27/02/2017 EastEnders

Bex? You up?

Bex!

-She ain't been round?

-Not all weekend.

-Not once.

-Hit and run.

No school today?

We're revising our human biology.

-All your proper clothes in the wash?

-I'm going back to bed.

-FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS

-Dennis?

Come on, girls. You'll be late for school.

-You ain't my mum.

-I'm as good as, right now.

-Dennis! Are you...?

-FRONT DOOR SLAMS

Going to walk us?

No. Maybe not today.

You could always call for Bex.

I said school.

Sorry, Mrs...

Our bad.

Bye, Preston.

-Bye.

-Now, thank you!

So, you want to tell me what all that was about?

Get on that, look. Not a drip.

-Told you. We are good.

-Right.

Well, now the pipe's fixed, what we need

to do is get that ceiling down, get a new ceiling up

before that lovely little lady from the Environmental Health

comes back and starts busying herself.

-I would be faster with your mother helping.

-Oi, oi.

Behave yourself, you.

-You wanted an invoice?

-Yeah, sweet.

And then on Wednesday,

get your pal back and you can start cracking on with that roof.

Eh?

Good man!

-You said you were fine.

-And I am.

But you're not. You spent all weekend saying...

I spent all weekend with a house full of people. I've hardly had a chance to say anything.

-Even this morning, the house is full of...

-They came to pick up Louise.

-You're loving this, aren't you?

-You told me to find someone my own age.

I didn't mean my niece!

-Are you jealous?

-Yes! I'm jealous.

It was just a bit of fun.

-Do you think that's how she saw it?

-She's hot, she was there.

You picked her up and you dropped her.

-If you hadn't dropped me...

-All to get at me!

It happened, OK? Stuff does.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

-Then don't.

-I can't believe you make me feel this way!

You're the one who dropped me!

I still can't believe someone like her actually did it

-with someone like him.

-Mads...

-I mean, Bex ain't even that pretty.

-Did you see his arms?

-And his accent. I love his accent!

-Didn't you know?

-Know what?

-Leave it.

-She ain't talking to you.

-It's nothing.

-Bex sleeping with some random American.

Like I don't think that's nothing!

It's only a single decker. You're safe.

-It's not funny.

-I thought you knew.

Sorry.

It's so messed up.

-Don't say that.

-You'd think I'd learn.

I could have gone to prison.

But you didn't.

Hey.

We're good, you and me.

I've lost everyone.

I can't lose everyone here too.

Martin and Bex, they're all I've got left.

But I love you and you love me. You said it and you meant it.

You're my girl.

Not any more.

When you slept with Bex,

when I tried to finish with you, and you slept with my own niece...

-It's not like you made me.

-It was wrong.

Whatever we had...

..is over.

So, is it true?

You and him?

It just happened.

-Do I look like I care?

-Everything is just such a mess.

-Nah, nah. It's cool, man.

-You want to drop 'em for some random...

-He wasn't just some random.

-I just told you,

-I don't care. I mean, it's not even like we're together or anything!

-Shaki.

-I don't even know why we was.

-What was that about?

-He wants nothing to do with me.

-His loss.

-Everyone's talking. Are you happy?

Ain't her fault you're a proper school celeb.

Er, I was talking to my friend.

-So, what was he like?

-I bet he was really good at it, wasn't he?

Was he, like, better than Shaks?

-Talk about attitude.

-SCHOOL BELL

Dot!

You in there?

The vicar was trying earlier.

He said something about Ash Wednesday service this week.

Yeah, well, she was supposed to turn up to babysit.

You're still going to let her?

That's what Max said. Yes, until I find somebody else.

Doesn't bear thinking about, what could have happened.

Yeah, well, not going to think about that now, are we?

Dot!

Maybe she's gone out with Abi.

Abi's got to Tanya's, all right? No-one's seen Dot all weekend.

KNOCKING

Dot!

KNOCKING

-You sneaking out for a bacon sandwich?

-No.

-Got a delivery.

-You've been weird all weekend.

-I have not been weird.

-Ever since you went to the nurse.

I've just put on a few extra pounds, that's all.

-So, why are you so worried?

-I am not worried!

-Is it because they did some tests?

-Back in a bit.

Have you even rang for the results?

Oh, is that this week's Gazette? Can I grab one?

I ain't even had a chance to...

Is that you?

Shop girl?

Is that all I am?

-You gave them an interview?

-Shop girl?

Well, you've saved a bit there.

Watch it, you'll get all chocolate over it.

Two days for a hangover to clear! Last time I go to a house-warming.

Try having a permanent hangover.

Well, there's supper clubs and quiz nights and that.

-They are bringing money in.

-Yeah, some of them.

And we've got the pancake thing, big race in the square.

And we got away without closing.

-Yeah, if they get a sniff of that...

-Look, the ceiling's going back up.

-Jack's lending you the money, it's all going to be paid for.

-It's just that 20 grand fine.

-If I go to prison, it's going to kill your mother.

-But you don't owe 20 grand, do you?

-Yeah, but the magistrate said...

-The fine was ten grand each.

Like they're going to get a dime out of Aunt Babe.

-That ain't your problem.

-So, why ain't they said anything?

Cos no-one's told them that she's done a runner.

I know some of these boys can be a bit in your face at times, but...

What boys?

The ones that Denise had a run in with.

-Are you listening to anything?

-Sorry. I ain't slept in days.

You couldn't give me a hand on the stall today, could you? Luke's got the flu.

I'm sorry, Martin, but we're too busy.

-Kath, you're reading the paper.

-Yeah, but Tina's off now and I can't leave Marie on her own, can I?

-All right, fine.

-Why don't you ask your sister?

So, why are you not sleeping?

My mum. I know she can't help it.

Every evening, Shirley goes off to work and I spend half the night

chasing her round the flat, trying to get her back to bed.

With all this cycling, I just want to put my feet up.

-It's bringing in the money.

-Yeah, I know. I ain't complaining.

Half past three this morning, right,

she's standing at the foot of my bed,

saying she can't find the marmalade.

Maybe she's the one who could do with a bike ride.

Yeah, this bloke at the allotment lent it to me,

done his back in last year, so I thought it'd be good for you.

Lauren's got the morning off, so she's got the kids.

Maybe I could use it for poking Ian. Get him to go to the doctor.

Why? What's wrong?

Well, he saw the nurse last week, just routine.

BMI's a bit high, he needs to shift a few pounds,

but they did some tests.

They don't do tests if there's nothing wrong, do they?

-Don't know.

-He won't tell me what they were for.

He won't ring and get the results.

Well, once we've sorted Ian out,

maybe we can use this to get Dot out of the house.

Jack said no-one's seen her all weekend.

If I hadn't sent her off, buying plants...

Must have really shaken her up, that near miss.

That's what worries me, Jane. You know what it feels like when you just want to stay indoors,

-you think everyone's talking.

-And the longer you leave it...

We need to find something to get Dot out of the house.

You are a genius.

-Will you try again to change your return flight?

-I can't do it, sorry.

It was the cheapest ticket and...I thought we had a future.

You can't stay here.

You got enough for me to go somewhere else?

-I'll get a job.

-Without a visa?

So, I'll get a visa.

Aha! Are you busy?

I need some help on the stall and Luke has got the flu.

-Martin, I wouldn't know where to start.

-I'll do it.

But you haven't got a work permit.

-That don't matter.

-You could get into a lot of trouble.

-Honest, I'd love to.

-Yeah? Right, well, whenever you're ready.

-I'm ready now.

-Well, let's go then. Shake a leg, come on.

You want me to get a ticket home, so...

KNOCKS ON DOOR

Dot!

Um, it's Ian. I need your help.

It's not something I can talk about without coming in.

But if you want to leave a woman in a wheelchair

out here in the rain, then...

Oh, for heaven's sake, Dot! Pull yourself together!

There's no call for rudeness.

She's coming.

What kept you?

Are you coming in or not?

So, does Shop Girl hang out with Bat Girl?

Why don't no-one take me seriously?

You do talk a lot about the bins.

-Well, I'm glad you're all finding this so funny.

-Nobody's laughing.

-I am!

-I'm not going to just sit back while some hooligans...

-Take no offence.

-Oh, let's not go over that again.

..want to run around here, trashing the whole area!

We have had a talk, I've told Shaki I don't want him hanging out with that boy.

-Got any energy drinks?

-Yeah, in the fridge.

-Thank you.

-Middle shelf.

-You look worn out!

Yeah, I just rode five miles and then I had to climb to the top

of that tower block they're knocking down.

Was there loads of rubbish in the way?

-Yeah, everywhere.

-Sounds like a job for Shop Girl!

Oh, yeah, Kathy was telling me about that.

Great(!) So, it's all over the square then.

-That's £1.50.

-Honestly, you can't trust journalists.

They made out that you said the Minute Mart's a rip off.

-Oh, they haven't.

-I did.

-Well, it is a rip off.

-You really don't know when to stop, do you?

-If one of your managers read that...

They're not going to be interested in nothing.

-You hit a boy, Denise.

-I did not hit him.

Not hard.

Yeah, but it's still probably not in the staff handbook.

It's not like it happened in the shop, is it?

Probably couldn't afford it.

-Look, would the lot of you just...

-Still, it's very admirable, speaking out.

Harry Beckett and his lot are not going to see it and even if they did,

they're not going to do nothing. You want to know why?

Because they're probably too busy out there, playing golf!

-Probably best you keep your head down?

-Yeah, rein it in a bit.

Maybe hang your cape up?

You see, Ian...

..my Jim was right as rain.

Dot, I need to do my accounts.

And nobody knew he was going to have a stroke.

I mean, one moment, there he was, up to his tricks with Patrick,

drinking, nipping to the bookie, put on a bet behind my back.

Next he's on his way to Carol, he collapses.

When he comes to, he's only got half his body.

Then he gets bed-ridden and I have to put him in a home.

Dot, I don't know what you're doing here.

Well, you see, er, Jane,

she made me realise, you know, after my little driving kerfuffle,

that I couldn't shut myself away cos you need me.

-What have you been saying?

-You see?

Your father, Peter, my dear friend, I mean, he didn't live to be 50.

-Dot, my dad had a car accident.

-Yes. Well, that can happen.

But your uncle, Arthur, he had a brain haemorrhage in his allotments.

And he wasn't one for going to see the doctor.

-Look, he wasn't a blood relative.

-No, but your grandfather was.

-Dot!

You know, Lou's husband, he was taken too young.

And she had her troubles, didn't she?

-With her angina.

-Why don't I take it from here?

-You see?

I want to say my piece now, not at your funeral.

Can you see yourself out, Dot?

So, you go and get your results.

Do you hear me?

There's a good boy.

-Bye-bye, Jane.

-Bye.

-See you later.

Ian, whatever you've convinced yourself is wrong with you,

why don't you just give them a ring?

I'll just finish these accounts.

-Oi, you, Erin Brockovich, you're good.

-What? They said yeah?

Ten bags and they're putting up wanted posters for Aunt Babe.

-They aren't really.

-I swear, they've issued a warrant for her arrest and everything.

-On my life.

-Well, good luck with that(!)

So, how are we looking for this pancake race tomorrow? Are we sweet?

-Yeah, good.

-My mate is on for the roof. Asked when he gets paid.

Both jobs in your fat little fingers by the end of the week.

I thought you'd be finished for the day, to be fair.

-I am. This is tomorrow's job.

-Oh, you hero.

Yeah, we thought we'd get that hole covered before the punters start, you know...

-Now you're back...

-I'm busy. I'm busy. Where are you to, girl?

-I'm going to see Lily.

-Going to put some quality auntie time in.

-Oh, I'll walk with you.

-I've got a dissertation to do.

-You shouldn't have spent the whole weekend at Ben and Jay's, should you?

-Yeah, I got to see Jack.

-I've got to pull in this loan. Give me a minute, baby.

-All right.

Johnny...

PHONE RINGS

Hello. Is that you, Vicar?

It's Dorothy Branning here.

Yes. Well, I ain't been very well.

No, just a bit of a cold.

I was wondering, about the service on Ash Wednesday.

I see.

See, boys? It's all in the wrist action.

-Yeah? The wrist action?

-Mm-hm.

-I take it you've signed up for this race tomorrow.

-No, not yet, mate.

But I'm going to walk it.

With your wrist action.

Cheap blouse. Unlike his women.

Hey, there's nothing cheap about this blouse.

-Unlike his women.

-There's nothing cheap about my women!

Out!

You can't do that.

Really? This is my shop and I can do what I want.

It ain't your shop though, you just work here.

-Do you want me to tell your mum?

-He ain't five.

Was I talking to you?

She's going to tell your mum!

I thought you were better than this, Shakil. Hanging around with trouble.

What are you going to do? Give him licks?

He's my friend, Ms Fox.

I've seen how this story ends, you know? Hundreds of times.

Nice boy, wrong crowd.

-You don't know nothing!

-Oh, course I don't.

Unlike you, who seems to know everything about everything.

-I told you, out!

-What are you going to do?

Make me?

I ain't selling you that.

Who said I'm paying for it?

-I'm going to give you three seconds.

-What are you going to do?

-Hit me again?

-Two.

-Cos you know what's going to happen then, don't you?

-One.

-Hitting a minor twice in one week!

-That's enough!

Put the chocolate back, apologise to the lady.

Get out!

Do you like my trainers?

You paid for them.

I didn't do anything.

Exactly.

That is not how you treat women!

Go!

You all right, Jack, me old son?

-I was just coming to see you.

-I thought I'd save you the agg.

The builders, they've finished the leak downstairs.

So you know what they're like, once they've finished the roof, they're going to want paying.

-So...

-That's why I was coming to see you.

-Yeah, I don't need all the readies up front.

It's like a cash flow problem, you know?

It's just, um...

The thing is...

-All this stuff with Dot last week...

-He ain't going to be able to leave Matthew with her so much.

Yeah, yeah, course.

I know, yeah.

Look, the thing is, Mick, you know what childcare's like.

-It's expensive.

-It's just...

The builders have already started now, so...

I can help you out with childcare, if you want.

It's like a month, you know? Maybe a few weeks.

Look, Mick, this ain't easy for him, all right? Ain't easy for any of us.

-I know, I know that.

-He feels for you. We both do.

-I don't want your sympathy.

-Please, Jack.

I just need a chunk of it.

Mick, he's just lost his wife, all right?

Kids have lost their mum and Dot's idea of helping out is driving the wrong way down the motorway.

-I said I could help with childcare.

-It's all right, babe. It's all right. Don't worry about it.

Listen, Mick, I'm sorry, mate.

Mick, we both are, it just don't add up.

There ain't going to be a loan.

All right, sweet.

Well done.

I didn't need rescuing.

Didn't say you did.

-But just so you're clear.

-Couldn't be any clearer.

-But you know, if I had have needed help...

-Which you didn't.

..then...that would have been very appreciated.

-You did well.

-You think?

-Yeah.

Not jumping over the counter and knocking the little toerag out.

-Again.

-Again.

Anyway, your mum told me that I've got to bite my tongue

until it blows over.

And though it pains me to say it, she's probably right.

Storm in a teacup.

-Eggcup.

-Thimble.

PHONE RINGS

-You not going to...?

-Yeah.

Yeah, I'm going to.

Hello. Minute Mart.

'Ms Fox.'

Ah, Mr Beckett. How can I...?

'You're on shift tomorrow afternoon?'

Tomorrow afternoon...

Yeah, yeah, I'll be here.

-KNOCK AT DOOR

-Come in.

Hi.

Bex.

Louise is still at drama club.

I... I didn't want to see her.

I wanted to see you.

Have you...?

Um...

Have you mentioned anything to my dad about...?

No.

Nothing.

And are you...? Are you going to say anything to him?

No.

Do you like him?

Preston?

I hardly know him.

Has he said anything?

Do you think...? You and Shakil... He seems like a nice boy.

He is.

Do you think you'll get back together?

He hates my guts, Michelle.

Everything is just such a mess.

Tell me you ain't crying.

-Everyone's talking.

-I'm sure they're not.

-The whole school.

-If I was a boy, no-one would care.

-Yeah, I know.

When I was your age,

when I got pregnant with Vicki,

you want to know about everyone talking?

I can't believe he did that to you.

Someone so much older.

Things aren't always how they seem.

Yeah, but...

And when you like someone, you like them.

No matter what people say.

And having sex, enjoying having sex, there's nothing wrong with that.

Nothing to be ashamed of.

So, do you think I should try and talk to him?

Try and make a go of it?

Like I say, he seems like a good kid.

I meant Preston.

I think, at the risk of sounding really boring -

I think you should probably focus on school.

-It's really hard.

-I'm just saying, right now, focus on your exams.

And on your songwriting.

When you played for me, and the one online, it's good.

You're really good!

-Yeah?

-Yes!

Oh, if I'd have had your talent,

if I'd have focused on what I was good at and not boys...

You're a bright girl.

I don't want to see you throw it all away.

I just want what's best for you.

Thank you.

You never answered.

Earlier, about Preston.

Did he say anything?

"It was just a bit of fun.

"She was there."

Oh, Bex, I'm sorry, but boys that age,

they'll pick your heart up, they'll rip it out

and they'll stamp all over it and there's nothing you can do.

You saw him, didn't you?

In the market with your dad. He was playing with you.

Knowing you'd know he could open his mouth and ruin everything.

That's what boys like that are like.

And you are better than that.

You deserve more.

You need to forget about him.

And don't listen to all the gossips.

Ignore them.

It'll all be history by the end of the week.

Bye, darling.

I can't believe she done that to you.

-That is nasty.

-Bruv, I wasn't crying, all right?

Ain't that where he lives?

You're my mate, yeah? I'm not having her mug you off.

Look, bruv, she don't mean nothing to me.

She needs to learn a lesson, you get me?

It's time that someone showed Bex Fowler that she ain't all that.