02/02/2017 EastEnders

Hi, Mum!

Oh! Scotch bonnet! I knew I forgot something.

You seem...elevated.

Well, it's your last night,

and I'm going to make goat water for everyone.

-Goat water?!

-Hm.

-But I was going to make goat water...

No, no, no! You are in charge of the invitations.

I thought Emerald could help with the cooking.

We're going to have Patrick, Dee.

Anybody else I forgot?

Dee's invited?

It wouldn't be the same without her, would it?

Have the pair of you any idea what you're letting yourselves in for?

I've told him, no dead people back at the house.

You're going to have to sort an energy supplier,

pay the council tax, TV licence, rent.

Here you are, this one looks perfect!

Bog's a bit cosy, but it's cheap.

Look, you know your dad's going to the hepatologist today,

-is now really the best time?

-Why is something wrong?

Well, no...

Hello, mate. Yeah, I'm just ringing about the two-bed on Denby Street.

There you go, darling.

All right, could you tell him to give me a call if it's still available?

-You got my number, yeah?

-Cheers.

-I might have found a flat.

-Can I come hide in it?

Hide? What for?

They really leaving, Mum?

OK, well, come over with the catalogue

and we'll choose some spring bulbs.

What, sorry? A queue?

You're tired. I'm the one that had to listen to you going to

-the toilet every five minutes, all night.

-I went three times.

Well, yeah, yeah, I'll tell him.

And wish Bex good luck in her mocks!

Stacey says there's a big queue outside the cafe.

A queue, really?

That'll be the coffee machine you didn't want us to get.

-OK, you were right, I was wrong!

-Thank you.

I bet The Vic hate us.

Thanks.

The cafe's chocka. I don't get it.

Maybe it don't smell like wet dog over there.

What? Shirley said it, not me.

Oh, have you got something to liven this up a bit?

It's too early to serve alcohol.

What's the point of having breakfast in a pub

-if you can't have a little sharpener?

-Wait.

A little snifter.

All right. Cheers.

Keith? Keith. Yeah, Mick.

Mick!

Yeah, look, I'm up to my family jewels in H2O mate.

I've got a leak upstairs that's matching the one downstairs.

I mean, I just need someone to come

and have a butchers at it, that's all.

Well, no, cos I'm bang in trouble, like, I need it now.

All right, what the geezer's name? What's his number?

Keep it quiet, OK?

Oh, hello, love!

-Usual?

-Yeah.

So, you wanted to cook tonight, huh?

Yeah. Thought I'd make a big pot, people could drop by...

You could eat early with Pearl, and Denise, after her course.

What about her course? Oh, a few things you left behind.

Yeah, it's her English class tonight.

On your last night!?

Well, she needs to get qualified.

Qualified for what? Talking about imaginary people's feelings?

Look, maybe it's best if I just throw the stew together myself...

Listen, just tell Dee dinner's at seven. She can miss one class.

You ready? I want to get in some revision before the exam.

Some idiot told Travis at drama club on Monday.

Oh, come here, Lou.

-It was bound to happen sometime.

-I know.

-You

-all right? Yeah.

But Keegan's dead. And Shaki too.

And we could have done something to stop it...

Right, Lou, I've got an exam in two hours. Come on.

Erm, I can't find my earring,

-so I'll see you outside the shop, OK?

-OK.

-OK.

Yeah, they can't have read the ad properly.

Typical. Sorry to waste your time. Bye. You seen Ben?

-Living room.

-Right.

-Ben?

-Yeah?

Some agent just called about that place on Denby Street.

-There you go.

-Oh, wicked! Can we view it?

No, I turned it down.

It doesn't even have a bath, Ben.

Sharon! When do me and Jay ever take baths?!

-Bex! Bex, you forgot your phone.

-Oh, thanks.

Mads and Alex are waiting for us, come on.

PHONE BEEPS

-Did you get it?

-I was like, "No way!"

Don't say anything.

Looks like she's seen it.

-Just style it out.

-What did you do?

You took my phone and you sent it to them?

It was an accident.

So you accidentally scrolled through my weeks of photos,

and then you accidentally just forwarded it on?!

Bex, chill, it's just jokes, yeah?

It's personal! It has nothing to do with any of you!

-Why?

-Why did you keep it?

-SINGSONGY:

-Cos she still loves him.

Guys, you have to delete it.

-After what he did? He deserves it.

-Please!

OK! Haven't you got your mocks in like an hour anyway?

Dad, when's the last time you had a bath?

I mean, like, how important are baths in your daily life?

Can you imagine a world without them, just showers?

What you on about?

I don't even reckon anyone under 40 bothers with baths any more, Jay.

-I ain't had a bath in about a year.

-Oh, do me a favour.

Not straight from the bottle - you know what Sharon's like.

Yeah, you want to have a word with her and all.

Sharon turned down a flat we both really liked,

just because it didn't have a bath.

-Now it's gone to someone else.

-The only affordable one we've found.

Tell her to rein it in.

Look, I can't say anything right now but,

once I've had my meeting I can sort it out.

Dad, what's so important about this meeting?

No, sorry, Jane, I haven't.

Yep, I'll get him to call you if I see him.

All right, babe, bye.

Right, you all set? We're going to be late.

Comes in here, brags about his lattes to anyone who'll listen,

falls asleep!

-Must be good coffee.

-He's probably drunk.

Can we just concentrate on Swedish night, yeah? Making that a success.

I cannot upset this lot again,

and the entire Scandinavian community.

So long as Sylvie ain't performing, we should be OK.

How about we get Ian up on stage? All that natural charisma...

Turn it in, you. Ian!

-Shrimpy, give him a nudge, please.

-Oi!

-Ian, Ian.

You're more than welcome to take a nap upstairs,

but I think you chucking out Z's in the boozer

ain't really good for your rep.

Drunk.

Oh! Look at them carrots!

Beautiful! Thank you!

She's being really nice.

All this. She's doing it on purpose to make Dee look bad.

Yeah, that's a cynical view.

I know my daughter.

Well, let's just hope Denise has more faith in her sister, yeah?

And it has to be seven?

Right when my class starts.

She just wanted to do something nice, you know, to say sorry.

-Oh, she just wants to make me look bad.

-Come on, don't be so cynical.

You know, maybe missing it wouldn't be so bad,

-you know, that class.

-But I want to go.

Yeah, but, they might...ask questions...

You sure you're ready for that?

Those students next door.

Never up before 12, never in lectures.

They just take it all for granted.

Well, I won't.

That class - it's the next bit of my life,

I can't give up my baby and then miss it!

So you just tell Kim that I will take Mum for a drink later.

If she's not trying to make me look bad, she won't mind, will she?

You'll need more cumin than that.

Ah! Who's making this?

You should be at home, in a bath relaxing.

You've got a long flight tomorrow.

-Hi.

-She ain't coming.

But she said that she would take you for a drink after.

Unless maybe we could... We could eat later on?

Later? She finishes at nine!

And you're in bed most days at that time,

so why do you have to lose out because of her?

-Look, I don't mind!

-Why you playing games like this?

Using dinner like a loaded gun.

Oh, wow! So I make dinner and I'm playing games.

She gives away her baby and chooses her class over her family...

You never wanted your sister here, you're just scoring a cheap point.

-You see?

-Why don't you invite her yourself?

Show your mum and Dee that you really mean it.

And what difference would that make?

OK, fine!

But not until I've done this

because there'll be no dinner to invite her to. Yeah?

Oh, I see you've met Zlatan.

That's pretty low, Mick, you know.

Pretending to be a mate, all concerned,

then telling everybody I was drunk at lunch time!

What on earth are you talking about?

I fell asleep, OK?

I mean, it's just old age catching up on me.

I mean, it happens to all of us. If we're lucky enough.

-Alan.

-Ian.

Ah, Alan.

-How's it going? You all right?

-Yes.

I hear you've got a leak that needs fixing.

Yes, I have, boy, come round here.

Bex, did it go all right? Just tell me.

It's just a mock anyway.

-Look, no-one checks that app these days.

-You betrayed me!

Oh, come on.

Maybe I went a bit far, but he deserved it!

What's up with her?

She's para that you guys are telling everyone

to look at that photo of Shaks.

SHE CHUCKLES

-No, you haven't!

-As if I was going to sit on that!

-You said you wanted revenge!

-She's going to kill me.

Better tell her quick. That little thing is going to go viral fast.

-Da-dah!

-Mmm! Yeah, man.

-Yay!

-Now, if that doesn't warm up relations, nothing will.

Oh, Dee! She slipped my mind.

What? I'll call her now.

Yeah, sure, sure. Just as she's taking class, huh?

So, if you bear in mind how

the characters interact with each other in the play,

what do you think Priestly meant

when he was talking about our responsibility to each other?

DOOR OPEN AND CLOSES

-Denise?

-Sorry I'm late.

What are you doing here?

Um, everyone, Denise - she gave birth a short while ago.

-A boy?

-Yes.

APPLAUSE

Congratulations.

We didn't expect to see you back so soon after.

Have we got a name yet?

No rush. We were just talking about the nature of responsibilities...

PHONE RINGS Sorry! Sorry!

It's OK. So, guys, back to the question.

What did you think about the way that Priestly was presenting

this question about our responsibility to each other?

Dinner's ready!

-I'm going round Bex's.

-Louise!

Evening. All right?

Everything OK at the hospital?

Ask your dad.

Why, what happened?

It's fine. I just...

-I asked the doc if I could go away for a bit.

-Away!

-Somewhere hot.

-And what did they say?

Well, he weren't so happy about it.

No, he thought it was a terrible idea!

Well, how long for?

A few months.

Good for you, Dad!

He said I'll have to prove I was stable first,

keep on top of the drugs,

but as long as I could find a suitable hospital

and support for the booze...

It's a great idea. Go for it.

But I wouldn't do it, you know, unless everyone agrees.

I'll set the table.

Right, let's try to compare the two scenes now.

Sorry to disturb you, Your Honour!

I'm here for my sister.

Come on. Dinner's getting cold.

Kim, I'm in class.

It's Mum's goodbye dinner.

Yes, and I'm taking her for a drink later.

Perhaps it would be better if you continued this discussion outside?

Why? I've got nothing to hide.

Kim, can you leave, please?

You should be grateful that she even wants you there.

-Can we keep this polite?

-Mum supports me.

-What? To your face maybe, yeah.

-Just leave.

You know she's just given birth?

Yes, and we're very happy for her.

I'm not coming, Kim. It's what you call bettering yourself.

This is what you call bettering yourself?!

Really? Really?

You know what these are?

Breast pads.

-To mop up all the wasted milk.

-Don't do this!

She gave her baby away, so she's got no use for it now.

He's now in care.

We don't know where, or with who.

Yet she's here "bettering herself."

Nice. Really nice.

I really tried today.

No, it was fine.

I mean it's only a mock, it doesn't really matter anyway.

Yeah, but you've still got to keep your standards up though,

do you know what I mean, Bex?

What, were you nervous or distracted or something?

Come on in, it's all right.

Bex, it's Louise for you.

Will you just be quick though, mate? We're just about to eat.

-What, you didn't get my messages?

-Leave now.

Mads said Sonny has seen it.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Oh, come on! Does nobody respect dinner time any more? Sorry.

Shakil's going to get destroyed.

And you thought people laughed at you cos of Travis.

Shakil's finished.

Just be quick though, mate, yeah? We're about to eat.

I need that revision guide I lent you back.

What?

Um, nothing.

Yeah, yeah, I'll go and get it.

You, er...

You haven't heard from Sonny at all today, have you?

No. My mum kidnapped my phone until the mocks are over, so long.

Thanks.

Oh, how did your exam go today?

Right.

Nice to see you. Smells good, Mr Fowler!

Maybe Sonny won't send it on?

Right, Bex, dinner time! Lily, come on, dinner!

I promise we'll make up the time next week.

Thank you, guys, thank you.

Are you OK?

I am so sorry.

And I totally understand if you don't want me in the class.

Listen, we don't have to talk about it, but if you want to,

we have the room until nine.

I did give away my baby.

That must have been very hard.

-Makes me evil, apparently.

-No, no.

I want my baby to have a future, with a younger mum,

a happier mum.

And I want a better future too, and that's selfish probably.

Have you got any ideas for what you want to do?

Well, as long as it doesn't involve extra shifts at the Minute Mart,

I'll be happy.

I don't know, I love this place.

Well, there are many more courses.

I mean, Modern American Fiction is one of my personal favourites.

Vonnegut. Heller.

And if that's not enough, maybe you should do an English degree.

I can barely figure out my own sister, let alone a whole degree.

She's so angry.

It just doesn't make any sense.

Well, if you think about it, in the play,

Gerald acts with most anger when his truth is exposed.

Hm.

I was not drunk, all right, I nodded off. Have you never nodded off?

People don't think you were drunk cos you were asleep, Dad,

-it was all the dancing on the tables.

-Ian!

I was not dancing on the tables, all right?

I can't believe Mick gossiping like that.

I thought he was a mate.

I'll tell you what, there was a builder went in his pub today,

Alan Robinson, OK? He is a total cowboy. He will charge you a fortune

and then by the time you realised he's messed up the job,

he is vanished. Disappeared.

-Well, don't you think you should tell Mick?

-What, after today?

No, no, no! You're not going to tell him either, OK?

Let him find out the hard way.

Like nothing happened.

Tell me about it.

Kim, she suspended hostilities just long enough to check I was OK.

Why let a near-death experience get in the way of a family feud, hey?

It's a bit of a cliche,

but it's not until someone drops a bus on your head

you realise just how precious it all is.

Yeah.

Maybe I should give Kim a near-death experience of her own.

Teach her some perspective.

Just make sure you don't go too far and actually kill her, eh?

Can you do that with words?

Something tells me you could.

HE SIGHS

It'll come good.

We'll get the tills ringing at breakfast.

What, by slandering Ian's good name? I know it was you.

And it's slippery, I don't like it.

I was not, I swear.

PHONE RINGS

Alan.

Yeah, mate. Yeah, go on, hit me with it.

You what?

What, a new roof?!

Well, how much is that?

Oh, leave off! Leave it, that's a serious amount of dough, that is.

OK, so have I forgotten anything?

The bread.

The bread.

PHONE BEEPS

I don't care if it tastes like old socks right,

-you tell her it tastes nice...

-My flight's been cancelled!

-So, wait, this whole dinner...

-Wait, wait! Don't say a word.

Here we are - the bread.

Haven't you tried it yet, Mum?

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

Go on, tell me it's not as good as yours.

Pass the salt?

Well, I think it's a good idea.

Yeah? And what about his support group, Jay? The liver unit?

Well, come on, you're such an expert.

I promised the doctor that I'd come back for my follow up appointments, didn't I?

Yeah, and what if there's a complication. What if he drinks?

Thousands of miles away from the specialist nurses,

the psychologists.

Or don't you care about that?

You're so keen to move out, wash your hands of him.

Well, that's not fair, is it?

Oh, and this is fair, is it? This recklessness?

You know, what do people do on holiday? They drink!

Sun shining. Foreign TV. What else is there to do?

If Dad wants to go...

You are not moving more than an hour away from the Royal Free.

I can't believe I even have to say that.

You know what...

I spent most of my life living in a vice.

First booze. Then disease.

-And now fear.

-Pass the salt, Jay.

Maybe you prefer me like this.

You know - weak and too scared to say anything.

You're recovering, Phil.

I'm not recovering, Sharon, I'm clinging on!

I need to get out of this house.

There ain't a room in it that I ain't chucked up in

or hid a bottle of booze in.

-We'll make more memories.

-What of?

Eh? What of? Me sitting in that chair, eating my dinner off my lap?

Well fine, let's just take off, shall we?

Don't worry about the days I put up with you drunk,

the nights listening to you dying.

Waiting for a liver, sitting through that operation.

Let's just throw it away for a holiday, shall we?

It ain't a holiday. It's recovery. It's medicine.

And what happens to the kids when you're taking this medicine?

Michelle can look after us.

Michelle's too busy to look after you, sweetheart.

I already asked her. She said yes.

She knows about this?

Yeah, she thinks it's a good idea.

Sharon, if I stay here, I'll die.

I swear I will.

What I'm really asking you...

..is for you to take me away from all this.

Like in the movies.

Yeah. Officer And A Gentleman. Except Sharon's Richard Gere.

What do you say?

Anywhere but Portugal.

Why so angry, Kim?

Oh, sorry, did she tell you that she walked into my class...

..tipped my breast pads out on the floor in front of everyone

and told the lot of them that I'm a monster who gave my baby away.

Hmmph. Barely know these people.

But you still wanted to spend Mum's last night with them.

-It's not my last...

-Eh, Kim, is this true?

I don't think I've got that kind of anger in me.

I dunno where it comes from.

You lied to us. For months.

Nah. I don't buy it.

There's something else.

Look, I just wanted to do something nice for Mum, OK?

-It's not my fault you...

-Then you should have let me cook!

I wanted to be Mum - make a stew for my girls.

You know what you wanted to do?

You wanted to turn my whole family against me,

and when that didn't work, my class.

What? Now you want to be Mum?

You didn't want to be Mum when the party was on.

Remember, Dee? A fitty in a fedora walked by, she was dust!

Be mum? No, we never had a mum!

I didn't.

You did.

Someone had to get you washed, dressed,

call you in at night, cos you was out all hours, mucking about.

You remember who?

-You.

-Me.

You even used to call me Mummy.

So embarrassing. I used to get slated by all my mates,

everyone on the estate.

But it was sad.

You was confused.

You hearing this?

I thought you got over it...

..but you never did, did you?

Cos I'm still Mum.

And that is why the anger.

Cos you thought, if I can give him up for adoption, I can abandon you.

And you really can't handle that, can you?

-Oh, please.

-Never mind that I've had to give birth

and watch them take my...

Take my boy away.

Never mind all these marks and the milk and the loss.

No. I gotta deal with your anger,

cos we've all got to suffer

until baby gets what it wants.

OK, right, well here's the thing, Kim...

..it was never my job to be Mum.

I didn't want the gig then and I don't want it now.

I got Libby and Chelsea,

and if you think you can call yourself

a sister to them - you don't even hold a candle!

Well, now you finally

have to grow up, cos it's actually happened.

There you go...

Consider yourself abandoned.