The list of closet pyromaniacs in soap is a long one, and when Terry announced to Tina ‘We’re gonna torch Seventh Heaven’, he joined that illustrious list.
Of course, as with most things with Terry, it all went pearshaped, and on Monday Rick arrives to tell Tommy (below) that Terry’s debt is now his. Have you ever seen anyone put so much butter on a slice of toast as Terry, by the way? It was a veritable Vesuvius of the stuff. Small wonder then that his shirts looked as if they were trying to do a runner from his stomach.
Rick persuades Tommy to return to work at the garage, and on Friday instructs him to put some drugs behind the door panels of a car an associate will be leaving there. Oh, please, not another drugs story – soap has way too many of them.
Will Tommy cooperate and, if he does, will Tina discover the truth?
So, now that Lesley’s dead, where does this leave Paul and Eileen? Not in Cyprus, where they were supposed to be going on holiday. We knew the trip was doomed with lines: ‘I just want this holiday to be perfect for Eileen’ (Paul), ‘You’re gonna have a fabulous time’ (Julie), ‘I promise you’ll be on that flight’ (Paul). I could hear the gate closing as they spoke.
On Monday, the finger of suspicion for Lesley’s death falls on Eileen and, deeply stressed, she asks Paul to leave. On Friday, she wonders if she too may be better off making a fresh start elsewhere. Fair play to her, the relationship hasn’t exactly been a bundle of laughs after all. When the best thing in your life is Jason, you know you’re in trouble.
Nick tracks Kylie down on Thursday and, guess what? She’s working in a lap-dancing bar. I can’t imagine her keeping her mouth shut long enough to get through a rout i n e. Su r e enough, when she opens it after Nick conf ront s her, she gets the sack. That’s the end of that!