21/03/2012 EastEnders

How could she stay angry with you,

when you've worked so hard to mend it?

-What's it like being inside? Bet you got stories.

-Lola! He just got out.

So?

You wake up. You sit. You think.

You wash. You eat. You sleep.

Lights go on. Lights go off. It don't matter.

That what bedtime stories were like growing up, Ben?

Explains a lot, don't it.

At first, you're trapped inside a prison.

Then...then inside your cell. Them same walls.

In the end, you're trapped inside your own head.

Thoughts bouncing round your skull. Like echoes, on and on.

Well, you've got to give it to them Masoods.

-They make a lovely ruby.

-I thought I was the one supposed to be pregnant.

I'm going to be giving birth to something else in the morning.

-I hope Shirley and Heather aren't rowing again.

-They'll be all right.

-Chuck a couple of plates, make up. Standard.

-I'm getting on to the tabloids.

Heather Trott Misses Dinner Shocker.

Will you stop it?!

You want to clear the table?

I was just having a laugh.

A laugh?

I think Heather will look beautiful in her wedding dress.

-LOLA: Yeah, squeezing down the aisle!

-Hey!

She deserves every bit of happiness she can get, that girl.

Don't you think we should find out where they are?

I said clear the table, eh?

So what's for dessert, then?

Sticky toffee pudding!

Oh, no! The words every woman dreads. Where is it?

You trying to look suss or what, eh?

One minute you're giving me evils for laughing, the next you're telling me I'm looking suss.

What exactly do you want me to do?

We've got to get over to that flat. What if she's called the police?

-They'll know we were there! Our fingerprints...

-All right, yeah?

DOOR OPENING

Sorry, er...

You don't mind us celebrating your release, do you?

Look, I know it can't be easy,

but it's good you're trying.

Right.

Now, we go over there when I say, all right?

Bubbly is up!

Oh, really? Look, we should wait for Shirley, surely.

BOTH: Shirley surely!

-I'll go and check on her.

-There's another bottle in the fridge.

-Is there? Oh, go on, then!

-This isn't fair. Wish I could have some.

Yeah, well, you do the crime, you serve the time.

Ha!

CORK POPPING

THEY CHEER

Shirl! Hey, what's going on?

-How long you been there? You gave me a fright.

-You OK?

-Hello, Georgey.

-Let me take him.

Shirley?

She's...she's got blood on her!

What? Shirl? Shirl? George?

-You tell me right now. Are you OK?

-Shirley? Is he all right?

Phil... Heather.

You look after her, yeah?

-Lola, call an ambulance.

-Boys. Boys!

Come on, what are we waiting for? Go!

Shirl? Shirl, let me take George. Let me take him.

Do you think they suspected anything?

It's like you've done this before.

-Don't be stupid, Jay. Look, come on.

-I ain't going over there!

You've got to. How else are you going to explain the DNA?

I can't go over there.

We could get a car from the Arches, you know. Do a runner.

-They'll know it was us, then!

-They'll know if we don't go to the flat.

Our DNA's all over it.

Will you stop saying DNA like this is a film?

I ain't going over there, yeah? There's police there, people there...

She's there.

Well, maybe it won't be that bad.

Do you know what you've done? Do you really know?

I've saved our family. Look, Dad's on his way there now.

He didn't have to do what he did. He's risking prison for this, Jay.

If we don't go there, he could get done himself!

Look. We'll do this together, all right? Like Dad said,

everything together from now on.

Look, you've just got to...

You've just got to block it out.

Come on.

This has been kicked in.

-Heather!

-Where is she?

Hev!

Oh, no.

Phil, why's she laying down?

She's gone.

Don't say that. She can't be. She's getting married tomorrow!

Where is she?

-Ben, don't look.

-What's happened?

-Jay, don't look.

-Heather! Get up!

-Heather!

-I mean, who...?

-Just call an ambulance.

-Lola's calling one.

Yeah, well, make sure!

Jay, get some of George's things. Get his coat.

Ben, check the bedroom.

Ben!

Hello? Yeah, we need an ambulance.

We might have called one already.

57 Turpin Road.

We have? Right.

Heather Trott.

'So you went into the flat.'

And the door was off its hinges. So, I went in and...

And what, Shirl?

What?

-Hev...

-It's OK.

-Hev!

-Shirl! Wait!

Roxy, I'm scared. What's happened?

Yeah, man. I have it, I have it, I have it!

-Well, the beginning at least.

-You work fast.

-Let's hear it, then.

-No, no, no. It's a surprise.

Ladies and gentlemen?

You do realise the place is full of Mitchells.

Hey, this is my speech and I can say what I want!

I ain't laughing at your dress, am I?

Nothing to laugh at. It's a work of art.

Well, I hope she loves it, otherwise she's never going to forgive me.

Stop it! You're being melodramatic. She was probably out.

The light was on. I could tell there was someone there.

-You know what this reminds me of?

-The war?

Of the '60s.

We always used to help each other out with the wedding dresses.

I remember one.

Mint green chiffon. Short.

Fake emeralds encrusted on the bodice.

We listened to a lot of rock and roll back then.

A wedding dresses should be white.

A bride should pretend to be pure.

Even with the complete absence of moral rectitude

that is usually the case these days.

Well, Heather's got a pure soul.

If you count having a child with a teenage used car salesman pure!

Well, your Andrew is a child born out of bigamy.

I mean, what young Darren did was the will of God.

He knew that Heather needed something to live for, you know.

-Something to bring light to her darkness...

-Look now, man.

Andrew and Heather, were meant for each other.

-I wouldn't be giving her away if I thought not.

-Well if they were,

she would know he needs his mum.

I'm not going to have her ignore me for ever.

AMBULANCE SIRENS

Listen, you don't need to be here. Just come outside.

I need to get her up.

She's getting married tomorrow.

I need to get her ready.

-She's there.

-What happened?

I don't know.

HE MUTTERS

You all right?

Come on, mate. This is no place for a kip.

Get back. Stay back!

It'll look better than it did in the first place.

You do look pretty.

-Ooh, go on!

-Pure as the driven snow.

Ooh, Mrs! Don't mock the afflicted.

-SIRENS WAILING

-What's all that commotion?

Riots, take two. This time they've come back for the shoes

to go with the handbags.

Where's Andrew?

I hope he's not out with Heather the night before the wedding.

-Let it go!

-Well, I think as we've nearly finished,

-we can give ourselves a little celebration.

-Rum!

I said celebration, Patrick. Not debauchery.

Something elevated, refined. Like a bottle of sweet sherry.

Now, who's going down to the shop to get it?

-Of course!

-I'll come, too. I'll help you with your speech.

Signs of burglary.

Can we get Homicide Assessment down here, ASAP? Over.

POLICE RADIO VOICES

I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to exit the premises.

Life extinct. 21:09 hours.

No-o-o!

SHE SOBS

Please. Please don't.

Who found the body?

We did.

I'm Detective Sergeant Crisp, Homicide Assessment Team.

Homicide?

We're going to need somewhere to talk to the witnesses.

Come on, mate.

Stay back!

I'm just trying to help you out. Come on, up you get.

-You can't sleep down here. It stinks.

-What you got there?

VIDEO GAME SOUNDS ON PHONE

Will you stop that?

OK, I got to go and see what's going on.

-Where's my coat gone?

-I don't know.

Roxy. Roxy, wait!

Look after the kids. They're asleep. They'll be no problem.

-Both of them?!

-It'll be good practice.

-Yeah, if I have twins(!)

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

-No, Roxy! I can't...

-DOOR SLAMMING SHUT

..do this.

Sorry, fellas. We're going to need this table, if you don't mind.

Thank you.

It's like ET.

I know it's not perfect, but this won't take long.

Just a few preliminary questions. Please.

Gentlemen?

May I?

If I could start with the deceased's name.

It was Heather Trott.

And what was your relationship to Miss Trott?

We were just friends.

-Did she live at the property?

-Yeah. Yeah, she did.

-With anyone?

-Yeah.

George.

Roxy's got him now.

That's her boy. He's two or three.

He was at the flat when Shirley got there.

So it was you who was first into the flat?

Yeah.

Yeah, it was. We...

Me, Billy and the boys. We were back at ours.

SIRENS WAILING

You don't get this many police cars for nothing.

Rose!

Have you seen all this?

-Rose, look...

-What's wrong?

Shirl walked in with George. She didn't say anything, just...

Just stared.

That's when Lola noticed the blood and Dad ran straight out.

What made you think Miss Trott was in trouble?

It's not exactly a big leap, is it?

She's been round Heather's, she's got George and there's blood.

I'm just trying to build up a picture.

So you went to the flat, Mr Mitchell.

It was just you, Miss Carter and Billy who went into the property?

-And the boys.

-Ben and Jay?

They were in there before we knew what was what.

It must have been a very difficult situation.

I had them getting George his coat.

It's funny what you think of.

It is.

Very easy to forget that people don't think like police officers.

-How's that?

-Methodically.

Is there any next of kin other than George?

What about his dad?

Darren?

Nah, he's long gone. Her mum, Queenie.

She lives down the south coast, I think.

And there's Andrew. Her fiancee.

Do you know of his whereabouts?

The thing with women...

they want to know you're thinking about them the whole time.

That's why they make up all those rules.

Keeps them in mind.

I don't need rules.

I think about my girl all the time anyway.

What you doing here, then?

She don't think about me so much.

More bothered about her mates.

Ah.

Selfless, eh?

What made you enter the property?

Jay ran in there and I went in after him.

We didn't know what was what.

And once inside, did you touch anything?

Jay?

-He can't remember.

-He can tell me that.

Don't know. Maybe the kitchen top?

Did you go into any other rooms?

Life extinct.

What happened to time of death?

It's changed.

HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT?!

Extinct? Like she's some kind of dinosaur!

Shirl, come on. It's all right.

Like a bag of old bones with long names

that everybody gawps at!

Well, she's not! She's my Hev!

I don't know who these people are!

And I don't want them touching my Hev!

-Get your hands off me!

-Hey, I've got you.

-Come here, come here.

-I don't know who they are.

SHE SOBS

If you touch her, I swear to God I'll put you down. Do you hear me?

Now, I'm taking her home.

-I need you all to come to the station.

-Why?

DNA evidence. Rule you out of the enquiries.

She's just seen her best friend dead.

I'm sure she's going to want us

to do everything we can to catch the killer, won't she?

-That's Heather's flat.

-What? Excuse me! Excuse me!

Phil?

-I thought he was locked...

-Phil, they said there's a body.

Who? Who is it?

-Whose body did they find?!

-For heaven's sake, would somebody tell me something?

Heather's dead, all right?

Huh?

I'm sorry.

They'll be fumbling by the bins if I know those two.

Cora, you'll be out on your ear again if you keep talking like that.

It's been lovely having Heather in the launderette.

She always keeps the place clean. She never uses up the tea bags.

Mind you, she's terrible about the machines.

-I've never known anyone so hopeless.

-You worried she's going to leave?

Well, you want them to go, don't you?

I mean, you can't keep hold of them forever.

You want them to go off

and have a life of their own.

She's like a daughter to you, ain't she?

We'll get you changed into forensics suits first.

We have to do it for all significant witnesses.

-We just want to get out of here.

-Of course.

Miss Carter, if you'd come with me, we'll get you changed.

If you'd follow me.

Come on, boys. it'll be all right. Come on.

No! No! No!

You're sure?

OK, that changes things. Thank you. 415, I need DS Crisp. Over.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

-Stay behind the cordon, please.

-HEATHER!! What you doing in there?

My baby!

Mum, why are they in there?

Andrew...

Why are they in Heather's flat?

Andrew, please...

-No! What's happened!

-Please, sir.

No! No! Get off me.

Heather!

Heather.

Heather, please.

Please don't leave me.

Heather, I love you. Please! Please!

What's this all about, eh?

Trying to make us feel like we've done something wrong!

-I'm sorry, Dad.

-Not now, all right?

-Everything you've done, what's happened...

-Not now!

This is the last thing you need

with your stomach, innit?

-Don't throw up over them, will ya?

-They're Old Bill. Don't matter if he does.

-They think that...

-What?

What do they think?

They think the burglary was a fake.

What? How can they know that?

Something to do with the way the drawers were tipped out.

What does that mean?

OK, we're ready.

-Jay, Ben, follow us.

-I'll come with them.

I'm afraid as a fellow witness you can't.

It's just a statement, yeah?

It won't take long. I'll take Jay down to suite four,

you take Ben.

It's just routine, OK?

-I'll be right here.

-Don't want to go in on my own.

Oi, you're not on your own. We're in this together, remember?

Till the end.

-OK. Jay, Ben, shall we?

-Come on.

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