Karl and Eva are still at the hospital, agonising about Stella and whether Karl will be able to choose a pair of socks ever again. Leanne, meanwhile is still blaming herself for Stella getting hurt.
While Stella is in surgery for her internal bleeding, Frank turns up and, in the face of hostilities from Karl, continues to cover for Carla, nearly getting a smack in the mouth for his troubles.
When the police turn up to interview Peter, Eva finds out that Leanne wasn't answering the door on purpose and begins to blame her. Leanne protests her innocence which, considering she was insisting it was her fault, is a bit backtrack, to say the least. Must be all that stress of having her relatives nearly dying on her so often.
Tyrone and Tommy head out on a night out after young Duckworth tires of Tina and Doctor Whatshisname flirting with each other. At the swanky bar that we've never seen before, Tyrone says that he's giving up on pulling. Tommy decides to help him and pays a woman to flirt with him to get his confidence back, sort of like Prossie-Lite, I suppose.
While chatting with tyrone, she finds out they have more in common than she thought and ends up giving him her number to arrange a date. Chalk one up for the 'Dobbs magic'
With Carla is still having doubts of Frank's cover up, he attempts to explain why it's best to go along with it by telling her that he likes wedding cake for breakfast rather than porridge. Now, I like cake as much as the next man but cake is not an ideal way to start the day. It is not particularly nourishing and it could leave him feeling bloated for the morning. Porridge, on the other hand, is good brekkie material. Especially chocolate porridge. Ready Brek taught me that.
Anyway, I digress, one of Frank's lawyer-type pals comes to visit to see about the possible repercussions and likely sentences Frank could face. He says, going by Frank's account, that he has nothing to worry about, as long as Stella stays alive.
Speaking of whom, Stella's surgery was a success but she has failed to awaken from the anaesthetic, meaning she may never regain conciousness. Definitions of the word 'success' must vary to a degree in the medical world. On the plus side, it means she might not have to put on that atrocious fake-Manc accent on again.
On hearing that Stella is in a coma and may not come through, Frank gets slightly less confident about his chances of avoiding a stint in the clink as Carla pleads with Frank to let her come clean.
In the Rovers, Lloyd talks to Steve and Becky about his problems with Chris and Cheryl while, back at his flat, Chris decides to make a pass at her, after blowing smoke up her arse for helping him. Despite the ego massage, Cheryl doesn't react in the best of ways. An oblivious Lloyd comes back with a peace offering of a chippy tea. I hope he forgot Chris' gravy. He doesn't deserve any.
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