01/03/2018 EastEnders

I turned over and you weren't there.

I've been thinking.

What if we went to the police?

-L...

-They'd put him behind bars.

You know, he'd be out of our lives.

If we go to the police, it will be suicide.

You know why.

Then the best thing we can do is...

..do nothing.

I need to get Ollie up.

Ooh, very dapper.

Listen, are you coming over with me early doors,

or are you going to wait for your mum?

All right. Please yourself.

They're all fine. I've just spoken to them.

Are you seriously going to keep this from Linda?

Knowing that he's threatened your kids.

Keep your voice down.

What choice do I have?

You know what she's like, she'll panic, she'll do something stupid.

Ollie's wet the bed again.

Oh, has he? Must be having nightmares. I'll go, babe.

No, no, no. It's OK, I'll do it. You open up.

She can't know.

There should have been three vans in total.

Three.

Billy, you're not listening to me.

Look, just tell me exactly how many deliveries actually turned up.

-Morning.

-Morning.

-Billy, stop talking.

-I'll be over in a bit.

-Just spoke to the fitters

and they're going to be at the club at three with the new sign.

Where did you get the suit?

Oh, remember that wedding last year?

-What?

-You just look...handsome.

You know this is a one day thing, right? Work experience.

As soon as we're up and running properly,

you can help out evenings and weekends, but that's it.

You know what day it is today, don't you?

Hello.

Jack?

You are aware your front door's been left wide open?

Billy.

So, what, the old sign going up today, is it?

Yeah, and we've got three vans' worth of stock arriving.

Well, listen, if you need an extra pair of hands...

-We're fine.

-That would be great.

-Well, do you want to get dressed?

-Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Heart attack at the wheel.

Killed instantly.

-Awful business.

-What? Who?

But he leaves a widow.

Nasreen. A doctor.

Not one of your PhD doctors, but a real doctor.

She must be heartbroken.

Masood, I want to see you settled.

-Out of this chair.

-I thought we agreed no dates.

That was three weeks ago -

and there you are still sat like Jabba the Hutt.

Don't you want a family, companionship,

someone to grow old with?

Someone to pick out some decent clothes for you, fix your hair?

Cook you a nice bowel of dhal?

Nah.

Oh, I give up, then.

Chachi, wait.

PHONE CHIMES

So what is it, another Inset day today, then?

No, anniversary of my dad's death.

All set? Let The Phoenix rise.

You can say that again.

Mummy's coming.

MICK!

Billy's just dropped another case of champagne.

I don't know why you're paying him when you can employ me...

..and why's Desperate Dan here?

Look, Jack used to run this place.

He's got plenty of money and time on his hands.

Yeah, and his eye on you.

Look, we've got a lot to get through today,

so either be a part of it or go back to school.

She died in this room, didn't she?

Hunter.

Must be a tough day for him.

He mentioned something earlier.

What, he talked to you?

"Talked" is a bit strong, but...

Look, maybe I should have a word with him.

You know, properly, man to man.

Yeah. Good luck with that.

This is my gaff. You don't come in here uninvited.

Do you understand what I'm saying to you?

You don't terrorise my wife and my little boy

without suffering the consequences.

Calm down, Michael.

I came here bearing gifts.

Couldn't very well give you that, could I, downstairs?

I'm a reasonable man.

This could be lucrative for all of us.

It's a gift.

A token of my appreciation.

I'll take it off the balance.

I don't want your drug money.

I just want you out of here.

No can do, Michael.

In fact, I am going to put another member

of our "customer service" team in the ladies.

Business is booming.

Don't test me.

I don't know why you put up with him.

Right, I'm just going to sign for all of this.

So how are you settling in?

New school, new home.

We really going to do this?

Small talk.

You remind me of my brother. Your dad would be proud of you.

You know, helping your mum out like this.

Yeah, he used to run this place.

Yeah, I know.

So, you know what happened then?

Listen, people do things.

All right? They get caught up in things.

Things they wouldn't normally.

I mean, look at my brother. Is he perfect? No.

But does that make him a terrible person?

Your dad did what he did...

..but that's not all your dad did.

What would you know about it?

I know what it's like to lose someone.

I've lost me mum, I've lost me dad.

I lost me wife.

You know, she used to work in this place.

Yeah?

What was her name?

Ronnie.

Do you know what someone said to me once?

Grief it's like this...stone.

At first, it's heavy, it's overbearing.

It weighs you down

and you don't think you're ever going to be able to shake it off...

..but over time, you know, it wears down.

It becomes lighter...

..and that stone is a stone you carry around in your pocket.

A reminder of the person you lost.

Read that in a book, did ya?

Yeah, well...

I don't even have a stone, do I?

I didn't know my dad.

You got this place.

This is how you know him.

Come on then, this stock ain't going to move itself, is it?

Just need to keep our heads down, let this thing run its course.

It'll all blow over. I'm going to go and change the barrel.

-Pint of ale, please.

-Yeah.

-Where's Mick?

-Changing the barrel.

-Why?

-Nothing.

-Shirley.

Gents' toilets.

Excuse me.

-Ow.

-What happened to that ear and nose trimmer I gave you?

-I'm not hitting on a grieving widow.

-Dead is dead.

-OK, fine, that's it. I'm done.

-Sit.

Right, that's enough. Out!

Can you hear me? I said out!

Linda.

Who's that?

-Robbie.

-Robbie, what are you doing?

A number two.

I thought you said you saw two lads head in here?

They must have scarpered.

Everything all right?

This has to stop.

Sorry.

I had a dodgy kebab. Went right through me.

What do you want?

Now, now. Manners maketh the man.

Got a little job for you.

Pop this in that coffin.

Seal it. Job done.

Zero risk.

Oh, what's this?

I was just hoping to make a down payment on my funeral.

Talk you through some options, shall I?

Why don't you pop it in an e-mail?

-And what is your e-mail?

-Tell you what, fax it to me.

I'm nearly finished.

He's got us trapped, in our own home.

-I will sort this.

-How?

How much longer are we going to let him get away with this?

You know, swanning around as if he owns the place.

I know, we have to keep our heads down.

He'll get bored.

And what if he doesn't? What then?

I'm going to figure something out. I promise.

No, it's Linda.

Can we meet?

Right. The sign's arrived.

The sign's arrived.

It's my job to tell her, I'm the manager.

No, Billy, I'm the manager.

Yeah. I know that.

Assistant manager to your manager.

-Is that camera ready?

-Yeah.

Oh, don't tweet anything until you run it by me.

You heard him.

Right, let's do this.

Come on, then.

THEY CHUCKLE

Oi.

All right, boys, when you're ready.

This could all be yours one day.

I wanted to call it The Phoenix.

Yeah, you and Peter Kay.

Well, you just want to forget everything about him.

This is not about your father. This is about branding.

Exactly. E20 - that name means something round here.

This is my club, it's not yours -

and it certainly isn't your father's.

No, cos you've already replaced him.

-What's that supposed to mean?

-Had him over the desk yet?

-What? Who are you talking about?

-Jack.

-I'm not sleeping with Jack.

I don't need another dad, I've already got one.

Billy!

-Billy!

-Yep.

Take that sign down.

-No!

-Take it down. Now.

Billy! No!

Call me when it's sorted.

Behind every great man.

Is a woman who's had enough.

Oh, that's a gift.

It's hush money and I don't want it in my house.

Well, take it into town, buy yourself something nice.

Does Michael know you're here?

I want you out of our lives.

OK.

What I propose is, let's speed this up.

The sooner you both repay what you stole from me.

We've stolen nothing.

The sooner you repay what you stole from me,

the sooner I will be out of your lives.

-Why won't you just leave us alone?

-Why don't you keep your voice down?

-Please, just...

-Keep your voice down.

Take the money.

And what if I don't? What then?

We know people.

Just remember that.

We know people.

I will have chicken and chips in a box...

..and you are paying.

DOOR BANGS

Oh...

Are you wearing my kurta?!

Why?

To impress a widow, apparently.

Chachi insists on sending photos.

She's upstairs on the phone, laying the groundwork.

Of course, I see.

I'm a 40-year-old man.

-40?

-You can add VAT to that.

-No, that's not the point.

The point is, I'm a grown man.

How I choose to look, to dress,

to speak to the opposite sex, it's not Chachi's business.

-No.

-It's not your business. It's mine.

-I didn't say a word.

-Good.

-Where are you going?

Out! And tell her not to send those photos!

Keys.

He's a good kid. He just misses his dad, that's all.

-He didn't even know his dad.

-Well, maybe that's the trouble.

No, that's not the trouble.

The trouble's not his dad, Jack, the trouble's you.

You need to back off.

What? Is that what you want?

Yeah, it is what I want.

Every time I turn around you're there.

The house, the club.

You're like a bad smell.

Look, you're upset. All right, I get it.

No, obviously you don't get it.

I don't need a man, Jack -

and if I did, it certainly wouldn't be you.

So, please, just stay away.

Where you been, L? You've been hours.

I needed a walk.

-What have you done?

-Someone had to do something.

Please tell me you haven't done anything stupid.

I went to give him his money back, that's all.

What? He's ruining our lives!

You have no idea what we're dealing with.

I know exactly what we're dealing with.

-Where's the money?

-I gave it back to him.

-Why?!

-What? Why are you so angry?

You see these. Two hundred shots a piece, these are.

He's conned the supplier and put it on our credit.

What? How is that even possible? And why would he do that?

To mess with us, that's why,

and show us he can do anything he wants.

That is the least of our worries.

I thought I was helping, Mick, I'm sorry.

-I'm sorry.

-No.

No.

I'm not going to let him get away with it.

Then what are we going to do?

We're going to go to the Old Bill.

Right, most of the dodgy wiring's been stripped out

but I'll need to come back tomorrow.

Listen, I know this is a bit of a liberty,

but you couldn't hang about for an extra hour for me could you?

-I gotta nip out on a house call.

-Mate, I'm shattered.

I know, but it's a young kid. Ten years old, leukaemia.

-Parents want to go through the plans. Do you mind?

-No. Yeah.

Course, course, course, go.

Ain't an easy job, is it?

We all do things we don't want to do.

Listen, I won't be long. All right? Thanks, I appreciate it.

You don't run a bar without picking up a few tricks along the way.

Just this once to remember your father.

Sorry about earlier, I know you were just trying to do the right thing.

I've been trying to protect you for so long...

..from the ugly truth.

We both know your dad wasn't a saint.

Yeah, but he was my dad.

Yeah, I know, but it's easy to worship someone you've never met.

-Is there a point to this?

-Yes, there is a point.

Steve Owen will always be your father.

He might not have been perfect, but he did give me you -

and for that we should both be very grateful.

To your father.

To Steve.

I've got something to show you.

Looks good, right?

Nancy. Hello, sweetheart.

How are ya? Nah, it's freezing here.

You what?

Who's called ya?

Well, what was his name?

Aidan.

I had no idea arranged marriages was still the thing.

You know, I thought they went out with...

Analogue radio?

Is that how you met your wife, you know, what's her name?

Zainab. No, not really.

I was the other man.

-You weren't.

-Yeah.

I was a terrible Muslim.

So...do you miss her?

Yeah, I suppose I do.

Maybe it's...

I don't know, maybe it's the idea of her.

You know, someone to go back home to, watch TV with.

-Know what I mean?

-Yeah, I know.

-Two cod and chips, please.

-Chachi ji...

Your uncle insists on fish for supper.

-Nice to not have to cook anything, eh?

-You know, I was thinking...

Maybe it's OK to send those photos after all.

I already did.

Yeah, and...?

Oh, right.

Not her type, apparently.

Salt and vinegar?

Here he is.

Are you gonna leave me on two blue ticks all day, or what?

Oi!

Cheers, darling.

Well, well, well.

Three times in one day.

The pleasure is all mine.

A large whisky and a drop of water, sweetheart.

In your own time.

What did they say?

Mick.

-We can't, L, all right? We just...

-Why not?

Well, you can serve him, then, cos I'm done!

Police, please.