23/05/2014 EastEnders Omnibus

Abs. You've got to eat, darling.

I think I know it, then my mind just goes blank.

You're just trying too hard.

Yeah. Dad's right. Just relax.

Yeah. Then when you get in the exam,

you know, take your time. Read through all the questions properly.

Abs, just eat, will you? Please.

I'm going to... iron my stuff for the...

for tomorrow, if you want your shirt doing.

Yeah. I'll put one out, Lauren. Cheers.

When you lose someone close to you, it ain't ever easy.

But I'm here for you. You know that, don't you?

I've got to go.

Abs?

You sure you got everything?

Just take your time. We'll be thinking about you.

Right, everyone on the list's been informed and RSVP'd.

Except Jane and Christian.

Right. Someone needs to go over the details with Reverend Stevens. I'll do that.

What about the order of service? Peter's typed it up.

Peter, can you make sure that gets printed out? Yeah, I'll be right on it.

Listen. I'm sorry I didn't tell you...about Lucy.

I'm going to go over and check the food with Mick and Linda.

Is that Lucy's outfit? Why? What's wrong with it? Nothing, it's just...

Nothing.

And I'll meet you over at the Cokers' at 11.

You sure you're OK to bring the outfit?

Yeah. I'll see you there.

I can come with you, if you like. No. It's fine.

No, I get it, mate. You started the job, now you've got a better offer.

Well, you know where you can stick that better offer, don't you?

Eh? Hello? Hello?

Let me guess? The painters?

Gaffer's pulled them off the job. Oh, Mick, I want it finishing!

Where are we going to find decorators at this short notice?

Don't worry. I'll sort something out. You going to sort your dad an' all?

He's looking more lively now he's lost his chair.

All right, I'm on it.

I hope so. Don't know how much more of this I can stand.

At least Tina and Tosh are back in the flat.

What now?

You all right there, Dad?

Need to wet my whistle. One in the pot, Linda?

Mick?

Shirley. She's, um... she's back on the sauce.

I shouldn't have brought Dean here in front of everyone.

I thought I was doing the right thing but it didn't exactly work out, did it?

I can't just sit back and do nothing.

You can't rush things. He's hot-headed. Like I was at his age.

Best leave it for a while. Slice of white going?

# Da-da-da, da-da-da-da, da da...! #

She needs help.

# Da-da-da, da-da-da-da, da da! #

Ta-da!

Right, listen. We start with mocktails, chez Pat's Bar.

Then the limo will roll up.

And it'll be drinks on tap all night.

Served by naked butlers.

Followed by a bungee jump off Tower Bridge(!)

Ignore them. We're organising Carol's hen night.

Let me guess? An oiled-up stripper with a sock down his budgie smugglers?

Last time she gets her hands on a six-pack. Oi.

That's ripped under there. Ripped. Amazing what a red wine and chip butty diet can do(!)

'Course. I never even said I'm having a hen night.

Come on. Sonia's all excited. It's her big night out.

Sonia's not getting married, is she? I am. Come on, it's about time we had a bit of fun round here.

Look, darling. If it's what your mum wants...

Wouldn't seem right with Lucy's funeral tomorrow.

I'll see you later.

See you.

You sure about this? This is a big job.

Walford's very own Land Army.

If this was the war, I'd be on the ack-ack.

On the take, more like. Am I even getting paid for this?

"Keep calm and carry on," eh, Shirl?

Want to give us a hand? I'm working on it.

Well, you do what you've got to do and leave the painting to us.

Um, I just wanted to make sure everything's OK with the food?

If you need any help, or tips on presentation...

Everything's chilling in the fridge. We'll be up bright and early. Make everything fresh.

Make sure you do plenty. I don't want people hungry. Everything's under control. Just try not to worry.

Laugh Out Loud comedy night at the Albert, Friday night.

Live comedy.

All right, Johnny? Yeah. These came out all right, didn't they?

Yeah. They're good. What's this?

Oh...nothing. We're cancelling.

Ian, I'm really sorry, it's terrible timing.

Sharon, you weren't to know the funeral was this week.

Please don't go cancelling anything on my behalf.

Life goes on.

(Sorry).

Looking for something?

Frightened the life out of me!

I can't just leave it.

Are you sure Shirley even wants to see him now?

'Course she wants to see him. She's just frightened.

What we need to do is let Dean know that despite what's happened,

the door's still open.

It's a bit battered. But it's still open.

Give it to me.

The minute he hears your voice, he's going to hang up.

If he does agree to meet, don't push him. Or he'll bolt.

I was just wondering... if you needed a hand with anything?

I need to fold these. I was going to ask Lola, but...

She looks so happy. Beautiful.

My dad's barely speaking to me.

I'm not sure he's going to forgive me.

It's going to be OK.

Selfish. That's what you are.

We don't need the fuss, mate. Not at our age.

You're denying me the chance to strip you naked

and put you on the Eurostar. Is that right? Yeah, you're out of order.

Do you want me to er...look out for the girls tomorrow?

It's going to be a tough old day, ain't it? It's all right. Look out for them myself.

You ain't going, are you?

Yeah. 'Course I am. Why shouldn't I?

Just thought you'd want to keep your distance, that's all, you know.

Lucy was Lauren's best mate and Abi's stressed about her exams.

They'll need me there, won't they? Anyway, Jake's inside now.

Yeah. Yeah, I suppose so.

I just want to pay my respects.

We did say 11, didn't we? I'm sure we did.

Hi, Lauren. Hi.

I wonder what's happened to him?

Dunno.

Think he's avoiding me.

I'm sure he'll come round.

Ian!

Hi. Um...

Five minutes. Won't kill you.

Where's Grandad?

His ankle's playing up. Anyway, this is about you and me.

Um...I'm sorry about the...

Always imagined it'd be an handshake and a light ale.

But you disrespect my sister like that...

That'd been building up for a while. She deserved it.

If you'd told me six months ago I'd be living with my old man...

But I heard him out.

And I'll tell you, Dean, some of the things he told me.

You know, I was...taken aback.

I realise there's two sides to every story.

And I'll tell you this for nothing.

Having the old man back in my life, it means a lot.

You can have that with your mum.

You've come this far.

We'll take a step back.

Then the rest is down to you.

Syed all right?

Yeah, he's fine. He's at work.

Ian, what are you doing here?

Just fancied going for a drive.

Saw the signs for Birmingham...

Is um...

Is Jane in?

She's out and I'm...I'm not sure what time she'll be back.

Ian, I'm so sorry.

The funeral's...tomorrow.

Only we hadn't heard from you...

Yeah, I've been meaning to get back to you.

You will be there, won't you? You, Jane, and Bobby?

Yeah, of course we will.

Ian, of course we will.

We wouldn't let you down. Not at a time like this.

How...how is he? Bobby?

Yeah, he's good.

You know, we're just taking it at his pace.

They, um...they think the man that...

They got him. Yeah, I heard.

Ian, I am so sorry.

I just...

..can't believe she's gone.

She used to call you her favourite gay uncle.

Just so you know. You meant a lot to her.

Yeah, well, she meant a lot to me, too.

Look, I'll just be a sec...

You remember Ian, don't you, Yas?

Is that Yasmin? I wouldn't have um... I wouldn't have recognised her.

Pretty soon it'll be universities.

Make-up everywhere and boyfriends.

Why don't I put the kettle on, make us a cup of tea?

No...I've got to get back.

There's things I've got to get organised.

Tell...tell Jane I called.

'Course.

She's beautiful.

Yeah, you're right. It is short notice.

Yeah. Maybe some other time, eh? Right. Ta.

You winning? Yeah. Great(!)

One of my acts has dropped out, I've got no compere

and Sharon's left me in charge.

Chance to prove myself. Chance to mess up, more like.

Ah-ah. What do we always say?

There ain't no can't in Carter.

Come on. I think we can organise a little comedy night between us.

Right. What haven't you done?

I didn't know what to say.

I mean, what's he even doing here?

He wanted to know if we were going to Lucy's funeral.

And I told him that we'd be there.

Why don't you go and find me Lacey Lamb?

OK? Here you go.

I told you, I can't.

This is Lucy we're talking about.

Now don't you dare give me the "it wouldn't be fair to Denise" routine, all right?

So tell me.

Why is Ian searching me out the day before his daughter's funeral? Does it matter?

Maybe Denise can't give him what he needs right now.

So what am I? First reserve?

You're jealous!

I'm scared.

Seeing Ian with his heart ripped out

and I'm expected to stand there and be the strong one tomorrow?

If you love him, you'll do it.

And to be quite honest, sis, I don't think he can do it without you.

Carol, they're only trying to make you happy, aren't they? Come on, have a bit of fun.

It doesn't seem right, having a hen night, does it? Partying.

Catch you later, yeah? See you later.

Hello, stranger. Dean!

I heard you was around. Let's have a look at you.

Look at you, gorgeous as ever.

What are you doing? You visiting your mum?

No. I'm visiting my two favourite women.

Now I've seen you, I'm going to go see Auntie Pat.

Pat?

What...so didn't no-one let you know?

Know what?

Well, Pat died, darling.

Sorry. It was a while ago now.

Guess I've been away longer than I thought. Yeah.

Look, why don't you come and see me sometime?

We'll have a cup of tea. We'll have a little catch up.

You haven't seen Ian, have you, Carol?

No, he's not been in. Listen, about this party...

No, look, Carol,

you go ahead and have your hen night if you want one.

Life...

It needs celebrating, don't it?

The Albert, where Johnny's working. That's right.

Great, I'll tell him. Thanks, Mum. Bye.

Can he do it?

Jack Macrae's his name.

And Grandma Elaine says to tell you he's the best.

Mum. You've saved my life.

Those poor girls'll be gasping. Where's that tea?

And Tamwar said he can pull in one of his mates to fill that vacant slot.

Tamwar and comedy?!

There's two words you wouldn't think of putting in the same sentence.

This Jack Macrae. He's bound to have a website. Mum!

None of my business.

It's not like I've even... Your life. I'll take that.

'Message one.'

'Mr Beale, it's Mr Coker here.

'If you'd prefer us to collect Lucy's outfit from the house, that's absolutely fine.

'If you could just let us know.'

'Message two.'

'It's Tim Stevens from St Cuthbert's, Mr Beale.

'I wonder if you'd give me a call...' You all right, Ian? '..so we can discuss some final arrangements.'

I'm sorry I wasn't there, Auntie Pat.

Dean heard you out, did he?

He listened. Whether he heard...

At least we tried.

And I appreciate you helping me out.

You missed a bit. Oi! Watch it, or I'll paint your bald spot!

If I weren't such a useless old man, I'd be up there giving you a hand.

Yeah, right(!)

I just want you to know that you can stay for as...

long as it takes for you to get up and running.

Thanks, son.

Don't worry. I'll get someone to finish this.

I'm proud of you for trying.

Er, excuse me? We done all this.

She slipped off to get a cup of tea and never came back.

I was helping Johnny. Get in there, you.

Free food. Free bed.

He's got your number all right.

Give him a break. The geezer can barely walk. He's playing you, Mick!

When he told me about Mum...

and the bath...you know, I realised...

He's been carrying that about for years and...

he was wrong to keep that from me.

But I think he was just trying to do the right thing.

By inviting Dean over? He just wants you both talking.

Fat chance of that now, ain't it?

I'm not so sure. I've had a meet with him.

Dean? You've spoken to Dean?

Yeah. He didn't say much.

I just want you to know that me and the old man won't rest

until you've had it out with him.

I'm just going round in circles.

Well, you've got a lot on your mind, ain't you, Ian?

Just driving round and round.

Peter and Denise, they're just getting on with things.

I know I should. But...I can't.

Cheers.

Guess that's why I went to Birmingham.

Why'd you go to Birmingham? To see Jane.

I had to tell her. I had to...

tell someone.

There's no-one round here I can tell.

I just...

I just can't deal with...

all this.

I just can't deal with it, Max.

I'm sure it weren't that bad.

Jay, it was a disaster!

Dad?

I've messed up my exam. Probably the worst...

Ab, er...could you just make us both a coffee, please?

All I had to do today was...

..was take Lucy's outfit to Coker's.

I couldn't.

Cos then...

..that'd be it, wouldn't it?

I'll never see her again.

Yeah, but, Ian, it's a chance for you to say goodbye.

You know, just the two of you. Max, you don't get it!

I didn't want to. All right? I don't want to say goodbye.

I'm burying my little girl tomorrow and I don't know what to do.

As if Dad was ever going to lift a finger.

Couldn't move away from his crossword, more like.

To be fair, he can hardly stand on that ankle, can he, eh?

He's got you wrapped right round his little pinkie these days, ain't he?

Shut your mouth, don't you start.

The only other time I remember Dad decorating,

we all ended up in A, cos of you.

Oh, yeah? When was that?

You was a baby. You slipped in the bath or something.

There's me, Shirl, Dad covered in emulsion. It's snowing.

You're bawling your eyes out.

And Mum? What?

Mum. She must've been there?

No, I don't remember her.

I was just a little girl though, weren't I?

Do you mind if I go and get changed? No, babe, go on.

I can't see a way through this. There must be one.

People find one.

Thanks.

I mean, you did.

How did you do it, after Bradley died?

I mean, not just the funeral - I mean beyond that.

Dunno. Didn't sleep enough.

Probably drank too much.

I remember watching the world go by and not thinking I'd ever be part of it again.

Then what?

Well, then one day, you realise... a whole day's gone by.

It weren't great. But it was OK.

You had an OK day.

So I've got to go through all this, just to get an OK day in the future.

Ain't just about you, Ian, is it? It's about your kids.

I got through for mine.

You have...you've got to do this for Bobby, for Peter.

I know Peter's a young man, but...

well, he was Lucy's twin. It's got to be hitting him hard.

Ian, if you can't find a way through this, how do you expect them to?

I should, um...go home, yeah.

Sorry about the coffee. Max... Thank you.

I can peel a few carrots. No, you can't. You sit there.

You've been working hard.

Right. Who's having a drink? Thought you were having Mondays off? Yeah, starting next week...

Oh, that was quick. The exercise regime's gone out the window, then?

Ha-ha. It's called muscle memory, darling.

My body contains the memory of many a tough

and strenuous work-out from my youth. That's why I can take it easy now.

You've got an answer for everything, you have.

I was thinking, if I just kept it low-key,

we could have a small hen night.

No! Low-key. I don't want any of them naked butlers.

What do you want them for when you got me? Eh?

You smell nice. Yeah! It's called Irresistible.

He hasn't called. No-one's seen him.

Tell you what, phone him again. If he doesn't answer this time...

DOOR OPENS

Ian? Where've you been?

I, um...

just needed some head space.

I didn't mean to worry you or anything. Well, you did.

Peter, I'm sorry. Mr Coker's been on the phone.

He wants to know when you're going round with Lucy's outfit.

If you want to come down with me, we can take Lucy's outfit together.

Yeah. Sure.

Or if you want to choose a different one?

It's just it's...

Why don't you go and get some? We'll choose together.

Hey, whatever you want to do, it's fine by me.

Right. Food for my little workers.

Is there any prawn crackers? I'm Marvin. Anything covered in satay sauce has my name on it.

All right, we're not animals.

Oh, Shirley. Go downstairs and get us some serviettes.

So Tina was telling me painting ain't your strong point, Dad.

Like that time when you painted our room red when we were kids.

Who paints a kid's bedroom red?

I got a job lot from a mate in Soho, didn't I?

Paint from a strip club? Charming.

Bet Mum was thrilled with that, wasn't she?

Your mum wasn't there. She'd been gone a few weeks by then.

That's why I did it. Take your mind off it.

Yeah. That and the paint was cheap.

Stan? Do you want rice? Yeah.

We used to get a lot of rice during the war.

Pudding rice, mainly. Always wondered where it came from.

I was ten before I saw a banana.

Didn't know what to do with it. Whether to peel it or eat it whole.

THEY LAUGH

PHONE RINGS

Christian? No, it's Denise.

Ian's not here.

Yeah, he got home all right. Why?

TEXT MESSAGE

That's a result. Lauren's going to pick us all up a takeaway.

Ian's in a terrible old state, ain't he?

Yeah. It's a tough time.

Well, come on, tell us about this exam.

I said I failed, all right?

You've probably done better than you think. That's what I said.

I said I failed. Why don't either of you two get that?

We get it. Even if you have, Abs, it ain't the end of the world, is it?

It is to me! You know, some parents actually came to the school to meet their kids.

But I suppose that was too much to ask... Sorry, did you not see Ian Beale sitting here?

The bloke who's burying his daughter tomorrow? Quite the performance.

You want me to chuck him out? Like you care about Ian Beale(!)

Abs, his daughter has been murdered, all right?

She weren't much older than Lauren. That didn't stop you sleeping with her, did it?

ALARM RINGS

Dressed already?

Cup of tea?

Thought a run might clear my head.

Yeah. Good idea.

Was it you that e-mailed that photo, Abs?

Why didn't you just talk to me?

Because you never listen, Dad!

You're not even listening to me now. You can't go to that funeral.

I promised Ian, didn't I? I can't not go.

Did you speak to Jay? Oh, what, shut him up, you mean?

Look, maybe I shouldn't

have said anything in front of him, but I couldn't help it.

You know, I'm not sure if I can carry on as normal any more. Shhh...

You two had a row?

Course we ain't.

Your sister was just telling me to have a shave.

Right bossy boots, ain't she? Ain't you, eh?

Bossy boots. Right.

You ready? Yep.

It's so much for 'em to handle.

You know Peter's asked Johnny to carry the coffin?

Do you think he's up to it?

What?

I know, I shouldn't baby him, should I?

Nah, it's not that. I just didn't sleep very well.

You know you can't fight Shirley's battles for her. It's not Dean.

It's just something Tina said to me yesterday.

About what? Some story about painting our bedroom after Mum left.

It doesn't fit with what Dad told me.

She was just a kid. She probably got it wrong.

Come on, Mick, I need you on the ball today.

Got your text. Everything all right?

We wanted to do something for Lucy. I know it's early, but....

what with later on...

We're going to put them on her coffin.

Thanks.

I don't know what to say...

We all love you, Peter.

Look, I can collect the roses up for you if you want to finish your run.

See you all later, yeah? Thank you.

Shut?

Probably just running a bit late, ain't they?

Yeah... Max, I just wanted to say thank you for yesterday.

That's all right.

If I can do anything...

Ian?

I wanted to get some milk, but I think Helen's running late.

Didn't Denise tell you? They're not opening today. No-one is.

Why? Because of the funeral, Ian.

Yeah...yeah, course.

Ian, you all right, mate?

Was just checking to see if there's anything I can do for you.

Me and Kat are going to have to give it a miss today.

She's not good since we saw Stacey get sentenced.

How long did she get? Five years. She's taken it really badly - you know,

with the stress of the babies and all that.

It's fine. I should go and get something to eat.

I mean, Lucy would tell me I should eat something...

I'll get you some milk, Ian, OK?

Ian, you're going to be all right.

Yeah. Just keep breathing, one foot in front of the other. Yeah?

And remember, we've got your back, yeah?

Appreciate it.

Did he seem pleased?

They're just flowers. Not going to bring his sister back, are they?

I never meant it like that...

Oh, Johnny.

Shall we put some music on - take our minds off things?

That ain't a bad idea. Something classic.

By classic, you mean from when you had a perm?

I'm on to it.

Linda. Can I help?

Get peeling.

MUSIC: "Respect" by Aretha Franklin

Bobby! Hey, I've missed you.

Jane's not coming.

It's not a decision she took lightly, Ian.

She does send her love to everyone, though.

I'm just glad you're both here.

You really should eat something, Ian.

Yeah. Later. I've still got to things to do.

But you've only just got back...

I'm a bit sweaty, but... Like I care.

Good to see you. You OK?

Bobby! Come here, mate.

I missed you.

Anyway, I've managed to convince Dot not to come -

it's too soon after Nick.

What's this? What?

You've ringed today in red on the calendar.

Oh, I don't know. Probably something to do with the kids.

It's your chemo session, isn't it? Mum!

I can postpone it. No way, Carol. We're going to Lucy Beale's funeral!

You'd rather risk your own life, would you? That's a bit melodramatic.

Carol, you were only in hospital a few weeks ago.

You've got to put yourself first. It's just one session.

Yeah, and if it gives you one fraction of a chance of beating this, then it matters.

It matters to me, anyway.

MUSIC: "The Loco-motion" by Kylie Minogue

Oh! You saucy little mare!

Just came to check the food.

MUSIC OFF Yeah, yeah, course. You check away.

Where's the wraps? You said you were going to be doing wraps. We ain't finished yet.

What's that?

Chocolate sauce for the profiteroles.

It's meringues. Lucy's favourite was meringues.

Yeah, that's right - we've got five packs of them.

Packs? You mean you're not making them home-made?

I'm sorry, but none of this is good enough.

It's not good enough and there's not enough time to do anything about it...

Don't worry, Ian - we'll sort it. All right? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...

Not another word. Listen, do you need a drink?

No.

Poor bloke. Yeah, but it is only food.

There's no need to get quite so het up...

Nance, if it was you in that box, I hope people would give me a break,

and shouting about some food is nothing, believe me.

Where's the old man? Upstairs having a sleep, I think.

Go and get him out of his pit. We've got work to do.

KNOCK ON DOOR

You came! Course I came.

Come here.

Are you OK?

Yeah. Considering.

Where's Ian?

Good question.

I'm sorry to bother you again, but I just need a favour.

Is there any chance you could hand these out at the church for me?

Be a big help. Yeah. Course. No problem.

There is one other thing.

All right. Go on, go through.

It's, um...it's the eulogy.

I mean, obviously I'm going to give it.

But I just want to make sure it's right, OK?

Cos I remember the one you did for Bradley -

and it was perfect for him.

I just want it to be perfect for Lucy.

Could you...?

You want me to read it? Yeah. If you wouldn't mind.

Ian...

the Bradley speech, it weren't rehearsed, you know.

I was worse than you, mate -

I couldn't think of a single thing to write down.

Sorry, mate, I don't think I'll be any use to you.

No, but you will be...

You've had to do it, haven't you?

You've had to stand up there and look over at the coffin and...

I just want to know how it feels.

I can't take this any more, Jay, I can't...

Ian. It's...

What?

I don't know, mate. It's just so personal, ain't it?

I don't really feel like I'm in a position to judge...

She's your daughter.

Was.

It captures her...

..from what I knew of her.

It does.

I keep thinking about how she died. Was she in pain?

Did she know it was going to happen?

Was she scared? Ian, mate.

You just have to focus on who she was when she was here.

She was your clever, beautiful, passionate daughter...

..that's who you've got to see when you're talking about who she was.

Listen, if I'm going to get to the church before you,

I'd better make a move.

Thanks, Max. I appreciate it. Don't be silly, mate. It's nothing.

Ian...

..you'll be fine.

All right, all right, I'll ask Phil.

No, of course I won't.

All right. I'll speak to you in a bit. Bye.

Ask Phil what?

Would it be all right if Abi stays over? Why? What's wrong with her house?

Nothing. She's just having a few problems with her dad. What sort of problems?

Well, I can't really say. The answer's no, then.

Come on, Phil. She's desperate - I want to try and help her out.

Is she up the duff or something? No, it's nothing like that.

Then the answer's no.

It's Max.

Max?

Promise me you won't do anything?

Come on, out with it, Jay. Forget it. Oi, oi, oi. Come on.

Out with it.

He was sleeping with Lucy.

Dean.

Denise said she'd seen you around.

You know what today is, don't you?

Patrick.

Listen, last time I was here,

I should have said something to you and Yolande.

I should have apologised for saying that Sean attacked you.

It's not too late.

You can't say anything. I promised Abi. Phil, please!

DOOR SLAMS

Well, well, well. And there goes a flying pig.

Want me to raise your mum?

You and me - the dream team, eh, Mick?

Where's he going? He's doing me a favour.

What favour? He's handing out the orders of service at the church.

I'll do it. Thanks, Phil, but it's too late.

No. Call him back. Why?

It don't matter.

Phil? If you've got something to say, say it.

I want today to go perfectly,

I don't want anything to jeopardise that... It's not that.

It's Max. He's...

He's what?

Ian, I'm only telling you this, all right, cos I'm on your side.

And if it was me, I'd want to know.

Max...

Max was involved with Lucy.

Involved? Involved with the business?

He was sleeping with her.

Are you sure?

Yeah. I'll deal with him at the church. No.

No. Not today, Phil.

Today's about my little girl. Nothing...

nothing is going to spoil it.

He's here? Why?

To see you, girl.

And he's out there?

This is your chance, Shirley. Don't blow it.

Can I get you a drink?

I'll just get myself one...

Do you need to be half-cut to talk to me?

No. No, course not.

Barely seen you all morning. You seen Libby's here?

How are you feeling?

Sorry, silly question.

Family in the main car, is it?

Yeah. That's right.

We've got six seats - so that's you, your fiancee, your two sons...

I'll go with my Pops, then, yeah? Sorry, it's not really up to me.

You come with me, darling.

What about Libby and Patrick?

And Christian. Ian, I'll take a cab.

No, you're family.

It's all right, I'll take a cab, no trouble at all.

Thank you, Patrick. But he can't go on his own.

There's not room.

I should just go with Libby and Patrick, then. Thank you.

Ian.

Cindy!

Gina gave me a lift to the station. I thought I was going to be late.

Is everything OK? Is the baby OK?

Oh, yeah. The baby's fine.

Can we talk after the funeral?

Yeah. Everyone will be going to the wake...

I mean about Good Friday - I can't get it out of my head.

Well, look, we haven't got time for this now. Let's get you changed. Changed?

You can't wear that. Why not? It's not black.

I chose this outfit specially, for Lucy.

It wasn't a question, Cindy. Come on, hurry up. Why are you being like this?

Think I'm going to blab to the police about your alibi?

I said I wouldn't say anything and I meant it.

Look, we haven't got time for this now. Just sit at the back of the church.

See you there.

So, have you...got a girlfriend?

Mates?

Job?

Seen any good films recently?

Sorry.

I'm working in a barber's, as it goes.

Oh, cutting hair?

No.

Eating it.

Wasn't that funny.

ORGAN PLAYS

Um...

...I'm just going to wait here for a bit, greet people.

Is Jane coming?

I don't know.

I hope Tam's going to be all right, carrying the coffin.

Hello, Ian.

Emma. Thanks for coming.

I can't imagine what you must be going through.

Anything I can do to support you.

Right. I think that's everyone. Are you ready to begin?

I'm sorry. It just sort of slipped out.

What? Jay, has he told Ian? I don't know.

Gentlemen, please.

Mick, can I have an orange juice, please?

Yeah, babe.

Going well, is it?

Mick. We've done good, eh?

Do you know what? I'm sick of you sitting there looking like some sort of gargoyle.

Do me a favour and get yourself upstairs.

Mick? Minding my own business. Reading my paper.

He's got the hump.

Something Tina said, apparently -

reckons your dad's lying about something.

What?

When your mum left. I mean, Stan - a liar?

Hardly a surprise, is it?

I can't do it. I can't.

It's OK - you don't have to.

Yeah, I do. For Lucy.

Peter, today isn't a test.

You don't have to do anything that you don't feel up to.

But there's no-one else.

Wait here.

(Dad.)

Can you do me a favour?

Take Peter's place carrying the coffin.

What? He can't do it, Dad. He's in bits.

Neither can I, Lauren. Sorry.

Yes, you can! Please, Dad - for me.

Why not?

Please.

I mean, it's not poncey - but at the same time it's not

a hairdresser's full of old biddies getting a blue rinse.

It's stylish. It's proper.

The boss is a bit of a jobsworth - I did try to explain to him you've

got to build up a bit of banter with the customers, have some rapport.

But he wasn't interested. Mainly concerned about the clock...

I'm sorry...

..for boring you.

No, you're not. Then why do you keep looking over my shoulder, then?

Want to get back to your real family?

Dean, I'm sorry. My head's a bit of a mess...

Yeah. Well, what's new?

Where are you going? What's happened?

That's enough for one day.

Wait! Wait.

If you go now, you'll never see me again.

That's right - I don't have long left.

Doc reckons could be a month, perhaps less.

So, please, son, let's just sit back, relax. Take it easy, eh?

You're dying?

What's this - a wind-up?

Could be. I'm old, could go at any time.

I was just trying to focus the boy's mind.

Where is it? I called it half an hour ago.

It's not like he's going to miss you.

Let's go up the high street, flag down a black cab, hmm?

CHURCH ORGAN PLAYS "ABIDE WITH ME"

What are you doing? Get your hands off her!

Get your hands off my daughter.

I said, get your hands off my daughter! Why, Max?!

Gentlemen...? Ian... Dad, it's all right. No, go on, tell him.

Go on, Max, tell him. Why? Why my little girl?

What are you talking about?

Him...and Lucy.

You slept with my sister?

Out! Dad? Dad!

Just remain seated...

Phil! Phil! Stop it!

Well, it was worth a try, wasn't it?

You'd say anything, you, wouldn't you?

I was trying to get the boy to stay.

I was doing it for Shirley, for our girl.

Nah. You don't do anything for anybody but yourself.

I trusted you. You told me to remember her when she was alive,

when she was beautiful. And I meant it, all right, as a mate. Mate?!

I don't want to fight you, all right?

I sat in your house and you lied to me and you knew!

Peter, you can't believe this.

Right, Abi?

Ian?

Jane? Are you OK? Ian, leave him to me. Phil, stay out of it!

Ian, I'm sorry, all right? If I could go back, I would.

Sorry? You're sorry? She is dead!

Just go. Go!

Why did you have to tell the stupid story in the first place? You couldn't keep your big gob shut.

He's been talking to Tina. Tina knows nothing about it.

Well, he knows you're lying.

He knows nothing.

Just couldn't let it lie, could you?

Till you came out smelling like a whole flaming rose bush.

You're panicking. Just calm down and keep quiet.

It'll all blow over.

We're really sorry.

Come on, Ian. The service is about to start.

For Lucy?

If I don't go in...

If I just lie down and close my eyes...

..will it still be happening?

I will be right next to you.

Only in Walford... Yeah. Not today, eh?

How long have you known? Just before Easter.

I'm sorry, Lauren. It's not your fault.

You OK? Fine.

Please stand.

Dad?

What is it?

Come here.

Damp in there, not good for the old bones.

I'll cut to the chase, then, shall I?

I know. So you might as well just admit it.

Either I've gone completely senile

or you've got hold of the wrong end of the stick,

cos I ain't got the faintest idea what you're talking about.

Play the old man card one more time, Dad,

and I'll take your little stick and I'll smash it across your head.

All right, easy. You've obviously got yourself into a state.

Nah. No, I'm perfectly calm.

I've just stopped believing your pathetic attempts

to worm your way into my family.

What?

You tried to drown me when I was a baby,

and then you lied to my face to make out that you're the hero.

I told you, it was your mother...

Tina remembers, Dad.

She remembers me falling over in the bath

covered in red paint, the paint you used after Mum left.

Tina was a kid, she's confused.

Nah, you see, kids, they remember things.

They remember little details, like it was snowing and the nurses,

they thought the paint was blood.

You see these things, they stick in your brain.

You know what Tina's like, she has imagination.

She obviously told herself some story

and now she thinks it's true... Mick?

I should have listened to Shirley. She said you were poison.

I was wrong.

No, you was bang on.

I've had enough. I want him out.

Go on, go and pack your bags.

Your house, son. Your rules.

I would now like to invite Lucy's father to say a few words.

Ian?

Lucy was always a bright girl...

My...

My little girl was special...

She was...

I don't know.

I didn't know her. I didn't know my own daughter.

Would you like me to take over?

Can I say something?

Right. 20 do it, will it? Mum.

He's upset, he's grieving...

Turn around. We're going home.

Lucy was born first.

Seven minutes and 25 seconds.

She never let me forget that.

Not a single second.

I'm older than her, for the first time in my life.

Feels weird.

Lucy was an awesome sister.

She made me feel safe, knowing I had her in my corner.

Not sure my girlfriends would agree.

But all she wanted was for me to be happy.

And Dad.

And when he was ill...

..she was...

..she was amazing.

That's why it's so hard...for me to imagine my life without her.

Feels wrong.

It feels like...

the centre of everything has just been ripped out.

I'm going to miss you so much, Luce.

Christmases, weddings...

..our birthday...

..all that stuff you should be there for.

But I'm going to try and be strong for you.

I'm going to try and hold it together...

..because that's what you would have done.

You never gave up.

And in a way,

I mean, you will still be here...

..because you and I...

we've always been connected. Nothing's going to break that.

Nothing. Nothing.

And if I'm lucky enough to have kids one day...

..I'm going to tell them about their brilliant Auntie Lucy.

And I promise you...

..as long as I live, you'll never be gone...

..because you're in here.

Bye.

I love you.

All that matters is Lucy and giving her this funeral,

giving her this perfect send-off, and I've ruined it.

Nothing's ever perfect.

Life's too messy for that. You can only do your best.

Yeah, but I didn't, did I?

We were all there under one roof and...

I let it happen!

I'm useless, useless.

All right, Lucy had secrets, of course she did.

Young women don't want their dads

knowing everything about their lives, do they?

But that doesn't mean you didn't know her at all.

There were just some things she couldn't share.

Lucy knew she was loved. That's the most important thing, isn't it?

I keep thinking about when we were...

when we were all together - you, me...Lucy.

Even when she was hellraising.

I'd give anything to go back to that.

You can't ever go back, Ian. Why not? You know why.

I love you.

Don't.

Don't you love me too?

Yeah...

Everything's too...confused,

too...too messy.

What am I going to do?

You have got Peter.

He's being so brave in there.

Don't shut him out.

Just stay with me for a bit, please?

You can't go on like this, Mum.

Denise, Denise, just don't do anything rash, you hear me?

Not today, please. Emotions are high enough as it is.

Patrick's right, but you do need to do something.

I have to tell him how I feel.

If I don't do it today, I never will.

Have you got time for a catch-up?

Well, I'm here for Jane, really, so it's whatever she needs. How's the mini-me?

Poor Ian.

Yeah. I didn't think his day could get any worse.

That Max Branning is a dog. Shush.

I think we should go.

No! No, we can't leave before the committal.

I promised Peter that I'd do the reading.

Do you really think he still wants you to do it?

What's wrong? I'm just feeling a bit...

Let's get some air.

Is he all right? Don't know.

You're back early.

All right? Not really.

Are you going to go over to the wake?

No, got a blinding headache, I'm going to give it a miss. OK.

Oh, Lucy.

I'm so sorry.

I can hear you now...

"Da-ad. What are you like?"

I was always showing you up, wasn't I?

I've got to say goodbye, haven't I?

But I can't.

I don't want to...

I don't want to say goodbye.

It's time for the committal.

It's OK, I'll do it.

You go home.

Sharon said she'll give you a lift.

Thank you.

About the eulogy... I'm sorry, Peter...

No, it's fine, it's fine.

I'm so proud of you.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm so sorry, Masood.

Take care of yourself.

Peter? Do you still want me to do this reading?

It's all right, Lauren. What, after what her dad did?

When I think back on these times and the dreams we left behind,

I'll be glad because I was blessed to get to have you in my life.

When I look back on these days,

I'll look and see your face.

You were right there for me.

In my dreams, I'll always see you soar above the sky.

In my heart there will always be a place for you, for all my life.

I'll keep a part of you with me.

And everywhere I am, there you'll be.

We now commit Lucy's body to the ground.

Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

In sure and certain hope of the resurrection

to our Lord Jesus Christ, we will transform our frail bodies,

that they may be conformed to his glorious body.

He died, was buried and rose again for us.

To him be glory for ever. Amen.

Ian.

I'm sorry. The cab was late.

I really didn't mean to miss it.

I know this is a horrible, horrible time for you...

No...

I saw you outside the church with Jane.

No. Denise, she's not here. She's gone. OK.

Let's just be honest with each other. You don't want me.

You haven't for days, weeks... months, even.

You haven't wanted me. I do.

I do.

Denise, please. Please.

Right in the middle of the service.

Of course it's all kicked off, ain't it?

Has he gone yet? Dad?

He's still packing.

Yeah, and I bet he's taking his sweet time over it, ain't he?

You do know what this is about, don't you? Mick, he's an old man.

His mouth starts flapping before his brain's engaged.

He probably didn't mean to go that far.

Why are you sticking up for him all of a sudden? I'm not.

All right, Bill? Where's Ian?

I doubt he'll be showing his face.

Been through the wringer and back today.

Ian's not even coming?

Just serve the food, please, Nance.

There they are. What do you want? Orange juice? Yeah, please.

Want a drink, girls? How did it go?

What?

It's Max.

Lucy Beale? She was the same age as Lauren.

Yeah, it's sick. Billy.

No, Billy's right - he's no better than a nonce.

Hang on a minute. Lucy wasn't a child.

That makes it all right, does it? Probably got her killed and all.

No, Jake killed her. Come on, that's enough. Let's go, girls, come on.

Yeah, but why did she get killed, though? Eh?

Maybe Jake found out she was seeing Max

and that pushed him over the edge. Makes sense.

Got some front showing his face today. Come on.

We shouldn't be talking like this, not at a wake.

I mean, what if Ian heard?

You all right? You haven't said a word since we left the church.

Yeah, yeah.

You know I don't say it often, but I love you.

I love you too.

Don't.

Oh, don't worry about me, Shirl.

I'll go back to the flat on my own.

As long as you're OK, that's the main thing.

I won't say anything to ruin that.

Mate, I heard what happened. Nightmare.

Everyone...

I want to buy you all a drink to toast my sister.

Johnny, I can't breathe in here. Can we go, please?

We only just got here. Let's go to that club. What's this?

Nothing - nothing, we're not going anywhere.

Do what you like, Johnny. Just keep the details to yourself.

Right. Was that her way of telling me she was all right with it?

Yeah. So are we off, then?

Yeah.

All right, Mama?

I just want you kids to be happy. You know that, right?

Call round in the morning, yeah? Patrick's promised me a fry-up.

I can help him, you know, Libs. I know I can.

That's what you said about my dad. You remember how that ended.

Why are you still here?

I'm packing. I'll give you a hand, then, shall I?

Shirley, say something!

Don't you dare look at her - this is your own fault.

You got it all wrong. It wasn't me. Liar! Come here!

I swear. You've got to believe me... Mick! I'll tell you what.

Why don't I remind you what happened, eh?

Leave him! Leave him, Mick!

Mick! Please, Mick!

So this is what you like doing, is it? Eh? Drowning babies?

Stop it! Stop it, Mick!

Dad wasn't lying, it wasn't him!

It was me!

It was me.

Don't worry, Max, we're not stopping for a cuppa. What do you two want?

I want to tell you where you ain't welcome any more.

The Vic. The cafe. The shop, the launderette, the chippy, the arches.

Alfie, have I left anything out?

Cos you ain't one of us any more.

You're nothing.

You understand me?

PHIL: Shirley?

Go away.

KNOCK ON DOOR Shirley! Shirley!

There's no point. She ran away.

I wish you'd told me about this last night.

Do you know where she is?

If she's got any sense, as far away as possible.

I need a cup of tea.

How much sleep did you get?

Not much. DOOR OPENS

Johnny! I didn't hear you come in.

How was it?

Thought you didn't want to know. Don't talk to your mum like that.

No, no, it's fine, he's right.

I'm going to go and make some toast.

Mick?

You all right?

No, not really.

Here you are. Coffee.

Where's the milk? Today, you have it black.

So?

What? You going to tell me what's happened?

No.

Come on, drink your coffee.

It's horrible. Drink it anyway. It'll make you feel better.

Why are you being so nice to me?

Must have a screw loose.

Everything I do, Phil...

All of it...

I'm just a waste of space.

Yeah, well, the world's going to seem a lot better once you've sobered up.

Not this time it won't.

Shirl.

Oi, look at me.

You are NOT a waste of space, all right?

Thank you.

So, are you going to tell me?

Why you ain't at the Vic?

Cos I'm not wanted there.

I've got a really good talent at driving my family away...

..and hurting them.

I've lost my little boy.

He was such a lovely baby.

Every time he saw me,

all he could do... all he could do was smile.

I don't want coffee, I want my son.

Oi, oi, you're not in a fit state to go anywhere.

Where you going?

I need to see him! You can't go anywhere, not like this.

I just want to tell him I love him.

He ain't going to listen, is he?

Not with you smelling like a brewery.

You ain't going anywhere till you've slept it off, all right?

Come on.

I just...

I just want him to love me.

Thanks.

Did the painters get back to you?

Yeah, they're all set for the weekend.

She'll be back soon.

You know, I've told her over and over...

that she should never have been responsible for me and Teen.

She was just a kid herself.

It was too hard for her.

I've told her she done a good job.

So why did she let Dad lie to me?

Why did she let me believe that it was Mum?

Thank you for your co-operation, Mr Branning, especially so early in the day.

If we have anything else to discuss, we'll get back in touch with you.

Come on, you go and have a lie down on the sofa. Go on.

This is his idea.

Come on, Shirley.

A word.

Police are satisfied. I've got no further questions to answer.

What does that mean?

What do you think it means? I'm in the clear, Carol.

Like I've always been in the clear.

I ain't done nothing wrong.

I've been trying to get hold of the girls. They're not picking up.

Don't know where they are, do you? No.

All I want to do is get them round here, clear the air,

a fresh start.

You really think it's going to be that easy?

What are you going to say to Ian if you see him in the street?

All right, I know it don't look that great.

Have you even thought about what it looks like from where the girls are standing?

This is not just them throwing a hissy fit, this is serious, Max.

See, this is exactly what I didn't want to happen!

What do you mean?

You and Chelsea in Spain together for her birthday...

I just wanted to see her.

It'll be nice.

You should come with me.

No, I couldn't.

The flights are not that expensive.

Well, how could I leave Ian here?

KNOCK ON DOOR

Oh, hello.

I know it's early, but is Ian home?

Come through.

How are you?

So, we've spoken to Mr Branning.

And as far as the investigation goes, nothing's changed.

The CPS are continuing to pursue Mr Stone.

Thanks for letting us know.

It was a tough day yesterday.

Yeah, it was.

He needs me here.

It's just until she sleeps it off. But Denny's in the house.

Well, he's just about to go to school, ain't he?

He won't even need to see her. He'll smell her!

Sharon, she's in a bad way. She's going on about Dean again.

It's just for a couple of hours, that's all. Please.

Well, it's your house. Oh, come on, don't be like that.

Is that a yes?

I suppose.

Thanks.

Listen, don't let her go anywhere, all right?

Not until she's sobered up. Hang on!

I'm not responsible for her. She does what she likes.

You brought her here, you keep an eye on her.

I'm just trying to see if I can sort it out for her, that's all.

Sort it out?

Please. She's a mate. All right?

Denny! Get a move on or you'll be late.

I'll be in touch again soon.

OK, well, thanks for coming. That's made a real difference.

I'm glad.

You've been fantastic.

Yeah?

Superwoman, that's me.

Ever since...

..since it happened, you've, uh...

..you've just been there all the time.

And I've taken you for granted.

So, listen, I WANT you to go to Spain.

Has Libby been talking to you? No!

I over-heard you talking in the kitchen.

It's out of the question...

No. Just listen, OK?

If none of this had happened, all right,

and the chance came up for you to spend some time in the sun

with your girls for Chelsea's birthday,

you would, wouldn't you?

Yeah. So?

OK. Well, why don't you come with me?

No.

A bit of sun will do you good.

No, I don't think so. You could do with the break.

She's got a point, Dad.

If I leave now, I don't think I'd come back.

It's all right.

I can look after him.

We can look after each other.

Bit overdressed for May...

..but needs must.

He's milking it.

He don't even need to. I feel bad enough already.

Here, Carter!

You might be able to help me.

All I want is for you to be happy. That's all I want.

I'm only trying to protect you, you know?

I'm too tired to keep going round in circles.

Oh, come on, eat your bun. Come on, eat it.

No, no, I'm going to go home.

See you, Mum.

I just went to see your dad. Yeah?

He knows he's made a mistake, Lauren.

A mistake? He's really missing his girls.

Yeah, well, he's taken it too far this time, Auntie Carol.

You all right, Nan?

Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just a bit tired, darling.

Trouble in paradise?

Want to talk about it? No, I don't.

Liam, Liam! There's your sandwich...

Sorry. That's all right.

Poor David. Let me cheer you up.

No, thanks. I don't want her leftovers.

Her name is Carol. And I love her.

All right? If you say so.

Dad, did you know about this? Know about what?

Carol, she's cancelled the hen night.

She was really looking forward to it yesterday.

It's the chemo. She's not feeling good.

But we had it all planned.

It was going to be a laugh, get a bit of champagne,

Liam was going to get dress up in a bow tie and serve it,

and then we was going to go the Albert.

Does a hen night actually have to be at night?

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Uh, Lauren, it's me.

Yeah, look, I know you're mad at me. I understand all that, but, um...

Look, I'm sorry, I just want a chance to explain to you and Abi.

So, will you come over about three o'clock?

We'll have a cup of tea?

All right, I'll see you then.

Dad?

Denise is packing.

Right.

Are you sure you're OK with her going?

She needs a break.

Where are you going? I'm going to see Max.

What?! I need to talk to him. Dad, that's not a good idea.

I'm not going to go round there and shout at him or yell at him.

I'm not even going to blame him, all right? I...

I just need him to explain.

Explain?

Yeah, I... I need to understand.

What's there to understand? He's just a dirty old man...

No, not him.

Lucy.

I mean, him and her together. I mean, I just don't get it.

I mean, why? And the cocaine.

I didn't even...

I didn't even understand my own daughter!

But she's gone, Dad.

And talking to Max Branning,

that's not going to bring her back.

You're right.

I mean, he's nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Will we ever move on from this?

I hope so.

Yeah, we will.

You know, maybe it's time we brought Bobby home.

No, no, not yet.

This is where he belongs, Dad. This is his home.

He's better off with Jane at the moment.

We've got to start somewhere.

You come for a haircut?

Shave.

Take a seat pal, you're next.

I was before him.

Down the road, first on the right. There is another barbers.

PHIL SIGHS I'll wait.

Just can't keep away from him, can you?

Clinging on like a clam.

You're pathetic.

This was his idea. I'm not interested, Shirley.

I've got a big comedy gig at the Albert tonight

and I've got a lot to do.

When me and Denny get back after school, I want you gone.

Listen to her. The Queen of Sheba, coming in and laying down the law.

I'm not being unreasonable.

You can use the bathroom, splash your face with water, that's fine.

You must be so pleased with yourself.

Your bar, your man,

your little boy...

I've worked very hard for what I've got.