03/08/2017 Part Two EastEnders

DRILLING

I'd be lost without you.

LAUGHTER IN DISTANCE

-Woody!

-What? Stop it.

No, you stop it!

Bex was up half the night, looking in every bag and coat

for that bit of paper.

Do you think it'll help them find Louise?

-CAR HORN

-Nothing new from the police.

Think they're desperate enough, they'll try anything now.

These gasworks!

Yeah, you do try anything if you're desperate.

Don't go there, Stace.

-I'm not going anywhere.

-What's that?

Well, I'm just saying, they didn't burn it, did they, Michelle?

They didn't even trash it.

You do know that he's got your dad's bench round ours now in bits?

Yeah, there is a gouge out the back,

there are screws missing and she's written "Bernadette" on it.

Let me tell you now, those Taylors,

they are not welcome here. I will not serve them, end of.

They don't strike me as massive fruit-and-veg eaters.

Sorry, but the police reckon that one of them

was actually kipping on it.

All that shows, Stace, is that they're thick.

No, Martin, all that shows is that you've forgotten

what it's like to be up against it.

Oh, come on, right. It don't take a genius, does it?

Beanbag is a tenner.

Or you get a bit of foam, cut it out to size, five squid-oolies.

Well, maybe they don't have a spare "five squid-oolies".

No, no. I'm with Martin on this.

It is about respect, Stace.

People like the Taylors don't know the meaning of the word.

Never mind family.

-Caution.

-Yes! You're a good kid.

-Stepping up like that, son.

-Nice one, mate.

-Thanks.

Mum can't get sent down when you're having a baby.

Nah, and neither can you.

Cos you're going to be taken on by MKF Motors!

MKF Motors don't take people on. It is well known, Mum.

Yeah, I know.

But Keanu is never late for work, is he, Keegs?

You know, he's always the first one there,

he's never taken a day off, and he's the best at servicing them vans.

I mean, if they don't give him a contract today,

they ain't giving no-one a contract today.

Yes, that is what I just said, Mum.

Well, if they don't, then I'll have to have a word, won't I?

And if you do get your contract, yeah,

I'll be buying you a drink, son.

Yeah. Out of your first wages.

Morning.

Yep.

Mick. I...

I just wanted to say thanks.

-For what?

-Well, for making us feel so welcome.

You know, this engagement party. It's big of you.

Cos I know that...

me and you have never got on.

I think we should just put it all behind us and...

You know, no hard feelings, mate.

Let's not get on the mate one, eh?

You ain't welcome here, you'll never be welcome here.

Don't my woman pay you to pull pints in Watford?

No? You ought to get back there, ain't you, son?

Yeah.

Understanding woman, your missus, ain't she?

She knows I've got a few things I got to sort out here first, so...

Ta-ta.

Here you are.

Ta.

You turning into an alkie?

Dad used to put whisky in his tea.

What do you want me to do? There ain't no milk left.

No. Or juice, or bread, or cereal.

Anyone hear them last night?

Yeah, I nearly got up and threw a bucket of water over them.

-LAUGHING:

-I had to put my headphones on.

Oh, you don't mind, then?

-No, course.

-What?

-While you were away, I...

-She forgot was a lesbian.

Oi, no! Thank you!

Don't pass judgment on my sexuality.

Oh, leave off. What, you slept with Woody?

No.

We never slept.

She know about this? Whitney? About her fiance?

Oh, chill out, Dad.

It was just a one-off. You know, they weren't together.

And it ain't a secret.

She's on the rebound, Teen. After Lee. It ain't been easy for her.

That's all she needs, isn't it? That tart messing her about.

-Overreact...much?

-That's a bit harsh, ain't it?

Look, Whitney can look after herself. It's no big deal.

Why's that, Mother? You had a go on him an' all?

It's not your business, Mick.

So I said to him, "That's not a problem,

"but he needs to make sure he's booked it by four," you know?

Right, so the Wiltshire project. The plan is...

Why didn't we know, Phil?

What?

Anything at all about Louise's life before. What happened with Lisa

and her mental health.

All the stuff that Louise could tell Bex but she couldn't tell us.

I told you, Lisa's always been a drama queen, ain't she?

Oh, has she? Bless her. Flaky little idiot.

It'll be her hormones, most probably.

Or just the fact that she's a girl.

Yeah, but she ain't, though, is she?

She's a middle-aged woman who still thinks the world revolves around her.

She makes her own choices.

She shoots people, she kidnaps sick kids

so don't get all bleeding hearts about it.

Lisa's one of life's victims.

She has a diagnosis, Phil!

A mental health team, medication.

That ain't my problem. And neither is she.

But she is Louise's.

You know, no wonder your daughter never wanted to talk about her.

And that's my fault, and all, is it?

Phil...

Phil!

Look, we need to call the police.

Lisa might not be here but we need them on side.

They need to know we're following the rules.

All right. Good idea. Well, you wait here.

She's my daughter, ain't she?

TEXT MESSAGE ALERT

Um...

I need to leave.

Yeah, sure. Any hassle, say you got my go-ahead.

No... I don't mean early, Josh.

First in, last out.

Not one foot wrong. Passed with flying colours.

It's very impressive.

And come September,

you'll have a level three certificate on your way to you...

-Keanu Taylor.

-OK.

You're an apprenticeship success story, Keanu.

Qualification through structured training.

Bags of valuable practical skills development,

career prospects greatly enhanced.

And you've been earning while you've been learning.

And you don't leave with a student loan weighing you down, do you, eh?

Smart lads like you are what keep me in business.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Am I leaving?

Your tutor at college didn't explain?

It's always the same over the summer holidays.

My hands are tied, son.

Minimum wage.

If I could offer you a job, I would, but I can't.

OK...

Well, you complete the course, you reach 18,

your price to me nearly doubles and I can't afford you...

Keanu.

I got overheads, you understand?

And come September I got a brand-new batch of apprentices all ready

and eager to benefit like you did.

I'll tell you what I can give you, though.

A cracking reference.

I'm an idiot.

I am a heartless, selfish person.

Josh, if you knew...

Where's this coming from?

Steven.

He deserves more than this. So much more.

We all do.

And every day that I'm here, I'm stopping us.

-Now what's he said?

-No. It's not him.

This is not his fault. It's me.

I'm the one that keeps looking at you. It's in my head.

I'm the one sitting here, wishing that things could be different.

So, Lauren? listen to yourself.

No, no. You don't understand. I can't.

This is not the life that I've got.

This place, you...

I know that you don't get it.

But...this is a fantasy.

Your world.

And...

I'm just not meant to be here.

You're resigning.

Yeah.

This is torture, though, ain't it?

Us being so close and there's no hope.

None?

I know that I said we were going to make this work.

I'm sorry for that, Josh.

Cos I was wrong.

Do I look like a stalker to you?

If I could just see a photograph of your daughter, sir?

Do you have a photo on your phone?

Or on you at all? As in she is your daughter, sir.

Just hotel policy.

I'm not a photo-on-your-phone sort of person.

Look, her name's Louise Mitchell. She's tall, she's got blonde hair.

Her mum's a bit darker. Shorter.

Trippy sort of woman, really.

Look, mate. It's been a long day, all right?

I'm knackered, I been worried out of my mind about her.

It's a straightforward question.

Are they staying here, or not?

Just one second, sir.

If I could just see some form of identification from yourself

before I release that information, sir. Just hotel policy.

Do you have any identification on you? A driving licence, passport?

Utility bill?

Ah! Yeah, as it happens, I've got a utility bill, a council tax bill

and a couple of other bits in the car. I won't be a second.

Very good, sir, right you are.

Hey, are we all right?

Course we're all right.

Look, I know you don't like him, but he's a nice bloke.

-Yeah.

-He is. He treats me right.

Listen, darling, I don't want to upset you.

It's the last thing I want to do.

Someone should tell you. Last time he was here...

-..he had a bit of a roll about with Tina and...

-Oh, I know.

-Oh.

-Everyone's got a past, ain't they?

Course they have. Course they have.

I'm going to go and sort the barrel store out

and put the prosecco on ice and probably bleach the carzies.

Do you know what?

Ain't nothing to do with me who you fall in love with, is it?

-So if you're happy, I'm happy.

-Yeah.

-All right?

Mick, would you walk me down the aisle, please?

You can say no if it's awkward, or if you don't want to.

It's stupid, it's just that Ryan, and Helen,

they're going to be on honeymoon.

I can't think of anyone else I'd rather give me away.

I'd be honoured.

Yeah?

Thank you.

Thanks, Mick.

Mick, why don't we go on holiday?

-What, me and you?

-Why not?

Time. Money. The fact that the last time you set foot in a caravan,

you set it on fire.

You're a pub landlord, Mick. Drinking in the morning.

-Golden rule.

-Shut up. This ain't nothing.

Well, I don't think Linda would see it like that.

HE KNOCKS ON DOOR

Excuse me, can you open the door, please?

Can you open the door? No, course you can't.

It's hotel policy I suppose, isn't it?

Lou. Lou, are you in there? Lou!

Lou, can you hear me?

Lou. Lou, please.

Please open the door.

Lou.

Lou...

Oh, thank God.

Are you all right?

Is your mum in there?

Go away, Dad.

Lou! Lou, what are you doing?

Lou! Lou!

Now every second that passes

is an extra second that my daughter is in there and in danger.

And anything... Anything, Dominic,

that happens to her while she's in there, I will hold you

personally responsible for. Now am I getting through to you?

-SHOUTING:

-Am I getting through to you?!

KEYS JANGLE

-Lou?

-Dad!

-SCREAMING

-Argh!

Right. Let's get this party started, hey?

CHEERING

It weren't me. It weren't me.

-Mum, it's all right.

-She told me. She told me.

Put the phone down, you mental cow.

-Call the police.

-Mum. Just give me the phone, please.

Devil on his shoulder.

-Devil on his shoulder.

-Tell Dave on security. Ambulance.

Put the phone down! Put the phone down!

Put it down!

-Oh, darling, look at the state of you.

-It's not her fault.

-It's all right, it's all right.

-Dad...

-It's all right, darling, I'm here now.

It's all right.

Has someone called an ambulance? Call an ambulance!

Darling, darling...

Oh, no.

No... No. What have you done?

-Devil on his shoulder. Devil on his shoulder...

-What've you done?!

Open your eyes, open your eyes! and you look at what you've done!

Now I swear. I swear, if she dies I will track you down.

I will track you down and I will break you, you stupid, weak,

-pathetic woman!

-Phil!

Well, what's the matter with you?

-They don't want me.

-Oh, darling.

That's all right, it's a waste of time anyway.

They don't want me, Mum.

Oh, come here. It's all right. Oh!

I moved some stuff around. Dad didn't mind.

I know Whit's your best mate so...

Hey, dance with me.

-I've already danced with you.

-Come on, dance with her.

-You'll have to get used to doing what you're told soon, mate.

-Oi!

She's not marrying me for my dancing abilities, are you, babe?

Have a dance.

-Has he been drinking since breakfast?

-He's all right.

How many have you had, Dad?

Dance with the bird.

What's the matter with you? Go on. She's asked you to dance, ain't she?

Calm down, Mick, mate, have a glass of water.

-What do you mean have a glass... Who you talking to?

-Mick!

Come on, you've had a skinful, old feller.

Let's get you up, come on.

-Lou. Louise.

-Is she breathing?

Yeah, yeah, she's breathing.

Lou, Lou, can you hear me?

Thank God. Come on, darling.

Come on, lets get you up, come on.

Come on, let's get you up.

I know it hurts. Come on, it's all right.

It's OK, Lisa.

It's OK.

No. No.

He hurts you, though. He hurts you.

Says you done terrible, terrible things. It weren't you.

Weren't your fault. Don't want to know.

Mum...

Yes.

Oh, yes, I am.

-Wherever I am.

-I want to go with Mum.

-No, no, no. You need to see a doctor.

-Mum, I promised!

Lisa, come on. Come on.

Hospital...

We go together.

Come on, come on.

Sharon...

are you mad?

What, "Mad, stupid woman"?

No, Phil. I'm not.

Now, do you really still think that none of this is your fault?

I should go.

Do you want me to go?

Cos I will, I'll leave. I'll get a job again.

I'll do anything, Mick, not to make you unhappy,

so do you want me to go?

No.

Right, well, then something's got to give, ain't it?

I know you don't want to talk about...

what happened with us.

So don't talk.

Just listen.

I love you.

You're my main man.

I know that you're the one I'm going to be running to

for the rest of my life.

Whether it's here or the other side of the world.

And if things were different...

If there weren't 20 years between us.

And Lee.

And if you weren't happily married to the best woman you've ever met.

But you are.

I think we both...

We both were in a bad place, weren't we?

Things got mixed up and...

You and me, us like that, it's...

It ain't real.

And going away...

..helped me move on.

I love you.

And you love Linda.

And I love Woody.

This is my home, Mick.

This is the only place that I've ever really felt like

I've fitted, you know?

But I will go.

I can't stay, not if we can't...

Not if we can't put this behind us. Not if you can't move on.

All I want is the two blokes that I love the most in the world...

..to be mates.

Can you do that for me, Mick?

I need you to decide if you can do that.

El...

I don't care what's going on there any more.

When you get this...

..come home.

Come home, now, please.

Or there'll be nothing to come back to.