16/06/2016 EastEnders

We found her on a bus. She didn't have any money on her,

no idea where she was heading. Nothing.

And she told you to bring her here?!

Well, she just kept saying the Queen Vic, over and over.

She's not making much sense. You are her family?

Yeah, mate. Yeah. Um, you can leave her with us.

Thank you.

I don't know who you think you are, treating your own sister like this!

She didn't have a brother who was a copper, did she?

Look, I think we should get her upstairs.

Johnny, give us a hand, will you?

Can you watch the bar for us, love?

Yeah, er, just give us that here.

-Come on, baby.

-I'll sort you another one of them.

That's it. We'll go upstairs, all right?

Dad.

Thanks.

I want to want Bobby home.

But...every time I picture it,

every time I think of him being in this house...

What sort of dad wants a judge to send his son to prison?

I just want it to be over.

For me, for Jane.

For Lucy.

Look, I know how the word "detention centre" sounds...

but there's professionals trained in these places, Ian,

to help boys like Bobby.

I mean, they could help you get your son back.

The way he was.

I mean, surely that's better for everyone?

-Especially Bobby.

-Why don't you ask Ben what prison does to a kid, eh?

And then you tell me what's best for Bobby.

Look, it's all right.

You don't have to decide what's best for him any more.

That's the judge's job, not yours.

TEXT ALERT

It's Ben.

He's waiting outside in the car.

Right, we should go and get ready.

Ian... Whatever happens, you're not alone.

You can't just have it on your toes from the home

whenever you feel like it. So, what's happened?

They made me eat Spam for lunch. Disgusting!

Do you remember me?

It's Linda.

Course I remember you, you're...

BLOWS RASPBERRY

-Sorry.

-Don't worry about it.

She's got so much worse since New Year.

Can you keep an eye on her, Johnny?

Whatever she says, just go along with it. All right? Keep her calm.

State she's in, anything could have happened to her.

If the Old Bill hadn't brought her here...

I should let Mum and Tina know about this.

No, you stay with Sylvie, right?

She's more comfortable with you around.

I'm going to call the care home,

let them explain how they let a vulnerable woman wander off.

Then we'll get the family round.

I really thought that once she was old enough to reason with,

this whole parenting thing would get easier.

Well, that's because you didn't grow up with Bianca.

You should have seen her at 15.

Any news from Ian?

No, they'll be in court by now.

I'll give him a ring later, check in.

I've really messed things up with this whole Shakil thing, haven't I?

I should have just trusted Bex. She's earned it.

Yes, you're right. Ten points to me.

Any chance you could stop enjoying this so much?

Help me sort things?

You all right, Son?

Yeah. We are going to need a pen and paper.

I'm not sure I need to commit your words of wisdom to paper, do I?

It's for a shopping list, all right?

There's an afternoon Inset day at school.

I thought I'd tell Bex to phone Shakil, get him round for lunch.

Yeah. I suppose I could close the stall early.

Not like there's a market inspector to object.

By the end of the day, you two will be so close

-you'll be painting each other's nails.

-Yeah.

Ian, how about I get us some coffees?

Might be a while before we're called.

Nah, I couldn't stomach anything.

Yeah, that's not helping anyone relax.

Must bring back memories for you.

To be honest, I almost backed out of coming.

Then I thought about Bobby...

about how I felt when it was me.

Having family in the gallery watching

was all that got me through.

It really meant that much to you, having people there supporting you?

Yeah.

Ritchie! Is he...is he OK? Can we...can we go and see him?

He's fine, Ian.

Just be there in court, that's all you can do for him now.

Dad. That's us.

Come on.

OK. Right. Thanks.

How's Johnny coping?

He's coping. I hope you told them muppets down the home

that one of them's due a clump.

Especially if they let her go on walkabout.

Not in so many words, but trust me, they got the message.

Trouble is, they're not that keen on having her back.

It doesn't matter what they think, it's a care home, it's their job.

Apparently there was some argument between Sylvie

and another resident over a bloke.

She walked out, and by the time they realised, she was here.

-Oh, brilliant.

-Look, I'm going to call Sylvie's social worker.

See if they can get to the bottom of this mess.

I'm not being funny, but...

it's not like we ain't got enough on our plate at the moment.

Sylvie came to us, Mick. All right? We've always done our best by her

and that's what we're going to keep doing. But, yeah, you're right.

It's time to get the rest of the Carters here.

Don't eat that junk. You'll wreck your appetite for lunch.

Have you phoned Shakil? Invited him round?

Yeah, about that. I don't want you going to much trouble.

I've told you, it's no trouble at all.

I'll just whack the bread-maker on, it'll be a right laugh.

Oh, you should see the mountain of school work I've got up there.

It might be best just to spend the afternoon doing it?

Do it tonight.

You can do it in the morning, I can help you draw up a study plan.

-Mum.

-Yes?

I just don't think it's fair to ask Shakil to sit at the table with Dad.

No not after the way he spoke to him in the caff.

Shakil seems like a tough lad,

I doubt he's suffered any lasting damage.

All right, fine. I don't want to ask him.

Please don't make me do this.

It'll just go wrong and everyone will start shouting.

I really, really like him, Mum.

Please, please don't ruin this.

It's just going to be me, you, your dad and your boyfriend.

I mean, there's nothing to be scared of, is there?

Shakil does like board games, doesn't he?

Come on then, Sylvie. Let's have a look at these.

I just kept putting off visiting her.

There was always some reason I couldn't go,

-something better I had to do.

-It's not just you.

None of us have been going as much as we should.

Yeah, well, the way she treated us when we were kids, she's lucky

-we're still around to claim her.

-I don't care what she did.

I won't have her be treated like a piece of rubbish.

And push comes to shove, neither would you.

How was she the last time you visited her?

I had to put up with the old witch long enough.

Why would I visit when I'm finally rid of her?

-Don't you think that's a bit harsh?

-No, I don't, as it goes.

Unlike you lot, I've got a long memory.

She can rot in that home, for all I care.

She's ill, Babe. Much worse than she was before. Have a heart, can't you?

Why? She never did.

Her social worker's on her way.

Hopefully we can get Sylvie back where she belongs by tea time.

We're her family. How could we just abandon her?

In view of the age of the defendant, we'll dispense with

the formality of wigs on this occasion.

Could you remain standing, please, Bobby?

Could you state your full name for the court, please?

Bobby Beale.

And your current address?

45 Albert Square, Walford.

Could you confirm your date of birth?

22nd July, 2003.

You are charged that on the 17th of May, 2016,

you did unlawfully and maliciously commit grievous bodily harm

upon Lesley Jane Beale with intent,

contrary to Section 18 of the Offences against the Person Act 1861.

How do you plead?

Guilty.

You are charged that on the 18th of April, 2014,

you did unlawfully kill Lucy Katharine Beale

contrary to common law. How do you plead?

I'm guilty.

In that case, I'll hear submissions

and then proceed to sentencing after a short adjournment.

Your Honour...

Ow!

So, um...Shakil, how are you finding Walford High?

It's all right.

All right? Wow, English your favourite subject, is it?

You know, you should have seen him

when he took me home for the first time.

Talk about being chucked in at the deep end.

Mum had high standards for her kids.

You could have brought home Princess Diana

and she'd have been shown the door.

You know, compared to Pauline, Martin is a pussycat.

You know, you and Shakil actually have loads more in common than you think.

Really? This I've got to hear.

Well, for a start, you're both the baby of the family.

Auntie Michelle's way older than you and so was Uncle Mark.

Same as Kush and Darius.

We're practically twins(!)

Right... Who would like some more garlic bread?

That depends.

Do we have to have that stuff you made from that bread-maker?

Mm, sorry, Mum, I think it's... it's got a malfunction.

-Yeah, it does taste a bit...

-Like Kush's feet smell?

Oh, no...

I can't stop looking at these.

All those years I thought they were married

and then I go and miss the actual big day.

You were there, remember?

I know her.

Course you do. That's Shirley.

She's your daughter.

-LAUGHS

-You're a funny one, you are.

Have you ever been to Margate?

-When I was a kid, yeah.

-We'll go there. Me and you.

Have a right old time of it.

What did you say your name was again?

Let's talk about something else, yeah?

VOICES APPROACH

Look, never mind them.

Tell me more about Margate.

Everyone, this is Sammy - Sylvie's social worker.

Tina, Shirley, her daughters...

Mick, her grandson and Babe, her sister.

Well, I've, er, checked with the care home.

I think they've already mentioned there have been some issues.

Several residents have complained that Mrs Carter has made

-unwanted sexual advances towards them.

-So what?

she can't have been the first to do something like that.

It's true that inappropriate sexual behaviour isn't unusual

-in dementia patients.

-Exactly,

and they're a specialist unit, aren't they?

Shouldn't they be trained in how to deal with that sort of thing?

You're right, but these situations can be difficult

for anyone to deal with.

So you'll just sling her out on the streets for getting a bit frisky?

They couldn't do that even if they wanted to.

Mrs Carter's on notice concerning her behaviour

but the home are willing to take her back.

Sorry. She heard voices, I couldn't keep her calm.

We'll have chicken for dinner tonight, shall we?

I'll go out the back and ring one of their necks.

Mum, Mum. Hey, Mum. Leave that to Mick, all right?

Um, I know we're probably not best to encourage her,

but I thought, if it makes her happy, what's the harm?

-Actually, that's not a good idea...

-When am I going home?

Hey, Mum, Mum. You're at the Queen Vic.

-You remember the Vic?

-That care home ain't fit for purpose.

She needs to go somewhere else.

Somewhere that don't leave doors open and lets her go for a roam.

I really think going back to her existing place would be

the best option for everyone. It's a good home.

I hate that place! I won't go back there!

-I won't!

-You see, you hear her? She doesn't want to go back.

-I can't force her.

-All right, so... we need to find her a new gaff then.

It'll be at least a day

until I can pull together a list of alternatives.

Does she have somewhere to stay till then?

-Yeah, course she does, yeah.

-What, here?

No, she can't.

Why don't you go put a pie in the oven?

I think we can manage a bed for the night.

Let's just get this sorted, shall we?

Here you go.

I saw Steven earlier...

just walking through the market.

I don't know who was more awkward, him or me.

Well, what do you expect? You've only just broken up.

It will get easier, the more you see him, though.

Mm.

He might not be here for long.

Soon he'll be gone, just like Dad's gone.

Like everything in my life.

Oh... You're amazing!

You have everything going for you and somehow you still manage

to turn it round and feel sorry for yourself.

Do you have any idea what I've been through the last few weeks?

You're not the only one who's broken up with someone that they love.

And as much as I don't like him, he is my dad too.

I just... I thought I was starting this new life...

and now look at me.

Stuck back in Walford with nothing.

You don't have nothing, Lauren.

You've got what most people would dream of.

A chance for a fresh start.

Er...chicken soup!

Some kind of weird ostrich thing?

-Do we have to play this?

-Oh, come on, it was Christmas turkey!

What's the matter with you lot?

-Son, stick to your nursing, yeah?

-Why?

-Oh, come on then, you.

-Right, my turn. Let's have a look.

All right. That's a good one, good one.

-Film.

-Yeah.

-Two words.

-Right.

Arrrgh!

THEY LAUGH

Mate, do you know what you look like?!

I don't know how you managed to pull a fit bird like Stacey

with moves like that.

Ready for you now.

Here we go.

I can't.

If I can, you can.

It's for Bobby - you don't have a choice.

-So you'll let us know when you get a list of homes for us to call?

-Yep.

Do you mind if I get back to Mum?

-No. Go on, you get back to Sylvie.

-Thank you.

You should know that Mrs Carter won't be considered a priority.

She already has an adequate council place waiting for her

and there's no reason she can't return to it.

Still, I think we can do a bit better than "adequate"

if we put our heads together, can't we?

I'm sorry if that lot came on a bit strong.

They want to do right by Mrs Carter.

I wish more people came on as strong as them.

-See you tomorrow.

-See you tomorrow.

He has got a smart mouth

and he cares more about his trainers than his school work.

Yeah, him and the rest of the 15-year-olds on the planet.

-You don't get it.

-What do you mean I don't get it? Of course I do!

You know she's our little girl and she's growing up.

Martin, there are nights where I lay in bed and I can't sleep

cos I'm worried about her going out into the big wide world on her own.

-So, help me protect her, then!

-What do you want me to do, eh?

Let her stay here for the rest of her life?

You've moved on, you've got a new family...

You know what, I would never, ever not be there for Bex.

-I don't care if me and Stace had ten kids.

-I know that.

What I'm saying is you've had a chance to build your own life.

So have I. You know?

Why are we going to stand in the way of Bex doing that?

Yeah. There any chance that we just forget today ever happened?

Shaki wants to go home.

And he probably won't be back any time soon, either.

-Thanks for that.

-Look, just tell him to wait five minutes. OK?

We're making this right.

Please stand, Bobby.

I have read and considered

the reports prepared by the youth offending team

which sets out an alternative to a custodial sentence,

but I am not bound to follow that recommendation.

I've made my decision on the basis that your crimes were violent,

aggressive and displayed a worrying pattern of behaviour.

Therefore I will impose a custodial sentence

of three years

for the unlawful killing of Miss Lucy Katharine Beale

and one year for the grievous bodily harm,

with intent, of Mrs Lesley Jane Beale.

These sentences to run concurrently.

If you could go with the custody officers, please, Bobby.

-No. Stop!

-Please be quiet and refrain from disrupting this court.

-You can't do this! You can't take my son away!

-Mr Beale!

Look, I should have done more.

I should have done something when I found out what he did...

Just get him out of here!

Martin?

There's something you wanted to say to Shakil?

You don't really expect me to grovel, do you?

What do you think? Look at my face.

You were just taking the mick.

I suppose I could have reacted...better.

Whatever.

You were right. Hey? They have got something in common, haven't they.

You should be ashamed of yourself, all right?

For losing your sense of humour.

But as for you...

Would it kill you to look him in the eye and call him Mr Fowler?

Sorry...

..Mrs Fowler.

You don't have to like each other, but you do have to be civil.

Cos you have got one thing in common.

-And what's my betting that you want to keep her happy.

-Mum!

Now, do I have to get you up and shake hands

like a pair of three-year-olds? Come on...

-All right.

-There you go, wasn't that bad, was it?

Ben, mate, would you, er... would you get him some water?

Come on, Dad. Just breathe, yeah?

I wanted this to happen. I did this.

Leave him alone, will you, Keeble?

I just have to know.

When did you really find out that Bobby had killed Lucy?

On my wedding day.

I found out on my wedding day.

Good luck, Mr Beale.

Are you really just going to leave it at that?

Everyone's made mistakes in this.

Bottom line, his daughter's dead,

his son's life will never be the same.

We couldn't make him suffer any more even if we wanted to.

It's over.

Come on.

Let's go home.

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TEXT ALERT

Ian?

It's not good news.

I'll get you another beer.

-You're like a miracle worker, you know?

-Don't be daft.

It doesn't take much to knock a couple of heads together.

Well, if it wasn't for you, then I'd still be sneaking round

with Shakil and feeling terrible about it.

You know, I don't care if it's not cool,

but this is loads better.

And even though you and Dad aren't together, we're still a family.

And I don't know what any of us would do without you.

There you go.

-Give your dad that beer.

-OK.

Oh, hi, hi there, my name's Sonia Fowler.

I'm calling to confirm my appointment with the consultant?

It's regarding elective surgery.

Oh... I had to do something.

I couldn't just lie around in bed all day.

Where's Ian?

Jane...

How long did he get?

-Pint, please.

-Yeah, course.

Do you want another drink, Mum?

Why not? Isn't every day I let my hair down, is it?

You really think that's a good idea?

I know him, that's...

-Where you going?

-Remind me where I know you from, handsome.

Mum! Sorry... Come on. Come sit back down.

I said keep hold of her.

I can't afford to keep giving free booze to every punter she weaves up.

Sonia just text. Bobby got three years.

Three stretch at that age?

-Poor kid.

-Poor Lucy, you mean.

Drinks all round, I think? Brandies.

I'm just going to check Johnny's all right with Ollie.

-Someone's settling in well, I see.

-It's just for one night.

I'd have thought even you'd be OK with that?

You really think it's just the one night

she's going to disrupt round here?

Trust me, once she's got her feet under the table,

it'll be wall-to-wall Sylvie.

Then we'll all suffer - you, me, that lot over there.

Even your kids.

You know what they say - never invite a vampire in.

Hi.

I just saw your car outside.

What happened at court?

Three years.

Three years?!

-Where's Ian?

-He's at the hospital with...with Jane.

He didn't want her hearing it from anyone else.

Listen, Ben...

..you've been inside, exactly where Bobby is now.

Tell me the truth.

Will he get the help he needs in there?

This was everything I was trying to avoid.

This day.

Bobby in prison.

This is what I imagined when I walked in and saw Lucy.

This.

Avoiding this is...

..why I picked her up and...

All I had to do was protect him, Ian, and I couldn't even do that.

Keeble asked me when I...found out that Bobby had killed Lucy.

I told her the truth. I couldn't lie any more.

It's all right. I don't think she's going to do anything.

And to be honest, at the time, I didn't care...

It was just a relief not to lie.

We haven't been very honest these past few years, have we?

And what have those lies done?

Just made everything worse.

I love you...

for trying to protect Bobby.

And whatever happens...

at least he knows he's loved.

He knows that his mum and dad would have...

..gone to the ends of the Earth to try and keep him safe.

I just want us to move on from this.

I need it to be over.

Oh, Ian, me too.

I don't know how we're going to do it though, love.

But I'm still here and so are you.

That's got to mean something, hasn't it?

(Did you feel that?)

You squeezed my hand!