02/05/2014 EastEnders Omnibus

(Mo! Mo!)

What you doin', you thieving cow?! You can't be stealing the flowers!

-What's the matter with you?!

-I wasn't nicking the flowers.

I was borrowing 'em.

I wanted to wish Kat good luck for court today.

I was going to wave 'em under her nose then put 'em back.

There's certain things you don't do in life, OK? And that's one of 'em.

Like locking up pregnant women? Let's hope not Alfie, eh?

ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS

LUCY: "Hi, you've reached the Beales'. No-one's here right now

"so leave a message, and we'll get back to you.

"Speak after the beep. Bye."

MACHINE BEEPS

Thought you were upstairs.

Sorry, Dad.

You all right, love?

Look, I've sorted you out some clothes so why don't you...

nip upstairs, get yourself dressed?

Ian?

Look, perhaps I...shouldn't be going back to the Minute Mart full-time?

I mean, Shabnam'll understand.

"Hi, you've reached the Beales'.

"No-one's here right now, so leave a message and we'll get back to you.

CROCKERY CLATTERS "Speak after the beep. Bye."

Sorry.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Tam, what you doing, mate? This is Peter's pitch.

Come on, have a heart, will you?

I can't let it stand empty indefinitely.

Sweetheart, do you want to pack up and jog on, darling?

Alfie, I'm sorry, but...

the rules state that if the present occupier isn't here by 10am...

Yeah, that's the community spirit, Tam.

You must be really proud of yourself, mate. Well done(!)

-Locked out?

-Yeah. My mum's gone off to chemo this morning

-and she forgot to give me her keys.

-Might just be your lucky day.

Thanks.

Hey. It'll be all right.

-What's all this?

-Erm, I just thought I'd tidy up,

and then after I'm going to do a bit of shopping,

-so if you tell me what you want, I can...

-You know, you don't have to.

You don't have to do that.

SHABNAM COUGHS

I'd better get going.

Erm, I told them that I'd go in, there's a...

There's a bug going round, they're really short-staffed.

KNOCKING AT DOOR

I'll get that.

Right. Erm...shopping.

I need to make a list.

Swore there was a pen and pad in there.

It's, erm...

What do you call that, when you... you know you saw something,

and then it's gone? It's, er... There's a word for it.

-What is it? What's that word?

-Grief?

Denise?

What brings you round here?

I think Bobby's going to need you.

Ian's not really talking, he's not really doing anything.

I didn't know who else to ask.

Right, then, Tommy, what do you think?

Cos Mummy's got to look like butter wouldn't melt.

I've got a big day ahead of me today.

I'm going to see a judge.

-And we want him to be nice to Mummy, don't we?

-Yeah.

-Yeah?

So, come on then, Tommy. What do you think? Thumbs up? Thumbs down?

Down.

Great(!)

SHE SIGHS

If it helps,

in my faith we believe that God will have mercy on...

Lucy, and welcome her to heaven.

He forgives all of us, does He?

Well, I don't really feel that I deserve that right now.

Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un.

It means, "We belong to Allah,

"and to Him we shall return."

But I'm also trying to say that I can do the tidying,

and the shopping.

Pops, come look at these posts about Lucy.

"That's one less dumb blonde on the planet."

-What's the matter with these people?

-They ain't people, are they?

You'd best close it up, Lo, before Peter...

Before Peter what?

Tell me.

Is that Lucy's page?

Are people leaving comments?

-I've got a right to know.

-You really don't want to, mate.

Read them.

-Look, they're not even worth reading.

-I want to hear them.

Just do it!

Erm... "So glad you're gone,

"they're going to need fire wood in hell."

Go on.

"You thought you were so pretty.

"Well, you don't look so good now."

Peter, I can't. I can't do this.

I'm going to find them.

I am.

And I'm going to kill 'em.

And, after that, I'm going to write vile things about them,

just like they've done about Lucy.

Jane.

Denise said Bobby might need me.

I heard Lucy's voice.

I thought she was behind me...

-I was going to phone you...

-Ian...

It's OK, Denise is out. I didn't want her here.

We need time, don't we?

But I've... I've missed you.

I mean, n-not just now, but always.

-Maybe we, erm, could try and get back together...

-Mum!

Bobby, me and your mum, we're trying to talk, mate.

-Do you want to go back upstairs?

-It's all right. I'm here.

I can't have people thinking this about Lucy.

She had loads of friends, people loved her.

Pete, I wouldn't even bother reading any of this. They're sick freaks.

They don't know what they're talking about.

It's bad enough I couldn't protect her in life.

Now I can't even protect her when she's...

I feel like I'm letting her down.

Just give me this. You need to calm down...

How can I do that?

I mean, what else am I supposed to do that isn't this?

I don't know, but...

Caught anyone yet?

I'm paying your wages. You want to pull your finger out.

-Look, if anything goes wrong and I go down...

-Kat, it won't, all right?

I've perjured myself.

That's a seven-year sentence.

Just tell Tommy any story.

I don't want him coming to visit me in prison.

There. For luck.

It was going to be a rabbit's foot, but I couldn't find a rabbit.

Tommy, you be a good boy for Daddy, yeah?

Can I have a hug?

I love you.

You've got lipstick.

I love you.

-Nan, I'll see you later.

-Yeah.

-Come on, Tommy.

-You go with Nanny.

Be a good boy. I'll see you later.

Go and have some lunch, shall we?

Listen, whatever happens,

if the worst comes to the worst, I'll kick off an appeal.

I'll go down to Downing Street myself and brew up a storm.

I promise you, Kat.

I'll get you out of there, OK?

Kat!

Don't you take no nonsense from them, all right?

-I want you straight back here.

-Yeah. Cheers, B. See you.

-See you.

Don't worry, I know all about it.

-What?

-Her and her crimes against humanity. Pam told me.

-Have you not got a stall to run?

-I'm just thinking of the market.

It only takes one putrid apple to ruin it for everyone else.

So let's hope she gets locked up, eh?

-Why don't you just shut your mouth?!

-Whatever.

So here then?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm feeling it.

You're not even paying attention.

You're missing her, aren't you?

Aunt Babe, she'll look after the pups, won't she?

She's not going to go all Cruella de Vil on us?

Course not!

No, she won't make any money out of 'em,

and she won't give 'em to people she don't trust.

Yeah. Just it's a tricky world out there.

Lot of slippery people.

Oi. I think the police are over at the Beales' again.

It's routine.

They'll be in and out for weeks.

Oh, just so you know, I've got you some mace.

I don't need mace. Not with these guns.

A little drop of pepper spray never hurt no-one.

Actually, Dad, I think you'll find that's exactly what it does.

So what do I get, then?

Well, now that our big soldier son's gone back

you're going to get my eternally watchful presence.

Ugh! Get me the mace.

Shut your mouth, you, and get over here.

I'm not going to let anything happen to either of you.

Generally, it's a decent world we live in,

but there's far too many wrong 'uns out there itching to spoil that.

Let me tell you something now...

Not while I'm knocking about.

The investigation team have widened their search of the Common.

They're interviewing people who often frequent it, dog-walkers, joggers...

Someone will have seen something.

Look, I promise you, we're doing everything that we can,

and I know it seems like nothing is happening,

but I want to catch this person as much as you do.

I want my Lucy back.

Erm...

that might still be some time yet.

I need to start making arrangements for her...

For her funeral.

I absolutely understand that.

We, erm, we don't get how she can...still help.

I'm afraid it's just procedure.

I want my daughter back.

I understand that, I do,

but there are still a few more...

Well, there's still a few more tests we need her for.

-Evidence? Is that all she is to you now, is that it?

-No...

-A body? She's not even a person. She's a thing.

-Mr Beale...

-Bobby.

I do not want her lying

-in that cold, horrible place, OK?!

-Go upstairs.

I know what they do to people in that place, and I want it stopped!

Lucy needs to come home.

All right, Billy.

-How's Peter?

-He's a right mess.

And all this "drolling" about Lucy don't help.

-Trolling? Like online?

-Yeah.

Sick little so-and-sos. It's unbelievable, ain't it?

Great, the modern world, innit?

You give people technology, what do they want to do? Make people's lives a misery.

Let's hope they wrap this up quickly for everyone's sake.

-Shame your Lee went back.

-What do you mean?

Oh, Mick, I'm sorry.

That came out wrong. I'm just all over the shop at the minute.

Everyone knows that he was just trying to help, that's what I meant.

-Lee told them everything.

-Yeah, yeah.

It's Ian I feel sorry for, you know?

He can't even bury the poor girl, can he?

Anyway, look, do us a pint when you're ready?

What's he implying?

Right, that's it. I'm going over Ian's.

-They're probably not eating right. I'll cook 'em something.

-You?

You don't want to wipe 'em all out, L, eh?

I've got some of them ready meals in the fridge.

It'll look good, show 'em we're a decent, caring family.

Ready meals?

I'll bung 'em in a casserole dish. I have got standards.

-Dad.

-Yeah?

It's cool. No-one thinks anything.

Martin'll love you in that, won't be able to keep his hands off you.

That's the plan. We ain't been out for ages.

We're going to our favourite place, just me and him for once.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do. Here you are. See you later.

Just so you know, I've been chatting to everyone.

Looks like Kat's not the only jailbird around here.

-Don't start all that.

-It's wrong.

Criminals running stalls when, thanks to the merger,

good honest people have lost their livelihoods.

Do you know what? I am a nice person.

-Huh!

-Because if I wasn't, I'd slap you right round the chops.

I've just come round to see if you were free lunchtime?

I've rung Johnny and Whitney with this idea,

-and they're both up for it, so...

-Up for what?

Sweetheart?

Next time they come round, I will take him out.

I don't want them round here any more.

I just want Lucy back.

I know, Ian, I do.

I feel the same, but you've just got to trust them.

I don't know what I'd have done without you.

I don't know where I'd be.

You've got to...

You've got to hang in there. And you can, Ian. I know you can.

SHE SIGHS

What are we going to tell Denise?

And Masood. I mean, they deserve to know.

Ian, I...really care for you, God knows I do, but...

-We need to start building for the future.

-..what happened was wrong.

It's not just about us, is it? It's about Bobby and Peter.

-KNOCKING AT DOOR

-Leave it.

-Oh, come in.

-I'm really sorry,

I don't mean to intrude, and you can tell me to disappear,

but I can't stop thinking about you and I wanted to do something...

Oh, hang on, this is burning my hands off.

-Thank you.

-Well, look, anything.

Anything at all, just say, call, text, shout from the window,

and I'll be there.

We all will. We're all here for you,

and, erm, I know Lee's done his bit,

but if we can do anything more, then we totally will.

Why don't you go home?

I can manage.

Think I'd rather be here right now.

Not doing much good over there.

Can anyone, when you think about it?

Sorry. I'll, er, take your lead.

If you want to talk about...Lucy, then I will,

and if you don't, then I won't.

-Thanks, but I think I'll do this my way.

-Of course.

Not sure what that is right now. But...

..I'll get there.

So, does... Does this mean you'll be staying with Ian?

-Course I will!

-Sorry...

-I don't know if you've noticed,

but things have changed a bit around here. Don't bring that up again.

There you go, love. Cheers. Thanks for that.

I've been asked to come and mediate,

because your constant bickering is driving customers away.

Yes, that's right, cos she started it.

Your mate started it by getting herself a court appearance.

-OK, that's not really helping.

-Shut up,

because you know this is only going to go one way.

-That's not really helping, either.

-So that's the kind of person you are? I should've known.

Do I really have to take this from you? Is she having a laugh?

-Ladies, can we...?

-I know what sort of person you are.

You think you're untouchable, so you go round bullying people.

Bullying?! I'm standing up for my rights!

I am not above you hitting you, do you know that?!

You heard that, she threatened me! You lot heard that!

Are you kidding me??

-Kat, you're out!

-Yeah. And look what I've come back to.

-Yeah, stick that where the sun don't shine.

-You're not grasping the concept, are you?

-She got off?

-The Walford One walked. How about that, eh?

-This country's a disgrace.

-Yeah? Then emigrate.

Listen, we're having a good moment here, darling. Please, back off.

Someone's been killed. Yeah? And here we are ripping into each other.

-I didn't know her.

-Well, why don't you go and ask her dad about her,

and find out why there's so many flowers outside his gate?

Cos Lucy was a lovely girl, and the world needs more of that.

Not this ugliness right outside his house.

So have some respect, yeah?

Great. Well...

I think that sorts that, don't you?

Yep, lovely. Well done.

-Did you really get off?

-Two-year suspended.

Bit close for comfort, but my lady is free.

I tell you what, B, yeah, after seeing all them tributes

and what it stands for... It wasn't worth it.

I've got too much to lose.

Listen, ladies, I'll be over in a minute. I'm really busy...

-Busy little bee, ain't you?

-Ow!

-What are you doing?

-Getting the band back together again.

You and me, serving the world.

I reckon people must've missed this place being open.

That's well nice.

-Your Martin's in for a right treat tonight.

-He was.

"Too busy"? What's that mean?

It's his mates, they keep ganging up on him, making him go out.

-What are you doing?

-Sorting it. Watch this.

Hello, is that Martin?

You don't know me, right,

but I'm telling you now, that is some wife you've got.

No, seriously, you do not want to miss out on tonight.

Oh, right.

-Well, you're a right div, then, ain't you?

-Martin? I'm really s...

You cannot do things like that.

You do it, then, cos you're worth more than a miserable text.

-What is it?

-Come through.

We had a whip round, and got some lunch sorted.

I don't understand.

I thought we could remember Lucy in the proper way.

It's worth a try, isn't it?

My mum took some lunch round to your dad's,

so if you was thinking of going home, don't.

She can ruin a ready meal with the best of them, you know.

We all miss her, Peter.

-Good having your mum back, isn't it?

-Ian.

-Couldn't do without her, could we?

-Let's not do this.

If you wanted, it could be permanent.

-Please.

-Imagine that, eh?

Just tell your mum how much you love her being here.

-You don't have to say anything, love.

-Bobby, go on!

-Ian, let it go.

Actually, there's something we need to tell you.

-We're getting back together.

-Stop, stop it!

-Look, I know it's early days...

-You cannot do this to him!

Dad, it's all right. I'm here.

Yeah, but you're not Lucy, are you?

Well, you're not.

See? That's why he needs you.

Listen, right? You listen to me.

There is no me and you.

You are clinging onto something that was good once.

But that's not us now.

What happened came from a horrible, dark place of grief and guilt.

And I don't want to go back there, and you mustn't either,

or you will never, ever get over this.

-Jane, I've never needed you more than I need you now. Please.

-Do you think this is working? Really?

Bobby's in tears, we've cheated on Masood and Denise.

It's a mess!

You, you need to get out of those clothes,

have a shower, and start again.

Forget about me and be the dad that Bobby needs.

I love you.

I absolutely do...

..but I am not the answer.

Erm... OK, I got one.

I was in the club once and I saw Lucy.

Some guy was pestering for her number all night,

but she didn't want to give it to him, so she gave him Phil's number.

And he was in. You didn't want to see his face! It weren't pretty.

I remember we had this karaoke night over at the Vic,

all the songs from the musicals, it was my mum's idea.

That bloke Winston, he was halfway through singing I Feel Pretty

when Lucy come up and pulled the plug out.

I could've cried with relief.

Whit?

-Sorry.

-It's all right.

Erm...

-Oh, God.

-Hey.

-Honestly, it's fine.

OK. We were out on the town once...

..and we ended up in some casino with these blokes.

She told them that we were supermodels.

And she was charging 'em for photos.

And they paid for our drinks all night.

They did figure it out in the end.

We had to climb out the toilet windows to get away.

I've got loads of stories like that.

So I guess, if you think about it, you know,

Lucy will always be a part of who I am.

Thanks for doing this.

Denise gave me the afternoon off, so...

Jane?

I thought you were with Ian.

I've made such a mess of things.

JANE SOBS

What did you do?

Finally! Hey, Tommy!

There you go, buddy. How are you, mate?

Sit down there for me. Good boy.

-Can we play football?

-We'll play football in a minute, yeah.

What do you think?

What? It's your stall?

No, stop right there. It's not my stall, it's our stall.

It's a brand-new start for you, Kat. This is our stall now.

The Moon stall. You're free, so we've got to make the most of it.

We'll be partners at love, work, and play, yeah.

What do you reckon, Tommy?

Still think God will forgive me?

That's the deal He makes, so, yes.

And how about you?

Let's face it, you've never liked me

and I've just given you an even bigger reason not to.

Just come on, have a go. Tell me I'm horrible, cheap.

With what you're going through right now, how could I judge you?

How could anyone?

I know you think you've made things worse

but there isn't anything worse, really, is there?

So what do I do now?

DOORBELL RINGS

Mum!

I think you need to take care of your son.

I don't get it, sweetheart. I've been working on this for ages,

it was going to be the big Moon spectacular. Me and you.

I've got Bianca, ain't I?

I can't abandon her, not after everything we've been through.

Look at all the Alice stuff. I can't do that to her.

-But I just thought...

-Your stall doesn't need me, all right?

Your dreams won't change. It'll be amazing, I promise you.

Hey, Bobby. Hey.

What's all this?

I don't deserve you.

I'm sorry, what?

Mas, I've got to go.

-Where?

-Look... Look, I'll call you.

-But...

-Dad. Not now.

I'm so sorry.

I don't know how long it'll be for.

I'll call you.

We both will.

I love you.

(Jane?)

What did you say to Jane?

Me? Nothing.

Something's changed, Shabnam, so what is it?

I didn't say a word!

It's probably for the best.

What does that mean?

It's for the best.

Say cheese.

That's it.

This is silly.

Martin's going to look at that and his eyes are going to pop out

and he's going to return your calls quicker than you can say stupid div.

-Can I get a cup of tea when you're ready, please?

-Yeah hang on a minute.

Ignore him. C'mon, one more. Give me sexy. Come on, pose

-Martin's going to have a heart attack.

-Hey. Sonia, you all right?

Mum. How was the chemo? Did they manage it?

They did. Wonder of wonders, I was up to it.

My immune system is behaving itself.

I'll have a lemon tea. Now that I've passed my blood test.

You didn't go on your own? David took you?

Yeah, he took me. He's just rushed off to an auction.

In that case, your favourite seat awaits.

Oh. Very posh, I like it.

I got everything from you.

Do you want anything else?

Yeah. Just a couple of slices of dry toast, please, darling.

DOOR SHUTS

Peter...

Dad texted, said that Jane's taken Bobby away.

What are we going to do, Denise?

Do you think there's a book... or an instruction manual...

..telling you how to get through this?

I... I don't know, darling.

I...

Anyway, your dad's upstairs.

I'm glad he's got you.

And you've got each other.

And that's what's going to count in the end.

I promise you.

I thought you'd left with the others.

No.

I, um, wanted to say how sorry I am...

about not being able to think of anything to say about Lucy earlier.

It's all right, don't worry about it. It's fine.

Shouldn't you be at work?

No. I called 'em, said I was ill.

I can't face it anyway.

I want to do something for Lucy.

I want to log in to her account and block them animals

from saying anything. But I need her password.

I... I wouldn't know it.

Maybe it's the same one she uses... USED for work.

I mean, we all use the same password for everything, don't we?

-Hey, you.

-All right.

-Why don't you have a lay down?

Don't know why I'm yawning, I'm pumped full of steroids.

That's because it's emotionally exhausting.

Is that a new top?

Yeah, I bought it for tonight. Me and Martin might go out.

Hopefully.

I'm really glad he's stepping up.

See, your marriage is stronger than you think.

Yeah, he's really great, Mum. He'll be there. If it comes to it.

What was I supposed to say?

Don't worry, he will call. Right.

I better get myself ready, Tosh and I are going up Soho later.

-But we're still really busy.

-I could give you a hand if you like.

-There we go. Problem solved.

-I can't just hire new staff.

Yeah, but I know Ian really well. I'll be working in the new restaurant when it opens.

Can hardly ask him, can we?

-There you go.

-Nice one.

What if he doesn't call me? Then what?

Believe in yourself, Son. Yeah. You're gorgeous.

Even minus boobs?

Listen. You have got a great rack.

Yeah. And as racks go, I'm talking like, Top Ten. World class.

Like, Dolly Parton, Nigella, Kelly Brook.

They're all racked up and you, girl,

you're stacking up right alongside them.

I think you've gone a little bit off...

You... You're so much more than your boobs, yeah?

You're amazing, totally, there ain't no questioning that.

So he'll call, yeah, cos he knows what I know.

SHE MOUTHS

Say something.

Dad, I need to hear your voice.

Where did Jane go?

She didn't say.

Did you tell 'em to go?

No.

Then how did it happen?

I don't know.

DOOR SHUTS

Patrick...

I got the first plane as soon as I heard the news.

SHE SOBS UNCONTROLLABLY

It's all right. It's OK, I'm home now.

DOOR OPENS

Oh... You doing it all by telepathy now?

You've got some clients out there. Look really keen.

Right. Yeah. Cheers.

Look at her, beautiful girl.

Yeah. Still can't get my head round it.

You heard anything from Jack or any of the others?

No. They're all in the same boat as you right now.

-Robbie's gene results came back negative.

-That's good.

A week from now this should all be behind us.

Yeah. Fingers crossed.

I'd better get out there.

Do you fancy doing some family stuff?

Maybe a drink in the Vic later?

Yeah, sounds good. Just let me know what time.

-All right. See ya.

-All right. I'll see you later.

There you are.

OK, I'm back, you don't have to fight this on your own, all right?

Thank you.

And you don't have to play brave either.

Cry if you want to cry.

Sorry... I...can't catch my breath.

Come on, Denise. Look at me. Just look at me.

I... I can't make this right, no-one can.

I tell you what, right now we all have to stick together.

OK? How's Ian?

Um...

Jane's gone.

She packed the car and she... took Bobby with her.

I mean, how could she do a thing like that?

We'll have to do what we can for Ian.

Let him know we're here.

People need people.

Patrick...

I've packed a suitcase.

I'm leaving Ian.

DOOR OPENS

You're back early.

Yeah. Just wanted to come home and check on you.

You OK?

What you been up to?

We're trying to block this trolling on Lucy's profile.

What do you mean "trolling"?

You don't even want to know.

Just a bunch of sad people sitting behind their computers. Cowards.

Why do that? What is wrong with people?

I mean, they do them things and they probably just

go about their lives, acting like they're nice and normal.

And the whole time they're just hiding how horrible they are.

When we got the news...about Lucy... the world stopped.

It just stopped dead.

It was like floating in space, there was nothing moving, no sound...

It was the end of everything.

And you want to know what my first thought was?

You'll hate me for it...

but I realised I couldn't leave.

I was on the verge of it, that day.

And then it hit me like a brick.

Somewhere...in those first few awful, awful moments...

..there was this voice telling me, "You got your timing wrong.

"You should've left earlier." Why did I hang around?

And, yes, I was heartbroken for Lucy, devastated,

but there was still this voice, this voice saying,

"Oh, you've got it wrong, Denise, you weren't decisive enough,

"you...you let life happen to you, you let it push you around."

And this is what I get for that. This is what I always get.

But no. This time...

This time I have to take control.

I have to be as strong as I can be.

And I know I look like a coward running away, deserting him

when he needs me the most, but I'm not, Patrick, I swear to you.

I am being the bravest that I can be.

I wish I loved him.

I'd take any pill going if it would make me want him. But...

I don't.

I don't.

-Hey, Shabnam.

-Yeah.

-You obviously know something.

-What?

About why Jane left.

You two were talking earlier, she must have said something to you.

Dad, I'm as clueless as you are.

Everything was fine between me and Jane last night. This morning.

So what's changed, Shabnam? She could hardly look me in the eye.

She was avoiding me. So why do that?

I have no idea.

You done it yet?

Yeah, I have. Yeah.

Let me see it then.

Lauren. You don't want to see it. It's not nice, OK?

Well, I... I hope they... Whatever.

I've been there with him, sitting with him and all the time...

All the time wishing it wasn't me.

And who's been holding your hand?

Well...it's not my pain.

I don't really come into it.

Which tells me you're in as bad a way as anyone.

You think I won't do it, don't you? You think...

Denise, you are a good woman.

What, and I'd live my life just to make someone else happy?

Look, I shouldn't have come here, I should've just kept on going.

Are you going to stop me?

You are, aren't you?

You're going to tell me I can't leave.

What're you doing?

What do you think?

I'm going to get you a cab.

Hey.

New threads, like 'em?

Yeah, you're very sexy.

Got to look delicious for my girl.

Where you two off to?

Magical mystery tour, Mick.

A club then, yeah?

Cheers, I was trying to build it up.

Hello, beautiful ladies. And Max. What can I get you?

White wine for my girls and I'll stick to lemonade, please.

-What do you want, Max?

-A large whisky. Er, I'll get these.

No, you won't. I invited you.

Anyway, we're not going to stay long, Sonia's got to get off to Martin.

Oh, no, it's all right. Change of plan. I can stay.

Who's that?

My friend, was just trying to sort her out with her husband.

-You? Mick, Tina's got a new job, marriage counsellor.

-Shut up.

-He stood you up, Martin?

-We'll just go out another time.

-What was it, work, yeah?

-Yeah. He's got loads on.

-Go sit down. I'll bring these over.

-Thank you.

Tell you what, while you're here. Do us another one.

-So Martin not took it too well then?

-No. He's been great.

-He don't know a thing, does he?

-Course he does.

Sonia, I know when you're lying.

And worse of all, I know when you're being an idiot.

So, Libby...

Libby! When will you be in?

That late?

No, it's... We'll talk properly when I see you, yeah?

-Sounds like I'd better delay the cab.

-Yeah.

If you can bear with me for just a little bit longer.

At least it'll give you time to talk to Ian, say your goodbyes, huh?

Thing is...

Hi, it's me.

Yeah. No, no, I still want a cab, man.

Just a bit later.

Yes, yeah, that'll be a good time. Yeah. Thanks.

All right.

-That should give you enough time.

-Patrick...

There isn't going to be a goodbye, is there?

I know, I know, it's rotten.

The worst timing in the world but that's me.

Can't you talk to him? Explain why. The man deserves that.

If I thought I could, I would. I'd be straight over there.

But if I step one foot in that house, I will never get away, I know it.

He'll want to know where you've gone.

I'll write to him.

I'll try and think of something.

And...

I thought, if you could give him this...

I'm sorry. I'm so stupid.

I should not be getting you involved.

Girl, I've got to be good for something.

I'm not a bad person. I'm not.

-Baby, nobody said you are. You're not.

-I'm not.

I'm all right, thank you, Max.

What're you talking about? We're just lifting the gloom, ain't we?

-Thinking happy thoughts.

-Reckon Mick'll bung us a bottle of wine?

Mickey, we're going up Soho.

Can we have a bottle of wine for the bus?

-Course you can, baby.

-Thank you. I love you.

-Enjoy yourself, you're out with us instead, darling.

-Yeah, who needs Martin, eh?

I want to propose a toast. Absent friends.

-Well, I'm not toasting him.

-Bianca?

She ain't said nothing to him. He don't know nothing about any of it.

-Thank you, Bianca(!)

-Sonia?

-I'm going to tell him when I feel like it, OK?

-You are going about this all the wrong way.

You've got to be honest. Can't go round avoiding things, take it from me.

Listen, we'll go together, right, and we'll get the ball rolling.

How does he know he's got to be around for you if you won't let him know that?

I really fancied this drink but none of you are going to let me do this my way.

In fact, it's not even a drink. It's an ambush. I'm going home.

-Yeah. Go on, ignore the issue.

-Sonia.

-Leave it, leave it.

-Just let her go. Carol, let her go. She'll be all right.

-She'll come to her senses.

Denise, I was wondering where you are.

I'll... I'll try you at the Minute Mart.

'Hi, this is Jane, please leave a message.'

Er, Jane, it's me. I'm just checking you're all right.

So, er, give me a call when you can.

Er, only I...

I just want you to know that I'm here for you, OK?

Whatever. Whenever.

And I don't know what Shabnam said to you,

assuming she said anything, but whatever it is, just ignore it.

OK?

I want you here.

So, er, call, text, send smoke signals,

just as long as I know you're OK.

Because, er...you're very important.

You're very special.

-B, I can walk, you know.

-You fell over a table.

Right. And I got straight up, didn't I?

Let's get you home.

I don't want to go home, do I? I've got a daughter there crying.

I can't stop her crying because I'm a rubbish dad, ain't I?

Well, you can make up for it now.

What sort of a mad world is it?

Beautiful girl like that. Everything to live for.

She didn't have to die, did she?

Last one on the bus has to pay.

Wait. Give me two seconds.

-Teen, c'mon.

-No, I can't leave her.

Really?

I'll catch you up.

Promise?

It's probably my fault for interfering.

See, that's why I love you.

Lola? I'm just getting some herbal relaxants or whatever they're called.

I think I'd better stay with dad tonight.

No, it's all right, I don't think he's up for visitors, to be honest.

I'm scared to death, Tina.

You don't know what'll happen.

It's odds on. Genetics say so.

What's the next step?

Some consultation thing.

Right, well, will you go to that consultation then

and talk to somebody?

Just find out what your options are, OK?

Promise me you'll set the ball rolling.

-Maybe.

-No. Promise me.

All right, I will.

What will I be without these?

And what if they have to take more away?

What will I be? I won't be a woman any more, will I?

I'll just be this...

Actually, what will I be?

Alive.

DOOR OPENS

Just me.

Jane's, um...gone. She's taken Bobby.

You OK?

I dunno.

I tried calling you.

Yeah... Patrick's back. I was over there.

Obviously, he's only just heard...

Things just got...emotional.

Want a cuppa?

No, I'm going to have a bath.

I'll bring it up to you.

We'd had this night planned for ages.

I told him I was buying a new top.

He was like, "Brilliant, go for it, let's make a real night of it."

And he's out with his mates instead. He always does this.

Every time we plan to go out, he makes an excuse.

He's forgotten how beautiful you are.

Don't make fun of me.

No, I'm not.

I'll tell you this, right.

I like girls but I ain't got a type.

But when I meet someone and I really like 'em,

actually it don't even matter what they look like

because already they're beautiful in my eyes.

And Martin should be like that. Everyone should.

-Well, then you're beautiful too.

-See, now you're getting it.

No...

..but you are.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Is this to apologise or explain?

Son?

Oh come on, Son, don't be like that. We're all right now, aren't we?

I'm doing what you want me to do, and what everyone else

wants me to do - I'm seeing the genetics doctor this afternoon,

so you can all stop going on about it.

KNOCK ON WINDOW

KNOCK ON DOOR

What's happened? Is there some news?

Have you've not had the TV or radio on this morning then?

No, why?

Can I come in?

Yeah, come through.

What's with the box?

It's some of Lucy's belongings. I thought you'd like them back.

You haven't come here just to tell us that, have you?

No. Um...

There's been a development,

and I wanted you to be the first to know.

Only sadly...

Look, I'm not going to bore you with the internal politics of the Met.

Suffice to say that, somehow, there's been a leak.

Now, everyone's playing pass the parcel.

Hand on heart, I don't know the details,

but the fact is...

this news - the news that I wanted you to be first to know -

it's already got into the hands of the press.

Thanks for helping.

You're welcome, Denise.

What do you want?

I was wondering whether you could put this little ad

-in your shop window for me.

-Yes.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Just wanted to know how you're doing?

I'm fine, honestly.

And you're getting on with Ian OK?

Listen, I'd really love to stop and chat,

but I've still not done the papers yet.

Also, there's someone with me.

Remember what we said about self-sacrifice?

Try thinking about yourself for a change.

Yeah, well, I'm trying...

not to think at all at the moment.

You all right?

Yeah...if a man can ever be all right

with that woman under his roof.

Well, try thinking about yourself for a change, yeah?

I'll see you soon.

Love you.

Love you, too.

How much?

-What?

-For the ad, darling? How much?

Oh, it's 50p for a day.

Right, here's two weeks.

You can keep the change.

Do you know where else I can put it up?

Yeah, the caff has got a notice board.

Hm. Yeah, I'd forgotten that. Thank you.

Denise?

Sorry. I'm going to need you to...

just hold the fort, just for two minutes.

What do you mean, "hold the fort?" What am I supposed to do?

When did you find this out?

Late yesterday afternoon.

We've got no idea how it got out at the moment.

I can only apologise.

Ian?

Oh.

I was going to show you something but...

maybe you already know.

What?

Emma just told us. They, uh...

They think Lucy knew her attacker.

-TELEVISION:

-'Walford police are investigating claims

'that local girl Lucy Beale,

'believed to have been killed in a botched mugging attempt over

'the Easter weekend was, in fact, murdered.'

-Patrick!

-'The speculation follows an article in the Walford Gazette

'which claims that Lucy was killed elsewhere

'and her body placed on the common.'

-What do you want?

-Looks like she was murdered.

'The 20-year-old's phone and wallet were missing...'

I know. I heard it on the radio.

-That lovely girl.

-'So far, the police have made no arrests

'in connection with the case...'

Still, you never know what goes on behind closed doors.

Meaning what exactly?

Nothing.

What do you think you're doing?

-Since when?

-Have you started looking for somewhere else to live, yet?

I've been asking around.

If you're putting the kettle on, I could do with a cup of tea.

Da-da-da...

What are you doing here?

-Holding the fort.

-So, where's Denise?

She went across the road.

Here. Look at that.

Oh, no...

This is awful.

Some sick people out there.

I've just spoken to Jane. Now, I need to speak to you.

So, how long have you known it weren't a mugging?

As soon as forensics established that Lucy

didn't die where she was found.

There was no distribution of blood at the scene which

suggests that the murder took place elsewhere...

What? So she was just...dumped?

Yes...

OK, so, do you have names?

Are you looking for anyone in particular?

-No, not as yet.

-What about the Carter lad?

Lee Carter's alibi checks out.

Look, we have got one significant lead, though,

which isn't in the paper.

Go on.

I know I've asked you this before, Mr Beale,

but, did you have any hint that Lucy was seeing

anyone other than Mr Carter?

Why?

Her phone records show that she was exchanging a significant number

of texts and calls with someone in the weeks leading up to her death.

-Who?

-Well, that's the question.

All the calls were made to a pay-as-you-go phone

with no registered user.

You've got no idea who that might have been?

What kind of texts?

Well they were, um...

they were of a clandestine nature.

What are you saying?

We need to find this person so that

we can rule them out of our enquiries.

That's your way of saying that you reckon they did it, yeah?

We have to keep an open mind.

When you say "clandestine"...

Organising trysts and the like.

Trysts?

Sorry. Secret meetings.

So, Lucy was having it off with this bloke.

I mean, that's basically what you're saying, yeah?

Are we likely to know who this person is?

That is a possibility.

I've been dumped!

And when I ask why, I get waves of guilt coming down the phone.

Now, you know something.

No!

I'll ask you again, what did you and her talk about before she left?

-Nothing.

-Shabnam...

I've been going through it all in my head,

and I understand she's upset.

I understand her needing to take Bobby away. But, dumping me?

And then, at 4am, it occurs to me, of course - Ian.

It has something to do with her and Ian, doesn't it?

Shabnam, don't you dare lie to me!

I need to know the truth.

It's to do with her and Ian, isn't it?

Has she slept with him?

That's all I need to know.

"20-year-old Lucy ran a successful letting agency

"near Albert Square, East Walford.

"Blonde Lucy may have been..."

Stop reading it now.

As if the colour of her hair is even relevant.

-Hi.

-You all right?

The restaurant's still closed so I'm filling in.

It's better than being laid off.

Before you ask, I phoned the hospital,

so, there's no need for this conversation.

Good. That's not why I'm here, though.

I waved at you earlier and you ignored me.

I understand you being confused... I'm a bit confused myself.

But, we can't pretend it never happened.

What am I supposed to say?

I just think we should clear the air.

-Well, not here and not now.

-All right.

Well, let's grab five minutes when we swap shifts then, yeah?

Least it weren't your first time.

-Son....

-In a minute.

I feel sick.

Fats, go after her will you?

Listen...

Look, I know you're nervous about this appointment today,

so I want to come with you. Kat will look after the stall.

I'm not even ill yet.

-There you go.

-That copper's still over there. How long's that been now?

Well, how do you know it's a copper?

Well, who else is going to be there at this hour?

Do you think it's to do with what was on the news?

No, I reckon they know something.

You still worried about Sonia?

No, no. I was just thinking about Ian.

Do you know what, if I wasn't feeling so washed out

I'd go over there and see him.

Aye, aye...

She's coming out with Ian.

-I'm going to go over there now.

-Hey? No, no, no.

No, you stay here.

-I'll do it.

-Why? What are you up to?

-Up to?

-It's not like you.

I can be a nice person, Carol. Sometimes I can.

All right. Well, that is a kind thing to do.

Do you want me to pop back at lunchtime?

No, no, no, I'd rather sort it all on my own.

All right. Well, good luck, then.

David...

..you know.

One of the things I love most about you Carol Jackson,

is you make me try and be a better person.

David, you've known me for over 35 years.

I said "try," I didn't say anything about having succeeded. Ta-ta.

See you.

I just want to get some sense of why...

or who...

Mr Beale - Ian - I understand your need for answers, but please...

Leave the detective work to you.

Look, if you start questioning potential witnesses,

it's only going to slow things up.

I understand.

You've got my number. So, if anything occurs...

Ian...

Look, I know we've had our differences in the past, mate,

and I ain't been too kind to you.

But, I'm a dad as well...

Hey, where are you going? Hang on, hang on.

Look, I just wanted to say if there's anything...

anything I can do for you...

-Was it you?

-Was what me?

Was it you sending her the sleazy texts? Arranging to meet her?

I don't know what you're talking about.

I wouldn't put anything past you.

I don't know, Ian, I really don't...

Has she mentioned a name or anything?

Look, if I knew anything more I would tell you.

Please think back, OK.

You might have thought at the time that it was nothing,

but, it could be something now.

Look, Lauren knew her a lot better than I did, so...

Do you know where she is?

She was here before, but I think she went home.

-Wait, I need to speak to you.

-Not now, Masood. Please.

I know, all right? What, anyone would think you hadn't have a clue

-what I'm talking about.

-Now is not a good time.

I know how I'm supposed to react, Ian.

"Ian's just lost his daughter. He's all over the place.

"So what if he's just bedded your girlfriend?"

-Please, I'm begging you.

-To hell with it, Ian. To hell with it.

I don't care how vulnerable you were or how much comforting you needed.

Your daughter is barely cold on the slab and you're in bed with Jane.

You're suffering? Well, good.

What if the person that killed her...

was someone that she knew?

I mean do I know this person as well?

Are they in my address book?

Could I possibly bump into them at the Minute Mart?

I don't know but you can't think like this, Lauren, all right?

-MOBILE PHONE BEEPS

-You're going to send yourself mad.

Oh, no...

That's Peter, he wants to see me.

What am I meant to say to him?

KNOCK ON DOOR

I just wish everyone would go away.

Leave it, leave it, Lauren, all right? Just ignore it.

-What time do you call this?

-Someone's stressed.

-Yeah, why do you say that?

-The fags.

You've seen the paper, then?

Listen, before you sit down, go up the Arches, will you?

-There's a Corsa needs picking up...

-Yeah, in a minute.

Bad business, isn't it, eh?

I can't even think about it.

-Nah, not when you've got daughters yourself.

-Exactly.

Ian just knocked on your front door.

Why?

I don't know, mate. But, he's on the warpath.

He's just found out Lucy's been getting texts off this bloke

on the sly, apparently.

And before you say anything, he's already accused me,

so don't start getting offended if he does the same...

I've been looking for Lauren, she's not in.

Do you know where she is?

Ian, I'm really sorry...

Can you call her? I need to speak to her.

Yeah, course.

-Now?

-Yeah, I've just got one e-mail to send

and then I'll do it straightaway.

He probably reckons Lauren knows something

about this fellow that Lucy was seeing.

You going to pick up that Corsa or not? Phil's waiting for you.

Phil. Always been a bit tacky between me and him.

Especially after I had that thing with his baby sister.

Did I ever tell you about that, Max?

Uh, no.

Cor, we're going back a bit now. I was what...

34, 35? She was early twenties.

Pretty, available, so I was off to the races mate, I tell you.

Mind you, that's what I was like in them days.

Something to be said for getting older, eh?

-Do you want one?

-No, you're all right, thanks.

Mind you, that does explain why he pointed the finger at me earlier on.

I'm surprised he never said anything to you.

Well, why are you surprised he didn't say nothing to me?

Well, you know, whats-her-face.

Carol told me the whole story.

-Kacy, was it?

-Stacey.

Yeah, that's the one. How old was she then?

If you ain't going to pick this motor up, I'll go myself, all right.

That's all right, I'll go. I can't drink this muck anyway.

I ain't scared of Phil Mitchell.

And you've got a call to make.

Excuse me? What the hell happened to you last night?

And why was your phone switched off?

It wasn't switched off. It was out of battery.

Can we talk about this later, I've got to get to a shift at the caff...

Not even an apology? Some people would call that rude.

-All right, I apologise, OK?

-That's an apology?

Well, what do you want me to say?

I want you to sound like you're taking this relationship seriously.

-I do!

-So, don't you think you owe me an explanation?

Usual, please.

So, this is your idea of looking for somewhere else to live, is it?

I can't go until Tina gets here.

Well, does she even know you've got an appointment?

Yes. She's going to be here in a minute.

I'll take over. You're more important. Just go, will you.

Give me that.

And phone me as soon as you get there, yeah,

and let me know what's happening.

-Yes, OK.

-You all right?

-What are you playing at?

-I'm taking over from her.

Have you got a problem with that?

-Sonia?

-I've got that appointment.

Look, I got held up.

Tosh was giving me ear ache about last night.

I could hardly tell her the truth, could I? I'm sorry.

Bianca is in there doing what you should be doing,

so why don't you get in there and do it.

I thought we were going to clear the air.

Trouble in paradise?

None of your business.

Ah, is someone feeling a little bit put out?

Maybe it's time you moved on.

OK. OK, you want a list?

The half drunk cups of tea you leave all over the place.

Hogging the TV, the nail clippings on the bathroom floor.

That would have been Dexter.

So, Dexter wears red nail varnish now?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I ought to be at the launderette by now.

Let's have this conversation this evening.

No, no, no. Conversation done. Finito.

You're kidding me.

You're not going to throw an old-age pensioner out, are you?

I'm making a decision.

I'm giving you a one month's notice and that's official.

-Hello?

-Hello?

-Hello.

-Hi.

Dad?

I've done something really stupid.

I told Ian Beale exactly what I thought of him.

Oh, you didn't...

I said he'd used Lucy's death...

..to get to Jane.

And now I wish I was dead.

When did Bianca tell you about Naomi?

Oh, that was her name. Was it romantic?

Look, I really need to go.

ENGINE STUTTERS

Come on.

I wonder if it was her dealer.

What?

What, you didn't know?

Cindy told Dad that Lucy was doing coke

and then he found a bag amongst her stuff.

Yeah, I know. I'm beginning to feel like I didn't know my sister at all.

What am I supposed to do with all this stuff?

It belongs to the business. Just thought you might need it.

All right? Sorry to interrupt...

Lauren, I think your dad's trying to get hold of you.

Yeah, I'm going to go and see him in a minute.

Any news on this fellow and the texts, Peter?

How do you know about that?

Well, your dad told me.

Lucy was getting some texts from some fellow

she was seeing apparently.

I can't take much more of this.

I'm going to go see my dad.

Babe, you've forgot the...

-What you doing here?

-Oh, I'm just standing in for Tina.

Might have a long wait, darling.

I've just seen her outside the Vic, gassing in her car with Sonia.

What?!

Oy!

Right, go on, try it now.

Shall I go and get one of the blokes from the garage?

I just want you to go away.

-Why are you being like this?

-What's the problem?

-What's it look like?

You should've been in the caff ten minutes ago

and she should be at the hospital.

Will you two just leave me alone?

Hurray!

-I thought I told you to leave her alone.

-I was trying to help.

If she don't want it, it's up to her.

Ain't nothing to do with you.

Now it turns out she had a coke habit...

and another bloke on the go.

Why don't you go home, Lauren.

Go on, get some rest.

Take your mind off things.

Now I've got all this.

What is all that?

Lucy's stuff.

It's her stuff from the business.

I can't take it.

Come on, I'll take care of it. Come here.

Go home, Lauren.

I thought I was meant to go see Ian.

What's the point? You don't know anything, do you?

He's probably just asking everyone.

Peter said it just now.

It's like we didn't really know her at all.

-Son?

-Don't start.

My car's broken down on Victoria Rd, the Arches is closed...

I'm looking for Dexter.

My dad will take you.

It's too late. I've missed the appointment.

I'm going to have to call them.

Mag, look after the stall for a minute. Sonia!

What time do you call this?

-You've seen Lauren, then?

-Sorry, I just asked you a question.

Anything interesting?

-You know what I think, don't you?

-I'm not interested.

I think if I had an important hospital appointment

and my car needed fixing, I'd have definitely made other arrangements.

I don't need this.

Why was Tina so annoyed then, Sonia?