23/01/2017 EastEnders

You all right, Jay? Cold enough for you, mate?

Here, what's that saying about a chill wind bringing no good?

-No idea, mate. No idea.

-Ill wind, isn't it? Ill wind.

Jay, what you doing lunchtime?

My wheelchair keeps sticking, and Ben's too busy to do it.

-There's a tenner in it for you.

-Yeah, all right. Go on, then.

While you're here, you couldn't help me with some boxes, could you? I got a delivery coming.

For a tenner? Do I look that desperate for the money? Thanks(!)

All right, mate?

Been a while since I've seen stalls as old as these.

Yeah? It's the best market in the East End, mate.

Come on, then - King Edwards. Good for roasting, good for mashing!

You're early.

Just been taking in the sights.

Let's go to my office.

Still worrying about Kim?

Oh, come on. Maybe she didn't mean it.

-You don't say that someone is dead to you and not mean it.

-Well...

All right, look, she's had the whole weekend to think about it so I'm sure...

And she still hasn't been in contact.

Because she'll be embarrassed.

-I'll tell you what, if you go over there and talk to her...

-No. No.

She's hurt me.

More than she's ever hurt me, and that's saying something.

And if she's regretting it, then she can say so.

Maybe I'll forgive her.

Maybe I won't.

Seriously, that is the best news in ages.

I'm really excited for you both!

I will. I promise.

I love you, too!

OK, bye. Bye.

-Guess what!

-Guess?

I've been right here listening to you screech down the phone all excited.

I don't know. I'm guessing your brother proposed to his girlfriend.

So, he took her to this park, right, full of sculptures,

cos Helen likes that sort of thing. Anyway,

he got down on one knee, she started to cry and then he cried.

I'm just really happy for him. He's turned his life round, you know?

What?

Nothing. It's just, your brother's making everything work and I'm not.

-I never said that.

-No, but that's what you meant.

No. I didn't mean it. It's true.

You know, Ryan - he come out of prison,

he got himself a really good job and now he's happy. So...

-He said we can go up there and celebrate with them.

-To Wakefield?

Yeah. We could make a weekend of it. Get away. It'll do us good.

Sounds expensive.

He said he'd pay for the train.

-Oh, so we're a charity case now, are we?

-Look,

you don't earn that much as it is, and the rent here is expensive.

Please, Lee! I want to go and see Ryan.

-I just want something nice to happen!

-I'm trying my best, OK, Whit?

Why do you think I'm going off to work every day?

You said you were going to support me, not have a go at me.

How am I having a go at you?

DOOR CLOSES

-All right?

-Mmm.

Phil throwing you out again?

Yeah, something like that.

Oh, look, here's one for me. 12,000.

12 grand a year! How are people supposed to afford that?

That's 12 grand a week. In Chelsea.

Can you imagine having that much money you can blow 12 grand a week?

-Well, bet they ain't happy.

-Well, I would be.

Listen, I WAS really ill, you know.

I didn't just call in sick cos I couldn't face it.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

It was horrible, though, Jay. Really hard.

Burying Auntie Peg was bad enough, but Ronnie AND Roxy...

I dunno how Les managed it with Paul.

I spent the whole weekend wondering, "Do I really want this job?"

But someone's got to do it, haven't they?

Talking of which, we've got a pick-up come in this morning.

Other side of the Olympic Park.

I said I'd look at Donna's wheelchair for her lunchtime.

We'll be back way before then.

In the meantime, let's hope no-one else we know dies before the end of the month, eh?

Come on.

I'm really sorry to let you down, Kath.

OK. Thanks. Bye.

-You ill?

-I've pulled a sickie.

-I've won a competition!

-What you won?

-It better be cash.

-No, I've won a photo.

-Who of?

It hasn't been taken yet. I-It...

It's a mother-daughter thing.

You know, you have to go into the studio and you get your photo taken.

Don't sound much of a prize. Have fun.

I LOVE having my photo taken.

A fella asked me to do some modelling once. Paid me a quid.

-It's not just me and Mum going.

-Get stuffed.

Oh, please, Shirley! You didn't get me a Christmas present this year.

Do I look photogenic?

-It'll really mean a lot to me.

-No!

-Do you think he's heard?

-Who?

Travis! Do you think Keegan told him the stuff I was texting?

I doubt it. He's hardly going to admit pretending to be him.

I thought we were getting, like, close,

and all that time, it weren't even him.

Hi.

You lost your voice? SHE LAUGHS

Mmm!

I should have said "hi". Did you hear that? He said "hi" and I said nothing.

I think you should tell him about Keegan.

-No!

-He might have a go at him. Louise, this is identity theft

-and you can not let him get away with it.

-I don't want him knowing!

It's bad enough I went round telling everyone I was meeting him.

If he finds out I like him...

-Oh, I hate Keegan and his mates.

-Me too.

You know Shaks was with him, right?

No.

Yeah. He stood there laughing at me with the rest of them!

Argh!

Shame it weren't an open locker. Could've been your coffin.

Could've buried you with your dead aunts.

You know what?

Why don't you text Travis, tell him how upset you are?

-Oh, wait.

-You're pathetic!

And you're a desperate, fat little girl!

Have a nice day. You wrap up, yeah?

Martin!

-All right?

-Yeah.

-What have you done with Arthur?

He's at a birthday party.

Listen, one of the mums was just saying there's talk of the market being moved.

-This... This market?

-Yeah.

She was asking me because she knows you've got a stall,

like, you'd already know.

Kush, have you heard anything about this market being moved?

-No.

-Dunno. Maybe she got it wrong.

Or we're being kept in the dark.

Mum's all ready to go.

All you got to do is come to the studio and sit down.

I ain't asking you to smile or anything.

I don't do photos.

It's exactly why I want you to come.

Sonia used to have albums of photos of her and her mum and her family,

all of them when they were growing up. I've never had anything like that.

What if I promise not to frame it, yeah, or show it to no-one?

I'll just leave it in a drawer,

and get it out when no-one else is watching.

-I'm not going to get any peace, am I?

-None.

That photographer better not ask me to smile.

I won't let him, I promise! I love you!

Bit early for lunch.

You can eat my lamb curry any time of day.

You're a big boy - you need the protein.

What do you want? And think very carefully before you answer that.

What I want...is for you to talk to Kim.

She listens to you.

-No.

-No what?

No. I'm not going to talk to her about Denise.

She's made her mind up and it's nothing to do with me.

And I respect her too much for that.

But she's in the wrong - I mean, surely you can see that -

to turn her back on her sister.

What?

Cos you're the expert on turning your back on people,

including your daughters.

Change the record! OK, I get it, I was the world's worst mother!

No, you was. But Denise has now taken that title from you.

You need to get off your high horse.

And you need to start packing your bags.

Oh, so now you're throwing me out?

You see the woman you were fool enough to marry?

Don't be talking to my husband. Don't be doing that.

Look, go and pack your bags.

And maybe your precious Denise can take you in!

OK, I'll go. But in my own time.

I promised I'd read to my little granddaughter.

Look, just save it.

Better still, take your book over to Denise's and read to your grandson.

Oh, wait. You can't do that any more, can you?

SHE SIGHS

What you said about respecting me.

-You knew I was stood behind you, didn't you?

-Absolutely.

But between us...

emotions run high. Things can get said.

They can easily get unsaid, too.

It's cold enough to freeze the carrot off a snowman.

-TINA GASPS Where you going?

-Kathy!

-Kathy. Kathy. Kathy.

-Hiya. How's Tina?

-Not good. It's coming out of both ends.

-Oh, dear.

Yeah. She couldn't make it to the lav this morning.

She had to throw all her clothes away that she had on.

But I mean, don't say nothing to her, cos I don't want to embarrass her.

-No, well, I hope she gets better soon.

-We all do.

I mean, that's why I've brought the mother out.

Whatever's in her guts, ugh! It stinks, it's putrid.

Er...right.

I hate you. That was not funny!

Believe me, it was.

Where we going?

-To have our photo done.

-Yeah?

These are the ones that Linda wanted to look at.

Oh, ta, babe. I'll take them over this weekend.

She's doing up Elaine's bedroom. Cheer the old girl up a bit.

PHONE PLAYS 7 Years by Lukas Graham

You going to answer that, or just planning on torturing my eardrums?

SONG STOPS It's Lee. We had a bit of a row.

Ryan got engaged, so I said it would be nice if we went up to Wakefield and celebrated with him.

What, and he don't fancy it?

Mick, he don't want to do nothing no more.

He just sits there moping about, moaning about his job all the time.

Did you, um... Did you mention about his payslip?

No, I thought it best not to.

And to be honest, I can't face it right now.

But I'm telling you, something's got to change, cos I... I can't go on any more.

Why don't you just tell him you're both going to Wakefield - end of?

It's not just that. It's everything.

I feel like we've been married for over 50 years.

It shouldn't be like that. It's not fair.

Listen.

No, just...don't. You'll just make me worse.

I'm going to go into town, and I'm going to get Ryan an engagement present.

-OK.

-See you later.

-I'll see you later.

There's no point in getting worried until we know for definite.

-It's just a rumour.

-What? Like the rumour they were closing Spring Lane?

Look how that ended! Are you sure your mum said nothing?

I've said, no.

I saw her earlier with a bloke in a suit.

Why aren't you on your stalls?

Never mind that. Who was you talking to earlier?

Suit? You took him off to your office.

Oh. No-one.

Martin's heard a rumour that the market's being moved.

-Why would the market be moved?

-See? Told you.

I mean, I'd be the first to know, wouldn't I?

Just because there's a rumour... It'll be nothing. No point worrying.

You do know something.

No, I've said. I don't know anything.

I've been sworn to secrecy.

-I don't believe it!

-So, who was this bloke? What was he - council?

-I can't say.

-Yes, you can! This ain't right.

We're going to have to have a meeting. Hey! You lot, listen up.

They are planning on moving this market.

So we are going to have an emergency meeting in the Vic.

-Where's my daughter?

-In the sitting room.

-My bag's outside.

-But...

-She's thrown me out!

-Er, what?

She can't bear hearing some home truths.

Can't stand the fact that I'm on your side.

Sitting up there in her big house, looking down her nose at all of us!

No change, then?

-DOOR CLOSES

-At least I can rely on you. And Libby.

You won't even know I'm here. Quiet as a mouse.

Patrick, be a diamond and take my case up to my room.

-I'll help you.

-Thanks.

All weekend I've been waiting for some kind of remorse,

some sign of regret.

Nothing. I'm sorry.

Don't be. If that's how she really feels, there's nothing I can do about it, is there?

Maybe if I was really dead, she'd forgive me.

Don't talk like that.

You don't mind me coming over here, do you?

Oh, no, course not. Just please go easy on Patrick, yeah?

-This is his house.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Right, I better get off to the library but I'll be back soon.

-Just...make yourself comfortable.

-Right.

Oh, Denise.

You were always my favourite.

-Mick, you all right?

-All right, Max?

-Don't usually see you here in the afternoon. What do you want, orange juice?

-Yeah, lovely.

I've just been helping Jack sort his bedrooms out. He's got his mother-in-law moving in.

Don't talk to me about mother-in-laws.

Honestly, every time I think my one's getting better, she bowls over again.

Starting to think I'm never going to see my L again.

-Lovely, cheers.

-Tell you what - I'll treat you to that, son.

Cheers.

Nothing has been decided yet. It's still in the planning stages.

You're planning stuff without telling us!

If it does go ahead, it might not be a bad idea.

-Course it will!

-Where are they moving us to?

They don't know if the move's going ahead yet.

-It's all tied in with the proposed rail links.

-Course it is.

All I do know is they're looking at the old flower market on Tipton Street.

That's miles away!

The idea is a covered market.

Yeah, exactly, and they're going to triple our pitch fees.

Well, the stalls will be bigger and you'll have better facilities.

I can barely afford to pay the pitch fees to Ian here!

-So, that guy in the suit...

-Yeah, one of my council contacts.

-He wanted to talk me through the layout.

-Yeah!

I get that you're anxious but I do think that you are overreacting.

Nothing is set in stone.

Whose side are you on, Carmel - ours or the council's?

Or her own? This little council contact of yours -

-is he bunging you a few quid, is he?

-That's out of order!

You are way out of line, Martin!

The first I heard about this was this morning.

You know how much this market means to me.

The fact they are talking about moving it

shows how much they're invested in it. It is a thriving market.

OK, well, let's see what it's like, then, when it's not thriving - cos I say we go on strike.

What's the point of that? You're self-employed.

We've got to show the council that we're not prepared just to be moved.

Who's with me?

I can't afford to not work.

Yeah, come on, you're overreacting a little bit.

Because I'm not prepared to just sit here, eh?

Fine. You lot just stay and stick your heads in the sand.

I ain't.

-Think you're big?

-What?

Following Keegan around, desperate to be a part of his gang.

He's a year younger than you!

-Do you have any idea how pathetic that makes you?

-It wasn't my idea to trick Louise.

Well, you were in on it.

You're scared of him.

-Admit it.

-No, I'm not.

-You so are. And don't try and talk to me again.

-But...

-PA SYSTEM:

-'Can I have your attention, please?

'As you know, the water supply is broken

'and the school will now be closing for the rest of the day.'

Bex, you hear that?

An extra half day for you to get some practice in for your music exam.

What about that little nurse, eh?

What?

That care assistant.

Come on, you must have noticed her giving you the eye.

She fancied you.

She's got good taste, then, ain't she?

You should have asked her out on a date.

-I should have asked her out on a date?

-Yep.

Why, is that what you did when you were my age?

"All right, darling, want to go out on a date?"

Yeah, all right. Whatever it is you say to them these days.

She was well pretty, though.

-Well,

-I

-couldn't ask her out, could I?

Why not?

Oh, come on, Jay! She was well over 16.

Yeah...

What's the point?

Cos if I fancy her, or another bird, I'm going to have to tell them, aren't I?

Are you?

Suppose...she had a younger sister,

or she was a single mum.

And even if she hadn't, I wouldn't want to be lying, would I?

You know, I just got to face it, that...

Well, I'm never going to have a relationship.

If this is how my life's meant to be,

I'm better off six feet under with Ronnie and Roxy.

I just don't get why you're packing up the stall.

Stace, I've told you! I'm making a stand.

Against what? You said it yourself - nothing's been decided yet.

That could take weeks, Martin.

What you going to do - not work for weeks? We need the money.

Exactly. That's why I've got to do something.

Cos if I don't, we're never going to have any money.

My family have sold fruit and veg outside the Vic for over 70 years.

Yes, I know that, Martin, but maybe this is a chance to expand.

When have I ever said I wanted to expand?

-You used to have the wholesaler's.

-Yeah, and I hated it.

I want to be out there, don't I? Part of it all.

-I know, Martin, but...

-But what?

You know nothing about it, Stace!

-Yes, I do. I used to have a stall myself.

-For what - five minutes?

I don't know why you're taking it out on me. I'm on your side.

All right, well, if you're on my side,

stop banging on about expanding and just come up with something.

-What, like a petition?

-Brilliant(!)

Oh, do you know what? If you don't want my input, that's fine.

You just shut the stall in the middle of the day and feel sorry for yourself.

-Where are you going?

-Getting some air.

If you wanted air, maybe you should have kept the stall open!

SHE SIGHS

Soon as I get home, I'm going to bed.

-Shaks keeps looking at you.

-Let him.

SHE LAUGHS

-Hi.

-Bunking off?

-Boiler's gone at school.

-Typical.

Let's go upstairs.

Oh! Watch it!

Could you pick that up, please?

Pick it up yourself, you old cow!

-Oi! Stop that, or you'll be thrown off!

-Shut up, you melt!

Pair of us...undertakers.

Funny how life turns out, ain't it?

Yeah, hysterical(!)

What you said before, Jay. I didn't like that.

I didn't like hearing you wish your life away.

All right, so this thing's happened to you.

Bad things happen to people all the time, Jay. They just get on with it.

Look at them Paralympians.

You are going to meet a girl, Jay.

And if she likes you, then none of this matters,

because she'll see it's not your fault.

-Yeah, right(!)

-No, I'm telling you, it'll happen.

Know why?

Cos you're a good person.

And you deserve it.

Thanks, Bill. You too.

Wouldn't say you could call me a decent person.

Mind you, I must have done something right to deserve Honey and the kids.

She made me these.

Never did I ever think I would have a beautiful woman

-making me corned beef and pickle sarnies.

-HE CHUCKLES

I'm telling you, Jay - this could be yours.

-I don't like corned beef.

-You know what I mean.

Yeah, you reckon?

Definitely.

Now eat your crisps.

I had a go at Shaks.

Keegan was with that Madison and Alexandra at break

and they were laughing, obviously at me.

LAUGHTER

Oh, I wish he was dead.

Oh. Looks like we're going the long way round.

Oh, great(!) We're never going to get home.

-HORN HONKS

-Oi, come on!

PHONE PINGS

-You can't leave it alone, you, can you?

-What?

You gave that nursing assistant my number!

-I knew she fancied you. What's she put?

-Get off!

-Ask her out.

-No! I ain't texting her back.

-Why not?

Have you not heard a single word I've said?

Yeah. And have you listened to what I just said?

Live your life, Jay. Cos you can.

Ronnie and Roxy can't, but you can.

-About time!

-ENGINE STARTS

I should have kicked off.

You can't tell someone they've won a photoshoot and then make them have to pay for the photos.

You should have thought about that before dragging us halfway across London.

-It's five stops, Shirley.

-You must have known it was a scam to get money out of you.

People like us, we don't win things. We're not lucky.

-I'M lucky.

-No-one's talking to you.

The girls at the club call me Lucky Sylvie cos the fellas give me the most tips.

Yeah, and what do you give them for them to give you tips? Dirty mare.

-Don't talk to her like that.

-Why? She'll forgot what I said in 30 seconds.

Well, I won't. Oh! I really wanted that picture.

Here, mate. Couldn't do us a favour, could you?

Take a photo.

In your own time.

Oh, don't wait for her to smile.

Thank you.

-SHE TUTS

-Aw, Shirley.

Don't get all mushy on me or I'll delete it.

No, Jay. It was my fault for thinking I could rely on you.

It's like suddenly, she's got all these ambitions.

Like she wants me to open up a shop or something.

-Doesn't sound like Stacey, does it?

-Exactly. That's what I'm saying.

What? You're going to tell me that I'm overreacting and there's nothing to worry about?

Actually, I just want to know if you'll be opening your stall tomorrow.

No, I won't be. I told you that - I won't be opening up my stall

until your mates over at the council can tell me that there's no move.

Well, in that case...

Anyone want Martin's pitch?

Prime location going spare.

Really?

Excuse me. This isn't right. You can't get a bus...round here.

Are you OK?

D'you all hear that? See the way we're being treated? Like we don't matter.

Like you're all just boxes to be ticked.

Tick to you, tick to you.

We don't have to be treated like this. So just join me.

Close your stalls! Make a stand!

SHE EXCLAIMS

You are making a fool of yourself, Martin!

They're just grateful to have jobs.

Markets need to evolve.

Nah, you can't buy this. You can't buy community!

THEY SCREAM

THEY YELL