19/08/2014 EastEnders

Want some toast?

Have you thought any more about what we talked about last night?

-About Patrick.

-He's not going anywhere!

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

No. I was just looking for my phone.

Sit down, I'll do you some.

-What, so you can have another go at me?

-No, course not...

No, no, no. You ruined my lunch yesterday.

How could you speak to Grandma like that?

You're being selfish, you know that, don't you?

Come on, if it was your dad,

you'd never think of putting him in a home.

Patrick isn't your dad.

He's as good as.

All right, IF my dad was still alive,

and IF he'd had a massive stroke and needed specialist care,

then, yes, I would look at putting him in a suitable care home.

Ian, I don't believe you. You just want Patrick out of your hair

so you can get on with your life.

No. Look, I want what's best for him and for you.

-You're not thinking about me!

-Of course I am.

Patrick needs specialist care,

and I know you think you can give that to him,

but let's face facts here.

What are you going to do about the Minute Mart? Give it up?

I don't know, but I'd find a way to manage.

Because that's what you do when you care for someone,

you don't just walk away when things get tough.

Have you got any idea how hard it's going to be

looking after him and holding down a job?

Ian, I don't care. I'm not giving up on him,

cos that's what it'd mean to me, you know?

Abandoning him when he needs me.

I've had a look online, OK,

and there's some... There's some fantastic places out there

that do these incredible therapies and treatments.

It's stuff you can't do.

Wow. You really want rid of him, don't you?

I don't want to see you run yourself ragged looking after him.

Fine. I'll go and live with him in his house and then you won't have to deal with any of it!

-DOOR SHUTS

-Grandma?

I'm in here, Charlie.

Blimey. When you said jumble, you weren't kidding.

There's another great heap in the kitchen.

You know, I reckon I've bitten off more than I can chew.

Right, well, the cavalry's arrived.

Yes, well, I was counting on Arthur,

only he has got a friend with an emergency.

-Don't worry. Now, when is this jumble sale anyway?

-Saturday at the church hall.

I've got to sort it all out and get it over there.

Well, make good use of me, then.

Well, you can sort it into piles. I'm doing trousers.

And I'll go and put the kettle on -

if I can find it underneath the bric-a-brac.

Oh, dear.

So, Pops says he's going to look after Lexi tonight

so we can go to the cinema.

We can't really afford it, can we?

Yeah, I know. But it's only the cinema, ain't it?

We hardly ever do anything any more.

I'm not really in the mood to be honest.

Do you know what then, Peter, why don't you tell me when you are in the mood, all right?

-You ain't seen Dot, have you?

-She's got the day off.

-Right.

-Going through jumble at her house.

Have you got stuff to drop off?

I've got a bagful I need to take over later,

I could take yours as well.

No, you're all right. cheers.

What are you helping him out for? He's a such creep.

Oi, oi!

-Hey.

-We still on for later?

-Yeah. You're coming round mine?

-Yeah. Can't wait.

Wish someone would put a smile on my face like that.

I know that you're really excited

about taking the kids to see Sonia and Carol, aren't you?

Er, well, I'd have to see if Sonia's not busy.

Please, B. I want to cook Lee something nice.

-Can't you do it another time, Whit?

-You really don't like him, do you?

I don't think he's good enough for you, that's all.

The way he treated you about Lucy - not to mention his family.

Yeah, well, those cannabis cakes, they weren't his fault.

Still got your family in trouble, though, didn't it?

He's going to get better.

But you don't see it, do you?

You just...

You don't see hope.

You know what the doctor said - it could take him months to recover,

-if he even does.

-Oh, he will recover.

I don't want you across the road, struggling to cope with him.

Yeah, but I don't want that either, Ian, but...

Well, you don't leave me with much option.

Darling, we've got the room here.

That man, he's seen me through some of the worst times of my life,

and I cannot turn my back on him.

-I'm not asking you to.

-Yes, you are.

And if I let him go, then I'll never be able to live with myself

and I'll resent you for making me do it.

Look, I'm just trying to protect you.

But I don't need protecting.

You won't have to lift a finger.

I'll do everything.

He's got no-one else.

I'm sorry.

SHE SIGHS

So am I.

Where do you want this?

Says foot spa on the box, but it's a dirty old toaster inside.

People are just using me like the council tip.

I'll put it in the rubbish pile.

Oh, I've got one like this.

This is my ironing! I must have dumped some jumble on it.

-That's not funny, Charlie!

-It is funny.

THEY LAUGH

DOORBELL RINGS

Oh, who's that? I hope they've not brought a load of twosies.

-Onesies, Grandma.

-What?

-One... Onesie.

Max, what do you want? I'm up to my eyes.

'Yeah.'

Dot, I just wanted to say I was out of order yesterday.

Well, it's not me you should be apologising to.

Charlie's done nothing but support your family.

I don't want to get into all that, do I? Cos I don't know the geezer.

No, but I do. He's kind and he's caring.

He was round here the crack of dawn this morning

to help me with me jumble.

What, so he's here now, is he?

Do you want to see him?

No, I don't, Dot. All right. I've said all I wanted to say, so...

Hope your jumble goes well.

I know, I know, I'm late.

It's all right, I managed.

I had some things I needed to talk about with Ian.

You unpacked that delivery yet?

-Uh, I haven't had a chance.

-I'll do it.

You haven't forgotten about this afternoon, have you?

Um...this afternoon?

I'm taking it off. I've got an appointment.

Yeah. Yeah, I haven't forgotten about that.

-So you'll be here?

-Yes, I will be here!

-You all right?

-Whitney's been talking about you coming over later.

-Oh, yeah?

-Yeah, well, I don't think it's a good idea

but she's old enough to make her own mind up.

But I'm just telling you now, if you hurt her, I'll hurt you.

Good.

Well, if I ever hurt Whit, I'd deserve it.

But that's never going to happen, so it's a bit of a pointless threat.

Well, good.

Good, then.

Look, I really like her, so, just give me a break, eh?

It's not the uni I wanted. or the course I wanted,

but it looks all right, don't it?

Yeah. I think it looks great.

Oi! This ain't a drop-in centre, you know?

All right, keep your hair on.

Oh, bit late, innit?

But I don't even know where Bolton is.

It's near Manchester. It's only a couple of hours on the train.

Oh. Well, if it's what you want. I'm going to miss you, though.

-Well, I won't miss her. I'll be with her.

-What?

-Yeah. Jay's coming with me.

-What, to live?!

-Yeah.

You can't. What about your job?

-They have garages up north, you know.

-Yeah.

Who won't give you a job unless I give you a decent reference. Now get back to work. Come on.

-Go on. You'd better go, all right?

-See you later.

Bolton? You sure that's what you want?

Yeah. I want to be with her.

Lola didn't look too happy about it, did she?

She'll have to get over it. I'm going whether she likes it or not.

-Hey.

-Hey. Not working?

No. I'm getting coffee.

Let Denise manage on her own for a change. I know.

I know she's going through it with Patrick,

but, Dad, I'm just expected to carry on without her, covering her shifts,

running everything, and she doesn't even acknowledge it.

Give her a break. It's not easy for her.

I'm trying to be sympathetic,

but she's meant to be running a business, Dad.

When she's working, she's exhausted

and she keeps making mistakes because...her mind is on Patrick.

I'm actually looking forward to going to the dentist this afternoon.

-Hey.

-Oh, hi, Mas. Shab's just nipped out.

Yeah, I saw her.

OK. What's she said?

Nothing. She's just worried about you. That's all.

She knows you've got a lot on your plate. How's Patrick?

Ian wants to put him in a home.

That's not going to happen.

What condition is he in?

He can't walk. He can't speak properly.

Can't do much for himself without help. And I know what that means, but it's Patrick.

Where's his son in all of this?

Anthony?

He wrote a nice little cheque for two grand and walked away.

-£2,000? That's all his dad's worth to him?

-Yeah.

He's another one who just wants to wash his hands of him.

Ian? Surely Ian doesn't want to get rid of Patrick.

It feels like he does.

I'm just so angry, Mas, you know?

After everything that we've been through,

the minute it's something with someone I care about

he doesn't want to know.

Well, if it means anything,

I think it's great that Patrick's got someone to fight his corner.

-Good for you.

-Yeah?

Yeah! What you're doing is amazing. That's what life should be about.

I'm Asian. We look after our elders.

The parent nurses the child and, in return, the child nurses the parent.

I wish I could've done the same for my mum.

-I mean, I know Patrick's not your dad...

-No, but you're right. That's exactly how I am.

You've got your friends. We're here to help.

He's not going in a home, Mas.

-All right, Pam?

-Oh, I'd have brought them over.

Don't worry. Come here, I'll save you the bother.

There you go. Now, there are four black suits in there, all good,

but the shoulders are a bit worn from carrying the coffins.

Oh, Mrs Branning is ever so lucky having you to help her.

Do you know, there's a special bond

between a gran and her grandson, isn't there?

My grandson Paul is off travelling, and I do miss him.

Anyhow, what am I like?

Oh, tell her I'll be there on Saturday to help out.

-You've got to do your bit, haven't you?

-OK. Yeah. No problem.

-You all right.

-Oh, hi.

I called you yesterday, you didn't pick up.

Yeah, I've been busy.

You're always busy, ain't ya?

I'm starting to think you're ignoring me.

-I've been up to my eyes. This new appeal's brought in a lot of new leads.

-That's a good thing, isn't it?

Yeah. Of course. It's just...

You know, my new boss is still breathing down my neck.

She scrutinises everything I do.

I just want to prove myself to her.

Speaking of which...

I've missed you. I keep thinking about you.

I've been thinking about you, too,

but you know how difficult things are for me at the moment.

-Yeah, it's all right. I'm starting to get the message.

-Max, don't be like that.

You all right?

Who's that?

Charlie Cotton. My step-mum's grandson.

He's a copper as well.

-Charlie Cotton?

-Yeah.

I've never heard of him. Does he work in Walford?

I dunno. Some sort of detective.

-Bent, I reckon.

-What makes you say that?

He's well shifty. I wouldn't trust him.

I keep trying to warn Dot but she's got her blinkers on.

Shmarmed his way into my family, bought 'em all off.

You sound jealous.

Course I ain't jealous. Well, if you think that,

maybe it's a good job you're too busy to see me.

-Hey. You alone?

-Yeah.

-Oh. I spoke to Denise.

-Dad...

It's all right, I didn't really mention you.

She just needed to let off a bit of steam, that's all.

-I think she really wanted somebody just to agree with her.

-And do you?

Absolutely. If she can, she should look after Patrick herself. Of course, Ian doesn't agree.

Ian doesn't agree with what?

We were talking about Denise.

Right. There's a surprise.

-Is she around?

-No. She's having lunch at home, isn't she?

-No.

Oh, great, she's disappeared

when she knows I've got to leave in half an hour!

Right, so come on, then. What's she been saying?

What've you been talking about?

How I'm the bad guy in all this, is that it?

No, we were just talking about the situation.

She's a friend, I'm concerned.

Right, well, don't be concerned.

It's OUR situation, we'll deal with it.

Look at you, eh?

Out of bed.

Kat's over there lounging about with her feet up,

texting me every two minutes asking me what I'm selling.

She's not lounging about, she's got two newborns and swollen ankles.

Well, she'll have swollen fingers at this rate.

So, what time's Action Man coming over?

You all right with that, then?

Said I was, didn't I? Listen, you've only got one life, Whit.

You can't let the past hold you back.

This ain't about Tony.

I know, but....

if you feel like you're ready,

I'm not going to stand in your way, am I?

It's about time we both moved on with our lives properly, really.

Yeah. And once you get to know Lee, you'll really like him.

Yeah, I'm sure I will.

Listen, we'll be back about half eight, nine.

That'll give you a bit of time to... have a bit of romance.

See you later.

Thanks.

Oh, yeah, Dot's having this, er...

This jumble sale for the church.

I give her a few things I'm not really going to wear any more.

Then I tried to give her an old lamp,

but Ian's clung onto it, said it was his gran's.

Needless to say, that's gone back in the cupboard for another 20 years!

So, what, we not talking now, or what?

What do you want me to say?

Look, I'm sorry about your lunch.

I was just trying to do something nice for you, it wasn't supposed to end like that.

Sorry.

All right, well, do you want me to say that to Grandma?

I'm going to go help her with the jumble.

No, I've already apologised to her.

Oh. Well... Good.

Why don't you come over with me?

-Well, no, cos Charlie's over there, ain't he?

-Oh, fine.

Abs...

Yeah. All right, fine. I will.

No. You stay here if you're going to be all full of attitude...

I ain't full of attitude, am I? Let's go. It'll be fine.

All right, just, please, try and get along with Charlie -

for Grandma's sake.

-You'll hate it, you know.

-No, I won't.

-Well, you won't know anyone.

-I'll know Abi.

-Phil, are you happy about this?

-No. But it's his life, ain't it?

Yeah, that he's going to ruin by going to Bolton!

Jay, I don't get what made you change your mind?

You said you didn't want to leave London.

-Is Abi making you, is that it?

-Look, no-one's making me.

I'm going because I want to go.

-Yeah, but you're giving up your whole life to be with her!

-No, I'm not!

I'm going to Bolton to be with Abi. What is it you don't understand?

Well, cos you could see her on the weekend, you could see her...

Just because things are going bad between you and Peter,

don't interfere between me and Abi, all right?

Look who's come to help us.

Hiya. Thought you could do with an extra pair of hands.

-All right?

-Yeah.

Fancy a beer? I've got some in the fridge.

-Yeah, be lovely. Cheers.

-Abi? You want a drink?

-Yeah.

You didn't need to come, Max.

Charlie and I are managing perfectly well on our own.

It's all right. Abi was coming anyway, so...

Do you know what I think? You ain't got a problem with Charlie.

You've got a problem with yourself.

You don't know what you're doing with your life

so you're filling it with tawdry affairs.

You might as well help, now you're here.

I don't know how you charge the prices you do.

You don't have to shop here, do you?

It's loads cheaper in the big supermarkets.

-You're paying for convenience.

-I'm paying for your holiday home.

Sorry, sorry, I got held up.

I'll carry on with the stock check.

Can you stick the kettle on, please?

What?

My appointment.

Oh! I'm sorry. Go on, get off, then.

It was an hour ago. I had to cancel it.

-Well, I'm sorry, I had to go and see Patrick at the hospital.

-I booked it off last week,

-I reminded you this morning.

-Yes, but I've had a lot on my plate lately, OK?

I know. But I cannot carry on looking after this place on my own.

But you're not on your own.

Helen only does mornings in the summer holidays.

I am... I'm sorry about Patrick. Really - I am.

But we cannot carry on like this. It's not fair on me,

-I need to know where I stand...

-You're selfish, you know that?

Go on, go. Take your afternoon.

Right. I will.

-Is that the last bin bag?

-Uh, yeah. Think it was, yeah.

Dot, you got any more bin bags, darling?

-I gave you the last of the roll, Charlie.

-I know. We've run out.

-It's all right, I'll go and get some more.

-No, no, I'll go,

-cos I want to get some ciggies.

-OK.

-(Are you two all right?)

-Yeah. We're fine.

I'm glad you came round...for Dot.

-Well, I haven't got an argument with her.

-Just me?

I'm just not that happy with you trying to push your way in

-with my family.

-I was only trying to help.

Well, if they need help they've got me.

Fair enough. I didn't mean to step on your toes.

-You seem to be here a lot.

-What do you mean?

Well, ain't you got other people you can spend time with?

Like, a girlfriend, or other family, or...?

Mum's parents are dead.

Never had a grandparent before. It's been nice getting to know Dot.

She is my family.

I'm not after yours.

How about you?

What?

You got a girlfriend?

Uh, nah. Ain't got time for all that, you know.

Got the business, ain't I? The girls to look after.

Why don't you press on with that then?

Think me and Abi seem to be on top of everything here.

Bet you've got loads of cars to sell.

Yeah.

I'll see you later.

-Abs, I'm going to make a move, darling.

-'Oh, OK.'

-All right. I'll see you later.

-'See ya.'

Thanks for coming.

Oh, Denise, where do you keep your bin bags?

They're over there, on the right.

People have left me a mountain of rubbish for my jumble sale.

Oh, and I'll have a packet of my usual. Ta.

SHE SIGHS

There you go.

You look a bit tired. What is it? Patrick?

Yeah.

How is he? I've been meaning to go to see him.

I ain't had time. Did he like the socks I knitted him?

Yeah, he did, thank you. He's a lot better than he was.

The doctors seem to think he's ready to come home.

Oh, that's good.

Well, you don't look too pleased.

Oh, no, I am.

Ian thinks he should go into a home.

Oh, but I don't.

Oh, I see. What does Patrick say?

Well... He's in no state to have a say.

I just find it so upsetting, Dot.

You know what a strong, independent man he is.

Or was.

Now, well, he's just like a puppet that's had its strings cut.

Yes, I know, Denise. Just like my Jim.

-Oh, Dot, I am sorry. That was thoughtless of me.

-It don't matter.

And you think you can care for him, do you?

I CAN look after him.

Yes, I know it'll be hard but...

it took two men to get him up out of the bed at the hospital earlier.

Two of them.

And I couldn't help but thinking,

what if it was just me and I couldn't do it,

or if I buckled and he fell on top of me?

But I can't give up on him, Dot. It's Patrick.

That's what I thought with Jim.

Right. So you do think he should go into a home?

Well, you've got to think of yourself.

I mean, you'll be wearing yourself into the ground,

struggling to look after him, just like I did.

I nearly had a nervous breakdown. You'll die before he does.

-Don't say that.

-Well, it's cos you don't want to hear.

I mean, I'm afraid I think that Ian's right.

-There's been a change of plan.

-What do you mean?

Will you help me?

I've got to baby-sit. Sorry.

I know you were looking forward to it just being me and you.

Yeah, I was.

Alfie rang me.

He was desperate for a baby-sitter and I couldn't say no.

This is my niece. My brother Ryan's little girl.

I didn't know you had a brother.

Yeah. I ain't seen him in ages.

Sorry. I was going to cook.

Bianca took the kids out and everything.

These things happen. It's all right.

-Another time though, yeah?

-Yeah.

Yeah, well, see you later.

What are you doing back?

I closed the shop.

I hate this. I don't want to fight with you.

It has to be the best home possible.

It has to be.

I promise you. I promise you.

The very, very best.

Right. We're done! You relax for a minute.

I couldn't have done it without you, Charlie.

Well, it weren't just me, Max did his fair share as well.

I was surprised when he turned up.

I wasn't. You mean the world to him. We've got that in common, at least.

I'm glad you sorted it all out.

What with Carol and her illness, and him carrying on with Lucy Beale,

I shall be glad when that family

pulls together in the right direction.

-Are the girls in?

-No, they're out.

-Thanks.

-You all right? What are you doing here?

-You said that man was called Charles Cotton?

-Er, Charlie, yeah.

-I checked him out.

I couldn't find any record of him in the force.

-Right. What does that mean?

-It means he's not a police officer.