I want my kids back.

-There was no... They didn't need to go to Max's.

-It's lucky

-that he could take them.

-But it's like they've accused me

and found me guilty all in one breath.

Look, it's obviously a misunderstanding.

Tiffany told them that I've made hash cakes.

What is to misunderstand?

Well, you didn't make them, so we'll clear it all up.

What are you looking at?

Nothing, no, I just had a stupid thought.

Tell her, Whit, tell her that it'll get sorted.

Yeah, yeah, it will.

Sorted? I've got an 11-year-old daughter who's a drugs mule!

-B, that's nuts.

-I know!

-Listen, just get a grip.

Max'll bring her home and she'll tell us the truth.

I mean, those brownies didn't come from this house,

they came from somewhere else.

Morning, mate. Do you want a bit of breakfast?

-Where's Tiffany?

-Just getting ready upstairs, I think.

Why are we here? Are we in trouble?

No, I'm just giving your mum a break, that's all.

-Right, you hungry?

-Can I have cake?

-Why don't we see what we've got, yeah?

-Oh, yeah!

Right, you ready?

Now, the thing with bacon is it spits.

So you got to spit right back.

Right, your mum's going to love this, ain't she?

Now, pass me an egg.

Look at that.

That's skill, that is. That's two Mitchell stars right there.

-Denny.

-Mum!

-We're... We're doing you breakfast in bed.

-Come on.

-No, I'm up now darling.

But thanks anyway.

The flower was Denny's idea.

All right, mate, you better get dressed. Summer Club starts today.

-He's not going.

-What?

I've changed my mind.

He's been going on about it for ages.

And it's the first day today.

-I want him here, with me.

-Mum, please!

Listen, I'll drop him off and I'll collect him, all right?

So you don't have to worry about going outside.

-It's not about that.

-But it is, though, Sharon, isn't it, so let me handle it, all right?

-Go on, mate, go and get changed.

-Yes!

-Denny...

-Thanks, Phil.

Sharon...maybe you shouldn't have ditched them pills.

How do you know I did?

Well, I found 'em in the bin.

Like I said, I've been down that road before.

You've got to tell me these things.

You shouldn't keep any secrets, none, not from me, all right?

I've got a delivery at the R&R, and I've got to do some

paperwork at the Arches but I'll be back about lunchtime, all right?

Come on, Den! Get moving!

R-U-M. What's that stand for?

Liver failure. You don't even drink rum.

I know a bloke who does.

-But not at these prices in here.

-PHONE RINGS

Sharon?

What? Hold tight, I'm coming now.

It's all yours.

Forget this lot, I'll just take that bottle of rum.

Found Patrick's credit card, so I'll get these paid.

-Think I can do most of it online.

-Yeah, you should be able to.

Also, I've washed and ironed some of his pyjamas.

-You taking them in today?

-No, not today, I've not got time.

-Got a visit from the area manager.

-Oh, right. Well, that's good.

Well, I mean, for you, gives you a bit of a break, doesn't it?

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, we can do then. Yeah. August 26th.

Brilliant!

OK, yep, see you then. And thanks.

Aunt Babe, you are all right with us borrowing that extra cash,

-aren't you, for the clinic?

-Course I am. Anything for our Tina.

Aleks let me in.

Lee, spread the word, we are celebrating later.

Really? It's just an appointment at the moment.

T! It's starting, we're going to be mums.

That'll cost the kid on Mother's Day.

Oh, I'm late. When can we start picking out names?

I'll be working over the Vic.

Be a good girl and pop my profits round.

-Later, Lee.

-See ya, Babe.

So, it's all happening for you and Tosh, then.

Erm, yeah, hopefully.

There I was, putting two and two together.

And guess what I got? Tiffany Butcher. Hash Brownies.

And you. Ring a bell?

-Tiff had 'em?

-Yeah, well, I was with Whitney yesterday

-and she said the school was all over it.

-How did SHE get them?

Babe's going to kill me.

Yeah, and so are the Butchers, if they find out.

Lee, I was only doing it for the money for the fertility treatment.

You see how excited Tosh is.

What am I going to do?

Pray?

SHE KNOCKS

Sharon?

You're helping me pack.

-How were they?

-Yeah, they were great.

-Morgan eats everything.

-Yeah, he does, he's a growing boy.

Listen, B, I couldn't not take 'em in last night.

Don't mean I'm not on your side.

Bianca.

-Obviously, we don't want everybody to know about it.

-Yeah, course.

-We'll keep you posted.

-Look, if there's anything I can do. You know,

-character reference, or...

-No, I'm sure it won't come to that.

Are you joking? The social will be all over this.

They'll be marching in here, all guns blazing.

Then we'll tell 'em what's what.

But nobody knows what's what, do they?!

You'd better start talking.

Sharon? Sharon.

Don't just stand there, Linda, get Denny's stuff packed.

Talk to me.

This is saying it all, isn't it?

I mean, what if this was Mick?

You know, there you are, all loved up, living the life,

and then, wham! You've got it all wrong.

It's a lie.

It's worse than a lie, it's a betrayal and then you just don't know where to turn.

Oh, sweetheart.

You know, he put this ring on my finger.

He promised me everything. "You name it, Sharon, it's yours."

You know, "Move in with me, own a bar, let me be a dad to Denny."

And I'm laughing like a schoolgirl in pigtails.

Then I get attacked, knocked senseless, and there he is again.

Only this time he's a carer, and a cook.

And I can't believe that this man...

..this lovely, lovely man has been gazing into my eyes and...

He was behind it all.

The attack.

He ordered it.

-No.

-I heard him telling Shirley.

-Shirley?

-Don't tell her, all right?

Nobody needs to know - not Mick, not nobody.

-But Shirley?

-This is all Phil, that's all that matters.

Shame you got rid of that gun, I'd have blown his flaming brains out.

You need to help me get away.

Then what?

What do you mean?

Well, where are you going to go?

You've got a plan, right?

No, I haven't.

I don't know.

I don't...

There you go.

Sorry, Mum was yakking on the phone, I couldn't get her off.

How is she these days?

Oh, I'm not sure, my ear fell off after the first hour.

It's nice to know that Zainab hasn't changed.

Any news on Patrick?

He's trying to say words, but I can't really make 'em out.

Tell you what, I could do with a double bed, though.

Catch up on a few hours' sleep.

20 mild, please, darling.

Do you know, if you want to pay Patrick a visit,

I'm sure he'd be glad of the company.

I would, but I've got to be somewhere.

Anyway, someone'll trot along.

I hope so.

Can't be much fun lying there on your own.

Tiff's agreed to speak to Liam.

Oh, what, am I that frightening, then?

Don't answer that, Whit.

Look, we just need to try and keep calm.

Anyway, that school love her.

She's their star pupil, that's got to count for something.

It'll be over the minute Tiff opens up.

Look, you can't say anything to anyone, Tiff. Yeah?

Look, you found the brownies. And if anyone asks,

you just say you found them lying on a bench or something.

But why do I have to lie? You took the brownies.

Yeah, and Nan's ill, right, she's got all that hospital stuff

coming up next week, and if people find out that they

were from the caff, they're going to think they were hers.

Look, some...

some ill people...

they take drugs to help with the pain,

but you don't want everyone jumping all over that.

-Obviously, you need a plan.

-I need a plane ticket.

Well, the way that I see it, you have two options.

Option A and Option B.

Option A, you come clean and throw yourself at the mercy of everyone.

Tosh'll kill me, then Aunt Babe, she'll kill me some more.

Right, in that case, it's going to have to be option B.

-You borrow the money from the till in the caff.

-What?

Stop ringing the prices and pocket the cash. Pay it back later.

Lee, I need 200 quid!

Well, what's that, 100 cups of tea?

Oh, no, I can't do that. That'd be wrong.

But it's all right to sell drugs?

Well, that's for a good reason, wasn't it?

Teen, Aunt Babe wants her money back

and Tosh thinks you've got money. They're two even better reasons.

Bit early.

It's for Patrick.

I thought we could take it to him.

You going to draw a moustache on him and all?

He's probably grown one himself now. Well, come on.

Lee's looked up the bus times.

Since when have you been Patrick's best friend?

I was laid up myself not long ago, I feel for the bloke.

Well, enjoy the bromance(!)

Be nicer if you came.

I don't like hospitals.

People our age walk in and never come out again.

Even if you're just visiting,

you can feel their hungry little eyes on you,

mentally making up a bed.

-I told you before, I can cover, it's not a problem.

-I'm all right.

You're going to worry. Then you're going to feel guilty,

and then you're going to do my head in about it.

-Yeah, I'm going to head off and see Patrick.

-Good.

-LINDA:

-'Why would he do this to you?'

I mean, I don't get it.

You think I do?

You know, I've been drifting for years

and finally I find something concrete,

and Denny finds some stability, and Phil just blows it apart.

I don't even know where we're going to go.

I do. It's called the Vic. You and Denny can come there right now.

I'll dump Johnny in with Nancy, and you and Denny can have

-Johnny's room.

-No, I don't know, Linda.

-Well, it's just a stopgap,

you know, till you get your head straight.

You can't just run off and let that...evil tomato ruin everything.

You need time to think, you know, be with people who do care about you.

What about Mick?

Yeah, no, don't forget Phil sold us a dodgy pub, that ain't forgotten.

So, this ain't even an invite, it's an order.

Sharon, are you listening?

-Don't even think it.

-He was lying right beside me.

-Sharon...

-All the plans we made.

He's vile, so use that, all right?

Use what he really is. Pack these bags with it.

What about the Albert? What am I going to do about that?

Some things you're going to have to let go of.

Well, I won't have any money.

I'll get you some. Somehow.

Enough to tide you and Denny over.

Phil's picking Denny up from Summer Club.

I'll beat him to it. Look, come on, keep packing.

All right!

Sharon.

Sharon.

Sharon!

Come on. Come on. You've got to get up.

Right, you're Sharon Rickman!

No.

No, I'm Sharon Watts.

Good girl.

Oh, flaming hell, Phil's coming.

What? He said lunchtime.

Go and stall him!

-Me? How?

-Linda, just do it. Go! Go!

All right.

Phil.

Linda. You ever not going to be there?

Got your slippers ready, darling.

-OUTSIDE:

-'Joking aside, I'm glad you showed up,'

because I'm a bit worried about Sharon.

'I think she's taken a step or two back.'

Didn't think she should've stopped taking the pills.

'See, now that makes sense.

'She said she was going for a lie down. They must be connected.'

-Reckon she should've eased off gradually, then?

-I dunno, I ain't a doctor.

Still, I can't believe what's happened.

And who'd do something that horrible?

-Yeah, well, it's over now, ain't it?

-What if they come back?

I just want to check on Sharon.

Phil, wait. How about a coffee?

Sharon! Sharon!

MOBILE RINGS

Jay. What? No, not now, I'm indoors.

Hang on. Hang on a sec, mate.

Tiff's got something she wants to tell you.

I want the truth, Tiff. I don't want you lying to me,

because this is serious, do you hear me?

We just want to know where you got the brownies from, darling.

DOORBELL RINGS

I....uh...found them.

You found 'em?! Is that it?

-What have I told you about lying to me?

-Mum?

Morning. Mrs Butcher?

Kate Hughes, Walford Children's Services.

SHARON: Yeah, I know where it is. OK. I'll see you there.

Oh, and the name's Mrs Watson.

The first thing I'd like to establish is that Tiffany

is our main priority here. She's been exposed to drugs

and once we've made sense of this, the police will take over.

-The police?

-We need to make sure

this doesn't happen again, Mrs Butcher.

Course it won't!

So, in your own time, can you tell me where you found the brownies?

So, Tiffany, I just need you to help me

fill in this form. See these questions here?

So, maybe you could start by telling me what happened

and how it happened,

and I'll write it down, and then you can check it over.

It's all right, in your own time.

Come on, Tiff, just talk to the lady.

Mrs Butcher, please.

Come on, darling, we need to make this go away.

-STERNLY:

-Tiff.

Oh, look, it wasn't her!

All right, it was me. I found the brownies.

Sharon?

I was expecting a Mrs Watson.

Marcus Christie. Or whatever it is you're calling yourself these days.

You come alone?

I haven't got long, take a seat.

Here, breathe this in, old son. Best medicine in the world.

Amazing how popular you get when you're out of everyone's way.

You hearing me?

Hey. Come on, Patrick, we want you out of here.

Cora says you never leave these places.

Well, that's not going to happen to you.

Don't let them take you. You hear me?

There's life in you yet.

-Stan?

-Hello, Denise.

You're not leaving?

Well, it's just a flying visit.

Well, as flying as you can get at my age!

Has he been saying much?

No, not a sausage, apparently. He's been dozing all morning.

-Anyway, now you're here.

-No, stay.

-I could do with the company.

-I'd love to, but...

it's just this place.

I did my time in here a few months ago.

-I'll see ya.

-See ya.

So, what happens now, then?

Well, obviously this changes things a little.

Liam. Where did you find those brownies?

-On a bench.

-Don't lie to me!

-Carol?

-You would have got in trouble and you don't need that,

not with your op coming up.

-I was trying to protect you.

-For the last time.

The caff. I got the brownies from the caff.

How did you track me down?

I live with Phil now.

Let's just say I found something that made me think of you.

Do you remember Sam Mitchell?

I bet you remember conning her and Phil out of the Queen Vic.

And bringing the family to its knees.

You're on your firm's website, Marcus. Different name, same face.

You should've had plastic surgery.

Cos if I can find you, so can Phil.

I've got complacent, I need to address that.

Well, here's another trip down memory lane.

A little wander into your corrupt, thieving past.

-I'm straight now.

-You were born crooked.

Now, take a look at these bank statements and get back to me.

These are Phil's. I'm not touching them.

Well, trouble with that is I know who you are, and where you are.

That a threat?

Most definitely.

So, not a lot been going on really.

Ooh...

..had a stock take at the Minute Mart.

Glad I missed out on that.

Patrick! They're not going to let you keep that in here.

I'll tell you what. I'll keep it for when you get out.

-Ian. Is Tina around?

-No, called in sick. Not that I believe her.

-She's not at home.

-That says it all, doesn't it?

-Who's the tea for?

-Stan.

There you go, Stan. Cuppa.

-You've got yourself a good 'un.

-I have?

That Denise of yours, been sitting with Patrick day after day.

-I'd have sat with her only...

-Is she at the hospital right now?

-Yep.

-You'll have to cope on your own.

You got to be winding me up, ain't ya? Lee!

Oh, Mick, Mick, Mick. I got to be back at work in a minute.

-I'll have hers.

-At least inhale the bubbles.

Was thinking, Babe's a nice name.

A babe called Babe?

It's a thought, dear.

Look happy, you'll give the game away.

Teen, I ain't stopped talking about this all morning.

I should be off.

Got that woman to meet in Maldon,

finalise the deal on Lady Di's last pup.

You're all across the baby scene, aren't ya?

Must remember to bring that 200 round.

Now, that, my friends, is a beautiful drop of Cava.

Ian.

Has he, erm....

has he woken up?

-No.

-Oh, right.

I thought, cos you were here, they must have called you.

No, he's just been snoozing, bless him.

Good.

Well, not good, you know what I mean.

Patrick?

-Hi, Carol.

-Hi, Tracey. Have you seen Tina anywhere?

-Sorry, no.

How do we play this?

Phil.

-What's all this?

-What do you mean?

Well, you've been out. How come?

Linda, she said you was in a state earlier.

Yeah, yeah, I was.

No, it's good. I'm proud of you. Shows I've got myself a tough bird, don't it?

Charming.

And a good-looking one an' all. Come here.

Come on.

Come here.

So, where did you go?

Later, yeah.

It could be a boy.

Now, I was thinking Michael is a very good, solid name.

In fact, it could be a tribute to a very fine and upstanding gent,

not mentioning anyone in particular, of course...

-CAROL:

-Where's Tina?

Know about this, did you?

-Know about what?

-Never mind about him.

-It was you, wasn't it?

-Sorry?

Don't make things worse for yourself, Tina.

To think I gave you the benefit of the doubt. How stupid was I?

Excuse me, we're having a bit of a celebration here.

-All right, Mick, you carry on. It's Tina I want to talk to.

-What do you want?

Don't you dare look at me like that!

-Get off me, Lee!

-Get off!

Tina, what is she talking about?

Go on! Tell them about the brownies, Tina.

-We've had the social climbing all over us.

-For cakes? Bit strong, ain't it?

-They were hash cakes.

-Yeah, Liam took 'em from the caff

and Tiff ended up taking 'em to school.

-Tina, what have you been doing?

-Don't listen to 'em, Tosh.

-You knew about this.

-I didn't know about nothing.

I'm just saying, they could have been anyone's.

Hold up a minute, you got any proof of this?

Proof? Proof? Look at her face. You don't need any proof.

Look, right. She was only doing it for the baby treatments.

She really needed the cash.

I was just doing it for the money, but we was desperate, Mick.

-I mean, Tiff'll just get lines...

-Are you laughing?

-No.

-Hey!

-Get off of me! Right, you expect a call from the police.

Come on, Whit.

-Whit. Whit, wait.

-Get lost, Lee, all right?

And that goes for the rest of your scumbag family.

It was for us, yeah? I was doing it for us.

Ask me how Patrick was.

Flirting with the nurses, while they're washing his bits.

I wish.

I get it, Cora. I really do.

Why you can't visit.

It's not just the hospitals, Stan. It's the people in 'em.

The patients.

With their pale faces and their wheezy breaths.

Everywhere you turn, there's the smell of illness. It clings to you.

It goes home with you. And you can't wash it off.

My husband had cancer, Stan.

I went back and forth to the hospital with him.

He was a proud man, a fighter, but every time,

after he'd come out of a treatment,

he lost a little bit of fight.

I'd take him home,

I'd make him comfortable,

and tell him to keep going.

Some days he said yes. Some days he said no.

And we'd cry.

And we'd row.

And we even prayed.

And then we'd go back, and little by little

he was wilting.

And I...I didn't realise it, but I was fading with him.

And then...

I gave up.

I turned my back on him.

Not that it was him any more.

I couldn't be with him.

I couldn't stand to be with him.

And you have my total sympathy.

And this is me leaving.

I'm really sorry, Mick.

You've always been an airhead.

A bit dozy, but quite sweet with it.

Well, you've surpassed yourself.

Right now, I would book you as one of the doziest mares of all time.

But I love you.

So come here.

Sh.

PHONE NOTIFICATION

Got him. You packed and ready?

Darling, can you give us a minute, yeah?

I ain't going nowhere, Linda. This is my home, my manor.

And I'm staying put.

-But Phil...

-Is about to go broke.

Because I'm going to take him for everything.