29/06/2017 EastEnders

-Kim, what's happened?

-It's Dot, I think.

What?

MUSIC BLASTING FROM FLAT

-Sis, why is there an ambulance?

-Dot's had a fall.

-'Mum, what's going on?'

-It's all right. It ain't Old Bill.

Is she all right?

You don't suppose...

What?

Well, it's not like Dot's a spring chicken, is she?

Do you think she's been there for long?

-Hang on, you said she'd gone out.

-Did I?

-Yeah.

-Who saw her last?

Well, I knocked on the door, but there was no answer.

It's all right. I'm here.

Oh, Son. I thought you were still in Kettering.

I told you, I'm back now, ain't I?

And by the looks of it, just in the nick of time, eh?

My bag. My bag. Have you got my bag?

Enjoying the show, are you?

We're just worried about Dot.

Well, where were you when she was lying in there, eh?

I mean, she's been in there a whole day and not one of you

has bothered to check on her!

You want someone to come with you?

I think it's a bit late now, isn't it, caring?

She could have died in there and not one of you would have noticed!

At least give me her keys. Let me sort the place out for her.

She is going to be OK?

-Was that sirens I heard earlier?

-Yeah.

-They've just taken Dot away in an ambulance.

-Poor old girl.

Let's hope she's all right, eh?

Denise, she told me about your little tear up with Derek.

-I'm going to go and find him now.

-What happened?

I was too gutless to stand up for what I believe in.

What sort of lawyer does that make me?

I'm just going to give you some morphine to help with the pain, Mrs Branning.

-Do you hear that? You'll be bouncing off the walls in a minute.

-Son?

Who's feeding Dave?

It's OK. Patrick's looking after everything.

He's going to see his cake, all in crumbs on the floor.

Could you take me back inside, please?

We just need to get you checked over first.

There's nothing wrong with me.

Please, stay still, eh? You'll be all right.

You'll be back on your feet in no time.

No, no, no, no.

I mean, this is all my fault, you know?

You weren't to know she was going to have a fall, were you?

Yeah, but she was making a cake for me and what was I doing, eh?

Chasing after my ex-wife.

DAVE MEOWS

How did that get in here?

Go on!

No, no, no.

That's Dot's cat, Dave.

The only friend she's got these days.

Patrick, you've got to stop beating yourself up.

-Well, that's easy for you to say.

-Where are you going?

I'm just going to see if I can get Denise to come and clean up

-this place and then I'm going to the hospital.

-There's no need. I can call you if there's any news.

Listen, man, I let Dot down once.

I'm going to stay in the hospital all night if I have to.

MUSIC BLASTS FROM UPSTAIRS FLAT

Patrick, I've just heard about Dot. Is she all right?

I don't know, I don't know. I just didn't get the chance to speak to her.

If that music hadn't been blaring out upstairs, you might have heard her.

I don't suppose you could give the place a tidy for me, please?

Robbie and I need to get over to the hospital.

Of course, of course.

Patrick? I was um... I was hoping you might have an address for Derek.

-Is he still missing?

-What do mean, missing?

-He had a little bit of a meltdown in the market earlier.

-It was my fault.

He had a run in with that Keegan and I didn't say anything.

Look, just give him time to cool off and he'll be fine.

-I'd rather see for myself.

-I meant to take down his address.

-I just didn't get round to doing it.

-Somebody must have it.

-Why don't you ask Martin? Them two go way back.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

-Thanks.

-Johnny, if you find him, just tell him I was asking after

him, all right?

Will do.

Where are they taking me?

The doctor's going to check you over and then probably take you to X-ray.

-Do I have to?

-I think you'd do well to take her advice, Mrs Branning.

Oh, you and all.

So why don't you just relax and do as you're told for once, eh?

-Did you know Sonia was back?

-No, mate. I'm the last to know anything.

-Dot must have been so scared, bless her.

-I know.

I can't imagine it around here without her.

-Talking about her aches and her pains.

-And migraines.

-Shut up. Dot'll outlive us all.

-Maybe we should have a whip round and get her some chocolates

-or something.

-Yeah, we'll have to wait for the Minute Mart to reopen.

-Does anyone know what happened to Derek?

-I heard he got the red card.

-What for? Stealing wine gums?

-I don't suppose you've got Derek's address, have you?

-Oh, talk of the devil.

-No, sorry, mate. I was meant to get it, but...

-Oh, what?

-You just never got round to it?

-Why? Has something happened?

-It doesn't matter.

-Well, obviously it does, Johnny, or you wouldn't be asking, would you?

-I just don't understand why no-one

-bothered to find out where he lived.

-Just didn't think to.

Yeah, and people wonder why Dot's been left on the floor on her own.

Mick?

Mick!

What are you doing? I just put Spring Meadow on here.

No, no, don't sit down because I've just plumped them.

What's the matter with you?! She's not coming till tomorrow!

I don't care. You know what she's like. I want it all perfect.

-Are you sure that's all it is?

-All itchy, I am.

Look, Mick. All she wants to do is be with you,

so quit the cleaning and go and go sort your son out.

-He'll be all right. Just needs to let off a bit of steam. Where are you going with that?

-To the khazi!

-You ain't having a pony in there! I've just put bleach in it!

-Right, that's it, Mick! Get out!

-What?

-Out!

-Where am I supposed to go?

-I don't know!

Go and get your eyebrows plucked and buy yourself a waistcoat! I want five minutes' peace.

Do you know what? I could do with a little spruce up. Don't want her to think I've gone to pot.

-Yeah, well, that's the least of our problems.

-What do you mean?

-What if she asks where Whitney is?

-Cross that bridge when I come to it.

I just can't believe he closed the shop.

And if head office find out, it's me they're going to come after.

-People are saying he's been sacked.

-Yeah, well, I don't believe that.

He's always so belligerent.

I mean, but I will be having words with him over his conduct,

I tell you. I run a very tight ship here.

Right, here we go. Derek Harkinson.

Interests include jam making, that's nice. And amateur dramatics.

-That can't be right, though.

-What is it?

They've got his address down as the Oakhurst Estate.

-You think it's a mistake?

-Yeah. It's got to be.

He's always so well turned out.

Well, maybe...we don't know him as well as we thought.

Thanks, Honey.

Well, can you try orthopaedics then?

Son, how's Dot?

-Don't know. They can't find her on their computer.

-What?

-What do you mean, they can't find her?

-They took her down to X-ray and now nobody knows where she is.

-Are you saying they've lost Dot?!

The system probably hasn't been updated yet.

-So, she could be anywhere?

-Why are you still sat there? There's an old woman missing in your hospital!

Don't talk to her like that! She's doing the best she can. She's already put a call out.

-OK, what are we supposed to do in the meantime?

-Just wait here.

-No, no, no.

-I want to help.

-I think you've done enough already, don't you?

-Son.

Fine.

-Let's split up.

-It's a big hospital.

Well, we'll keep looking until we find her, won't we?

Why didn't you come back with me on Monday?

I had stuff to sort out.

You would tell me if you were in trouble, wouldn't you?

Of course I would.

Now, let's just find Dot. All right?

-LAUGHTER

-Oh, I was dying of thirst...

Let's go and get a coffee.

Angels!

-Don't mind me popping over, do you?

-No, mate. No, not at all.

You come on in. Stacey's just run upstairs to get her gear. She'll be down in a sec.

-In the meantime, can I offer you a little lager?

-No. No, no, no.

I'm cutting down on the old calories before my L gets back.

-What am I talking about? Gives it here.

-Thank you, there we go.

Cheers.

-Cheers.

-Good health.

I heard my Johnny got a bit mouthy in the bar earlier.

-Said something apparently, I don't know.

-He's got a lot on his mind, hasn't he,

-what with his exam results and all that, you know?

-Yeah.

Still, I bet you're well looking forward to seeing your Linda

-again, ain't you?

-Yeah, yeah. Yeah. I think we've got a lot to talk about.

-Yeah.

Oh! Here she is.

-All right?

-Old Vidal Sassoon!

-What are you having?

-Well, I know what I'm going to have.

I'm going to have Paul Newman in Cool Hand Luke, is what I'm going to have. So...

I'll probably just have a trim, Stace. Probably.

You, um... You heard Sonia's back?

Oh, she kept that quiet.

-What's going to happen to Bex?

-Yeah, well, that's what I'd like to know.

Doctor! I'm looking for an old lady!

Could you be more specific?

Well, she's about this tall, brown hair... Well, it's more red, really.

Her name's Dorothy Branning. She went down to X-ray after a fall and now nobody can tell us

-where she is.

-That's probably because our orthopaedic department

-is full to capacity.

-Where is she supposed to be, then?

Well, it's a case of waiting until a bed becomes available, I'm afraid.

-Oh, this is ridiculous!

-Welcome to my world! We have an overspill of patients and a shortage of beds.

-You do the maths.

-Listen, man, we just want to find out to make sure she's safe, that is all.

Let me put a call in to our radiology department and see if they know where she was taken.

Thank you.

Er, did you say you were looking for an old woman? Reddish hair?

-That's right.

-She was talking to some drunk in the corridor, down by X-ray.

What was she doing down there?

Trying to confiscate his can of lager.

She gave him a right telling off!

You know what? If Sonia thinks that she can just waltz back in here with all

her demands, then she can, you know, think again.

Will you stop getting so worked up? You haven't even spoken to her yet.

Mind your hand.

-I always have a scratch up when I'm nervous.

-What are you nervous about?

Aw, I bet Linda can't wait to see you.

Just that a lot's happened since she was last here.

Ain't it nice you're together for her birthday?

Ah, you wait till she finds out about our little trip to

Klosters next year.

Yeah, that's where Charles used to take Diana on holiday.

I didn't know you could ski.

What? What do you mean "ski"?

Well, it's covered in snow, isn't it? Klosters.

Ah...

It's only standing about on a couple of old sticks, isn't it?

-Mick, you seen the back of your head?

-No, Stace. Never seen it.

What, is he going bald?

-No, it's where it's parted.

-You've got spots.

-You what?

-Yeah, on your neck, down your back, on the back of your arms.

Well, what are they?

Don't know.

You ever had chicken pox?

-I can't remember.

-Well, Amy's had them.

-Is that what you think they are, yeah?

-Maybe measles or shingles.

Well, make your mind up, Stace, will you?

-I don't know, Mick! I ain't a doctor!

-What do you do? Whack lotion on them or what?

-No, mate.

-Not if they're contagious, mate, no.

-You're going to have to go into quarantine,

-especially if Ollie ain't had them.

-Leave off! They're coming tomorrow!

-Sorry, Mick.

-I don't believe this.

-Honestly, on my life, I don't believe it. Ta-da.

-Ta-da.

Dot?

-Oh, Sonia. I was wondering where you was.

-What are you doing here?

A nice nurse put me here and she's gone off to find a bed.

Robbie? But you're in India!

No, I've been staying in Kettering with Son.

-Oh, right.

-I moved up from Milton Keynes, remember?

I've lost track.

-So, how are you feeling now?

-Oh! Patrick!

-Sorry.

I'm fine. I've been talking to that young man over there, you know.

He's intoxicated.

Beer.

I got him to give me his can.

And what did the doctor say?

Oh, some nonsense about a hip operation,

when it's my hand what's hurting me.

Good night's sleep, see me as right as rain.

Are you still in pain?

What?

Are you still in pain?

Oh. I'm bruised all over.

You know me, Son. I ain't one to grumble.

-Excuse me.

-Have you managed to find a bed?

Excuse me!

-My grandma has been left in a corridor.

-I'm sorry.

We tried to find her a bed, but we're full to capacity.

So she's just supposed to sit out here with a load of drunks, is she?

We're doing our best to make her as comfortable as possible.

She is old. She has been on the floor all night.

All I can offer you is somewhere quiet until a bed becomes available.

Well, I suppose that's better than nothing.

Let me just find a porter.

-Shirl, you got Linda?

-Yup. I got her here.

Dying to do that for years!

Mother! Have I ever had chicken pox?

-What are you on about?

-Or the measles, or...?

-I don't know. Why?

-Why? Why?! Get on that! Look!

-Tina had them once.

You remember Dad tried your hands behind your back, so you couldn't scratch yourself?

-That sounds about right.

-What? So I must have had them round the same time, yeah?

-No, not necessarily.

-Oh, cheers(!) Double helpful(!)

Mick!

Spotty!

-Do you fancy a pint?

-No, I got them chops defrosting.

-Are you serious?

-Yeah, I'm not wasting them.

So much for living in the fast lane, eh?

To think that Dot was lying there on the floor, on her own.

Well, she's in safe hands now, isn't she?

Well, this wouldn't have happened at the old flats.

People looked out for each other there.

Look, we'll be on our feet soon, don't you worry.

It's not as though she's going to hear anything, is it?

I mean, all that music going on upstairs.

Good job you've got me, then, isn't it?

I don't suppose you've seen Dot, have you?

We just went round to drop these off, but there was no answer.

-Told you we should have gone last night.

-She's been a bit low since her great-grandson left.

-Haven't you heard?

-She had a nasty fall.

-They took her to the hospital.

-Thanks.

What's this? A cupboard?

Just somewhere to tide you over until they find you a bed.

-Who's feeding Dave?

-Listen, don't you worry about him.

Let's just concentrate on getting you better, shall we?

I don't know what I'd have done if you hadn't turned up, Son.

You must have been very scared.

I prayed to Jesus for strength.

-And he answered me, didn't he?

-How?

He sent you.

You're a good girl, Son.

Am I?

Urgh!

Right, that's it. You ain't staying in here!

Listen, I've been here three hours now and nothing's happened.

I need someone to come down and have a look at my wife, all right?

Find someone who knows what they're doing!

I came to kick off,

but it looks like you've had quite a day of it already.

I'd like to say I missed all this, but I'd be lying.

Well, if I'd known you were coming, I'd have tidied up a bit.

What did you expect? A pied-a-terre down by the river?

I'm sorry. I just assumed...

That a man my age wouldn't be living out of one room?

Let's just say my pension fund didn't stretch that far, shall we?

Why did you shut the shop like that?

Didn't seem much point in carrying on after I was sacked.

Try as I might,

it always seems that my past has a habit of catching up with me.

-Would you like to come through?

-Absolutely.

-Think I should check up on Patrick?

-No.

He said he'd come and find us if Dot needed anything.

I'm not surprised you went private!

Talk about chaos!

They're doing their best, Robbie.

MOBILE ALERT

Oh, it's from the estate agent.

-We've passed the credit check. Yes!

-Oh, that's good, isn't it?

Oh, wow!

Who'd have thought it, sis?

Me with a managerial job, plush new apartment by the station.

You do know that every room has got underfloor heating, don't you?

-And an en-suite.

-Bex is going to love it.

You have asked her if she wants to move in, haven't you?

Haven't you?

-You can't just make the decision for her!

-She's my daughter, Rob.

And what about Martin?

Sonia. Oh, hello, Robbie.

-So how's Dot doing?

-As comfortable as you can be with a fractured hip.

Oh, right. Well, where is she?

-Still trying to find her a bed in orthopaedics.

-That is ridiculous!

-Have you spoken to someone?

-Of course I have!

-Well, you obviously haven't tried hard enough,

-otherwise she'd be in a ward by now!

-Who do you think you are, waltzing in here, giving it the big "I am"?

Look around you, Ian! People are run off their feet!

Dot has paid her taxes, like everyone else,

-and she's entitled to a bed!

-She shouldn't even be here!

If she had friends and neighbours looking out for her,

-she wouldn't even be in this mess!

-Now, hang on a minute!

-Then again, she's not the first person you've neglected lately, is she?

-I beg your pardon?

From what I heard, Louise is lucky she didn't die from alcohol poisoning!

Mrs Fowler, we managed to find your grandmother a bed.

-Thank you.

-Can we see her?

It's a bit late to start caring now!

Don't you think?

'Could you describe the spots, please?'

What do you mean, describe them? They're red.

They're itchy, they're... They're blotchy.

I mean, I could ask them if they've got any names.

'I can't help you, unless you can provide me with more details.'

All I need to know, darling, is if they're contagious. That's all I want from you.

-'I'm afraid I can't help you, unless you can describe...'

-You know what? Just forget about it, all right?

And let's hope I don't scratch myself to death!

You know what? I think you did have chicken pox when you were little, cos you

tried to drink a bottle of calamine lotion.

-What are they though, Mother? What are they?

-Kids ever had it?

I don't know. L used to sort all that stuff out.

-Probably gone by the morning.

-I look like Spotty Man from SuperTed!

It's not funny.

What do you want me to tell Linda?

I can't risk Ollie getting it, so tell Tina to bin them decorations.

There ain't going to be no party, is there?

-There you go.

-They can't just sack you.

There's a statutory notice period.

They can do what they like.

But it's unfair dismissal.

If an employer sacks you or forces you to leave,

-then they're breaking the law.

-I lied on my application form.

Well, that's still not enough reason to fire you.

It is, if you fail to disclose a criminal conviction.

Right, we're going to try and fix that hip for you tomorrow,

-Mrs Branning.

-You sure you're old enough to be a doctor?

Well, I've got my driving licence here, if you'd like to see it.

My Dr Legg, he trained at one of them university hospitals.

Ever such a good bedside manner, he had.

So, what's the procedure?

Well, we're going to be performing what we call a DHS operation.

-What's that, when it's at home?

-We'll insert a screw into the...

A screw?! I shall be like the Tin Man!

You've got a nasty fracture, Mrs Branning.

This operation's imperative if we're going to get you mobile again.

You have to listen to the doctor. He knows what he's doing, Dot.

It's all very well for you, Robbie.

That's what they said about your grandfather.

And look what happened to him. He went downhill.

Oh, I shouldn't be here.

I should be at home, feeding my Dave his kippers.

Dot, Dot, the sooner you have the operation, the sooner you'll go home.

-Why don't I let you sleep on it?

-Sleep?!

You don't get much sleep in here,

not with all that racket in the corridor.

I can feel one of my migraines coming on.

And I shall probably be struck down by one of them germs.

You know, them MDMAs.

You'd better bring the vinegar in next time you come, Son,

and a cloth, and wipe down my surfaces.

Oh! Talking to me as if I'm senile.

I shall decide if I'm going to be stapled together!

Whatever it is you've done, I'm sure we can sort it.

-It's too late.

-At least let me try.

You wouldn't understand, Johnny.

-It was a different world back then.

-There you go again.

Why can't you just accept help when it's offered?

You know what? Forget it!

I was 22.

I'd just left the Army to go into teacher training.

And I was living in a flat in Deptford.

With Pip.

My partner at the time.

Things were all going very smoothly, until we had a break-in.

I knew better than to call the police, but Pip, well,

he just assumed they were there to help.

What happened?

Oh, they came to the flat, took some statements.

Then they arrested me.

Why? You'd done nothing wrong.

-Pip was 20, Johnny.

-And?

The homosexual age of consent was 21 at the time.

As far as they were concerned, it was just gross indecency.

I was sentenced to nine months.

By the time I got out, Pip was married.

Wouldn't even acknowledge me when we passed on the street.

That's terrible.

That's life.

Just had to get on with it.

What about the teaching?

Oh, once you've been branded a pervert, there was no going back.

So I just did the best with what I'd got.

I got married.

Had a family.

I did what every red-blooded male was supposed to do.

Seems so unfair.

No point in getting angry about it. The show must go on.

So, what will you do now?

I'm thinking Eastbourne.

Must be some summer season I can help prepare.

You're leaving?

As my friend Pauline once said, no good ever comes from looking back.

So, if you don't mind now, Johnny, I've got some packing to do.

ALARM SOUNDS

-Yeah, well, you'd better get used to that sound.

-What?

That's the trouble with this place, once you get in, you never get out.

Oh, no. Not me.

-I won't be here long.

-Oh, yeah. Well, that's what I thought.

A month on and I'm still stuck here.

Got family at home, have you?

No.

No, not since Abi, my granddaughter, left, no.

Oh, yeah. Well, you're the same as me.

No use to anyone any more.