15/07/2014 EastEnders

'Of course I'm listening to you, darling.

'I haven't missed a word that's come out that lovely

'little mouth of yours since 1992.'

-Are you nervous?

-Nah.

'Don't get trappy with me. Mick Carter, and don't walk away when I'm talking to you!'

This is what living in a broken home feels like.

Any of you seen my car keys?

And you're 100% sure this won't make him a suspect?

Just go to your photo shoot, get your hair done,

have a giggle with the girls...

-I'm gonna do that while our son's being questioned(!)

-Dad, shall we just go?

Yeah, please Lee. Please.

We ain't decided yet!

Mum, I'm going, all right? Everything'll be OK.

KNOCKING

Who's that?

KNOCKING CONTINUES

All right! All right, all right!

You'll have the glass in!

Has he done it yet?

No.

Well, don't.

If this don't come from Billy, it ain't going to look good, is it?

Should have owned up himself, then, shouldn't he?

-Hear him out.

-He'll do it now.

All right? I'll go round there and we'll call 'em.

Is this cos Billy got caught in the flat? Cos that don't look good, does it?

No, it don't look good. And he's an idiot. But he's innocent.

I'm trying to find a way that works for everyone.

And how does this work for us?

Well, we'll keep Lee's name out of it.

I mean, changing a statement - that don't look good, either, does it?

If it means you don't have to go in...

This is on you, son.

An hour. This has got to come from Billy.

I should not have stayed the night.

That's all right - Abi ain't back till later.

-It's the people out there I'm worried about.

-It's all right.

We'll just put a jacket over your head, you know, people leaving court, they have a...

Have your breakfast, at least.

I don't have time... Oh.

Bill, I've had a word with the Carters...

All right, Phil!

Who else would have a knock like that, eh?

Cuppa tea, Phil?

Shouldn't you be on the stall?

Did Dad send you?

Erm, Bill, can you tell Lo I've gone to work?

I'm sure she'd prefer it if you told her your...

The Carters have agreed to letting us make the call.

I'm not sure about this, Phil.

So what do you want to do - wait here, wait for the old bill to come and nick you?

-Sirens blazing an' all that?

-No, but...

You want Janet to see that, do you?

No... Ritchie will protect me, right?

As long as you say what needs to be said.

Yeah, hello. Yeah, my name's Billy Mitchell.

I think I might have some information

about the murder of Lucy Beale.

It's been an hour.

As if he was going to go through with it anyway!

Well, he seemed confident, so...

I can't see Billy Mitchell standing up to him, somehow.

I don't see why it matters either way.

-I thought you was going to do the right thing?

-Hold up.

Text from Phil.

It's done! The police are coming over later to interview him.

I don't have to go through with it?

Don't just walk off.

How do you know Billy's going to tell the truth? He's probably just going to lie again.

Well, I for one am going to keep the faith!

So, L - go and be a super model.

Nance - go and whack on a pair of manky shorts.

Lee - you're with me, bar duty. Come on!

He better not give us any weird hairdos.

I don't want any rank photos of us hanging round Walford.

Can you imagine?

Lauren? Back in the room?

Sorry. It's just, the car lot's still not open.

He's probably got someone round there, knowing him.

Oi! It's not even like that.

He was actually saying yesterday that he missed me.

You just want to forgive and forget

so that you don't have to spend another night with Cora snoring.

No. No, I don't forgive him! Not at all.

I dunno, he just seemed... he just seemed lonely.

There it is, look. Parsley.

You're right. It is a bit soon.

Yeah. Bit embarrassing, really.

You know you like someone when you start using garnish.

Oi!

You, um, you said Abi's back later.

Er, yeah.

She'll probably come in, dump her bag, then go straight to Jay's.

I'll be lucky if I get a peck on the cheek, to be honest.

Lauren'll come back too, you know?

I was just like that at her age.

Once she's made her point...

PHONE RINGS

Oh, sorry...

It's work.

Summerhayes?

No, no, I was just...

No. No, I don't have a problem, I just...

Irving's been replaced, and, er...

My God, my new guvnor has hated me since we got our shoulder numbers.

Why have they got rid of him?

I can't say...but, um...

I've got to go.

All right. See you later.

Bye.

41 minutes late on his first day.

And it's only three from his flat to our door, Birdie.

I'm sure there's an explanation, Les.

Yeah(!)

RINGING

I wanna hear it. You heard Ritchie, you've got no choice.

-Lola's in.

-If you can't convince me, you've got no chance of convincing the old bill, have you?

-Phil, I know what I've got to say, all right?

-Well, then say it!

Lola is in the bedroom, all right!

-Well, then, maybe Lola ought to hear it.

-What?!

-Lola! Get out here!

-What you doing!?

If the old bill are going to question her, she needs to know what to tell 'em, don't she?

-Lola!

-All right! What's all the shouting about!?

I'm trying to get Lexi to sleep in here, you know.

Billy's got something to tell you.

What?

-Is it about yesterday?

-Yeah.

The old bill are going to come and interview me about Lucy.

But they know it was just a row, right?

Yeah. But I've got to tell 'em about the key.

It seems only fair to point out that...

Peter had access to the flat as well.

You want to...you want to drag Peter into this?

Only to muddy the water.

Yeah, but I don't get it. What's it got to do with him?

The key was in this flat. I mean, he does live here.

Yeah, I know that, but he's never been up...

-Are you setting him up?!

-No! No, we're not, Lo.

You said it would be fine, you said everything would be fine!

He's been in there, broken! You know that!

You've got to back Billy up on this.

He lies in there crying, night after night, and you want to go and make it ten times worse?

No-one wants this, Lo. He's a good kid!

But you're innocent, so why do you need to lie for?!

There's being innocent, and there's looking innocent, ain't there?

I don't know why I'm listening to this! We're supposed to be a family.

She'll come round.

I'm going to be late for work.

Make sure you're round mine by one o'clock, yeah?

-What's the problem?

-It's just been a tough morning.

Listen. She ain't going to do it.

Right.

Can't you just find someone else?

Yeah. I'll have to... I'll have to make it work.

You're really tugging on my heart strings here.

It can't be that bad?

Well, you know, I've gone to town on this - photographer, stylist. I'm in for about two grand, Mick.

All right, all right. I'll have one more go, all right?

Beautiful.

I've said, conversation over.

Look, listen, baby...

It's just, the kid, he's got a lot riding on this.

Money, hopes and dreams, and you know...

-You remember them, don't you?

-That's emotional blackmail.

-Is it working?

-No!

I know who goes in that salon and it ain't mothers with three kids.

It's trendies with tattoos everywhere

-and their whole lives ahead of them. I'll look stupid!

-Get in there, please!

Dean ain't going to let that happen. He's going to make you look beautiful.

Yeah, Mum. He's going to turn you into a proper hipster!

He'll get you a big pair of clompy shoes and a fixed gear bike.

You can shut your mouth an' all. You're going, for moral support.

Well, that's emotional blackmail again, isn't it?

He's a good kid. And he just wants his Auntie Linda's help.

OK.

-Yes?

-Yeah, she's going to do it. She's going do it.

Thank you. And thank you. I promise...

-it'll be a day you remember.

-It better be.

All right. Just go and enjoy yourself. Go on.

I must be mad.

You heard of knocking?

Been stood in your kitchen ages.

Yeah, well, I stayed in here for a reason.

How can you stitch Peter up, Phil,

when he took Lexi in as if she was his own?

When the old bill find out Billy had an argument with Lucy...

He was scared, weren't he?

..had access to her flat and still didn't say anything...

Yeah, well, we all had access! Are they going to start pointing the finger at me an' all?

..and with his criminal record, they'll take him to the cleaners.

On top of that, you know what people are like round here.

I don't care. Let 'em talk.

What, you think he'll still have a job with Ian Beale?

Eh? Or even at the undertakers, come to that?

No-one's going to want their Auntie Doris buried by

some suspected murderer, are they?

Peter's my boyfriend, Phil.

Well, you'd better work out what the most important thing is.

Your latest fella, or the man who took you in...

..like you was his own.

Hiya! You made it out, then.

You two look nice.

Yeah. Oh, he's a genius! Wait till he does you.

(Don't worry, they're going to look proper butters next to you.)

We're never going to get it looking this good at home, are we?

No, he's going to have to come round mine every morning.

No point in that, he might as well just stay round every night.

Can't believe a woman edits this! That's like gender cannibalism.

One day I'll get you in a lovely A-line dress.

Nah, you're all right.

Oi, Mum, if you're really not feeling this,

shall we go for a pint instead?

You just dragged me here, told me it would cheer me up!

No, you're right. Sorry, sorry.

You reckon this is going to be proper, then, or just Fats with a disposable?

Imagine!

They're here! Ladies, this is Ali, make-up,

her assistant, Gerard, and our wonderful photographer, Philip.

Let's have a look at you.

Oh! Very nice. Let's tuck it in at the sides a bit more, yeah?

Will someone get these girls a drink?

This is supposed to be a party!

Right, now, I want you to take your lead off Linda.

She used to be a professional model,

and I'm sure there's a lot you can learn off her.

Right, trouble, let's get you styled.

Thought it was your first day?

Oh, I weren't in the mood.

That's normal. It's work, isn't it?

That's why they have to pay you to do it.

What's up?

Nothing. Listen, I'm...

No, no. Tell me.

How comes I don't see you talking to Lola any more?

I mean, you don't even say goodbye in the mornings.

She walks past the stall like six times a day.

Yeah, but you used to give her a little kiss, didn't you?

Make a point of it.

What, and this is why you're sat up in here?

Well, it just seems like you don't want to be around any more.

Yeah, well, I can move out if you like,

if I'm bringing you down.

Don't be stupid. You know that would break Lola's heart.

Look, I help out round the flat.

I've been hassling Dean, trying to get her a job.

I'm always helping out with Lexi.

I'm sorry I don't always do it with a smile on my face,

but at least I'm there.

Yeah, you are. Look, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that I came over.

You know that Jake's trial's just around the corner?

Peter...Pete...

Ever since you've come back, you've had something on your nut.

You've had the Army thing, you've had the Lucy thing.

All right? It's over now.

It don't feel like it.

Listen, you're a free man now, OK?

You've got your plumbing course coming up.

Excuse me while I wet myself in excitement.

Hold up. I thought you wanted to do the plumbing thing?

You don't want to stay on here.

Well, you've got Nancy to do that, haven't you?

Johnny's going to become Rumpole,

I'm going to sit there cultivating a massive Derby.

All right? I thought I know where we was all going.

You know? I thought I knew where you were going.

I don't know, I never have.

That's why I joined the Army - something to do.

All right, so plumbing's just something to do.

What you need is some fun.

Yes.

Yes, yes! So why don't we go to the salon?

We'll go and see your mother and Whitney.

No, no, no, no. She hates me.

She's got the hump. I don't blame her.

You chose her pal over her.

Treacles don't take too fondly to that.

I'm not going to push it, I'm just going to say to you now,

sometimes you've got to pick something and stick to it.

OK? Whether or not it's the right thing or not. Stop drifting.

It's a form of habit.

Now get that down you, liver.

It is such a shame to sit inside with Carol all night

-when your hair's done like this.

-Yeah, I know.

We should at least go to the Vic.

Well, you'd better prepare to get monstrously chirpsed by my brother.

Yeah, he can try.

Oh, shut up, don't act like you don't fall for the chat!

You can talk! Your dad says, "Oh, I'm really lonely," and you go,

-"That's all right, I forgive you."

-Oi! No. I said I ain't forgiven him yet.

Yeah, yet!

You get this close to the girls?

Yeah, course. It's my job.

Amazed you didn't get set upon.

Think they've got a bit of a crush.

Shut up.

Are you seeing anyone at the minute?

No-one special.

-I'll let 'em know.

-You'll do no such thing.

You look beautiful, Linda.

Oh, come on, you're a lot worse than me.

You wait. She's going to be all over your brother like a rash.

No! He's not interested in me. He was interested in Lucy.

I know it sounds harsh, but he'd have got bored of her weeks ago.

And, I'm sorry, but he'll get bored of you an' all.

Just be warned.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you... Linda C.

Pops!

There's our man.

And that's his granddaughter, Lola.

-Look, I know what you're going to say.

-I think you should do it.

It's like Phil said,

you're just giving them more to think about, right?

It don't mean Peter's guilty any more than it means you are.

But he's your boyfriend, Lo.

Boyfriend? Pops, he hasn't spoken to me properly in ages.

He could just get up and leave me for all I know.

But you...

I can't lose you, Pops. I can't.

Come here.

Oi, you ain't going to lose me.

-I'm scared they're going to take you away.

-They won't. All right?

Promise. then? Promise me you'll do it, please?

Guess we should go in.

Give him a chance to take his jacket off...get nervous.

I've met him a few times. He's well-known within the community.

He's liked as far as I can tell.

I don't want anything from the old investigation to cloud my thinking,

including any opinions you might have.

Ritchie.

Billy. How you doing?

You clear on what to say?

Yeah. Peter had access. I saw him with the keys.

And I saw him leaving the flat a couple of times.

KNOCKING

Try and look relaxed, will you?

Don't offer up unnecessary detail. Keep it simple, you'll be fine.

He's through there.

Miss Scott.

We were expecting DS Bryant.

What a nice surprise, then.

OK, well...DI Keeble,

this is my client, Billy Mitchell.

You've met DC Summerhayes.

Yeah.

Thank you for seeing us away from the station.

We hear you might have something to tell us about Lucy Beale?

Yeah, um... See, I...

I might have...

..I did have an argument with her the night she died.

Why are they wearing all that make-up?

Hang on, Ugly Betty speaks. What's the matter, cuz?

Nah, I'm just saying that if what you're selling is haircuts,

well, I don't understand why they have to be covered in slap with all that skin on show.

What if I got involved as well, huh? Make you feel better?

Here, budge over!

Honestly, Nance, you've got to lose the chip.

It's just good, clean family fun.

Lucy said that she was going tell her dad about me taking the fish

and that I'd get the sack probably.

Then she left and...

and I never saw her again.

Why didn't you tell us sooner?

That's not all.

I, er...I also had a spare key to the flat upstairs.

Had a spare key?

Yeah...

When I realised I was going to be talking to you, I thought,

what with the argument over the fish and the spare key,

that you might stitch me up.

We're not in the business of stitching people up.

Yeah, but you don't think like that, do you? I panicked.

I put it back in the flat.

Did anyone else have access to this key? Your family, maybe?

No.

No, I, erm, I kept it on my key ring.

Nobody else knew about it.

-These are amazing.

-Yeah, I know. Profile pictures, all of them.

-Come and have a look, Lind!

-Might wait for the prints.

Fair enough. Right, what we having, girls? My treat.

-No! This one's on us, innit?

-Hm.

To say thanks. It's been such a nice day!

Besides, I think the landlady can throw in a free bottle for his troubles.

And that, Lee, is how you get the keg in the cellar, you know what I mean?

Shut up! We've not even had a delivery!

-Busted!

-Er, excuse me! Have you not noticed something different?

Oh, the hair! Look at it!

Oi, Maestro, that is the business!

No. I've got to give it to you, cuz. She does look amazing.

The rubber stamp from Germaine Greer! I can die a happy man.

Shut up!

You look gorgeous!

No time like the present, son. What's the matter with you? Get involved.

You look bang tidy today.

I always look bang tidy. Don't I?

Today. Every day, the next day.

Easy, easy - this is turning into a relationship!

Oh, Lee, do you know what - you'd be so lucky.

Grab a glass, everyone!

To Dean!

To the best hairdresser in the world!

Yeah, to the strongest canister on the Square!

Cheers!

Well, thank you, Mr Mitchell. You've been helpful.

We'll have to call you in to make a formal statement,

so don't go running off.

Well, I think it's safe to say you've put yourself front

and centre of their enquiry.

Do you, er...do you want to tell me what happened there?

I couldn't drop him in it, Phil. Not to save myself.

I ain't like you.

You what?

If I'd said his name...him and Lola, they've already got problems.

He'd leave.

That might not mean that much to you, but that's my family in that flat.

While Peter's living there, well, he's as good as mine.

And it should be the same to you.

Got one thing to say to you, Billy - you're a total mug.

No, I ain't. Cos I just done the right thing.

And you know what, I can walk out of here with my head held high.

And that's exactly what I'm going to do.

Yes, the key's back in the flat, according to Mr Mitchell.

OK. Meet me there in ten.

Albert Square doesn't change. It's still full of liars.

What do you mean?

You didn't get an inkling one of Mr Beale's own employees

was holding all that back?

-Well, he didn't do anything to...

-Oh, come on, Emma! You're supposed to be our eyes here.

You give this lot a chance, they'll run rings around you.

Do better.

Peter. How you doing?

You going to pay for that?

Hm-mm. Look...

I spoke to Lola, and I'm going to cook dinner tonight.

Great. Yeah. I appreciate that. Sure she will an' all.

-Billy?

-Mrs Coker!

I'm so sorry about today. Is Mr Coker mad at me?

-He was ever so upset with you, Billy.

-Yeah, yeah.

So am I. I found this in your kitchen.

I was going to show it to Les, but maybe you've got an explanation?

-Yeah, yeah, of course I have. Do you fancy having a cup of tea?

-Yes.

Two teas, please, Marie. Here you are, look.

I've dressed more than I can count, Billy. Most you forget.

Faces in a crowd. But the ones that go before their time...

I shall never forget Lucy.

Such a pretty girl.

Have you shown these to anyone?

Not yet.

Good.

Cos the thing is...

they're Peter's.

Peter's?

I hid them cos all he does is look at them, Pam.

We'll be watching telly and he'll be flicking through...

Of course they're Peter's. What was I thinking?

I could see what it was doing to Lola, so I hid 'em.

Anyway, Peter went mental. Tore the flat apart.

Did more harm than good.

Give them back to him, Billy. Let him grieve, however he needs to.

Yeah, yeah, I will.

And listen, tell Les I'll be in as soon as I've sorted all this out.

I will.

And Pat...I won't tell Peter that you took them.

Keep it our secret.

Oh...right.

I'll have to get you your own drawer at this rate.

I'm not staying.

It's all right. Abi ain't back for another couple of hours.

-I'm not worried about Abi.

-Well, Lauren's hardly gonna show, is she?

I don't want to meet your kids, Max!

My new boss has just laid into me. She reckons I've been negligent.

All right. Well, you'll win her round.

Yeah, but she's right, though, isn't she?! All this sneaking around!

You can see Ian Beale's house from your front door!

-You're just getting worked up.

-Yeah, with good reason!

Look, I'm sorry, Max,

but I've come to tell you that I can't see you any more.

I'm sorry.