21/08/2014 EastEnders

You all right?

Couldn't be better.

FRONT DOOR CLOSES

Oh, Charlie, thank goodness you're here,

I can't move with all these bags round me.

And now, my blooming sink has got blocked again.

I think it's that wretched U-Bend. I can't shift it.

And I've got to get to work.

Didn't I tell you, I would come round today -

-I'm going to take all of this stuff to the church hall.

-Oh, thank you, Charlie.

-But first, I've got you something.

-What?

-Here. Open it.

I saw them in a shop window. I thought you'd like them.

You shouldn't spend your money on me.

Yes, I should. You're my grandma.

Try them on.

Just seen Golden Boy.

-Who?

-Charlie.

You're not still going on about him, are you?

No, I'm fine with him... now I know he's going to get what he deserves.

Thought you might like to know, Charlie's just gone into Dot's.

Well, I want to be there when you do it.

All right, fair enough.

I tell you what, come round after.

Yeah, I want to hear all the details.

All right, cheers.

I was going to bring you a cuppa up in a minute.

You should have woke me.

Thought you needed your sleep. Go on, sit yourself down.

I'll do you a tea and bring you some breakfast, all right?

There's, um, a few options there.

It's just a question of budget, really.

But most of those, they're within our price range.

But I don't want you worrying about the money, I'll find it from somewhere, all right?

There you go.

Now, there's one or two here which are...they're quite near,

so I was thinking of giving them a phone call this afternoon and booking some appointments for tonight.

-They can manage without me at the restaurant.

-Tonight?

-Well, it's best we get on with this.

I suppose.

Lee!

You're putting me to shame with those calves, boy.

Oh, yeah - habit. I need a think, I go for a jog. Helps me focus.

Oh, yeah, what is it? Army, family, women?

Whit. She invited me round hers for dinner,

-said it was just going to be the two of us...

-Sounds promising.

Yeah, well, when I got there, she was baby-sitting. Said it was something she "had to do".

Right, you reckon she did it on purpose?

I dunno, she keeps giving me mixed messages. It's annoying, cos I really like her.

Talk to her. Tell her you're too old to play games.

-If she carries on, move on, there's plenty more birds out there, mate.

-Yeah, I suppose.

Got a date myself later on, with Lauren.

No mixed messages there, I don't mind telling you.

MOBILE PHONE CHIMES

It's Dean. He's taking me out for lunch.

It's a proper date.

Oh, nice.

I've got a good feeling about him.

I reckon me and him, we'd go good together.

He's so fit, ain't he?

So's Lee.

I bottled it, Lauren. I bottled it.

I told him I was baby-sitting Lily. He weren't happy.

-So you're not into him at all then?

-Yeah, I am. I just don't think he's going to want what I want.

He's been in the Army, he's probably used to getting loads of girls.

I don't want to be just another one.

You've only been on a few dates with him, I think you need to chill out a bit.

I mean, he likes you, that's obvious. Don't want to go scaring him away.

Sorry. I'm in a bit of a rush...

-It won't take a minute.

-How can I help?

It's Detective Charlie Cotton, isn't it?

Yeah.

Step out of the car, please, Mr Cotton.

-What do you think you're doing?

-Charlie Cotton, I'm arresting you for impersonating a police officer.

-I'm sorry, what?

-You do not have to say anything...

-Stop.

-..but it may harm your defence...

-You are making a big mistake.

-..if you do not mention, when questioned...

-You can't arrest me. I'm a DC, like you!

You're not on any of the police systems. You are not a police officer.

They tend to leave Special Ops off the system, for obvious reasons.

Show me your badge.

We don't carry badges. Again - for obvious reasons.

We can go down the station if you want. We'll go and sort this out.

Only, I'd hate for you to be humiliated in front of the people you work with.

Or Max.

Max Branning? You do know him, don't you?

Well, he's a suspect in a murder investigation.

A bit more than that to you, isn't he?

-Why don't we go for a ride and discuss this?

-A ride?

There's too many prying eyes round here.

We should be somewhere a bit more private.

You going to be in a bad mood all day?

Well, you've been in a bad mood for months, ain't you?

Look, Jay is Abi's boyfriend.

Why are you so surprised that he's going to go to Bolton with her?

Cos his life is here, innit?

And anyway, it's her, keep nagging him and nagging him to go all the time.

-You don't know that.

-Yeah, it is. And now, I haven't got no-one to talk to, have I?

-You've got me.

Yeah(!)

I'll see you later.

Everything all right?

Yeah. No different to usual.

It's not her fault. I just don't know what to say to her any more.

You two went through a lot to be together. All right? Remember that.

She loves you... and these last couple of months hasn't been easy for any of us.

I mean, especially for those closest to us.

Deigning to shop in here again, are we?

I don't want to go up the high street - ain't got my face on.

This is silly, Denise. How's Patrick? Is he any better?

-A little.

-That's good.

See, he'll be back to his old self in no time.

And when you see him next, you tell him we miss him at the Vic.

Can he understand you when you talk to him?

Yeah... Yeah, he understands you.

It's just, you know, well... He can't say very much back.

And how are you? How are you coping?

Oh... I'm all right. Well, got to be, ain't I?

Thank you.

Morning.

Morning. Er, Shabs...

-These aren't even our most expensive ones!

-Well, if you don't want them...

No, hang on. I didn't say I didn't want them.

Look...

OK, look. I am sorry if I've taken you for granted.

And it won't happen again. So, please...

just accept the chocolates and let's go back to normal.

Cos I really haven't got the energy to fight you.

I'll hang my stuff up.

We can open these later.

What are you playing at?

Why were you looking me up?

-I'm just doing my job.

-Digging around?

Did Max put you up to this?

Max is part of my grandma's family, all right?

I'm not trying to make trouble for him or for you,

but I really don't appreciate someone trying to arrest me in the middle of the street.

I saw you with Max yesterday.

He is a suspect in a murder investigation.

And you were interrogating him?

I'd say you were being more involved with him.

-I don't know what you mean.

-I think you do.

You're having an affair with a suspect in a murder investigation.

Not going to look good if that gets out, is it?

What do you want?

I presume you want to keep your job?

End it now, or I'll have a chat with your superior.

Good.

Right. I'll drop you back and we'll forget we ever had this chat.

Hi.

Hey.

Oh, wow. What are you looking so happy about(?)

Cheer me up. Could do with a mate.

OK.

Lunch later?

I can't, I've got a date.

Who with?

Dean. He's taking me for lunch at the Vic.

I didn't know you were dating him.

Yeah, well, I'm not really. It's the first date.

Hopefully it's the first of many.

Well, I'm working later, so why don't you pop in and we can have a chat?

No, it's nothing, I just need to sort my head out.

-Yeah, well, I can help you...

-No, I said it's nothing.

OK.

I'll see you around, then, yeah?

Carl, can you do me a favour, keep an eye on my stall?

-You got any clients at lunchtime?

-No.

-Well, do you fancy having lunch together?

-What, just me and you?

-Yeah.

-All right. Where?

The Vic? Half 12?

-Yeah. Sounds good.

-Yeah? I'll see you then.

-See ya.

How can I look him in the eyes and say

that it's best for him to go somewhere where he doesn't know...

and it's away from his home and friends, and me?

You've got to remember what's important here.

You're making sure he's getting the care he needs so he can get well quicker.

But what if he doesn't get better?

What if, once he's in the home,

he just...gives up?

Patrick? Are you kidding? He's a fighter, isn't he?

Yeah... Yeah, he is. He's always been there to keep me fighting.

Yeah, well, do this for him then.

You fight to get him the best care and then you fight to get him better and back here.

You may as well take your break now.

Where have you been? We've a blocked toilet flooding Mr Marshall's room!

I have enough on my plate running this place without worrying about you doing your job.

-Where have you been?

-I had stuff to do.

So, come on... What did he say when you arrested him?

Well, I was wrong... Look, Max, the thing is, we need to finish. I can't see you again.

What you talking about? Where's all this come from?

-Charlie Cotton is a police detective and he knows about us.

-Right, well, you said he weren't.

-I made a mistake.

-What do you mean, he knows all about us?

He saw us yesterday and he guessed.

-We ain't got to finish, we've just got to be a bit more careful, maybe.

-No, I can't take the chance.

He's threatening to report me if I see you again. You've put me in an awful position.

I'm the one who's put everything on the line and if it gets out about us, I'm finished.

-Do you think he'll tell Dot?

-No.

-Are you sure?

It's unbelievable. Who does he think he is?

He's Special Ops, that's why I couldn't find any trace of him on the system.

I can't risk my job for you, Max. I just can't.

Stuff to do? You've stuff to do here!

-Stuff that you're getting paid for.

-You call what I get pay?!

You're lucky to have a job.

-Is it a girl?

-Is what a girl?

-That's keeping you away from here?

Some tart you're keeping secret?

If I'm keeping a girl a secret, I'm not going to admit it, am I?

Don't you get smart with me. Something's going on.

-I'm your mother, you can't fool me.

-You're wrong.

I'm never wrong.

Blocked toilet on the first floor, yeah?

There you are.

What's that?

Oh, it's...stuff I need to ask when we go visiting the homes.

Ian's been researching. He wants to go tonight and look at some.

But, I dunno...

This feels so wrong, going to look at places without Patrick, you know?

It should be his decision, but...

Yeah, well, he's in no state to go and check them out, is he?

So are there places specifically for people who've had strokes?

Yeah... Yeah, we could always get him somewhere with a specialist nurse, a regular physio.

-Sounds perfect.

-Yeah, but they are dead expensive. About £30,000 a year or more.

Ian says he'll pay, but it's so much money.

And it's not as if there's a load of places.

We'd have to find somewhere that's got a vacancy,

and then that could be miles away. And what do I do then?

Do I keep him near so that I can see him?

Or do I send him to get better care that's just somewhere else?

You'll make the right decision. You will.

I'm going to want to see him every day.

Course...and look, don't worry about this place.

We'll work around it.

There's just so much to think about.

You all right?

Yeah, you?

Yeah.

Do you want to come in?

There's something I want to ask you.

OK.

Did you really need to baby-sit yesterday? It's just...

I get the impression that you... planned it all.

Why would I do that?

Are you playing games with me, Whit?

It's just, you invite me round, make out it's time for us to... well, you know...

and then all of a sudden, you're baby-sitting.

I mean, if you've changed your mind, it's OK, you can just tell me,

I'd be a bit annoyed at first, but I'd understand.

What, cos you want sex?

No! Cos I really like you!

I'm scared.

Of what?

When I first met you, I really fancied you.

And I thought you were what I wanted.

And then you dumped me for Lucy.

I've already apologised for all that.

Yeah, well, it still hurts.

I want to be with you, Lee...

..but I need to trust that you'll be there with me afterwards.

If I just wanted sex, I would have gave up ages ago.

I like you, Whit...

..a lot.

Look, let me tell you something, right?

My mum and dad... my ambition is to be just like them.

Marry young, have kids,

to be together forever, never looking at anybody else.

I mean, look how happy they are together.

That's what I want.

Yeah?

Yeah. So if you want me to wait, fine, I'll wait. I ain't in a rush.

I don't want to wait.

-But you just said that...

-That was a minute ago.

I changed my mind.

Wait, are you sure? Cos we can...

I'm sure.

-Did you unblock the toilet?

-Yes.

Hurry up with that - you're behind.

Will you get off my back?!

Is it any wonder I drag my heels getting here

when all I get is you yakking in my ear every minute of the day?

If you don't like my work, find some other mug to do it.

I'm sorry, Charlie, I'm having a bad time of it today.

We've money missing.

Mr Jenkins withdrew £500 from his bank account

-yesterday for his grandson's 21st and it's gone.

-It'll turn up.

No. I don't think it will.

I put it in an envelope in my top drawer

and now it's nowhere to be seen.

I think it's been stolen... and I think I know who did it.

Who?

Your father.

DOORBELL RINGS

Oh, Max, what is it? I've been at the church hall.

-I've only just got back.

-Yeah, I know, I just saw you.

Just popped over, make sure you're all right.

What do you want?

If it's about Charlie, I don't want to hear it.

No, it's... I think I might have left my mobile here yesterday. Have you seen it?

Your mobile? I'd have heard it ring, wouldn't I?

Yeah, it's probably at home. You seen Ian lately?

No. Should I have done?

No, I'm just wondering if he's heard about the appeal.

He ain't said.

I saw that policewoman in the Square earlier, what's her name? Summerhayes or something?

Oh, yes, that nice young girl what's helping Ian?

Very pretty girl. She's probably got some information for him, it's about time.

-Yeah.

-Bye.

-See ya.

Oh, Max...

your mobile... it's sticking out your pocket.

I thought I was followed home the other night

and I've had funny phone calls.

Nobody talking, just hanging up. And now the money.

He's been here, I know it.

Mum...

I took the money.

I don't believe this.

How could you be so stupid?

You on a date?

-Yeah, sort of.

-You should have taken her somewhere more romantic.

Not really my style. I'm not pretentious.

Not so much the surroundings, more the company you keep...

and she is beautiful company.

Keep the change.

Sure you only want a lemonade?

Want a proper drink?

I can't.

Why not? You're not pregnant, are you?

No, I... I've just had some problems in the past.

Oh...

OH.

Well, at least you've sorted it out, that's good.

What do you want to eat? I mean, you can have whatever you like.

The filet mignon, the lobster, the caviar...

Could you run to a shepherd's pie?

Yeah, go on, then...

Thank you.

Yes, handsome?

Could I get a lager and...?

I'll have an orange juice and lemonade, please.

Aww. Are they on a date?

I dunno.

Perfect timing. Right, you go and sit yourself down and I'll bring it in.

You all right? Has Patrick had a relapse or something?

No... I've just been thinking all morning...

We need to make those appointments.

I can get off at five, so we can go tonight.

-You're right, you know, we need to do this.

-Come here...

It'll be all right, I promise.

Mum, I'm sorry.

I get that you're not happy here.

And I can't say it was my life's ambition to wipe elderly backsides,

but it's a good thing we have going here.

I know.

Then why are you trying to ruin it?

I'm not, I just wanted to see my grandma.

Does Dot still think you're a policeman?

She does, doesn't she?

You need to stop with the lies, Charlie,

and you need to stop visiting her.

If you're still seeing Dot and he finds out, then what?

I can't go through that again, Charlie, I can't.

I'm in the kitchen.

You all right?

Yep.

-MOBILE PHONE BEEPS

-How do you fancy going for a drink?

Could we stay here, if that's all right?

Course.

You all right?

Yeah.

You sure?

Yeah. Tea?

This is really nice. We hardly ever do this any more, do we?

I'm afraid we're out of shepherd's pie.

-Do you want to choose something else?

-Well, Dean's got some.

Yeah, he ordered the last one. The sausage and mash is nice. Comes with onion gravy.

Yeah, go on, then.

-That's nice they're on a date.

-I thought you didn't like Dean.

I don't like Dean. I can't stand him.

But she seems to like him, don't she?

And here, listen to this, right, you know after he wouldn't give me that job?

He put a notice up on the front of the salon for a stylist.

I mean, I could do that job. I'm trained-ish.

Ask him again.

-No, he ain't going to give it to me, is he?

-You could ask him now.

I mean, he's not going to say no in front of Lauren, is he? That'll make him look bad.

Seriously!

Seriously, I said, "Put your money where your mouth is,"

stripped off, gave the chap a ten-second head start...

You ran across Tower Bridge naked, is what you're telling me?

-Yeah, seriously...

-Hiya.

-Hi.

Sorry to interrupt...

But you are.

Yeah, it's just I see that notice outside the salon, for a stylist, you know?

And I know last time you said I didn't have the right look

or whatever, but I can change my clothes, I can change my hair.

I'm a really good worker.

We've been through this. You're not a qualified stylist.

Yeah, but she could learn, couldn't she?

I could learn, I can, yeah. And it's not like I've not worked with hair before.

Oh, come on, please, I really need this job. I'd be great, I promise.

No, I'm sorry. No.

-And why not?

-For the same reasons that I said last time.

Do you really want me to repeat them so you can get upset again?

Do you know what? Stick your salon job!

Why did you say that?

People come to Blades for a very specific look, not just a haircut.

I honestly don't think she's right. Can we just forget about it?

-What gives you the right to talk to people like that?

-You again.

You really think you're something, don't you?

Really? This is the guy you want to spend your time with?

Awkward.

I think I'm going to go.

Why?

Because you shouldn't speak to people like that.

-Are you serious?

-Yep.

I can't just walk away from her now.

She'd get worried about me, she might even call the police...

You see, this is what happens, you have dug a very big hole.

Just give me a couple of weeks and I'll sort it, I swear.

I'm not going to put anyone at risk.

What about the money?

Tell Mr Jenkins he already gave the money to his grandson.

He can't even remember his own name most days.

Using the poor man's Alzheimer's against him? No, we'll pay back every penny.

-Fine, we will. I'll work double shifts.

-That's my boy.

And stop worrying about Dad.

He's out of our lives. He's not going to hurt you any more.

I'm going to go and pick the stuff up from the flat and I'll be right back. OK?

CAR ALARM BLARES

CAR ALARM CONTINUES TO BLARE

MOBILE PHONE BEEPS