15/08/2014 EastEnders Omnibus

There you go, little man. Lovely. All right. Pass me this one.

-All right, have I got him?

-You got him?

Yeah, yeah. There you go.

Listen, how about I take these pair out?

You can have the place to yourself. Have a kip.

But they'll need feeding.

Well, I'll take them to the Queen Vic. We'll share a pie!

Wet the baby's head, more like.

Come on, mate. Let's keep you wrapped up. Lovely.

-Kat, what are you doing?

-This place is a tip.

Ollie and Jean are going to stop by on their way back.

Darling, you're knackered. You should be taking it easy.

Look, I'd better go and get ready

and nip out and get those biscuits that she likes. What are they?

Who cares about biscuits? If Jean wants biscuits Ollie can get the biscuits.

As long as they're here, I'll do everything I can for her!

Well, I'll make you a nice cup of tea and we'll have some biscuits, eh?

-Hello, darling.

-All right, darling?

Can't you sleep? All those noisy boys? Come on.

Us girls gotta stick together. Up you go.

-Kat?

-Yeah?

It's ginger nuts. Jean likes ginger nuts.

So I'll sort it.

OK.

L, there's not a binman alive on the graft right now. Why are you?

Starting out as I mean to go on.

Nerve of that woman. Saying what she said.

Just let it go.

Let her get away with it, you mean? Like Ian?

It's like we're giving Cora a licence

to lob accusations at us whenever she wants. And in front of the punters.

The only thing anyone's got a licence to do in this pub

is sell pies, peanuts and pints.

Not that anyone's buying 'em.

The takings were down all weekend.

It'll all blow over. We keep our nuts down.

Carry on as normal. Yes?

OK. But this violet don't shrink, Mick.

I'm standing behind that bar with my head held high. We all are.

-Ow!

-Oh, oh, oh, come here. Come on.

-Let's get that run under the tap.

-No. It's OK.

-C'mon, I'll iron that for you.

-I said I'm OK!

All right. Look, I know you're nervous about the appeal tomorrow.

But I'm here to support you, so don't take it out on me.

Sorry.

Come on, darling, there's nothing to apologise for.

You've done nothing wrong.

Anyone in your shoes would be stressed.

Look, why don't I cancel? And we can pop out,

have a coffee before my shift. Spend some time together?

No. You go visit Patrick.

Yeah, but I can see him after work instead.

-It's really not a problem.

-I'm really not a problem. Go on. Go.

MOBILE RINGS

If that thing don't stop bleating...

it won't just be my soldiers that get dunked.

At least you know he still wants to talk to you.

I haven't heard from Nancy or Johnny all weekend.

Meant to be going to the cinema with 'em.

Today. But it would be a bit awkward, wouldn't it?

Seeing as you did tell half the Square

that their dad was sleeping with a prostitute.

Right, then.

All set?

All set.

Stace?

What's the matter? Is it Lily? Has something happened to my mum?

No, no, no, Kat's with your mum right now.

She's saying her goodbyes.

We managed to get her a bed

at the mental health hospital in Brighton.

So she's going there today. So you don't need to worry.

And Ollie's looking out for her.

He's never seen her like this.

He said it himself - he's still got so much to learn.

Yeah, what matters, though, is that he wants to.

You tell him, right, tell him just to listen and to love her.

That's all he's got to do. OK?

OK.

How's Kat? How's the twins?

They're good. Yeah, we're happy.

Erm... Alfie, why are you here?

Just wondering if you'd had time to think.

-Time to think?

-About the appeal.

Oh, don't you start, you sound like my mum.

At least someone's making sense.

You really want to know how Kat's feeling?

Yeah? Well, I'll tell you, Stace.

She is worried sick. About you. Your mum. Lily.

Do you know how hard she's working for this family?

Can you honestly say that you're doing the same?

-LEE: It don't add up. NANCY:

-I say we go round there,

stick something nasty through her letter box.

Or, when Cora's on shift in the launderette,

sneak in, commando-style, infiltrate a washing machine,

tie-dye some old bird's pants. Boom. Cora gets fired.

Leave it out. I ain't going near some old girl's kacks.

-It's revenge, Lee.

-Yeah, I know but, look, Mum and Dad said it ain't true.

-So let's just take that as gospel.

-Why would Cora even say that?

Exactly.

We were, um...just debating.

That's what your degree's for, ain't it?

But until you pass your bar exams, you just work behind one.

One what I've been polishing while you lot sit on your bums.

-I've got some revision which I should probably go and do...

-Nice try, Ally McBeal. Sit down.

Cora's barred. Forget what she said. She's an old lady.

They get mixed up. I mean, look at your grandad.

-When's he ever spoken a word of sense?

-Your mum's right.

What, you're just saying we should turn the other cheek?

-Is that what you're saying?

-No, I'm saying we front it out.

-We've nothing to be ashamed of.

-We get stuck in.

And we serve the punters with a smile.

All of us together.

Oh, but we was going to go to the pictures.

-We can go another time.

-Good boy.

-Right, so what's the plan?

-One for you. This is for you.

-ALL GROAN

I don't know where Alfie's got to.

Love the names. Bert and Ernie.

It is temporary, though.

Alfie nearly convinced me on Joe and Cole

till I realised he's ex-Hammers.

They're going to be inseparable.

You'll say goodbye to Lily for me, won't you?

Yeah. We'll come and see you really soon.

And you sure you're all right with...?

Yeah, she's an angel. Mind you, she is a Slater.

Nan took her out to buy stickers and she knocked 'em down on the price!

-You must be shattered.

-Don't worry about me.

I'm so sorry I've been such a burden.

Don't be daft. We look out for each other, don't we?

Yeah. I suppose.

As much as we can.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

All right? Oh, ginger nuts. Completely slipped my mind.

That's all you had to get.

Actually, there's, erm... There's something else.

A request from Stacey.

She wants to see you, Jean.

Oh, come on, Nancy, put your back into it!

Yes, Miss Hannigan!

Can it, Annie. Johnny, you've missed a bit, look.

People are staring. This is embarrassing.

-No, "embarrassing" is you getting soaked.

-Lee!

Lee! What are you doing?!

You watch, Johnny. Punters know exactly where their loyalties lie.

They'll stand by us. Morning!

Mum, do we actually all have to do this all day?

-My neck's already hurting.

-My heart's bleeding. Sharon!

Sorry, Linda. Running late.

Kat, I know I should have told you I was going to see Stacey.

I just thought I might be able to get her to change her mind a bit.

You know, for the sake of Lily and Jean.

Listen, not that it did much help.

If she asked to see her, you must have said something right.

You said it yourself, this morning. She needs her family's support.

-And that means all of us.

-We did our best.

If Stacey's set on seeing this sentence through, that's her decision.

It's about time we started thinking of ourselves. For these two.

I thought I wasn't going to see you.

I haven't got much time, Mum. And there are things I need to say.

Why did you send Alfie here? To talk me round?

-To push me to appeal?

-Of course not!

He sits there. And makes out I'm not doing enough.

Is that what you think?

I didn't ask him to get involved. The first I heard of it

was this morning when he told me you wanted to see me.

Really? Because it all makes sense to me now.

It makes sense that you would do that.

That you would do this. To yourself. On purpose.

What, are you trying to manipulate me?

I don't understand. You're not making any sense.

I didn't... This wasn't...

Then why? Why, Mum? You owe me an explanation.

I'm in here, I can't sleep, I keep going over and over.

Trying to work it all out.

There's nothing to work out.

This wasn't something I planned!

I got lost.

Everything got too much.

My thoughts were racing, and...

And what? What, you think it'd make me change my mind?

Make me appeal?

I wasn't thinking, Stacey!

You of all people should understand that!

-It all just got too much.

-What did?

Lily. You. Everything.

I couldn't cope. I can't cope.

I should have asked for help.

You should be able to rely on me by now.

I'm your mother.

I never wanted to cause you more anxiety.

I wanted to...take it all away.

I should never have had a baby, Mum.

Maybe neither of us should have.

You're sick. Kat's exhausted. And Lily...

All of this is down to me.

So Sharon gave you the brush off, did she?

Blanked me. Flew right past.

What on, her broomstick? Don't let that witch bring you down.

She ain't much of a mate if that's how she's going to act.

But if my friends think it's true then other people are going to.

What do we give a monkey's about what other people think?

If they're gassing about things out there it'll be about that

press thing tomorrow, not us.

If I hear anyone say a word about this family,

they won't know what's hit 'em.

Thanks, baby.

Right, we going to open this boozer or what, L? Do the honours.

Oh! Ha-ha!

Oh! Lauren!

Cinema! Sorry, my bad.

Yeah, cos you said to come round, so...

I know, um... I'm going to have to cancel.

Oh, right, OK. Well, I'll see you later...

Well, you're here now! Make yourself at home.

Don't mind us, just doing a bit of spring cleaning.

Johnny? Get Lauren a drink. Where are you sneaking off to?

Ingredients. I'm going to cook a banging chilli for catch-up night later.

-Trust me. It'll blow your socks off.

-I'll come.

Uh, no! I'll sort the shopping. You two can take your break.

-Ah, thanks, Mum.

-After you've cleaned the kharzis.

Listen, you're all right with me being here, ain't you?

-Yeah. Cool. I let it slide. It's fine.

-Right.

I feel for the woman, I do!

I mean, having a sleaze for a husband.

I thought he was a family man.

Yeah, well. You never can tell, can you?

Then again, nothing would surprise me when it comes to that family.

I mean, there is no smoke without fire, is there?

Don't stop on my account.

It's always nice to know what people think.

No, erm... W-w-what I meant...

What she meant was, we were surprised, that's all. You know?

By the news.

Oh, it's "news" now, is it?

I mean, customers, they come in here, you know,

they say silly things all day long.

-All day?

-We don't take any notice!

My husband is a pillar of this community.

And most of this community are behind him.

You should be an' all.

Right, well, next time you want someone to have your back

don't come running to me. Either of you! Or Ian!

What's Ian got to do with this?

And I'll be shopping on the high street from now on.

Everything in here whiffs of being well past its sell-by date.

-Did you hear about her husband?

-Yeah...

(Went with a prostitute...)

Whoa! Where's the fire?

What's up? Come with me.

We miss you. Me and Lily.

I miss you too.

I'm going to be all right, you know. I promise.

They don't want me in there for very long.

They want me back home. Where I should be.

Where you should be.

Mum, I'm not going to appeal.

You've served so much time inside already.

Because of this illness.

Because of me.

That's all in the past, Mum.

And I don't want to dig it all up again.

I just want to serve my time and just be a good person.

You already are.

Then I don't want to lie.

I don't want you to lie.

I want you to tell the truth. The full story.

No-one knows what goes on inside our heads, Stacey.

So, sometimes, you have to tell them what it's like, in there.

Difficult as that may be.

But if I did, then...

they're going to ask all these questions that

I don't have the answers to.

They're going to want to know how I was feeling.

And what happened. In detail.

Well, they need to know that.

They need to know that you're fighting an illness.

Every single day.

This monster that they can't see.

I don't know if I can face that, Mum.

I could end up in hospital too.

Really? Will it come to that?

You're stronger than you think.

-You're busy, I should go.

-It's fine.

Nadine, can you cancel my 11:30?

Thank you. I just needed a minute.

For the nerves.

I'm assuming this is about what Cora said?

Forget her. She's obviously got her wires crossed.

This ain't like you. You're usually a tough cookie.

I thought I was.

I've been trying to...keep busy.

I didn't want to let them get to me. But they have.

Yeah, well, forget 'em all.

Cos you've got something that they don't have. Class.

It's nice to know someone thinks so.

I watched you sometimes, in the kitchen, making my tea.

Standing on a chair, so you could reach the cupboards.

If he'd have known you were going to have to reach them sooner then...

I don't think your dad would have nailed them up quite so high.

That nasty wallpaper. Brown and mustard and peeling at the corners.

I told you you could never go to the supermarket on your own,

cos of having to cross that big road.

-What was it I always said?

-"Don't argue, Mum knows best."

But you did, of course.

Off you'd go, with my handbag over your little shoulder.

An hour or so later, you'd appear in the doorway,

with six, seven shopping bags in your hands,

full of tins and things, twice as heavy as you,

great big grin on your face, so proud,

-"Here you are, Mum."

-"All set!"

Bossy cow. I don't know how you put up with me.

"Stacey Slater, ice skater."

You should find that little girl in you, Stacey.

You should look back and find her.

Because she's got all the answers.

And she's the bravest person I know.

If Archie hadn't have died,

he'd be standing in the dock too.

You should think of him, standing there.

Twisting his lies. Determined to get away with it.

-Swearing he never touched you.

-No, I don't want to...

You have to. You're a Slater.

You show Lily how to live her life.

You stand there and fight!

Please, can we just get a bit more time?

You find that little girl in you, Stacey!

You find her and everything will be OK!

Love you.

What?! Seriously?

Oh! Ha!

What?

Nothing, no. They suit you!

Do you know what, Lauren? I wouldn't even be wearing these

if my mum weren't so het-up about what your nan said.

What...?

Um...game of darts? Game of darts. Come on.

-What did you just say about my nan?

-That she made the whole thing up.

I think that's you wishing she made the whole thing up, actually.

Oh what, you saying my dad's lying then?

I'm saying they can't both be telling the truth.

-Exactly. Which is why your nan is a vicious cow.

-Ha-ha! Coming from you?!

Do you know what, she wants to keep her mouth on a leash

to stop it running away with itself!

The only thing that needs tied down is your pervy old man!

-Shut up, you trout!

-Whoa, whoa, whoa. Just leave.

That's rich. With her dad's track record.

Thank you!

I can't live like this, Mick. People fighting. People talking.

-Who's talking?

-Everyone!

What's happened now?

Nothing. Nothing happened, did it? That's the point.

I've a good idea to tell them it's the truth, you know?

Hand her a bill for 500 quid and wipe that smug look off her face.

Please, listen, don't. Don't. You promised me.

You promised me.

-Yes?

-Pint, please.

-Nan?

-Thought you was at the pictures?

-It got cancelled.

-They're messing you around.

-Are they?

I just had a fight with Nancy. I stood up for you.

Which was a challenge, to be honest, Nan.

Seeing as I can't back up your story

cos you're refusing to tell me what actually happened.

I've told you everything. And families should trust each other.

No, no! See, I am not doing that any more.

All right? I trusted Dad. He lied to me.

I thought you were different.

OK, fine. Fine. I'll just go ask Mick what's going on?

All right! All right! Calm down. Come here.

As long as you keep this to yourself, agreed?

The prostitute was your aunt.

It was Rainie.

Sharon?

Gin and tonic, please, Linda.

I thought you might have been avoiding me earlier.

-No, no. I was helping Ian.

-Yeah?

Yeah. He's being really brave about this press conference.

I said we're here for him. All of us.

He's a trooper, ain't he? Excuse me.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Yeah, all right!

Is Denise here?

No, she ain't.

Good. Cos it's you I came to see.

I need to pick one out, for the appeal.

-I just don't know which one she'd let me choose.

-I'm sorry, Ian.

No need to be sorry, sorry's not going to bring her back, is it?

No, I'm sorry that...

I know.

It was you. With the prostitute.

I can't let Mick take the blame.

Keeping your secret is tearing my family apart.

So you need to tell everyone the truth.

Or I will.

Kat? Kat?

I'd have to tell them everything, Kat.

There's things I didn't say. Stuff that I've never told anyone.

And they might not understand.

No, that's not going to stop me.

I'm going to appeal.

Morning! That's for me?!

-DENISE:

-It's going to be an ordeal, course it is.

Your worst nightmare, isn't it?

'Everything out there, everyone...

'picking over it...

'Ian, he's just a mess.'

But maybe this is it...

Maybe this is the day that someone finally comes forward.

'The day we find out...

'who killed Lucy.'

You ain't seen my Oyster card, have you?

I'm meeting an old oppo up west.

Look at him, geezer's in bits.

Well, we ain't exactly having the best time of it ourselves.

-There you go.

-Oh, thanks.

Yeah, well, still nothing compared to what he's going through.

Listen, you did the right thing.

Not saying anything to Denise.

You didn't, did you?

I never said nothing to her.

-Put this on.

-What for?

-And dig out your best suit.

-I'm going over the Arches.

Not yet, you're not.

You all right, Ian? Not in the caff?

Nah. It's closed. Liam can't get in today

and Marie's not around till lunchtime.

OK. Well, I can open up, if you like.

Come on, you said it yourself -

nothing like helping a mate out, is there?

I meant me helping you out.

Listen, if you want, I can even keep an eye on the restaurant as well.

Eh?

Alf, you've got enough on your plate, mate... Kat and the twins.

It's all right, we can manage!

Lily's staying with you as well, isn't she?

Not for long, I hope.

Well, it's only because, you know, Stacey's asked for an appeal.

Just waiting for the date.

Listen, Ian, today's not about me, Kat and Stace - it's about you, innit, eh?

Listen, no-one makes a better bacon sarnie than me.

You know it. Eh?

-There you go.

-Well done, mate. I'll look after it.

That's settled then.

So, is this what you're going to say?

-Yeah... I just don't want to let her down.

-Oi, oi, oi.

Come on, mate, you ain't going to let anybody down. All right?

Been over it hundreds of times in my head.

It just doesn't make any sense.

All that matters is you tell it like it is.

Keep it simple. Honest. That's what people want, mate, nothing else.

Grandad.

It's not exactly going away, all this, is it?

-It will.

-Cos you say so?

-No. Cos it's all pony.

Mick ain't the kind of man to go chasing toms.

But how was it all some misunderstanding?

Either Mick was with a brass or he wasn't.

And if he wasn't, why did your girlfriend say he was?

I think Cora was just lashing out. She'd tied a few on.

Didn't seem that drunk to me. And why lash out at Mick?

Women are funny creatures.

Nan, have you heard from Auntie Rainie at all?

-You ain't said nothing?

-No, course not!

I told you, I don't want anyone knowing.

You must be worried sick.

I know you ain't seen her in a while either.

And now we know why. She don't want any of us to know what she's doing.

Especially with the likes of him in there.

But it ain't Mick you're actually bothered about, is it?

KNOCK AT DOOR

We're coming with you.

Both of us.

-Yeah.

-Show our support.

MICK: Don't know why she's ordered chardonnay, no-one drinks it.

-You know where you're going.

-I'll be back in a minute.

-What's she going to do?

-What?

Mick, I can't handle this. Not on top of everything else.

-What are you talking about?

-She hasn't told you?

Linda came to see me last night. OK.

She said either I tell everyone what's happened, or she will.

Look, Mick, please - I know it's a big ask, but...

Please?

Thanks, I won't be long. Sorry about the mess, ladies.

One egg on toast, one beans on toast.

-Be right with you. OK.

-Thanks for this, mate.

Like I said to your dad, a day like today, eh?!

Blimey, you must have your hands full, what with the twins and that.

It's OK. We've got plenty of help.

-Bianca said Jean's gone back to Brighton.

-Everything's in hand.

If you want to go and see Lily later, she'd love to see you. Whoa-ho! Shrimpy!

More toast! Heads up, catch! Good lad. Lovely.

THEY LAUGH

That ain't going to go down well with Environmental Health, is it?

-Hiya.

-All right?

Just wanted to say, good luck with today.

Not me that needs it, my dad's the one that's doing all the talking.

I'm just going to be sat there.

-You know, just wanted to say it anyway.

-All right, Peter?

Tell him yourself if you like, we're going there now.

Yeah? Yeah, OK. Cool.

-Oh! Need you to do something for me.

-Oh?

Tell a lie. I need you to do two things for me.

Spread the word, get the punters in,

we're having a drinks promotion tonight.

BOGOFs everywhere you look, enough cheap booze to refloat the Titanic.

Party time.

Yes. Cos you've got a lot to celebrate right now.

Yeah, well, I will have...

once you've had a little word with someone.

-Mmm.

-That's it.

Denise is back. She's getting changed, with Sharon.

-Mick was wishing you good luck, was he?

-Yeah.

You never told me you'd been to see Ian.

-You didn't ask.

-Linda!

-Have you seen last night's takings?

-They'll pick up!

And have you talked to the kids today, have you even seen them?

Cos I ain't - they're hiding themselves away.

-It's a storm in a teacup.

-And how do you think I feel?

Everyone looking at me, the woman whose husband goes off with tarts!

-You know it ain't true.

-Well, they don't know that!

Cos if it was true, you're right, it would be end of.

It would be over. But it ain't, so stop worrying about it.

I tell you what, you tell that to the punters who come in this lunchtime - if any do.

Lauren ain't coming in, that's for sure. Not after yesterday!

Some people have got a worse day ahead of 'em.

He did this, Mick.

He's the one who couldn't keep it in his trousers.

-Come through.

-Hi, Ian.

DI Keeble and Ross have gone straight over there.

So, um...if you're ready to go?

Look, you don't have to do this.

Not if you don't want to.

No-one's going to make him, are they?

Uh, no, I mean, it's voluntary, of course!

Yeah, but most people would, wouldn't they?

-If it helps catch some nutter.

-Phil!

-Just saying.

What? What are you saying?

What Phil's saying is they haven't done a very good job so far.

So now it's our turn.

Are you, um... Are you all coming along?

-Yeah.

-That's all right, isn't it?

-Yes, of course.

-We just really want to show our support.

I mean, the more support the better, right, Dad?

Denise, chuck us my handbag.

Cheers, thanks.

Actually, it ain't.

-What?

-All right for you to come.

-Well, Peter seemed to think it was.

Yeah, I know, but Peter, he's not thinking straight.

Doesn't know what's best for him. I mean, it's a nice idea and that,

but having an audience might make things worse for him,

-if you know what I mean.

-OK.

I'm not sure I'd agree with that, but...

Are you saying you know my boyfriend better than me?

Right...

Just keep thinking of Lucy.

No matter how many cameras there are pointing at you.

THIS is for Lucy.

All right?

-Cup of tea?

-Yeah, yeah. Coming right up.

You been ignoring me?

What the hell are you playing at, Cora?

So you think all this is a game, do you?

You're not telling me you were serious?

Hallelujah.

At last. Something's got through.

You've lost it, must have.

I know what I know.

So this is from the horse's mouth, is it?

You actually saw Mick with some tart?

You were there?

I still know.

How? You didn't see him and you didn't see her.

This woman that you say Mick was with...

He was.

It's not some mate of yours, is it?

I stand by what I said at the Vic.

Every word of it.

There you go, mate.

Yes, Lauren? Tea, coffee, sausage bap, bacon roll?

Nah, just a water, please.

Still, sparkling? Hint of lemon, dash of lime?

Nah, just tap water is fine.

Oh, tap water? Don't let Ian catch you.

He's probably got a lot more on his mind at the moment.

Nothing's happened, has it?

It's the press conference today, ain't it?

I just wanted to show him my support, you know.

-Who, Ian?

-No. Peter.

-Oh.

-Lola as good as told me to get lost.

Well, she is his girlfriend, so...

So...? So what? I'm not trying to muscle in or nothing.

-No...

-I'm not!

-Here you go.

We're just getting everyone seated, then we'll bring you in, OK?

There's been a good turnout.

There's been lots of interest,

national press as well as local press, so...

Oh, excuse me. We'll be with you in a minute, OK.

We should have gone to the Vic, grabbed a bit of Dutch courage.

Won't be rushing in there any time soon.

Well, you think you know someone, don't you?

It's horrible though, isn't it?

I just don't know what to say to her. Poor Linda.

Yeah. But men like that, you know, they're just...scum.

-Do you know what happened to Lauren?

-Yeah. I think something came up.

-Oh, what sort of something?

-Does it matter?

-Oh, just...

Peter, the only one thing you should be thinking about today is your dad,

and all of this, OK?

I'm so sorry, there's been a little bit of a misunderstanding.

It's not a public press conference, Ian.

What's that mean?

It was always supposed to be just press.

Hang on, what are you saying, friends and family ain't welcome?

You're welcome to wait in the next room

-and we'll fix up a feed to keep you informed.

-Hang on a minute.

They're here to support me, I want them to stay.

Then the press'll be photographing them,

and asking them questions as well as you.

I'm sorry, it's just Ian and Peter we want in the room, no-one else.

DC Summerhayes will show you where to go.

Ian?

It's all right, Dad. It's for Lucy, remember?

If you could just stay in this room

for the duration of the press conference,

then you can see Ian straight afterwards.

-We should be with him.

-I'm so sorry.

Can I just get you any drinks or anything in the meantime?

CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICK

Your family's causing my family quite a lot of grief at the moment.

Why is your nan so bothered about all this?

That's what I don't know.

It's almost like she was taking it personal.

-Unless it is.

-How do you mean?

-Personal.

In that she knows whoever it was who was supposed to be with Mick.

Sorry, I'm just... I'm meant to be meeting my dad for a coffee.

Does that mean she DOES know?

No. No, I never said that.

You all right, Lauren? He weren't hassling you, was he?

No. Nothing I can't handle.

Nothing important either, not compared to what's happening today.

-It must have started by now mustn't it?

-What, the police appeal?

Yeah. I mean, they've got to have loads of calls coming in.

You hear about things like this happening all the time.

So this will be just like we agreed.

I'll say a few words, hand over to you, play the CCTV,

then a few questions from the floor.

OK? You ready?

PRESS CHATTER

SHE CLEARS HER THROAT

ROOM FALLS SILENT

On the 18th of April 2014,

at approximately 8:20 in the evening,

Lucy Beale travelled on a number 15 bus

to a business appointment

with a client in a flat in East London.

We know and have eliminated

that client from our enquiries.

We don't know what happened after that meeting.

We do know that Lucy's body was discovered

on a common close by.

We also know that Lucy was killed

sometime between 9:30 and midnight

and that she died as a result of a head injury.

We'll be going into more detail a little later,

but first, Mr Beale, Lucy's father,

would like to say a few words about his daughter.

CAMERAS CLICK

-Lucy was...

-HE EXHALES

In your own time, Mr Beale.

Come on, Ian.

Lucy was my little girl.

She had her whole life in front of her.

She would have fallen in love,

got married...

had kids.

I would have watched her kids grow up

like I watched her grow up.

Picked her up when she fell down.

Read her a bedtime story.

Her and her brother.

HE GASPS

I told Lucy

that I'd always be there for her...

That I'd protect her.

This is stupid.

Phil? Phil!

In your own words, Mr Beale.

Mr Mitchell, you were told to wait in the viewing room!

-Look at the state of him, he's in bits.

-Mr Mitchell, please!

HE MOUTHS

SHE SIGHS

And I did. I DID protect her.

Until she went off that night

and she didn't come home.

Someone knows why.

Someone knows what happened to my little girl.

-So, please...

-HE SOBS

..whoever you are, just tell me.

Tell me, tell her brother,

why Lucy didn't come home.

We do have CCTV footage of Lucy's journey

to her appointment that night.

IAN COUGHS

We want to trace any other passengers

who were on that bus with Lucy.

We want to talk to anyone who might have seen her.

In particular, anyone who got on that bus with her

or got off at the same stop.

Are there any questions?

-Beth Kennedy, London Telegraph.

-Yes, Miss Kennedy?

Do you have you any leads at all, Detective Inspector?

We're confident this appeal will assist with our enquiries.

That's a no, I take it.

Mr Beale, my sincere sympathies on your loss,

but Lucy wasn't a little girl

when this tragic incident took place of course, she was a grown woman.

She'll always be my little girl.

-And you knew her well?

-Yes.

-And there'd been no tensions in the family lately?

-No.

I understand drugs were found in Lucy's possession

-the day before she died.

-How do you know that?

There's no evidence this was drugs-related.

Meaning you've no evidence it's not.

Was Lucy a habitual drugs user, Mr Beale?

No, she wasn't! Look what's this got to do with anything?

But it's possible she was meeting a dealer that night, isn't it?

-You can't say that!

-Either before or after

her appointment in that flat?

I won't have Lucy talked about like this! I won't!

She was a good girl.

-Lucy... Lucy was a good girl.

-HE SOBS

-What if it had been Nancy?

-What?

What if it had been Nancy that went out that night and never came back?

-Don't say that.

-Exactly.

So how can all this, a few funny looks and a few moody jokes,

-compare to something like that?

-It still don't excuse what he did.

Of course it doesn't!

And it don't mean you should take it on your shoulders either.

He can't take it on his, can he? Not right now.

So who are you all of a sudden, Saint Michael?

Ian's a dad. So am I. He HAD a daughter.

I've still got one.

OK.

I'll keep quiet.

I'm doing this for you, though, Mick, cos you want me to.

Not cos HE does.

Come here, darling. Relax. You did really well.

-Really?

-Yes. Really well.

What the hell was all that about?!

Why did you let her ask all those questions?

You said you'd step in if anyone got too heavy.

That wasn't just heavy, she practically hung Dad out to dry.

I'm just trying to catch your sister's killer.

-STAN:

-'I had that word you wanted.'

-MICK: 'And?'

Didn't do much good. Cora just stuck to her guns.

According to her, you took up with some tom.

Well, not some. A tom she seemed to know.

Nothing else going on here, is there?

What do you mean?

It's just, I got the strangest feeling when I was talking to her.

-Like she was hiding something.

-Can we talk about this later?

-I've got to sort out this drinks promotion.

-And the funny thing is,

that's exactly the same feeling I'm getting now.

Look, Mick. You send me into battle, fair enough.

But at least give me the full SP.

Has someone got something on you? Is that it?

Is this some sort of deal and you're taking the rap for someone?

Why would I do that?

What do you take me for, some sort of muppet?

Well, you might for a mate.

Oh, so that's it, some mate of yours has got into bother

-and you're helping him out?

-OK.

-This is between you and me?

-Go on.

I've never done it before and I'll never do it again.

But?

I went with a tart. Yeah.

And I paid her for sex.

-You know why, don't you?

-Why what?

Why that Old Bill didn't call the dogs off.

She reckons you're hiding something.

And that appeal was the best chance she had

of getting it all out into the open. And you know something?

I've been watching you all morning and I reckon she's right.

You are hiding something, ain't ya?

Now, what is it?

Ian?!

Now, you know something and you're going to tell me what is.

Phil.

Look... It's not what you're thinking.

-You don't know what I'm thinking.

-I'm dealing with it, OK?

Listen to me, all right,

this is going to be healthier for everyone if we sort this out.

Because this is going to go one of two ways -

either I find out what it is, or the Old Bill do.

All right.

Phil, I've made a terrible mistake.

I thought we could all do with a cup of tea.

We got any biscuits? I didn't have any breakfast.

Let me do you something proper. Cheese on toast?

-No, it's all right, these'll do.

-Phil, Ian? Cheese on toast?

How the hell did Cora find out?

I don't know, do I? She must've seen something.

It doesn't matter.

-Well, I suppose if you're not getting the full valet at home...

-You what?

Mistake you made was getting caught. And you told Linda?

-She knows the truth.

-Explains a lot.

Just stop talking, will you? I've told you what happened.

So, just keep that shut.

Sorted? Has he spoken to Cora?

Yeah, you know what he's like...

What have you done?

I told him it was the truth.

So...have you packed your bags?

Or are you going to stand by your man?

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Speaking.

Oh...

What, today? What time?

I'm so sorry.

I've had such a busy day and it just completely went out of my head.

You've been really brave today, Peter. I know when Dennis died, I...

DENISE CONTINUES TALKING

I'm so sorry.

I completely forgot I've got an appointment with Patrick's doctor today.

Ian?

Ian...

What you doing here?

Making a vol-au-vent. What's it look like?

Oh, all right, Ian!

How, er...

How did it go?

Yeah, all right - you know.

-When's it going to be on telly, then?

-Right, off you go.

-I'm having lunch!

-Well, go and have it then. Go on.

Well?

The night...

The night Lucy went missing, I was...

I was with a prostitute.

Patrick's doctor's going to fit me in this afternoon.

Phil ain't answering.

They've probably just gone somewhere to talk.

Phil's been good like that.

I'll wait for Ian.

He was supposed to be coming with me.

I dunno where he's gone.

So... Cindy was telling the truth?

You weren't at the restaurant that night?

Does Denise know about this?

Do you think she'd still be with me?

So what exactly are you sweating about?

It's...got messy. And Mick's involved now and...

That's not even the bad bit.

PHONE RINGS

It's Denise - I'd better take that.

PANS CLATTER LOUDLY

-L...

-Why'd you tell him it was true?!

Because he kept asking and he kept pushing me

and to be honest with you, I just wanted to shut his mouth.

-I don't get it.

-Listen, he just keeps picking at scabs until they bleed.

No, I mean, I don't get why we're still doing this. For Ian Beale?

-Because...it's the right thing to do.

-Lying?

We just front it out. We fall off the bike, we get back on it.

Well, if you don't get on the bike in the first place...

L, L, please, I can't do this without you...

-I just, I can't...

-Just for me.

Forget about the old man.

We'll get this drinks promo thing right, it'll blow over. I promise.

-Someone needs to take Lady Di for a walk!

-I'll go...

I'm going this way actually...

I'd...

I'd fallen out with Lucy.

Me and Denise, we were...

..and the one person who I thought would understand was with Masood.

Right. And?

I don't know what I was thinking.

No, actually, that's a lie.

I do know what I was thinking. I was thinking, "Stuff the lot of you."

So I thought I'd just get in the car and just drive.

Right.

Open road in front of me.

And I chose the A12.

And that's where I pulled over.

And?

It was Tanya's sister...

..Rainie.

Hello, girls.

Two for one, tonight, in the Vic, all right?

Make sure you're there. Don't be shy.

Here you go, sunshine. You out tonight? You're looking well...

There you go... two for one at the Vic.

Two for one at the Vic, Les?

-Two drinks for the price of one.

-Pam...

-Yes?

Can we do something here? Can we help out?

Oh, yeah. Yes. Linda...give me a load.

-I can give one out with every bouquet.

-Oh, bless you, darling. Thank you.

You're welcome. You all right?

Yeah.

Oh, you good girl.

And, for the record, we don't hold with gossip.

Thank you.

Salmon hanging out of your mouth...

I'll just wait for you in the cafe, yeah?

-Can I give you a piece of advice?

-No.

When a man isn't being properly serviced by his missus...

What? How dare you?!

If you actually care about this family, give these out.

I'll rephrase that - don't bother coming back until you have.

There you go, my little darling. I'm just going to plot them now, OK?

Two for one in the Vic tonight. If you do...

Oi, Fats, oi. What, you blanking me?

What? Me? No, man! No, why would I?

I dunno, you tell me. I mean, you just walked past me.

-No, no, I was in my own world.

-Well, all it is, I just didn't want you to miss out

on a blinding night at The Vic tonight. So it's two for one. Here.

-All right. Nice, I'll be there.

-See you in there.

-Thanks.

-All right, good man.

-Fats.

-What's going on?

Marie, can I get a bacon roll, please?

-Course you can.

-Thank you. Mick, you all right?

Yeah, I'm sweet as. Why wouldn't I be?

-No reason.

-Listen, two for one in the Vic tonight.

Couldn't do me a favour and slip a few of these to your little pals, could you?

-Yeah. Yeah, don't see why not.

-Yeah.

-Mick. What's this about free drinks in the Vic?

-Lead the way, Bill... Good man.

See you later.

Stranger! How long you been here?

Well, this is my fourth coffee.

It's actually making me feel quite dizzy.

-Why don't you drink something else, then?

-I'm too stressed.

What, from doing nothing?!

I can't believe you just said that. Jay, our lives are in limbo until I get my results.

So I don't know about you, but, yeah, I'm actually finding it quite a struggle.

Well, why don't we go over the Vic tonight, then?

What, that's your solution? The Vic?

Just thinking it'll take your mind off it.

Plus, since I've got these...

Get some practice in, ready for the student life.

You know what? It wasn't even about the sex.

I just thought it was a moment in my life when I could take control.

It was...

It was definitely Rainie?

Yep.

She saw me, she came over to the car and we...

We were just talking.

-Next minute, she was in the car.

-She... She still using?

I dunno. Phil, it was only the once.

Yeah. Yeah, probably, seeing as she's...

Ugh.

What...?

-She's blackmailing me.

-She's what?

She's threatening to go to the police and tell them

I was with her, and not at the restaurant, the night Lucy died.

I know. I'm an idiot.

The police find that out, they'll wonder what else I'm hiding,

and then there's Denise...

I mean, I can't even think about that.

So, Mick knows you've seen her - who else?

No-one. Yet. Well, Patrick.

But he's... He's had a stroke, he can't talk.

So what you going to do?

I don't know.

I just need this to go away.

Yeah.

Yeah, you do.

Scissor cut, but the machine finish gives it an edge. Lovely.

You can settle up with Verona over here...

All right, Grandad?

Hoxton Fin, is it?

-You what?

-Never mind. So who died, then?

Well, it'll be me if I don't put my feet up for a minute.

-Er - I've got a booking.

-And I've got a bunion, but that don't stop Linda.

Making me give all these out before I can come home.

-You what?

-Where's your bin?

What they giving these out for? Bit desperate, isn't it?

No-one's coming to the Vic. Not since Cora's little outburst.

It's not true though, is it?

Is it?

I'm sworn to secrecy.

You're joking!

Sorry, love, take a seat. Right, up, you.

You didn't hear it from me, all right?

It was Linda that asked you to give these out?

There you are!

The others have just popped out.

I said I'd wait.

Yeah, I just needed to get some air.

Everything all right?

Yeah, I was... Where's Denise?

-Hospital.

-Oh!

Shall we...?

No. We're not leaving him on his own.

Dad, don't let them grind you down.

I've given them all out, like you said.

Oh, you all right?

I need a drink. All that pounding the streets.

Stout'll do.

L, go and get the old boy a bottle of water, please.

There's a tap upstairs. Mick, get your dad out of my sight.

Nance. Go and get rid of him.

Come on, old man.

Hello, Grandad.

Sweetcorn, broccoli, raw vegetables.

-Brought back-up with me.

-You're a top man. What you having?

We'll get a couple of bottles of vino blanco, please.

-Thanks.

-Nah, you're welcome. Any time you need me, I'm there.

Seeing her there on the screen...

..just walking around like normal.

I mean, she had no idea what was about to happen...

Should we go somewhere?

You know, it's not good just to sit around all day.

We could go for a drink. Or anything you want to do.

No, I just want a quiet one.

It's early. Everywhere's going to be empty. And it'll be good for you.

Come on, just me and you...

Right, I'll get these in, then.

Told you it'd be all right.

Oh, clear them empties, Nance. We need some highballs.

Yeah, that's really mature.

-Shut up.

-Oi. Oi. Behave.

So, you all enjoying your night?

I am now.

Give it a rest.

Sorry, I didn't realise it'd be so packed.

Come on, we can just go if you want.

Oh, we're here now.

-All right, mate.

-All right, mate.

-How'd it go?

Yeah, surreal. Right circus.

Yeah. Do you want some drinks?

-Yeah.

-Yeah, pint please, mate.

-Yeah.

Where'd you go this morning? I turned round to look for you but...

Yeah, I know.

I dunno, I thought maybe you wanted to be with just your family.

-It is so obvious now. He's doing it again!

-What is?

-Dean. He keeps looking at Lauren.

-No, he doesn't.

-Oh, seriously?

-Yeah, he's into you, he really is.

-No, he's not!

-Oh, shut up, Lauren, he so is!

Ah, is it, Lauren?

-Just ignore them.

-I'll tell you what, right.

I'm going to count to ten, and if he looks over here, then Whit is so right.

-And...you have to go and chat him up!

-What?

One,

two,

three...

THEY SCREAM

-I told you!

-Well, go on, then, Lauren. He's waiting.

-Get your coat...you've pulled.

-Yeah, I think you should totally go for it, you know.

-What do you think, Peter?

-I can't do this.

Just after today. I think I'm just going to head.

Peter, I'm so sorry, I didn't think.

Yeah, I'm sorry too.

Yeah, well, it's not your fault. I just reckon I should be with my dad.

Peter! Pete! What was that?

I told you I wanted a quiet one.

All right, look.

The kids are out, all right? Pops ain't there, it's just going to be quiet.

Just come home and it's going to be... Peter, what's wrong with you?

What do you think?

Go on!

-Hey.

-Whassup?

Whassup...!

See...it's all right, ain't it?

Sorry I doubted you.

On-off on-off.

These two are like a couple of teenagers.

-That has put me off my crisps.

-Oi!

-Right. That's us.

-You off?

News is on in a minute. And we want to pay our respects, you know, to Ian.

Course! The appeal.

Don't... Er, why don't you... watch it here?

Oh.

Are you sure?

Yeah! Yeah, we could bring the TV down - couldn't we, Mick?

-Like when we watched the market protest.

-Mum, don't you think it's a bit...?

-Well, I mean, if you don't mind.

-No, course we don't... No, it'll be good...

I dunno, L, I dunno if this feels right, you know.

What, and an empty pub does?

No, it'll be good to support Ian. As a community.

Won't it, Mick?

Well, that's very thoughtful of you. Same again then, Mick.

Right, all I need is a strong pair of hands.

You looking for me?

I meant to say, what you're doing for Ian...

What about it?

I'm proud of you.

Yeah?

Yeah, really, you surprise me. I'm proud.

How proud?

PHONE RINGS

Oops...

Look, I've told you before I don't have PPI insurance. Thank you.

Can you believe that?

Right, you take that...

You got it?

Yeah. Told you things'd be all right, didn't I?

It's buzzing down there.

You got the cables?

Grandad told me. About Mick.

What he did is true...

Why does that not surprise me?

If it is...he doesn't deserve you.

-He does.

-What, treating you like that?

A woman like you deserves to be appreciated.

-I don't know what you're playing at but...

-Everything all right?

-Yep.

It's just the old... the old time's ticking.

Yeah, well, it's a good job you came, then, ain't it?

Anyway, thanks, for everything.

You know where we are, yeah?

-Yeah, I do.

-OK.

Right, I'm just going to go and check on the Albert. You go ahead.

You seen this?

They're going to nick half our trade.

-Jay, I don't feel right.

-Good. Then my work here is done.

Next stop uni, eh? There you go...

-Are you drunk?

-No!

-Abs, you are hilarious.

Oi, you do know Dean's my cousin, don't you?

Yeah, so? He's not my boyfriend.

-Who's not?

-That's enough, darling, come here, baby, let's leave it.

-What did she say to you?

-Nothing.

Go and stand next to your brother.

Yeah, Mum...

Right! Ladies and gents!

I know a lot of us are thinking of Ian and his family tonight

and some of you want to get back to catch the news.

So Mick and me, we'd like to invite those of you that want to stay

to...support Ian as a community.

'..have appealed for witnesses to come forward.

'At a press conference earlier this week,

'her father, Ian Beale, made this plea.

'Lucy was my little girl.

'She had her whole life in front of her.

'She would have fallen in love.

'Got married.

'Had kids.

'I told Lucy....'

What are those three little words you have to say to me?

I love you?

"You were right."

'CCTV footage from the bus has been released by police,

'in the hope that it might prompt new information to come to light.'

Do you think it could be one of them?

-Jay?

-What...?

-Well, what do you think?

-About what?

'Although cocaine was found in Miss Beale's home,

-'police have not confirmed whether the murder was drug related.'

-You all right, Bill?

Yeah, yeah! Never realised she was on the gear.

What's this? What is this? This pub entertainment, is it?!

Watching a man grieve over his dead daughter?!

-No! No, Phil, we want to support Ian.

-Just switch it off, all right?

You want to watch this, go home and watch it.

Go on, go home, out, the lot of you... Sling your hooks!

Go on, out! Should be ashamed of yourselves.

-Yeah, we were going anyway.

-What are you going on about?

Sitting here drinkin', watching Ian crying his eyes out?

-Well, I hope you made plenty of money.

-Pipe down, Phil, you're out of order.

What, you going to take the moral high ground, are you?

-The man with a soft spot for brasses?

-I said, pipe down!

-Yeah?

-Yeah, you've chucked your two bob's worth in. Now get out!

Don't push me, Phil.

Phil!

Giving out half-price drinks, then showing that like entertainment.

-It's sick.

-Yeah, I know. But I'm sure they didn't mean anything by it.

Look, why don't you go home, run us a nice bath?

Then I'll pop to the Albert and come and join you in a bit.

-All right.

-All right, sweet.

What was that?

Oh, my God, that was mental!

You know what, I've always said it -

put a cowboy hat on Phil Mitchell and you have got John Wayne.

So what are yous lot on now?

Probably just call it a day, yeah.

-Yeah, me too. Jay?

-Sorry, what?

I'll catch you up, yeah?

All right.

What is it, Jay?

Nothing.

Well, you just seem a bit...

I dunno, just a bit...

I'm all right.

It's just you going off to uni and that, you know.

Jay, I don't even know if I've got in yet.

And we're not going to stop seeing each other.

We'll make it work, yeah? So you don't need to worry.

-You all right?

-Sorry. Yeah, sorry.

Lauren!

You all right?

Sorry about the phone call - I've been with Phil all day.

Oh. Any threatening behaviour I need to know about?

What? No, no, no. He's been brilliant.

We've been helping a friend.

So, do you still want to go ahead?

Absolutely.

Right. Well, if you'd like to look at the amended spreadsheet...

Shall we take this over to Ian's? He might want it.

What? He takes priority in this family now, doesn't he?

-Of course he doesn't.

-Oh, really?

Then why have I been humiliating myself all day to protect him?

-I know it isn't easy, but we've got to...

-Ride it out?

Did we actually make any profit tonight?

Did you not just watch him on the telly? I can't do this to him. It'll ruin him.

-Oh, but you don't mind ruining your own family?!

-Mum, the punters!

What punters? There are no punters! Your dad's seen them off!

Oi, what's happened now?

Ask your dad! No, no, actually don't.

I can't listen to any more. I've got an 'eadache.

Take it somewhere else. Go on, clear off, the lot of you.

I just don't get why you keep arguing...

Oh, there it is.

I've missed half the athletics.

Just don't worry. It's between me and your mum, all right?

She's got the decorators in.

Filth! She's finding it hard.

She's an incredible woman and people are thinking less of her cos of this, you know, this lie...

It IS actually a lie, isn't it, Pop?

Don't you start.

Lies break families, Mick. Mine did.

So don't.

PHONE BLEEPS

Look, I'm really sorry.

About earlier.

-I was bang out of order.

-Least of my problems.

So you forgive me?

I forgive you.

Mick is a lucky, lucky man.

It's chucking out time, I'm afraid.

-PHIL:

-Jay!

Shift it - I want to close up early.

I thought I was just making a statement.

I mean, how did that reporter know about the drugs?

I'm sorry, Ian. Sometimes things... They just leak out.

Well, why didn't someone stop her? She was ripping Lucy to pieces.

I know and I'm sorry.

But we've had a lot of responses.

It's put the case right back in the public eye.