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All right, kid. Yeah, OK, OK. Lovely. OK, thank you.

Yeah, we'll be there. OK, thank you. Bye.

That's hardly eating for two.

Your mum insisted.

Well, if she's going to have cravings, they may as well be healthy.

I'll treat you to a fry-up later.

Ah! Who said romance was dead, eh?!

-I learnt from the best, didn't I?

-Yeah!

Yeah, I booked an appointment at the doctor's. Half 11.

That quick?

Yeah, well, we want to get the baby on the system, make it all official.

If it's official, maybe we could have a little celebration later?

What do you think, Johnny?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, sounds good.

No, actually, we don't really want people knowing.

Well, not yet anyway.

-But...

-No, I think the boy's right. I think, keep it low for now.

We'll have the first scan and then we'll make an official announcement.

All right.

GENTLE KNOCK ON DOOR

I boiled you an egg.

Nice and soft, the way you like it.

It's a... It's a tradition to put a notice of death in the Gazette.

I thought maybe we could write it together?

You excited about becoming an uncle?

Um...yeah.

Why don't you go and see Ben?

He's not replying to my messages.

All the more reason to go over.

Especially after what happened with Pam.

What is it, Sausage?

You were right, what you were thinking.

It was a homophobic attack.

-He's in bits, Mum.

-Oh, Johnny!

And the worst thing is, he hasn't told the police everything.

So, they don't know what they're dealing with?

I've tried talking to him.

Then try again...

..before those animals hurt someone else.

He's well organised.

He got the doctor's sorted first thing and he's even got

a list of names.

What do you reckon then, girl or boy?

-Who knows?

-Don't really care, do we?

Football pitch, ballet class, don't really matter. I'll be there.

With your stereotypes.

I didn't say what way round it'd be, did I?

Could be the next Billy Elliot,

or maybe the next captain of the West Ham women's football team.

Thank you.

Excuse me a sec.

Must be morning sickness.

Yep. Been there!

Got the stretch marks.

Still got the hormones, by the sounds of it.

Everything's such a joke to you, innit?

What? Leave off, I'm only messing around!

Yeah, just like you were messing around with Abi.

What you talking about?

You're not going to say anything to her, are you?

Whitney's really happy.

I'm not going to burst her bubble.

Just as long as you don't.

I won't.

Lauren, I love her and we're having a baby together

and they'll always come first.

Let's just hope you're a better dad than you are a boyfriend.

Here, Donna!

Today is retail therapy day.

-No Pearl?

-Daddy day care.

Hallelujah, praise God!

Vincent's bought her this ridiculously expensive

remote controlled doggy yappy thing.

-He spoils her.

-I know!

And I said to him, "Look, it's not all about being super daddy."

He's got more than one princess's needs that need providing for,

if you get me?

-Hmm, not much therapy going on here.

-Oi!

I'll catch you later, yeah?

I love!

Yeah, I reckon that'll look nice.

I tell you what, though,

I won't be able to fit into this much longer, will I?

Do I need to be stocking...

maternity wear?

You are, aren't you?

Five weeks, give or take.

-Lee!

-Sorry, I know.

We're supposed to be keeping it quiet.

You know me, I'm the soul of discretion.

I heard that you were trying...

I swear this market has ears.

Can you like...actually...?

What? Like, have a baby?

I'm a woman, aren't I?

Yeah, no, sorry. I didn't mean it like that.

No, it's all right, don't worry about it.

You're just saying what everyone else is thinking.

Obviously it'll be a bit harder for me, but, yeah, I can have a baby.

I don't think I could do that on my own.

Well, not everyone's as lucky as you, are they?

No.

-See ya.

-See you later.

Cor! You've got your work cut out.

Research is the key to business.

You've got to know what your customer wants.

When I worked on the stall, all they wanted was 20% off.

Well, maybe if you'd listened to Mary Portas, you'd have moved on

from flogging discount on Bridge Street.

Thanks(!)

Oh, sorry, darling. She's just really got me going.

And I'm going to need a new name. Something aspirational.

Well, don't look at me,

cos all I'm good for is flogging discount on the market.

Just come to see how you're doing.

How's Pam?

She's, er...

She's taken refuge in Paul's room.

She's not really up to visitors.

I'm...

trying to compose a notice of death for the Gazette.

Yeah, well, it's a work in progress.

Maybe Christine would know what to write?

Absolutely not.

-Les, if you're struggling...

-I'm not!

It's happening all over again, isn't it?

No, it's different this time.

Is it?

It hurts just thinking about Paul, so I can't imagine how you're feeling.

And what with Pam shutting you out...

I'm here for when she needs me.

Yeah, and who's here for you?

Christine helped before, she can do it again.

It's not fair on Pam.

Les, you can't help Pam till you deal with your own grief.

TV IS ON

Ben, I'll see you later.

TV CONTINUES

How you doing?

I know you don't want to tell the police what happened,

but it changes things.

Look, the courts give tougher sentences for homophobic assaults.

Those scumbags will go down for longer

if you just tell the police the truth.

Paul...

is...dead.

What does it matter?

-Ben, please...

-Just leave me alone.

Just leave me alone.

Your blood pressure is fine.

I'll get you booked in to your 12-week scan today.

That's, er... That's when we can have a photo, ain't it?

Yes.

And I'll refer you to the midwife services,

who will put you on their list for antenatal classes.

Do you have any other questions?

No, no. Lee, do you?

You all right?

Yeah, yeah, no, sorry. It's just a lot to take in, ain't it?

Yeah, those...

Those antenatal classes, they're for dads too, right?

Absolutely, yeah.

I'll be there.

All the way.

I can't do it!

Ah. You're on it a bit early.

Ah, we're celebrating, ain't we?

You know?

I can't believe he's told you! Telling me not to blab.

It's so exciting, ain't it?

It is so exciting!

Less so for you, obviously. Great granny!

What? Who?

Well, it's not going to be Johnny, is it? It's Lee.

I can't believe...

-I should have known better with you two.

-It's brilliant news.

Where's your pipe and slippers, Grandad?

You've told them?

I thought you did.

Congratulations!

A shot of rum to wet the baby's head?

Hark at earholes over here!

Well, now that it's out there, we could have a drink for them.

Yeah, man. You're going to be a proud grandad. Embrace it!

-Go on, Mick.

-All right.

Well, we'll have a little drink upstairs later,

just the family, know what I mean?

-Little celebration.

-PATRICK CLEARS HIS THROAT

And Patrick as well. No-one else, all right?

Hello, Mr Coker.

Will, I said put it through the le...letterbox.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

We made it ourselves.

Dad, can I go and get some sweets?

Said he had upset stomach this morning, didn't you? Go on.

Les, I don't really know what to say, mate.

Your Paul was such a nice kid.

He tried to talk to me about you and the dressing-up stuff.

I'm really sorry for what I said to Pam. That was bang out of order.

Just a shock.

I've...never met one of your mob before.

Her name's Christine.

-Yeah, Les, you don't have to explain.

-Yeah, but I do.

To you, at least.

You took me in when Pam found out about her...

She had the same reaction as you. Disgust.

I know how it must have looked, but Christine's a...

..part of me. She helps me.

I, erm...

I know what you're going through, Les. I've been there meself.

Well, I mean, not the dressing-up thing... Losing someone.

So if ever you fancy a pint in the Vic, or...

..you know, need a shoulder to cry on...

Whatever.

Wait, Billy.

We do have a couple of funeral bookings we need to honour.

-I'm sure the Niges would appreciate some help.

-Yeah?

Yeah, course. Thanks, Les.

Oh, and the Lily Savage thing.

It won't go any further. I promise.

-Are you all right, Donna?

-Yeah.

She's been in a world of her own all morning.

Still worrying about Pam?

Yeah, I guess. BABY GURGLES

These things take time, they always do.

-Isn't that right, Stacey?

-What's that?

There's always a light at the end of the tunnel.

Yeah, I suppose.

And he's the proof.

That's all down to Martin.

I couldn't have got through it without him.

Hey, how did it go?

Yeah, Mum and baby are good. Really good.

Yeah, well, we'll know more after the scan, won't we?

Did they give you a prescription for folic acid?

-Eh?

-No. I don't think they thought I needed it.

Of course you do. You make sure you get some from the chemist.

And I thought we could go through Ollie's hand-me-downs.

Get prepared.

Oh, actually, we were going to go shopping for some new stuff.

You two have got a lot to learn.

You've no idea how much babies cost.

Well, it might not be a boy!

There's plenty of neutral colours. I'll make a start.

Lee, I can't take nine months of Nanny knows best.

Yeah, I know.

You know, sometimes I think,

wouldn't it be nice if we moved out and got our own place?

Why don't we?

-Yeah, right(!)

-Why not?

Babe, you seem to forget we've got a wedding to pay for.

So we'll get married and have our own place.

What with? Between the both of us, we ain't got a pot.

Do you know how expensive it is to rent round here?

What you doing?

It's worth a look.

I hope you don't mind me popping by.

Nah, course not.

I'm out of milk, though, so if you want a coffee...

No, I'm good, ta.

I was with Ben earlier, and I don't really know what to do.

-Is he all right?

-Yeah... Well, no.

Look, I don't know if he's been straight with you but he told

me it weren't a mugging...

Well, they were attacked cos they're gay.

You knew?

I guessed, really.

The police did think Ben was holding something back, but

he's stubborn as they come. It's a Mitchell trait.

There's no point pushing him. You've just got to give him time.

We don't have time. The longer the police follow the wrong

lines of inquiry, the less chance they have of making arrests.

Yeah, I know that, and you know that, but Ben'll deal with it

-in his own way.

-That don't make it the right way.

Well, it's his decision.

He's not in a fit state to decide anything.

The only thing that's going to get

him through this is justice for Paul.

Look, Phil's out. Why don't you come over there with me?

Try and talk some sense into him.

Please, Jay, he might listen to you.

Look, I told you, the prices are stupid.

Well, what about that one? Look.

It's a tiny little studio flat on the other end of Dagenham.

It was a nice idea, it really was, but we can't afford it.

-Whitney!

-Oh!

-Are you coming?

-No, go on, you go.

I'm going to go to estate agents, see if they've got anything

-cheaper round here.

-OK.

-Oh, Jack!

-You all right, Lee?

Yeah, you all right, mate? I'm good, thanks.

I was just wondering, I know it's probably a long shot,

but I was wondering if one of your flats were available? Mate's rates?

-Yeah, I'd probably knock off a bit for you.

-Yeah?

Probably still be out of your price range though, mate.

Well, unless you're selling caviar on your fish stall?

Listen, why don't you just go a few stops out?

Probably find something affordable in Dagenham way.

Yeah, no, I might do that, actually.

-Nice one. See you later.

-Ta, mate.

Oh, you got through them, then?

I gave up. They're useless.

I thought Mary said you need to know your customers.

All they want is a cut, colour and maybe a manicure.

Snoozeville or what?

What's the point in doing loads of market research if you're

just going to ignore it?

Well, they do it on The Apprentice all the time.

Here, I did find a name, though. What do you think?

Elysium?

Yeah. It means place of perfect happiness. Inspired or what?

Yeah, I'm inspired.

SHE MOUTHS

-Hiya! Been shopping, I see.

-Just a little bit, you know.

Well, that's Vincent's plastic well and truly maxed.

Hopefully this little number will soften the blow.

Are you two going to be in later?

We're going to be indisposed...

-Right.

-Why?

Doesn't matter. It can wait.

-Oh, but if it's important...

-It's not.

Biting my head off, just for the fun of it, then?

I've been doing some thinking...

-Oh, yeah?

-The baby.

What about it?

I'm putting it on hold.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Pam, I've tried writing something for the Gazette.

Perhaps you could look it over?

Nah, don't worry. It's no good.

It's really no good at all.

I don't get it.

What's there to get? I changed my mind.

But all you've been banging on about

recently is about baby this, baby that.

It's all right for you. You're a kept woman.

You've got all the time in the world for Pearl.

I will not apologise for being a great mum.

And I can't be you.

True, that.

I'm constantly taking painkillers,

so I can manage to work on the stall and pay the rent.

My life's not equipped for a baby.

And you've only just realised?

Well, yeah.

The closer it got to being a reality, the more it made me think.

I think part of the reason why I wanted one,

was so I wouldn't be on my own.

There's plenty of single mums out there.

Not in my position.

I thought you said you could have a baby?

I can, that's not what I'm saying.

I'm just kidding myself that I can actually look after one.

I wouldn't even be able to afford childcare with what I earn.

Well, your mum could help you out, couldn't she?

And I suppose that Vincent could chip in. You know, do his duty.

It's not just that, Kim.

Sometimes my pain is so bad that I can barely move.

I need all the rest I can get.

How's that going to work out with night feeds and everything else?

I'm sorry, I didn't know... Well, you never talked about it.

Because I deal with it.

But I can't deal with being a mum on my own.

If I'm going to have a baby, I need to have a proper dad as well.

I need a Martin Fowler.

I think Stacey might have something to say about that.

Someone there to support me.

-Well, I'm sure there's someone special out there for you.

-Hmm.

I'm 31, and I haven't found him yet.

Come on.

Now is your chance to tell me that you were right all along.

No. Listen, this heart ain't all stone, Donna.

I get why you wanted this and...

Enough respect due to you for being honest before it was too late.

I made some changes. I kept a bit of what you'd done,

but most of it didn't sound like our Paul.

"Paul Coker.

"A fine young man and loving grandson...

"..who shone brightly, but all too briefly.

"May his light be forever in our hearts."

That's... You've done him proud.

I brought someone to see you.

All right?

I told you to leave me alone.

-I'm just trying to help.

-I don't need your help.

-Ben, if you just went to the police...

-And tell them what?

That...

That Paul's dead cos I shot my mouth off?

Pam's right. It should have been me.

Will you stop with the pity? Have you heard yourself, have you?

Paul died because of who you are, not what you did.

I know you're hurting, but this isn't just about you.

It's about you, me, Paul, and every other gay man out there.

If those animals get away with it this time, they'll do it again.

He's right. Don't let someone else lose the person they love.

-And we'll come with you, won't we?

-Course.

I think it's time to say goodbye.

I need Pam, and she needs me.

I'm the one who has to be strong.

Are you sure?

It's the only way.

CHEERING

At last. Your bubbles are going flat. Mick!

Here you are, there.

I never said nothing, I swear. They already knew!

No, your mother's got a mouth wider than Blackwall Tunnel.

Shirley! They tricked me.

That's all right.

Oh, and they asked me to be godfather.

No, he's winding you up. I've had to buy his silence in rum.

Hey, being a dad - that'll make a real man out of you.

-Congratulations, son!

-Yeah, congratulations, you two!

To Mum and Dad, and a new generation of Carters.

ALL: To Mum and Dad!

It's lovely, ain't it? Me, you and baby, and family around us.

Do you want more orange juice, Whitney?

You've got to keep them Vitamin C levels up.

Yeah.

-So many... What you laughing at?

-Shirley!

LAUGHTER CONTINUES

I've sent it to the Gazette.

Thank you, Birdie.

# Welcome to the House of Fun Now I've come of age

# Welcome to the House... #

Oh, they're murder, that mob. Three bottles down already.

-You all right?

-Yeah.

Well, that's not the happy boat of an expectant dad.

-Mick?

-All right, babe, yeah, give me a minute!

What's the matter?

I know, I know it's a bit overwhelming, ain't it?

And I couldn't get my nut around it when your mum told me

that she was expecting you.

The day you was born, all the worries - gone.

All I felt was, like, love. Total, unconditional love.

Listen, you'll see what I mean when it happens.

You know, the day you were born, happiest day of my life.

Dad, I can't do it.

I don't want a baby.