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A: Morning! Z: Morning, Afia. Eh, Tamwar, can you look after your brother? I shouldn't be too long.
I've got a training session at the Minute Mart. How complicated can it be, huh? Doing something that Heather Trott can do?!
T: Mum this is crazy. You've already got a job. Z: Just helping Denise out, that's all!
M: Hiya!
Double time all weekend. Got another shift this evening, too.
T: What, the post office is open on a bank-holiday?! M: It's a sorting office, Tam. It's always open, you know that.
Z: That's wonderful Mas, really wonderful.
I'll see you later.
M: Right! I've got to get my head down.
T: I'm offically... I'm offically the worst son ever, I look at them working like dogs... A: You're not.
T: Well no! Why am I letting them pay for a wedding that we don't even need?!
If they could just concentrate on the restaurant- A: Tam, we've been over this!
T: No I can't cope with it I can't cope with the guilt I can't sleep I can't eat I've got it hanging over my head all the time
A: Well then, let's just tell them? Yeah?
D: You know, I've got a good mind to 'phone in sick. Fifteen times Heather told me that she was in charge yesterday...
Fifteen times. I'm the manager! Y: I could always write you a doctor's note? Take you out in London? Spoil you?
D: I can't. I'm needed at the shop and Heather's going to be running Zainab's induction.
Y: I still don't understand why she's working there. It's not as if she's the manager is it? I mean she's got Kamil the stall
D: Yeah, well she needs the money. It's not like the postman's wages are great.
Y: You know, I saw Masood this morning. It was odd. He was giving Phil Mitchell an awful lot of money.
H: It's not bad for a first attempt. I'll give that six out of ten. Z: Six?!
H: Yeah, 'cause you didn't "front" them.
It's when you get the oldest item and- Z: And put it at the front! I know what 'fronting' is!
H: Yeah, well you didn't do that, did ya? And can you not do that?! Z: What?!
H: Frown! I mean it puts the customers off. I mean, you know, you need to smile, you know. So they want to shop here!
Now, let's try it again, and see if you can get ten out of ten.
Oh! Em, look, the suppliers rang. They've got a query. D: Well Patrick left you in charge. You deal with it.
C: Yeah well, it's my turn to cook! S: If it's chicken I'm doing it. C: Haha, food fascist!
T: I know we should have told you. A: We both know... We should have....
T: Um, yeah. Bit embarrassing that we didn't really. Eh, but...
We... got married.
A: To each other. Obviously. We're not totally mental.
T: Um, about... three weeks ago? Which I think, when you get over, um...
A: ...The initial shock. T: Yeah. A: ...Is possibly quite a good thing!
T: Yeah, 'cause, you know, now you don't have to worry about our wedding.
Or our honeymoon, 'cause we're already married. A: We don't need... We don't need a honeymoon. Just our own room.
T: And, um.. we're, sorry.
A: Very, very sorry.
T: Well, I mean, I'm sure we'll all sit down and laugh about it someday!
Well?
M: I'll look after Kamil. Can you go to the stall?
T: We're in it together.
J: There you are. They should cheer the old trout up!
Z: Okay. One pound twenty. H: 'Please'...
Z: One pound twenty, 'please'!
'Thank you'.
'Have a nice day'.
J: Spending it with my grandma? I seriously doubt it.
[computer beeps] H: Oh!
Oh, I don't believe it! Z: What? H: I don't believe it!
Shirl? Shirl! It's me, listen: meet me back home, yeah?! Z: Uh...
H: Yeah, I've got something to tell ya!
Z: That woman is an idiot! D: Just think of her as a large over-excited puppy.
How's Masood? Z: Busy, work.
D: That for Phil, is it? Z: Huh?
D: Oh, so he's not working for Phil then? Z: Why would you think that?
M: Didn't Heather play nice?
Z: Why would you get changed into your uniform before you came home? M: I don't know what you're talking about.
Zainab? What are you doing?
Zainab, that's mine. Z: Let go! M: Zainab!
Z: Why would you give Phil Mitchell money, hmm?
Is it drugs? Has he got you dealing drugs?!
M: No! No. Z: Well then, what?
Mas!
M: Why can't you just trust that what I'm doing is the right thing for us, for our family?
Z: What is it exactly that you are doing?
M: I'm working for Phil Mitchell. I paid him off and I'm just earning a little extra, that's all. Z: Doing what?
M: I'm playing poker for him.
But it's alright Zee, there's no risk, eh, it's Phil's money!
And, you know, he's putting up the stake and I double it, and I treble it. It's so easy. Z: Gambling...
M: It's reading people, Zee: Seeing who's excited, seeing who's nervous- Z: It's gambling, Masood, gambling!
You promised after we lost everything that you would never do it again-
M: You're over-reacting, Zainab. Z: I'm over-reacting?!
M: Yes! Do you know how much I earned?! Three-thousand pounds. Three-thousand pounds!
How many hours would you have to work at the Minute Mart to earn that kind of money, eh?! Z: Don't you insult me!
M: Zainab, you know how much we owe! If the bailiffs come, we lose everything! Z: Don't you dare try and justify it!
If we need more money then we go and get another loan!
M: Oh yeah where, another bank?! Or maybe you'd prefer to pay 200 percent interest to some high-street loan-shark!
Z: We'll beg someone for money! M: There is no-one! Z: There's Yusef!
M: I'm not gonna ask that man for help, do you understand?! Don't even think about it.
Z: You swore that you would never do it again. You swore on Syed's life!
A: You can do it. T: Yes I am.
A: You're gonna do it. T: Yes I am.
A: Yeah? T: Yeah. A: Yeah.
T: Okay.
Z: Sorry.
Y: Zainab.
Z: How dare you discuss my family with Denise.
Y: I was worried. Z: Well don't be. You and I, we have nothing to do with each other.
Y: That's not true, is it?
Z: I shouldn't have talked to you. It was disrespectful. If Masood had found out that I had gone behind his back!
Y: Why are you so upset? Is it Syed?
Z: It's not Syed.
Y: Can you imagine what it must be like to think that you've lost your son forever,
and then to find him, to get him back, to hold him in your arms. How can you just turn your back on Syed?
I wish you'd talk to him. I respect you enormously, but -and please, I'm saying this to be kind- You are a hypocrite.
What's the difference between what Syed has done and what you did? Z: How could you even say that?!
Y: Having an affair. Have you forgotten the shame you brought on your family?
Z: No. That's not the same. Y: How lonely you felt, how desperate you were! And you'd do that to your own son?!
Your parents would be so proud.
I only want to help.
Z: You leave. me. alone! Y: I know you love him...
S: It's open!
What did you forget this time?
Z: Do you want me to go?
I'll go.
S: I don't want you to go.
I'll put the kettle on.
Ignore the smell of chip-fat.
Thought we shouldn't smell it by Friday! Still, we won't be here forever.
We get through twenty of these a week!
I mean, we've tried--
Well, I've tried--
Why are you here?
Z: I wanted to see how you were;
your leg... S: What, dad worried I'm gonna sue?
Sorry, didn't mean to...
Z: No. It's okay...
S: So, is it Tambo?
Z: Of course it's not Tamwar.
S: It's me then, yeah?
You're here for me?
Ma!
Z: This is wrong. This is all so wrong.
I shouldn't be here. I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have come.
T: Shoot me. Put me out of my misery. I can't do it, I can't take this guilt.
I'm pathetic. Why did you marry me? A: Dunno. Must have fancied that *** Allen thing you've got going on...
T: This is pre-nineteen-eighties ***? A: Of course.
Look, maybe we should just do it. You know, go for it, get married? T: We are married!
A: No. I mean properly, like, in front of everyone. Well, I want everyone to know how much I love you...
T: So you want a big fat Muslim wedding? A: We could do it really soon, get it over and done with?
M: Hey!
They've fixed a date for the wedding. The twenty-first of June, isn't that wonderful?
T: Yeah I know it's a bit soon but I thought, you know, why wait? A: And we got a cancellation.
Z: Oh, very good. T: Are you okay with it? Z: Yeah.
Why don't you go and call your sister, see if she can come?
M: I'm going to work.
Z: Masood, Masood, no. Don't do this. M: Do you want to lose the stall? Do you want to lose the restaurant, our home?!
I don't have a choice! Z: There is always a choice. Please, Masood, listen, Masood please...
I'm begging you!
Listen! Listen to me! Masood, listen to me! Masood!
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry. I need you. I need your help.
Can we meet, please? In private?
I never stopped loving you.