11/08/2014 EastEnders

There you go, little man. Lovely. All right. Pass me this one.

-All right, have I got him?

-You got him?

Yeah, yeah. There you go.

Listen, how about I take these pair out?

You can have the place to yourself. Have a kip.

But they'll need feeding.

Well, I'll take them to the Queen Vic. We'll share a pie!

Wet the baby's head, more like.

Come on, mate. Let's keep you wrapped up. Lovely.

-Kat, what are you doing?

-This place is a tip.

Ollie and Jean are going to stop by on their way back.

Darling, you're knackered. You should be taking it easy.

Look, I'd better go and get ready

and nip out and get those biscuits that she likes. What are they?

Who cares about biscuits? If Jean wants biscuits Ollie can get the biscuits.

As long as they're here, I'll do everything I can for her!

Well, I'll make you a nice cup of tea and we'll have some biscuits, eh?

-Hello, darling.

-All right, darling?

Can't you sleep? All those noisy boys? Come on.

Us girls gotta stick together. Up you go.

-Kat?

-Yeah?

It's gingernuts. Jean likes gingernuts.

So I'll sort it.

OK.

L, there's not a binman alive on the graft right now.

Why are you?

Starting out as I mean to go on.

Nerve of that woman. Saying what she said.

Just let it go.

Let her get away with it, you mean? Like Ian?

It's like we're giving Cora a licence

to lob accusations at us whenever she wants.

And in front of the punters.

The only thing anyone's got a licence to do in this pub

is sell pies, peanuts and pints.

Not that anyone's buying 'em.

The takings were down all weekend.

It'll all blow over. We keep our nuts down.

Carry on as normal. Yes?

OK. But this violet don't shrink, Mick.

I'm standing behind that bar with my head held high.

We all are.

-Ow!

-Oh, oh, oh, come here. Come on.

-Let's get that run under the tap.

-No. It's OK.

-C'mon, I'll iron that for you.

-I said I'm OK!

All right. Look, I know you're nervous about the appeal tomorrow.

But I'm here to support you, so don't take it out on me.

Sorry.

Come on, darling, there's nothing to apologise for.

You've done nothing wrong.

Anyone in your shoes would be stressed.

Look, why don't I cancel? And we can pop out,

have a coffee before my shift. Spend some time together?

No. You go visit Patrick.

Yeah, but I can see him after work instead.

-It's really not a problem.

-I'm really not a problem. Go on. Go.

MOBILE RINGS

If that thing don't stop bleating...

it won't just be my soldiers that get dunked.

At least you know he still wants to talk to you.

I haven't heard from Nancy or Johnny all weekend.

Meant to be going to the cinema with 'em.

Today. But it would be a bit awkward, wouldn't it?

Seeing as you did tell half the Square

that their dad was sleeping with a prostitute.

Right then.

All set?

All set.

Stace?

What's the matter? Is it Lily? Has something happened to my mum?

No, no, no, Kat's with your mum right now.

She's saying her goodbyes.

We managed to get her a bed

at the mental health hospital in Brighton.

So she's going there today. So you don't need to worry.

And Ollie's looking out for her.

He's never seen her like this.

He said it himself - he's still got so much to learn.

Yeah, what matters, though, is that he wants to.

You tell him, right,

tell him just to listen and to love her.

That's all he's got to do. OK?

OK.

How's Kat? How's the twins?

They're good. Yeah, we're happy.

Erm... Alfie, why are you here?

Just wondering if you'd had time to think.

-Time to think?

-About the appeal.

Oh, don't you start, you sound like my mum.

At least someone's making sense.

You really want to know how Kat's feeling?

Yeah? Well, I'll tell you, Stace.

She is worried sick. About you. Your mum. Lily.

Do you know how hard she's working for this family?

Can you honestly say that you're doing the same?

-It don't add up.

-I say we go round there,

stick something nasty through her letter box.

Or, when Cora is on shift in the launderette,

sneak in, commando-style, infiltrate a washing machine,

tie-dye some old bird's pants. Boom. Cora gets fired.

Leave it out. I ain't going near some old girl's kacks.

-It's revenge, Lee.

-Yeah, I know but, look, Mum and Dad said it ain't true.

-So let's just take that as gospel.

-But why would Cora even say that?

-Exactly.

-We were, um...just debating.

That's what your degree's for, ain't it?

But until you pass your bar exams, you just work behind one.

One what I've been polishing while you lot sit on your bums.

-I've got some revision which I should probably go and do...

-Nice try, Ally McBeal. Sit down.

Cora's barred. Forget what she said. She's an old lady.

They get mixed up. I mean, look at your grandad.

-When's he ever spoken a word of sense?

-Your mum's right.

What, you're just saying we should turn the other cheek?

-Is that what you're saying?

-No, I'm saying we front it out.

We've nothing to be ashamed of.

We get stuck in. And we serve the punters with a smile.

All of us together.

Oh, but we was going to go to the pictures.

-We can go another time.

-Good boy.

-Right, so what's the plan?

-One for you. This is for you.

-ALL GROAN

I don't know where Alfie's got to.

Love the names. Bert and Ernie.

It is temporary, though.

Alfie nearly convinced me on Joe and Cole

till I realised he's ex-Hammers.

They're going to be inseparable.

You'll say goodbye to Lily for me, won't you?

Yeah. We'll come see you really soon.

And you sure you're all right with...?

Yeah, she's an angel. Mind you, she is a Slater.

Nan took her out to buy stickers and she knocked 'em down on the price!

-You must be shattered.

-Don't worry about me.

I'm so sorry I've been such a burden.

Don't be daft. We look out for each other, don't we?

Yeah. I suppose.

As much as we can.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

All right? Oh, gingernuts. Completely slipped my mind.

That's all you had to get.

Actually, there's...erm, there's something else.

A request. From Stacey.

She wants to see you, Jean.

Oh, come on, Nancy, put your back into it!

Yes, Miss Hannigan!

Can it, Annie. Johnny, you've missed a bit, look.

People are staring. This is embarrassing.

-No, "embarrassing" is you getting soaked.

-Lee!

Lee! What are you doing?!

You watch, Johnny. Punters know exactly where their loyalties lie.

They'll stand by us. Morning!

Mum, do we actually all have to do this all day?

-My neck's already hurting.

-My heart's bleeding. Sharon!

Sorry, Linda. Running late.

Kat, I know I should have told you I was going to see Stacey.

I just thought I might be able to get her to change her mind a bit.

You know, for the sake of Lily and Jean.

Listen, not that it did much help.

If she asked to see her, you must have said something right.

You said it yourself, this morning. She needs her family's support.

-And that means all of us.

-We did our best.

If Stacey's set on seeing this sentence through,

that's her decision.

It's about time we started thinking of ourselves. For these two.

I thought I wasn't going to see you.

I haven't got much time, Mum. And there are things I need to say.

Why did you send Alfie here? To talk me round?

-To push me to appeal?

-Of course not!

He sits there. And makes out I'm not doing enough.

Is that what you think?

I didn't ask him to get involved. The first I heard of it

was this morning when he told me you wanted to see me.

Really? Because it all makes sense to me now.

It makes sense that you would do that.

That you would do this. To yourself. On purpose.

What, are you trying to manipulate me?

I don't understand. You're not making any sense.

I didn't... This wasn't...

Then why? Why, Mum? You owe me an explanation.

I'm in here, I can't sleep, I keep going over and over.

Trying to work it all out.

There's nothing to work out.

This wasn't something I planned!

I got lost.

Everything got too much.

My thoughts were racing, and...

And what? What, you think it'd make me change my mind?

Make me appeal?

I wasn't thinking, Stacey!

You of all people should understand that!

-It all just got too much.

-What did?

Lily. You. Everything.

I couldn't cope. I can't cope.

I should have asked for help.

You should be able to rely on me by now.

I'm your mother.

I never wanted to cause you more anxiety.

I wanted to...take it all away.

I should never have had a baby, Mum.

Maybe neither of us should have.

You're sick. Kat's exhausted. And Lily...

All of this is down to me.

So Sharon gave you the brush off, did she?

Blanked me. Flew right past.

What on, her broomstick? Don't let that witch bring you down.

She ain't much of a mate if that's how she's going to act.

But if my friends think it's true then other people are going to.

What do we give a monkey's about what other people think?

If they're gassing about things out there it'll be about that

press thing tomorrow, not us.

If I hear anyone say a word about this family,

they won't know what's hit 'em.

Thanks, baby.

Right, we going to open this boozer or what, L? Do the honours.

Oh! Ha-ha!

Oh! Lauren!

Cinema! Sorry, my bad.

Yeah, cos you said to come round, so...

I know, um... I'm going to have to cancel.

Oh, right, OK. Well, I'll see you later...

Well, you're here now! Make yourself at home.

Don't mind us, just doing a bit of spring cleaning.

Johnny? Get Lauren a drink. Where are you sneaking off to?

Ingredients. I'm going to cook a banging chilli for catch-up night later.

-Trust me. It'll blow your socks off.

-I'll come.

Uh, no! I'll sort the shopping. You two can take your break.

-Ah, thanks, Mum.

-After you've cleaned the kharzis.

Listen, you're all right with me being here, ain't you?

-Yeah. Cool. I let it slide. It's fine.

-Right.

I feel for the woman, I do!

I mean, having a sleaze for a husband.

I thought he was a family man.

Yeah, well. You never can tell, can you?

Then again, nothing would surprise me when it comes to that family.

I mean, there is no smoke without fire, is there?

Don't stop on my account.

It's always nice to know what people think.

No, erm... W-w-what I meant...

What she meant was, we were surprised, that's all. You know?

By the news.

Oh, it's "news" now, is it?

I mean, customers, they come in here, you know,

they say silly things all day long.

-All day?

-We don't take any notice!

My husband is a pillar of this community.

And most of this community are behind him.

You should be an' all.

Right, well, next time you want someone to have your back

don't come running to me. Either of you! Or Ian!

What's Ian got to do with this?

And I'll be shopping on the high street from now on.

Everything in here whiffs of being well past its sell-by date.

-Did you hear about her husband?

-Yeah...

(Went with a prostitute...)

Whoa! Where's the fire?

What's up? Come with me.

We miss you. Me and Lily.

I miss you too.

I'm going to be all right, you know. I promise.

They don't want me in there for very long.

They want me back home. Where I should be.

Where you should be.

Mum, I'm not going to appeal.

You've served so much time inside already.

Because of this illness.

Because of me.

That's all in the past, Mum.

And I don't want to dig it all up again.

I just want to serve my time and just be a good person.

You already are.

Then I don't want to lie.

I don't want you to lie.

I want you to tell the truth. The full story.

No-one knows what goes on inside our heads, Stacey.

So, sometimes, you have to tell them what it's like, in there.

Difficult as that may be.

But if I did, then...

they're going to ask all these questions that

I don't have the answers to.

They're going to want to know how I was feeling.

And what happened. In detail.

Well, they need to know that.

They need to know that you're fighting an illness.

Every single day.

This monster that they can't see.

I don't know if I can face that, Mum.

I could end up in hospital too.

Really? Will it come to that?

You're stronger than you think.

-You're busy, I should go.

-It's fine.

Nadine, can you cancel my 11:30?

Thank you. I just needed a minute.

For the nerves.

I'm assuming this is about what Cora said?

Forget her. She's obviously got her wires crossed.

This ain't like you. You're usually a tough cookie.

I thought I was.

I've been trying to...keep busy.

I didn't want to let them get to me. But they have.

Yeah, well, forget 'em all.

Cos you've got something that they don't have. Class.

It's nice to know someone thinks so.

I watched you sometimes, in the kitchen, making my tea.

Standing on a chair, so you could reach the cupboards.

If he'd have known you were going to have to reach them sooner then...

I don't think your dad would have nailed them up quite so high.

That nasty wallpaper. Brown and mustard and peeling at the corners.

I told you you could never go to the supermarket on your own,

cos of having to cross that big road.

-What was it I always said?

-"Don't argue, Mum knows best."

But you did, of course.

Off you'd go, with my handbag over your little shoulder.

An hour or so later, you'd appear in the doorway,

with six, seven shopping bags in your hands,

full of tins and things, twice as heavy as you,

great big grin on your face, so proud,

-"Here you are, Mum."

-"All set!"

Bossy cow. I don't know how you put up with me.

"Stacey Slater, ice skater."

You should find that little girl in you, Stacey.

You should look back and find her.

Because she's got all the answers.

And she's the bravest person I know.

If Archie hadn't have died,

he'd be standing in the dock too.

You should think of him, standing there.

Twisting his lies. Determined to get away with it.

-Swearing he never touched you.

-No, I don't want to...

You have to. You're a Slater.

You show Lily how to live her life.

You stand there and fight!

Please, can we just get a bit more time?

You find that little girl in you, Stacey!

You find her and everything will be OK!

Love you.

What?! Seriously?

Oh! Ha!

What?

Nothing, no. They suit you!

Do you know what, Lauren? I wouldn't even be wearing these

if my mum weren't so het-up about what your nan said.

What...?

Um...game of darts? Game of darts. Come on.

-What did you just say about my nan?

-That she made the whole thing up.

I think that's you wishing she made the whole thing up, actually.

Oh what, you saying my dad's lying then?

I'm saying they can't both be telling the truth.

-Exactly. Which is why your nan is a vicious cow.

-Ha-ha! Coming from you?!

Do you know what, she wants to keep her mouth on a leash

to stop it running away with itself!

The only thing that needs tied down is your pervy old man!

-Shut up, you trout!

-Whoa, whoa, whoa. Just leave.

That's rich. With her dad's track record.

Thank you!

I can't live like this, Mick. People fighting. People talking.

-Who's talking?

-Everyone!

What's happened now?

Nothing. Nothing happened, did it? That's the point.

I've a good idea to tell them it's the truth, you know?

Hand her a bill for 500 quid and wipe that smug look off her face.

Please, listen, don't. Don't. You promised me.

You promised me.

-Yes?

-Pint, please.

-Nan?

-Thought you was at the pictures?

-It got cancelled.

-They're messing you around.

-Are they?

I just had a fight with Nancy. I stood up for you.

Which was a challenge, to be honest, Nan.

Seeing as I can't back up your story

cos you're refusing to tell me what actually happened.

I've told you everything. And families should trust each other.

No, no! See, I am not doing that any more.

All right? I trusted Dad. He lied to me.

I thought you were different.

OK, fine. Fine. I'll just go ask Mick what's going on?

All right! All right! Calm down. Come here.

As long as you keep this to yourself, agreed?

The prostitute was your aunt.

It was Rainie.

Sharon?

Gin and tonic, please, Linda.

I thought you might have been avoiding me earlier.

-No, no. I was helping Ian.

-Yeah?

Yeah. He's being really brave about this press conference.

I said we're here for him. All of us.

He's a trooper, ain't he? Excuse me.

Kat? Kat?

I'd have to tell them everything, Kat.

There's things I didn't say. Stuff that I've never told anyone.

And they might not understand.

No, that's not going to stop me.

I'm going to appeal.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Yeah, all right!

Is Denise here?

No, she ain't.

Good. Cos it's you I came to see.

I need to pick one out, for the appeal.

-I just don't know which one she'd let me choose.

-I'm sorry, Ian.

No need to be sorry, sorry's not going to bring her back, is it?

No, I'm sorry that... I know.

It was you. With the prostitute.

I can't let Mick take the blame.

Keeping your secret is tearing my family apart.

So you need to tell everyone the truth.

Or I will.