16/05/2014 EastEnders Omnibus

DOOR OPENS

I've just clocked off.

I thought I'd pop in and see you before I head home.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Ain't got any hot water at the flat.

You seen this?

No. Why, what's happened now?

Have a butcher's.

Gets messier by the week.

Can't help wondering who else is caught up in this.

Wait. Lola said all this?

Silly girl. Still... everyone's got their price.

Poor Peter.

It's all lies. I never said any of that stuff, you know.

I told you not to go anywhere near this, didn't I?

Yes, I know. But I only said school drop-out to businesswoman.

They love all that stuff, don't they?

And that's all you said?

-Well...

-Lo...

All right, I might've said that she likes a drink.

But only to show 'em how well she's done with her businesses and that.

I can't believe this.

I was only trying to help Peter.

Well, now you've made things ten times worse, ain't ya?!

What am I going to tell him, Pops?

DOOR OPENS

-I'll see you later, yeah?

-Yeah.

Can you put that away for me?

Yep.

You better think of something sharpish.

So let me get this straight. You went to my station?

Well, I know what you boys are like. No time for sustenance.

What did they say?

They said they'd never heard of you.

Well, can you blame them?

You could've been anyone.

I welcome you into my house...

-This is madness.

-And what do you do? You lie through your teeth.

How many times? I am not lying.

Who are you?

I'm Detective Constable Charlie Cotton.

I don't believe you.

Please. You've got to listen to me...

No. No, I'm done listening and I'm done with your lies.

Go on, get out!

All my life I've been taken for a fool.

Well, not no more. Go on.

Go.

Are you eating again?

Growing boy, ain't I?

MUSIC: "Misty Blue" by Dorothy Moore

This is a song, ain't it?

Summer of '76 if I remember rightly.

Me and you in my mum's front room.

We'd bunked off school.

Probably. Come here.

You are so embarrassing.

It's called being in love, darling.

TEXT MESSAGE ALERT

Aren't you going to get that?

It's just probably someone trying to sell me insurance.

All right, Liam? Do you want me to take you to school today?

I've got to go that way to see a man about a motor.

-Nah. You're all right.

-You're always moaning about getting the bus.

I just don't want a lift, all right!

-What was all that about?

-TEXT MESSAGE ALERT

Search me.

Someone's popular.

Um, why don't you and Sonia take your mum up town today?

Buy her something nice to wear for the wedding.

-She's just come out the hospital.

-I'm fine. Honestly.

There y'are. Tina and Kat can cover, can't they?

Uh-uh, we can't.

Yes, you can. Take it.

I want you to make sure she don't come back without anything to wear.

All right?

Bacon flavour. Ta-ra.

Come on then. 'Fess up.

What're you talking about?

I'm more of a dog person myself.

Not guilty.

Is this one of Roxy's?

I like to think she has a bit more style.

What is it?

It's a cat.

Jake...

I wouldn't bother. He didn't come home last night.

SHE LAUGHS

See you later.

Hardly the World Cup, is it?

Eurovision's always been me and Johnny's thing.

Winds me up, all that Eurovision.

1997. Katrina And The Waves.

Do you remember I let Johnny stay up and watch it?

Remember it? Me and Nancy had to go

and watch Match Of The Day in your mother's bedroom.

I see that Lucy Beale's in the paper again. Look.

Poor girl. They any closer to finding who did it yet?

Don't look like it.

Mind if I pop up and see the invalid?

Yeah. Knock yourself out.

If he gives you any grief you just give him a quick slap, all right?

What if we know him, Mick?

Don't be so stupid.

He could be out there on that market and we're none the wiser.

Here, what was that...that song?

The one where the treacles ripped their little skirts off?

Bucks Fizz. Making Your Mind Up.

-Winner in 1981.

-Ah.

MUSIC: "Making Your Mind Up" by Bucks Fizz

SHE KNOCKS ON DOOR

What're you doing here?

You want to open that window. Get some fresh air in.

Don't fuss, woman.

Right. Stew in your own juices for all I care.

Oh, come on.

I got you a little present. To thank you for the loan.

I wish I hadn't bothered now.

Got myself a nice little flat across the square.

I would have said, pop in...

HE LAUGHS

You wily old goat!

Is this you, Shirley Carter, ramming coins in?

What you going on about?

Vandals, the lot of you. Sometimes I wonder why I bother.

Don't have a pop at me, Dot.

I'm only here because Linda's machine's broken down.

If it's a service wash you're after you'll have to come back tomorrow.

I'm involved in an investigation at work which requires me

to use an alias.

For all intents and purposes Charlie Cotton doesn't exist.

For the time being, at least.

That's as much as I can tell you.

Don't mind me. I'm just rinsing my smalls.

Mr Papadopoulos, he don't pay me to stand around gossiping.

Listen. You can call my boss if you don't believe me.

I could've sworn I had my mobile.

It doesn't matter what I say, does it?

You've made your mind up.

I'll put the kettle on, shall I?

When you've done that...

you can help me work this here contraption.

Here you go.

-Have you seen Jake?

-No, not since last night. Are you and him...?

-No.

-You could do a lot worse, you know. He's a nice bloke.

Talk of the devil.

I'm sorry I'm late, Teen.

I had a few things I needed to sort out.

TEXT MESSAGE ALERT

Anyone would think you was trying to ignore me.

This has got to stop. How many more times?

All right, David?

Sonia. Ain't you going up town with your mum?

I'm on my way now.

Oh, sorry. This is Terry's ex, Nikki.

Nikki, Sonia. Bianca's sister.

You all right?

See ya.

Right. Max'll be wondering where I am.

TEXT MESSAGE ALERT

Ian...

Have you seen this?

Seen what?

OK, let's not go jumping to any conclusions.

How can she say all these things?

You got any idea how hard it is to see her name dragged

through the mud?

If I were you, I'd go for the full English. I cook it myself

-so if you don't like it you can have your money back.

-OK, fine.

Lauren.

I just wanted to say thank you for not going to the police.

My head was all over the place last time I saw you.

You know me, better than anyone.

You know I could never do anything to hurt her.

I'm going to go.

'You've reached DC Summerhayes. Leave a message.'

It's Lauren Branning.

I came in on Friday and made a statement about Jake Stone.

I just... I was just wondering what's happening.

You're not exactly sitting on a fortune,

are you, in that house of yours? I mean, what've you got?

A couple of old prayer books and a funny old tea set.

That's Royal Albert. That was left to me by my Auntie Gwen.

Either way. It's not worth pretending to be a copper for.

MOBILE RINGS

How do we stop that?

Here.

What do you want this for?

I want to send one of those text letters, you know what the

young 'uns send all the time.

Who to?

Charlie's ma.

Dorothy Branning, you little minx.

And what exactly do you want to say in this text message?

I want to ask her if she'll meet me at my house, this afternoon, at 3pm.

And then put the address.

You sure about this?

I've got to know the truth, Shirley.

What if he isn't your grandson?

We'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

Done.

How d'you find her number?

It was under "M" for "Ma mobile", Dot.

Don't need to be a detective to work that one out.

So what do we do now?

We wait.

What for?

Until she texts back.

All this stress. I can feel it getting to my head.

I can feel one of my migraines coming on.

I know what you need...

I shouldn't, really. Are they menthol?

Yeah.

Oh, right, I've never had these.

-There you are.

-Ta.

TEXT MESSAGE ALERT Oh, I don't think I like this.

-Well, put it out then.

-You can have it...

She's text back.

What's she say?

You're about to meet your daughter-in-law.

Do you think they're all right up there?

How do you mean?

Well, that Cora, she's got a bit of a naughty look about her...

I feel sick.

And what with the old man's moody heart...

Oh, will you stop talking about your dad having sex?

Usual please, Lin.

-Spending your ill-gotten gains?

-Come again?

That granddaughter of yours.

Making money off the back of that poor girl.

She never said half that stuff. They stitched her up.

It's Ian I feel sorry for. Having his daughter's memory soiled...

Well, at least it takes the heat off your boy, eh?

-I beg your pardon?

-L...

No, no. If he's got something to say...

Billy's just upset. He didn't meant nothing by it. Did you, Bill?

No. Sorry.

It's true, though. I see 'em all out there pointing the finger.

Let them point. Our boy's done nothing wrong.

You try telling that to the likes of Billy Mitchell.

HOOTER BLARES

What's that?!

THEY LAUGH

What're you doing? Give us that here!

HOOTER BLARES

Mick!

Three hours I've been up here.

Not a peep out of any of you.

It'd serve you right if I'd been dead on the floor.

Chance'd be a fine thing.

Don't you think one foghorn's enough in this gaff?

Are you talking about me?!

I can't leave you two alone for a minute, can I?

Right, downstairs, the pair of you, where I can keep an eye on you.

I need to talk to you. It's important.

Before you say anything. I want to say I'm sorry.

For what I said.

-All that stuff with Mr Jones. It just threw me.

-I know, it's fine.

-It's fine.

-No, it's not. It was unforgivable.

Just forget about that. Forget about that and just listen to me...

Please, will you just hear me out?

After what they were saying about Lucy,

I just thought someone should tell them the truth about her, you know?

And then they started twisting everything I was saying into lies...

How much?

-What?

-How much is my sister worth?

Go on. Tell me.

300.

No. Look, I was going to use the money to take you on holiday

to get you away from all of this for a bit.

Don't you dare pretend you did this for us.

Peter, please.

Do you know how hard it is for my dad just to get

out of bed in the morning?

He's had his heart ripped out, Lola.

And you're there just stamping all over it.

But I can explain to him, I was trying to...

No. You don't go anywhere near him. Do you understand?

Is there something else?

She never meant to hurt you. You do know that, don't you?

I don't want to talk about it.

She just got a little bit carried away.

Are we done here? Cos I've got customers.

I ain't got nothing in.

And my best china ain't been washed for weeks.

I dread to think what she'll think of this place.

She'll think it's a pig sty.

It doesn't matter what she thinks, Dot.

You need to know the truth.

Yes, you're right. I need answers.

I wasn't expecting company.

Don't worry. I ain't stopping.

That's a shame. I've just run a bubble bath.

Nikki, listen, darling. These texts, they've got to stop. All right?

In fact, I'd prefer it if you stayed away from me completely.

I love it when you get cross.

Not for me. It was only one little kiss we had.

It was more than that and you know it.

I love Carol.

Listen. I understand that you're childhood sweethearts.

But let's be honest. She is punching above her weight.

-Hey, hey, hey...

-There you are, the flashy car dealer.

And there she is trudging down Bridge Street with her freezer shop.

Yeah, and I love her. She's a damn good woman.

So is my mum.

Doesn't mean that I want to spend the rest of my life with her.

You ain't got the first idea, OK?

What she's put up with all this year?

I'm telling you, that woman has more guts

and more determination than you or I put together.

You see?

I said me and you were cut from the same cloth.

You're missing the point.

Oh, come on, David. We both know what you really want.

And what's that?

Stay away from me... And stay away from my family.

Do you understand?

All the way to Stratford and we've come back completely empty-handed.

Did you see the price of that dress?

It cost more than my whole wardrobe put together.

-It's all right, Dad's paying.

-That's not the point, darling.

There's more to a wedding than a nice frock.

-She's still entitled to spoil herself.

-Course she is.

Perhaps we ought to send her, you know, another one of them

text letters.

Say there's been some dreadful mix-up.

KNOCK AT DOOR

You stay here. I'll get that.

You must be Yvonne.

That's right.

-Where's Charlie?

-You better come in.

Go straight through.

Yvonne. This is Dot.

So, you're the famous Dot?

It's good to have a face to put to the name.

So where is he then?

Charlie? He ain't coming.

In fact, he don't know you're here.

DOORBELL RINGS

We need to speak with Jake Stone.

He's not in. Sorry.

We'd rather wait, if that's all the same with you.

How you doing, Mick, all right? Just an orange juice, please.

And whatever Lauren wants.

Lauren?

No, I'm not having nothing.

HE CLEARS THROAT

I see it didn't take you long to find a replacement.

Stan. Have you met Patrick? The gentleman who made me homeless.

Pull up a chair and join us.

I'd rather sit with my friends.

Have you seen the paper?

Nest of vipers, the lot of 'em.

Stan reckons the cops are hiding something.

What was that about the cops?

There's more to it than they make out. You mark my words.

-Meaning what exactly?

-Not while there are ladies present.

You don't mean that she was...?

Oi, do you mind? This is Lauren's best mate we're talking about.

What about this fella they say she was knocking off on the side?

Not now, Stan.

They say he's local. So my guess is he lives around here.

It's all just gossip to you, ain't it? A girl died, you know.

I can't do this.

Lauren...

What do you think this is, a game of Cluedo?

All right, Lauren?

Jake's agreed to stay at the cafe for a few weeks.

-Any time.

-You've really done us a favour, mate.

Anything I can do to help just let me know, yeah?

-Get away from him.

-Lauren?

Get away from him. Can you not hear me?! Get away from him!

Lauren? Lauren, what's the matter? Just calm down, will you?

What's the matter?

So which one of you two ladies stole my son's phone?

I'm afraid it were me. And I expect you're wondering why.

It did cross my mind, yes.

Cos I have to know.

Know what?

-Who is he...?

-I'm sorry. You've lost me.

-Charlie.

-Who is he?

He's my son. He's your grandson. Why are you even asking me this?

How did you meet Nick?

Would someone like to tell me what's going on?

Why don't you just answer the question?

How did you meet Nick?

Right...he was fresh out of borstal. And me...

I was too daft to know any better.

All my friends thought he looked like Joe Strummer.

Who?

-From The Clash.

-Oh.

Look, it doesn't matter.

So why hasn't Dot ever met you?

They'd had a falling out apparently.

He said it was something to do with a family allowance book.

Look, is Charlie Nick's son?

Yes! He was a happy accident.

We got married, but Nick couldn't settle down.

And since then it's just been me and Charlie.

It's always just been me and him...

until you came along, that is.

You know what?

I have better things to do than sit around being interrogated.

Please...

And I'll tell you another thing...

Charlie hasn't stopped talking about you since Nick's funeral.

But it seems you're not the sweet little lady he thinks you are.

No. Please? Don't go.

What's happened?

They want to speak to Jake.

-What about?

-I don't know. They won't tell me anything.

Oi. You can't come in here without a warrant.

We just want to ask Mr Stone a few questions, that's all.

Do you know what this is?

This is a violation of our human rights.

It's all right, Tina.

I've got nothing to hide.

I'm not saying Charlie's perfect. But he's a good boy at heart.

So he really is a police officer?

I hope so.

Otherwise I'd like to know what else he's been doing

for the past ten years.

When did you last see my Nick?

Over 30 years ago.

He might have had his demons. But deep down...

there was something good.

DOOR OPENS

Grandma?

In here.

Right. Out, you lot. I'm doing the cooking tonight.

-Since when?

-Since when do I need a reason to spoil my beautiful fiancee?

Right then. Where's your outfit?

We didn't get it.

-Eh? Why not?

-It was 500 quid.

And?

And it's just a waste of money.

Will you tell her?

No, I'm not. She can get married in a pair of old curtains

-for all I care and look lovely.

-Right, I'm off.

-See you later.

-Well, go on, then. Put your feet up.

I've got your favourite for afters.

-I could get used to this.

-Sonia.

Won't be long.

Start washing those, will you, mate?

What's up with you?

-I know.

-You know what?

You and Nikki. I saw you.

I can't believe you took my phone.

I'm sorry, Dot. He has his father's temper.

I'm sorry, but I just had to be sure.

How many times do I have to say it?

I'm a man of my word.

I would never lie to you.

Do forgive me.

You've got the makings of a great copper, you know that?

Let's just forget today ever happened, yeah?

Come on. I should drive you home.

I don't know what you must think of me.

Don't you worry, Dot.

I've a feeling you and me are going to get along just fine.

I've got some chops, you know...

if you'd like to pop in later.

-Seven o'clock, yeah?

-Seven o'clock.

-See you later.

-Bye. Bye, Yvonne.

Bye.

-That was a close call.

-Do you think she bought it?

Just be more careful in future.

What did you do that for?

I was going to take it back later.

It gave me a start seeing her there.

It's strong, isn't it, the family resemblance?

You did sort everything, didn't you?

It's all taken care of.

He's not going to hurt you again.

They asked me where you were Good Friday.

What did you tell them?

That I hadn't seen you. What was I supposed to say?

I want my kitchen back.

I'm going to have to ask you all to leave the flat immediately.

-You can't do this!

-This is now a crime scene.

We've got rights too, you know.

Just do what the officer says.

Jake Stone.

I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Lucy Beale...

I've done nothing wrong.

You don't have to say anything, anything you do say may be

taken down and used against you as evidence in a court of law.

Are you all right?

What was all that about before?

Peter, you just need to stay away from Jake.

POLICE SIRENS BLARE I mean it.

Why? What's he done?

You know I had to confiscate a foghorn from him, don't you?

-Is that right?

-Look at him. The old dog.

Steady, Mick. Anyone would think you were enjoying having him around.

Oi. There's a load of Old Bill just pulled up outside your Tina's flat.

-Where is he?

-Peter!

Just let me in there!

What's happened?

-Teen. You all right?

-They've gone and arrested him.

Who?

It's him, Dad. He killed Lucy!

No... Come here! Come here!

-Just leave it! They've got him. They've got him.

-No!

You tell them, Lauren! You tell them I didn't do it.

You know me, Lauren. You know I could never do this.

Get off me! Tell them!

SIREN BLARES

I can't believe he was living in that flat with you.

I don't suppose they asked, "Are you a murderer?"

on the tenancy agreement.

Don't joke. He was a really nice bloke.

We used to chat all the time. He just don't seem the type.

-They never do.

-Someone give me a hand, will you?

Just because they arrested him don't mean he definitely did it.

-No, no, I think they've clearly got the right man.

-Here, Dad.

What I don't understand, right, is that she's found in the park,

but they're all over the flat, fingerprinting us.

-Anything left in the pot?

-It just don't make sense.

And acting so normal these past few weeks.

Drinking in here, me serving him, gives me the creeps.

-Are you getting your nut down here again tonight?

-That's what we're going to find out now.

Aleks is staying at Roxy's at the moment.

-See you later.

-I've got to split.

Text me what you fancy for tea.

-Yeah.

-See you later, boy.

-Laters.

You're quiet. You all right?

Yeah, fine. Just got a headache.

-What are we having for lunch?

-What did your last slave die of?

I'm nearly out of painkillers.

-Good.

-I've got a prescription.

Mick and I are off to look at paint,

-to give the outside a freshen-up.

-Then we'll go to the cash and carry.

I want to put on a little do, give people something else to think about.

I could do with a bit of fresh air myself.

Gets a bit stuffy, cooped up in here.

You know where the door is.

-I'll get you and your chair downstairs before I go.

-Thanks.

And, Shirl, try not to push him in the canal, won't ya?

Me? I'm not doing it. Nancy can do it.

I can't. I'm working the bar.

Mick, I don't mind getting the prescription,

-but I ain't taking him with me.

-It's the chemist and back.

Hardly kill you, will it?

Looks like you and me are going to have a little road trip, girl.

Apricot.

TELEVISION ON

To think he was with Lauren. Ooh! Don't bear thinking about.

Has she mentioned anything to you about what she said to the police?

Not a word. Whatever she told 'em must have been enough.

At least the murdering scum's off the streets.

I can't imagine what Ian's going through.

How much more can he take?

The blood we found in the flat...

we've matched with Lucy's DNA.

We also found the missing earring that she was wearing

the night she died.

We've been able to formally charge him.

But why? I mean, why would he do that to her?

Were they arguing? Is that why he did it?

That's what we're trying to establish.

-You think he killed her in the flat?

-Until Forensics finish,

-we can't be sure.

-How would he have been able

to move her to the common without anyone seeing?

Dragging her body out. Someone would've seen.

Was it definitely him that she met up with at that flat?

He is our only focus

and now it's about building the case against him,

his association with Lucy, the blood, using an alias

to meet up with her, and now this statement from Lauren Branning.

Has he got bail?

No. And it's unlikely he will.

Look, there's a long way to go yet, but he's in custody.

Remember - anything, any time.

My beautiful baby girl.

Why would he want to hurt her?

He was here...

..with her, with all of us.

-Why didn't I see it?!

-No, look,

none of us could have seen it. None of us.

PHONE RINGS

You all right?

Lauren, come on, babe. What's the matter?

Eh? What's the matter?

What if I've got it wrong?

-Come on.

-But I had to tell 'em, didn't I?

-Yeah, of course you did.

Peter and Ian, though, they saw him getting arrested.

I know, I know. Don't be upset.

It's all over. Come on.

If it was him, though, why would he do it?

Why?

I don't know, Lauren.

And he lied. Why would he do that?

Listen, you ain't upset about anything else, are you?

About Lucy or what she was doing?

I told them what he said.

He said he was too drunk to remember what happened

after Lucy took him home.

-Did I do the right thing?

-Yeah, of course you did.

Of course you did. I know it's upsetting, but they've got him.

OK? It's all over.

-You sure it's the one she wants?

-Yes, she loves it.

-Then get it for her.

-It's a lot of money.

-She's worth it, ain't she?

What you doing up? I thought you was off school because you was ill.

-I am.

-Right, see you later, then.

-What about lunch?

-Sorry, something's come up.

Ta-ta, darling. I've got to shift, an' all.

-Want me to find Liam something to do at the car lot?

-I'd rather stay with Nan.

He can help me eat some of the lunch that I made for everybody.

Do you really think you can buy your way out?

Liam, you've got this all wrong. Nikki tried to kiss me.

I had to go over there to tell her to back off.

Ain't you got somewhere to be?

I hope you're not too ill to eat, darling. There you go.

-Is it going to be much longer?

-Won't be long.

I never thought I'd see the day when

you was pushing me around like a baby.

Used to take you down the park, in your pram. You'd be sat up,

-taking everything in.

-Looking for an escape route, more like.

Things weren't always bad, you know.

You suffering from dementia as well?

Oi! I ain't got all day!

Peter, I've been trying to get hold of you all morning.

I've come to get some of my stuff.

What? Look, I know I messed up, all right?

I'm really, really sorry.

But you don't have to do all this. You don't have to leave.

It's not about that, Lola.

We're just all trying to get our heads around Jake being arrested.

My dad's going to need me right now.

But who's going to look after you, eh?

Just come home and I can look after you.

Please...

Please, Peter, please don't do this to me! Please!

-We just need some space.

-No! No, Peter. I love you.

I need to be with my dad. I can't do this.

Us. In this flat.

Just...not right now.

Hey, wait, where you going? Stop.

-What?!

-The bookies.

-I am not shoving you up and down the road all day.

-I'm not your nurse.

-Gordon Bennett, girl, it's only back there.

You want to go in there? Then get out and walk.

You love this, don't you?

Me sitting here, helpless.

What's the problem? You got all the power now, haven't you?

So unless you plan to push me out in front of a bus,

how about you stop moaning on and take me to the bookies?

And he's hardly said a word since the police came first thing.

You all right?

He was right under my nose.

Yeah, well... He had us all conned, didn't he?

But he didn't kill YOUR daughter.

I was, er... I was thinking, er...

about the restaurant.

I was thinking, maybe it's time to open up.

I'm sure that Ian can't deal with the worry of that right now.

I mean, they've got him now, haven't they?

They're going to be gathering evidence.

-Preparing a case against him.

-Ian can't deal with all that.

There's going to be months of it, ain't there?

I don't know if you was planning on just sitting around

waiting for it to be over, but...

Well, if you want, I'm here to help you

get your restaurant ready to reopen.

Ian, you've got to be strong. Yeah?

If not for you, then for Peter.

For your family.

Not long now.

Till what?

-The wedding.

-Don't.

Just...maybe you shouldn't be rushing it.

It's a bit late for that.

You're sure this is the right thing, yeah?

-Where's that come from?

-Sometimes, people have doubts. You don't?

-No. Me and your grandad, we go back...

-You're happy?

Of course I am. Why would you ask that, darling?

Mum... >

Ta-da!

-I don't understand.

-Dad sent me out.

-It's the dress!

-What?

-Got to make sure that Tiff

keeps her hands off it. He said,

if this is the dress you want, you should have it!

I'll take it up.

How lucky am I?

-Hold the bleedin' door open.

-I've got it. I've got it.

Oh!

Thanks.

-Mind my foot!

-Shut up moaning!

Have I really got to spend another night here?

You going to let your old dad buy you girls a drink?

Er... Actually, no, Dad. We're going to get out of here,

give you guys a bit of a break.

Oh. Looks like I'll have to drink on my own, then.

Oh, Shirl, tell Mick I ain't got a Scooby

when they're going to let us back in the flat.

Push me a bit nearer the bar, will you? My foot's killing me.

Shirley, I can't get up. I'm done in.

Sort yourself out.

Shirley!

Ready!

-Well?

-I love it.

What do you reckon, Liam?

You look great.

-See... Told you.

-Eh, don't you start!

-You'll set me off.

-Sorry. You just look amazing.

-I'm really doing it, aren't I?

-Yeah.

And he's going to make you so happy.

Ooh!

Aye, aye! Here she is.

Had a bit of luck with the ponies.

-Bit flushed, are we?

-Enough to buy a girl a drink.

Be rude to say no, then.

Oh... Throwing it away now!

-You old fraud.

-Give over!

-"Can't get up. My leg hurts."

-I'm in a lot of pain.

You don't need to be here. You know it, I know it.

And when Mick knows it, you'll be out the door.

Well, let's get some lights on, then.

Where's the switch?

Um, by the door.

Well, come on. Grab one.

Ian. I ain't doing it on my own.

Made it up the stairs, then.

I thought I'd save you the bother.

What's your problem?

You're jealous of me, aren't you?

Jealous? Why would I be jealous of you?

Me fitting in with the family.

Them accepting me, making me feel wanted.

That's because you've done such a good job of hiding

what a manipulative old scumbag you really are.

I, uh... I'll have a word with Sharon, if you like.

She could pop in and help with the opening.

I wouldn't make a big deal out of it, you know. Just do it.

You don't want the press sniffing about, do you?

Lucy chose the name 'Beale's'.

It's not though, is it? Not without her.

Ian, this is your restaurant, and it's your family business.

Yeah, but I miss her.

I miss her so much.

You know what?

They won't even let me bury her.

She's still in that place. She's just lying there.

You know what Lucy's like, she'll be cold.

I've got it all planned.

So why won't they let me have her back?

Why can't I have her? She should be here with me. I just want her back.

They're just doing their job.

They're just doing their job, that's all.

My beautiful, clever little girl. Why did he do it?

I don't know, Ian. You've just got to find a way to keep going.

What, you think I should in there, cooking food for people,

while she's not here?

None of it, nothing...matters. It's pointless.

So what are you going to do, eh? Just let the place go?

-Just crumble and give it all up?

-No. I've lost everything.

-Bobby. Jane.

-All the more reason to focus on this place.

Not to just curl up and go into a ball.

My beautiful little girl hated me.

-That's not true.

-No, it is.

I just want to hold her in my arms.

Tell her I'm sorry. Tell her how much I loved her.

-Ian, she would've known that.

-No, she didn't, Phil.

-She hated me, and she's gone now.

-No, she just would've said things

-to lash out, to try and hurt you.

-No. My little girl. She hated me.

-Ian, you've got to stop this. Stop it!

-Phil, you do not know...

Oh, this hurts...

..so much.

It... It just won't stop.

Which is why you've got to concentrate on now,

and think about living.

I have hated you most of my life

and I hope to God you never have to feel how I am feeling now.

You have got the one thing I will never have.

You have got a chance to put things right with Ben.

I'll never have that with Lucy.

I am going to wake up every day for the rest of my life

knowing that my girl hated me.

So, please, Phil...

just go.

Please. Just go.

-I've been getting these calls.

-Who from?

Just people saying that they want flats.

But I think they're just snooping about Lucy.

And I don't think I can do this any more.

You don't have to do anything today.

No, I mean any of it.

I mean the business. LB Lettings.

I think I should just close it down.

-You're being stupid.

-Three weeks, Mick said,

and here you are, hanging about like a bad stench.

-You know I can hear you two downstairs?

-Don't worry.

They'll get the full floor show when I drag him through the Vic.

That's about your level, isn't it, bullying an old man?

-She's chucking me out.

-Why?

-Ask your mad aunt.

-No. Look,

can we not just leave this till Dad gets back, please?

Oh, so he can play the injured old man?

-He's got you lot wrapped round his little finger.

-You can't just chuck him out.

-Watch me!

You clocking this, Nancy, what she's doing?

What she always does, chasing people away.

Or turning her back on them.

You messed your family up and you can't bear the thought that

I might get a second chance with...

Cushion!

Shirley, cushion, there. Put it under her head.

She mustn't knock her head.

Good. Now, move this.

That's it.

-What do we do now?

-We leave her be.

Shh. Shh. It's all right, Nance.

It's all right, girl.

It's OK, girl. Shh.

Just tell Ritchie I called, will you?

It's about trying to get Ben to send me a visitor's order...

Yeah. Yeah, if you would.

-That's supposed to be done and gone.

-The bloke's on his way now.

Well, get a move on, will you? I'm waiting to lock up.

That's it, that's the way. Turn her over.

Make sure she can breathe properly.

A couple of minutes, Nance.

How do you know all this?

When you're as old as I am, you get to see things.

-First time I've ever seen it.

-Can be scary stuff,

till you know what's what.

All I could think about was Jimbo.

I know you don't think you're capable of being a good mum,

but what you just done for this girl...

Why ain't no-one in the boozer?

-Nancy!

-She's had a fit.

It's all right, it's all right.

Everything's good.

-Did she knock herself?

-No, no, it was fine.

I was next to useless, if it hadn't been for Shirley here...

She moved the furniture, got her comfy. She was terrific.

-Mum.

-It's OK, darling, I'm here.

Thanks, Shirl.

-I'm home.

-You're in big trouble!

Why didn't you tell me what you were up to?

-What...?

-I love it. Thank you!

-Oh, the dress? Good.

-Ooh!

-Is it the one you wanted?

-Oh, it's perfect.

-Good.

-And because you've been so good, I've made you some steak.

-Ah!

I'll have to treat you more often.

-You swear there's nothing going on?

-Liam, how many more times?

She's a nuisance and I've dealt with it.

-All right, I won't say anything, then.

-Thank you.

Not for you, though. For Nan.

She's so happy. She really does love you.

Yeah. I love her. You know I do.

So don't mess it up, then.

You're doing the right thing. Good boy.

Oh, that smells lovely.

Yeah? Look at that! Big casserole.

Oh, you angel!

-You don't have to sleep, just rest for a bit.

-I'm fine, Mum.

No, baby, come on, come on. Do as your mum says.

Good girl.

Thanks for, um, being there for her.

I know I messed up.

Every miserable day, I think of the time...

I was a drunk, Shirl.

That's what I was.

It don't excuse it, but...

but you know what it's like.

You and me, girl,

we're more alike than either of us would dare to admit.

And we both need a second chance.

You can stay. But let's get one thing straight...

I'm nothing like you.

Despite all that's happened, I've never stopped loving you.

You know that.

Yeah... That favour you owe me...

I just feel like this was Lucy's thing. It isn't me.

Look, if you want to give it up, then just do it.

Lucy wouldn't want you stuck with all this. She'd understand.

-I just feel like I'm letting her down.

-No.

No, you've been landed with all this,

-and after everything you've been through...

-Me? What about you?

I'm fine.

Peter, we go back a long way. You don't have to pretend with me.

Me and Lola, we're, um...

We're taking a bit of a break.

Oh. I'm sorry.

It's just all that stuff with the paper.

I'm needed back at home.

So I'm just trying to do the right thing for everyone.

I know.

My dad's just...

What if this makes him ill again?

No. That's not going to happen.

He's got you, hasn't he?

-And Denise...

-Yeah, but he had Lucy last time.

She's always been his favourite.

She did everything.

What if I can't get him through this?

What if...I'm not enough?

He loves you so much.

He loved Lucy more.

Stop.

Stop it. OK? You, you're his son.

You mean everything to him.

And you need each other more than anything right now.

-Oh, hello, Ritchie.

-Hiya, Jay.

Thanks.

Ritchie... What're you doing here?

My office passed on your message and I was in the area.

Have you got hold of Ben? Is he sorting out a visiting order?

No. I'm sorry.

-Why not?

-Because Ben was released from prison over a month ago.

How's she doing?

-Still sleeping.

-You know what she's like.

-She'll be all right in a minute.

-What's the problem?

-Nancy had a fit.

-Families, eh?

-Ha-ha!

It's never too late to put things right.

Maybe not for you.

Nor you.

Anyone going to buy me a drink?

Dean.

Now, you must be my uncle Mick and aunt Linda.

Dean!

-Bit bigger than when I last saw you.

-Yeah, well, 15 years will do that.

-I'm Johnny.

-All right?

Carters behind the bar in the Vic - it's a sight for sore eyes.

Who's got their phone? We should capture the moment.

A family reunion.

I'm sorry. I just, erm...

It's OK.

No, I shouldn't... I shouldn't have done that.

That was stupid.

You know, you're going through so much.

No, I'm sorry.

Stop saying sorry.

OK? We're just...

We're both just trying to cope.

And you're upset.

I understand.

Dean, let me get you a drink.

Mick, get him a drink, please.

Lager? No, vodka and coke.

-Yeah, vodka and coke, yeah?

-I tell you what...

It's great to finally meet yous.

And us you.

Let me get you that drink.

A vodka-coke, yeah?

No. No, I don't drink vodka any more.

I've seen what it does to people.

I'll have a lager.

Actually, Mick, make that a top.

Grandad's told me a little bit about you, but not a lot.

Yeah. He ain't said much about you either.

-It's funny that.

-So, are you going to stay?

-We could make you a bed up somewhere.

-Yeah.

-You could go in with Johnny or something.

-Yeah, no worries.

Thank you, but it's a flying visit.

I hear you're the brains of the family.

-Oh, I don't know about that!

-University's a big deal.

Must get that from your side.

He works hard!

Why don't you both go upstairs?

We'll take our drinks with us, yeah?

Yeah, you and your mum, you must have a lot to talk about.

Mum?

I don't have a mum.

When I phoned to see if I could get Ben to sort a visiting order

they told me he was paroled to a halfway house.

Well, where is it?

They don't have to say. All I managed to get from them

is it's in London.

Ritchie?

I'll let you know if I hear anything.

What did she want?

Nothing.

Peter, it's me.

I get it.

It's just been really crazy.

It's going to get easier.

Try and tell that to my dad.

You need to talk to him, then.

I can't. He's hurting so much right now.

And I don't know what to say.

It's not me he needs.

Yes, it is.

You've got to stop beating yourself up, Peter.

He loves you.

And right now he needs you more than ever.

And you need him.

He wouldn't even look at me.

I know.

You OK?

Has he gone?

No.

We can cope down there, so...

you don't need to rush back down.

I should go.

Hold up a minute. Hold up!

That's your boy, downstairs, in our gaff -

you run away now

and you're going to prove everything he thinks about you.

You lied to me.

You said she wasn't going to be here.

I wanted you to come to see if you could put the past behind you.

Your mum, she's done some stupid, bad things.

And I know because I done the same.

And, God forgive me, if I could turn back the clock...

But, like us all here,

she's your family.

Talk to her.

I should have seen...

I should have protected her.

HE SOBS

Denny! Mummy's off to work now. You be good.

I won't be long, Phil.

Are you sure everything's all right?

Yeah, fine.

Right. Well, I'll see you later.

-Here, I'll do that.

-No.

I'm doing it.

I don't understand why you won't just talk to her, she's your mum.

The thing is, we're a little bit beyond a kiss and a cuddle.

It's not for us to get involved, Johnny.

Yeah, but she can't put things right if you don't let her, can she?

Just saying.

I'm just saying!

I know there's a mountain to climb, boy, I get it.

But you should go up there and see her.

I should have tickets to the World Cup next month,

-but that's not going to happen either.

-That's it, is it?

You're just going to sit there dishing out the wisecracks? Well, it don't wash with me, son.

I know you need to lash out at her.

Well, then, go up there and tell her.

Tell her what a cow she's been,

tell her what a rubbish mum.

This is your chance to...

Don't leave it till you're an old man

with so many regrets that you can't even sleep at night.

He stood there, in front of all those people.

And said, "I ain't got a mum."

But he has got one.

And you need to step up.

This is what you've wanted for so long.

Not like this.

But this is what you've got.

And you got a choice.

You can stay up here

and moan about him disappearing out your life again,

or you can go down...

and fight for him.

If you walk away now, you might not get another chance.

-Hiya.

-All right?

I thought I was seeing you later.

-I texted you to say I was on my way.

-PHIL'S VOICE RAISED ON PHONE

-Jay, hello and a kiss would be nice.

-I'm sorry.

It's Phil. We've had some family stuff.

'I want that address.'

Well, get them to tell you.

Ritchie, I'm his dad, ain't I?

Thanks for nothing.

You stay here and... keep an eye on Dennis, will you?

-Well, where you going?

-To find Ben.

-They won't tell you.

-Yeah, well, maybe they won't.

But I know people who will.

Phil reckons I should...open up.

I saw Denise.

She said you spoke to him.

Pull myself together, carry on.

Because it's that easy to just move on, isn't it?

You know, I remember when...

your mum took you and Steven away from me.

I'd never felt such pain.

Little Lucy, she, erm...

She used to say to me,

"Where's Peter? Where's he gone? When's he..."

"When's he coming back?"

And then she'd just cry.

And I'd say to her, "It's all right."

"Peter's just gone to see... Mummy for a bit

"and he'll be... He'll be back, so don't make a fuss,

"just be a big girl, because Peter's coming back."

Because I knew you would.

I knew you'd come back, I knew I'd find you...

and I knew I'd hold you in my arms again.

And I did, didn't I?

Yeah.

I can't do that with Lucy.

I can't go and find her and bring her back, can I?

Because I'm...

I'm never going to hold her in my arms again.

TEXT MESSAGE ALERT

You all right?

He's back.

-What do you mean?

-In there.

Who?

Dean.

-He just come walking in. And...

-TEXT MESSAGE ALERT

So why ain't you in there?

He won't even look at me.

So you're hiding out here?

My own son won't even talk to me!

At least you know where your son is, don't you?

You've whinged on long enough about trying to put things right.

You messed up last time he was here,

you going to let that happen again? Eh?

Or does hiding out here save you...

from facing up to what you've done

and finally doing something about it?

But they're not allowed to tell him where he is.

I know that, and you know that.

But try telling Phil that.

I can't believe Ben hasn't called you.

All right, guys. You want to... Do you want to help me finish this?

I've messed up.

I've really, really messed up.

Stick that in the bin.

I'm...

I'm sorry.

-You've got nothing to be sorry for.

-No... I'm the dad.

I should be the strong one.

I'll tell you what,

maybe I should take a leaf out of Phil's book, you know.

-Grit my teeth...

-HE GROWLS

..and turn purple when I'm angry.

It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks or says.

It's just me and you now.

And we can do this.

The funeral.

The court case.

And this place.

It's not going to be easy.

That's why...

I think I know what we need to do.

Maybe we should let this place go.

Oh, don't be silly. You're family, after all.

Thank you.

Darling, what you doing down here?

You must be Nancy.

I'm fine.

You should be in bed. Back upstairs.

Oi, what, do I know you?

This is your cousin,, Dean.

I'll let your mum fill in the blanks.

You could have gone by now,

but you haven't.

Makes me think you know you've got a chance here.

I don't want a chance here.

Listen, all that stuff that happened a few weeks back with the Old Bill?

I've realised it's a mug's game.

I've found myself some barber work close by.

-A proper job.

-Yeah, well, you wanted me to go straight, so I am.

Get some pennies coming in.

All the more reason why you should make a fresh start with your mum.

You don't get it, do you?

It's not going to happen.

I took the rap for you. Took the blame.

You give your mum a chance

because you owe me.

Talk of the devil.

-You and me are going to talk.

-Yeah, well, fortunately

the days where you could tell me what to do are long gone.

-Not in here.

-I'm not going nowhere till we talk.

I mean, I know he needs to spend time with his dad and everything,

but what if he actually means we've broken up?

Why would he?

Because Peter thinks I'm a waste of space.

He doesn't think that, and if he does then he's mad.

Yeah, he loves you.

Abi, I sold a story to the paper about his dead sister.

Well, yeah, that wasn't the best thing to do, was it?

Well, it wasn't her fault that they twisted it around.

He says we're on a break and everything, but...

what if he's actually moved out.

I mean, what if he's actually said all this stuff about his dad

just to shut me up.

-Well, he is going through a lot at the moment, isn't he? So maybe just give him some room.

-Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah, but what if he doesn't love me any more, eh?

He does love you. Why wouldn't he?

You reckon?

Look, if he says he's coming back, then he's coming back.

All right, don't build this into something it's not.

Peter's straight, he's a decent boy.

Dean, please.

Do you seriously want to do this?

Do you really want me to spell it out to you

in front of everyone here?

Cos I can, I can do that.

Well, do you lot want to hear it?

Do you want to hear what a fantastic mother this woman was to me?

Where should I start?

How about Jimbo? That's as good a place as any.

Jimbo was my brother that she abandoned and left to die.

And what did you think?

That you could just wipe away all the sick things you've ever done with one cosy little chat?

-Nah.

-Please, Dean, I know that you hate me, but...

I don't hate you.

I'm past hating you.

You're nothing to me.

-I just want to make things right, you're my baby boy.

-Your baby?

You turned your back on me.

You let them drag me to court

-knowing I was going to get sent down.

-What? I couldn't...

I couldn't...

I thought I was doing the right thing.

-THE RIGHT THING?!

-Oi. Slow down!

-Can't you just talk?

-Every day I was inside, I waited for them to come to my cell.

I waited for those animals to make my life a living hell,

so don't you DARE talk to me about doing the right thing.

-I said slow down.

-You've never done the right thing.

-Show your mum some respect.

-Jimbo, Carly, lying to us about our dad.

Screwing my dad over. Everything you've ever done has been about you

cos you're a selfish, twisted, evil cow

and I wish you were dead!

-ALL GASP

-That's enough!

-Mick...

-Say sorry to your mum

or I swear the next time I put you down you'll never get up.

-Are you sure?

-Enough! This stops now.

I think it's best I leave.

-You coming or not?

-This is YOUR family.

It's me or them. If I go, that's it.

Then don't go.

Stay.

-Get off.

-Just a bit...

-DOOR CLICKS

-No, we don't want any. Sh!

What the hell is going on? Eh?

I'm out there trying to find Ben and you're in here just getting smashed, ain't you?

-We're not smashed.

-Were you going on about Ben?

-Look at the state of you, will you?

-No, we're not doing anything wrong, I promise.

-Just get out, all right? Come on, out. Out!

Gimme that.

Did he... Did he just say something about Ben?

-It's nothing. Phil wanted to visit, but Ben won't see him.

-Oh!

Are you going to be all right?

Yeah, he's just letting off a bit of steam.

Right, you go out, make sure she gets home all right.

So...the people you know, they couldn't tell you where he was?

Yeah, yeah, they told me.

So, you've found him?

A screw at the prison said that he went to a halfway house in Hackney,

but that he'd... He'd already gone.

Well, where's he gone?

I don't know.

He reckoned the staff was glad to see the back of him.

Well, at least you know he's out.

And he can't even be bothered to give his old man a ring.