Love , honour and BETRAY! Trial and terror!
DIRTY SECRETS SPILL OUT ON CARLOS AND NICOLA’S WEDDING DAY…
This week, classic Emmerdale is wrapped up in one of those twisted soap plots where a diagram would be handy.
Bernice is pregnant. That’s a fact. She’s done the dewy-eyed baby scan scene and everything. However, she’s not sure if the baby’s daddy is holy hubby Ashley or comely chef Carlos. Which is a bit awks since Carlos is about to marry Bernice’s sister, Nicola.
Meanwhile, Nicola is also crowing about her impending motherhood. Though we’re yet to see the dewy-eyed baby scene – and that’s because there’s no baby at all. But Nic’s holding back the truth about not being up the duff until she’s safely up the aisle…
This plot may be a soap magazine editor’s dream, yet it’s set to end in a nightmare for Bernice and Nicola.
It all unravels when Nicola confides on her hen night that there’s no bun her her oven, leaving Bernice – who has thrown herself back into her marriage to Ashley – in something of a quandary.
As the big day arrives, Bernice asks Carlos if she can have ‘a word’ – which in soap terms means: ‘Can I drop from a great height a life-changingly inflammatory piece of information?’
The bomb goes off, and the day ends with both Bernice and Nicola cutting lonely figures. Can any kind of love story be salvaged from this tortured tale?
TOUGH LOVE?
Elsewhere, new hard man Ray Mullan makes it clear to Cain and Andy who’s boss, and even seasoned bad guy Cain gets the collywobbles. Ray is the new owner of Mill Cottage, and quickly makes friends by picking up the tab in the Woolie. But are the locals about to learn there’s no such thing as a free lunch?
Jez Quigley’s trial arrives this week, and Steve’s in a right pickle, even by his standards. He’s received subtle warnings that if he testifies at the hearing over the murder of Natalie’s son, Tony, he’s toast. Steve’s not the sharpest tool, but a brick through the window followed by a thug bellowing in his ear, “If you testify at Jez’s hearing, you’re toast!” eventually get through to him. As the trial begins, what will he do?
Meanwhile, Sarah Lou sees her daughter christened. Having had second thoughts about the name Britney – Oops, I Did It Again is more second child material – Sarah’s opted for the far classier moniker of Bethany. She’s all smiles in her damson pleather jacket as she parades her tot around, although the moment is ruined when
Candice’s mum arrives. Mrs Stowe isn’t happy about her daughter being godmother to Bethany. She doesn’t regard the Platts as the class of family she wants her girl mixing with. Frankly, she doesn’t know the half of it… Not that Candice herself is the model of middle-class virtue!