A suspicious David tries to get Ian to admit to Carl's involvement in Max's arrest. Masood asks Carol to move in with him. A desperate Kirsty is forced to extreme measures.
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All right, so we stick to the story we told Denise and Bobby, yeah?
You were putting the stall away and then what?
A gang of kids...
Three or four - I can't remember - cos it was all such a blur.
Right, then they made a grab for the money bag.
Mm-hm. But I held on to it.
But not before they'd...
You went to the police station, you made a statement
but because you didn't recognise any of them,
the police don't think they're going to catch them.
Luce, are you OK with this?
We wouldn't be having to do any of this if he'd just done what I said.
Don't you think I know that? I'm not happy about this.
I want to kill him. I want to rip him limb from limb. But I can't, OK?
So I'm just going to have to live with it.
In 48 hours, this is all going to be over
and we can get on with our lives.
Come on, just say "Yes, Dad."
Right, go on - you...
go to work, yeah? Good luck.
HE MIMICS TRUMPET
Stand by your beds!
Every single morning.
-It never gets any funnier, Dad.
-Morning, my lovely.
I wish he wouldn't do that.
He just called me "his lovely". It's a bit weird,
he doesn't really know me that well, does he.
Why, has he said anything else?
-Oh, no, no, I just wish he wouldn't do that.
Oh, someone's made the effort.
I'm visiting Max in prison.
Oh, yeah, course it's his trial tomorrow, ain't it.
How are you feeling?
-Sorry, stupid question.
-You want tea?
No, I do not. I'm going to have something over the cafe.
Don't do feeding time at the zoo.
You know this Carl White fella..
-Yeah, what about him?
-He fancies himself, don't he?
Well there's certainly no love lost between him and Max.
That's Kirsty over the Vic, right?
What are you up to, David?
You know me, Carol - always a student of human nature.
Listen, I'll see you later. Give Max my best.
I know he won't appreciate it,
-but I'll keep my fingers crossed for him.
-Yeah well, he's going to need more than that.
Yes, I know. Ta-ta.
What was all that about?
I don't know.
Got anything that's not supermarket own-brand?
That's nasty, Peter. Who did it?
It's like I told you, just kids.
Yeah, so you did.
Your old man's giving evidence against Branning tomorrow, ain't he?
So how are we going to find a grand by nine o'clock?
Well me and Lauren thought that we could pawn our laptops.
-No, we didn't.
-Oh, so what do we do?
-Put the sofa up against the front door?
We wee in a bucket and pour it on them from the upstairs window.
Leave the loan sharks to me.
I didn't live 20 years on the Ainsford without learning how
to deal with lowlife like them.
Nothing from Kirsty.
Oh, sorry. I didn't want to wake you.
Where you going?
Well, I've got to go.
You can spare 20 minutes for a chat, can't you?
Otherwise I'll think that, you know,
I've been used.
I love this game. Please?
Rosie, leave it.
Liam, you should've left for school by now.
And you two need to get dressed.
-I'm just finishing off this level.
What are you two waiting for? Come on.
Just quickly put it all in that section... You're going to be late for work?
Yeah, I know, I can't get in the bathroom.
How long does it take him to have a shave?
You're a fine one to talk about hogging the bathroom.
Not when there's others waiting. It's rude.
Why do I have to go to school and they don't?
How many times do I have to have this conversation with you, Tiffany? They're not registered yet.
Come on just do the homework otherwise you're going to be late.
Bianca, will you speak to Liam?
I've asked him three times to switch his game off and he won't.
OK, calm down.
I'm lucky. Mine have never needed shouting at.
Well bully for you.
All right, Luce?
Are you sure you got no idea who these kids were that did that to Peter?
No, I told you yesterday, just stop asking.
Can I have a cup of tea, please?
Here you are, love. Thanks. Keep the change. Ta-ta.
It's fine, all right, just let me get on with it.
How much are the apples, Peter? All right, Ian?
There you go.
Very nice, very juicy.
Your grandad wouldn't half be proud of you.
Nice to see the family tradition being kept up, isn't it?
-Did you want something?
-Yeah, can we go and have a chat somewhere private.
-Five minutes, Ian.
For old time's sake?
What's this all about, David?
Do you know, I haven't been in here since it was Pauline
and Arthur's gaff.
How many years ago would that be?
Oh - oh, you've knocked through. Very nice.
Do you know, all I remember about this place was brown.
Brown curtains, brown tablecloth, brown teapot.
Just brown. Brown everything.
-It wasn't all brown.
Funny how your memory plays tricks on you, isn't it?
What do you want?
I don't know. I've been picking up a bad smell.
What do you think that might be then?
I've no idea what you're talking about.
I don't suppose Auntie Pauline would've known how to use one of those.
Why don't you bung the coffee in the old microwave, yeah?
Then you and I can have a proper chat.
Had enough of that.
You're going to be late for work.
Yeah, well listen, I want a quick word about Terry.
What about him?
-You have told him about Whitney and Tony haven't you?
-Yeah, course I have. Why?
It's just that he's being a bit - I don't know - over-familiar.
What do you mean? What?
He just keeps saying "darling" and stuff.
-Maybe he could be a bit more sensitive?
You really think I'd go and make the same mistake twice?
Well, I wasn't saying that...
I think you need to be a bit more sensitive. Before you start making accusations.
All right, I'm sorry I mentioned it.
I'll give your love to Uncle Max, shall I?
You off out?
-Everything all right?
-Yeah. I've just got to get ready for work.
Oh, what's up?
As if the Max stuff wasn't enough.
Without all what?
It's like a madhouse in there.
Everybody's getting on everybody's nerves and I can't bear it.
And that's before we start talking about Joey and Alice.
Do you want a cup of coffee? I can sneak five minutes if you want.
-I can't. I've got to be at the prison at ten.
-I tell you what....
Why don't you come and stay at mine?
-I'm not saying permanently.
Well maybe - let's see how it goes - but, you know,
until this trial stuff goes away.
It would be lovely. But, you know,
it would only create more problems.
Yeah, well, what about in principle?
In principle, yeah, I can't think of anything nicer.
but in practice, you know it's a non-starter.
Thanks for the offer. You're very sweet.
What's the big rush? I thought we could have breakfast together.
Yeah, well, I need to be somewhere.
I don't think you realise who you're dealing with.
Does the name Richard de Boyne mean anything to you?
No? Well he's my brother-in-law.
Just let us in, will ya?
Richard de Boyne QC just happens to be one of the best
barristers in the country. We're very close.
I've been trying to do this the nice way so...
Look, Nan, I think you should just let them in.
Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings.
Listen to your granddaughter.
All goods to the value of £1,000. What are we saying?
75 for the telly, another 75 for the stereo.
No, my dad paid over five hundred pound for that.
So let's cut to the chase - where do you keep your jewellery?
Is this what you wanted?
You were right, what you said.
What was that?
About you having done so well compared to me.
Sort of explains it, really.
Me envying you.
Cos I do.
Smart house, all them businesses,
classy Mrs, lovely kids.
You must be very proud.
-Yeah, I guess.
-Then there's me.
sponging off me daughter's family.
I got no plans, no future. Course I envy you.
You can look in the mirror and say "I've done all right".
Self respect. Yeah?
What are you playing at, David?
Oh, that's nice. I'm giving you all these compliments and there's you,
suspecting my motives.
Don't tell me that with all your achievements, everything
you've got, there's something still niggling away inside?
Something you're not entirely comfortable with about yourself?
Have you got something specific to say, or...?
-Look, I got things to do.
-Do you know what?
Looking back, I think that's what the whole Cindy thing was about really.
Me envying you.
You probably don't realise this, but...
you used to really get under my skin.
I used to think you were a smug little git that needed
taking down a peg or two.
Still we've all done things we're ashamed of at one point or another.
Well, maybe not. You tell me.
Make your point or go.
I mean, the sad thing is, if she hadn't have been married to you,
I don't think I'd have looked twice.
I mean, not that she didn't have her attractions.
In a trashy sort of way.
She was always very enthusiastic in that department.
But there was nothing really between us long term.
It was never going to be a relationship, was it?
You're looking uncomfortable, Ian, have I said something?
I've asked you nicely - just go.
You're not still upset about it after all this time, are you?
I'm sorry, I should've realised.
I mean, I've still got my thing for Carol, ain't I?
And that goes back even further.
Irony is though, just when I've reached the stage where I'm
ready to commit to her, she's off getting jiggy with a postman.
I mean, I don't blame her. Why would she look at me
twice after all the times I've let her down?
there's still time. It's never too late.
Do you know where she is this morning?
Visiting her brother in the nick.
Of course - sorry - you know that, don't you?
Cos you're testifying against him.
You're the principle witness.
Remind me how Peter got his face smashed in again?
Oh, sorry, yeah, it was kids, weren't it.
How well do you know this Carl White fella?
I'm told he's in your restaurant all the time.
You must be very close.
Oh, there's that smell again.
Where do you think it's coming from? Any ideas?
Anyway, I've taken up enough of your time.
Thank you very much. We'll chat again soon, yeah?
Good luck in court. I'm told it's a very scary place.
Them barristers'll run rings round even the most
honest of witnesses if they're not careful.
What do you mean, "you've lost"?
Ever since David Wicks showed up.
-You're giving up way too easily.
-I have to start looking after myself.
-AJ has a plan.
-Oh, no, I didn't ask for help.
-You need cheering up.
-AJ's going to do just that. I'll see you tonight.
All right, Sis?
What's the matter?
I swore I wasn't going to do this.
that was a close call, weren't it.
Pity about Dad having to spend the next four years in jail,
but we've kept the TV and the stereo, so it's not all bad, eh?
Anything to eat? I'm starving.
She don't run to breakfast then, that friend of yours?
-The one you stayed the night.
Didn't have time.
Had to get to the bank for when it opened.
You'd have saved this family a lot of anxiety if you'd have let us
know what you was up to.
I didn't want to get your hopes up.
A thank you might've been nice.
For clearing up the mess you made?
I shouldn't be dumping all this on you.
-Like you haven't got enough to worry about.
-It's all right.
Tell me more about this Terry geezer.
It's not just about Terry.
I'm just - I'm getting pressure every which way.
Right, well take Masood up on his offer.
If it wasn't going to cause whole bunch of other problems I would.
But Bianca would take it personally, the kids are feeling insecure
enough as it is - if I walk away there's fallout.
There's no getting away from that. So I'm stuck with it.
Right, and this has got nothing to do with David Wicks?
No. Look, can we stop talking about me?
You're the one with the problems.
Look Carol, I've got me head round prison, all right. I'll cope.
I don't like it but I'll cope.
What I can't cope with is seeing you getting your heart broken. I'm not there to help you.
Just take Masood up on his offer. He's a decent bloke.
And who knows? He might make you happy.
Back so soon.
I'm the closest thing you've got to a regular customer, Ian.
Yeah, but regular customers pay.
I'll have my usual, please.
Certainly. Large glass of Chilean red, some olives and a fillet steak.
As long as it's better than yesterday's.
-I've spoken to the supplier.
Do you mind if I join you?
I'm told you're in here all the time.
What do you recommend?
That looks nasty. How did you do that?
You said five minutes. It's been ten minutes now.
Just give us half a second, will ya.
It's my turn!
No offence, but I prefer to dine alone.
That's not very friendly.
Mind you I'm a fine one to talk. I don't really have friends, me.
It's a man thing, isn't it? We're all wrapped up in our own egos.
If you have friends, you've got to open up a bit, haven't you?
Most men aren't very good at that.
Maybe you're different, Carl, you tell me.
What do you want?
You never said how you hurt your hand.
Hello again, Ian!
We had a coffee earlier.
-I didn't realise you two knew each other.
-No, we don't.
I was just asking him how he hurt his hand,
but he's having a bit of a senior moment about it, ain't you, Carl?
Do you know what, I'll just have whatever he's having. Thanks.
Well go on then, off you go.
Do you mind?
-You don't know who you're dealing with, do you.
-Well that's just it. I think I do.
You see, you and me have got something in common.
And with him looking at a long stretch, both of us should be
feeling pretty pleased.
Only I'm not.
Because I'm a soppy old Herbert, me.
And I'm in love with his sister. I always have been.
Very long story, very complicated,
most of which I'm not very proud of,
but it boils down to this. She's very upset about it.
And what upsets her upsets me.
See where I'm coming from?
-Good swimmer, are you?
-Why do you ask?
Cos you're out of your depth.
Thing about Ian is - he's a nice fella and all that
if you like weasels - but basically
he's very weak.
He's very easily lent on.
And if I was looking for someone to - I don't know -
tell a pack of lies on my behalf, he's just the sort of guy I'd pick.
What do you think?
Is everything all right?
Do you know, I'm not hungry after all. See ya.
What was that all about?
Is he all right in the head? Has he got a death wish?
What did he want?
Just concentrate on tomorrow, Ian. Let me do the worrying.
Blimey, what happened to you?
I wish everyone would stop going on about it.
Had a row with the pavement, did you?
No, some kids tried to rob me. It's sorted.
-Anyway, what do you want?
-Apart from a bit of civility?
Peter. Can you get a message to your dad for me, please?
Tell him to meet me in there at six o'clock.
And if he don't show, I'll come and find him.
-What was all that about?
-How was Max?
-Being brave. Or trying his best to be.
And I come home to all of this. They've had all day.
Where is everyone?
I don't know where the kids are but Bianca and Terry are up in their bedroom.
-I wouldn't go up there yet. They're making a lot of noise.
-Eurgh. Are you all right?
-No. No, Whitney, I am not all right. You know what, I'm far from all right.
Hi. Did you get a chance to speak to Bianca about Terry?
Yeah, yeah, I did and she got really shirty with me...
Oh, I don't believe this! Who's done it?
-What? What's the matter?
-Someone's only gone and broke my controller!
-I'm going to kill them.
-I can't cope with this.
-When I find out who's done this,
I'm going to tear them apart, Whit.
Half an hour, yeah? Cheers. Thanks.
-Have you been tidying up?
Put your feet up. Dinner is on its way.
Got two of your favourite Bollywoods ready to go.
One lassi for you, one beer for me. Cheers.
We need to go on the Carol detox programme.
-Give me your phone.
We're going to delete her out of your life.
Texts, photos, the lot. Come on.
-I don't want to.
-Well of course you don't want to.
Just like a junkie doesn't want to come off drugs, you know.
Get it out.
-Come on, which one of you did it?
-I never touched it.
-I'm sure we can get that fixed.
-Get it fixed? It's torn in half.
You can have my old one, but it's still in storage.
-I don't want your poxy one. I want my one!
-Why don't we just wait and see what's happened, yeah?
I know, don't ask.
Hey, where you going?
-If I don't get some head space I am going to lose my mind.
-Oh, no Carol, please.
-Not the postman?
-It's none of your business.
-Look. Look at me.
At least it's me walking out on you for a change.
For crying out loud!
Shut up! The lot of you!
I just can't do it, AJ.
You'll feel better afterwards.
We've got a visitor.
Is that offer still open?
How was your day? Mine went downhill after you left.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Yeah, some bandit nicked a grand out of my room.
Can you believe that? What kind of lowlife does that?
I'll get your drink, yeah?
All right? Sorry I'm late.
What's all this about, David?
-What did he say to you after I left?
-Not a lot.
He's looking over. He looks worried, Ian.
Are you worried?
What do you want?
I want you to do the right thing.
I appreciate that might be hard for you.
Always difficult to break the habit of a lifetime but it's never too late to start.
Have you got any idea how dangerous he is?
If I don't do this he'll kill me.
And then he'll kill you.
Difference is, Ian - I don't care.
Good luck in court.
In you go.
Lots to do.
Yeah, well, there must be.
You've been up for hours.
Ian, it'll be fine.
It will be fine.
All you've got to do is stand up in that court and tell them the truth.
What are you doing?
Checking Dad's petrol receipts.
What if he was away that morning?
On the other side of town or something?
Lauren, we have been through this.
We went through his diary, to see if he had any other meetings
but he could have gone somewhere else, couldn't he?
To check on a car or something. And if we can prove that,
then the jury are going to start wondering, aren't they?
How could Dad have done anything to Carl's brakes
if he was somewhere else at the same time?
No, he was in the Square, planning Uncle Jack's birthday.
He didn't even remember it was Jack's birthday until later on,
I was in the office when Kirsty came in and reminded him.
Lauren, he's put his hands up to it.
-Not to the law, he ain't.
-Yeah, well, he has to us.
And he was lying, Abi, all right? I know he was lying.
Will you stop being so naive.
Well, have you found anything?
-We'll leave about ten.
-No, no, you don't have to come.
Let me take you there at least.
I don't want you going through all this by yourself.
There might not be anything to go through.
There's no fingerprints, no forensics.
The judge might take one look at it all and just chuck it out.
Not much chance of that. Or those bowls washing themselves.
AJ and Tam are right, everything's pretty circumstantial.
Yeah, but there's still Ian, isn't there?
I mean, you're right, nothing stacks up, not really, but...
there's still him.
This is for you.
You shouldn't have bothered.
Course I should. It's your birthday.
There's a treat in there for you, an' all.
You've got a busy day today then?
You are going to the court, I take it?
Least I can do, show my support.
Anyway, what are you up to today? Day off, I hope?
I hope you're intending to spoil her rotten an' all.
You ain't forgotten?
Actually, I thought we'd start off with a slap-up lunch.
And then maybe a shopping trip up west?
Cocktails at some fancy wine bar? Hit the hottest show in town?
Where's all this coming from?
And then the coolest nightclub we can find,
just to round everything off.
How does that sound?
Just the lunch would've done.
Some members of the jury have started to arrive now.
When they're all here they'll do the swearing in.
And the witnesses'll be signing in at ten o'clock.
I've got the, erm...
Here we are.
Mr Beale up first. Then Mr White.
Then I'll be calling you, just to say your piece.
OK. Shouldn't take long.
"I didn't do it." That's more or less all you've got to say, yeah?
I should say, Max, if there's anything you're not telling me...
What do you mean? Like, did I do it?
No. Like why is Mr Beale saying you did?
If you know anything which might explain why he might be lying -
now would be a jolly good time to say so.
An eyewitness standing up
and saying what he saw - it carries a lot of weight with a jury, so...
No, good, well, that's fine. So you are telling me the truth?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm telling you the truth.
And you've no idea why Mr Beale is saying you're not?
How's you today?
I know what you think of me, David.
Not important what I think of you, Ian. It's important what you do.
-And if I don't do this?
-Max goes free.
Yeah, and my son never walks again.
You've seen what Carl's already done to him.
And do you want Lucy waking up in
the morning not being able to look in the mirror
because her face is covered in scars?
I can be a coward, OK?
And, yeah, I'm terrified what Carl might do to me if I change my story.
But I'm even more terrified of what he might do to my kids.
You're a dad, all right? You're a grandfather.
What would you do if you were in my situation?
Liam, or Tiff, or Bianca or Max...
You choose, David.
Haven't seen you wear that before.
Yeah, it's playing up now and again.
-Oh, what, today?
The day of the court case?
-You are coming, aren't you?
I just want to say, thanks for your support.
You think I'm playing games, don't you?
Don't you think we've gone beyond playing games?
Especially after what happened the other night.
Yeah, of course I can get time off.
I'll meet you in the Vic then.
One o'clock, drinks first and then lunch.
And dig out a suit. And a tie.
You're really pushing the boat out, ain't you?
Keep that up and I'll start to think you really had forgotten.
Yeah, this is Janine Butcher.
What are you doing here? How did you get in?
I knocked on the door.
Peter let me in.
What do you want?
I can't drive myself into court this morning.
Old injury playing up.
So I've ordered us a taxi, yeah.
We can go through things, get everything crystal clear.
Ten o'clock at the B&B.
-Is he coming?
No, I've already told Peter, Lucy and Denise
I don't want any of them there.
It's hard enough having to do this
without having my family as an audience.
Just the two of us then.
I'll leave you to it.
I can't do this. I just can't.
-You're not going to give evidence?
-No, I just can't go there with him.
The only way I'm going to get through this,
is if I see as little of him as possible.
So just phone us a taxi.
Tell them I'll meet them at the Tube station.
Alfie, I just had a phone call from the coroners.
They're going to release Michael's body for burial.
Listen, I'm really sorry...
I gave them all your contact information, all right,
so expect a call.
You'll have to make all the arrangements - I don't know,
undertakers I suppose, that sort of thing.
And you want me to do all that?
You were Michael's cousin, so...
Right, are we all ready?
-Are we waiting for Dot?
-No, Dot's with Jim.
-She can't get away at the moment.
-And Kirsty - is she, erm...
-She's going to make her own way there.
-Right, let's go.
Do you want to sit in the front, Cora?
Give your old man a shout, the taxi's here.
He's already gone.
I told him to come with me.
Yeah, I know that's what you told him.
This is going to end bad if he's not there, you know that?
Yeah, and I told you, don't push him too hard.
This another one of your little threats, Peter?
Do you remember what happened last time?
Go on then, beat me up again.
It's not going to make a difference.
There's only so far you can push him.
I just can't win, can I?
I make a fuss, that's wrong.
If I don't, that's probably a hanging offence too.
Oh, Cora's just got 20 years worth of giving you agg
to catch up on, that's all.
Am I never going to be allowed to forget what I did?
That was a joke, Sam.
You haven't got anything to prove.
I think that's what she meant.
And what does that mean?
You know when somebody just tries a bit too hard
to give you a good time,
or just makes a bit too much fuss, you start to wonder...
is that what they want, or are they trying to convince themselves
that that's what they want?
-What's the problem?
-Why can't we go in?
There's some sort of delay. They're not even letting the jury in.
One of the prosecution witnesses hasn't shown up yet.
Really? Which one?
-Right, so what does that mean?
-I don't know.
It's got them rattled, though. They're going to start with Mr White.
Alfie told me about Michael.
Listen, Janine, whatever's happened between you and him...
you just need to sort this properly, you can't leave it to that muppet.
Was someone I knew. Who's not around.
He's Scarlett's dad. And Tommy's dad.
-Not now he isn't.
-Course he is.
Well, poor them then.
-No, you don't mean that.
-Maybe you're right.
He's ancient history.
Shall we get started, Mr Palmer?
Members of the jury, on the 3rd of September 2013, Mr Carl White
was involved in a car crash.
At the time it seemed to be a simple accident.
A subsequent police investigation proved it to be very far
from any sort of an accident.
The brakes on Mr White's car were deliberately tampered with
by Mr Max Branning,
who is currently before you in the dock.
And we will be bringing forward an eyewitness
who will testify to that.
However, I'd first like to call Mr White himself.
Can I help you?
I'm looking for Ian Beale.
And you are?
I'm Peter Beale. His son. I live here.
Could you tell me where your father is?
Yeah, he's in court. He's giving evidence.
-That's where he's supposed to be, yeah.
-I don't get it.
He left the house like a couple of hours ago.
Well, he hasn't got there, that's why I'm here.
Can we go in and take a look?
Tam? Five minutes, please?
So Mr Branning actually said those words?
He told you, face to face, that he was going to kill you?
-And you took that seriously?
-Yeah, someone starts shouting at you
and telling you you're a dead man, you take it seriously.
Everyone was shook up by it.
Even his kids were upset by it.
So this wasn't some private altercation,
other people actually witnessed it too?
The whole Square saw it.
You could have heard him from south London.
I just didn't think he'd go through with it.
-And you've tried his mobile?
-Just going straight to answerphone.
So when he went off he never gave you any reason to think
that he wasn't going to the court, as arranged?
No. None at all.
Well, if he gets in contact, can you tell him
to get in touch with either us or the court?
-Yeah, of course.
-As soon as possible.
Ever lost your temper, Mr White?
Said something you shouldn't?
Because I have.
This very weekend, in actual fact.
I was at a football match, I won't say which one, Your Honour.
Anyway, it was an absolute nightmare.
The referee - some of his decisions - all against us -
I shouted some very naughty things at him.
I didn't mean them, of course.
-He meant them.
-He said them. There's a difference.
And then he cut my brakes.
You saw him?
No, someone else did.
Oh, yes, that's right. The elusive Mr Beale.
Who's not shown up to tell his tall tale.
He had tools.
The police found them in his office, in his house.
Mr Branning works in the motor trade,
it'd be pretty astonishing don't you think,
if they hadn't found tools in his house, in his office?
This is not the first time he's threatened me.
He doesn't like you, does he?
-That's one way of putting it, yeah.
-And you don't like him?
I didn't set out to kill him, did I?
I rather think that's for the jury to decide, don't you?
And based on this farrago of circumstantial hearsay,
backed up by absolutely no first-hand eyewitness evidence,
I'll be astonished if they don't see all this exactly as your very own
chief witness has quite clearly seen it.
A monumental waste of time.
No further questions, Your Honour.
So where is he?
If I knew that...
It was all too much for him, wasn't it?
We should have realised.
Yeah, but if it was just that then...
He'd packed some clothes.
I found a holdall, under one of the chairs.
And he didn't take them with him?
If he'd done a runner, I'd get that...
or if it had all got too much for him, I'd understand that too.
But why would he pack a bag - as if he's going away for a few days -
and then just not take it?
The police have been round to Mr Beale's house,
but he isn't there.
And my team's been trying his mobile every few minutes too,
no reply from that either.
So what do we do now?
Couple of statements from the interviewing
and arresting officers, but that's it.
We don't have much choice.
We don't have any other witnesses.
And if Mr Beale really isn't going to put in an appearance...
Brother, someone's funeral?
What you talking about? It's my mum's birthday.
I see. Sorry, brother.
I thought Sam was supposed to be meeting us in here?
Yeah, well, that's what he said.
Where is he then?
You know what, the way he's been going on today,
he's probably out getting you a tiara.
Your Honour, before beginning the case for the defence -
I wish to make a submission of no case to answer.
The case which sets out the test of no case to answer,
is the Galbraith case.
Mr White's allegations of threats made by Mr Branning
are simply hearsay.
And while Mr White made a big deal of these threats,
he certainly wasn't sufficiently worried to tell
the police about them at the time.
The only apparent eyewitness to this alleged crime
hasn't even seen fit to put in an appearance.
Your Honour, the Galbraith case quite clearly states that
a jury may not convict on hearsay evidence alone.
And as the prosecution evidence is so weak...
..I would invite Your Honour to find no case to answer.
Your Honour, my learned friend refers you to the Galbraith case.
Now, I would suggest that sets no precedent whatsoever
for what we have before us today.
I obviously didn't get through to your fool of a dad, did I?
I don't know what's happening. I don't know where he is.
Well, you'd better find him. And quick.
Well, he's got to let him go, hasn't he?
I mean, it's like the barrister said, if Ian's backed out...
I really hope so, darling.
Let's keep our fingers crossed, sweetheart.
Look, I don't care what Dad said,
I don't even care what he has or hasn't done,
I just want him home.
What do you think?
I think the judge should throw it out.
But if he thinks you're getting off because a witness has overslept,
he may just decide to go with what little the prosecution's
put before the jury
and forget the fact that Mr Beale should have set his alarm clock.
Yeah, or he might decide cos Ian's not here he's had second thoughts,
he's just lying about what he saw.
-Hello, Glen. Is the judge back?
Members of the jury, I've consulted with the defence
and the prosecution barristers and I've reached a decision.
I've decided that there is no case to answer.
And I now direct you to find the defendant not guilty.
We find the defendant not guilty.
Mr Branning, you're free to go.
No, man. I mean, I don't get it, this was his idea.
-You ain't seen my dad in here?
-Not since I've been in, brother.
I'm so sorry.
-And where've you been?
Getting the birthday girl these.
Well, you blanked me on the shopping trip and the show
-and the nightclub.
So I thought I'd get you a little something else instead.
Thanks, babe, they're lovely.
How are you doing? I've missed you both.
You all right?
All right, Cora? Kirsty.
Come on - let's get you home.
-Nah, why don't you lot go on, I'll see you back there.
-What's the matter?
-Nothing's the matter.
I just want a bit of space, that's all, you know,
just going to go for a walk,
it's all a bit overwhelming, that's all.
-Are you sure?
-Go on, I won't be long. See you back there.
Come on, girls.
You all right?
Kat, here you are.
Some of Michael's stuff from the office.
I thought you might want to sort through it,
see if there's anything you want to keep.
What are you giving it to me for?
There's a picture of Michael and Tommy in there.
Yeah, and Michael and Scarlett.
Or you, Alfie.
You might want to keep something for sentimental value.
You're not fooling anyone, you know that, Janine?
So it's not a big birthday then?
It's big enough. Look, you've got Dexter in a suit.
As far as I'm concerned though,
he can keep this up as long as he likes.
Many years of birthday treats to look forward to, eh?
Let me get you another.
Where are we?
Dunno, mate. Long way from anywhere.
You were happy to see me go down, weren't you, Ian?
No. No. Come on, Max. It wasn't like that.
-It weren't like that? But it was like that, weren't it?
Keep going. Keep going.
Help me! Help me, please!
You can scream all you want. You can scream all you want, Ian.
Cos no-one's going to hear.
And no-one's going to help you.
Maybe he's planned a weekend away. You know, clear his head.
-Without telling anyone?
-You know what he's like.
So where is he now?
-Is there anything else in there?
-No. It's...just clothes.
-OK, what are you two hiding?
-Is something going on?
Denise, he is going to be fine. OK?
-So what happened then?
-Ian didn't show up.
-Oh, you're joking.
-Why not, though?
-Bottled it, I guess.
-So is that it then?
-Yeah. That is it.
-So is he coming home, then?
-Yeah. He's gone for a little walk.
-Then when he comes home, you can go over.
-No, give it a while.
-He'd love to see them.
-But maybe not quite so soon.
-Can we have a word?
Look, can I go back to the stall or is he coming home or what?
Now, the head down the bog was fun,
but that was just playing, weren't it?
Come on, please. Look, I'll do whatever you want.
Why'd you do it, Ian?
OK, look, he was threatening my family, OK?
He...he beat Peter to a pulp.
Who knows what else he might have done?
Oh, come on, Max, please.
I mean, what would you do to protect your family, eh?
You've got kids, haven't you? Please...
Please. I'll never see my kids again.
Come on, Max. Please...please...
Look, Max, I'm sorry. OK? I'm sorry.
No, please! I'll do anything!
Don't kill me! Just don't kill me! Please!
Please don't kill me!
Have a bit of dignity, Ian.
Just get up, will ya?
Ian, get on your feet.
-Y...you're not going to...?
Thank you. Thank you so much.
-Not our idea.
No, we promised David.
But if it was up to me, this would be buried in your skull
and don't you ever, ever forget it.
Can I go now?
-We've got a little job for you.
You fancy a pint?
-And you didn't tell me?
-You don't need to know everything, Carol.
About my brother? On trial for trying to kill someone?
Yes, I do.
Did you see what that bloke did to Peter?
He battered him because he stuck that in.
What? That was Carl?
Yes. He's a maniac.
I tell you, what's the first thing you're going to do?
I'm not that stupid.
You're pathological! You can't resist butting in.
You love to think you've got such self-control,
but one push on that family button and that evaporates.
That's a wonderful thing, mind.
But that's why I didn't get you involved -
because it could've been you on the end of his fist.
Or Bianca. Or even Tiffany.
So I took care of it.
So why didn't he show? Ian?
Because he looked in his heart
and he realised it was the wrong thing to do.
That doesn't sound like him.
Well, Phil Mitchell might have had some influence.
Ian didn't want to lie in court, but he had no choice, did he?
With Carl on his back.
It was the best solution, I promise you.
Why was Phil even involved? It's none of his business.
It was the best solution - now leave it.
Anyway - how are you? You missing us?
Oh, shut up.
It's good to have some peace, you know,
be in a house that's nice and quiet.
Yeah. That's so important.
Instead of Morgan spilling drinks all over the place.
Well, don't forget.
If you want to come back any time, you'll be more than welcome.
That's it, I've decided what I'm doing on my 21st -
I'm going to Marbella, man.
-My friend's repping out there this year.
-Oh, we could all go!
It's ages since we've had a holiday.
Hang on. We talking summer? As in eight months away?
Yeah. It's cheaper if you book early.
-How's the tea coming on?
-Ain't got no milk.
-Go and get some.
-If I leave this house again,
we're having Hungry Hanks for dinner.
Come on! How can you be hungry after the amount you just ate?
Just thinking ahead.
But Mum, serious t'ing though - I'm going to Marbella.
Only if we come along.
Are you trying to ruin everything?
Look, a man gives away an organ, yeah, that should give him a voice.
You should give him the right to say,
"Mum, I'm putting my foot down
"and I am going to take my limited and precious time off
"and I'm going to Marbella".
I respect that it's your birthday and all that
but if you two come with me, that's a disrespect.
-Are you finished?
-No, I haven't finished. OK?
You think you're the only one with a birthday? No.
It's my special day and it's coming up next week,
so all I'm saying is that a little bit of respect
wouldn't go astray.
Just like I have respected you by coming to the pub today
and joining you for lunch.
Respect, Mum, that's all I'm saying. OK?
Won't be long.
Hey - well?
He got off.
-What? That's great news.
-I know. It's a relief, innit?
Right. Let's hit it.
You...you don't have to go.
-Even though we've got jobs and...things to do.
Yeah. So...you two kids just enjoy. OK?
-This your doing?
Well, I want to take credit for it, so, yeah.
I thought...cup of tea, cake. Nice and quiet.
I'll put the kettle on.
-There you go.
Waste of money, the fancy stuff.
I notice Max didn't have much to say outside the court.
Lots of hugs for the girls, but nothing much for you.
-Here you go.
Come on. He never wanted you in the past.
He's my husband.
He weren't the other night.
That was a one-off.
Yeah. Did well out of it too, didn't ya? All that cash.
Consider it a gift, eh?
It was almost worth it.
Please...please, just don't tell Max, yeah?
-Bro, what was all that about?
-It was court today.
He's right, you know.
As if Max is going to come home, everything back to normal.
It'll take more than a bottle of whisky.
You know you're always welcome at mine.
Yeah, well, get the spare room ready.
Cos in a few hours, I'll be homeless.
What're you giving me that look for?
I know Michael, he had a classic look.
Whereas me, I've got individual style, ain't I?
But he pulled it off.
Thank you. If you say so.
It's not hard to dress a good-looking man.
-So when's the funeral?
-I'm not sure.
-You not heard from the coroner?
-Yeah, I just got to get back to him.
They're going to want to know who the undertakers are,
the undertakers will want to know where it's at and how many people,
blah, blah, blah...
Kat, he wasn't the most popular bloke in the Square, was he?
Probably only just be me and you, which ain't a great sendoff, is it?
So what? He'd be well chuffed if no-one turned up.
He was at his happiest when everyone thought he was a weirdo.
Yeah, he was, wasn't he?
He'd love an empty church at his funeral. Believe me.
-Oh...look who it is.
-All right, Carl?
-I'm supposed to get in the van, am I?
CARL YELLS IN PAIN
You think you're safe? I'm coming for you, mate.
What are you going to do to him?
Just go home, Ian.
I was...I was just trying to do the right thing, OK?
I was...I was trying to protect my family.
Come on, Max. Let's go.
Go home, Ian.
David did that?
That's an amazing thing to do for Max and your family.
It's a stressful time for us.
So I'm going to go back home.
Mm. We've got loads of time, haven't we?
-There's no rush.
-No. No rush.
-Has he called you?
-Do you know where he is?
Why isn't he back yet?
I don't know, Lauren.
-So is that the end of it then?
-You were there.
But after everything he's done, they can't come after him again?
-He hasn't done anything.
-You know what I mean.
So you still think he did it?
I just want him home, Lauren.
Of course you do, darling.
What...? Body wash?
Mum, are we a body wash kind of family now, yeah?
No, no, no, Mum - this ain't going to cut it, you know.
I need proper soap. I'm a mechanic, you know.
That means grease everywhere. I need soap like a real man.
Yes. I'll get some soap.
-Mum, what's wrong?
How long's he been gone?
I mean, how long does it take to go to the shop?
-It's only 50 yards up the road.
-He probably got distracted.
He's having a quick one in the Vic, you know how he gets.
But, Mum, I need soap, man. Proper soap too.
I mean you can have all the perfumed stuff you like,
but if I don't get that yellow stuff,
I can't promise you won't have grease on the sheets.
That's all I'm saying.
See this, this is a serious problem in my industry, you know.
This is the certification of cleaning products.
Time was, you maybe had two or three
different kinds of soap on your shelf.
David Beckham comes along,
telling everyone it's all right to use moisturiser,
look after their skin, spend £30 or £50 on a pair of pants.
That's chaos. Body washes, shower gels, the works.
But us mechanics, we're old school.
Bar of soap, hot water, I'm sorted.
Trace, I'm off.
See ya later, Kathleen.
Oh, you lot shut up! What's the matter with you?
-What's all this?
-You like it?
-You look ridiculous.
Stop with the ridiculous bit, all right?
I'm embracing the whole Michael Moon ethos.
Don't listen to what they're bothered about.
If it's just going to be you and me at the funeral on Tuesday - so what?
We'll celebrate Michael, give him a good sendoff,
just the two of us.
What is you've always said? What is it...?
It's not hard to dress a good-looking man? Come on, see!
If you're going to do it, do it right. Come here.
-Don't hurt me though, OK.
-Oh, shut up, you lot!
-I can't breathe.
-It's too small for you.
I shouldn't have had that bag of crisps!
How's that? How do I look?
-Yeah. Close enough.
-Is that all right? Thank you.
Shut up, you.
-See you later.
-Yeah, see you later.
Enough of your chat down there, all right!
Whoa, watch your drink!
Dex? Can I have a word?
What's wrong? Did they have no soap?
It's not about soap.
Sorry I took so long.
But you know how slow they are.
Hungry Hanks! In your face, Mum.
You see? This is what I'm talking about.
The double chicken...
The double chicken!
This is the best day of my life. This is the best day.
Wait, if the curly fries are in here...
I'm on the verge of tears right now. I literally can't speak - argh!
No. He's got form.
We get the police involved, they find out he's lying...
So how long do we have to wait before we do something?
A day? Six weeks?
I'm calling 'em.
We thought you'd...
I'm...I'm OK. I'm fine.
You look awful. Where were you?
Hey, Bobby. Come give us a hug.
Is that Ian? Is he home? Oh, thank God you're OK.
Em...why wouldn't I be?
Well, when you didn't show up at the court, we were thinking...
Well, we didn't know what had happened to you.
Nothing's happened. I...
Just bottled it, I guess.
Right. So what was all that talk about doing the right thing then?
-Look, can we not talk about it now?
-Where were you?
I went for a walk. Clear my head.
Without your phone?
Look, I know you were worried about me, OK.
But I just needed some space. It's been a stressful time.
He got off.
I get it, OK. I bottled it.
But, look, instead of going to jail, a man's come home to his family.
Is that such a bad thing?
Yeah, well - we're just glad to have you back.
SOUND OF DIGGING
Here's your chance to say sorry.
I ain't going to beg. Just do what you gotta do, yeah?
Go on, Max.
You ain't worth it.
You ain't worth it...
I thought he might do that.
I need to go and do...
I'll be back in one minute.
How is he my son?
Are you kidding? How is he not your son?
Harsh but fair.
Took your time earlier.
When you went to the shop.
I was getting a Hungry Hanks.
Forget about it.
It's not that easy, Sam.
-Every time you go to the shop...
-This is not every time.
It's different now.
How is it different?
So. Is it Marbella...or where?
See? I knew it would all work out.
I knew the judge would see it.
You all right?
So...was it Carl then? Who set you up?
Let's not worry about that now, shall we?
Is that really what happened?
What, and he doesn't pay for that? You just sitting in a jail?
I dunno - weren't that bad in there, really.
Decent food. Made a change from here.
Well, you've been missing out.
Kirsty's been brilliant in the kitchen.
Well, enthusiastic then.
No, she has. She's been amazing, Dad.
Well, that's a turn up.
So...that's it now then?
Yeah. That's it.
You all right, Abs?
Yeah, I've...I've just got loads of work to do.
A lot of texting.
A lot of friends.
Abs. You OK? Come here. Whoa, whoa...
-I just have work to do.
-What's the matter with you?
-Just let me go, please.
-What's the matter?
I believed you.
I actually believed that you could do something like that.
-Abs, I didn't do it, did I?
-Yeah, but I thought you could.
And I don't know if I thought that because I'm a bad person or...
..or because you are.
Abs, you're not a bad person.
All right? Come here.
This is a bit of fun, ain't it?
Max does a runner, you've got his back.
Anything goes wrong, you're going to do a 25 stretch.
That's a good friend.
I got a lot of mates.
Don't know if any of them would kill for me.
Unless they had a personal grudge. We ain't got a grudge, eh?
Do you think I'm stupid?
Do you? No?
Because I know it was cos of you that I went through that windscreen.
Because you...you released my seat belt.
That was nothing personal.
It was between me and Max at the time.
You were...you were collateral damage.
You sure that's deep enough?
Yeah, it's deep enough.
Got the pub to order it in.
-Do you want a glass?
-No. No...it's perfect.
Max, listen - I'll go if you want me to go.
Course I don't.
-No - you've been here, you've been looking after the girls.
You've been brilliant.
That's the first thing I noticed.
They love you.
Kirsty, what I said to you when I was inside,
when I dumped you and...didn't want to see you again,
you know it was cos Carl was threatening Lauren.
It weren't right, what I said to you.
-But it weren't right, was it?
What're you talking about?
Why are you home? Why didn't Ian show up?
I don't want to talk about it. I just want to sit here.
-I'll get you another.
-I'm all right, thanks.
Babe, please. Don't go. Just...
Will you just stay with me?
-Are you OK?
-Yeah, I'm fine. I just...
I just want you to stay with me.
Bet you didn't see that coming, did you? Max bottling it.
What, you think I can't take care of this myself?
You done everything you need to?
Got an alibi? Made sure no-one's seen us?
Made sure you're not on CCTV?
Don't know how you'll do that, they're everywhere these days.
Yeah, I've finished. So you'd best get on with it.
Oh, one more thing...
You heard from Shirley?
Postcard or anything? Greece, weren't it?
What are you on about?
Cos that'd be weird, if you haven't heard from her.
What have you done with her?
Maybe I did.
But if you kill me, Phil,
you'll never find out, will you?
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A suspicious David tries to get Ian to admit to Carl's involvement in Max's arrest. When Ian keeps quiet he takes matters into his own hands.
Masood asks Carol to move in with him when he sees how stressed and upset she is living in the chaotic Butcher household, but Carol is unsure if she should accept his offer.
A desperate Kirsty is forced to extreme measures and steals the money she needs to pay off the loan sharks from a dangerous source.
It's the day of Max's trial and Carl continues to pile the pressure on Ian, but will he go ahead with giving a false witness statement?
Sam is beginning to feel trapped by his new life and contemplates leaving his family once again. Ava and Dexter can tell something isn't right and begin to worry when Sam doesn't show up for Ava's birthday lunch.
Max and Phil put their plan into action to get revenge on Carl for what he has done to them both - but then Phil gets some shocking information from Carl.
Max struggles with the day's events and desperately wants to be accepted back into the family but worries it won't be possible after everything he has done to distance himself from them.
David manages to win back Carol's trust when he explains what he has done to protect the family, but has he done enough to break up Carol and Masood's relationship?