18/08/2014 EastEnders

I've downloaded some Mighty Sparrow.

Sorry, it's one of Patrick's favourites.

Right. I thought you'd be at work.

No, Shabnam's covering.

You not going in today?

No, of course I'm not. I'm going to be at the hospital.

-Any news?

-Only that he's finally making progress.

-He'll be back to his old self soon.

-Well, let's not jump the gun, eh?

Meaning?

Meaning, we know this could take months. Years even.

Not if I've got anything to do with it.

-I'll go and get changed.

-What for?

You don't think I'm going to let you go on your own, do you?

-All right, Whit?

-All right.

Yeah, yeah. Sorry. Just broke a bit of a sweat this morning.

Yeah, I can see.

-You'll never guess what.

-What?

The shower at the Vic's only gone and broke on me, ain't it?

-Oh, no.

-Yeah. So I either walk around stinking all day or...

-What?

-We go back to yours.

-We?

-Well, yeah. You can't expect me to scrub my back on my own?

I can't quite reach.

I've got to help Bianca.

Bunk off.

Bye, Lee.

I never did like showering on my own.

It's a good job you had 30 geezers to keep you company, then.

You having this?

Some lightweight decided to gag all over my new tiles.

Nice. Is Linda around?

She's on the blower to her mother. She'll be another good hour.

Just wanted to give her these.

She's been a bit stressed out recently. I thought it might help.

Let's have a look.

-What's this, give her the full works, does it?

-Yeah. Courtesy of yours truly.

That's very decent of you.

RADIO: 'Following last week's appeal, police are still looking to talk to several key witnesses

'in the Lucy Beale murder investigation.

'They are particularly interested in anyone on the number 15 bus

'between 8.06 and 8.22 on the evening of the 18th of April,

'including a man wearing a distinctive hat who still hasn't come forward.'

-Sounds like the Old Bill are finally starting to pull their finger out.

-He's just some bloke on a bus.

So why hasn't he come forward, eh?

Chances are he's got something to hide, ain't he?

If I was him, I'd start running.

Ah, here he is.

Now Patrick, I hope you've not been out there giving them nurses a hard time.

Have you been doing your exercises? Hmm?

I thought so. Right. Come on.

Come here and give us your hand.

And squeeze.

Patrick, you know what the doctors said, don't you?

Ian, pour him a glass of water, will you?

Shame it's not rum, eh?

Dot's only gone and knitted you a pair of socks.

She's worried your feet are going to get chilly.

Don't just stand there with it.

Oh. It's OK. Not to worry.

Eh? Accidents happen, don't they?

-All right, Sis?

-Hey.

-What are you doing back here?

-Charming.

I thought you were recuperating at Sonia's.

Yeah. Dot wanted me to go and see Dad with her.

-What's he doing going with you?

-Well, he offered.

Dot, all you've got to do is ask, you know. I'd have driven you.

I've asked you countless times to come and visit your father with me.

You've always been too busy.

It's all right. It was no trouble.

Well, if you want to go again, you come and find me. Yeah?

-Max, is Abi in?

-Er, yeah, but she's got university to think about, Jay.

Last thing she needs is you distracting her.

Oi. You listening to me, or what?

What's going on, Max?

I'm part of this family, ain't I? Everyone seems to have forgotten that.

I got your text. What's the matter?

Well, that place that I was waiting to hear about...

I didn't get in.

Well, can't you just go back on the clearing website?

All the good courses will have already gone.

-Someone might've dropped out over the weekend.

-Jay, there's no point.

What are you going to do -

sit here feeling sorry for yourself or do something about it?

Oh, and your dad keeps banging on about Liverpool, by the way.

Look, if you don't want to do it for him, then do it for me.

-How does he seem to you?

-Pretty much the same.

-I'm going to go find a doctor.

-What are you going to say?

We've got a right to know what's going on.

-What am I supposed to do?

-Er, sit with him.

Um...

Denise...

She put some of your favourite music on an MP3 player, so...

There you go.

MUSIC PLAYS

Patrick.

Help me out here, please.

What are you doing?

Steering well clear of Lee.

Why? You two had an argument?

What is it?

Well... He's a bit...full-on.

Oh. Right. And you don't want to go there?

Course I do. I just...

-I don't know.

-Just what?

Well, every bloke I've been with, yeah? You know what I'm like.

I always dive in headfirst, don't I?

So you just want to take your time?

Yeah. Cos I really like him.

I just need to make sure he feels the same way.

Come on, Whitney. Of course he does.

Lee's one of the good ones.

I think it's nice that he's so keen. You know.

At least he's not... I dunno.

I thought it was girls that had all the complications.

Talking about Dean?

Yeah. I was trying to be like you. Trying to play it cool.

So what happened?

Well, I went round there for a takeaway.

-And?

-And...

-Well, Lauren Branning. I am ashamed of you.

-I don't even know what's wrong with me.

It's like every time I'm around him, I act like an idiot.

I can't look at you.

Seriously, I'm just playing it cool.

-All right.

-All right.

-Have you seen Lauren?

-Yeah, she's...

-You just missed her. Sorry.

-All right.

-What?

-I can't let him see me like this, can I?

What are they saying?

I'm still on hold.

Why do these things take so long?

-I told you this was a waste of time.

-Give me the phone.

What are you doing?

Hello? Abi Branning. She's right here. Thank you.

Hello? Oh...

-Everything all right?

-Do you mind holding on one second?

-What d'you want?

-I'm going to cook a bit of lunch later.

-Why?

I told you last week. I want to do something. You know, celebrate your place at uni.

-Oh. Well, me and Jay are just going to grab a pizza.

-Nah, it's all right. It's fine.

-Yeah?

-Do you mind, then? We're kind of in the middle of something.

All right. No worries.

Oh, family lunch. 1.30.

-But I've already made...

-No buts, Lauren. All right. Do what you're told, please, for once.

I can just see you on the beach. Kicking back.

Glass of rum in your hand.

Maybe when you've got yourself back on your feet

we could get you a flight over there or something.

Patrick, believe it or not, I am trying to help you out here.

Why don't you just help me out a little in return, yeah?

You've seen how happy Denise is. Why spoil it?

Oh!

You all right? What is it? What's wrong? Can I do your cushions?

-Let me just...

-Get off me!

All right.

Look, I just wanted to say sorry about earlier.

You know, I've been letting things get on top of me lately. That's all.

OK.

So how is everything?

A little bit tender but that's to be expected.

-What, with the...?

-No offence, Max, but do you know what,

-I don't really want that conversation with my brother.

-Yeah. Nah.

Dot's in here, she's collecting for the church fair.

-Oh, right.

-Dot...

-All right, Dot?

I'm ever so sorry, Carol

but I've had to make a little pile of rejects.

I mean, the vicar, I'm afraid, is very particular about his jumble.

I mean, Bianca is a lovely girl but some of her outfits...

They're so lurid, they was bringing on one of my migraines.

Listen, I'm glad you're here actually, Dot.

I want to invite you both for lunch. About half one, round at ours.

-You know, just to celebrate Abi's exams.

-Oh, dear.

I had promised the vicar I'd give his jumble my full attention.

Well, if you play your cards right, Dot, I'll let you root around the girls' wardrobes, if you want.

-Oh, well, I expect I can spare an hour.

-Great. Here, I'll give you a hand with that, Dot.

Well, I was going to call in on Shirley...

Oh, but on second thoughts I don't think

there's a place for leather on the vicar's table.

-You're probably right. I'll see you over there.

-Hold on, Max. There's a hat.

-See you later.

-Thank you so much.

-See you later.

-See you.

-Oh, hello, Whitney.

-Hello.

-We've just collected some jumble.

-Oh, right.

-All right, Whit?

-Hiya.

-I didn't know you were back.

-Just a flying visit.

How are you feeling?

Oh, I'm sick of everybody asking me that.

Oh, it's only cos I'm worried.

Look, I just need a bit of time to readjust, that's all.

So...what's been going on around here?

-The usual.

-And Lee?

He's not giving you the run-around, is he?

Not exactly.

So what's the problem?

Or are you trying to find a problem?

Life's too short for ifs. Just go out there and have some fun.

I've had to get the bleach to these cupboards. Thick with grease they are.

I love it when you talk dirty!

Why don't you come down and play.

No, I'm busy here.

-Is this about what happened at Fatblasters?

-Course it's not.

-If you're worried about what people are going to say...

-Like what?

There's the woman who lets her husband sleep with hookers.

Sorry. I just hate it when this place is in a state.

I could get Tracey to come and cover for me.

We can go and have a cuddle for a half hour, if you want.

No. Not today.

Oh. I almost forgot.

Um, I got you some vouchers.

To get the old canister done. You know, like, the full works.

Oh, Mick. You haven't.

You can only have 'em if you promise that you'll give me a little private show when it's done.

Yeah? Is that a deal? Is that a deal?

All right! Just give 'em! Give 'em to me.

Courtesy of Walford's very own Vidal Sassoon.

Blades.

I'm just... I'm out of bleach.

-You, er...you find him?

-Eventually.

It turns out he'd been trying to call me at the house.

Why? What's happened?

Well, it's good news, Patrick.

The doctor seems to think you're going to make better progress at home.

So, erm... so...so what they're going to do is,

they're going to send Social Services round, come and assess the house,

and then hopefully we can bring you back home with us.

You're not going to manage to look after him on your own.

We're going to have carers coming in a few times a week.

-And not to mention there's that outreach team.

-Right. And what about work?

Well, Shabnam will cover.

Right. Let's practise those exercises again, shall we?

-Why would I want these?

-I thought you could do with cheering up.

I don't need anything from you, do you hear me? And you stay away from Mick.

Why?

I'm warning you, Dean. I don't know what you think this is

but it stops right here. Do you understand me?

Everything all right?

Yeah. Mick'll be wondering where I am.

What was all that about?

Search me.

What are you after?

Um, Whit was saying you was looking for me earlier.

Was I? Can't even remember why.

-Oh.

-Was there something else?

I was just wondering... it's quite complicated really.

I'm not sure I follow.

I just want to know...

Know...what?

Well...

You know them hot oil treatments that you do...?

Whitney was saying they're bad for your hair or something. I just... wanted to know if they was..

but it doesn't really matter now anyway.

I've got lunch in five minutes.

You know, if you wanted to come back to mine. Get a takeaway.

Thank you. Bye. Bye...

What did they say?

Um, they've offered me a place at Bolton.

See! I told you!

-It's Animal Biology.

-So?

-So it's not the right course.

-But you still get to be a vet at the end of it, don't ya?

Well, yeah. Eventually.

Well, that's all right, then, ain't it?

Look... this is our chance to get away.

Us?

There's nothing keeping me round here, is there?

How old were you when we first met?

I don't know. About eleven?

And what did you want to be back then?

A vet.

I did, didn't I?

Look out, Bolton. here we come.

Yeah. All we've got to do now, though, is tell my dad.

Anthony, it's Ian again. I'm not sure if you've got my previous messages

but when you get this one, can you give us a call?

Any news from the Old Bill?

Nah. Not yet.

-Looks like they've got that geezer on the bus firmly in their sights.

-I'm not going to get my hopes up.

How's, er...Patrick?

-Apparently he's getting better.

-You don't sound too happy about it.

RINGTONE

'Is that you, Dee?

'Where are you? I can't see you.'

'Ian! What do you want?'

-It's...it's Patrick.

-'Has something happened?'

No, no, no, he's fine. The consultant thinks he's making good progress.

'Thank goodness.

'You tell Dee to give him a big smacker from me, all right?'

Whoa, whoa, whoa. I need to ask you something.

'It's gotta be quick. I'm on stage at half past.'

Oh, right. Is that why you're dressed like...

What is that?

'# We're your dream girls, boys

'# We'll make you happy, yeah... #

'Three girls. Think me, Dee and... Shirley.

'Except one of us is more talented than the other two,

'so they get pushed to the background while I take the spotlight.

'# I'm telling you, I'm not going

'# You're the... #

'So come on. What did you want to ask me?

'My public awaits.'

How would you feel if, um... Patrick came to stay with you?

'Ian, I'm on a boat! What do you expect him to do?

'Paddle out here on a dinghy? Do me a favour.'

We could meet you next time the boat's in port, or something.

'This is no place for a sick man, Ian.'

All right. So Denise is supposed to look after him on her own?

'Look, if I could come home now, I would.

'But I can't... OK, coming!

'That's me. I've got to go, yeah? Look, tell Dee I'm thinking of her.

'And whatever she needs to do. I'll support her. All right?'

-This is a first - you cooking.

-Yeah, don't get used to it.

I've invited Charlie along. I hope you don't mind.

Ah. I've only laid the table for six.

Don't be ridiculous. You can pull up an extra chair, can't you?

Ain't Lauren joining us?

Yeah, she is, Dot. She's just popped out for a bit.

-Where?

-It's all right. She knows what time lunch is. She'll be back.

-You not working today, no?

-Day in lieu.

-Right. Must be nice. Working flexitime.

-It's got its advantages, I suppose.

That way you get to run Dot around whenever you want.

-Meaning?

-So, Abs, Liverpool. You must be really excited.

Yeah, yeah, I suppose. Yeah.

You're the first of the Brannings to go to uni, as they call it.

You must be ever so proud, Max.

-I am, Dot.

-Especially with the year she's had.

-Dot.

-Well, it can't have been easy for her.

Not with the goings on round here lately.

You should check out the Cavern while you're up there. It's the first club the Beatles played at.

I always hoped that my Nick would end up at one of them polytechnics.

He was ever so gifted with his hands.

-Yeah, I've heard.

-I don't know about anybody else but I'm really starving.

-No, we're going to wait for Lauren.

-She won't mind if we start without her.

It's a family meal, ain't it? We're going to eat together.

What is this?

What's what?

Me and you.

Well... It's fun, isn't it?

You didn't think that...

-Oh, you did think...

-I'm going to have to go anyway, cos...

-my dad's going to be wondering where I am.

-Babes, we're both pretty young.

I just don't see the point in settling down at this age.

Course not.

Look. Why don't we go for a drink in the week?

See how it goes.

You don't need to do me any favours.

I'm not. Do you want to go out or not?

I'm sure I could move a few things around.

Cool. We'll start in the Vic, then we'll shoot into town after.

Sounds good.

Bye.

What can you see?

Oh, come on, Patrick. Do this for me.

No...no more.

Patrick, come on. Just a couple more cards. Please.

I...I...

Um, leave him, love. Leave him.

He's tired.

Where'd you slope off to?

I had a delivery at the restaurant.

Why don't you go get yourself a coffee?

-I'll do a few more of those with him.

-Right.

-Thank you.

-It's all right.

Patrick, I'm fed up tiptoeing around.

I was thinking maybe we could help each other out but you've clearly got other ideas.

So if you want to...tell her...

..that's fine. You go ahead and tell her.

Here she is.

What time do you call this, Lauren, hmm?

-I thought I said half past?

-Yeah. I lost track of time. Sorry.

-What, you think I just plucked a time out of thin air, do you?

-I just didn't think.

No, you never do, Lauren. That's your problem.

-No harm done, eh?

-Sorry, was I talking to you?

-Max...

-Walking round the square like it's bob-a-job week.

Sorry, who invited you, anyway?

-Are you all right, Lauren? You look a bit flushed.

-Yeah, I'm fine.

Well, I wouldn't mind a bit of what she's on.

There's such a glow about you.

Right, I'd better go and see your dad.

Oh, leave him. He's been like it all week.

That appeal must have been really hard for him, Abs.

It wasn't easy for any of us.

Hey. Just what is your problem?

Him. What's he after, Carol? Pride of Britain award, or what?

He's just looking out for Dot.

Yeah, right. Best mates now, are you?

What you talking about?

I've seen you, your little looks across the table.

Look, Charlie just got us out of a bit of a hole, that's all.

-What sort of hole?

-Nothing. Don't worry.

-Why didn't you come and see me?

-Cos I didn't want to worry you.

-He's not even family.

-He's Dot's family.

He rocks up out of nowhere, claiming to be her long-lost grandson.

I don't buy it.

Look at him. Running around after an old woman. He's got to be after something.

Listen, that's enough. This is Abi's day and she doesn't need you spoiling it.

-What's his problem?

-Don't take it personally. He's just had a rough couple of weeks.

You and me. We're still good, right?

I said so, didn't I?

Looks like we're both in the doghouse.

I don't know what to do any more. She keeps giving me the swerve.

Yeah, you and me both, son.

-What? Are you and Mum...

-No, no, no, just...

a little bit of a scuffle at Fatblasters.

There was no harm done.

Did I ever tell you the time me and her got together?

Geography. I lent her my best rubber and after that...

She was putty in your hands. Yeah, yeah.

-I remember.

-If you're in it for the long haul,

then you have to take the rough with the smooth.

I've never met anyone like her before.

Then I'd say to you, just sit tight

because let me tell you something now, birds like your mum -

they don't come along very often.

Now, liven that boat up. You're going to put off the punters.

Yeah, I'll give Dean a bell later. See if he fancies a few pints.

-No, you don't.

-Where did you spring from?

-We need you behind the bar tonight.

Don't look at me. She's the guv'nor.

How long is it now, Abs?

About a month.

-You must be excited.

-Yeah. She is, ain't ya?

Sorry, what, are you going to do all the talking for her, today or what?

Right, shall we do a toast?

-Yes. To Abi.

-Abi.

Are you going to tell him, or am I?

What? Tell me what?

I'm...I'm not going to Liverpool.

-That's your doing, is it? What are you trying to do? You trying to talk her out of it?

-No, no. I, er...

I didn't get the grades that I needed.

Right. So why didn't you say something?

Because you were too wrapped up in yourself to listen.

Don't blame the girl. She's had a trying few weeks.

Sorry, was anyone talking to you, Dot?

-Don't talk to her like that.

-Oh, shut up. I'm sick of you sticking your oar in.

You might get these two eating out the palm of your hand, mate.

-I ain't buying it.

-And there's me feeling sorry for you, Max Branning.

But a leopard, it can't change its spots.

You've brought nothing but shame on Jim's family.

Right. Well, good. I'm glad.

-So get out, the pair of you.

-Hang on, hang on. Abi ain't finished yet.

I'm actually going to Bolton to do Animal Biology.

-And I'm going with her.

-What are you talking about? You ain't going with her!

You can't tell him what to do. This is my life.

It has nothing to do with you.

You just can't help yourself, can you?

Oh, here we go. Remember what I told you.

Listen. I'm sorry if I seemed a bit pushy earlier.

You've got nothing to apologise for.

It's just sometimes, I get a bit...

And you think I don't?

Look, Bianca's out tomorrow night. I want to cook you something nice.

-If you're not too busy.

-No. No, I'll be there.

-Good.

Sweet. Right, go on and sink a few pints with Dean. You deserve it.

I told you. We need him here tonight.

It's all right, Dad. I'll hang about, it's fine.

Oh, talk of the devil. What can I get you?

Bottle of lager. And whatever you want.

We're working, so...

I thought I told you to stay away.

You're going to bar me from my local? Bit over the top.

Just keep away from me, all right.

Linda. I think you might've got your wires crossed.

You know I'm with Lauren, don't you?

Then perhaps she'll keep you on a tighter leash.

I'm flattered and everything, but it was just a drunken kiss. Yeah?

Don't you dare.

Don't do this to her, Patrick. Don't break her heart.

Right.

We'll let you get some rest but I will be back first thing.

With any luck, we'll get to speak to that occupational therapist.

-See if we can get some idea of when we can bring you home.

-Don't go getting his hopes up, love.

-What are you talking about?

-Look at you. You're practically on your knees.

I mean, that's no good for anyone. I mean, least of all Patrick.

Do we have to do this here?

Listen, I've spoken to Kim and Anthony and, um...

they're both in agreement.

Agreement about what?

Maybe the best place for Patrick is in a home.