16/05/2017 EastEnders

But when is he coming back?

-Soon, sweetheart.

-Is he in trouble?

Well, Daddy is just helping police, OK, with something, that's all.

Now, I tell you what, why don't you go and brush your teeth,

and then Uncle Max will take you to breakfast club.

All right, I've just spoken to the desk sergeant,

and all he'll tell me is that Jack's still there.

But they can keep him for 24 hours without charging him.

If only Charlie hadn't run off like that,

he could've cleared all this up.

Dot, it was Charlie that pointed the finger.

I mean, he's using this to make Jack look like he's a bad dad.

Yeah, I don't think Jack's done himself any favours, though.

Both as bad as each other. Pair of idiots.

Dunno, I'm not sure about that.

Max, you were there. I mean, you saw as much as I did.

-Yeah, Jack was pretty wound up, weren't he?

-What are you saying, Max?

Well, he's got form, Dot, all right?

I watched him beat up Ronnie's brother not long after the funeral.

-It's like a red mist with him.

-He was grieving for Ronnie!

Yeah, and he still is.

All right, he's had Charlie pushing his buttons 24/7...

He'll be all right. He's a copper, ain't he? He knows routine.

He's not going to let a stupid fight affect Matthew's residency.

See, told you Jack had been done - they're after witness statements.

The school rang - Lily's been sick,

so I'm going pick her up and take her home.

Will you watch Arthur for me later while I take her to the open clinic?

I can't, Stace, can I? Got to go to the bank.

Well, can't it wait?

I'll have him, if it helps. I mean...I'd like to.

Nah, it's all right. Stace will take him to the doctor's.

Hang on, you try sitting in a packed waiting room with a bored toddler.

That'd be lovely, thank you, Kush. The clinic opens at five.

-Right, I'll finish up early and come and pick him up at half four.

-Thanks.

What?

It's an emergency,

and we did promise Carmel and Kush more time with Arthur, so...?

Yeah, I know, but Kush on his own? I don't know if I trust him.

Oh, Martin. It ain't about you, it's about Lily. Get over it.

Come on, Denise - you know this.

Yeah, sorry.

It's a matter of getting yourself into "answer" mode, you know,

-under pressure...

-There you go.

Thank you.

Are you sure I can't get you anything?

Yeah, yeah.

Look, do you mind if we call it a day?

It's just I've gotta get to... I've got an interview and I can't be late.

No, of course. Good luck.

I hope you get the job.

Yeah. And hopefully I will be more focused next time.

-Yeah, sure.

-I'm sorry.

Here, Kath - one o'clock, the Vic, yeah?

-Yeah, I'll spread the word.

-All right.

'Ere, I thought you were doing your GCSE thing?

I did, and we're done.

Well, in that case, you can make it to the meeting.

You know, Save the Community Centre?

Look, Kim, I've gotta go.

Wow.

-Y'all right, Yawn...Ewan... Yorren? Yeah?

-Yeah, hiya.

-Hi.

Nothing personal, lads,

but I gotta open up and having the Old Bill in my boozer

at 11 o'clock ain't really a good look.

If you think of anything else, yeah...

Yeah, sure. Ta-ta.

Ow! Oh!

SHE SIGHS

Johnny, look at what I just did, look.

I've gotta go and fix it. Can you mind the bar, yeah?

Sorry, I've got a revision session. This came for you.

Thank you. Yeah.

You'd think there'd been a murder,

the way the Old Bill are carrying on.

What?

It's a letter from Lee's solicitor about the divorce.

They're saying it's cos of my "unreasonable behaviour".

Yeah, well, that's just legal bants -

my auntie went through the same thing.

They have to say something, otherwise it just drags on.

Don't let it get to you. Seriously.

Attagirl. Look, do me a favour.

Go to the kitchen and get me some lemons. It's almost show-time.

-Greetings, Comrade.

-Hello - you new?

Yeah, yeah.

I thought I'd just, you know, swing by, take a look.

I'm Kai.

Ian.

No surprises there. At least they don't frisk you on the way in.

Sorry?

You know. For contraband.

In case you've smuggled some profiteroles in or something.

You know this is the Slim Start group, yeah? Room 2B?

Yeah, yeah, I know - I was...

never mind.

If you've all got refreshments, we'll make a start.

Look at her, misery guts.

Bet she never tasted butter in her life.

Maggie used to weigh 22st, as it happens.

And if it wasn't for her, I'd still be suicidal.

You must be Ian.

Yeah.

Glad you came. So, let's get you weighed

and then we can set you some goals that work for you.

Mrs Honey Mitchell?

I am Detective Sergeant Fred Cole and this is DC Frame.

I understand you witnessed an alleged assault last week

involving two men both known to you?

Yes. Well, no, um...

Well, I was passing when they fell out, I mean.

Well, according to Mr Cotton,

you were probably the closest eye witness.

Do you mind if we ask you a few questions?

Yeah, yeah, that's fine.

Those of you that have lost,

give yourself a round of applause. Those of you that haven't,

don't lose heart. The scales aren't king - we can talk this through.

Muscle weighs more than fat, don't it?

And now I want to welcome a new member, Ian.

Ian, would you like to tell us a little bit about yourself

and why you've come?

Cos I want to lose weight!

Yeah, but why now? What brought you here today?

So, Karen wants to trim down for her wedding,

Mike piled on the pounds when he quit smoking,

Kai comfort-ate after a painful divorce.

You don't have to share anything that you're not comfortable with,

but often there's something more complex behind our

relationship with food than we're immediately aware of.

I had some health issues, that's all.

Just something to consider as you go.

We can come back to it, or not.

Kai, how's the walking going?

Oh, really good.

I've been leaving half an hour earlier

and it sets me up for the day, plus I'm burning off the calories.

Yes!

I hope it's all there.

Wasted hours yesterday for nothing.

You said you've been applying for other jobs?

Yeah, yeah. Everything I see.

Doesn't say anywhere on your application form

why you ceased working at the Minute Mart.

Did you leave, or were you let go?

It was both, really.

They were bang out of order, so I just... I quit.

Anyone would have.

Thing is, there are repercussions in terms of claims

if you leave employment voluntarily.

Yeah, but... I was pretty much forced out.

They didn't pay my maternity pay first off,

then they tried humiliating me.

You have a child?

No. Well, yeah, I do, but...

You haven't put that on your application form.

If you're claiming for a dependant as well, there's a whole section...

I gave my son up for adoption, OK?

Which was obviously for the best,

because I can't even feed myself right now.

I'm sorry. I know this is difficult.

Oh, you don't know anything!

I am 48 years old, one GCSE -

if I pass it -

and now, after wasting hours yesterday,

I find myself here baring my soul to some teenager

with a full-time job, just so he can sit there in judgment at me?

I'm 27, actually.

And I'm trying to help you get back on your feet.

If it's any consolation,

I was made redundant three times before I got this gig.

Yeah, well. You're young.

You made it.

Yeah, well, it's all relative.

Point is, no-one's judging.

You're my tenth interview this week, and it's only Tuesday.

But...there is a procedure and we have to go through it,

so how about I stick the kettle on and we see what your options are?

OK. Yeah. Thank you.

OK, they came out of the Minute Mart?

Yeah, yeah, that's about right.

So, what happened after Mr Branning threw the first punch?

Wait, I didn't say that!

Sorry, you said, "I'd stopped to see what the shouting was about,

"and then Jack hit Charlie."

Yeah, I know, but I don't know if it was the first punch.

Wouldn't even say it was a punch. It wasn't even that hard...

Look, I don't really remember.

You said they were arguing before Mr Branning struck Mr Cotton.

You were watching them.

Yes, I was. But there was lots of people coming and going.

I didn't get to see everything.

Look, I'm sorry, but you have to understand, Detective,

that Jack...Jack's grieving, OK?

Very, very stressed and he had Charlie going on about

taking away Matthew.

He was on a short fuse. Who could blame him?

Here's me thinking that you were judging me

and all the time it was me judging you.

So, you are eligible for Universal Credit, Miss Fox...

..but because you voluntarily left your last employment,

any benefit is sanctioned for 13 weeks since the date you left.

And because you've got five weeks to go, and we pay in arrears,

you may not actually be due to receive anything

for another ten weeks in total.

I'm so sorry.

It's a lot to take in,

so all of the details will be outlined on your Award Notice,

but in the meantime, is there anyone you can turn to for help?

Family, maybe?

Look, I'm not technically supposed to issue vouchers for food banks,

it's not part of our official remit.

But I can "signpost" that they're an option for hardship claimants.

-"Hardship"?

-And...

..I can offer you what we call a referral slip,

which, between you and me, amounts to the same thing as a voucher.

There's no shame in it, Denise.

I am not a charity case.

Look, one of the biggest reasons people need food banks

is because of delays in benefits due to sanctions...

Thank you for the tea.

OK, ecoutez, ecoutez - French for listen, yeah?

OK, so I've put in a call to my sistrin, the Mayor,

and I said, "Listen, we've got nowhere for our playgroups

"or our Beavers or our senior citizen groups."

-Your sistrin the Mayor?

-Yeah, met her at the fayre, innit.

-You showed her the loos!

-We talked.

So she actually took your call?

All right, some minion, because the Mayor is a very busy woman.

You know, more fayres to go to.

Well, the minion said that we have to go through the council.

We've already lodged loads of complaints.

I reckon we should get active with a petition.

Hello? Yeah, yeah, yeah, thank you.

If you could sign it and just pass it on, please? Yeah.

Yeah, all right. OK.

-Give us one second.

-Yeah.

Whit?

Yeah?

We've got customers waiting.

Yeah, I was... I'm getting his crisps.

All right. I'm going to change the barrels. Are you all right?

Yes, you go ahead. Sorry.

Woody?

Yep?

You don't think I'm unreasonable, do you?

I mean, I know that I've let people down in the past...

and that's something that I have to face up to...

I've told you it's no big deal.

You've got customers to serve, all right? Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah. Sorry.

What's this all about? I've been here all day, all right.

-They know I've got kids.

-They want to interview you.

About what?

They're talking about establishing causality.

It was only a dust-up.

Anyway, he started it -

he pushed me out the shop, he's been needling and needling,

and, yes, I hit back. So what? It wasn't serious.

Well, if that is true, we should be sweet.

This is about Matthew, innit? He thinks he's nailed me.

So don't be drawn in.

Keep your head and style it out. Mm?

HE SCOFFS

Save the community.

That's the motto for everybody - it affects everyone.

Thanks a lot, yeah. See you later.

Yeah. Save the community. OK, that's the mantra, guys.

Save the community centre. All right, we're all in it.

All of us.

Let me give you a little bit of advice, Arthur.

Don't fall in love, OK?

KNOCKING

-KIM:

-I know you're in there, D, I just saw you go in!

KNOCKING

You've got a problem with Kush or me, fine.

But just get your priorities out of your backside

and just sign the petition, or I ain't got no more respect for you.

Just do it.

That's it, well done.

Oi, look, we go a bit faster.

Trust me.

Women are poison for the ego.

Well, least they are if you've got my genes.

Sorry about that, mate.

Sorry about that.

Hey, look at you, is that funny, is it?

Is that funny, hey?

Do you think I'm a joke? Do you think I'm a joke?

Do you think I'm a joke, do you?

Do you?

Well, you will not be laughing if you end up looking like me

and all the women run a mile, will you?

Yeah.

OK.

Come on, then, come on.

Shall we get some of that lovely grub

that your mum packed for you, shall we?

Yeah? That make you happy? Come on.

Right, here's the deal. All right, listen up.

You eat your fish fingers, you get a doughnut, yeah.

You can have a pink one, a jam one, or a dodgy yellow one.

Custard, that's my favourite!

You might as well shoot off, Honey - I know Billy's at home

-decorating on his own.

-Ah, no, it's OK, see,

Billy's sort of turned it into a bit of a surprise.

So, I'm not allowed to see it until it's finished.

Yeah, still, you've done enough.

-Well, you sure?

-Yeah, it'll be fine.

All right, well, enjoy. See ya.

See you later.

-Uncle Max?

-Yeah?

Is Dad ever coming home?

Course he's coming home!

Listen to me, all right.

Everything is going to be exactly where it should be.

Don't you worry about that.

All right, babe? How you doing, all right?

This is from Kat.

Her and Alfie are going to Ireland now!

What for?

I dunno. It's typical Kat, innit?

Keep you guessing.

-How's Lil?

-Yeah, they reckon she got a bug.

She's feeling a bit rubbish, poor kid.

And, um...Arthur?

What, still?

Martin, Arthur's happy and I got to give Lily a bit of one-to-one.

What is the problem?

It's just...all a bit awkward,

you know, what with everything that's happened with Shakil and Bex.

Well, sort it out, then.

Cos we're going to need all the help we can get

when the other one comes along.

Martin, come on. Are you responsible for all Michelle's actions?

I flaming hope not!

Am I supposed to take the hit for everything she gets up to?

Could get a bit stressful.

Right, so how can you blame Kush for what his little brother does?

Martin, we are blessed. We're happy, we're healthy, we got great kids.

Kush ain't even got a best mate.

Ian! Dinner!

Right, there you go.

Is that it?

Oh, don't worry. Got a cake for pud!

Yeah. Made of courgettes, of all things!

You go out if you want, love. We'll baby-sit.

Ian's in a funny mood anyway.

Slim Start's obviously rubbed him up the wrong way.

Right, I'll have mine later. I'm going down the canal.

-What, now?

-I thought you weren't feeling well?

Well, I'll feel better once I've been for a run.

And I'm going for one in the morning as well, before I go in.

Slim Start's obviously made an impression after all.

I don't need scales or psychobabble to tell me

that I've been kidding myself.

I need to man up and take responsibility.

Are you all right, love?

Yeah. Yeah, course I am.

I've had a wake-up call, haven't I?

I need to stop talking the talk.

-Need a hand?

-Thought you were hitting the books tonight?

I have been at it all day - my eyes are bleeding.

Go on, then.

Whitney's miles away. I think she's cut up about that lawyer's letter.

Is that what that was?

You all right, college boy? How's your studies going?

All good. I was just saying to Woody, I can take over now.

Yeah, take the night off, sweetheart.

But I'm on shift. What would your dad say?

Well, I spoke to him a couple of hours ago, actually,

and he trusts my judgment, so do as you're told.

Oh, you spoke to him? Did he say anything?

Just cos I left him a voicemail last week.

Just to see how Nancy was.

Oh, yeah. She's getting better every day, don't worry about it.

Look, go upstairs, put your feet up, watch a bit of TV.

We've got it covered.

All right, then. I could do with a bit of "me" time.

Thanks, boys.

Right, I fed him like you said, and, look,

he's got a nice full tummy now.

He might be a bit tired.

Do you want to go back to Mummy? Here you are.

Thanks, Kush, that's brilliant.

-No worries. All right, little man.

-Hello!

-All right?

-Yeah.

Cheers for, you know, helping out today.

Oh, no, it's all right. Any time. It's fine.

Er, I'd better be off, then, so...

Wait. Sorry, Kush, but...

do you fancy a drink? I've got some beers in the fridge.

Oh, I...I dunno, I'm guessing you've got your hands full, right?

What with Lily being sick an' all?

Well, I think what Martin's trying to say is that he's sorry

that things got a bit rubbish between you two since,

you know, everything that happened with Bex and Shaki.

And what Kush is trying to say is that he appreciates that,

you know, and he realises it was a mess

and you wish you'd have dealt with it differently?

Actually, that is pretty much...

Look, the fact is, you both proper missed each other, all right?

And everyone needs a best mate.

Even big boys.

Good. We're all agreed.

Go on, get in the kitchen, get yourself a couple of beers,

have a good old natter, and I'll let you know when dinner's ready.

Come on, you heard the lady. Let's do it. Lager.

Hey, did you hear all those coppers in the market today?

Yeah! Shrimpy was there, weren't he?

He had to get in the middle of it, break 'em up.

-He didn't get involved!

-That's what he told me.

-No, he's...

We've obtained witness statements saying there was an ongoing

dispute between yourself and Mr Cotton,

that you, in particular, were on a "short fuse".

No comment.

Did Mr Cotton say he was seeking to take his son, Matthew,

back into his residence?

No comment.

Did you threaten to "slay" him if he didn't desist?

-As if!

-Is that why you assaulted him outside the Minute Mart?

No comment.

We have an eyewitness who saw you throw the first punch

in an assault which caused Mr Cotton considerable injury.

Come on, lads - all right,

it was a bit of pushing and a bit of shoving.

Mr Cotton received treatment at hospital, after the alleged beating.

I took the photo myself.

I never did this.

I would put it to you that you assaulted Mr Cotton because

of your long-held grievance over his dealings with the child,

Matthew Mitchell-Cotton.

-Is that the case or not?

-No.

No comment.

PHONE RINGS

Yeah.

Just cut to the chase, will you?

I've done my bit, letting you use me as a punch bag.

Now it's your turn. Is Jack going down or what?

You listen to me, Cotton. You'll get your kid back.

That's all that concerns you.

Anything else is my business.