07/08/2014 EastEnders

Licence, please, sir.

I know what you're thinking. This ain't what it looks like, so...

Step out of the car, please, Mr Carter.

I literally... I pulled up to see a mate, and... Ask the bird.

Mr Carter.

Babe, babe - can you please tell 'em I weren't doing nothing.

-I ain't got time for this.

-Yeah, we all know how busy you are, Lorraine.

-Can you please let go of me?

-Now, for the third time, I'm asking you to step out of the car, sir.

-Can you tell him, please!

-Do as I say now or you'll be nicked for obstructing the police.

This is ridiculous.

I pulled over cos I saw a mate of mine and she comes marching over to me.

So where is this friend, then?

Good mate, is he?

It could work, Stace.

Really, it could.

Right, Kat?

I think you should back off now, Jean.

-What?

-You've said your piece.

Mummy.

-Wow!

-No, not now!

Mummy's just talking to Nanny.

OK? Why don't you go over there with Auntie Kat?

Yeah. Come on, darling.

Good girl.

I wasn't ill when I killed Archie. You're asking me to lie.

I am asking you to put your daughter first.

That's exactly what I am doing!

When I get out of here, I'll be able to finally look Lily in the eye

knowing I haven't screwed her up somehow.

Oh, like I did you, you mean?

No, Mum. I'm trusting you to look after her, ain't I?

I've got faith in you. You're doing a brilliant job.

Just don't bring her back here. OK? It just makes it harder.

You do realise this woman is known to us as a prostitute?

Well, I didn't think she was a librarian(!)

I didn't realise that when I pulled up. That's the point.

-I ain't that sort of bloke.

-And what sort of bloke's that?

I'm a happily married man.

I've got three kids about me. I wouldn't go with a tart like that.

-What did you just say?

-Oh, now it's listening.

No, what did he just call me - a tart?

-Wind it in, darling.

-That's not what you usually say when you're begging for more, is it?

-What?

-So you do know this man?

-Too right, I do - he's one of my regulars.

I've never seen this bird in my life. She don't even know my name.

-No, don't get a goodnight kiss neither, do I?

-Shut your mouth.

-Cool it.

Michael Carter, I am arresting you on suspicion of soliciting a prostitute.

-Oh, leave it out, mate!

-You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court.

-This is not happening. This cannot be happening.

-Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

I've just done a charity swim!

Very noble.

And bring her in for questioning.

-Oi. Wait for your dad.

-It's all right. We'll open up another bottle when he gets here.

-Yeah. That's the good thing about living in a boozer.

-So he did well, then?

I am so proud of that man. He has come such a long way.

Yay, 25 metres!

Oi - don't take the mick.

Boom-boom.

Johnny, it's a hard thing to conquer your fears like that.

Quite right. Cheers, Shirley.

Cheers, Linda.

Oi, you papping us?

It's for Dad. Wife and sister in getting-on-shocker!

Breaking news.

All right, boys? Mick's on his way.

Oh. That's a bit of an anti-climax. Wanted to congratulate him.

Yeah - been totting up the sponsor forms.

Reckon we've got enough for Janet's minibus already.

And guess who drummed up the most money?

Oh, where is that gorgeous man of mine?

-I want to snog his face off!

-Right, let's have an 'Appy 'Our!

-Oh. Ceasefire over.

-Great idea.

What about Ian? He should get some credit an' all.

Give him a tinkle, would you, Johnny? Tell him there's a drink behind the bar with his name on it.

PHONE RINGS

GROWLS IN FRUSTRATION

Lily's upstairs playing with Tommy.

How long have you been cooking this scheme up?

-I wish you'd told me about it.

-Why? So you could talk me out of it?

Made you see sense, yeah.

Stacey is a Slater -

and once she's made her mind up, there's no turning it.

Amen to that.

Look, this baby shower, I think we should cancel it.

Why? Because of me?

My nan's gone missing and it was her idea in the first place.

And it's been a long day.

And you're not the one carting this lump about.

I could murder a drink.

Look, I'm fine. Really, I am.

-DOORBELL RINGS

-Oh!

Too late anyway.

Alfie.

-We need to keep a close eye on her - she ain't right at the moment.

-OK, OK. Come on.

Smile. There's people.

SCREAMS OF DELIGHT

Welcome back to the land of poo. Jean? Hello! Didn't know you was here!

-Couldn't miss Kat's big day.

-Hello. Go through to the living room.

-Thanks. Go through.

-Is Lily here?

-She's...

Where've you been? I've been trying to call you.

Emma's here and she's with the bloke that's running the TV appeal.

But, darling, it's all right. I'm right here.

It's OK.

Ian, hi. Can I introduce you to my colleague Ross Abernethy.

He's the police press officer in charge of running the appeal next week.

Yeah. I'm sorry, I didn't...

Don't apologise, Ian.

It's completely natural to feel daunted by this process,

which is why I'm here.

I'm experienced in handling the media -

they can be a little lively sometimes, but as long as we're

properly prepared, we shouldn't fall into any of their traps.

Traps?

Ultimately we all want the same result -

to catch the person responsible for Lucy's murder.

Right?

Cheers, Trace.

So, are you ready for the old heave-ho?

Not really, but I'm sick of being a big old storage unit

so I suppose it's the only way.

Being pregnant is the most wonderful feeling in the whole world.

Waking up and feeling useful, every day having a purpose,

growing that little tiny body inside you.

And then you have it

and then suddenly they're not part of you any more.

They're out there in the big wide world.

Nice one, Jean. I can't wait for 'em to get here.

Guess what they call me at the hospital? A geriatric mother.

Can you believe that?

Why don't you all go to the Vic?

Let your hair down while you've got the chance?

-That's not a bad idea, Jean.

-I could murder a pint.

-No, no - I shouldn't.

-Why not? I'll look after the kids.

-Nah, it's not fair on you, Jean.

-Yes, it is.

I'll get the kids' tea on

and then we'll snuggle up on the sofa and watch a DVD.

-I'll be glad of the peace and quiet, to be honest.

-Sounds like a plan. Let's go to the chippy first.

-I'm starving.

-You jealous of my belly or something?

I'm going to have to meet you over there - just got to go and do the kids' tea.

-Whit, we're going. Come on.

-See you over there, girls.

All right, darling. Gotcha. Lovely.

DOOR SHUTS

DI Keeble will do an introduction and give a summary of how

the case is going, but ultimately it's you the public wants to see.

What do you want my dad to say?

Well, we'll state the facts - we know

she took a bus to meet Jake Stone at the flats on Walford Common and

then came back to his flat with him, but after that point we have gaps.

She was killed between 9.30 and midnight,

but we need witnesses to help narrow that down.

And you'll be the person who gets through to the public on a personal level, Ian.

So that's why it's best to speak from the heart.

Have you had any thoughts? Ian?

Dad?

Sorry?

No, no. It's all right - it's a lot to take in.

The killer. I mean, do you think they're going to be watching?

-It's possible.

-PHONE RINGS

Excuse me.

It's the station. I've got to take this.

Excuse me. Sorry.

Hello? Summerhayes.

Yes. I'm at the Beales' now.

Would you just go and play somewhere else, please, Lily?

Lily. Would you just go in the front room and play with Tommy until I call you.

Stacey. Lily! What did I tell you? Stop mucking about!

It's only a balloon.

Oh, Lily, I'm so sorry. Lily? Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have shouted. I won't do it again.

-I promise.

-You always say that.

I know, but I mean it this time.

I love you.

Do you love me?

-Oh. Say it then.

-I love you.

Hey, Tommy! Tommy, come here.

I've had an idea - how about...how about

we skip tea and we go out for some ice creams, eh?

Yeah? Great!

Do you reckon Dad's hiding in that barnet?

Oh, Stan's waiting for you upstairs.

Upstairs?

How can she fancy Grandad?

Are you decent?

More or less. Come in.

Well, well, well. I wasn't expecting this.

Don't you look a picture!

What, this old thing?

Surprise!

-Happy late Birthday!

-See, we do love you really, Nan.

Lucky old me.

Go on.

Well done!

Do you have any questions for me?

Ian?

Sorry?

Questions.

What sort of things are the press going to ask us?

They'll be interested in the human story, so it could get personal,

but you don't have to answer

anything you don't feel comfortable with.

Think we're nearly done here.

Not quite, actually. Um, I've just had some news.

Can we do this alone, please?

I think it's best that everyone hears.

I'd rather we did it in private.

Ian, what's wrong?

I'm Lucy's dad. Haven't I got a right?

It won't take long, Ian.

That was DI Keeble - the CCTV footage from the bus

that Lucy caught to the common that night has come through

and we think we should play it as part of the appeal.

We didn't want to say anything until we'd checked it out.

Yeah. no, it's OK. it's fine. It's OK.

What does it show?

The person who did it - do you think they're on it?

We don't know.

But at the very least we're hoping that it might help trigger someone's memory.

I'm going to try and get hold of that footage

-ahead of the broadcast for you, so that you can see it.

-Thank you.

Ian, are you OK?

PHONE RINGS

I'm going to get some air.

That's fine, Ian. I'll be in touch.

Dad? Do you want me to?

There we go.

And there we go.

Hold it carefully.

Oh, no! Look what you've done! Oh, you silly girl!

-Jean? What are you doing here?

-Nothing. Buying ice cream.

Right.

-How's Brighton? Ollie?

-Fine. Why, has Kat said something?

No. I haven't seen Kat. Are you OK?

Not really, no. And Lily's spilt ice cream all down her dress!

You know, I hope that doesn't stain cos I only bought it last week.

-Well, I can't see anything.

-Well, look, it's there!

Jean! That's what kids do. They get sticky.

And you're the expert, are you?

Shall I get Kat?

You think that I can't cope with them?

Kat has said something, hasn't she?

Do you know, I saw her watching me earlier, waiting for me to slip up.

-And you're just the same.

-Jean, get a grip.

Oh, fine - if you're the expert, you take them.

Come on.

Mick not with you?

-Hey, Dynamo Dean! Well done, mate.

-Did you not see him leave the pool?

He's a big boy, Linda. Sure he can find his own way home.

-Hey.

-Hiya.

Listen, thanks for being nice to my grandad. It was really sweet.

No problemo.

-Did I really just say that?

-Yep.

I've never added an "o" at the end of a word in my life.

-I don't even know where that come from!

-Do you fancy him?

-I don't even know him.

-Ah, Lauren, I think it's really sweet.

Anyway, what about them two, eh? Do you reckon they're...you know?

Ugh, Lauren, I don't even want to think about it!

-Cheers.

-Cheers.

-I wish you wouldn't do that.

-What?

You're deliberately making me feel uncomfortable.

I wasn't. I was just thinking you've been to a lot of effort.

Don't flatter yourself, Stan, it wasn't for you.

Oh. Pity.

Could have sworn your face fell when those grandkids of yours put in an appearance.

Don't be ridiculous - they're family.

Nothing better than time all together.

No. Absolutely not. Nothing.

-What are they doing here? Where's Jean?

-Dunno. She legged it.

-What?

-She's on one, Kat. She's not well.

-I shouldn't have left her.

-Listen, do you want me to go look for her?

-No, take the kids home - I'll go and look for her.

-OK. Come on, Lily.

Oi!

-Mick, I can explain.

-Oh, good, good, because you're going to go in there and do exactly that.

-No! I can't, I can't.

-Yes, you can, Ian, and you will,

cos if you don't I'm going to be charged with picking up brass. Do you understand me?

Please. Just give me a minute to explain. OK? This can't come out. Not now.

So you're telling me you pay that bird to have a roll about with you?

It's filth! When? What about your old woman?

-You promise you won't tell anyone?

-Bit late for reassurances, Ian.

It was...it was the night...

..Lucy died.

Look, it was a one-off, all right - it was a mistake.

I'd upset Peter and Lucy, and I went for a drive and...

it wasn't planned.

And I suppose, you know, hooking up today?

-That was a coincidence as well?

-That's not what I was seeing her for today!

I was seeing her today because she's blackmailing me -

she's threatening to tell the police where I really was, Good Friday.

That's why I can't let this get in the way right now.

I can't take the rap for this.

You know, I've got Linda - I've got the kids to think about.

The police have asked me to do a TV appeal -

and if this comes out, the media's going to go crazy.

They're only going to be interested in me, and the person who did it,

who took Lucy's life away...

It's been four months...

and there's been nothing.

What if one stupid mistake...

..stops my Lucy from getting the justice she deserves?

I can't let her down.

Not again.

I've got to go and pick up my motor, so...

let's just get back to the Square, yeah?

What would the lady say to a nightcap later?

The lady would say, I wear rollers in bed, ta.

Very droll.

Go on, then. Make it a whisky, before I hit the road.

Well, you know what I mean.

Do I?

You, Stan Carter...

are all talk.

Grandad's a faster mover than me.

It's all right. I've found her.

Jean?

They've let it go.

My plot...

..overrun with dandelions.

Get everywhere.

And the roots - look!

They grow deep and they're strong.

If you don't keep on top of it, they...

..take over.

Can I sit down?

I know that look.

Stacey used to give me that look.

-Are you taking your meds?

-Yes! Yes!

-Do you think I'd be so stupid?

-I'm sorry - I had to ask.

Maybe we should go and see the doctor anyway.

You just seem a bit...

I know.

I don't know what's happening.

I thought that if...if I could...

I thought that if I could get Stacey out,

if I, if I could...

convince her to come home,

then everything would get back to normal.

But that's not going to happen, is it?

Not unless you back me up.

Even if I did, you can't force her to do something she doesn't want to do.

It's not me she wants - Lily - when she's hurt or upset.

It's not me she wants.

It's just a phase. She's missing her mum.

I want to be a good nan to her.

I do, but...there's so much to remember.

She's about to start school so there's school uniforms

and there's so many forms to fill in -

and then there's friends coming round and other mums asking questions about Stacey

and my head goes into a spin and then I snap...

and then Lily gets upset and then I feel I've let her down.

Let Stacey down. Again.

Jean. It's OK - you don't have to do this on your own.

Ollie doesn't know about this.

No, I mean we'll help you. We will support you.

You're about to have twins.

Tommy. Mo - there's no room for me and Lily.

We'll make room.

Don't be silly. What would Alfie have to say about that?

What have I told you about Slater women putting their foot down?

I promise, Jean - we are all there for you.

I feel better already.

Probably just need... a good night's sleep.

I'll be right as rain.

What have you decided?

I haven't.

Ian. Feeling better?

I'm sorry I bolted.

-Thanks.

-What for?

For the lift.

Mick...I just wanted to say nice one, you know.

And thank you.

-It was only a length.

-No, I mean - the whole swimming thing.

It's really given Ian something to focus on these past few weeks.

I know he wouldn't say it himself,

but he's come to consider you as a mate.

So thank you.

LOUD LAUGHTER

I swear, if he's stopped off for a pint somewhere...

Why would he do that, Mum?

I don't know. Cos I don't want to think about the alternatives.

-Don't be stupid.

-I'm going to go and find him.

-There he is!

-Where've you been?

PHONE RINGS

We'll talk later, all right.

# For he's a jolly good fellow For he's a jolly good fellow... #

Hello, Queen Vic.

I'm sorry, you'll have to speak up.

We're having a bit of a celebration.

Well done, mate!

-What about a speech!

-Leave it out, leave it out.

OK, I'll tell him.

TV: 'First up, he's visiting a block of flats...'

Right. Come on. Let's go down the pub. They're having a bash for Mick.

-No. I really don't think that's a good idea...

-Why not?

I've been staring at these four walls long enough. Come on.

So I told Jean that she's welcome to stay for as long she likes.

Of course. You're family, ain't you, sweetheart?

And it's great for Tommy - he thinks Lily's the bee's knees.

Yeah, yeah.

Right, that's settled. I'll put the kettle on.

-I'll do it.

-You sure?

-I can make a cup of tea, Kat.

FAINTLY: Don't look at me like that. She's fine.

-Not what Shirley thought.

-She's had a stressful day after splitting with Ollie.

A couple more days in this madhouse and she'll be gagging to get back to Brighton.

I mean, my bum was flapping, know what I mean, but I'm over the moon.

-Honestly.

-So you should be. You've done really well.

Can I steal my husband for a second?

L, sorry I'm late...

I've just had a phone call from your lawyer.

-Lawyer?

-That's right. You're in court tomorrow at two, apparently.

Ring any bells?

Why are you in court tomorrow at two?

-We're going to talk later, OK?

-Mick, you're scaring me.

I'm sorry.

Why are you sorry? What have you done?

It's not points on your licence, is it?

Worse? Mick, could you go to prison for this?

-Tell me!

-I can't. I can't.

-Why not?

Listen, listen - have I ever lied to you before?

-Right - so I'm really going to need you to trust me on this.

-Trust you about what?

-I have reasons that I can't tell you. And they're good reasons.

-You can't tell me what?

I swear - I swear - I haven't done anything wrong.

Just...that's all you need to know.

Jean?

Jean?

You all right in there?

Alfie! Come here quick!

Thank you.

Mick, I need to know what happened.

-I told you, it's nothing for you to worry about.

-So you've said, but that's not good enough.

Baby, I know it's a big ask, but...

Like I said, I just can't get into it.

I need you to trust me. Please.

You're not leaving until you tell me.

Right, let's go.

Stacey?

Yeah, they're at the hospital now, so if you can get there

as quick as you can, that'd be great. All right, take care, bye.

(All right. Come and sit here.)

(Oh, Mum, what have you done?)

I know it looks bad, but they managed to stop the bleeding.

The doctor gave her a sleeping tablet to get her through the night, so she should be coming round soon.

-Did Lily see?

-No, no, it's fine. Alfie took her and Tommy to daycare.

He would be here but he's had to stay on the stall.

We need the money.

I don't understand. She was all right yesterday.

Well, she was a bit wound up, but not enough to do this.

I thought she was coping.

If I wasn't inside...

Stace, this has got nothing to do with you being inside.

Where's Ollie?

Apparently they've split up.

Can't you take those off her?

It's not as if she's going anywhere.

-I'm not allowed.

-She's not exactly going to do a runner, is she?

-With her mother on her sick bed?

-Kat! She's just doing her job.

Why did she hurt herself?

No secrets, Mick. Ever.

That's always been our pact.

OK.

OK.

Now I need you to promise

that you're not going to freak out until I finish, OK.

I was arrested for...

soliciting.

But they got it wrong.

Listen, listen. You know I would never, ever!

-Not in a million years.

-Then you need to explain.

I was on my way home, and I see a mate, sitting in his motor.

I pulled up. I didn't realise he was doing a bit of business.

The mate saw me and took off. The bird comes up to me, thinking I'm a punter.

The Old Bill pull up behind me. I'm bang to rights.

Now, I told them straight, but I'm not the first geezer to claim that it was a mistake, am I?

-Who's the mate?

-It doesn't matter who the mate is.

Mick. Who's the mate?

-Ian.

-Ian?

-Yeah.

Ian Beale?!

That pig! Oh, what about Denise? She'll be devastated.

No doubt, but I'm not going to tell her.

And neither are you.

-You're going to cover for that dirty little...

-Listen.

Listen, it's no wonder, what the geezer's been through, that he's not thinking straight.

Why do you always do this, put yourself out for your mates

and then end up carrying the can? It's not right, Mick.

Ian has a TV appeal coming up next week to find Lucy's killer.

If the press get hold of this, they're going to rip him to shreds.

Which is why I have to keep my mouth shut.

Now, I've done nothing wrong.

The worst I'm going to get is a slapped wrist and sent home.

End of. OK?

Yes?

-Yeah, well done.

-Vultures have got nothing on you, have they?

No use running to Aleks. He gave me the pitch.

Right, I'm off down the hospital to see Patrick and I'll pick us up something to eat while I'm out.

Ian?

Yeah, fine.

Look...

I know it's daunting, but if the appeal jogs a memory

or gets someone to come forward who's kept quiet,

then...it'll be worth it.

You think it will?

Well, only takes one call.

Hey.

What's this? You can't just take away a man's livelihood.

According to clause 2.5 of the Street Trading Licence conditions,

you breached market regulations by not turning up for work.

I know, I know, that's why I left a message, on your answerphone,

saying I was too ill to set up.

I didn't get a message.

Did you get a message, Mr Masood?

I must have missed it.

Well, he's hardly going to say anything, is he? Too scared.

Well, how about I just have a chat with your boss, then?

Please do. If you can prove you left a message. By all means.

HE SIGHS

You've got some nerve.

Alfie called. I came as soon as I could.

Well, you can go now cos she's fine.

She don't need you - she's got her family.

Stacey.

How did this happen?

I don't know. But at least she's out of danger now.

We had a row and she stormed off to see Kat.

I thought she just needed a couple of days to calm down.

What? What is it?

She said you'd finished, that's why she came home.

No. We haven't finished.

She had this idea that you could appeal.

I didn't agree with it, and I didn't think you would either.

So, she got the right hump.

I thought she'd see sense but she's not been herself lately.

But why couldn't she talk to me?

Well, maybe you were part of the problem.

How do you mean?

Well, my mum's not very good at dealing with stress.

When things get a bit too much, she acts first and then thinks after.

Your mum's stress has got nothing to do with me.

I would do anything for her.

-You want a brew?

-Nah, I'd better go and give the kids a hand.

Listen, I want to thank you for understanding.

And...

when the police realise that I wasn't a punter,

they'll drop the charges and we can just put this behind us.

And what if they don't?

It's my word against some crack-head wrong 'un who don't even know what day of the week it is.

I mean, who would you believe, eh?

I couldn't find the teabags. Any chance of a cuppa?

She's missed a couple of doctor's appointments,

but I know she's been taking her medication.

Well, the doctor will be doing his rounds soon. We'll find out more then.

-But looking after Lily's been hard on her.

-What do you mean?

Well, tell me.

There was a day down at the pier. She lost sight of Lily.

-Just for a few minutes.

-She did what?!

-Lily was fine, but Jean got herself into a state.

Called the emergency services. Police, coastguard.

Course, Lily had just wandered off to have a look at the rides.

Why didn't you let us know?

I was going to, but Jean begged me not to.

I've never had to deal with this sort of thing before.

-I didn't know what to do for the best.

-None of us do.

I didn't realise you were still here.

Stan asked me to stay over.

-He not joining you?

-He's in the bathroom.

Don't feel you've got to keep me company.

I'm sure you've got a busy day.

Only a delivery - they can manage.

Got bigger worries, eh?

-So, you heard me and Mick, then?

-I could hardly miss it.

Well, I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone.

He won't be the first husband to think the grass is greener.

You know nothing about my husband,

so do me a favour and keep your grubby opinions to yourself!

You two playing nice?

Can't you tell?

Linda's not really a morning person.

Hormones, probably.

Any chance of a cup of tea?

-Moon! What's the coup?

-You all right, Tel?

-Two boys? Two girls? One of each?

-What?

I saw an ambulance outside your house last night.

I was a bit annoyed that you didn't call me.

No, no, that wasn't for Kat. It was for Stacey's mum, Jean.

-She's staying with us at the moment. She was taken poorly, you know.

-Is she all right?

Yeah, she's on the mend now. Kat's with her, but...

-it ain't doing Kat or the babies any good, I tell you.

-No, I can imagine.

Well, at least they've got you to lean on now, ain't they?

Fat lot of good that is. Can you believe that Aleks has done me up like a kipper.

-He's taken my pitch and now I've got no job.

-Well, there's nothing I can do for you?

-Well, later on I've got to shift some of my old stock so could you give us a hand?

-Yeah, course.

-CROCKERY SMASHES

-Sorry!

-Oh, well done! Any chance of getting served this side of Christmas?

-Oh, give him a break!

Marie's gone on holiday. I've only got one pair of hands.

Well, listen, mate. I'm more than happy to give you a hand - you know, for some readies.

I dunno. Ian left me in charge. He might not like it.

No, listen, I can talk to him. I can square it up with him. It'll be fine, yeah.

-All right then. Cheers.

-Yeah, yeah, good lad, nice one.

Right.

I didn't think it'd be so hard, me being away.

It's gotta get easier, ain't it?

We've just gotta get on with it.

-Bet you could do with a cup of tea, couldn't you?

-Yeah.

-Stacey?

Tea?

Kat, I'm sorry, you don't need all this stress.

None of us do.

Sorry, I didn't mean it, I'm just really tired.

No, you're right.

I didn't think about what me being inside would do to Lily,

or you or Mum.

Look at her, she needed me.

She's always needed me...

and I just abandoned her.

Mum?

Mum.

Mum, I'm sorry.

-I'm so sorry.

-No.

No.

Why am I here?

Ssh, it's all right.

No. It's not all right. I don't want to be here.

I don't want to be here.

-Bit keen, ain't you?

-Looking for Grandad.

-All right, trouble?

-Shouldn't you be at work?

Given myself the day off - one of the perks of being the boss. Thought we could catch up.

I'm off to Patrick's allotment. You want to come?

Yeah, maybe later.

Green fingers? Never had you down as a horticulturist, Stan.

Gets me out of the zoo for a few hours.

I'm going to go home, get changed, do a few errands.

What about you and I have a hair of the dog later on?

Sounds like a good idea.

I don't like your dad thinking his lady friends can come and go as they please.

Well, he's hardly running the Playboy Mansion.

I'm serious - my living room ain't a knocking shop, so put him straight, will you?

The last thing I want to do is think about my old man havin' a roll-about, let alone talk about it.

If you've got any sense, you'll do the same, boy.

-He's only having a bit of fun, isn't he?

-Yeah, under my roof.

You jealous he's getting all the action?

-Don't be daft.

-Never had you down as prim 'n' proper.

I've got three kids - if that don't prove I like...

-There's a time and a place, that's all.

-I tell you what.

I'll have a word with him, but only cos it's you.

Here you go, fellas.

-All right, Ian?

-Are they from the caff?

Yeah, it just got a bit busy. I was giving Liam a hand.

Yeah, thanks, mate, we're a bit short-staffed at the moment.

So I thought I'd come back and make sure Liam was coping. You can get back on your stall if you want.

No need. I've lost that pitch. Aleks has kicked me off -

something about me breaking the licence conditions.

-Don't let him push you around. That's your livelihood.

-I know. Tell me about it.

No money, no job, twins on the way.

They'll look really stupid in Tommy's hand-me-downs if they end up being girls.

You get back to your business. I'll hold the fort. Just gives you one less thing to worry about, yeah?

I'll see ya.

Here we go.

Jean?

Stop staring at me.

I feel like a fish in a bowl.

Listen, Jean. I'm sorry, all right.

I didn't mean for us to finish or anything, it was just that...

Well, I'm here for you now, right?

-I don't deserve it.

-I should've listened to you, Jean.

Look at me - no wonder Stacey ended up inside.

Don't say that, Mum.

I'm here now. I want to look after you.

What do you need?

What's the point? You're only going to go away again.

I'll be fine.

Oooh, very smooth.

-He's off to see the bank manager.

-Oh - we all right with, like, money and that?

Oh, no, course we are, it's just a little financial meeting. Nothing for you to worry about.

Sounds really boring. See you later.

Right then. Good luck.

I'll be back before you know it, promise.

Don't see much digging going on.

I'll get to it.

You not with Cora?

Just cos she spent the night doesn't mean we're joined at the hip.

No wonder Linda thinks you're a little bit of a lothario.

-Oh, yeah?

-She doesn't like the idea of your women doing the walk of shame out of the Vic.

So carrying her messages now, are you? They've got you trained.

Just doing a favour.

Well, it was completely innocent. She kept me up all night talking.

Mick had better be careful, if his missus has got nothing better to do

than worry about me getting my end away, he's doing something wrong.

Mick.

-What time's the hearing?

-I'm on my way there now.

I really appreciate you doing this.

Yeah, well, my brief reckons it's going to be a verbal at worst.

But just understand me, yeah? Anything like this ever happens again and you're on your own.

-It won't happen again, OK. It was a huge mistake.

-What is the matter with you?

Letting some skanky little Doris get one over you?

I don't care about your little habits.

What I cannot get my nut round is why you're paying for company when you've got someone?

You've got someone special like Denise.

Why would you risk losing her and your family?

It won't happen again. Look, I'll try and be better. I'll try and be a better father...

Hello. I thought you'd be at Beales. Looking sharp, ain't you? Everything all right?

Yeah. Yeah. How's Patrick?

Yeah, yeah, he's fine. I said I'll be back at the weekend.

Right, I'd better shoot off, I'll call you later.

-What was that for?

-No reason.

-Can't imagine escorting prisoners to the loo is a career highlight.

-It's the job.

When you get out of here, we'll go away for a few days.

A trip to the countryside? Change of scenery will do you good.

Time we were heading back.

Already?

There's no give with you lot, is there?

She's hardly spoke to her mum.

There are restrictions on visiting times.

One tiny little bit of power and you use it to make people miserable.

At least let her see the doctor before she goes.

-You should say your goodbyes.

-Please, can't I just have a little bit longer?

Please. It can't hurt, can it?

A few more minutes. But when I say, we go - no arguments.

-Thank you.

-Oh, thanks(!)

I'm going to give Alfie a call and see if I can find that doctor.

I thought you went home.

I forgot these. Left them here this morning.

Look, I know it's none of my business.

But I was surprised you didn't go to court with Mick.

It's a silly misunderstanding - they'll send him home once they realise.

Do you think that tart ain't going to cover her back?

Try and cast doubt on everything?

Yeah, but they wouldn't fall for it, Mick's not that sort of bloke.

Oh! Wake up! The dirtbags who go to court are usually guilty.

If you think Mick's not, get down there!

Stand by him, stare that tart out

and let the court know you two are solid.

Perfect timing. Listen, mate, I was going to get rid of the rest of my stock

before Kat gets back, but I'm happy to stick around, if you want.

No, it's fine.

Listen, Marie's on holiday until the end of next week -

and I could really do with someone to man the place.

Oh, Ian, I'm not sure. Besides, you've got Liam, you know.

Yeah, yeah, he's doing really well, but he's learning.

-I could do with someone with experience.

-Ian, I appreciate it, but...

-Alfie, think about it.

-OK.

-You watching?

-Yeah.

-Yay!

-Howzat!

Ah, when you get to my age, women are either popping off

or they're more interested in a cup of cocoa.

What's your excuse?

Don't you worry about me, I've always got something on the side.

Haven't seen much evidence of it lately. You've been living like a monk.

-Dunno what you're talking about.

-Oh? You got your eye on someone?

Might do.

Cora's girl, Lauren? I can tell she's keen.

Got a good pair of lallys on her.

Anyone else in the running?

-Maybe.

-Yeah?

Well, let's just say she's loyal.

She's ballsy, she's someone you to want to have in your corner,

but at the same time she keeps me on my toes.

Sounds like she's got a bit of fire in her.

So, are you just going to sit there day-dreaming or are you going to get up and do something?

We'll give you some privacy. Be back in a minute.

Apparently she told her psychiatric nurse this morning that she's not ready to go home.

Is that how she really feels?

-She wants to stay in a psychiatric hospital for a while.

-But I can look after her.

She could be in there for weeks. What about Lily?

I'd better go.

Stace, she'll be all right.

Who's going to keep an eye on her and Lily if she's released? Ollie doesn't know what he's doing.

The hospital will not let her go home if they think she can't cope.

Kat, watching Mum with Lily yesterday, that used to be me.

Trying to read her moods, and hoping that everything was all right. I don't want that for Lily.

It's not going to happen, all right? I'll be there.

How? You've got Tommy, and the twins'll be here soon.

It's too much for you.

Let me deal with that, all right? I'm not going to abandon Lily.

Me and Alfie. We'll work it out.

I'm off out, so it's you and Tracey till me or your dad gets back.

Hold on, this ain't one of them weird role play things

where you and Dad like meet up in a hotel or something, is it?

Me and your mum, we've got some business to take care of.

All right.

Are you coming?

I've heard it, seen it, bought the T-shirt.

And you need someone with you. Come on.

Cheers, mate, that's a fiver.

Terry, do me a favour, keep your eyes out for Aleks,

cos if Donna sees him first, she's going to drop me right in it.

She's all right, she's just a bit ambitious, ain't she?

Oooh, you got a bit of a soft spot for her, have you?

-No. I like her, she's all right.

-Take her out for a drink.

-You've got nothing to lose.

-Nah, I ain't ready for that yet.

I'm practically giving this stuff away, I'm not going to break even.

You could take Ian up on that offer. You won't be out of pocket for long.

No, I want to be my own boss. I want to hand something down to Tommy and the little 'uns.

It's the most important thing, ain't it?

-What?

-Providing for your family.

Listen, I just need one - one big hit. That's all I need and I can feel it coming, you know.

Look, I gotta go, got an airport. Oh! Do us a favour, if there's any arrivals, let me know, won't you?

Yeah, I will. Hello, mate, can I interest you in these shirts? They're really cheap!

Did my nan say when she's going to be back?

Nope. She just went off with Mum. It looked important, they was all dressed up.

-So, do you know...maybe if Dean's about, or...?

-He's behind you.

-Hey.

-Oh, hiya, I was gonna... I was just going to go

but if you're sticking around, maybe we could do lunch or something?

No, I can't right now, but I'll catch you later.

Yeah, yeah, OK, cool, we'll just... maybe...

-What you having?

-Another beer. Is Linda about?

She's out. What, am I missing persons?

-All right, I'll wait.

-Fine.

I've gotta go now, Mum.

You take care.

There's never enough time. Not any more.

I'm sorry. Love you.

I love you too.

-Remember what you promised.

-Yeah.

I'll look after Lily, you know I will.

-I need to lie down.

-Are you all right?

I think I should call Alfie and get him to pick me up.

Yeah. Thanks, Kat.

-Yeah.

-Just look after yourself, yeah?

-Yeah.

Oh!

-Kat?

-I don't think I'm going anywhere.

My waters have just broken!