18/07/2014 EastEnders Omnibus

-Is there a problem?

-Can we come in, Billy?

We're just about to eat.

It's about Lucy Beale. I saw you with her on Good Friday.

-What?

-The night she died.

We need to do this inside.

DOOR BUZZER

Lauren, please open the door.

-Why?

-Well, cos I want to sort things out, that's why.

Look, I'm sorry about just now, it's just, I've got a lot on my plate,

ain't I? Lauren, I ain't going anywhere, all right?

Not till we've talked.

All right, well, you can stay out there all night for all I care.

Lo, do me a favour, take Lexi and Janet for a walk, eh?

But we just ordered pizza.

Pops, what's wrong with you?

-Maybe we should come back later.

-Why are you guys even here, anyway?

-We just need to speak with Billy.

-What, about the electric?

-How about Lola takes you down the park, eh? For ice cream?

-Pops, I'm skint.

-That's all I've got, for the pizza.

-Right, no, I ain't going...

-For once, will you not argue with me?

-Pops!

-Please, just go!

-Right, come on, then. Let's go.

-Go on. Go down the park.

Come on then.

-Sorry, mate, we're closing.

-Actually, I'm here about Lola.

-Why don't you give her a trial, see how it goes?

-Cos I honestly don't think she'd fit in.

It's just she's been struggling a bit at the moment. You'd really help if you just gave her a break.

Mate, I get it. Things are tough. But Lola's not my problem.

-I'm surprised she's yours, to be honest.

-What's that mean?

It's a lot to take on, an 18-year-old with a toddler.

Rather you than me. I mean, why tie yourself down?

You're a good looking lad. Get out there.

Live a little. That's all I'm saying.

Yeah, Lola's right. You are an idiot.

Come on. You can't expect me to believe you can't remember anything.

-It was months ago!

-I know what I saw. Lucy had the hump

and you two were definitely having a barney over something.

Stop lying. Tell us what it was about. We're wasting our time.

-Let's just let the police sort it out.

-All right, all right, wait.

Just give me a minute to think, will ya?

Hang on, I do remember her coming in for chips that night.

And if I remember rightly, she couldn't be bothered to wait.

-What?

-I was frying a fresh batch.

She got the hump because she had to hang about.

I was up to my neck in it so I told her where to go.

-And that's it?

-Yeah. That's all it was.

So did you tell the police that you saw Lucy the night she died?

-No. Course you didn't.

-Who the hell do you think you are?

Coming in here, accusing me of all sorts, eh?

Lee, he's full of it. Come on, let's just go to the police.

And say what? I've just told you what happened.

We'll tell them about the key as well.

And about you sneaking around the flat where Lucy's blood was found.

How do we know you weren't in there the night she died?

Well, what are you trying to say? I told you, we had a stupid row.

She kicked off, I never see her again, I swear!

You. I thought you were supposed to be my mate.

Jake is already banged up for killing Lucy.

-He swears he's innocent.

-Do you really think that I'm capable of murder? Do ya?

No. No. We ain't saying that.

-Maybe it was an accident.

-Nah, nah, nah.

You ain't pinning this on me just because your alky mate says that he's innocent.

-Come on, Billy. Just tell us what you're hiding.

-Get out!

What, did she have something on you? Or maybe she turned you down.

Get out!

The key, Billy. You never gave us it back.

Sling your hook.

Emma? Yeah, it's only me.

Er, yeah, it's going really well with Lauren.

Listen, I don't know if you're back at work already

but why don't you come over later?

Abi's going to be staying with her mum, so...

Er, yeah, so maybe I'll see you later.

All right, Lauren. Where are you going?

Lauren, don't be like this. This is stupid. Just give me five minutes.

That's all I'm asking, all right? Five minutes, and if you don't

like what I've got to say, that's it, I'll leave you alone.

-DOOR CLOSES

-Pops? Pops.

-We've got a visitor.

-Hey.

Hey. Hello, Mrs Coker.

Ain't got that tenner, have you, for the pizza bloke?

You could have this tomorrow. I made a casserole to celebrate you passing your trial.

Oh, thank you, that's very kind of you.

Tending the dead isn't for the faint-hearted, Billy.

I think your grandad may have found his calling.

And how are my two favourite girlies? Oh, look at you!

-You sorted it out?

-Yes, yes. Sorted.

-Was it about the electric?

-Lo!

I'm really sorry, I don't mean to be rude but I've got to nip out.

I've got to go and check the rota at the chippy.

But Lola's here. I mean, stay and have a cup of tea if you want.

-I won't be long.

-Oh, yes, I think I will!

Les is out with his cronies to a dinner do,

and I don't want to be stuck in on my own, do I?

There you go, then. Stick the kettle on, Lo. Won't be long.

Bye.

All right?

Yeah. You?

Yeah.

I...I got my job.

Trial at Mr Coker's.

-Oh, congrats, man.

-Thanks.

Look, they're all having pizza in there.

Hawaiian Special.

Anyway, see ya.

Mick told me what happened. So did you get a written confession?

-Ain't funny, Shirl!

-Look, Billy Mitchell is many things but he's not a killer.

Well, he was lying about something. It was obvious.

Yeah. It did feel like he was holding something back.

That don't make him a murderer. You put yourselves on the line, for what?

Yeah, for once I agree with Shirley.

We can't keep going round in circles.

You went and had it out with him. So, now what?

There is only one thing to do. Go to the police.

-Yeah, and I still say let it go.

-This is doing my nut in.

Where're you going?

Shop. I need a sugar fix.

I dunno. What do you reckon, Dad?

You know we're behind you. It's just...

The old bill are going to want to know why you've changed your story.

Billy could say you've been putting the screws on him.

I just want you to be sure.

Billy.

I just wanted to say, this...

this is nothing personal.

Nothing personal?! Are you having a laugh?

Just be straight with me, all right? Is there anything you ain't telling us?

No!

How do you know your poxy nephew

-ain't got nothing to do with this, eh?

-Lee?

-Yeah, Lee!

He was the one who was following Lucy that night.

You want to think about that, eh?

-Come on, the house ain't going to clean itself.

-I just finished work!

Just get off your lazy backside.

Phil! I'm in trouble.

-Everything all right?

-Yeah. Yeah, everything's fine.

-Billy's taking his time.

-Er, yeah, you wouldn't mind watching Janet?

I'm just going to put Lexi's pyjamas on, if you don't mind.

Hello?

Pops, it's me. Will you just call me back, all right?

One minute, my day's going great,

next minute I've got the Carters mob-handed at the door!

Just calm down and tell me why.

-They said I had something to do with Lucy's murder!

-What?!

DOOR CLOSES

The front door was wide open.

Anyone could have walked in.

How are you feeling?

Erm, yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Denny wants another DVD.

-Do you want another painkiller?

-Stop fussing.

Jay, Jay, put the kettle on, will you? Billy, go with him.

You look tired.

Well, I don't know how. I've hardly lifted a finger for weeks.

Look, Phil, just keep the doors locked, eh? It's better to be careful.

Sharon, you're safe, all right? I promise you.

Like I said, I'm fine. It's just common sense.

Just call me if you need anything, yeah?

Yeah.

Why the hell would they accuse you of murdering Lucy?

-Well, answer the question.

-All right, all right!

The night she died...

..she caught me nicking fish from the chippy.

She threatened to tell Ian so we had this blazing row and...

well, I thought no-one else knew, but then...

Lee Carter says that he seen us arguing.

Did he hear what the row was about?

-You sure?

-Yeah, I'm...positive.

What did you tell him?

I just made up some story about her giving me grief

about having to wait for her chips.

Did he believe you?

-Ain't much of a story.

-I didn't have time to think, you know?

Well, it's just your word against Lee's, ain't it?

Keep your mouth shut about the stolen fish,

you've got nothing to worry about.

Well, is there something else?

Spit it out, will ya?

I had a key...

to Tina's flat.

A spare key, I had it from Butcher's Joints.

Don't tell us you was in there, please.

Well, were you?

Billy, tell us the facts, come on!

I was rigging the switchboard.

I was running our leccy off of their meter.

Tina caught me in there the other day red-handed. Now they all think I was in the flat the night Lucy died.

Jay...

..get lost for a minute, will you?

Just do it.

So what happened after the row?

Nothing. She took off.

Billy, if you're hiding something, I need to know.

Are you seriously asking me if I killed her?!

-You said she threatened to go to Ian.

-Yes, but, Phil...

I know, I know how much you need that job.

You seriously think I'd kill a young girl for a poxy job at a chippy?!

Come on, Phil!

I know I've done a lot of bad things in my time, but I'm not a killer!

What about Lee? Did he say...? Did he say anything else before he left?

Do you think he would have gone straight to the old bill?

Not sure. I've only just chucked 'em out, ain't I?

Where you going?

To the Vic.

See if I can't sort out your mess.

Well, this was worth it(!)

Well, there's only so many times I can say "sorry", Lauren.

-I know. I just want you to mean it.

-Yeah, and I do mean it.

I came to see you earlier to talk about it, and you just...

You weren't bothered at all.

Yeah, well, I'm here now, all right?

That's all that matters. So, let's talk.

All right, fine. Er, why did you sleep with my best mate?

Cos I have not stopped thinking about it.

I keep thinking, you know, all the times she must've been lying to me.

Or sneaking around behind my back with you.

And I am still so angry with her!

Hi. Tea to go, please.

What do you want me to say, Lauren?

All right, it was wrong

-and it shouldn't have happened.

-Well, why did it?

Because she was vulnerable. And I was weak.

She was messed up. And you were taking advantage.

Yeah, I couldn't help myself.

Do you know how disgusting that is?

Yes. All right, Lauren? I do. And... it ain't easy talking about it.

I just never thought about all the people it could hurt.

All you do is hurt people, though, Dad.

Mum. Bradley.

I mean, what kind of person sleeps with their son's girlfriend?

You ain't never going to change.

All you care about is yourself, Dad.

You're the most selfish person I've ever met.

Oh, cavalry's arrived.

-You been to the old bill?

-Not yet.

I do hope you ain't come here to cause agg, Phil.

I ain't come here for any aggro here, mate. I ain't Billy's baby sitter either.

-Why are you here, then?

-Billy told me what happened the night,

what REALLY happened the night that Lucy died.

He said that you lot came on a bit heavy.

And, well, he panicked. Didn't know what to say.

But what really happened is, the night that Lucy died,

she gave it the big I am.

Went in the chippy. Tried to take some money out the till.

-Why would she do that?

-Got no idea.

Billy don't know either.

Maybe she wanted some coke or something like that.

Anyway, Billy was worried that he was going to get the blame

for the money going out the till. So he stopped her.

She flipped, and he slung her out.

-So why didn't he tell us that in the first place?

-Cos he's stupid.

Yeah. You're not wrong.

Anyway, if you do go to the old bill,

that's what he's going to tell 'em.

You got to ask yourself, is it worth it?

They found her blood in the kitchen, didn't they?

That's what I read.

So if you were messing about with wires...

..then that's where your prints will be.

By the electric box.

So just tell them you went nowhere near the kitchen.

Where you going? Oi, Bill!

-I knew he was holding something back.

-What if Phil's lying?

It fits, though. What Phil said about Lucy. It could easily explain what happened that night.

In that case, think about Ian.

You go to the police, word's bound to get out.

Does he really need to know his daughter was trying to steal from him the night she died?

Are you just going to stand there like a lemon?

Well, I don't know any more.

-Are you really that gullible?

-Look, I've made my decision.

-Look, it's not worth it.

-Lee!

-Nance, just let it go. Please.

-I'll go to the police myself.

-Listen to me, don't go dragging my boy

into this. He's made his decision. You're going to respect it.

Maybe Mick's right. What's it going to achieve?

As much as we believe Jake's innocent, I just think we're clutching at straws blaming Billy.

Can everyone just drop it, please?

Just let her cool off.

You OK?

-Usual?

-Yeah, I want to ask you a favour first.

I'm having a photo shoot set up at Blades tomorrow.

-I wondered if you'd be a model.

-Me?!

Yeah. Don't look so surprised. You'd be perfect.

Now's not really a good time, Dean.

What if I can't ever trust you again?

Look, I know it ain't going to happen overnight, Lauren.

Look, I miss you. And Abi misses you. Tramp, he misses you.

Look, just one last chance, that's all I'm asking. OK?

-And you can move home any time you like.

-Don't push it.

All right. I'll leave you to it, shall I? OK?

-Peter, listen, I'm really sorry, I just wanted to...

-It's fine. It's fine, I understand.

-Really?

-Yeah. I mean, he's your dad. What're you going to do?

You fancy the pub? My shout.

-Yeah, all right.

-PHONE RINGS

-Everything all right?

-Yeah.

DOOR CLOSES

What the hell are you doing? I swear to God, you come near me...

I was just bringing them back, OK?

Get out.

Lexi went out like a light.

Oh, wow! Who did this?

Oh, wow, who's that meant to be then?

-Oh! It's Billy and Les, isn't it? In their best bib and tucker.

-Is it?

It's very good!

Erm, Pam, you couldn't do me a big favour, could you?

-I don't believe this!

-What was I meant to do? Tie him to the chair?

Where've you been?

Well, anyway, I think I managed to get through to Lee, so...

all you've got to do is get a grip and sit tight, yeah?

-Well, don't say "thanks" or anything, will you(?)

-I've blown it, Phil.

I'm, er, sorry if I was a bit off before.

I've been meaning to say...

all that stuff you heard last week, after my party,

do me a favour and keep it to yourself?

The kids don't know we ain't married...

No, course.

But that being said, one good turn does deserve another.

-How about that photo shoot?

-My modelling days are long gone.

You actually modelled? You've definitely still got it.

And what would you know?

I know that some women get more stunning with age. Elle Macpherson,

-Cindy Crawford, Linda Carter...

-SHE LAUGHS

I mean, what is it that grandad says?

"The older the berry, the sweeter the juice."

-Now I know what he meant!

-If Mick hears you talking like that.

Oh, I've asked Lauren and Whitney as well.

You want me to pose with a couple of girls half my age?

-You've got to be joking.

-Come on.

They've got nothing on you. You show 'em how it's done.

You would be doing me a massive, massive favour as well.

I've blown the budget on the photographer.

He's good. He's really good.

-Go on, then.

-Yeah?

That's great!

I've just caught Billy in our kitchen.

-Doing what?

-He said he was returning these...

Now, we go to the police.

-I back you up, don't I? I back you up and you make me look like a total mug.

-It ain't like that!

If Sharon weren't upstairs I'd kick you round this kitchen.

-Please, listen to me,

-Nah, nah, nah! You listen to me, yeah?

I want to know everything that happened the night Lucy died.

-I told you I didn't do it.

-One!

One more lie out of you, and you - listen to me - you're on your own!

I swear to ya! I swear, I never touched her!

If my own family start doubting me, what's that lot out there going to think, eh?

-So what was you doing over there then?

-Wiping prints.

Why?

Because I was in the kitchen as well. More than once.

I nicked the odd tin of beans, some eggs...

You are unbelievable.

My prints could be anywhere, couldn't they?

So what?

Billy, you are a world-class idiot, you know that?

The old bill would've dusted that place from top to bottom months ago.

They ain't going to go back now, are they? What was you thinking?

-I don't know.

-Well, you might as well go and hand yourself in.

-What?

Well, the Carters are bound to go to the old bill now, ain't they?

-What are you doing?

-Calling Ritchie, that's what I'm doing. Calling Ritchie.

Calling her about what?

I'm a bit surprised to see you back here...

after what you might've heard in the cafe.

Who am I to judge?

I, erm, I don't want to come between you and your family, though.

Course you won't.

PHONE RINGS

I've just got to see who it is.

I've just got to see who it is. Just hold on.

What, is it work?

-You ever feel like life's just passing you by?

-All right, grandad!

Just I had plans. Inca trail. Great Barrier reef. Not...

shacked up in some dingy flat up to my eyes in nappies.

Well, at least you don't live with your nan.

-What is up?

-Nothing. I just thought I'd have more to look forward to.

That's more like it.

-I'd better go.

-Wait!

I can't let this one go.

It's a bit late in the day, though, now, eh? Go tomorrow instead.

Why, so you can talk him out of it?

Tosh. I'll go to the police first thing in the morning. I promise.

He'll be OK.

I was struggling.

Having an extra mouth to feed.

No, I believe you, Pops. It'll be all right anyway, won't it, Phil?

The police will see that he didn't kill her, right?

KNOCK AT DOOR

I'm sorry, Lo.

I've let you down.

You, Janet, Lexi.

No, you wouldn't have got yourself into this mess if...

if I'd have been bringing money in.

Hey, no, no, no. Don't be silly.

All right? Don't you ever think like that.

Jay, go stick the telly on. Lola, go with him.

Go on. It's all right.

This is bread and butter stuff for Ritchie.

I haven't a clue.

She asked me to mind the girls and off she went.

-Eh?

-SHE CHUCKLES

He's not here either!

Oh, yes.

Oh, Janet's been as good as gold.

Well, she's fast asleep now.

-CUP SMASHES

-Oh, fiddlesticks!...

No, I'm fine. I just broke a cup.

I'll call you back, Les.

Oh, Pamela!

Cards on the table, it doesn't look good.

OK, so I was in the flat, right.

There's no denying that. But why would they think I'd be in there with Lucy? I mean, it don't make sense.

What if she was never in the flat?

But they found her blood and her earring.

You had a key. They could accuse you of putting them there to frame Jake.

HE SCOFFS That's ridiculous!

What, you don't think they'd stitch you up?

-But, Jake...

-Jake was so off his head the night Lucy died

he could hardly stand up. They stitched him up.

You don't think they'd do it to you?

They can't pin this one on me.

For once in my life I got too much to lose.

I've got a family to look after.

And what about Janet, eh?

I've only just got her back. What happens to her if I go down?

-What about the key? Could anyone else have got hold of it?

-No.

No-one else knew about it. Was only me.

You're not the only one who lives in the flat, though, are you?

There's Peter.

I think I'll leave you just for a minute.

I don't get it.

What about Peter?

You could say...

that he knew about the key.

I mean, he could've got his hands on it the night that...

that Lucy was killed. Couldn't he?

That's sick.

Don't you think that poor kid's been through enough already?

Well, the way I see it is that Peter...

Peter...

he's your only way out.

It's either him...or you.

'Of course I'm listening to you, darling.

'I haven't missed a word that's come out that lovely

'little mouth of yours since 1992.'

-Are you nervous?

-Nah.

'Don't get trappy with me. Mick Carter, and don't walk away when I'm talking to you!'

This is what living in a broken home feels like.

Any of you seen my car keys?

And you're 100% sure this won't make him a suspect?

Just go to your photo shoot, get your hair done,

have a giggle with the girls...

-I'm going to do that while our son's being questioned(!)

-Dad, shall we just go?

Yeah, please Lee. Please.

We ain't decided yet!

Mum, I'm going, all right? Everything'll be OK.

KNOCKING

Who's that?

KNOCKING CONTINUES

All right! All right, all right!

You'll have the glass in!

Has he done it yet?

No.

Well, don't.

If this don't come from Billy, it ain't going to look good, is it?

Should have owned up himself, then, shouldn't he?

-Hear him out.

-He'll do it now.

All right? I'll go round there and we'll call 'em.

Is this cos Billy got caught in the flat? Cos that don't look good, does it?

No, it don't look good. And he's an idiot. But he's innocent.

I'm trying to find a way that works for everyone.

And how does this work for us?

Well, we'll keep Lee's name out of it.

I mean, changing a statement - that don't look good, either, does it?

If it means you don't have to go in...

This is on you, son.

An hour. This has got to come from Billy.

I should not have stayed the night.

That's all right - Abi ain't back till later.

-It's the people out there I'm worried about.

-It's all right.

We'll just put a jacket over your head, you know, people leaving court, they have a...

Have your breakfast, at least.

I don't have time... Oh.

Bill, I've had a word with the Carters...

All right, Phil!

Who else would have a knock like that, eh?

Cuppa tea, Phil?

Shouldn't you be on the stall?

Did Dad send you?

Erm, Bill, can you tell Lo I've gone to work?

I'm sure she'd prefer it if you told her your...

The Carters have agreed to letting us make the call.

I'm not sure about this, Phil.

So what do you want to do - wait here, wait for the old bill to come and nick you?

-Sirens blazing an' all that?

-No, but...

You want Janet to see that, do you?

No... Ritchie will protect me, right?

As long as you say what needs to be said.

Yeah, hello. Yeah, my name's Billy Mitchell.

I think I might have some information

about the murder of Lucy Beale.

It's been an hour.

As if he was going to go through with it anyway!

Well, he seemed confident, so...

I can't see Billy Mitchell standing up to him, somehow.

I don't see why it matters either way.

-I thought you was going to do the right thing?

-Hold up.

Text from Phil.

It's done! The police are coming over later to interview him.

I don't have to go through with it?

Don't just walk off.

How do you know Billy's going to tell the truth? He's probably just going to lie again.

Well, I for one am going to keep the faith!

So, L - go and be a super model.

Nance - go and whack on a pair of manky shorts.

Lee - you're with me, bar duty. Come on!

He better not give us any weird hairdos.

I don't want any rank photos of us hanging round Walford.

Can you imagine?

Lauren? Back in the room?

Sorry. It's just, the car lot's still not open.

He's probably got someone round there, knowing him.

Oi! It's not even like that.

He was actually saying yesterday that he missed me.

You just want to forgive and forget

so that you don't have to spend another night with Cora snoring.

No. No, I don't forgive him! Not at all.

I dunno, he just seemed... he just seemed lonely.

There it is, look. Parsley.

You're right. It is a bit soon.

Yeah. Bit embarrassing, really.

You know you like someone when you start using garnish.

Oi!

You, um, you said Abi's back later.

Er, yeah.

She'll probably come in, dump her bag, then go straight to Jay's.

I'll be lucky if I get a peck on the cheek, to be honest.

Lauren'll come back too, you know?

I was just like that at her age.

Once she's made her point...

PHONE RINGS

Oh, sorry...

It's work.

Summerhayes?

No, no, I was just...

No. No, I don't have a problem, I just...

Irving's been replaced, and, er...

My God, my new guvnor has hated me since we got our shoulder numbers.

Why have they got rid of him?

I can't say...but, um...

I've got to go.

All right. See you later.

Bye.

41 minutes late on his first day.

And it's only three from his flat to our door, Birdie.

I'm sure there's an explanation, Les.

Yeah(!)

RINGING

I want to hear it. You heard Ritchie, you've got no choice.

-Lola's in.

-If you can't convince me, you've got no chance of convincing the old bill, have you?

-Phil, I know what I've got to say, all right?

-Well, then say it!

Lola is in the bedroom, all right!

-Well, then, maybe Lola ought to hear it.

-What?!

-Lola! Get out here!

-What you doing!?

If the old bill are going to question her, she needs to know what to tell 'em, don't she?

-Lola!

-All right! What's all the shouting about!?

I'm trying to get Lexi to sleep in here, you know.

Billy's got something to tell you.

What?

-Is it about yesterday?

-Yeah.

The old bill are going to come and interview me about Lucy.

But they know it was just a row, right?

Yeah. But I've got to tell 'em about the key.

It seems only fair to point out that...

Peter had access to the flat as well.

You want to...you want to drag Peter into this?

Only to muddy the water.

Yeah, but I don't get it. What's it got to do with him?

The key was in this flat. I mean, he does live here.

Yeah, I know that, but he's never been up...

-Are you setting him up?!

-No! No, we're not, Lo.

You said it would be fine, you said everything would be fine!

He's been in there, broken! You know that!

You've got to back Billy up on this.

He lies in there crying, night after night, and you want to go and make it ten times worse?

No-one wants this, Lo. He's a good kid!

But you're innocent, so why do you need to lie for?!

There's being innocent, and there's looking innocent, ain't there?

I don't know why I'm listening to this! We're supposed to be a family.

She'll come round.

I'm going to be late for work.

Make sure you're round mine by one o'clock, yeah?

-What's the problem?

-It's just been a tough morning.

Listen. She ain't going to do it.

Right.

Can't you just find someone else?

Yeah. I'll have to... I'll have to make it work.

You're really tugging on my heart strings here.

It can't be that bad?

Well, you know, I've gone to town on this - photographer, stylist. I'm in for about two grand, Mick.

All right, all right. I'll have one more go, all right?

Beautiful.

I've said, conversation over.

Look, listen, baby...

It's just, the kid, he's got a lot riding on this.

Money, hopes and dreams, and you know...

-You remember them, don't you?

-That's emotional blackmail.

-Is it working?

-No!

I know who goes in that salon and it ain't mothers with three kids.

It's trendies with tattoos everywhere

-and their whole lives ahead of them. I'll look stupid!

-Get in there, please!

Dean ain't going to let that happen. He's going to make you look beautiful.

Yeah, Mum. He's going to turn you into a proper hipster!

He'll get you a big pair of clompy shoes and a fixed gear bike.

You can shut your mouth an' all. You're going, for moral support.

Well, that's emotional blackmail again, isn't it?

He's a good kid. And he just wants his Auntie Linda's help.

OK.

-Yes?

-Yeah, she's going to do it. She's going do it.

Thank you. And thank you. I promise...

-it'll be a day you remember.

-It better be.

All right. Just go and enjoy yourself. Go on.

I must be mad.

You heard of knocking?

Been stood in your kitchen ages.

Yeah, well, I stayed in here for a reason.

How can you stitch Peter up, Phil,

when he took Lexi in as if she was his own?

When the old bill find out Billy had an argument with Lucy...

He was scared, weren't he?

..had access to her flat and still didn't say anything...

Yeah, well, we all had access! Are they going to start pointing the finger at me an' all?

..and with his criminal record, they'll take him to the cleaners.

On top of that, you know what people are like round here.

I don't care. Let 'em talk.

What, you think he'll still have a job with Ian Beale?

Eh? Or even at the undertakers, come to that?

No-one's going to want their Auntie Doris buried by

some suspected murderer, are they?

Peter's my boyfriend, Phil.

Well, you'd better work out what the most important thing is.

Your latest fella, or the man who took you in...

..like you was his own.

Hiya! You made it out, then.

You two look nice.

Yeah. Oh, he's a genius! Wait till he does you.

(Don't worry, they're going to look proper butters next to you.)

We're never going to get it looking this good at home, are we?

No, he's going to have to come round mine every morning.

No point in that, he might as well just stay round every night.

Can't believe a woman edits this! That's like gender cannibalism.

One day I'll get you in a lovely A-line dress.

Nah, you're all right.

Oi, Mum, if you're really not feeling this,

shall we go for a pint instead?

You just dragged me here, told me it would cheer me up!

No, you're right. Sorry, sorry.

You reckon this is going to be proper, then, or just Fats with a disposable?

Imagine!

They're here! Ladies, this is Ali, make-up,

her assistant, Gerard, and our wonderful photographer, Philip.

Let's have a look at you.

Oh! Very nice. Let's tuck it in at the sides a bit more, yeah?

Will someone get these girls a drink?

This is supposed to be a party!

Right, now, I want you to take your lead off Linda.

She used to be a professional model,

and I'm sure there's a lot you can learn off her.

Right, trouble, let's get you styled.

Thought it was your first day?

Oh, I weren't in the mood.

That's normal. It's work, isn't it?

That's why they have to pay you to do it.

What's up?

Nothing. Listen, I'm...

No, no. Tell me.

How comes I don't see you talking to Lola any more?

I mean, you don't even say goodbye in the mornings.

She walks past the stall like six times a day.

Yeah, but you used to give her a little kiss, didn't you?

Make a point of it.

What, and this is why you're sat up in here?

Well, it just seems like you don't want to be around any more.

Yeah, well, I can move out if you like,

if I'm bringing you down.

Don't be stupid. You know that would break Lola's heart.

Look, I help out round the flat.

I've been hassling Dean, trying to get her a job.

I'm always helping out with Lexi.

I'm sorry I don't always do it with a smile on my face,

but at least I'm there.

Yeah, you are. Look, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that I came over.

You know that Jake's trial's just around the corner?

Peter...Pete...

Ever since you've come back, you've had something on your nut.

You've had the Army thing, you've had the Lucy thing.

All right? It's over now.

It don't feel like it.

Listen, you're a free man now, OK?

You've got your plumbing course coming up.

Excuse me while I wet myself in excitement.

Hold up. I thought you wanted to do the plumbing thing?

You don't want to stay on here.

Well, you've got Nancy to do that, haven't you?

Johnny's going to become Rumpole,

I'm going to sit there cultivating a massive Derby.

All right? I thought I know where we was all going.

You know? I thought I knew where you were going.

I don't know, I never have.

That's why I joined the Army - something to do.

All right, so plumbing's just something to do.

What you need is some fun.

Yes.

Yes, yes! So why don't we go to the salon?

We'll go and see your mother and Whitney.

No, no, no, no. She hates me.

She's got the hump. I don't blame her.

You chose her pal over her.

Treacles don't take too fondly to that.

I'm not going to push it, I'm just going to say to you now,

sometimes you've got to pick something and stick to it.

OK? Whether or not it's the right thing or not. Stop drifting.

It's a form of habit.

Now get that down you, liver.

It is such a shame to sit inside with Carol all night

-when your hair's done like this.

-Yeah, I know.

We should at least go to the Vic.

Well, you'd better prepare to get monstrously chirpsed by my brother.

Yeah, he can try.

Oh, shut up, don't act like you don't fall for the chat!

You can talk! Your dad says, "Oh, I'm really lonely," and you go,

-"That's all right, I forgive you."

-Oi! No. I said I ain't forgiven him yet.

Yeah, yet!

You get this close to the girls?

Yeah, course. It's my job.

Amazed you didn't get set upon.

Think they've got a bit of a crush.

Shut up.

Are you seeing anyone at the minute?

No-one special.

-I'll let 'em know.

-You'll do no such thing.

You look beautiful, Linda.

Oh, come on, you're a lot worse than me.

You wait. She's going to be all over your brother like a rash.

No! He's not interested in me. He was interested in Lucy.

I know it sounds harsh, but he'd have got bored of her weeks ago.

And, I'm sorry, but he'll get bored of you an' all.

Just be warned.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you... Linda C.

Pops!

There's our man.

And that's his granddaughter, Lola.

-Look, I know what you're going to say.

-I think you should do it.

It's like Phil said,

you're just giving them more to think about, right?

It don't mean Peter's guilty any more than it means you are.

But he's your boyfriend, Lo.

Boyfriend? Pops, he hasn't spoken to me properly in ages.

He could just get up and leave me for all I know.

But you...

I can't lose you, Pops. I can't.

Come here.

Oi, you ain't going to lose me.

-I'm scared they're going to take you away.

-They won't. All right?

Promise. then? Promise me you'll do it, please?

Guess we should go in.

Give him a chance to take his jacket off...get nervous.

I've met him a few times. He's well-known within the community.

He's liked as far as I can tell.

I don't want anything from the old investigation to cloud my thinking,

including any opinions you might have.

Ritchie.

Billy. How you doing?

You clear on what to say?

Yeah. Peter had access. I saw him with the keys.

And I saw him leaving the flat a couple of times.

KNOCKING

Try and look relaxed, will you?

Don't offer up unnecessary detail. Keep it simple, you'll be fine.

He's through there.

Miss Scott.

We were expecting DS Bryant.

What a nice surprise, then.

OK, well...DI Keeble,

this is my client, Billy Mitchell.

You've met DC Summerhayes.

Yeah.

Thank you for seeing us away from the station.

We hear you might have something to tell us about Lucy Beale?

Yeah, um... See, I...

I might have...

..I did have an argument with her the night she died.

Why are they wearing all that make-up?

Hang on, Ugly Betty speaks. What's the matter, cuz?

Nah, I'm just saying that if what you're selling is haircuts,

well, I don't understand why they have to be covered in slap with all that skin on show.

What if I got involved as well, huh? Make you feel better?

Here, budge over!

Honestly, Nance, you've got to lose the chip.

It's just good, clean family fun.

Lucy said that she was going tell her dad about me taking the fish

and that I'd get the sack probably.

Then she left and...

and I never saw her again.

Why didn't you tell us sooner?

That's not all.

I, er... I also had a spare key to the flat upstairs.

Had a spare key?

Yeah...

When I realised I was going to be talking to you, I thought,

what with the argument over the fish and the spare key,

that you might stitch me up.

We're not in the business of stitching people up.

Yeah, but you don't think like that, do you? I panicked.

I put it back in the flat.

Did anyone else have access to this key? Your family, maybe?

No.

No, I, erm, I kept it on my key ring.

Nobody else knew about it.

-These are amazing.

-Yeah, I know. Profile pictures, all of them.

-Come and have a look, Lind!

-Might wait for the prints.

Fair enough. Right, what we having, girls? My treat.

-No! This one's on us, innit?

-Hm.

To say thanks. It's been such a nice day!

Besides, I think the landlady can throw in a free bottle for his troubles.

And that, Lee, is how you get the keg in the cellar, you know what I mean?

Shut up! We've not even had a delivery!

-Busted!

-Er, excuse me! Have you not noticed something different?

Oh, the hair! Look at it!

Oi, Maestro, that is the business!

No. I've got to give it to you, cuz. She does look amazing.

The rubber stamp from Germaine Greer! I can die a happy man.

Shut up!

You look gorgeous!

No time like the present, son. What's the matter with you? Get involved.

You look bang tidy today.

I always look bang tidy. Don't I?

Today. Every day, the next day.

Easy, easy - this is turning into a relationship!

Oh, Lee, do you know what - you'd be so lucky.

Grab a glass, everyone!

To Dean!

To the best hairdresser in the world!

Yeah, to the strongest canister on the Square!

Cheers!

Well, thank you, Mr Mitchell. You've been helpful.

We'll have to call you in to make a formal statement,

so don't go running off.

Well, I think it's safe to say you've put yourself front

and centre of their enquiry.

Do you, er...do you want to tell me what happened there?

I couldn't drop him in it, Phil. Not to save myself.

I ain't like you.

You what?

If I'd said his name...him and Lola, they've already got problems.

He'd leave.

That might not mean that much to you, but that's my family in that flat.

While Peter's living there, well, he's as good as mine.

And it should be the same to you.

Got one thing to say to you, Billy - you're a total mug.

No, I ain't. Cos I just done the right thing.

And you know what, I can walk out of here with my head held high.

And that's exactly what I'm going to do.

Yes, the key's back in the flat, according to Mr Mitchell.

OK. Meet me there in ten.

Albert Square doesn't change. It's still full of liars.

What do you mean?

You didn't get an inkling one of Mr Beale's own employees

was holding all that back?

-Well, he didn't do anything to...

-Oh, come on, Emma! You're supposed to be our eyes here.

You give this lot a chance, they'll run rings around you.

Do better.

Peter. How you doing?

You going to pay for that?

Hm-mm. Look...

I spoke to Lola, and I'm going to cook dinner tonight.

Great. Yeah. I appreciate that. Sure she will an' all.

-Billy?

-Mrs Coker!

I'm so sorry about today. Is Mr Coker mad at me?

-He was ever so upset with you, Billy.

-Yeah, yeah.

So am I. I found this in your kitchen.

I was going to show it to Les, but maybe you've got an explanation?

-Yeah, yeah, of course I have. Do you fancy having a cup of tea?

-Yes.

Two teas, please, Marie. Here you are, look.

I've dressed more than I can count, Billy. Most you forget.

Faces in a crowd. But the ones that go before their time...

I shall never forget Lucy.

Such a pretty girl.

Have you shown these to anyone?

Not yet.

Good.

Cos the thing is...

they're Peter's.

Peter's?

I hid them cos all he does is look at them, Pam.

We'll be watching telly and he'll be flicking through...

Of course they're Peter's. What was I thinking?

I could see what it was doing to Lola, so I hid 'em.

Anyway, Peter went mental. Tore the flat apart.

Did more harm than good.

Give them back to him, Billy. Let him grieve, however he needs to.

Yeah, yeah, I will.

And listen, tell Les I'll be in as soon as I've sorted all this out.

I will.

And Pat...I won't tell Peter that you took them.

Keep it our secret.

Oh...right.

I'll have to get you your own drawer at this rate.

I'm not staying.

It's all right. Abi ain't back for another couple of hours.

-I'm not worried about Abi.

-Well, Lauren's hardly going to show, is she?

I don't want to meet your kids, Max!

My new boss has just laid into me. She reckons I've been negligent.

All right. Well, you'll win her round.

Yeah, but she's right, though, isn't she?! All this sneaking around!

You can see Ian Beale's house from your front door!

-You're just getting worked up.

-Yeah, with good reason!

Look, I'm sorry, Max,

but I've come to tell you that I can't see you any more.

I'm sorry.

I still think it's a shame.

That new style - I thought it was a strong look.

Yeah, well, I ain't betraying Mario. He's been doing my hair for years.

Yeah, all right, all right. Calm down.

I knew yesterday would make me feel old. Should never have let you talk me into doing it.

You know, my favourite part of the day is waking up,

and looking at you...

with no foundation, no lippy...

Just you. The bit no-one else gets to see.

Thanks for breakfast, Phil.

What, you waiting for the knock?

Yeah, well, he did the decent thing.

Decent?

-Right, should we get out of here, then?

-Yeah. See ya later.

Egg and cress.

That's 20 quid.

How did it go with the police?

Bin men should have come by now, shouldn't they?

-What?

-Nothing.

Come on, watch your step. Down we go.

There we go.

Can we go to the clothes shop?

Pops. That's that copper, ain't it?

Yeah.

Could you watch the stall?

-Yeah.

-Thanks.

Are you here to see my dad?

-And you are?

-Peter.

Beale.

Sorry for your loss. Can we go in?

They're going to tell them about me and Lucy, ain't they?

You don't know that.

Come on, you must have a favourite.

Yeah, but there's just, you know, so many to choose from.

Check out the one with the dog-eared page.

He can't be serious.

It's the police.

You always just say "fine"!

That's because it is! Now come on, we're going to be late.

-Right, Dad. What do you think? How do I look?

-Er, yeah, fine.

Accept it! You look fine! East London University ain't going to know what's hit it.

Now come on, Abs, please.

-All right, Dad, I'll see you later.

-All right, see you later.

-Bye.

-Cheers, mate.

Hold up. You two need a lift anywhere or anything?

Probably be easier to get a train, won't it?

Jay, would you calm down, all right?

You could make it less obvious what uni you want me to go to.

I'm impartial, all right? It's completely up to you.

You can go to a university in London that's got 16.8 million people living in it alone,

or you can go to Liverpool.

The choice is completely yours.

Lauren?

What's all this?

Er, me moving back home?

Here you go. Oh, you did say two sugars, didn't you?

Yeah. Perfect. Thanks.

So there's a bit to update you on. Some of it promising...

I don't want to seem rude or anything, but where's DCI Irving?

He's been assigned to another division.

We've got a new DCI and I've been drafted in as their man on the ground so in future...

Hey, hey... aren't you supposed to have continuity or something?

Well, it can be a good thing to change up an investigation.

-So who's been demoted? Him or you?

-Peter.

You, um... You said you'd got some updates for us.

Due to new witness statements,

it's looking like the CPS won't proceed with the prosecution

and the defence have applied for bail.

-I don't understand, sorry.

-You're letting Jake go?

If he gets bail, he could be out by the end of the week.

You're letting the man who killed my daughter go free?

No, we're not doing that. I don't think we've found them yet.

So what changed your mind?

So what are these new statements, then?

I can't go into that

but they have cast doubt on Mr Stone's involvement.

Why can't you go into it?

We are making progress, Mr Beale.

Hang on - you've had the wrong person locked up for weeks, right,

-and you call that progress?!

-Ian.

Well, at least it'll stop us wasting time pursuing the wrong suspect.

I knew he wasn't guilty! I've said it all along. Haven't I, Dad?

-How come I know more than you?

-We're never going to get them, are we?

-They're just going to be out there, laughing at us.

-Course they are.

I bet you don't even have a suspect, do you?

You haven't got a clue.

We understand that this is a very emotional time for all of you.

-Is this why Irving got taken off the case?

-It was decided that a fresh pair of eyes...

Oh, don't give them that training manual bull.

OK, the CPS aren't going to prosecute Mr Stone

and, yes, I appreciate that's painful.

But your daughter's killer isn't laughing.

They have been.

They've been sitting back, watching us go after Mr Stone. But now?

It's bad news for you.

But it's terrifying for them.

Pops.

What's taking them so long?

Look, I know you didn't do anything wrong,

but you're stood here and you don't half look suspicious.

I'm a bloke, ain't I? I'm out with my family.

If they are telling them in there,

do you really want to be around to find out?

No. Well, how about you take Janet down your allotment

and I'll call you when they come out, all right?

Come on.

And I was just laying there last night,

Nan snoring her head off. I was thinking of all the rules

that I'd have to lay down if I did come back here.

So, no secrets. No lies.

Yeah, course.

And then I thought, what is the point?

Why am I going to give you rules that you're just going to break?

You know, you're you. I'm me.

We've either got to get on with it or...

that's it.

So what are you saying?

I'm saying that after my shift, I'd like to come back here.

Yeah.

Come here.

You all right?

Hmm. Following me now, are you? You weirdo.

Oh, come on. Your place to here's 100 yards away.

Following someone 100 yards ain't weird. But if I followed you to work, however...

OK... Now, you see this thing you've got going on here, this chat.

Has it ever got results, or what?

All right, all right. Look, to tell you the truth, I wanted...

Look, I wanted to ask you out for a drink or something.

I think I made myself clear yesterday, Lee, OK?

I'm no-one's flavour of the week.

No-one's.

Oi! Know when you're beaten.

Ow!

Investigations can hit walls. No new calls. No new leads.

We are nowhere near that. We have fresh lines of inquiry.

We're still out there looking for Lucy's phone and her purse.

-We will find the person who did this.

-If they haven't left the country.

-KNOCK ON DOOR

-I'll just...

These new witnesses. Do we know them?

I would ask you to let us do our job.

We will inform you as soon as there's something you should hear.

It's Emma.

Sorry I'm late.

Summerhayes.

We'll let ourselves out.

Have they, um... Have they explained everything?

Yeah... Um, look, do you know who these new witnesses are?

I thought I saw you here yesterday!

You do know, don't you?!

BIRDSONG

Janet, what the hell are you playing at?!

-It's all right, Billy, it's OK...

-No, no, you weren't brought up like that.

-You was brought up to respect for people.

-Billy, she's just playing.

We're going home now. No carnations, no geraniums. Nothing!

Hey, Billy, Billy, Billy. She's just being a kid. OK?

OK, sorry.

Sorry, mate, tough times, you know.

I bet. How is Peter?

Oh, come on, Billy, make yourself comfortable in the deck chair,

and I'll take Janet over to have a look at the geraniums!

# One geranium, two geranium three geranium, four

# Five geranium, six geranium seven geranium, more. #

I was... I was just... tying up some loose ends.

-That's rubbish.

-Give her some space.

Yeah, if you weren't here to see us, who did you see?

I saw you walking down Bridge Street away from the square.

-So does that mean it's someone on the square?

-Peter, calm down.

-I can't tell you...

-You know!

You're our liaison officer. You're here to help us.

I don't have the authority!

Look, if I tell you, I will lose my job.

Emma, please, just give us something. What about the earring?

What about the blood? I mean, just because there's new witness statements

doesn't take away the fact they were found in his flat.

But it might change how they got there.

Look, at least they're being honest with us now.

No, I reckon they've got more than a witness.

I just saw the way Bryant and Keeble looked. They've got a suspect.

I can tell you that that's not true.

So what am I supposed to do? Just forgive Jake?

You told me he was guilty.

I was wrong.

If he's innocent, darling, there's nothing to forgive him for.

Come on, I didn't mean it to sound like that...

but it's true, ain't it?

You don't want them to put the wrong person inside. That ain't justice.

I get up in the morning, I see his face.

I go to bed at night, I see his face.

Where you going?

Anywhere there's no coppers.

Ian wants to go for a swim.

You think he found out about Billy?

Well, there's only one way to find out, ain't there?

-You all right to manage?

-Course.

Give us a kiss.

Mwah!

Thought I showed you how to style it yourself?

Didn't fancy it.

You might change your mind when you see this.

I personally think he's really got a hold of you there.

Take it. Put it up.

Don't touch me again. It ain't welcome.

And it weren't invited.

Right, what's your poison today, Al? You back on the rum?

SHE LAUGHS

-How are ya?

-Yeah, I'm good. You all right?

So that's two bacon and egg butties with tea...

and one full English without, yeah?

-Excuse me!

-Yeah, hang on a minute, love.

-Unless you want your sausages raw.

-Thank you.

You must have come across your fair share of difficult women.

Are we talking about the cafe, or my sexual preference?

Cos right now either would be true.

No, no, romantically and that. It's just Whitney, she just won't...

What, respond to your charms?

-Yeah.

-Ah, Lee. You're so incompetent yet so well trained.

I'll tell you what.

I will share the secret to winning a difficult girl's heart...

If you help me for the rest of the shift.

Done!

Where've you been? The police went past ages ago.

Is everything all right?

Thanks for watching the stall.

Well, what did the police say?

-Sorry, it's none of my business.

-They're granting Jake bail.

-Why?

-Well, they don't think he did it any more.

New witnesses have come forward.

Oh, did they say who?

Apparently being Lucy's twin doesn't give me a right to know.

Listen, Peter...

I just want to be on my own, all right?

There we go...

Oh, it's nearly finished.

OK, come on, let's go and get some more water.

Come on, we go over here...

PHONE RINGS

Lo... What happened?

They didn't tell him?

Oh, thank God for that.

Yeah... Me too.

No. We'll be back in a little bit.

All right, love ya.

Right, you two! We are going to go to the boozer.

Because I deserve a beer!

Wow, OK, I'll put that there. Let's go with Billy.

Come on, good girl, ain't ya?

Thanks, mate.

-Ian?

-Yeah, in here.

Cheers for this, Mick... I just...I just needed to get out.

-Swim's as good an excuse as any.

-Don't worry about it.

After last time's fiasco, I think I need to up my training.

-You don't fancy driving, do you?

-Well, you normally drive.

I usually stare out the window, on the verge of wetting myself.

The, er...police have dropped the charges against Jake.

How come?

New evidence. New witness statement, I dunno.

They tell you who?

Listen, I was thinking about you and Linda.

Oh, yeah?

How do you cope with Lee being away?

I mean, not knowing how your child is.

I mean, where they are. How they are. If they're hurt.

Who hurt him.

It's just the worst thing...

Ian. Sit down, please.

I'll have a big glass of lemonade and a big plate of chips, please.

And the same for me too.

-Patrick, listen, mate, I'm a bit skint. I can't sub you.

-No, no, it's all right, it's on me.

I'd still be sitting in my deck chair if it wasn't for you. What are you having?

I'll have a bottle of beer, please, and I'll get this little one sat down.

He actually followed you to work?

Oh, yeah. He was hiding behind the stalls and everything.

-It was so funny.

-That is, like, full-on stalker.

Yeah, I know! I can't believe I've got a stalker - it's great!

I don't think you're meant to look so happy about it.

It's all right if I join you, ain't it?

Shut up.

I frog-marched her down there,

and then I'm not allowed an opinion cos I'm biased.

Just ended up rowing all day. She's going to go to Liverpool, I'm telling you...

Just buy her some chocolates.

It's uni, Phil. It's a bit more than a few sweets.

You... You had any calls?

Just heard from Lola. The police haven't told Ian.

So looks like I ain't a suspect, doesn't it?

-There he is! What are you hiding?!

-What?

Don't come the innocent with me! What are you hiding?

Billy, you do not keep quiet about something like this -

-why were you fighting with my little girl?

-Let's take this somewhere else.

No! He's had plenty of time to get his story straight. Now why were you fighting with her?

-I didn't hide anything, I swear!

-I bet you've got her purse and her phone, haven't you?

-Now come on, turn out your pockets!

-This ain't the place, Ian!

-Turn out your pockets!

ALL SHOUT

-Any mustard, please?

-Yep, yep, two secs mate, two secs.

Here you go, fellas.

That's the right order, yeah?

Here you go, ladies, here you go.

You asked me to help you earlier. Not run the place on my own.

Yeah, give me a sec.

Was that mustard, mate, yeah? Mustard?

Clean out of mustard, I'm afraid, mate.

Plenty of herbs, though.

See, me and that man. We was just messing about. Being silly.

We'll be laughing about it tomorrow, best mates again.

Yeah? And don't think I've forgotten about your chips.

As soon as I've sorted this all out, we're straight round McKlunkys, OK?

All right, I'll see you in a bit.

-I'll be back for her in a bit.

-Yeah, fine.

Just need to find Peter.

Whit, you know that I would never...

Yeah...

Just get it sorted, Billy, yeah?

Yeah.

Right, I think I've got some oven chips in the freezer... Yeah?

Come on, then...quick!

Come on, then, you go with Whitney. See you in a bit.

-Right, I'm off.

-Don't you want to know the secret to winning over Whitney?

I'm more worried about all the green you got stuffed behind the microwave.

Please don't tell no-one. Tosh don't even know.

-Without it we can't have a baby, right, so...

-What, the baby that skunk built?

It ain't skunk. It's just normals. Lee, please.

Tosh is desperate for a baby.

Either way, you could still do a bird for it, Teen.

Not much use to the kid in there, are ya?

It's temporary, all right. Just to raise the money. Please don't tell no-one.

Of course not, you nutter.

But just doing it here - what if a punter grasses you up?

You're taking a massive risk.

I'm being careful, all right. Just a few more weeks, and then I'm done.

All right, it's your life.

Do you know what? I've grafted for it - I might as well find out.

What's this big secret?