24/08/2017 EastEnders

DOOR OPENS It's you.

I'm honoured.

You seen Jay?

He ain't been home since Tuesday.

Ain't turned up for work neither.

It's nothing for you to worry about.

Is that right?

Then why is it that just before he scarpered off,

he told me you was a murderer?

I want the truth, Dad. Now.

-Listen, just keep out of it, all right?

-Phil!

Keep out of it!

What's all this?

Ask him.

What's it supposed to be?

A book.

Where is he?

I mean, trust your father to be late for your results.

Sorry, I'm here. I'm here. Sorry I'm late.

Just had to wait for cover for the stall. I am here.

-Finally.

-Let's do this.

Go on, sweetheart.

What is it, Bex?

Sorry, what are these numbers about?

It's a new system.

-Some of the grades have got numbers now.

-Right.

This is fantastic - I mean, you've passed every one.

I got a D in music.

Yeah, but you still passed, though, Bex, didn't you?

-I mean, you still get to go to sixth form.

-Exactly.

I mean, considering what you've been through this year,

-you have done brilliantly well.

-So you all expected me to fail?

No, of course not.

I got a D in music, Mum.

The one thing I was supposed to be good at.

Yes, but in the grand scheme of things, does it matter?

I mean, you got a 6 in English and a 4 in Maths!

-Where are you going?

-Out!

DOOR SLAMS

Oh, Lanky. I thought you'd be at the Bayley funeral.

Go on, go on a break, and go and get one of your special coffees.

-I'm here now.

-OK. Thanks.

MOUTHS: Thank you.

-DOOR OPENS

-Lanky?

Lanky!

Lanky?

Lanky, where the hell are you?

You know you're not supposed to leave the shop.

-We run a professional...

-DOOR SLAMS

I thought you'd filled that in ages ago?

Look, no wonder you ain't had an interview yet.

I mean, what you playing at?

The form doesn't work. Keeps logging me out.

-Keegan was meant to help me.

-Oh, don't you blame your brother.

Look, money don't grow on trees, all right,

and if you can't get a job, then you're going to...

Oh, Keanu, where you going?

If I'm so useless, why are you bothered what I do?

Oi, Keanu!

What did I say?

Oh, I can... I'm going to get you.

Whoa-ho-ho!

Whoa-ho! Wahey!

There you are.

Ah.

-Again! Again!

-Right, come on, you two, let's go.

You're going?

Janet didn't sleep very well last night

and Will got stung by nettles earlier

so I think it's best we go home.

Well, I saw some dock plants nearby you could use for the rash.

No, no, it's OK. We're better off at home.

Actually, you couldn't do us a favour? Look after all our stuff.

-Billy will be along later to come and pick it up.

-Yeah, sure.

-Cheers.

Right, come on, then. Let's go. Have fun, everyone.

-See you later.

-See ya.

-Bye.

-Bye!

Right, it's your turn now.

Oh, no, no, no, you don't. It's definitely yours.

Kids! Me or Ingrid?

You!

L, can we get a minute?

Later. Got customers.

-Mick.

-She keeps giving me the slips.

-Who?

-Who do you think? She just won't let me in.

-And you're surprised at that?

-You're not helping, Mother.

You've got to pull something out the bag, Mick.

Something she likes, make a fuss of her. Anything.

Is your sister going to join us?

I don't think that Kim thinks it's that big of a deal

but I've texted her.

-Although I'm not expecting much...

-EXCITED SCREAMS

There's the lady of the hour!

Congratulations, my girl!

Well done, well done.

These are for sharing, yeah. Chocolates. So, you all right?

-What are you having?

-It's all right, I'm already here.

But you can get the next one in.

OK, fine, but let me tell you something, sister.

We are here for the long haul, OK.

So Vincent has got Pearl

-and Patrick has got a drinking game from Jamaica!

-Yeah, man!

Plonk yourself. I'll be right over.

All right.

-What can I get you?

-Cheers.

Two white wines, a rum and a bottle of beer, please, Linda.

Celebrating?

Yeah, yeah. I passed my GCSE, Grade 9.

-I got top marks.

-Oh, that's fantastic news.

I remember when my Johnny passed his GCSEs.

I was on cloud nine for weeks.

He was happy too, of course.

I was, like, relieved, mostly,

that I've finally got it out of the way.

I'll tell you what, there were plenty of times I felt like

giving it all up but, you know, it was worth it in the end.

What... what made you stick with it?

Even though it was hard, I mean?

I dunno. If something's worth having,

you find a way, don't you?

Are you OK?

Yeah, absolutely. These are on the house.

Oh, cheers!

Didn't know you were into vinyl.

Costs a bit.

Mum gave me some cash. I did better than she expected.

Weren't hard.

I bet you nailed it, didn't you?

I did OK.

Aced it, you mean.

Look, Mum's going to try and get me some work experience at the council.

Once you do well, it's even more hard work.

Isn't that your mum?

I'll meet you in the caff.

Mum, what are you doing here?

Shopping.

I'm just looking out for you, that's all.

What do you think I'm going to do?

I don't know. I don't understand why you're so upset.

-If you talk...

-Exactly! So will you please just...

Yeah, I think...

Not again!

Oh! Why's it not working?

-Let's take a break. Come back to it after lunch, yeah?

-OK, yeah.

You still messing about with them plant holders?

They're supposed to be easy to fit. I think we'll have to pay someone.

-Oh, no, we won't.

-Let's discuss it over lunch, shall we?

All right.

Excuse me!

DOOR CLOSES

-Tune!

-MUSIC: Daddy Cool by Boney M

Yes.

This is for all you ladies, you disco ladies.

Tomorrow night we're having the original Ladies' Night, yeah,

right here in The Vic.

Hosted by my sophisticated mama, Linda Carter.

We'll be getting the bubbly out

and the first glass is free.

Yes, it is.

I think you'll find tomorrow night,

everything is going to be all right.

I didn't ask you to do that.

You like a big show. I thought you'd love it.

Well, not any more.

And there it is.

Do Ricky. Do Ricky.

I don't know about Ricky.

Doesn't really wash, do you?

Yuck.

Let's have a little look. Where is it...?

There it is.

Do we get to keep the money?

No, you don't. Go and play. Go on, do one.

So hard to please, that one.

Oh, I don't know about that. They seem happy enough.

So, come on then... how do you do it?

Well, I can't tell you. It's trade secrets.

All right, then.

So you put it in your right hand.

The centre of your right palm.

Cover it with your left.

Get someone to blow on it.

It was never there.

What's your bank details?

DRILL WHIRS LOUDLY

Keanu, stop messing with that thing and give me your card.

Things never come easy for us, you know.

I mean, God knows I'm not raising scientists or lawyers

but, you know, I thought you'd have a little bit more savvy.

I have been trying, Mum.

I thought I was going to get a mechanic's job.

Yeah, I know.

But when things don't work out and believe me, they never do,

you know, you've just got to keep going for it.

Even if you're entitled to something,

you've still got to fight for it.

You understand?

Yes, Mum.

DRILL WHIRS

What are you doing here?

I heard you were feeling low.

How did you know...?

Oh.

-My mum called you, didn't she?

-I'm sworn to secrecy.

I am so sorry.

She should never have bothered you,

especially after your gran and everything.

She always takes things too far.

Hey, these are looking all right, aren't they?

Depends how you look at it, I suppose.

When I was your age, my mum used to yell at us all the time.

Except she called it motivational speaking.

They all have their own way.

Yeah, Malaga 9pm?

Yeah, I'll take it.

Right, yeah, my passport.

Um, bear with me.

I'm just going to go upstairs and grab it.

I wasn't expecting straight "A"s but I always thought music was my thing.

Turns out I'm not even average at it.

This grade's going to follow me around forever.

Not unless you let it.

-You ever heard of Miles Davis?

-The jazz guy?

Jazz LEGEND.

He says it's not the note you play that's the wrong note -

it's the note you play afterwards that MAKES it right or wrong.

Mum, really? Again?

I just came to check on you.

See how you were getting on.

And I've had a little idea...

What if Gethin here, Mr Pryce, tutored you in music?

I don't think it's necessary.

Bex has done well enough to study music in college.

It's for her confidence, more than anything else.

-Hello? I am here, you know!

-And am I wrong?

Bex needs to know she can believe in herself.

Like we believe in her.

I'll pay you - it'll all be above board.

-It's not that...

-It's better that she gets the support she needs

from someone she trusts.

Someone we both trust.

How can I say no?

You, Gethin, you're a godsend.

You're like the teacher equivalent of a knight in shining armour.

Why would anyone want to steal a plant holder

and a broken one, at that?

Love, will you just leave it? We're here to celebrate, remember?

-Oh, Linda, sorry. Keep the change.

-Thank you.

We have paid the reservation fee on the flat. Life is good, yeah?

Are you going to forgive him?

What?

Well, flowers have come to my rescue many a time with women.

You know, wives, mums... Always works.

You haven't bought me any in a while.

-I haven't needed to.

-Well, I will be the judge of that, thank you.

Here, Jane. For Walford in Bloom.

-No. No, you don't need to do that.

-I want to.

-All right?

-Yeah. Good.

You disappeared.

Just had to, you know, clear my head.

Going out again?

Only up the gym. There's a new one opened up on the high street.

-Thought I might get a free session in.

-Oh, right. I'll come with you.

-No, not this time.

-You ain't running off again.

-Get out of my way.

-Nah. Not until you start talking.

-I'm warning you, Ben.

-Or what? You going to deck me?

I'd like to see that.

I'll put these in the car, shall I?

We shouldn't have done that.

I'm so sorry, Jack.

I didn't mean to...

lead you on.

Do you want me to...

to work my notice?

No.

Look, I'm sorry. It's got nothing to do with you.

You're fine. It's me.

Look, can we just forget it happened?

Yeah.

I don't care about a poxy letter.

You ain't walking out of here without explaining to my face.

-Trust me, you don't want to know.

-Yes, I do.

Are you angry because you think the car lot's somehow tainted

-by what Dad did?

-You could say that.

Oh, come on, Jay, give me something here.

Whatever it is, we can sort it out together.

He killed my dad.

Jase? That can't be right - Dad weren't anywhere near that.

Jase wasn't my real dad.

That man...

who died in the car lot fire?

He was my real dad.

And your dad...

Killed him.

Bruv...

..I'm so sorry.

My whole life...

..it's all just been one fat lie.

That's why he wanted you to have the car lot.

-Guilt.

-There you go!

Daddy does love you after all.

Car lot's all yours, "bruv."

Look, I don't care about that. Don't be stupid, Jay.

Is that why you disappeared?

I needed answers.

So I went up to Slaithwaite to find my grandad.

But he's on his holidays in Spain so that's where I'm headed.

Find out who I am.

Spain?

You're coming back, though, right?

Ooh! Yes. Aww, thank you, sweetheart.

Yeah, yeah, Mummy loves you too.

Bye-bye. Bye.

That was Libby.

My Oxford-educated daughter,

who was congratulating moi on my GCSE.

Well, she must be very proud. And thankful too.

Now she knows where she got her academic talents from.

Yeah, yeah, that's right. And you know what?

I am proud of myself too.

Because everyone round here,

they all thought I was silly going back to school.

Well, next stop, university. Oxford, maybe?

Why, yes, sir. Lead the way!

Maybe home first?

That's a very good idea.

Michelle, wait.

What are you doing here?

I saw you on the train.

I didn't know if I should...

I wanted to say I was sorry.

I know I don't deserve it... Would you give me another chance?

You just disappeared. I know when I'm being messed about.

-I'm not a teenager.

-Please, I'm not playing games.

The truth is...I was scared. I am scared.

You're the first person I've met since my wife died

and I felt guilty.

But it was my problem and I didn't want to make it your problem.

I took a secondment to Milton Keynes, head office.

Thought a change of scene would help me sort myself out and it did.

-Tom, I...

-Look, don't say anything now.

But perhaps we could have a drink some time?

Just think about it?

-What?

-Look.

Who did that?

Oh, mind my toes.

All I'm saying is you've got the answers you need.

Dad wouldn't admit to something like that if it weren't the truth.

So this Spain stuff is just you running away,

when you should be staying here. Facing it.

What for, eh?

I mean, I don't belong here. I never did.

Phil robbed me of the one thing I always wanted.

And all this time I've been so grateful to him, you know,

for taking me in. What a nice bloke, I thought.

When really my life was never supposed to be here.

But it is now. You've got a job, a home, mates.

Yeah, and every single one of them things

have got Mitchell written all over them.

Including me?

You're hating on Dad, Jay... I get it.

You've every right to but why's that got to affect me and you?

It just does, right? I'm alone. And I always have been.

The only blood I got is me grandad.

So that's it, is it?

I thought we were brothers.

Leave it out, Ben.

You couldn't stand the idea of me getting that car lot.

-Brothers? Really?

-That was nothing to do with you.

It was about me and Dad and what he thinks about me.

Yeah, and that's just it, innit?

All Phil has to do is click his fingers and you come running.

I've got your back, Jay, you know that.

Come on, Ben, you would sell me

and anyone else just for one kind word from Phil and we both know it.

No!

-You don't get to say that and then leave.

-Get off me. Get off!

THEY BOTH SHOUT AND GRUNT

-What do you do that for?

-I didn't mean it. All right?

Yeah, do you see that, do you?

You ain't going to be seeing for a week.

THEY BOTH START LAUGHING

-Is he all right?

-He ain't settling.

-Give him here.

-He says he wants his daddy.

Let's have a cuddle. Come on, then.

Oh, Linda, can I get, please,

a red wine, a pint and a lime and soda

for my very talented daughter, please.

Celebrating results?

Yeah. The very best.

I'm afraid we're going to need to see some ID, aren't we?

Because they look far too young to be in here, don't they?

Yes, they do.

Right, are you going to help me?

Get the lemon. That's it. Put it in the glass.

There we go, let's get another one an' all.

Let's get another one. Put that one.

And then you put that one in that glass like that. Yeah.

Yours better be hurting more than mine.

Make you feel better, would it?

A bit, yeah.

So what was in that letter?

You'll never know.

Don't want to.

Beer and a game?

Beer and a game.

I'll put this back then, shall I?

You can get me slippers as well, if you want.

Get lost.

Sure you don't want any more help?

-No, no, it's OK, you go up.

-Here, Mother.

We did good tonight.

You and Ollie make quite a team.

He's missed you.

Why do you have to make it so hard?

-L, I didn't...

-I want to be mad at you Mick.

You know, I want to punish you for as long as I can.

But I can't.

If anything, it's me I'm angry at.

For not being able to stay angry at you.