07/03/2017 EastEnders

WATER DRIPS

At least let me sell something - a ring or that?

What, and raise ten grand by Friday? What are you, Mr T?

Please, Mother. No more stupid ideas.

Please.

Whit?

PHONE RINGS

Martin!

Martin!

Martin!

Oh, Jack?

Can I have a word?

I'm just saying, if you ever did need to talk...

Here y'are. Only two.

Martin wanted pasta.

About what?

Oh, I don't know, Dennis.

There's obviously nothing on your mind, is there?

-Is there?

-What kind of pasta?

I'm just saying, if there ever is.

You or Louise - cos she left for school really early

this morning, didn't she?

You just, you know, you make sure you tell her, too.

Cos I want you to know you can both talk to me about anything,

-absolutely anything, OK?

-OK.

You mean, like if I ever see you having sex with Preston

or something?

Has he gone to see his mate in Manchester now?

I don't want pasta. Can we have pizza instead?

Please.

Honestly. Where are the parents?

That was the school telling me to get over there "as soon as".

Is this what they call a GIF?

It's got sound on it - it's a video. Of Bex.

Having sex. On a loop.

They've obviously caught the little scumbag who's posted it, ain't they?

Martin.

No, no. I'm with you - there are no excuses.

When I was young, graffiti and a nuisance phone call was the worst it got.

Now it's worldwide bullying.

And what I want to know is, what are the parents doing? Hm?

PHONE RINGS

Work. Sorry.

I'm coming with you.

No, it's all right. Just tell 'Chelle I'll be back for dinner.

I ain't going to kick off, Stace. I promise...

I'm just going to politely point out that it ain't funny to...

torture my little girl.

And then I'll demand they throw the book.

If they don't, then, well,

I'll personally take whoever this little runt is to court.

OVEN BEEPS

LIQUID POURS

Yeah, your secretary says there's been a "significant development".

-Yes.

-Yeah. Good. That's good.

My wife and I are very pleased at how quickly everything's progressed.

Shall we crack on, then?

Who did the video?

Perhaps you'd like to come through, Mr Fowler?

I've arranged for somebody to sit with Rebecca.

Whoa, whoa, wait a sec. What's she sitting out here for?

It's all about her, ain't it?

Have you been crying?

-It's merely a question of protocol, Mr Fowler.

-No need to worry.

What's she been crying for, then?

I'm afraid things have got a little more complicated.

-If we could...

-No. We can't.

I'm sorry.

I don't mean to be rude, but she's been through enough upset already.

She don't need all this. She's a sensitive girl.

-"A" grade student.

-Dad.

If you and Rebecca need to have a private word...

We don't need a private word.

Her secretary said "significant development"

so if you could just drop this...

"protocol" for five minutes, and put us out of our misery?

You've got a name. That's why we're here, ain't it?

Tell us - whose fault was it all?

Mine.

They're reckoning it's mine.

# Happy birthday to you. #

Me? Are you sure? My birthday?

Well, this is a surprise...

-Who wants some?

-It's lovely.

I do like a good party. Whose birthday is it?

It's your birthday, Sylvie.

Here y'are.

I've got to watch my figure. Don't tell my mum.

I've got fellas queuing round the block.

-It don't even know how old it is.

-Is it someone's birthday?

Have a bit of cake. You like cake, don't you?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I do, darling.

I've got something I think you might want, an' all.

After.

If it weren't for my daughter, you wouldn't know anything.

Everybody realises it took courage to report the video.

So now you're twisting it on her cos you haven't actually

found out who done it? So what did you call me in for?

-So you could cover your own back?

-No!

She's the victim.

Yes! And we fully respect that, Mr Fowler.

We're continuing to investigate that,

which is why we have spoken to several students.

We've found new evidence online, sir.

What?

A graphic image.

A photo. Of a boy. In Rebecca's year.

What?

It appears to have been playground currency for weeks.

We have reason to believe Rebecca shared this image from her phone.

In other words, we suspect that the video of your daughter could

be seen as provoked - a response to her action.

Oh, come on. She... That's...that's...

Nobody is saying it's a justified response.

Don't you think I would know? It's my own daughter.

I pay for her phone.

I mean, who would do something like that?

Teenage relationships can be very complicated, Mr Fowler.

Please... Don't tell me this is Shakil.

Shakil Kazemi. He's been sending my daughter pictures? Has he?

Bex. Answer me.

No-one is blaming you, Rebecca.

Right. This is what we're going to do.

You are going to tell the truth.

Right now. Whatever. Yeah.

Everything. Just...

Say it as is and then we can sort all this out.

OK?

Because at the end of the day you are still a kid,

and it is not right that you...

You can talk to us. You can talk to me, can't you?

There's nothing to be scared of.

Please. Bex, just tell the truth.

No-one is going to have a go at you for telling the truth.

Rebecca?

I'm sorry.

OK.

We'll need to take your phone, please.

You'll be aware that Rebecca's mock GCSE results were quite

far away from A star standard.

All quite out of character.

Our children, they're not as predictable as we think they are.

I didn't know.

Sharing an indecent image of a minor is a criminal offence.

We will be launching a full investigation.

Rebecca will need to come to the station tomorrow,

accompanied by an appropriate adult.

She will be formally interviewed under caution.

You're prosecuting my daughter?

Oh, this is a surprise.

I do like a good party.

How many more times is she going to say that?

-Dad...

-Why don't you slow down a bit?

What you digging me out for?

Can't you afford a proper present?

Miss Canning Town 1958.

We got any cake?

No way. That is never her.

Old stuff. It's meant to bring back memories.

She won. I never knew.

Oh, bless.

Mum. Do you remember?

Haven't got my glasses.

I think it's somebody's birthday.

Ahh! Can't we just take its batteries out?

Please don't.

Ah! Someone who might give me an honest answer.

Bex, has he been fighting again?

Cos if it's not that,

we're getting another telling off about the man-bun. I did warn him.

Did you get your video thingy sorted?

-You dirty little git!

-Oi! What's he done?

-Dad!

-We get back to the Square, if I so much as see your face...

Am I clear?

AM I CLEAR?

What have you done?

Mrs Kazemi.

Go.

Move.

All right, bossy-boots.

Five minutes and then I'll help Auntie Michelle with the washing up.

I don't like your pasta. I said pizza.

I thought we had some in the freezer.

I can't afford takeaway, Dennis. It's that or nothing, I'm afraid.

OK.

I'm calling my mum now.

OK.

Let's the three of us have a little chat, shall we?

We can talk about acceptable behaviour, for a kick-off.

Go on, then, call her... Call her.

Little life lesson, Dennis.

Never, ever, come between a woman and her best mate,

however old we are...

You really think I keep anything from your mum?

It's Bex who wants Preston to be her boyfriend.

Yeah. Louise said. They got off with each other.

It's Bex who really likes Preston.

To be crystal clear - I am the grown-up. YOU are not.

Threatening to tell tales you can't prove? Really?

That's a very dangerous game you're playing, little boy.

-All right?

-OK.

Can we look on your laptop for new trainers?

You don't need new trainers.

Please.

You're just a soft touch.

CHILD SCREAMS

Oi! Go on.

Does your boss know you've clocked off early?

Got meetings, ain't I? I'm very important.

Mick is a mate.

Yeah, and Whitney's got a very pretty face. So what?

Honestly, it's pathetic.

Did I tell you they got us banned from the soft play area?

Mind you, it is hard to imagine Walford without the Vic.

Barricading up the ball pit area.

Do you think I should have a word?

Nah, I've already had a word.

Thing is, I can't get angry with the pair of them.

Not with your kids. With my boss. About the Vic.

Get some background together.

It's not his main area of interest,

but he has been known to buy business freeholds.

If all it is is a question of Mick's cash flow...

I don't know, Max.

Sounds a bit too much like business to me.

Just cos it's my local, ain't it?

Technically?

Well, no. Sentimental, ain't it?

Sweet...

If you're so in touch with your feminine side,

you crack on with the washing up, then.

CHILDREN CONTINUE SCREAMING AND LAUGHING

Linda is ringing me six o'clock. Six bells. On the dot.

Cos apparently we've got to make more effort...

Ah.

Don't know what I'm going to say to her tonight, to be honest...

That bird can see through walls.

Got X-ray earholes.

She'll know I've had a drink...

She's always suspected...

Like, know what I mean...

Hopeless...

You're just talking stupid now.

Why don't you get your head down for a half-hour?

Anyway...when she rings, you talk to her. Tell her everything's sweet.

She'll believe you.

Poor kid. Getting wrapped up in this family.

I like it.

You've got a lot of people who care, Mick.

-Nah.

-Yes.

And a lot of people willing to show it.

Put their money where their mouth is.

Literally.

Look. I weren't going to give this to you till everyone had gone, but...

Jack. Gave me back his poker winnings.

Oh, look. Lovely.

Shoot me.

I mean it. Someone shoot me.

You think she's getting worse?

She's on the same loop over and over again.

Just because she's not wetting herself

doesn't mean she's got any quality of life.

She seems happy enough.

Yeah. When she's not randomly kicking off.

She don't know what she is.

She can't remember.

I tell you, Johnny, if I ever get like that, you do the right thing,

cos we'd do it for Lady Di, and we should have done it for Dad.

Ethically, human life is sacred.

And in reality,

she is living her own nightmare with her eyes wide open.

That ever happens to me, you flaming put me out my misery.

She is grounded. No replacement phone. No mates over.

Martin. It doesn't make sense. She likes Shakil.

-No iPad. No internet...

-Have you asked her?

It was a graphic image, Stacey.

But have you actually talked to her?

So I can just hear the sound of my own voice?

Two 3s and a load of Ds she got in her mock results.

-Hang on, I thought they didn't get the results back yet.

-Oh, no. Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

She just sat there. Face on her.

And don't think I'm telling your mum.

Cos you know as soon as Sonia gets a whiff of this,

she's taking her straight back to Kettering.

-She'll have to do the whole year again.

-Oi. Oi, oi, oi.

She was just so ignorant, Stace.

She just sat there

and watched me dig a hole trying to stick up for her.

I thought we got on.

-You do.

-No. No. No defence. No sticking up for her dad.

Wasn't like she wasn't given the chance to speak, you know.

Just...nothing. Silent.

My own daughter.

She's up for distributing porn.

I mean, how have we messed up this bad?

Martin, she is a teenager. They're meant to be hard work.

No. No, no, no. That is not good enough...

She is selfish, Stacey.

Sly. Obviously got this whole life, and we are not welcome.

You know what, good luck to her. Good luck to her.

Cos I wash my hands.

I have said I'm sorry. All right, Mum.

-Everyone sends stupid photos.

-Oh, really?

You really don't know that?

At least I'm not smoking weed, and going to parties every night.

The school are just overreacting.

They have taken your phone, Shakil.

They are treating you like a victim,

they want you down the station tomorrow to make a statement.

I have never, ever been involved with the police.

"Victim", Mum. All right. Means it ain't my fault.

Oh, don't you dare. You are not having that. You took that photo.

You posed for it.

Did you give yourself a little tidy up beforehand, yeah?

Get a good angle?

Did you trash the ones that didn't show you in your best light?

-Yeah, all right!

-You sent it to Bex... You broke the law.

And for what?

No, no.

No, you are mature enough to flash your bits,

you are old enough to talk about it with your mother...

It doesn't take a genius to work out you were wanting something back.

-Nude photos back. Weren't you?

-No.

Weren't you?

Well, I weren't expecting the whole school to cop a look.

Oh, my heart bleeds(!)

Seriously, Shakil... is that your version of romance?

Your idea of foreplay? All those PSHE classes...

And you do not know the first thing about women.

We don't work like you.

Whatever we pretend to do to make you feel good,

pictures of your privates do not turn us on -

they make us laugh or wish we were a lesbian.

Mum!

Do-it-yourself pornography on a phone camera?

I am so ashamed of you.

I didn't know where to put myself.

And you do know what your father will say, don't you?

My fault. Good Muslim boy gone bad.

You can't make me go back and live back with Dad.

All right, look, Mum - it's not even like I'm going to get a criminal record.

This is about more than the law.

Just because you deleted it doesn't mean it disappears...

You've blown it.

All that effort and energy and love that's gone into you over the years.

All those hopes you had. You wanted to go into management,

make something of yourself. That photo was posted...

Any potential employer goes online, searches your name,

the first thing they will see is your willy, Shakil.

Your willy.

For the rest of your life.

You might as well have made it your profile picture.

-BEHIND CLOSED DOOR:

-Martin. You can't pretend you were perfect.

At her age, you were getting Sonia pregnant.

Yeah. Well, I weren't taking photos on the job, Stace!

How disgusting is that!

Will you stop exaggerating? You're making it worse.

Listen, all you're going to do,

Martin, is drive her away.

TUBE TRAIN RUMBLES PAST

Because you are desperate, Mick.

Oh, go away.

What's the matter with you?

If I have to humiliate myself,

I'd rather do it on my own.

Do you not understand the word "no"?

No... No, I don't. Because if you're desperate, Mick, we all are!

You're a good man. You shouldn't have to be.

MICK SIGHS

Why'd you go begging?

To Jack Branning? What did you say?

He already turned us down once.

The deadline is on Friday, this Friday.

Oh, is it? That's what I mean...

You think I don't know that?

Staring at a piece of paper. Getting trollied.

And feeling sorry for yourself.

Do you think that's going to make anything better?

I was trying to make things better. I was trying to help. OK?

Cheers.

Take this, go downstairs,

go round to his gaff

and give it back to him!

Cos I don't want his charity.

OK.

I didn't want you to have to tell Linda about Lee.

I don't want you to have to sell stuff and explain...

It all starts with his debts, don't it?

And then it comes back to me.

I didn't want you to have to tell her that...

that he set up the robbery.

Or that he hit me.

I owe you both so much.

This is my home.

And I like being wrapped up.

You're a good family...

I don't want to go away, Mick.

SHE GASPS

Just like, um...

I can't see the end...

My L...

She's running around after her mother.

My little Ollie.

When I go to Watford now and again, I go and see 'em...

I'm like a little spare part in my marriage.

I miss us.

She's trying her best.

She knows I'm no good on my own.

And that's why I'm vexed, you know, that she's not here.

Come on, you know that's not fair.

It's the golden rule, right?

It's the golden rule, right? No secrets.

Look at me. Look at me.

Mine are just stacking up, stacking up...

so she don't have to worry.

She's on the verge of possibly losing all her dreams and she

don't even know it.

And that's not her fault. Not her mother's fault. Not Lee's fault.

It's mine.

Well, then, don't let it happen.

I don't know, Mick. But I know you'll figure something out.

Cos you're smart.

You are. Seriously. You're the first person I'd go to for advice.

Every time.

You're smart, you're a decent, clever man...

Look, if you can't be honest with Linda right now, then...

You'll have to work out another way. There's got to be one.

It's just a rough patch. OK.

You can turn this around.

I know you can.

Mum's going home.

PHONE RINGS

Just give me a second, yeah? Give me a second.

I just wanted to warn you.

Yes.

Because I have kept my mouth shut all day, Louise,

and it has killed me.

My dad is virtually begging. I can't carry on doing it.

What has Mrs Lund got the police involved for?

When I go down that station tomorrow, I am telling the truth.

It wasn't me that posted that photo of Shakil. It was you.

My dad reckons he's seen kids get expelled for less.

I can't carry on saying nothing,

because that is not cooperating and that gets you arrested.

And I am not moving to my mum's.

I ain't being prosecuted for something that I never did.

OK.

I get you...

I'll do it. I'll step up.

Thank you.

Although...

I don't know the actual legal rule and that, but...

it weren't my idea to put that photo out there.

Alexandra and Madison.

I'll back you, of course I will...

but you can't prove it, Bex. It's your word against theirs.

If you snake on them... They've already got beef with you.

You want to really think about it.

Because I don't know what they'd do next.