28/12/2017 - Part 2 EastEnders

MACHINE PRINTING

No, my husband told you when we booked that we need you

moving us out, first thing on the third.

Yes.

Who's took my stickers?

Yep, yep. A couple of wardrobes.

A double bed. Telly.

-Watford. He gave you a list.

-MUG SHATTERS

Damn it!

No! No! Not unless you're going to balance it on the roof!

Argh!

For heaven's sake!

Mick?

Mick?

We'll start again.

Share a house, if you want.

Least while the baby's little.

I'm pretty good at night feeds.

I'll help out, if you'll let me.

I've just been so self-obsessed, Abi.

Hell bent...

We'll turn it around. We've got a second chance.

Just need a sign.

So I can tell Dr Harding.

So Lauren's got something to get out of bed for.

Can you squeeze my hand?

Abs, please, squeeze my hand.

That's a good girl.

It's going to be better now.

Just open your eyes, Abi.

You'll see.

Don't count your chickens, but I think I got rid of them all.

Lily's watching that Cinderella thing upstairs and Arthur

and Hope are having a nap. At the same time.

I reckon if we're quiet, then we've got a full ten minutes.

Nah.

I realise I should have gone through the agency,

but I just thought I'd try the direct approach.

Well, yes. Yeah. Yeah, I know your pub.

We're literally 20 minutes down the road.

Yes!

Yes, of course. Um, I'll just see if I can find him.

(Wait, wait.)

(What?)

(We don't want to look desperate.)

(We ARE desperate.)

No. We're highly desirable experienced landlords.

MOUTHS

It's a shoo-in, my darling.

Er, Mick Carter.

Yes, um.

About your vacancy...

It'll be all right, love. Something'll turn up.

-Something always turns up.

-Yeah, loan sharks. Bailiffs.

We haven't had the RSPCA come over for a bit.

-I've got it sussed.

-There you go.

Sussed, see? What?

Right, I've spent all the Christmas money my nan sent me, quid that I

found on the floor, and a fiver for helping Donna with her late stock.

Scratchcards!

-Genius.

-Yes, actually.

£20 winnings. Your birthday. Remember?

-Got the luck.

-Some people just got the luck.

15 chances to win. Definite win. Triple pay-out.

-Pay load. It says pay load.

-I ain't scratched none of them yet cos I ain't got a penny now.

I ain't got a penny. Anyone got a penny they can lend?

There's always something horrible.

I think I've got anxiety.

Got my timer running and all.

56 minutes till the bailiffs.

If Mum goes to court, the boys will legit end up in care, Kandice.

She can't pay back a grand.

We'll be on the street!

Be hobos!

Cos now I ain't got my straighteners,

-my hair's already wrecked!

-You just need a lighter conditioner.

Listen, you're the daughter, darling.

Not the mother.

She ain't that lucky, Auntie Kandi.

Oh, my sister's always done that.

Blaming it on the stars or the fairies, or some other bugger.

It's Karen's judgment, not her luck she's got a problem with.

No, Berni. I'm sorry.

I'll buy you that breakfast.

I ain't even hungry.

Look.

I'll give you 20 quid, sweetheart, and I'm glad you called.

But your mother is rude and she's thick as!

I can't cough up for every crisis.

Look, I know you don't want to hear a bad word, but this is

about way more than where she sticks a turkey drumstick, Bernadette.

Your mother wouldn't know a good decision

if it slapped her round the face and sorted out her bra straps.

Mwah.

I think you're having some kind of breakdown, young lady.

-Quite possibly.

-Kathy Beale! Really!

Slandering your poor father like that. At a time like this!

Well, I'm not signing any document based on tittle tattle

and hearsay and your sudden desire to play fairy godmother.

I'm not playing at anything.

You do not have the power to compel me,

so I suggest you go and have a nice lie down.

You knew, didn't you?

Mum told you.

You knew!

It was a long time ago.

Your father always seemed eminently respectable.

Abusers usually do, Uncle Hugo.

I've got the files from the safe.

I've kept all of them.

Except for the one on him.

I've got enough information to ruin this company. Everybody.

So, please...

Please, do the good thing.

Just sign.

No, I'm not saying that we fraudulently sign

paperwork as a rule...

Um...

Um...

I'm going to be straight with you.

The state the Vic was in, erm, the amount of debt we got in,

you know, it was...

(Stop it!)

We didn't er... We didn't read the small print.

Oh. Yeah. Fine, good luck with that(!)

Oh, no. One more thing before you go. I had a pint in your gaff once.

One word. Tepid.

So... That's...

What?

What? That's you, that is!

With the piping! Give me performance anxiety and all that!

Ahem.

How is this my choice? You don't want to touch me.

You know what? Not right now, no. Call me old-fashioned.

-You can't even talk to me, Martin.

-Well, what did you expect?

What part of your brain was still working when you were sleeping with Max Branning?

I mean, how did you think this was going to play out? Hey?

That I was just going to forgive and forget because I love you SO much?

Because that ain't love, Stace.

And I ain't a mug.

I get it. Not everyone is perfect, of course.

And I adore you.

But we weren't together when you fell pregnant by Kush

and everything that happened around Arthur being born, I mean...

It wasn't your fault. You didn't choose that.

You chose Max Branning.

And just because the kids are my priority,

it doesn't mean it's all just going to go back to normal

because that's what you want to do now, I'm sorry.

What is "normal" exactly, Martin?

Go on, what is normal to you?

What, going to work, having an hour for lunch, leaving your socks

-and your towel on the floor?

-Oh, come on. I pull my weight.

No - leaving your stuff in the sink, hyping the kids up before bath time

and then sodding off to football practice again?

Who wrapped all the Christmas presents, Martin?

Who stayed up till midnight? Who hid them?

Who lugged them back on the bus?

Who worked out how much we could afford to spend?

I wanted Hope. I want Hope. I want all my kids.

And I knew what to expect, having another child,

but I did not know what it was going to be like,

having a premature baby, a son with Brugada,

and a massive house to sort out, and where are you?

What has actually changed for you, Martin?

What, you've got to sell a bit more fruit and veg

and you've got another kid to kiss at night?!

-Do you think that's all I do?

-Why did I sleep with Max?

Do you want the truth, Martin? I don't know!

I don't know! Maybe...

Maybe cos I'm sick to death of being stuck in here with three under-tens.

Maybe cos there's five of us and I always come last.

Do you know? I don't even...

I don't even know the last time I finished a cup of coffee or

went for a bath without someone crying.

Or went to the toilet without someone banging on the door.

We have become so focused on them three! I miss you!

I miss us.

I'll tell you what, why don't you not say any of this?

Just go and cheat on me, Stace!

Maybe I just felt like for five minutes, it was just about me.

Instead of having one more thing to tick off my list.

-That's what us having sex is, is it?

-Oh, Martin! You don't listen!

No, go on! Something for you to just tick off the list!

When is this going to stop?

When are you going to stop looking at me like that?

-I don't know.

-What if it never happens?

What if you never forgive me? What, is that best for the kids, is it?

Having a mum and dad faking their love for each other?

I'm not going to live like that, Martin!

Not for me, not for you, and not for our kids.

I told you that I weren't doing the drama!

And you have dragged me into some Max Branning drama!

The man is toxic.

And you're telling me honestly that you cannot hack

sticking around to see how this works out?

Well, you know where the door is.

One last job, Max?

OK. Yeah, that's brilliant. Um...

Thank you very much.

-L?

-Yeah?

-I'm just going to take the dog for an eyelash.

Ah, yeah. Course you are, darling. Yeah.

We've got to keep a hold of our priorities.

Wouldn't want packing up or moving or finding a job to

get in the way of the dog's bladder!

SHE SIGHS

-We have to be realistic.

-Look at you, all grown up.

No, the best we're going to get around here is a bedsit. Yeah?

One of us on the settee and a toilet off the kitchen.

You can sell it all you like. I do not want to live with you.

-You need a proper job.

-Yeah?

You reckon?

With my brilliant IT skills and references from my family,

I was considering going into politics, but then I thought,

hm, why don't you do one of those over 50s apprenticeship schemes?

You know what, Teen?

20 years ago, I was in touching distance of my pension.

Now I've got to retrain as a welder or whatever and do it until I'm 70.

I've been offered something.

Live-in cleaner.

Result.

In Cardiff.

Do they know you need training?

I've won!

Shut up!

-Where you been?

-I've won, Mum!

-He's got three.

-He's got three!

-And a crown!

-He's got the crown!

-In your face, bro! In your face!

How much? How much?

A grand.

-£1,000?

-All right! All right, you don't have to flap about it.

Well, go on, then. Hurry up. Quick! Get down the shop and get paid out!

Lucky! Proper lucky, kid!

-You know, no more hiding. I'll meet you at home.

-We can go home.

I will put the heating on.

-How long?

-Oh, now my timer's a good thing?

-How long till the bailiffs come?

-29 minutes.

-I'll run.

-29 minutes!

I feel like such a fool.

I spent so much time trying to get his approval that

I forgot to actually think for myself.

Such an idiot.

What, so your dad went back to the office, you called the police,

and then he had a heart attack?

My poor Mum, Max.

It's OK, you can talk to me.

-I'm sorry.

-Sh.

-I'm sorry.

-Don't be silly. You don't have to be sorry.

I'm here for you. I've always been here.

I still love you.

Come on, Max.

We both know you say that to every woman you've ever kissed.

And you need a friend, you don't need a lover.

And we need to try and put things right.

Right.

-Do you want a hand, Ted?

-Oh, cheers.

-What took you?

-Two minutes.

-Go on, then.

-We have literally got two minutes left.

Show us what a grand looks like in cash.

I never got decimal points.

-Oh!

-What?!

I read it wrong, all right? I read it wrong.

BEEPING

BANGING AT DOOR

Look, if they cart us off, make sure you stay together.

Come here. Come on.

Thanks.

You got us out of a hole.

Yup.

Maybe I've been a bit...harsh.

Maybe.

Past in the past?

OK.

Brilliant!

One stupid drumstick, you know. It's gone on too long.

That's Malcolm for you. Cos you never used to be so up yourself.

What?

You shouldn't have kids, Karen, if you can't look after them.

I'm offering you a chance to buy back the Vic.

What is this, Groundhog Day?

-You get the freehold for what you sold it for.

-What?

What, 150 grand?

-Yeah.

-No!

-Let's not be too hasty.

Maybe we can make this work.

-What?!

-I can give you a month to pay it back.

-Weylands don't make a penny.

-150 grand?!

150 grand?!

Right now, sweetheart, we couldn't raise that in Monopoly money!

And I ain't got the energy.

-We'll think about it.

-No, Mick!

You can do what you like! This was my forever home.

First proper home we owned. Worked for years to get it.

You, your dad, your nasty, vicious little mind games,

calling yourself a business?! You should be ashamed!

-I am ashamed.

-Yeah, well, too little way too late, darling!

Trust me!

What goes around comes around.

Mark my words, you will get what is coming!

And I would rather sleep in a box than give you one more penny!

Fi.

We just going our own way now?

Good luck.

Good luck.

MOBILE RINGS

Hello?

Speaking.

You all right, Dr Harding?

Yeah, course. I'll come now.

I ain't the one so messed up I got to send my kids out begging!

-Auntie Kandi...

-Tears, Karen.

-Sorry, Berni, but actual tears coming from her actual eyes.

-What?

-Mum, it...

-That was my conservatory money.

-All right then. Have it, then!

-Go on, have it back!

-Will you two pack it in?

You are so embarrassing! You are so embarrassing!

I think you'll find THAT was embarrassing.

That was proper embarrassing.

Must be related.

LAUGHTER

Eh? Definitely a Taylor!

RINGS DOORBELL

Sorry.

-Never kid yourself you know what goes on in a woman's mind.

-Yeah.

And never spend more than five solid days in a row with them,

even on holiday. If you can't get out, get an illness.

And never underestimate the value of a watertight shed.

Cheers.

Most of the blokes up here don't like gardening.

They've just been married a long time.

That's a bit cynical, isn't it, Ted?

Yeah. Yeah, it is a bit.

Well, that's what 59 years, three kids

and hundreds of disappointments does.

It takes the edge off.

See, the key to a long and happy marriage is voluntary deafness.

Oh, and never criticising her fritters.

-You criticise Joyce's fritters?

-What was that, son?

Nah, speak up.

You'd... You'd miss her if she was gone, wouldn't you?

Course I would!

It'd be like losing an arm!

She's my best mate.

No, that's not right.

Where's Tanya? My ex-wife. She should be here for this.

You know, she's moving her eyes. She's blinking.

I'm trying to explain, Mr Branning. That's not a...

-It's an involuntary reflex.

-Sorry, what does that mean exactly?

-I'm so sorry.

-No, no.

Mr Branning, the test results are conclusive.

To all intents and purposes, her fall from the pub roof...

No, I'm not hearing this.

Mr Branning, Abi has zero chance of regaining consciousness.

Abi is brain stem dead.

It's my fault. I messed it up.

I can't stay here any more.

Come on, baby.

I've tried so hard to be what you wanted.

I thought it was my job not to upset you.

I was always so scared about how you'd react.

Your nastiness and your put downs.

Like being in control is the same as being loved.

If you had just once reached out your hand...

I've given up trying to make you like me.

Cos you know what? I think I'm all right.

I've got a heart.

And I've still got time to turn my life around.

Oh, all medical bills should be

charged to Weylands private health care.

I'm going to be out of the country for the foreseeable,

so in the event of an emergency, the board should be contacted.

Can I ask, are you the daughter?

-Sophie? Only, it can be a comfort...

-No.

A family member, at this late stage...

We're not related.