27/10/2015 EastEnders

Phil!

HE GROANS

Phil!

Phil, what's happened?

What's he done to you?

We thought you...

We thought you were dead.

I don't look that bad, do I?

-I'm getting you to a doctor.

-I'm fine.

-You can hardly stand!

-I said, I'm fine.

-No!

No, you are not doing this.

You are not just walking in here,

in this kind of state, pretending nothing's wrong.

Oh, Phil.

Look, is there something we can get you?

Yeah.

Get me a razor.

Could do with a shave.

PHIL GROANS

-Come here!

-Kush! Oh, no, put me down...

-We're going for a little walkies!

-Oi, get a room!

Get a room? Get a room? We're going to do better than that.

We're going to get a house. A really big old house, yeah?

With a big old garden and we'll have roses, right, all around the door.

Cheers. There you go. Only the best for you, my sweetheart.

-Give us that. Thank you.

-Oh!

-Have a bite.

-Thank you.

-Breakfast in bed - what do you reckon?

Every single morning, yeah?

Only the very best for you, my darling, OK? Here you are.

And that...is a promise.

What's all this, then?

Well, me and Shabnam are getting married...

BOTH: ..next week!

Wow. MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Inzamam?

What's happened?

-I'll get rid of him.

-No.

You go and get the rest of the mixers, all right?

He don't bother me.

Hey, you all right? How did it go?

-You had a meeting with the social worker about Jade?

-Yeah.

She's got a new foster family - that's the good news.

But?

-But Shabnam's muscling in.

-Right. What does that mean?

It means she's going for residency of Jade, too.

She's got no chance, though, it was written all over her face.

She abandoned Jade. She left her own child on a doorstep somewhere.

Relax. It's in the bag.

He makes your skin crawl, doesn't he?

He does exactly the same to me every time I look at him.

I just wish I didn't have to.

You're like a broken record, aren't you?

For the last time, him and Roxy are your problem. Not mine.

And you and him, you're not a problem at all, no?

-Not any more.

-Oh, really? It's all just forgotten, is it?

-All forgiven?

-It's behind us.

It's never going to be behind you. It's never going to be behind Mick.

Not while he's still walking around the Square.

Ooh, do you fancy this?

You know that new horror film you were talking about,

it's only showing in Stratford tonight.

-Lee?

-Yeah, yeah, sounds good.

-So, have you decided yet?

-What?

The book for book club?

Yeah.

I think you're right. There's something definitely up with Mum.

HE GROANS

Kathy told me everything.

About Gavin, the house...

She went there with Marsden.

They saw all this blood.

He had a couple of goons taking care of me, but...

they didn't seem too keen on me leaving.

Your blood.

Well, they came worse off.

-Did hurt me arm a bit, though.

-For God's sake!

I thought I'd never see you again.

Let's get you cleaned up and some hot food inside you...

and then, we'll talk, OK?

Remind me never to play poker with you.

How long you been planning this for, anyway?

We were both planning it months ago.

Yeah, well...

Yeah, I know.

This doesn't mean that we're forgetting Zaair.

You know that, don't you?

-Am I right? We're actually doing this in a week?

-Yes!

-A week's time?

-Yes, yes, yes! A week Friday.

I've booked the registry office and Imam Ali said he'd do the blessing.

-The mehndi?

-Yes. All in hand. Auntie Fatima...

There you go. Next thing you'll be telling me,

you've sorted the reception, you've sorted the honeymoon...

I had to leave something to you.

OK! Yes, right, well, let's get on it, then, eh?

Leave it with me, OK, sweetheart?

Oh, come here. Mwah!

Hey, don't be jealous. Come here.

-What was that about?

-Oh, we've got some news.

So have I.

Come on, ladies and gents, fresh apples. Grown in Spain,

I picked 'em up in Peckham...

I owe you something for that apple, don't I?

Don't be silly. Call it a wedding present, eh?

And Paul for those flowers. Oh, and Shrimpy for his toast.

-Did you see his face? Not happy.

-No.

You still OK for best man?

Yeah. Yeah, I'll blow the cobwebs off the speech.

-Give it a go.

-Good, good.

You...think it's all a bit sudden, or...?

Well, I was as surprised as you are.

She's sorted everything, right? She's met the imam.

She's booked the service. The whole shebang - done.

When did she, er...do all that?

I dunno. Doesn't matter, does it?

All that matters, right, is that a week on Friday,

we're going to be Mr and Mrs Kazemi.

That is your cue to give me a little smile. Martin, come on!

Yeah. I am. I'm happy, yeah.

No, it's good to see Shabnam smiling again, ain't it?

After this morning.

This morning?

Yeah. Well, she came round to see Stace, didn't she?

Something to do with the residency application.

Stacey's back, right, soon?

-Yeah, any minute.

-Right, well, we need to meet up, all of us.

Later on, over at Shabs', OK?

I still need to... I've got to sort the reception,

got to sort the honeymoon... Ooh, stag!

Got to sort the stag. Come on Martin, do me a favour?

-I could do with a bit of help?

-Yeah. Sorry, mate. Stag!

-Stag.

-Stag!

-Nice one. Cheers.

Shrimp! Shrimpy! Sorry about earlier, I owe you a quid.

Get your apples, fresh in today.

-It's good news he's pulled through, though.

-Yeah. They always say

it's the first few minutes - if you can make it past that, then...

Yeah, but it's still a heart attack

and his second, and at your daada's age...

You know, I need to go over there.

I need to see him.

Why don't you just leave it a few days?

He could be out of hospital by then, everything could be fine.

Yeah, but what if he isn't? What if things aren't?

It'd be like your Dadi, all over again.

I need to go and check to see what flights are available.

Oh, erm...what was your news?

You said you had news?

Oh, no. No, nothing. It'll keep.

Really, honestly. Go, go. Make your arrangements. Go.

It ain't happening, is it?

What?

This book club.

What do you keep going on about that for?

So, what book have you decided on, then?

Lee said you chose one.

There ain't one, is there?

No.

No, there ain't.

We need to tell Marsden you're back.

What's it got to do with her?

I told you, Kathy went to see her, she told her everything.

Guilty conscience, was it? It's a bit late for that.

You still haven't told us what happened.

I mean, how did he get to you in the first place?

And how did you get away?

Phil, what did he actually do to you?

I bided me time and I took my chance, and that's exactly

what I'll do with him. I will sort him. Me, not Marsden.

Oh, and that's it, is it? That's all we're getting?

You get abducted by some maniac, we don't know where you are,

what's happening to you and that's all we get -

you want a shave and you're going to sort it?

Yeah, well, I've got unfinished business

with some other people, too.

-What about the rest of us?

-What?

You left a bit of unfinished business here, an' all.

What are you doing?

I've got some calls to make.

DOOR SLAMS

This is weird.

Is it?

You think it's normal, do you? He's locked away for nearly a month

and then he waltzes back in here like he's popped to the shops.

HE GROANS

Well, he's back, ain't he?

-And that's all that matters, is it?

-Yeah.

I don't know, Jay.

-Neither do I.

-PHIL GROANING

-Dad?

-Phil?!

Phil!

Jay, call an ambulance.

999 now!

Phil...

Oh, after you.

-Oh, Shabs gone, has she?

-Yeah, she left about ten minutes ago.

-You've heard the news, yeah?

-Yeah. Dad told me.

Oh, that's brilliant! So he knows as well. Great stuff.

Do you want to leave work early today?

I want us all to meet up, have a little celebration.

Yeah? Martin and Stacey are coming. Should be good.

Is this an Essex thing, or something?

Hm?

Grandad has a heart attack and you throw a party?

Why didn't you say nothing before?

Cos there's nothing to say.

It's just Ronnie Mitchell shooting her mouth off, that's all.

About Dean.

-L...

-How many more times have I got to say it?

I'm trying my hardest here to move on.

No, no. Do you know what? I am moving on.

A year ago, if he'd walked in the pub, I'd have run a mile, and now...

If Ronnie's got a problem with him and her sister, let her sort it.

What did she have in mind?

I don't know. I didn't ask, cos I don't care.

She'll soon get the message.

Well, maybe we should make sure that she gets the message.

No. You two go round there mob-handed,

you'll just stir everything up again.

Promise me, Mick.

Promise me you'll drop this now.

OK.

-I'll go with him, OK?

-All right.

We'll get the keys to the Jag and we'll meet you down there, yeah?

Ben, what's happened? What's he done?

What have you and Gavin done, you mean? You see this?

That's Phil's blood, Kathy.

Just where I said it'd be. On your hands.

-Sharon, please...

-Now stay away from us!

Oh, guess what? I found the guest list from before.

We won't be able to get everyone to come, not at this sort of notice,

but there are still a few that should be able to make it.

And thank you for telling me about Martin and Stacey, by the way,

I only just saw him as I was coming over -

I've only had time to sort out some samosas.

Mas on here, is he? Oh, no, no, of course not.

He wouldn't be, would he? Not with him flying off to Pakistan.

I've just seen Tam, he doesn't know anything about any of this.

And I take it your dad doesn't either?

He's got enough on his plate, Kush.

-This is his daughter's wedding.

-Exactly.

What, I spring that on him when he's already worried sick about Daada?

It wouldn't be fair.

How do you think he's going to feel,

when he comes back and it's all done and dusted?

He'll probably be back before then.

Once... Look, once he sees Daada, makes sure that he's OK,

-there'll be nothing to keep him there.

-Postpone. Just postpone.

-No. No.

-For a week or so.

What kind of difference would a week make?

I've already fixed the date.

Imam Ali has already agreed to do the blessing.

Dad will be back. Everything will be fine.

Positive thinking. You'll see. It'll be all right.

-What... What did you want to talk to Stacey about?

-What?

Martin said you went round there earlier.

-Something to do with the residency application?

-Yeah.

I thought maybe she could give me some pointers,

you know, her being a mum.

DOORBELL Oh, that'll be them.

-Can you get them some drinks or something? I'll be five minutes.

-Yep.

-There you go, my little darling.

-Cheers.

So, what, we're just going to leave it as it is?

-You heard what your mum said.

-Yeah. Moving on?

Dad, come on. You know as well as I do, all it takes is one reminder

and then she's smack back in the thick of it again,

and that's exactly what Ronnie wants.

Dad, she's trouble, I'm telling you.

I know what I'd do.

This ain't the army, Lee.

What, so we just do nothing?

No. We do what your mum says, cos she's the important one in this.

-I get that, I get that...

-Listen to me. I made her a promise.

Lee.

And we don't break promises, do we?

Not to the women we love.

You ready?

-The film?

-Yeah, yeah. I just need a drink.

How is he?

I don't get it, he was fine when he got back.

Yeah, he was talking to us, he was walking about.

I'm not exactly sure how.

Mr Mitchell has a broken right leg, a broken right wrist

and four cracked ribs.

And has had for at least two days.

Your husband has something of a stubborn streak, I take it?

Well, look, is he going to be OK, though? You can fix him up?

He'd have made an infinitely quicker recovery

if he'd come in straightaway, but, yes, no lasting damage, we think.

-We've still got some tests to do.

-Can we see him?

No. If Phil's in a fit state to talk I'm seeing him first.

Mr Mitchell's conscious.

Oh, that'll do.

I told you, Mrs Mitchell, I'm seeing him first.

I'm not stopping you seeing him.

But you're not stopping me, either.

-Now, that is a good deal.

-Norway?

-What's wrong with Norway?

-This time of year?

-Cheap.

It'd have to be, wouldn't it?

-All the coats and jumpers we'd have to buy.

-Yeah.

Samosas will be two minutes.

(Urgh, samosas.)

Lovely. I'm just going to the loo.

Here we are, somewhere like that. A bit warmer.

-There was a civil war there last year, mate!

-Oh, was there?

You carry on, I'm sure you could find us

a nice self-catering deal in Kabul(!)

Spain, then. You can't go wrong there, can you?

I mean, even if the sun don't shine, there's always Sangria.

-Do you know what, that don't look too bad.

-Kush?

-Yeah?

-Can I get a hand, please?

-Yeah.

-I'll tell you what, you sit down, look at that.

-Thanks, mate.

# Viva Espana. #

Oh.

All a bit sudden, this, ain't it?

I mean, it's nice. It's... Well, it's lovely.

It's just...

quick, innit?

After everything.

That's what Martin said.

That's probably best though, ain't it?

If you want to do something, just do it.

OK, who's hungry?

What?

Oh, what? You used to love samosas.

It's not just samosas, it's anything spicy.

-I wasn't going to say anything, I was...

-Right. Fish and chips?

-What?

-You can have fish and chips, right?

-Well, yeah.

-Right, well, I'll pick us some up, then, OK?

-Will you get me a pickled egg?

-I'll give him a hand. All right.

So, you can eat a pickled egg?

Well, it's not spicy. It's just...

tangy.

Here, Kush, hold up!

Kush. Has something happened?

Mate, come on, don't ignore me. What's happened?

-All right. Hey.

-Special occasion?

Every day's a special day, when you've got a beautiful bird

on your arm. Plus, you and Mum are getting my gorgeous girl.

-Yeah, pride before a fall, son.

-No-one's going to fall.

Actually, Shirl and I heard from the social worker.

Seems our assessment went OK.

Looks like we're going to get our first unsupervised visit

with Jade next week, Bonfire Night.

I'll be back from Portugal by then. I'll finally get to meet her.

You see? Everything's working out.

-See you.

-See you.

-Yeah.

Quite a story, Phil.

You're banged up for the best part of a month,

then you take out two heavies and hobble home on a broken leg.

Bionic Man couldn't have done it better.

Well, it ain't me you should be talking to.

You should be out there looking for whoever did this in the first place.

We are. No thanks to you.

I only know you're back courtesy of that ex-wife of yours.

Still, at least we can start sorting things out properly now.

-Meaning?

-I've stationed a uniformed officer outside the door.

He'll stay there as long as you're in here.

I can't promise the same level of protection at home, of course,

but we can install a panic button.

Ain't me that needs to be panicking.

This is serious, Phil. Kidnap, extortion -

we might even get this joker on attempted murder

if the CPS are in a good mood.

I don't want to take any chances until he's in custody.

-Right. And that's it?

-Phil.

I don't need any old bill plotting up outside the door

and I don't need no panic button, either.

I'll sort this out myself.

Yeah, because you did such a good job of that last time.

Why leave it so long, that's what I don't understand?

What?

Well, if it was that easy to get away, why didn't he do it sooner?

Unless you're not quite telling it as it is?

Will you call me when he starts to make sense?

I am glad you're back, though.

Right. I'll go and try and see a doctor.

See when we can get you back home.

And you're OK with that?

How do you mean?

Well...we didn't exactly part on good terms, did we?

No wonder.

Everything you did with Max, that juror.

It's still like that, is it?

I don't know what it's like, Phil.

You know, I'm glad you're safe, course I am, more than glad, but...

as for the rest - we'll just have to wait and see, OK?

METAL CLANGING

DOOR OPENS

You're going to throw them scraps away, ain't you?

Something must have happened.

You couldn't get out the house quick enough.

What is it? Is it Stacey? Has she said something? Did she upset you?

-Kush. Boys. Ready to go.

-Kush?

-Any chance of a pickled egg?

-Cora, please!

Yeah, go on.

You're a man who knows how to do the right thing.

-Kush!

-I ain't having it, Mart.

-Ain't having what?

-This wedding.

It ain't happening.

So, what was the plan?

Clean me out, then off back to South Africa with Mr and Mrs Pyscho?

There wasn't any plan.

I only found out about it after he'd took you.

Mum said that if anyone found out, you'd disappear, permanently.

I didn't know what else to do.

So, you just kept schtum and left me to rot.

I thought I was acting for the best, doing what was best for you.

He loved it, you know.

Telling me that you was in on it. You and your mother.

Dad, I've played this all wrong, I know.

Played everything wrong and I'm sorry.

So, what you saying? It's all one big mistake, yeah?

Yeah.

So now what?

What do you mean?

What do you want now, Ben, eh?

I just want it all to go back to how it was.

Can it?

Well, if you really mean it.

If you really mean that you want everything to be history, then, yeah.

Course. Gavin is history.

Not just Gavin.

-If it's not, then...

-No, it is.

Lesson learnt, all right?

Gavin and...

..Paul.

I mean it, Dad.

I just want to forget both of 'em.

Forget what?

Listen.

Can you do me a favour?

Course.

Only...don't tell Sharon,

cos you know what an old woman she can be.

Can you...

can you pick us up a bottle of Scotch?

You are joking?

Do I look like I'm laughing?

It's...been keeping me company these last couple of weeks.

You've been drinking?

Just a little bit, you know...

help me get to sleep at night.

Was that his idea?

-Just get out.

-Phil.

-Get out!

-Mum...

-I swear to God if you don't get out...

-Mum, just get out, please!

What have the doctors said?

-Mum, please, just do as Dad said and go, all right?

-Ben.

All right. Broken leg, broken wrist and some cracked ribs, too.

-And that's it?

-Ain't that enough?

Look, you don't know what Gavin's like.

When he really gets his claws into someone, he...

No. There's nothing else.

Nothing that he's telling you, anyway.

And what does that mean?

I bet he didn't tell you about the broken leg, the wrist

or the cracked ribs, did he? Not until he really had to,

so what else is he keeping quiet about?

And I don't think that's the last we've seen of Gavin, either.

Dad?

Hey, hey, hey, what's... What's the matter?

Just get me that bottle of scotch, son.

Dad...

-Just get me...a bottle of scotch... now.

-What's he done to you?

Dad, please.

I swore... I swore I wouldn't break, no matter what.

-Yeah, course not.

-And he promised me...

he promised me I would.

What does that mean?

Just...get me a scotch...

What's he done to you?