30/05/2017 EastEnders

'Hi, this is Whit. Leave a message after the beep.'

BEEP

Whit, it's me again.

You're probably sick of the sound of me.

Can you call me back? I just...

I just want to know where you are.

RADIO PLAYS

BABY CRYING, KNOCKING

DOOR SLAMS

MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO

Have you found it yet?

Er, no. Not yet.

I made you some breakfast.

Oh, I'm not hungry.

It's got to be here somewhere.

Oh! Ta-da.

Yes. Thank you.

Maybe you can thank me properly later?

Ooh! Bit early for all that, innit?

Got a missed call from Whitney on here.

Oh, I saw her yesterday.

-She was talking about going to see Bianca.

-Oh!

Wonder what that's all about?

I'm going to go over to the Vic before I go to work.

Would you be able to drop Louie to Stacey?

I can do it. I'll swap my shifts.

Oh, thanks, Kathy.

Right, I'll see you later.

Bye.

D'you know, I must have ate something dodgy. I've been on and off the loo all night.

Ugh. Dad, TMI.

That is the new diet.

All those years of eating fish and chips - shock to the system.

I tell you what, if this is healthy eating, you can stick it.

Right, well, I'll make you a tea, shall I?

Don't forget you're covering for me at the restaurant cos I've got to show that couple round the chippy.

BEEP

-Thanks.

-Thanks.

It's like Piccadilly Circus in here this morning.

Is Whitney about?

Why, what's the matter, babe?

No, nothing, I've just got a missed call from her

and Kathy said something about she went to see Bianca.

Yeah, Bianca's not well. She's gone to help out with the kids.

Oh, all right, well, I'll give her a call her later, then, yeah?

Thanks.

See you later.

You didn't say anything last night.

Must have slipped my mind.

Well, I was worried, weren't I?

Well, look, Whitney's gone, and you need to focus on this place.

We've got a pub to run. Shift that wallpaper she ordered.

Oh, no, no. I'm not having all this fuss.

So, you don't think I want a full English on the first day at home?

Hm.

Oh!

Patrick, you don't half know how to cook a breakfast,

I'll give you that. Hm!

So when are we going to talk about this, then, hm?

I told you last night, I don't want to go into it.

All right, all right. Then I shall have a word with Kim, then.

-No.

-Uh?

No, I... Sorry. I don't want you to tell her.

Yeah, but she should know.

Look at how she behaved over the adoption.

I know.

And with her, a problem shared is like a problem doubled.

Yeah, but this is different.

This is my life.

OK, I appreciate your help,

but if you're going to make this all a big deal, I...

All right, all right. We'll do it your way, then.

OK.

Thank you.

OK, so for today I want you to take it easy,

put your feet up and let me look after you.

Just for today.

Come on, let an old man feel useful. Hm?

Yeah, it came first thing.

He's applying for residence, yeah?

Yeah. I'm seeing Jimmie Broome at two.

Listen, you wouldn't look after the kids for me, would you?

No, sorry, mate, I've got meetings all afternoon.

HE SIGHS

Jimmie Broome? I'll get you someone better than that.

You said he was the best.

Yeah, I'm not sure any more.

Give me a couple of days, I'll sort you out with someone else.

-I ain't got a couple of days, have I?

-You need to think about this.

-What?

-Your head's all over the place, innit?

If it hadn't been for Dot, you'd be halfway to Timbuktu by now.

Yeah, and Matthew would have been out of Charlie's reach.

Last week you promised me they wouldn't take my boy.

I meant it.

Ronnie moved heaven and Earth to keep him away from him. I mean, what would she think?

Jack, I just don't want this ripping you apart, that's all. You've got two other kids to worry about.

CHILDREN SHOUT

It's all right. I'll go.

Listen. Go and see Jimmie, see what he says,

but don't do anything without talking to me first. Yeah?

Max, thank you. I know you're looking out for me.

-The wanderer returns.

-Hey!

Who's that? Who's that?

-It's Grand-Pops!

-Hey!

How's my Pearls, huh?

Yeah. Oh. I think someone got a bit too happy.

Excuse us.

Madam needs to make herself presentable once again, don't you?

Let's go.

So, how you doing, Pops?

All right.

Tell me about Trinidad.

You know, I was thinking, maybe we could all go in the autumn.

You know, get some sun on Dee.

I tell you, Pops, she has been miserable as sin recently.

She's got a lot going on, you know.

Don't tell me. Exams, reading, being a swot.

What?

I'm so sorry. OK. All right, speak soon. Bye.

That Jack?

Yeah, he needs a babysitter. He's in a terrible state.

I'm telling you, Hon, Ronnie would've wanted that boy to stay with him.

-Morning.

-Morning.

-They're very smart.

Oh, yeah. New logo designs for the funeral directors where I work.

Down to the final two. Mr Coker said that I can choose.

-See, now, I like this one.

-Hm.

But Honey, my missus here, she prefers that one.

I think that says old-fashioned values.

Oh, I agree.

That's £2.40, please.

I suppose that's that decided, then.

And who knows,

one day that sign could say Coker and Mitchell and Son.

Not if William carries on the way he's going.

Our nine-year-old. He's having nightmares about downstairs.

Oh, poor little thing.

My granddaughter had issues and my son went on the internet,

and he found out that if you let the child make the bedroom their own,

then the nightmares disappear.

So, he took her out, let her choose all new duvet covers,

new pillowcases, new sheets, the lot.

Did it work?

Like a dream.

Thanks.

That's why she collapsed? But why didn't she tell me the truth?

She's a proud woman, Kim.

Stupid, more like. You just watch.

I'm going to give her a piece of my mind.

You think that's going to help? You going in there, guns blazing?

Tell me something, where were you when all this was happening?

I didn't know, did I?

Yeah, but you knew that she'd left her job! Huh?

What did you think she was living on?

I mean, did you even ask if she was OK,

if she needed anything at all?

Hang on, I'm not the one who's been off sunning himself, am I?

Yeah, but this has been happening right on your doorstep, Kim.

You're too wrapped up in your own world.

Spending money left, right and centre.

Talking about holidays, while... while Denise was living in hell.

Pops!

Look, you need to open your eyes and look outside your own door.

Think about other people for a change now, man.

Jack, you all right?

Stace, I need a favour. Listen, I need a babysitter, all right?

Someone I can trust. I mean, what with Charlie sniffing around,

I need someone who won't let Matthew out their sight.

-Oh, Jack, I've got three kids here already.

-Come on, what about Bex?

-PHONE RINGS

-Surely she could do with some extra cash?

Ryan. Hang on.

I'll ask her. Bex. D'you want to earn a few quid?

Uh-oh. What's wrong?

Kim.

What? Have you said something?

Patrick, I told you not to get her involved.

If you'd been honest in the first place,

this situation would have never happened.

-I'm going for a lie-down.

-Can't you at least talk to her?

I've got nothing to say to her.

Oh, this is ridiculous.

Please, Patrick. I'm a grown woman.

I can handle all this by myself.

Grown woman? Pearl is far more grown up than either of you.

Hey. How was the viewing?

Yeah. Yeah, it was OK.

And...?

They're making an offer.

Hey! See, and with your new healthy lifestyle, right,

and the chippy finally off your hands, everything's going right.

Taking charge of your own destiny.

What you having?

No, I can't stop, I've got half of Walford Primary at my house.

I've got a message from Whitney.

Ryan rang.

He said that she's with him and not to worry, she's fine.

She just had to get out of Walford and clear her head.

It's all the stuff with Lee. Lost the plot, poor girl.

-Did she say anything else?

-No, no, she just apologised for leaving you short-staffed.

I've got to go because I've left Bex with the kids and if I don't get back they'll have torn my house down

-so I'll see you later.

-See you later.

-Cheers, Stace.

I thought you said she was at Bianca's.

Yeah, well, that's what she said. She was in a state.

When you said lunch, I had a more classy establishment in mind.

Yeah. I spoke to Patrick.

Oh, yeah? Here we go.

You're ganging up on me as well.

No-one is ganging up on you.

You didn't notice anything was different with Dee, neither.

Or have you conveniently forgotten about that?

No.

So why is everyone laying this on me?

It wasn't so long ago that she was going to give up my nephew and wasn't going to tell me.

Whereas you was always the sister of the year.

I was supportive.

After you made her suffer.

Let's not forget the bit where you, you know, kicked off at Ian Beale.

Anyone could've made that mistake.

No, not anyone. Only you.

I've pushed her away.

My own sister was starving,

and she couldn't tell me.

Then go and make it right.

Well, how about laser quest?

Paintballing? We can put a gun on the side of your chair.

Look like a tank.

Yeah, and I can stick that gun where the sun don't shine.

Look, why don't we just go up the cash and carry,

get a ton of booze, have a house party?

Sorted.

What's this you're planning?

Abi's 21st.

Yeah, and everything I come up with she don't want to do.

Because everything you come up with involves me strapping

a gun to myself and looking like a bleeding Dalek.

Don't forget this is boring Branning we're talking about.

She'll probably have us eating jelly and ice cream and playing pin the tail on the donkey.

I've already planned my 21st, actually, and it's a huge, very exclusive event,

so you're not invited.

Nice one, bigmouth.

DOOR OPENS

I owe you an apology. Both of you.

Patrick told me everything

and I should have known something was wrong.

That's my business. He had no right.

He had every right.

Oh! I'm not having this conversation.

Sit down. Both of you.

Tell me something now, man. What is wrong with this family?

After everything we've been through.

I mean, you've lost sight of what is important,

and that is supporting each other.

What if Chelsea fell on hard times and you weren't around?

Wouldn't you expect Libby to do everything in her power to look after her, huh?

It's all right, Pops. It's down to me.

I haven't been there for you.

And when you've told me things in the past, I've just gone off on one.

I've let you down, and I wouldn't blame you if you never told me anything again.

Dee, I can never repay you for everything that you've done,

but I really want to try.

I want to be here for you. I want to support you.

But I don't know how to do that if you don't trust me.

Yeah, but it's not just about trust,

and you've always been a gobby cow, but it's not all you.

Look, for a long time now this hasn't been enough for me.

A little life. Being the shopgirl. I always wanted more,

and I knew I could do more.

So I made a choice that I was going to prove it to everyone,

to you, to Patrick, Libby, Chelsea.

But most of all, I needed to prove myself to me.

And then the baby came along.

And I decided to give him away,

and that was the hardest thing I've ever done.

But I did it for him, so that he could have a better life,

but I did it for me, too.

For my life.

Yeah?

And so I made all those choices and then what happens?

I fall flat on my face.

No job, no money, I'm eating food out of bins.

I didn't want you to see me like that. Either of you.

I am Denise Fox, one big failure.

Failure? You're the most amazing person that I know.

Nah.

Yes! You're changing your life. Don't you see how great that is?

Listen, you're the brains in this family.

I'm the one with the looks but you're the brains.

I'll go and put on that kettle.

I'm here for you.

Whatever you need, I'm here,

100%.

-Yeah?

-Yeah. Thank you.

Ow.

Listen.

Now...

just a little something.

Take this, yeah?

And there's plenty more, just until you get on your feet.

And tomorrow, we are going to go shopping.

And I'm thinking hair, make-up, wardrobe.

Cos you've gotta be on fleek for these job interviews, yeah?

I don't want your money.

-What? Just take it.

-No.

You know, for somebody who reads a lot you can be very stupid sometimes.

Just take the money, Denise.

It's always that simple to you, isn't it?

You can just throw money at something and then the world's all right.

What?

I-I tell you what, Kim.

You can take your money, and your interview wardrobe,

and you can shove it.

Hey, Denise.

-Right, let's see. Here we go, get yours...

-Hon?

Hello? Go and show Daddy.

Thought I heard you lot. How did it go?

-I got West Ham.

-Good boy.

-And I got football!

-Oh, you got football as well?

She didn't decide on what team she wanted, though.

As long as it ain't Millwall, that's fine by us, ain't it?

Come on, then, let's get these on the bed. Strip it off.

By the way, I picked these up for us, too.

I thought we could try them out tonight?

Mick?

Sorry. Johnny sent me up...

So, I've just had a call from Stace

and she said Whitney's gone to Ryan's.

What's happened?

It's a mess, Lauren.

What is?

I seriously lost the plot.

Um... Last week, I, um...

Whitney slept with Woody.

-What?

-Mick chucked him out. It got nasty, didn't it, Mick?

Tell her.

Have they been like that all day?

Well, let's just say Bex earned her money.

What did the solicitor say?

Well, if I get an ABH charge,

I don't stand a hope in hell of getting residence of Matthew.

When will you know if you're being charged?

End of the week.

CHILDREN SHOUT

Amy! Ricky!

Oh, Jack, they're just excited to be home.

They're like this night and day, Stace. It's constant, all right?

I don't know what to do.

Maybe it's all this with Matthew that's affecting them?

I mean, Amy's already lost her mum.

Ricky's seeing his dad in a state every day, and now this.

You really have to sort something out with Charlie, Jack.

Yeah, I know, but how?

Well, we had to make it work with Kush.

Whether we like it or not, he's Arthur's dad.

But he wants to take my boy.

I know. And I know it ain't what Ronnie would've wanted,

but Charlie ain't just going to disappear, Jack.

You're going to have to deal with him, for all your sakes.

'Leave a message after the beep.'

Whit, it's me.

Look, I know I ain't been around that much recently.

It's just this new job and everything. I'm really sorry.

Mick, he told me about what happened with Woody.

I should've been there for you.

Just give me a call back when you get this, yeah?

I could do with a chat, too. Miss you.

Hey.

Where did you come from?

Well, I just wanted to see my favourite girl on my break.

What's wrong?

Whitney. She's, um... Well, she's left the Square.

Babe, I'm sorry.

Look, I got you some chocolates.

Eugh! What's in them?

They were really expensive.

Sorry. I'm just in a bad mood.

I ain't been feeling well all day.

Dad's just gone home ill from the restaurant.

I wonder if there's a bug going round.

Look, I'll go and get Louie. You get yourself home, yeah?

Have a bath and an early night.

Thank you.

What are boyfriends for?

What were you thinking?

You going to tell her that you kissed her best mate,

it'll be all over the Square by tomorrow morning.

I weren't going to tell her that, was I?

Well, I don't know where your head is at the moment.

Why'd you lie to me about Whitney going to Bianca's?

Because I wanted you to leave her alone.

I heard you sending her little messages all night.

I just wanted to know she was safe.

She's a grown woman, she's not a kid.

She can look after herself.

Yeah. Well, you know how she's been lately.

Why don't you start worrying about your own family and the business?

Except it ain't my business any more, is it, Mother?

No thanks to you and my loving wife.

Look at the state of you!

You're pathetic.

Sort yourself out.

Room for one more?

I made it worse, didn't I?

You certainly didn't make it better.

I'm going to. I heard what you said today.

And we have to support Denise through this.

You, me, Vincent, Pearl.

I'm going to show her how much she means to all of us.

I'm going to put this right.

Billy!

A rose, for my rose.

Thank you.

Come here, you.

KISSING

I can't sleep.

Oh, what?

You having another bad dream, sweetheart?

Do you want to sleep in here tonight?

Come on.

Are you going to work, Dad?

HONEY LAUGHS

CHILDREN SHOUT

-'Hello.'

-Yeah, all right. It's Jack Branning.

-'What's up?'

-Listen, I've got a bit of a problem.

-'Yeah?'

-Yeah, I need to arrange to get rid of someone.

Permanently.

What happened to what you said last week

about licking your wounds and getting on with things?

And here you are again, with your head in a bottle,

leaving your mum and your son to run the pub.

Yeah. Ain't my pub, though.

Oh, here we go. The sob story.

-Shut up!

-What has happened to you, Mick?

The Mick Carter that I know wouldn't be up here, drowning his sorrows.

He'd be down there, getting the tills ringing, putting on a bit of charm!

I just wanted to get things straight with her.

Oh, change the record. It's Linda you should be thinking about, your wife. Remember her?

Since when did you care about L?

I care about you. I want you to get your priorities straight.

Oh, yeah, priorities, yeah? Let's talk about priorities.

Let's talk about Linda's priorities, yeah?

Linda's priorities,

cos if she was here none of this would have happened, would it?

She's swanning off with her mother while her own family is falling apart.

She's with her family.

Whitney stuck by us.

Well, it's not like Linda's on some kind of cruise, is it?

Well, she didn't even come and see Nancy. I mean, what's that about?

-It's like we don't even exist.

-What was she supposed to do?

Put us first. You know, like...

-Put me first!

-Oh, look at you!

Whining like a baby because your missus ain't here to wipe your nose or tuck you in.

What is this, Mick? Revenge?

Having a bit of slap and tickle with your son's wife?

I told you, that was a stupid mistake.

Mistake? How many mistakes have happened before, Mick?

Because I've been watching Whitney worm her way in to the Carter men, one by one,

and I wasn't having it.

What do you mean, you weren't having it?

She's best out the door.

Why? What have you done?

I stuck up for Linda.

I said, what you done?

I did what Linda should've done when that cow kissed you.

I slung her out.

You done what?

I did it for you, Mick.

-You done what? You done what?!

-Don't hurt me!

I'm so... I'm so sorry.

I don't know what I'm doing.

I don't know what I'm doing.

You know I'd never hurt you, don't you?

You know that, don't you?

I don't know... I don't know who I am any more, Mum.

I don't know who I am any more.