05/02/2018 EastEnders

Morning.

Cheque, bank transfer.

Naturally, I'd prefer cash.

Any way you want to pay, really. Long as it's today.

Yeah, it's unlike Les not to say why he's coming.

All a bit mysterious to me.

Probably just in the area.

Or maybe he's come over to congratulate you.

Well, you said yourself, profits are up.

Come on, you two. Shoes on!

Be there in a minute.

-Unless it's something else...

-Like what?

Well, they're obviously very settled down in Worthing.

Maybe he's finally decided to sell up?

Les? Get out the death game?

His life wouldn't be worth living.

Well, they're not getting any younger, are they, Billy?

I mean, who wants to be thinking about funerals at their age?

Les knows that the business is in safe hands.

He trusts you.

Hey, Billy.

"Mitchell and Son".

I think it has a ring to it.

-TV:

-Hi, I'm Dan.

And I'm Ashley.

-And we're your new Daddy and Papa.

-And this...

..this is Sasha.

Say hello, Sasha.

Hello, Daisy!

You ready for the shops?

'And all three of us love you very much.'

We really can't wait for you to come and live with us.

We've loved playing with you at the Ahmed's...

Did I tell them she likes warm milk when she gets up at night?

Yes, you told them. Many times.

Do you think she was all right?

Well they didn't phone.

That's a good sign.

Two men? I don't know.

But you said you liked them.

And they're very good with Daisy, made her laugh.

But it's not all about tickling and making silly face.

What about when she grows up, becomes a teenager?

Well, it's not for us to judge.

Social services think they're the right couple for her.

Well, I'm off to the shops.

That was my favourite mug.

I'll buy you a new one. Soon as you give me the money.

What's puzzling me is, how did you get it from Ben?

Watched.

Waited.

Wasn't hard.

And Phil really doesn't know?

He's bound to find out.

Well, I don't intend hitting the West End any time soon.

That wasn't the point.

I just didn't want Phil getting in any deeper.

Getting banged up, beaten up...worse.

So you were saving him from himself? How sweet.

Well, job done.

Now you won't mind giving me the money back.

My son's in trouble, Sharon.

All I have to do is call Ciara and we all are.

But you haven't, have you? Why not?

Because, despite our differences, you and me, we go way back.

I'm giving you a chance here.

You even said so yourself, you don't need the money, you've got Phil.

Yeah, well people let you down.

Whatever they say. Whatever they promise.

And I'm not going to end up like Pat Butcher,

delighted if I can afford a G&T at the end of the week.

So... We good?

Yeah.

Come on, then.

You can't just ride this out.

If you think you can, you can't.

Ciara's not going to just drop it.

Well, if you think this Ciara's holding Hunter against his will,

why haven't you gone to the police?

It's the first thing I'd have done.

-I can't.

-No, because I reckon you're lying.

Ciara's my sister-in-law.

I was married to her brother for a long time.

Now, I'm trying to get out.

Only they're not the kind of family that let you go easy.

Look, getting that money back to Ciara is my ticket out.

I'll do whatever it takes.

I remember when my lot all came down with a bug at the same time.

Shooting out of both ends.

24 hours straight. Like something out of a horror film.

Oh, lovely.

Why don't I lighten your load?

Now you give me a score, and I'll sort this for ya.

And then I'll do as much ironing as I can in an hour.

It's a good offer.

Don't really work like it though, does it?

Most companies charge per item.

Yeah, yeah. For a reason. It's a fixed price.

You know what you're getting. You ain't got to pay

for unscheduled breaks.

Hey, I'm a grafter, me. See these hands?

-Can't keep still, it's the only reason I smoke.

-Yeah...

Half price? Seeing as it's you.

It's generous. It's a very generous offer.

But I'm sweet.

So my Linda, she'll be in to collect later.

Ta-da.

-I will tell him.

-You know where the door is.

What, you don't think I will?

I don't care what you do, or what you say.

-And neither will Phil.

-We'll see.

You still think you can flutter your eyelashes and blokes will fall hook, line and sinker?

Those days are long gone, darlin'.

What do you think he's going to do when he finds out you screwed him over?

-Put Ben in the firing line?

-Ben put himself in the firing line.

-The Phil I know...

-The Phil you know...

The Phil I know doesn't do details.

He only understands loyalty.

You're either with him or you're against him.

You think he won't throw you out on the street?

Get out of my house.

Believe me, this dump is the last place that I want to be.

But I'm not leaving without her money.

-My son...

-Your son is not my problem.

You think? If anything happens to him -

Don't you dare threaten me!

Turning up on my doorstep, spinning some story, begging for money.

What, and I'm supposed to hand it over.

It's the truth.

She won't hurt your son. He's family.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah - you're probably right,

just break a few bones.

I need that money, Sharon.

Fine. I'll just tell her that you're the one she should go after.

And trust me, you don't want that.

What about if you tell her it's gone?

That you don't know who has it, that you can't find it.

I mean, she can't have what doesn't exist.

-No, no - she will never go...

-I'm sure you can be very persuasive.

She won't believe me.

Fine.

What if I make it worth your while?

-A cut.

-A cut? You're serious?

Why not? You get your son back.

A bit of cash to get you out of the country. Out of Walford.

Say...80-20?

Or I tell her you've got it.

She'll tear this place apart, wherever you've stashed it,

she'll find it. and then you'll have nothing.

Or if I know Ciara, less than nothing.

60-40?

And if I say no?

It's her.

What's it going to be?

Right, Mrs Townsend's all ready for her viewing. Anything else?

Lenny and Lanky are on a pick-up at Mount View.

So, it is up to me and you to get this place shipshape.

Right. When's Les coming?

Lunchtime.

Detail, Jay. That's what this place runs on.

From the freshness of our flowers. To the shine on our shoes.

We have got to show Les that we are ON it, all right?

-All right.

-Go. Good boy.

What? What did she say?

She wants to see me.

So what are you going to tell her?

Look, 60-40.

But you don't say a word to her or Phil.

Mel?

She'll believe me more if it comes from you.

I'll get my coat.

I said "Mount View", not "Mount Place"!

-What is the matter with ya!

-Bill?

Get yourself over there, now! Idiots.

-Only gone to the wrong care home, ain't they!

-Listen, I hate to tell you this...

This is the one day where I need everything to run smoothly!

-Yeah, the fridges have gone off.

-What?

I went in to move Mrs Townsend down to the Chapel of Rest and...

-How many we got down there?

-Three.

Four, with the one the lads are bringing in.

-Listen, the thing is, mate...

-Don't panic! Wayne the engineer, he owes us a favour.

Yeah, well, it ain't just that. They're overheating.

Mrs Townsend's make-up is sliding all over the shop.

If them bodies are in there any longer, they're going to poach.

You sure you're up for this?

I can handle myself.

-And we read a story...

-The Rabbit Who Wants to Fall Asleep.

That book.

It's supposed to send children off to sleep in minutes.

-Not in this case...

-Did you follow her bedtime routine?

Absolutely. To the letter.

First night. Bound to be some hiccups.

It was fine.

We just - we need more practice.

Do you want to come and help me in the kitchen, Daisy?

-I'm making your favourite, kheer.

-Yes, please.

I didn't think she was allowed in the kitchen?

Under supervision.

I could supervise, too. If you don't mind?

Every one different.

Not one of them the same.

Aisha, she wouldn't wash, wouldn't go anywhere near water.

And Zak, well, he wouldn't talk to me for the first month.

Daisy wouldn't settle.

It didn't matter what we tried...

She was lashing out at us.

Then pulling her own hair.

We didn't know what to do.

She was crying all night for you and your wife.

That's just one night...

She's supposed to move in at the end of the week...

I'm exhausted already.

Smells good.

If this is your favourite, then I'll have to learn how to cook it, won't I?

Not too close.

Right, sorry.

Maybe you can help Daisy pick out some ingredients?

Yeah, yeah, sure. Come on then, trouble!

I mean, you know Daisy's history.

She's seen things that no child ever should.

But...hurting herself?

Well, change is always frightening.

It causes stress, it will take time.

All I want to do is make her happy, keep her safe.

Daisy doesn't know that. Well, not yet.

See, whenever she's trusted adults in the past,

-they have more often than not let her down.

-Yeah.

You know, it is important, if you're struggling, that you ask for help.

Dan won't want that.

He worries we're under extra scrutiny...

Well, that's all very well and good, but what about Daisy?

-THEY GIGGLE

-Yay!

I've had to move all them bodies by myself into the embalming room!

-Where you been?!

-Well, I thought this might help.

-Are you joking?

-What?

Jay, have some respect, will ya?!

-All right, where's Wayne?

-He's stuck in traffic.

Same as Beavis and Butthead! Look, it doesn't matter.

The bodies will be all right in there for now.

Let's just hope that Wayne gets here before Les does.

Mrs Eaton?! William Mitchell - pleased to meet ya.

This is my colleague, Mr Brown.

He's about to have an ice bath.

Cos he's in training...

..for the London marathon.

Raising money for all the...

..homeless orphans.

Jay, this is Mrs Eaton.

She's here to visit her sister, Mrs Townsend.

Oh! Right. Of course, yes.

There's no rush.

Why don't you come into my office and we'll discuss the order of service?

Can I interest you in a tea or coffee?

Seriously.

How long since any of your clobber last met a hot iron?

Oh, sorry, treacle.

-Linda's chucking up now.

-You leave this lot with me.

I'll have it washed, ironed,

and smelling like roses by first thing tomorrow.

See you, you're a life saver.

What did we say? Score?

-Thought you said half price.

-Up front.

Cash on the nose when the job's done.

Well, Wayne's nearly here. How much longer is she going to be?

First thing Les taught me.

PHONE Never rush a client.

-Unless the gases in them deceased are about to explode...

-Les has cancelled.

Wayne!

Wayne's here.

Tomorrow? No problem.

-Thank you.

-You won't regret it!

Half-price washing and ironing?

One time only, special offer.

Delivered straight to your door.

Interested?

Well, suppose it does mean I could

fit in a session of 'Legs, Bums, and Tums' before home time.

But I do need it back for tomorrow.

Taylor won't fail ya!

Well, my Billy's in for a promotion today.

-Ooh!

-I know. So, yeah. Why not? Thanks, Karen.

So I'll print up the Order of Service

and send it through for your approval.

-Yes, please. Thank you.

-No problem.

Well, I think that is what you call a result, Jay!

Hello, Billy.

I knew you wouldn't let me down.

Who's your friend?

This is Sharon. Phil's wife.

Sent you to do his dirty work for him, has he?

He doesn't know I'm here.

Pleasure an' all as this is, Sharon,

there's only one subject I'm interested in discussing.

Have you got my money?

There's been a problem.

Oh?

Ben took the money.

But someone must've taken it off him because he doesn't have it now.

And nor does Phil.

None of us know where it is.

-And how did you know Ben had it?

-I told her.

Ben called Phil, he was distressed. Sharon was worrying.

Look, Ben knows how much trouble he's in.

And where would Phil be now?

Sunning himself on a sandy beach somewhere, no doubt.

If my old man had had a payday like this,

do you think I'd be standing here dressed in high street?

Sharon insisted on coming and talking to you personally.

Look, Ben's a good kid.

But he isn't bright enough to pull off something like this.

Anyone could've got to him.

The money's gone.

We can't give you what we haven't got.

But you can give Mel her son back.

I like you, Sharon.

Different circumstances,

you and I'd be stood at the bar drinking cocktails.

I reckon we'd have had a good night.

-Coming in here, bold as brass...

-Where's Hunter?

He's gone out for a drive - with Robert.

I'm sorry, Sharon, I'm afraid your trip here,

well meaning as it is, has been in vain.

Melanie knows the score.

Simple exchange.

My money for her son.

Please help yourselves to a drink.

There's tonic in the sideboard.

If you'll excuse me, I've workmen all over the house.

Have to make sure they're not wrecking the place.

She knows we're lying.

She only knows what we tell her.

So to what do we owe the pleasure?

Not that you need an excuse to drop by.

Just...

I got a text from Les before saying that he's cancelled?

Les couldn't make it.

Sinuses are playing up.

Head like a vice.

He managed to get a last minute appointment with the doctor.

Here, Jay.

Make yourself useful, yeah,

go and get Pam some of her favourite biscuits.

Course I will.

Well, been looking at all the figures this morning.

All looks very healthy.

We know you're doing well.

Well, I had good grounding from you and Les, didn't I?

Les has had a complaint, Billy.

Right.

Yeah, yeah, I knew this.

Surprised you didn't get in contact sooner.

-All Les and I want is for you to be honest with us.

-I know.

I'm sorry, I should've come clean.

But I was - I was trying to raise the money to pay it back.

-Pay what back?

-Last year's tax returns.

Messed 'em up, didn't I?

Oh, Les sorted that out months ago.

Les knew he wasn't on the ball the year Paul died.

He's been in conversations with the revenue for months.

You needn't worry about that.

This complaint is far more serious, Billy.

It's from Giles, the cemetery manager.

Go on. Fill your boots! There's plenty more!

I'm stuffed.

The rate I'm going, be a weekly treat!

Don't move it! I've got me system!

Where am I supposed to sit?

-Want me to do some, Mum?

-No, you watch the film, love.

This lot? Take me two minutes.

Look, Mel, we just need to keep our nerve.

At least you know Hunter's OK.

I thought he'd be here.

Why would Ciara hurt him anyway? He's practically her nephew.

You haven't seen what she's capable of. I have.

She couldn't keep her eyes open.

She was exhausted...

Daisy will be all right.

The boys have good hearts...

Arshad?

She wouldn't settle for them. She was awake all night.

Why didn't they say so?

Well, they did... Well, Ashley did.

Dan's just worried that saying something will go against them.

I don't care about that! If they can't cope...

It'll all be all right.

It is to be expected.

Remember Sadiq? Hiding food in his room...

He was just scared that someone wasn't going to feed him ever again.

Now Daisy is protecting herself the way she knows best.

Dan and Ashley will just have to work it out.

Like we have to.

We must call the social worker.

If you think that's best...

I'll put the kettle on.

Giles called Les a few weeks ago.

Said he'd discovered a grave that had been exhumed illegally.

Terrible what cemeteries have to put up with these days, innit?

Do you hear about those Jewish graves got desecrated in Mile End recently...

It's why Giles put in CCTV last year.

He said the only reason he looked at this footage of this particular

night, was that one of the gardeners had mentioned some disturbed ground.

Took him a while to process the photographs.

Photograph?

-He reckoned it must've been you, Billy.

-Me?

What would I be doing in a graveyard in the middle of the night?

That's what Les and I want to know.

It's a hearse. In a cemetery.

Nothing unusual about that.

Mean, you can't even see who's driving. I mean, bit bald, perhaps.

Giles had the number plate blown up.

It's OUR hearse, Billy.

Which only certain people have access to.

Les, Colin and you...

It's not me, is it?

I mean, you can see it's not me!

It's not Les.

Colin was in Lanzarote.

You're the only other one with keys.

This was after hours, right?

I mean, what if someone took the keys, yeah,

used the hearse,

and then brought it back the next morning?

I wouldn't be any the wiser, would I?

Shortbread and fig rolls, Pam!

Reputation is everything in this business.

How do you think this looks?

If Les and Giles didn't go back so many years,

we'd already be facing legal action!

The only reason I'm here and not Les is because he is so angry.

I was worried what he might do, if you came face-to-face.

Well?

Billy?

I think we deserve some kind of explanation, don't you?

Well, ladies. Was there anything else? I've a lot on today.

Look, just give us Hunter and we'll leave you in peace.

Oh? Did I not make myself clear earlier?

Threatening kids.

Not exactly high class, is it?

I just want what's mine.

This has got to stop.

Now, I came here in good faith to sort it out.

But if you're not willing, well...

You ain't the only one with contacts.

It's a shame.

Just when I thought you and I were going to be friends.

PHONE

Hello?

Who's that?

Oi, numpty? You just butt dialled me!

Denny...

How did you get my son's number?

Tell her you didn't dig up a grave.

I can't...

Then you leave me no choice.

Jay?

I'm appointing you acting temporary manager with immediate effect.

-Hang on a minute...

-Pam, Pam, I know how this looks.

-But, please, you gotta trust me...

-We did trust you, Billy!

With everything we've ever worked for.

You let us down!

I take no pleasure in doing this, Billy.

You're sacked.

Family. Such a worry.

I think that's why I never had any kids of my own.

Knowing that something could happen to them.

Any minute.

Day or night.

Did you find the tonic?

If you come within five foot of my family...

Oh won't be me, darling.

It's never me.

Call Robert. I want to see Hunter.

And spoil the boy's fun?

Robert loves spending time with him.

I can't wait to spend some quality time with him myself.

Cosy chats.

Tell him all about his family.

His dad.

-Like I said...

-Sharon's got it.

The money.

She took it from Ben.

Finally.

Well, I've gotta hand it to you, Sharon.

You held out longer than Mel said you would.

Oh, Mel tells me everything.

She knows how much I hate a liar.

I should've trusted my gut.

Low-rent housewife going up against me? I was intrigued to meet you.

Mel gave you up the second she was onto you.

If you'd have cracked, like she said you would,

you'd have been none the wiser.

You bitch.