Sure! Here’s a 700-word dramatic EastEnders scene titled “Nicola Mitchell Offers Ravi Gulati £10K To Do A Job For Her” — packed with tension, power play, and shady deals that could shake up the Square.

INT. ARCHES GARAGE – NIGHT

The garage is dimly lit, the metal shutters pulled halfway down. The clang of tools echoes faintly. RAVI GULATI, sleeves rolled up, is wiping grease off his hands when the shutter creaks higher. NICOLA MITCHELL steps in, dressed in all black, hair slicked back, heels clicking with purpose.

RAVI (smirking):
Didn’t know we were doing secret meetings now. Bit dramatic, even for you.

NICOLA:
I need a job done. Something… quiet.

RAVI (wipes his hands):
You Mitchells always need something done. Usually ends in blood or a cover-up. Which one’s this?

NICOLA (steely):
Neither. Not if it’s handled properly.

She walks past him, looking around the garage like she’s sizing it up. Then she turns, pulls out an envelope from her coat and tosses it on the workbench.

NICOLA:
Ten grand. Clean. Half now, half when it’s done.

RAVI (raises an eyebrow):
You’ve got my attention.

He opens the envelope, thumbing through the notes. Crisp. Legit. He shuts it again, eyeing her curiously.

RAVI:
So… what’s the job?

NICOLA (measured):
There’s a man. Ryan Colgrave. Ex-security. Been sniffing around my family. Digging. Asking about old business. I want him… redirected.

RAVI:
Redirected how?

NICOLA:
I don’t care if he ends up in Margate or Mars, Ravi. I want him gone. Disappear him. No mess, no fuss. Make it his idea to leave.

RAVI (walks closer, intrigued):
So not a hit. Just a scare?

NICOLA (coldly):
I said no blood. Not unless he draws it first.

Ravi studies her for a long moment, then gives a slight nod.

RAVI:
And why me?

NICOLA:
Because you’re not afraid to get your hands dirty — and because you don’t ask stupid questions.

RAVI (grins):
I ask the right ones. Like… why now? What’s Colgrave digging for?

Nicola narrows her eyes.

NICOLA:
Let’s just say… there are things buried in this family’s past that should stay buried.

RAVI:
Ah. Skeletons. The Mitchell special.

NICOLA:
You in or not?

RAVI (smirks):
I’m in. But I don’t do half-measures. If I do this, I do it my way. No micromanaging, no following me around in your Range Rover.

NICOLA:
Deal. So long as he vanishes by the end of the week.

RAVI (takes the envelope):
He’ll be a ghost by Friday.

Nicola steps closer, voice lowering.

NICOLA:
If this goes sideways, Ravi, it’s on you. I’ll deny every word. Don’t think your charm will save you.

RAVI (mocking):
Aww, and here I thought we were building something. Partnership and all.

NICOLA:
We’re building nothing. I’m buying your silence. Your loyalty’s still up for debate.

She turns to go, pausing by the shutter.

NICOLA (without looking back):
Don’t let me regret this.

RAVI (quietly):
You won’t.

She ducks under the shutter and disappears into the night. Ravi watches her go, then pulls out his phone and dials.

RAVI (into phone):
Yeah. I’ve got a name for you. Colgrave. Ryan. Find out where he sleeps, who he owes, and how fast he can run.

He hangs up, smiles to himself, and pockets the envelope.

RAVI (to himself):
Ten grand to scare off a ghost… easy money.

EXT. WALFORD STREET – NIGHT

Nicola walks briskly through the rain-slicked Square, her eyes scanning the shadows. She’s tense — even for her. Her phone buzzes. She checks the message:

TEXT FROM “UNKNOWN”: You’re playing with fire. Thought you were smarter than this.

She deletes it instantly. Looks up at the Queen Vic — lights on, voices echoing inside. But she keeps walking.

INT. RAVI’S FLAT – LATER THAT NIGHT

Ravi pours himself a drink, watching CCTV footage of Colgrave on his laptop. Zooms in on a photo. Smirks.

RAVI (softly):
Let’s see what secrets you have, Ryan.

He lifts his glass to the screen.

RAVI:
To new business.

FADE TO BLACK.

Let me know if you want to continue this arc — maybe Colgrave turns out to know something very dangerous, or Ravi starts asking too many questions about the Mitchells’ past. 🔥💼🕵️‍♂️