Emotions are running high in Walford as the locals react to news of a tragedy, while a grief-stricken Shirley battles to deal with the loss of her best friend.
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Why's there a sleeping bag on the sofa?
Oh, Jay was up all night watching rubbish on TV.
-He couldn't sleep.
-Where is he now?
Right, come on, Shirl. You gotta eat something. Here.
-Look, if there's anything I can do to...
Oh, don't look at me, I only work here!
Bianca! B! Save me a trip.
-About this month's rent...
-You'll have to speak to Ricky.
-He deals with it.
-No, I have done. He's a hundred shy.
-I ain't got that sort of money, Billy!
-I'll give you to
the end of the week, all right? You know what Janine's like. Sorry.
I just need a quote. I won't put your name in the paper.
-Don't really know too much about it.
-The victim's injuries...
-Her name's Heather.
The victim's injuries clearly indicate that she was struck.
I should...be waking up next to her about now.
Gutful of butterflies.
First day of our new life together.
The three of...
He loves his eggy bread first thing.
Heather said he won't eat anything else for breakfast.
For the benefit of the tape, I'm showing Mr Cotton exhibit JRA07,
a scene photograph.
What did you hit her with, Andrew?
-Have you charged him or not yet?!
-Shirley, leave it. Shirley!
No, no, you listen! She was my mate! My BEST mate! What are you doing?!
They've got their man! Give it time. Let them do their job.
They can't even find their own backsides!
-Give me five minutes with him and I'll rip his throat out!
-please, stop it. You're scaring Amy.
-He knew. He knew that she was weak.
-He preyed on her.
-Yes, I know.
And I should've tried harder. I should've made her see what type of man he REALLY is!
That was Heather, wasn't it? Always saw the best in people.
-It's all right.
-Get your hands off me!
After what you did?!
-He might have forgiven you, but I've not.
-Yeah, forgiven but not forgotten, OK?
Well, I can't. I ain't. And I WON'T!
I want you out of here. Get back to Ian's!
-You heard her.
-Dad... But you said I wouldn't have to go back there.
Why isn't Andrew back yet?
-They can keep him for 60 hours if they want to.
Of course I'm sure. I've had enough practice.
I mean, my Nick made sure of that.
-Will you just phone Jack for me?
-What on earth for?
I expect he's still got friends on the force. He can pull a few strings.
The longer they keep him, the more they're clutching at straws.
What you gotta do is just sit it out.
-Shirley's in a state. So if it's all right with you...
-Not really, no.
-Mandy! No, course. Always room for my little bro.
We haven't even moved any of your stuff from last time.
And I got your birthday present. I know it was yesterday.
-I don't accept bribes from grasses.
-Ben, what else was I supposed to do?
Keep your mouth shut. Then maybe none of this would've happened.
-I thought you two were sorting things out?
-Why don't you just take the present, yeah?
Wow! A smartphone.
16 is a milestone. One to remember.
Don't worry. I won't.
So, Ben, sweet 16?
That means you can, what, play the lottery...
you can leave home and there's nothing he can do about it.
-Or they can chuck me out.
-No-one is chucking you out!
Right, what do you call this then? Second time in a couple of months.
-You promised I wouldn't have to come back here!
-This was a bad idea. Come on. Let's go.
-D'you want me to open the caff up for you?
You don't want to lose any more trade to McKlunky's, do you?
You'll have to make do with what's in the till.
-I'll give you a hand if you want.
-You?! You can't even butter toast!
You can be such a plonker sometimes, d'you know that?!
Where you going?!
Launderette. Them service washes won't do themselves.
Nobody expects you to go back to work.
Not unless they've got a heart of stone.
-You don't know Mr Opopopa.
No. And he hasn't made my acquaintance either.
I ought to let him know. I'll have to phone him.
You leave that to me. Is he in your address book?
Take your coat off, I'll make you a nice cup of tea.
Oh, don't touch that!
You're the boss.
While you're out there you can bring me a duster.
I'll make a start on the skirting.
-Haven't you heard a word I said?!
-Ian can't take him this time.
-Then find some other rock he can crawl under!
-I'll keep out your way, I promise.
How can you forgive him after the nightmare he put us through?!
Because he's still my son. KNOCKING
You get that, will you?
KNOCKING CONTINUES All right! All right!
I thought I saw your mug walking across the square.
-I ain't got time for this now.
-What happened? Old Bill pull the plug?
Your little boy let the side down, did he?
He saw sense in the end, yeah.
Aw. That's nice. I like a happy ending, don't you?
Thing is, Phil, all this chopping and changing at the top,
it's bad for staff morale.
Continuity, that's the key. Strong leadership.
That way, everyone knows where they stand.
Don't you ever get tired of the sound of your own voice?
Me? Nah. I'm a people person. Take the other night for instance.
I took all the door staff out for a drink.
Got 'em mullered, actually.
Right load of old gossips when they get going!
Well, I don't care what they told you about me.
They're saying you're losing your touch. Dodgy ticker.
-Problems indoors. Taken your eye of the ball.
-Is that right?
Yeah. But don't worry, I got your back.
I'll keep 'em in line. Quell any uprisings.
That way, you can take a load off.
Don't want you having another health scare, do we?
You all right? Is your dad in?
-Good luck. Gollum's his usual charming self(!)
You only turn 18 once. It's supposed to be a celebration.
Oh. So I suppose there's no party then?
No. "Ain't you heard, Lauren? There's a recession on."
Oh, well. Suppose we're all skint, ain't we?
-See you later.
I'll get the money.
I'll just sell my body or something.
At least we'll have money for the bus fare home then.
-You definitely sure that was him?
Like you can mistake Mr Potato Head.
You know what that means, don't you? I got Phil sent down.
He's going to be gunning for me after this!
-Phil ain't going to touch you, yeah. Unless he wants me to deal with.
-Right. That's OK then.
-Patrick, you look terrible.
-You always had a way with words, huh(?)
-No, I mean you shouldn't be here.
-She meant so much to you.
-You was going to walk her down the aisle.
-What can I get you, ladies?
-Two halves of lager, please.
-Tragic. Hev had her whole life ahead of her.
Don't it make you think? You gotta live every day like it's your last.
-Mmm! Smells good. What is it?
-Chicken and chorizo hotpot.
-You read my mind.
Hey! Look who I found with a fistful of crisps.
-What you doing?! Sorry! You take your eyes off 'em for two minutes.
-I know. No joy at the nursery then?
No. I didn't want to leave her today. D'you mind?
No, that's all right. Come on.
Come and show Uncle Alfie how we do a masterclass in finger painting.
Paddy, Paddy. Look out, mate. Look what you're doing!
-Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.
-It's OK. Paddy, why don't you
-go home, mate? Go on.
-And leave you in the lurch?
-The Fox is here.
-Go on, mate. Take as much time as you want.
-Off you go.
-Come on, Patrick. I'll get you a coffee.
-Appreciate it, Kim. Thanks, darling.
It's all right, my love.
The pleasure's all mine. SHE LAUGHS MISCHIEVOUSLY
Cup of tea, please. What you doing working here?
-Just doing my bit, you know. Sharing the load.
-Why didn't Phil ask me?
-Cos you're a moron?
-Yeah, well, I couldn't have done it anyway.
I gotta keep myself available for the Old Bill.
-Oh, yeah? What for?
-Key witness, I am.
I want to make sure that slime ball goes down for what he did.
-Let me get this for you.
-Oh, thank you.
It's times like this you'll be realising how important it is
to have your family.
-Why don't you let me help you out at the laundrette a bit, Dot?
Yeah. You can't cope on your own. Least till you find someone else.
Heather ain't someone else. She ain't an employee.
She's more like me...
Like a friend.
I'm just thinking of you.
Oh, I don't know.
The telly's bust. You'd be doing me a favour.
-The kids are doing my head in.
-They ought to think themselves lucky. Poor little George...
Just let her help out, eh, Dot? Till the dust settles.
Oh, all right then. Here you are.
Here's my keys.
Thanks, Dot. Thanks, Cora. I'll be off.
-Who was that at the door? Oh, it's you.
-I'm going now. See you later.
Dot told you. The longer, the better.
They better not be holding him in some cell.
Andrew's like me, he can't stand tight places.
I think he's got more to worry about than that, Rose.
I better go out. Get something for tonight.
I'll come with you. I could do with the fresh air.
I'll only be five minutes. Ain't worth you getting your coat on.
This homeless man you allege you met. What did you talk about?
-This and that. I'm really tired.
-Answer the question.
-Don't tell me what to do!
You sounded like me mum, that's all.
She thinks the world of you.
How many mothers would try to pervert the course of justice?
Always was an interfering old bag. She's the reason we were eloping.
Trouble is, we only have your word for it.
Please. Look, talk to my Aunty Dot. Hev might have mentioned something.
-Interview suspended at 12:42pm.
-Time for your rest break, Mr Cotton.
-When are you going to bail me?
We haven't finished with you yet.
Fancy a shot?
-It's only a game, Jay.
Everything's a game to you, ain't it?
I'll give her a shout, Dot.
-Have you spoke to Andrew yet?
-I'm afraid not.
-Have they charged him yet?
-No. Not yet. But they will.
I'm sure he'll be exonerated.
Andrew worshipped the ground that she walked on.
You know, I never had you down as stupid, Dot.
-It's staring her in the face and she can't even see it!
Come on, you two. Upstairs, yeah.
I know you're angry, Shirley. And I understand.
-But it's the grief what's talking.
-You don't know how I feel.
You weren't the one that found her lying there. And her eyes!
No, don't touch me, Dot!
I feel like you do! I can't sleep at night.
I lie awake till the light comes in.
It takes all me strength just to say her name.
If you cared about her so much, why are you harbouring a murderer?
-The truth will come out.
-The truth is, Dot,
your precious little nephew tried to punch my lights out the other night.
That's what you get when you front up to a man like that.
-But you provoked him, Shirley.
-I was sticking up for her!
You should've seen the dent he left in the wall next to my head!
I think I've outstayed my welcome. This is for little George.
I hope he doesn't start on you, Dot. I really do.
I'd better go. Rose will be wondering where I am.
I'd appreciate if it you wouldn't tell her that I've been here.
Cheer up, mate. It might never happen.
-Who else is going to pay for your mistake?
-Are you threatening me, Jay?
-Cos if you are, I'll be straight down the nick with your hoodie.
-They won't believe you anyway.
They don't have to. It's covered with Hev's DNA.
Like I've really hid it in here!
There you go.
Urgh! Oh, you're kidding me!
-The wet look suits you, babe.
-Oh, Ray, put her down!
-Let me give you a hand.
I don't think so. This is the VIP area.
Well, let me in on the guest list!
Grandad, you got the key to the cellar? The cider's off.
-We're out, darling.
-The dray came Friday...
I know, sweetheart. I messed up the order.
-Right, I'm going to go and check.
-Roxy! No need to!
-Just give him a bottle on the house.
-Do as the man says, eh?
-What you hanging round with Mr Fruit Loops for?
-Oi, what'd you call me?
What did you call me, eh?
-Is that how you let your staff talk to people?!
-Whoa, Derek, please!
-Calm down. She's winding you up. That's all.
-Can't you bring a bit more attention to us, eh?
-We've got Old Bill crawling all over the square thanks to Nellie the Elephant.
-Oi, d'you mind?
-Hev was a mate of mine.
-And we've got five grand's worth of crooked gear in there.
Tell me about it! My cellar looks like the front window of Dixons.
That's pukka gear, mate.
I'll tell you something, it's lucky that I destroyed all them
CCTV tapes from the club before the Old Bill got their hands on them.
Don't want them getting more than they bargained for, do we?
It ain't the Old Bill I'm worried about.
Don't you worry about Phil. He's handed the reins over to someone with a bit more vision.
Yeah, only because he's got his hands full with Shirl.
Relax, Alfie, relax. I've landed bigger fish than him.
-Where are you going?
-We're going to the mortuary.
I don't want to remember her like that.
Shirl... Hev's dead. She's gone.
-It ain't her lying there any more.
-I'm sorry. I need to.
I have to say goodbye.
I know you. I know what you're like. You won't be able to handle it.
It's a good job I'll have you there with me then, innit?
-I'll take that for you, yeah.
-Oi! What you doing?
Hey! I hope you saved me some of that hotpot.
Ow! That really hurt, that one!
-Babe, put that in... Ow!
-2-1! Come on, out the way, Kim. Kim, you're going to get hurt.
-Out the way, babe.
-Oh, 2-1, 2-1, 2-1!
-OK, OK! That's not fair. I haven't put my guard up yet.
-Go on then!
Can you stop doing that?
BUZZER DRONES Shirl, this ain't going to help.
-What took you so long?
-I'm afraid it won't be possible to see Miss Trott.
-Why? Who says?
-The pathologist hasn't performed the postmortem.
-Well, get him down here.
-I'm sorry, there's nothing I can...
-I will call security if I have to!
-Go on then! Flaming jobsworth,
you're all the same. Just want to make other people's lives a misery.
-I appreciate you're upset, but there's...
-You have no idea how I feel!
Assaults on staff will be not tolerated.
What you going to do about it then?! Eh?!
Shirl, Shirl. Sorry, mate, we're going, it's OK...
-Finally found your tongue?!
-Why didn't you back me up then?!
You heard him. It's not just you. No-one's allowed in.
-That's not the point! You didn't even try!
-I don't make the rules!
-I thought you were on my side!
-I am on your side!
-No, you're not.
You're not! Not when push comes to shove!
-Ben and Jay? Yeah!
-Come on, Shirley, that ain't true!
-Always last in the queue, ain't I?
That's not true. I love you, all right? Come on,
-I hate seeing you like this.
-Who have I got, eh? Why...why?!
-I just want her back, Phil.
I know you do. I know. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Shirl...
-Ah! You're late.
-I turned up and it was shut!
-What are you doing here?
-Phil asked me to keep an eye on things.
And I thought today was finally looking up.
If I was you, I'd get used to it.
-Please don't tell me you're buying this place back?
-Just helping out.
Hiya. Can I have a coffee, please,
if it's not... I thought you said you didn't need any help.
I changed my mind.
What's got into you?
Fine. If you want to play games, play 'em on your own.
Sorry to interrupt. You the proprietor?
Erm, yes, I am, in a manner of speaking.
Mind if I leave these appeal flyers? Might jog someone's memory.
Nah, that's fine. I thought you'd nicked Andrew Cotton for that.
I'm afraid I can't discuss the specifics.
I'd help you nail him, but I was at home all night.
And I was window shopping, sorry, hun.
Thought you said you'd gone for a drink with Kim?
So, what, I'm in the frame, now am I?
You can't be in two places at once.
Well...I had a drink with Kim when I got back, didn't I?
Have a seat. Rose is upstairs. I'll go and see if she's awake.
-Actually, it was you I was after.
Mr Cotton thinks you might be able to assist us in our inquiries.
-Oh. I see.
-It won't take long.
-What are you doing?
-Where's my hoodie? If it ain't at home,
-then where is it?
-As if I'm telling you.
-Make me. Come on!
Just give it back.
Or what, eh? You going to run and tell Phil?!
Don't tell him. Please don't tell him, Jay.
Don't tell him what?
Did Heather talk much about the wedding plans?
Only morning, noon and night.
No sign of cold feet? No change of plan?
I know marriage is considered old-fashioned these days.
But Heather ain't like that. She's an old-fashioned sort of girl.
It's just that Mr Cotton insists that they had decided to elope.
I ain't interested in what my nephew's got to say.
Now if there is nothing else, I'll see you out.
Dad! You're hurting me. I wasn't going to do anything. I swear.
It was just to wind him up. Dad.
Don't put me in there. Dad, don't. Please.
-Get in the car. Get in the car.
What did the policeman want?
Apparently Andrew keeps saying that him and Heather were going to elope.
-That don't sound like Heather to me.
-No, it don't.
You know, every man, woman and child out there thinks it was him.
What are we going to tell Rose?
We can't keep the truth away from her. It's not going to do her any good.
-And it's not going to do me any good either.
-What do you mean?
Sorry, Dot. I know he's your nephew but he's as guilty as sin.
But we don't know that.
I don't want to make things difficult.
-I think I'll have to pack my bags and go. All right?
I'm not going to have you leaving. Finish your drink.
We'll make a toast.
To him what's guilty, may he get his just deserts.
-What are you doing? Dad, stop!
-What am I doing?!
-What do you think I'm doing, eh?! Idiot!
-Don't hurt me.
-Don't hurt ya?
-Don't hurt me!
-Don't hurt ya?!
Ain't such a tough guy now, are you?! Not so tough now!
-I'm sorry, I'm sorry!
-You're sorry! Get up.
-What are you going to do?
-What you should have done in the first place!
Now don't you ever, ever threaten my family again! Do you hear me?!
-I'm your family. I'm a Mitchell! I proved it to you.
-I could've got you sent down. I could've done it!
-Oh, and that's
your idea of being a Mitchell, is it? Getting me sent down?!
-Just forget about it, it was a blip!
-A blip?! Are you off your head or what!
-One mistake and you're never going to forgive me for that?!
-So what was Heather? Eh? Or don't she count?!
Just face it, Dad, all right? My face don't fit. Whatever I do, you just push me away.
Jay? Jay's a different story though. I'll never measure up
-to be like him.
-What are you talking about? You're my son.
-I've always been proud of you.
-I embarrass you. Every chance you get, you push me away!
-It's all in your head!
-You hate me! You hate the fact I'm gay! You hate everything about me!
-No, that ain't true.
-D'you know what I wish? I wish I was on that slab instead.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, all right? I didn't mean to hurt you.
I didn't mean to scare you. I just... Ben, you're my son.
You're a Mitchell and you always will be.
It don't matter what you do. So we will get through this together.
You and me. We'll get through this, all right? Come on.
I promise you. I promise you.
Come on. Please. I'm sorry.
Oi, look at this.
It says on the label "dry cleaning only"
and it had a bloke's number in the pocket.
You sure you want to come back here?
You're always welcome at ours.
Yeah, right. Anyway, cheers.
Ben. Listen, what I told the police...
Yeah, whatever. No worries.
-I'll be off, then, yeah.
-Ben, you got any idea how this ended up in the wash?
Yeah, like I do the laundry(!)
Jay. Where are you...? Jay, wait up!
You want to go out?
Look, you do whatever you want to do, all right?
The Old Bill still got Andrew?
Yeah, Shirley made me call 'em first thing this morning.
Do you think he'll get charged?
Oh, that's not fair. It says here they think Andrew did it,
and he's not even had a trial yet.
Come on, even Inspector Clouseau could work out who done that. Oh, look who it is!
You don't mind me coming in early, do you? No-one wants to talk to me at home.
No, no worries, sweetheart. Hello, you.
Shenice's got the day off school.
She started with one of those imaginary colds,
started giving me the old big watery eyes...
Such a softie!
Have you read this? Billy's been saying all sorts about Andrew.
Has he? Good for him, for once.
-Well, he's wrong.
-What d'you mean?
They all are. Cos I saw him outside the tube station.
-So, when he was round at Heather's supposedly...
-..I saw him outside the tube station.
-No, you can't have done.
-Why can't I?
-I tell you why, cos everyone knows he's a murdering so and so, that's why.
Well, I'm not so sure about that.
Jean, if I was you I would just keep this to myself,
because everyone's gung-ho out there.
The last thing they want to hear about is you defending that.
-Jean, sweetheart, listen, I love you to bits, darling,
but I think the Old Bill have got this one sewn up.
Come on. Shall we go and see Shenice? Come on, then.
-Go on, through you go. You want a cup of a tea, darling?
Hey, Jay? Seen my name in the paper?
Look. Where is it?
"Billy Mitchell, local businessman."
Told them I owned a few properties as well, you know,
give it a bit of credibility.
I thought about saying I was a doctor, but that might be pushing it. Oi, where you going?
You should be proud of me, I'm doing a public service here.
You want to see animals like that walking round on the street? I don't think so.
-You Andrew's friend now?
This is about doing right for Heather.
Yeah. You tell him, Sy.
I know that. I just don't want to read about it in the paper, is that all right?
-Does he like Andrew or something?
-He'll be the only one.
It's Andrew! He's home!
Rose, I'm sorry...
Where is he? Where's my son?
We have a warrant to search the premises, madam.
Where's my son? Where is he?
Listen, I...I miss her too.
Thought you said she was an idiot.
Some idiots I like.
Ben! Ben, get that, will you?
She was all right. She was.
Bit more than all right.
I don't know what you're making such a fuss about.
You've got another leg, hop on that one.
You shouldn't have been jumping off that wall in the first place.
And I should be at the caff, not making hot chocolate for you.
But I haven't done my homework.
Right. Now the truth comes out, doesn't it?
Now, I should report you to the school. I should.
I should report my own child for not doing his homework.
But you helped Ben out.
Come on. What homework we gotta do, then?
We tracked Darren Miller as far as India.
After that, we don't know where he went.
We made some phone calls and your name came up.
Does that mean I can keep him?
All the indications are that this would be the best place
for George at this moment in time.
We did some background checks, and because you're George's godmother...
As I said before.
..it's clear that George was happy and comfortable in your care.
Yeah, well, this was his home for quite a while.
I take it you want to take him, then?
There is another godparent, Patrick Trueman...
No. No, this is his home. What d'you reckon, George?
Do you like that, eh?
-You see that? In his eyes?
-It's Heather, she's staring right at me.
-Take it easy, right?
Take it easy? How...
You can do this, all right? You've got to. D'you hear me? You've got no choice.
Thank you. I'm sure George is going to be very comfortable here.
We'll call round every week. Any problems, please phone me.
I know it's been a difficult time.
You having a laugh? We can't have George here.
It's happening. Get used to it.
-But this ain't a happy family home.
-It could be.
The Old Bill are over at Dot's with a search warrant.
They're just about to try and nail Andrew. D'you hear that?
-Don't! All right? Just don't.
What are they doing rifling through my things?
And all that noise they're making, it's outrageous.
-What they looking for, anyway?
-I don't know.
Sorry, ladies, I think it's all my fault.
I found what was left of a burned sweatshirt at the allotment.
One of the ones that we all wore at the stag night.
-Keep up, Rose.
If it's not here, that means Andrew must've burned his.
They don't honestly believe...? No. No, they can't.
He wouldn't... He'd never...
Dot, go up and tell 'em.
Go on, you tell 'em.
Well, they wouldn't be doing what they're doing
if they thought that Andrew were innocent.
But you think he's innocent. Don't you?
-Do you like this one?
-'Ah, Upsy Daisy!
-Upsy Daisy. Hello...'
All right, Abi. You about?
I just wanted to see you. Nothing's the matter, no.
Come back at lunchtime then, yeah? All right. Bye.
Just meeting Abi.
I didn't ask.
What do I do, Jay?
You're asking me?
What do I do to make it good for everyone?
-Does that include Andrew?
-I'm talking about this family.
-What happens outside, that's for other people.
He's on somebody else's list.
So I'm asking you, what the hell do I do? Eh?
Right, if we're going to do this, we're going to do it right, OK?
This is going to win prizes. They'll hang it on the school wall
like it's the Bayeux Tapestry. You know what that is, don't you?
-No, neither do I, but I'm sure it's big.
Right, this isn't just going to be a family tree, OK?
This is going to be a dynasty.
When people see it they're going to gasp, I tell you. Right.
I think I should take the picture of me and put it in the middle.
And we'll work outwards from there.
It's all pointing to Andrew.
It only needs Shirley to say he almost hit her
and that'll be that.
I never dreamt Andrew could do a thing like this.
We'll have to prepare her, be there for her.
She won't listen.
Even if he confesses, she'll say that it was dragged out of him.
She don't believe there's any bad in him.
But I think that a mother always knows,
deep down, what she gave birth to.
-I sell a lot of hoodies.
-We found one at the allotments. Someone had tried to burn it.
-So we'll need a sample from your stall, see if we can get a match.
-Do you have one, Mr Masood?
-Yeah, course. Do I get paid for it?
Here you go. Anything to help.
I'll need to speak to all the people who were meant to be at the stag do.
Ah, I see. This got something to do with Andrew, then?
Do you know where I can find Jay Mitchell?
The Arches? Maybe you could try his house.
-They didn't find it.
-His hoodie could be somewhere else.
Well, it could! Well, somebody say something, please.
They wouldn't be able to find it if he'd burned it, would they?
Maybe because it had blood on it or something.
How dare you?! He never touched her!
-Rose, Rose, we're going to be there for you, OK?
-He never touched her!
No, it's not OK! It's not OK!
And what's that still doing here?
You trying to make a point or something?
-You trying to make a point?
-Leave that alone, you hear me?
-Put it back. Put it back!
-Stop it! Stop it! The pair of you!
You should be ashamed of yourselves.
You got a minute?
I'm sorry. I'm so, so, sorry, Dot. Forgive me.
Come on, darling.
What if it's true?
I'm scared of what it'll do to her.
You'd be just as worried as me, Cora.
She's not as strong as you, Dot.
With what's happened to my lovely Heather Trott
and Andrew suspected of doing it...
I've had a double shock.
He's my nephew, and I've grown very fond of him.
And I want him to be my nephew, not some murderer.
It can't be. It can't be true.
For all our sakes.
Let's just keep our fingers crossed, eh?
See, no matter who you are,
when people start putting doubts in your head, they eat away at you.
Even if you don't want 'em to.
George is getting restless.
Go down the shops and get him some books, toys, DVDs, whatever.
-Anyone else in the room?
I am. I don't mind.
Off you go, Jay.
Jay, just give me a call, will you?
-I don't suppose Jay's been in here, has he?
-No, not seen him.
-Listen, how's Shirley?
-Take a guess.
Yeah, our thoughts are with you both an' all that.
Phil, this is probably the wrong time,
but seeing as you're here, maybe we could have a chat, talk about the rent, maybe take it down a notch?
Never mind. I just thought, while you were here...
Really, really good timing(!)
You should see the state of my bank balance.
Listen, the police will want to see your hoodie.
No worries, be in my flat somewhere. At least it should be.
I was so blottoed on the night of the stag I can't remember what I did with it.
-And I lost one of my shoes.
-I'd find it if I were you.
Oh, what, like I'm going to be a suspect?
You're not exactly a local businessman, are you?
What is it you actually do for a living, Mr Mitchell?
Hey, least I played my part in getting him banged up.
I didn't see any of you lot stepping forward.
-They'll do you for perjury.
Jean, enough of that, yeah?
People are upset enough as it is, Jean.
I know what I saw and I know he's innocent.
-She talking about Andrew?
-You didn't see him, you couldn't have.
He's bang to rights. You don't want to start interfering.
- The police are all over it. - Any chance of getting served here?
-Go and sort Phil out. Go, go.
-I know what I saw.
When you're ready, please.
So, what was it you saw?
Well, he was out.
Jean, Jean, are you sure Phil's the right person to be telling,
considering who he lives with?
Roxy, don't worry about it, all right?
Jean said she saw something, I want to know what she saw.
We all do, right? Well?
You've put me on the spot now.
I'm not very good at being put on the spot.
-Well, he was near the tube station.
-What time was this?
Um...not quite sure. But it was Andrew. I saw him.
Yeah, Jean, I don't think it's the right time now, sweetheart, eh?
-Do you remember what you were doing before that?
-Oh, nice one, Jean(!)
You don't want to start throwing comments about like that, all right? The police've got their man.
Jean, it might have been a different day, darling, yeah?
I'm sorry, I didn't mean...
You told the Old Bill about any of this?
No. Should I?
Well, you might have something, mightn't you?
Yes, but...I can't prove it.
You might be a key witness.
Me, a key witness? Imagine!
Long as, you know, you're of sound mind.
Yeah, but what if they look into things, though? About me?
What if they find out I haven't been all right before?
Like the benefit fraud?
Oh, I'd completely forgotten about that. I didn't do it.
They wouldn't bring that up, would they?
Well, the defence would. Course they would. They use anything.
It's what they do, in't it? And that'd be the medication, the fraud.
And the press.
-Yeah. We're talking about a killer on the loose.
-I don't want a killer wandering around my square. Do you?
So...did you see him?
Umm, what was it you wanted to drink?
It's all right, I've just remembered I've gotta be somewhere else.
You all right?
Yeah, I'm fine, yeah.
You been shopping?
Yeah, for George. The social brought him round. They can't trace Darren.
-I suppose it's the best place for him.
I was glad you called me.
I was glad that you came.
I bet it's tough round yours right now.
You should've seen what we were like when we thought Mum was...
Well, when we thought she might... But this...
this has happened, hasn't it? This has actually happened.
Mmm. They're all over Andrew.
Yeah, people at school were talking about him, asking if I know him.
I was like, "I sort of do, but I so wish I didn't."
Abi... What if it wasn't him?
-It's got to be, though.
-But just say it wasn't.
-I don't want to.
-Well, it's like wishing it was someone else and it weren't.
-Well, you don't know that.
I was relying on you.
Well, what did you expect me to say?
Well, I know it is, Jay. I do, I promise you.
And, look, maybe he didn't mean it, maybe it was half accident,
but it's done now,
and it's horrible and I don't even want to think about him ever again, really.
So I'm supposed to just let him rot?
There's, um...this thing they've got written on a school wall in the corridor.
It's like a saying.
"Evil only happens because good men do nothing."
-I don't get it.
-Well, like, good men are going to lock Andrew up. They're doing something.
Yeah, it's what they do. So don't worry about it, Jay.
It's all being taken care of.
Just because the hoodie's not here
doesn't mean it can't be somewhere else.
But there is nowhere else it could be.
We're not giving up, Patrick.
I'm sorry, ladies. I have had enough.
Come on, Rose.
He's your son. Where did he go before all this happened?
Who did he see, what did he do?
He didn't do much. He saw Heather, worked at the nightclub.
That's right. The nightclub.
That's a den of iniquity.
Bouncer, wasn't he? Probably had a locker of his own.
He did. At least I think he did.
Right. Now we're getting somewhere.
-They found Jay's hoodie.
-If they find Andrew's it could let him off the hook. Somehow we've got to replace Jay's.
They're asking everyone to produce theirs.
But Jay can't do that, and if Jay can't do that and they find Andrew's
then he's going to have to tell 'em why.
All right, take it easy, OK? Now, I've got an idea. It ain't a nice one, but it's all I've got.
We got the stuff for George.
Shirley sent me out.
There's loads there.
She's trying to keep him happy, in't she?
Ben, take it through, yeah?
Eh? No way.
You want to get in Shirley's good books, right?
Sorry, Abi, just give us a minute, will you?
-I'll get it. And remember, good men, Jay.
See you later.
The Old Bill are looking for you. They want your hoodie.
-Well, you burned it!
-I know. Take it easy, all right?
I've got an idea.
What am I going to do? How am I going to explain it?
I'm not saying for sure it'll be at the club.
Which is why we're going to find out ourselves.
Go on, then, Alf. Give us another pint.
Hold on, I thought you were running a business?
One little white lie and now you're all having a go, in't you?
Lift your top up or something.
Go on, then, you see if you can shoot. There we go.
Police still here?
Look, George, it's Ben.
Why don't you have a little hold of him, Ben, whilst Shirley's upstairs?
-Nah, I don't want to.
-Go on, he's gorgeous.
What d'you think the Old Bill want?
I dunno. I don't care, as long as they lock that creep up.
I liked Hev. It ain't right what happened to her.
Rox...I never meant to hurt her. Heather, I mean.
We know you were at the stag do.
-Yeah. That's correct.
-So you would've had one of the hoodies?
-That's right, yeah.
So where is it?
We need to see it, Jay.
-Well, how come?
-Do you have yours or not?
You're going to hear it sooner or later, so you might as well hear it now.
I'm sorry, Rox.
I never meant it, I swear... I didn't.
You know, the...
the dating website and planting all those black envelopes.
-You do know about them, right?
-I still don't understand.
-What's to understand? Simple question. Yes or no?
Do you have the hoodie?
Is this yours?
Yeah. Yeah, it's mine, yeah.
I can't believe this is you, Dot.
I never thought I'd see the day,
Dorothy Cotton breaking and entering.
I ain't Dorothy Cotton no more. I am Dorothy Branning.
I'm a different me.
I only hope that Jesus can forgive the both of us.
-Anyone fancy a drink while we're here?
Go on, hurry up.
Where'd you get the hoodie from?
Billy leaves a key by the front door, I slipped in and took his.
You nicked it? That's crazy. What if they blame Billy now, eh? You can't keep doing this.
You want to take Andrew's place? If he gets off, they'll come looking.
You don't know what you're trying to protect, do you?
Jay, it's done. All right?
There's no bringing Heather back, and we ain't about to lose anybody else.
-But Andrew didn't do anything.
-It's collateral damage.
You expect me to just sit back and let all this happen?
Jay, we're all in this together, all right?
I can't do this. I've got...
Jay! Sit down.
Phil, please, all right? Andrew, he's lost everything.
Can you imagine what he's going through?
Please tell me you can. Please.
-Now, that's a contender. You can get two blokes in there.
Smells of beer. But it's his! It's definitely his!
I knew it. I knew you lot was up to something!
All right, Abs? You know that thing you said about good men?
I think I get it now.
That a smile?
-Mm, he sounds a lot happier.
There's, uh, some stuff that I forgot to tell you.
-Just sound deeply apologetic. You'll be fine.
I've got to go. All right, bye.
Oh, no, I wasn't expecting you till next week.
-I'll just make some room for you. The sofa's here.
-D'you want me out the way?
-No, I don't. I want you to help me with this lot.
Oh...and also, I found this the other day.
It's one of Vanessa's, right?
-Yes, you do.
And I was thinking, I know it's been a while
but I don't want any reminders of her. Not a single one.
So, why don't you take the afternoon off
and make me a very happy little wife?
-Is Abi about?
-Abi? She'll be at school. Why?
Well, I saw her with Jay. That's who I'm looking for.
Well, maybe he's waiting by the school gate for her.
Wouldn't that be sweet?
Oh, any time(!)
No need to say thank you(!)
We just needed an adult here to keep it all legit.
So, what did you want to tell me?
I was on the square...
the night that Heather got... You know.
And I was, erm...
well, I was just there, all right?
And I saw Andrew.
Well, I saw Andrew...
the same time that you had him down for Heather's murder.
-Can you corroborate this?
It's important that you can, Jay. Otherwise it's just your word.
-But I saw him.
-But did anyone see you?
I saw the curtains twitching. People have been talking.
"I saw Dot in a police car," they'll be saying.
Don't worry too much.
All right, ladies, we're willing to let this go, for now,
but any more burglaries, you'll be up in court.
And so will you, if you don't let my boy out.
You've got his hoodie, that's enough, innit?
-Crack open the sherry, Dot!
Are you forgetting Heather?
D'you think she'd want to be up there
-looking down seeing us celebrating?
-Of course she would.
It puts Andrew in the clear, doesn't it?
Well, I wouldn't be too sure of that.
-They've got his hoodie, Dot!
-Yes, but where is he?
Still locked up? I mean, the police don't seem sure.
I mean, otherwise he'd be here or that policeman, he would've said.
-That girl was almost like a daughter to me.
I'd rather be thinking about her, if you don't mind.
He's coming home. He is!
-Yeah, it's all right this.
-See? I have got good taste.
What you doing home?
Erm, the teacher was ill and there was no replacement.
-Is this the new sofa?
-Yeah, what do you think?
-Mm, it's comfy.
Yeah, and I'm not just stopping at a sofa.
-Not one trace.
So, how come it's taken you this long to come forward?!
It's not in your earlier statement, there's no mention of it anywhere.
Look, I was in shock about Heather, all right?
I liked her, everybody did.
But I was numb for a while...
in a daze, I was in a trance, you know?
Well, then my head cleared.
Listen, this is the God's honest truth, all right?
Andrew Cotton is innocent, all right? You've got the wrong man!
Look, Shirley just left me with him, all right? Just take him.
Right, so I've ordered the limousine and when we get to the club,
wall-to-wall celebs but we're going to split it, OK?
Oh, hear that, Whitney Dean? This is what I call an 18th. Yes!
I know. It's great, I can't wait.
-I will need some money for the deposit, though.
-Ooh, how much?
-Cos I'm skint.
-Well, you're not paying.
It's going to be mainly me and Whit and whoever else we can find.
Listen, I've got to get back to the nursery,
but I'll swing past the cashpoint on the way back.
-Yeah, OK, as long as you're quick.
-Yeah, see you later.
-Ah, I'm really excited now!
That's my pot. I was just about to use it!
Yeah, well, it's full of my stuff now.
-Not any more, it isn't.
There goes someone's lunch. What are you doing?
-What's wrong with you?
-It's my pot.
-It's Alfie's pot!
-Yeah, well, I washed it up.
Is she always like this?
Nah, sometimes she's difficult(!)
That's Michelle. She was really good, she was. She was a good mate.
There's my Auntie Pauline.
Sadly, she's no longer with us. She was a lovely lady.
And there's Uncle Arthur.
I tell you what, he was a fantastic gardener.
He loved that allotment.
there's my lovely mum.
So, why are all the good people bigger than the others?
-Erm, well, it's in order of importance.
-It looks weird.
It's like we're GIANTS or something.
-All right, boys? What you doing?
-Oh, family tree!
Where am I?
Well, it's a family tree.
Well, I should still be on it.
Yeah, but a family tree is about blood lines and marriage,
Right, such a charmer(!)
I don't know how you got married once, let alone four times.
Ask this lot, they'll tell you why.
So, where's Jay?
Well, I've looked all over, I've phoned, everything.
-All I can think is that he's gone to the police station.
-You said you was handling it!
-Yes, and I am.
How exactly is this handling it? I bet he's spilling his guts now.
-Listen, he ain't going to grass you up, is he?
-I grassed on you.
I mean, so what's that, it's game over?
-I bet they're coming after me now.
-Listen, if he's gone to the police station, he's gone for Andrew.
I believed in you. I TRUSTED you!
He ain't going to dob you in it. He can't, can he?
He was there himself, he's an accessory, in't he?
I knew this would happen. I KNEW he'd crack.
Ben, there's nothing connecting you with Heather. Nothing.
Ben look at me, will you? LOOK at me!
Now, I've been running round everywhere for you, all right?
I've even got Shirley dancing along to cartoons.
Everywhere I've turned, I've hit a brick wall
but I keep going, I keep smashing through those walls.
So, if I can, so can you.
If I go down, right, if that happens, I won't survive, Dad.
I won't. I know I won't!
-I'll do something to myself.
-Don't say stuff like that.
Well, that's what you're facing, Dad, I mean it.
-I did this, do you know that? Me?
Now, listen to me, all right? Now, there's no witnesses, OK?
I've replaced Jay's hoodie and you've dumped the frame.
Well, yeah, of course, it's in the canal.
So there's nothing that can give you away!
So, just sit tight and this'll blow over. Trust me.
They can't keep Andrew past 60 hours without going to court,
so he'll be back by seven.
I'm going to set this so we're all ready.
Ready and waiting to welcome him home.
-What are you doing with that?
-If he comes, he comes.
We don't want to sit here watching the minutes tick by.
There's no "if" about it.
Girls, let's just sit tight, eh?
All I'm saying is we've got to be prepared.
We have to be prepared for everything.
You do realise that, don't you?
People are talking, they're talking about his temper.
Well, everyone's got a temper.
Hanged on hearsay, the way of the world.
Yes, but they'll have all his records, won't they?
They'll all be spread over the desk in front of them.
We found the hoodie!
But is it enough? That's all I'm saying.
Andrew loved Heather. He loved her to bits.
And that's the Andrew we all know.
And that's the Andrew who's coming home.
What's that doing there?
We're just having a little spring clean.
-Yeah, your mum's gone revamp loco.
-We're turning it into my own room!
Eh? We haven't decided that yet.
Oh. Oh, right, well, Whitney was just bringing Oscar back.
I don't mind having him for longer, it's all right.
No, that's all right. You can play upstairs, can't you?
-Lauren, we're just moving a few things around.
-Yeah, it's still your room, Lauren.
No, don't be daft, Abi needs her own space, doesn't she?
Come on, Whit.
See you later.
What'd you go and say that for?
No, I can't believe that! Erased without a word.
D'you know what? I'm going to get so smashed on my birthday.
Listen, listen, erm, about that. I don't think I can come.
-I just checked my balance, Lauren, I can't afford it.
Right, well, this is just turning out to be great, innit(?)
That is your Grandad Pete.
Ahh, I remember him.
-What was he like?
-He was MY dad, you should be asking me.
Yeah, he was a lovely man.
Really gentle. Very sweet.
Must have skipped a generation, eh?
So, who's he?
Oh, I dunno, darling.
-That's Uncle Harry.
-Mine was loads better than this.
-You wrote "witch" under Mel's photo.
-Yeah, well, truth's the truth.
So, where should we put you, then?
'So, while we're gluing...
'can you tell me what your favourite gadget is on this show, Rachel?
'Well, I'm wearing it now...'
-What you doing?
-I was just going to take him for a bit.
No, leave him.
I was asked to look after him, and look after him I will.
Well, you can't get too attached, can you? I mean, Darren...
Darren's going to come back for him eventually.
Too attached? What are you saying?
Well, first you lose Heather and then they come and take George away.
-George ain't going nowhere.
-Well, that's not your call, is it?
Look, George is staying here for as long as I want him to.
Someone's got to be around to tell him who Hev was.
-I don't want her forgotten.
Alfie, you can't do that, there's a regression on!
What are you talking about? It's only 10%.
Kim, sweetheart, I can't keep lying to Kat
and telling her everything's OK.
In case you forgot, I've got a little boy to feed when he gets home.
-Well, you need to make some serious cutbacks, then.
-Amy and Shenice are settled.
Here, you got any money-making ideas?
Kim, that's my business, darling.
-Alfie here's going into the red.
-Actually, I have got one.
They have literally given the whole bedroom to Abi.
I mean, I've barely been gone, like, five minutes.
What sort of people do that?
-Yeah, but come Friday, yeah?
-I'm going to be here.
-Well, I can't not have Whit there, can I?
No! Listen, don't worry about me, OK?
No, you listen. What do I REALLY want?
I want to be with my best mates.
-Cos it's not about where you are, is it? It's about who you're with.
Please just get some money fast, yeah?
I'm sorry, but I've been doing a load of planning.
-I can't. I can't get cash just like that.
-No, and she doesn't need to.
Right, it's my birthday, we do what I want.
I am merely pointing out that she's not even a proper chef, yeah?
So what exactly is she doing?
Listen, you can't talk to her like that. She's part of the woodwork.
Yeah, too right.
Listen, you want to get rid of someone then it's got to be Ray.
Last dog in, first dog out.
And trust me, he's the dog to end all dogs.
Ben! Ben! Where the hell do you think you're going?
-You've got no cash, you won't last five seconds!
-That's four more than I'll last here.
-I've explained it to you, all right?
-No, it's not just that, all right?
The more I look at George, the more I see Heather. It's like she's haunting me.
-The social won't let Shirley keep him.
-Don't matter. I'm going to quit school and call Gran.
Forget school. It means I can stick closer to you anyway. Now, you listen to me,
you are not going to get done for this, all right?
Because no-one is going to take you away from me. Do you understand?
I preferred the other picture of me.
That's not what I meant.
Yeah, I know. Are you a part of this or not?
D'you want to be?
That's for you to answer.
I tell you, there's some real monsters on there.
What'd you tell 'em?
What I had to. Couldn't let Andrew go down for it, you know that.
-And that's all?
Swear to you.
D'you know what I'd like to do right now?
Bet I can guess.
I'd like to go to bed,
I'd like to switch the light off and sleep for a week, or maybe two.
Never felt like that, just wanting to hide.
They'll never know it was Ben, will they?
I should be easing off. You know, looking back and thinking, "I've done all right for myself."
I've got a good woman, a...good family, of sorts...
a house, cash, businesses.
There's a...lot to be proud of.
At least, there was.
I know you're protecting him.
I mean, obviously you've got to do that, but...
I mean, you've got to ask yourself why.
Why you'd risk it all happening again.
I'm not saying it will, but...
I mean, if you wanted to, you could stop this, couldn't you?
-Here and now.
-It is stopped.
Cos you and me, we can help him.
Watch him, you mean? I ain't a guard dog, Phil.
-Everyone gets tipped over the edge, don't they?
-Not that far.
That's what we've got to tell ourselves. That he...
he didn't touch her.
Not the Ben that we know.
You're wrong, you know.
You'll end up apologising.
You will, you'll see.
I shall be wearing black again.
I shall be going to the wardrobe, picking out the same dress, the same hat.
Funerals, Rose, I'm sick of 'em.
Singing the same hymns with a lump in my throat,
looking round seeing people with their mascara running
and red, puffy eyes.
I've got too used to 'em lately.
In truth, I've stopped crying.
But I shall cry for Heather.
And you will too, when you've come to your senses.
Here's another one.
I'm just coming to get some of my stuff before you throw it away.
We're not doing that.
-No, course we ain't. No, I'd flog it on the internet first!
Look, this is your home. Even if it all ends up upside down, this is where you belong.
Yeah, I know that, Mum.
And I didn't fight that disease just to watch you walk off into the sunset now, did I?
-Right. There's rooms to sort out and a birthday party to plan
so if you don't mind, we're very busy people.
Wait. What, you're throwing me a birthday party?
Just a little family thing. Emphasis being on the family.
That's before you go out with your mates. Is that all right?
-I thought that you wanted to get shot of me.
-And we thought you'd had enough of us.
So what do any of us know?
His little leg hurts.
He can't have any more painkillers yet.
Look, Ian...I was thinking...
Well, this family tree stuff, I mean, stupid as it is...
..it kind of puts things into place, you know?
If I can't even earn a spot on that, really, what is the point?
Look, doing that family tree,
it's made me realise how many mistakes I've made on the romance front.
Mandy, I don't want to make any more.
-OK, well, stop acting like an idiot, then.
You look after me, I'll look after you.
I don't like you crying.
Yeah, well, it scared me, what I did.
Listen, I just want my brother back.
Not that thing I saw.
I just want Ben back.
Yeah, I'll do anything. I swear, I swear.
Cos if I see it again, I'll put you down myself.
That's a promise.
Right, there's no choice at all, yeah?
Thank you, Kim. Can you let me handle this, though, darling?
-Ray, could you come through, please, mate?
Now, you've probably guessed that people aren't having a good time, monetary wise, right now.
-Taxi for Ray!
-Why's she saying that?
What? And there's a recession, a big recession, really massive, right across the country.
Probably the biggest recession ever...
OK, fair enough, I see where you're heading with this.
Guys, you know,
I'd cut my arms off if it meant things would stay the same.
-Except you wouldn't be able to serve any pints.
-Stop talking, you're always talking.
Anyway, the bottom line is, I've done some sums
and, well, things have to change.
Jean, will you please not do the big watery-eyes thing?
Listen, you know,
I'm not the drowning-puppies type of guy. I can't do this. No, I can't.
Alfie can't afford to pay you both. So one of you has got to go, OK?
So bye-bye, yeah? Don't forget to write.
Which one of us is going?
Listen, I'm going to do heads and tails, all right? Here we go.
What, flip a coin? I ain't having that. I'll take you to court!
No, Ray, calm down, calm down.
the one who has to go is...
Jean, it's you.
-Yeah, I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'm sorry.
-You're sacking ME?
-No, hold on a minute. Alfie, what you doing?
-But I cook and clean and I do twice as much as...
Jean, Jean, I know, sweetheart
but, you know, Ray, he's a qualified chef
and he brings, you know, he can bring his Michelin magic.
Now you're just sticking the boot in!
Jean, no! Jean, come on!
You better cancel that taxi.
Do you want a story?
How about a film?
What d'you want then, eh?
I want that, too.
You didn't really want me out of here, did you?
I so did, and I still do.
Seriously? You would seriously give all this up?
Yeah. You ain't as hot as you think, you know.
Not when I see you giving Roxy the chat and the charm.
-Ah, so I should've saved it all for you then, huh?
-Baby, I don't care.
"Baby"?! I think you do.
Jean? I am so sorry.
No, it's all right, really, I understand.
I'm not wanted. Story of my life! I should've seen it coming, really.
No, no, you've misunderstood cos I've got plans for you...
big plans, all going round in my head.
Everyone knows you're a great chef but what I need, more than anything...
-is an events manager.
-Yes, and you're it.
You are it. You are going to be solely responsible
for putting the Queen Vic back on the map and bringing the punters in.
Starting now! That's it, come on, give me a big smile. That's a smile.
You start now. Good girl! Woo! Let's have it! Yes!
You are one soft and stupid man!
Thank you, Roxy. Well, wealth is about more than just profits.
Sometimes it's here, inside the heart.
-Thank you. Thank you.
-Which is why I love you.
I'm going to give 'em a bell, see what's going on.
There's someone coming up the path.
Andrew's out. He's been released.
All right, you two. The game's changed.
The Old Bill, they're going to be looking elsewhere, so don't...
do NOT give them a reason to come to my door. Do you understand?
-I ain't going to do nothing.
-Jay, you got that?
-Yeah, I got it.
You left these on the counter.
Dot'll kill me, you know!
Just a few words I was going to read at Heather's wedding.
Oh. Your father-of-the-bride speech.
Yeah. Poor girl, I mean...
she will never get to hear it.
Well, read it to me.
No, no, no...I can't.
Come on. Zainab, she can spare me for half-an-hour.
I'll grab my coat, yeah?
My Andrew won't touch a sausage without a dollop of brown sauce.
Where's it gone?
Maybe the local police mislaid it when they was ransacking me abode.
-They shouldn't have done that.
-There's some tea in the pot.
-I'm all right, thanks.
-I'm making you a full English.
-I ain't hungry.
-But you've been imprisoned.
You've had a traumatic experience.
It was Walford nick, not Alcatraz.
Yeah, well, whatever. At least now everyone knows he's innocent.
Well, the police know what they're doing.
I never done it. You...
You do know that, don't you?
You can't think I killed Heather?
That poor girl, she's laid in the mortuary.
I don't know what to think!
Tell him you believe him.
Mum, don't. I should go.
-I can't stay here. I can't stay.
If he's going, I'm going too!
There must be something we can do.
-They can't let scum like that walk the streets.
-I told you, Andrew will get what's coming to him.
-Just... Just more cards, that's all.
-Coming to the caff, yeah?
-Is he still not sleeping?
-Well, not really.
Look, Shirl, maybe...maybe this ain't the right place for him.
He just needs a new bed.
The least we can do is give him somewhere half-decent to sleep.
Go get him one of them racing car beds, a red one with wheels on.
You'd like that wouldn't you, George?
Social services ain't going to let you keep him. He's got a dad.
Yeah, and I've told you, he's got me.
Do you know what? I don't think this place has had a proper clean since Shirley's had it.
There's just months of accumulated grease just festering in that equipment.
Er, you know what, Ian, let's forget about the bacon sandwich.
-I'll just go with the tea.
What time did you crawl out of bed this morning?
It was early.
Well, I had plans.
Yeah, well, I've got work.
Get off on being the Mitchells' skivvy, do you?
I assume they're paying you?
Don't let 'em take advantage, Ian.
I'm thinking scotch eggs, yeah?
Or Snog, Marry, Avoid?
I don't mind, Mum.
I'll just do a few picky bits then, eh?
And a cake, of course. Come round about one-ish?
-That goes for you an' all, Abs.
-I do have school.
And a lunch break. Give you girls time to get ready for R and R, innit?
Good idea to line the stomach.
Oh, my little baby. Happy birthday!
-Give them whatever they want. I'll settle up later. See you.
You know, as far as fake IDs go, this is pretty good.
So it'd be a shame to waste it...
-Er, no. She stole my room.
-You ready, yeah? You in the zone?
-Let's just get it over and done with.
-All right, come on.
We've practised this, man. Get in the zone. All right, you ready?
What is going on?!
All right, here we go.
(RAPS) Here we go. Here we go. Hey, Lauren, luscious, it's your birthday today.
You're 18, and you can melt eas-ay.
You can do what you want, style your hair frizz-ay, get down and dance,
get a little dizzy.
Yo, Tamwar. Yo, yo.
-You're name is Lauren.
-And it rhymes with sporran.
-And Sven Goran.
which is difficult to incorporate into a rap.
Bruv, we practised this. Happy Birthday, Lauren.
-Happy Birthday, darling.
I told them it's not a flash mob with two people.
It's just ritual humiliation.
I don't get what the big deal is. It's from Ritchie.
Well, just open it then.
Have you heard? The police let Andrew out! It's disgusting.
I know. I can't believe it either.
And he's staying at Grandma Dot's.
-Ta-ra. Oh, Abs. Um...
-I've got to go.
-Who's fault is that, eh?
-Just open the letter.
I was going to put them on Heather's shrine.
Pink was her favourite colour.
Well, that's good then.
If there's anything I can do...
No-one can do nothing.
Unless you can bring her back.
He'll find out. Ritchie tells him everything.
It ain't got nothing to do with him. It's my name on the letter.
-You're just going to make things worse.
-How much worse can things get?
That poor, poor man.
No. Poor, poor Heather. You see, it just goes to show, you can't trust a man, can you?
-Present company excepted, thank you.
Alfie, am I still events manager?
Yes, course you are. It's your official title, isn't it?
And do you trust me... if I had an idea?
Yeah, yeah. Course, yeah.
I've got one.
The Queen Vic pays tribute to Heather Trott.
"When I walked you down that aisle...
"arm in arm...
"you made me the proudest man...
"Just so you know...
"..I wouldn't be giving you away to just anyone.
"I know Andrew will look after you
"and make you and George happy
-"and he'll have me to answer to if he doesn't."
-Look, I think
-you should be getting back to the shop.
-Do you know what?
Why don't you just get away?
You could call Anthony. It would do you some good to spend some time with your son.
No, no, no, I'm all right, OK?
Maybe it'd be better if you weren't around right now.
Now that Phil Mitchell's back?
You're still getting over Pat and...
Well, Phil's not going to be doing anything.
Not even he's that stupid. Look, just promise me you'll call him?
It smells like someone's died, Tyler.
-I can't smell nothing!
-What is it then?
Or as I like to think of 'em, hamsters with attitude.
-Look on the bright side, at least they're dead.
-How do you know?
-Cos I put poison down, didn't I? All right?
This ain't just a pretty face.
Something just moved.
What are you...?! They're dead, you muppet!
What are those muppets doing up there? Didn't you hear that?
-Make a start on 'em.
-"Please" would be nice.
You're the one with the mathematical brain, Michael.
Cloth ears, you're telling me you can't hear this?!
-What you done now?
-Cos it's really me, Jack, cos I'm in league with the National Grid(!)
Give me the torch, will you?
So it starts at 2 o'clock...
and it's to remember Heather...
with joy and to raise money for her funeral.
And, well, I wondered if you'd like to be guest of honour.
-Guest of honour?
-Yeah, that's right.
It's out of question.
Oh...I know how close you both were.
..just in case you change your mind.
-I very much doubt it.
-Give us one good reason then.
Well, you know I like to do my grieving in private, Patrick.
Shame. Heather enjoyed a good night out.
Besides, my best jacket is in...
It's in the launderette.
Then, um, maybe we can go and get it...
Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were mates. I must have been mistaken.
This looks like it could be a right laugh.
Don't tell me...
you're spending quality time with your deep fat fryer.
Come on, Ian, we haven't been out for ages!
Look, it's '80s.
Got to be right up your street.
Yeah, maybe I should show my face, shouldn't I?
Great. Right, I'm going to go and get my outfit sorted then.
Bananarama, eat your heart out.
(SHOUTS) He's not done anything to be ashamed of!
-Mum, please, you're making it worse.
-Well, how can it be my fault?!
Just leave me alone.
Is it me...
or is this shrine in front of the launderette thing...
it's a bit creepy?
Er, Phil wants to see you.
Wants to see me?
What have you done?
-Did you break it?
-No, I've fixed it!
-No. No problem.
-Your electrics playing up?
-Well, ours are on the blink.
That's what happens when you don't pay your bills!
That's funny, innit?
Little bit strange though, the gym being so close to this place.
-What was all that banging?
-Never heard no banging.
Where you going?
To my other office. Let me know when the power's back on, yeah?
Jay said there was something you wanted to discuss, Mr Mitchell?
Darren, he's a mate of yours, right?
Yeah. Well, technically, I'm HIS wingman.
Well, tell him to come back here and get his son.
-Mr Mitchell, just asking if you know where little George is?
-Get out of here.
-Have they taken him into care?
-The pair of you, get out of here now! Out!
Well, I dunno how you can live under the same roof as him. It's not safe.
Don't worry about me. I can take care of myself.
After what he did to Heather?
Calm down, he's moving out.
Cheers. What time did Lauren say she was turning up? I've got to be at a car auction in an hour.
Why don't you go down the Vic cos that's where she'll be, isn't it?
Nobody likes a grass, sweetheart.
-I'd rather be a grass than a drunk.
-Oi! Don't start.
Drinks on her birthday ain't going to hurt.
Yeah, sure. OK. OK.
Oh! Bianca promised me that she'd look after the place.
I mean, woe betide if Mr Opodopo... you know, finds out.
I can't believe I'll never see her again.
Look at them table cloths from the Argee Bhajee. I told her to put them through twice.
You never saw such stains!
They say these things go in threes.
..and now Heather.
Maybe we shall get a little peace for a while.
No, Dot. I don't think I'll ever get peace around here, you know.
That is why I'm going to stay with Anthony for a while.
Oh. How nice. He's a lovely doctor. Give him my regards.
Does that mean that you'll be giving me notice?
When was you thinking of vacating your room?
..you'll miss her funeral.
I, um, I just don't think I have the strength to say another goodbye.
I heard he strangled her. Half the mums at the nursery didn't want to leave their kids there.
Don't worry, babe, no-one's going to touch you, all right? Except me.
Oi, Grandad! Are you really going to go through with this?
-Shirley is going to flip. It's morbid!
-The Moonster has a plan, all right?
-Whose genius idea was that?
Brilliant. Brilliant, innit? That's just what Walford needs -
-something to vent its communal grief(!) Well done, Jean.
-Yeah, you reckon, do you?
Sadly we're going to have to cancel karaoke,
-cos the machine's packed up,
-Yeah, sorry, darling.
This is your lucky day, Jean. I know a geezer, knows a geezer,
who knows a geezer. He'll sort you out.
You'd do that? Just for me?
-No. No, for Heather.
Step into my office.
Yeah, all right. Wait for me. Hold on, hold on. Sorry, darling.
-Cora, is that you?
So, it's any song from the list!
And then you just write down your name and the song title.
Right, I'd better get to this birthday thing cos my mum's going to kill me.
I'm sorry, have you forgotten it's the biggest day of your life,
and you're going to, what, run out on us for a date with a mini-quiche?
All right, well, if you put it like that...
So, you and Mitchell? Talk to me, bruv. Did he want to do business with you?
Not exactly, no.
-So wagwan, bruv? How did it go down?
-Go down? You know...it went down.
-We talked in his office.
-He thinks he's going to kill him.
Ooh, incoming Branning.
Happy Birthday, Lauren.
-Did you get your electrics sorted?
But if it's got anything to do with you two banging about in your junk shop, you'll pay, all right?
-Cos I'm losing business.
-We didn't do nothing.
-We're on a different phase to you.
Our emporium's got nothing to do with your supply.
And you have got your RCDs connected to your circuit breaks, yeah?
-Yeah, yeah. Course I have.
-Was that for real?
-Maybe, maybe not.
-Here he is, I knew he'd turn up!
-It's my era!
-You're not going to start body-popping, are you?
-Not unless you ask him really nicely.
-No, you're all right!
-Bit of cheesy music, eh?
Shoulder pads. What more could a girl want?
We are going to have a good time tonight, whether you like it or not.
-Hey, Mandy, you work that outfit, baby!
-Oh, thank you, darling.
You work it!
Surely there must be a law against that outfit.
And if not, why not?
Lauren, you're spending all the cash. We're meant go over to the club.
Lauren, listen, just take it easy, yeah?
Uncle Jack, always so caring(!)
No, listen, I don't suppose you could lend us a few quid.
You suppose right, don't you?
See, and that's why you'll always be the tightest Branning brother.
-Don't look at me.
-Oh! Well, I forgot -
Janine's the one with all the money anyway, in't she?
Look what I found?
Oh, yes. See, look...
we don't even need your money.
Roxy, can we have two double vodkas, please?
I am 18. I do not need your permission, Uncle Jack.
Just like I do not need this - my fake ID. I don't need it.
-Roxy, please, can I have a drink, please? Come on.
Don't even think about it.
You're mother's pulled out all the stops.
Her vol-au-vents are on the turn.
I think it's time you made a quick exit.
-Shut it, blondie.
Nan! She is my mate, you know!
Yeah, I know. And your mum's had cancer.
-She's only just got her life back.
Nan, I can't just leave 'em!
That's the downside of growing up, darling.
Choices. Too many of them.
You're never sure which is the right one.
Let me give you a little clue, yeah?
It starts with that door.
One lousy thing I ask you to do. Just get the bed.
I'll get it tomorrow. Where are you going?
To get George his dinner.
Don't suppose you thought about that either.
-Forget that. Phil said we're not meant to talk to anyone.
-It's not about Heather.
Look, if I talk to the CPS about Stella, right,
say that she abused me, they might drop the charges, Jay.
If you tell them you're screwed up,
they're going to think you're a nutter.
They're going to start wondering what else you might have done.
-Have a look at that.
-I was going to tell you.
It's from Ritchie. I've got to have a psychiatric interview.
It might help with my case
and get me off the hook about lying to the police.
You don't need a psychiatrist.
-# Happy birthday to you...
# Happy birthday... #
How much have you had?
-Why did you bother turning up, Lauren?
Blame the Wicked Nan of the West.
So, um, where's this...
Where's this brilliant cake, then?
You had more sense when you were that age, you know that?
-Yeah, you said. What was it called?
No, that's what it was called - Banned. B-A-N-N-E-D.
-Yeah, it was like a new romantic/pop hybrid.
If I remember, it sounded more like caterwauling.
-Dorothy, good to see you, sweetheart. What can I get you?
-Well, I know I shouldn't really.
-But I'll have a small sweet sherry.
-All right, darling.
I mean, this isn't really, you know, my sort of to-do,
but I'm here for Heather.
Seeing as I am, you know, in loco parentis, as it were.
Of course he did it.
-He's got the look.
-What you talking about? What look?
Andrew Cotton is grieving for the love of his life.
He's lost in a endless sea of whirling emptiness.
Innocent until proven guilty.
Isn't that right, Mrs Branning?
I went through all this 20 years ago with her mother.
Yeah, thanks, Mum. Do you want to go and check on Oscar?
I never meant for this to happen...
-Yeah, well, it's a bit late for all that, in't it?
-Oh, Max, stop it!
-She's said she's sorry.
-She's got to take responsibility. She's 18.
-Yeah. What if I can't?
-Be in control, have everything sorted.
Oh, you're right, Dad, I'm a mess!
No. No, you're not. Now, you listen to me. Listen.
I couldn't have got through this past year without you.
You, Lauren, are one of the strongest people I know.
You can do anything. Anything.
I just wish things could be how they used to be.
Yeah, well, some things never change, do they, eh?
You will always be my beautiful baby girl.
LAUREN RETCHES No matter what.
-I love you, Mum.
-Yeah, I know.
-# Please believe us... #
-I'm telling you, everything was better in the '80s.
The clothing, the music... everything.
-Excuse me, you hadn't met me then!
-I was never happier.
How can you be rolling any deeper than the way you're rolling now?
MUSIC STOPS I was enjoying that!
-Who's idea was this?
-Shirley, it was mine.
I thought, you know, great for Hev.
Raise some money and just give her a good send-off, that's all.
-Rox, do you want to give Phil a call?
Shirl, why don't you come upstairs with me?
You bunch of vultures.
You're dancing on her grave!
No, we ain't.
She ain't even in it yet. That T-shirt...
"Choose life" - is that supposed to be some kind of joke?!
Don't apologise, you've got nothing to be sorry for.
You always were a weaselly man.
-Don't talk to him like that.
-Mand, Mand, just leave it.
No. Look, we're just here trying... Trying to celebrate Heather's life.
Celebrate her life?! You didn't even know her!
None of you did!
And what's this, eh?
Supposed to make you feel better about all the "Fat Hev" jokes?
Cos she knew.
She knew what you all thought of her.
Shirley, we're just paying our respects, that's all.
Yeah, with a little bit of music.
-You touch that thing and it'll be the last thing you do!
Shirley, please, darling. Come on...
Stop this, please! We're here for our friend.
You're not her friend, Dot. I thought you were...
What are you doing here, anyway? They're all laughing at her!
Don't come any closer.
I'm not frightened of you, Shirley Carter.
-Dot, let's get you home.
-No, she can scream like a banshee.
Something's got to be done, Jack. It ain't right.
Heather wouldn't want this.
Yeah, well said, Dot.
-You evil little cow!
-Oi, oi! Ian, do you want to get...?
Ian, are you going to let her talk to me like that?!
You ain't the only one what loved her!
Have some dignity.
Yeah. Heather would've hated this.
-I don't want no trouble, Shirley.
-I never did nothing!
See, I told you, didn't I?
I told you what he was like.
Is that what you did to Hev?
Cos she wouldn't stop talking?
Wouldn't stop playing her Club Tropicana records.
Wound you up, did it?!
Come on, let's go, mate.
-Come on, please...
-I loved her!
-Go. Go, go...
Come on. Cheers, Jack.
You killed her!
Do yourself a favour, all right? You disappear.
No. This is where Heather lived, I'm staying here.
And you can tell that lot in there as well.
I ain't going nowhere.
It's been an utter disaster.
No, no, no. You were good today, Jean.
You should be proud of yourself. It was nice.
Come here, Dot, let's get you home.
Jean... Look, it was Mandy's fault, she provoked her.
She shouldn't have done. I'm sorry.
It ain't entirely Mandy's fault, Ian.
Is that all you've got to say?
Oh, how about... congratulations on your performance?
I was sticking up for you.
What, so I could be the latest in a long line of blokes?
-Your mum told me what you're like.
You line 'em up, rip 'em off, then run away with the engagement ring.
Oh, right. No, no, I get it.
This is what all that's about - you acting weird.
Ian, my mum is a lying, scheming, jealous, manipulative...
-Oh, what? Like mother like daughter?
Look, I'm no angel. We both know that.
I thought things were different this time.
How many times have you used that line?
Ian, mate, seriously. Come on...
No, no, Alfie. It's OK.
You've made yourself perfectly clear.
And I ain't sticking around for this. Move.
Ian, what are you doing?
-You can't just let her go out like that.
-Probably just go back to her lap dancing club.
Yeah, serves you right if she did.
I thought you two were going to make a go of it?
You know what you are? You're a grade A prize pillock.
That girl was defending you, mate.
When was the last time anyone did that for you, eh?
What, do you want me to kill him? Get banged up?
Is that it, yeah?
If that's what it takes, yeah. But you...
You couldn't even throw him out of your own pub!
You should've seen 'em all.
Singing and laughing like Hev was nothing, that she didn't matter to anyone.
Shirl, she does.
She mattered to me, anyway.
Mandy? I'm sorry, OK?
Look, you know I didn't mean it.
It was just banter and...
Look, just come back and I promise I'll make it up to you.
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Emotions are running high in Walford as the locals react to news of a tragedy, while a grief-stricken Shirley battles to deal with the loss of her best friend. Phil is concerned when he overhears Jean talking about seeing Andrew on the night Heather died, while Patrick stumbles across some vital evidence that could spell disaster for Jay. Mandy is devastated when Ian confirms her worst fears, and Max and Tanya are appalled when Lauren arrives at her 18th birthday party drunk.