13/04/2012 EastEnders

Get your hands off of me!

You can't do this to people, you know. I haven't done anything wrong!

I want your name. I want your name for when I start suing people.

Do you understand?

Take a seat.

-We know Billy didn't do it.

-No, you don't, and nor do I.

-Billy?

He couldn't punch out of a wet paper bag.

I'm paying for Ritchie, I've taken Lola in.

-What more do you want me to do?

-Find the person that killed Heather!

-If I could, I would,

-but I weren't there so I don't know who did it, do I?

-Yeah, and that's what hurts so much,

cos the killer's out there and the police still don't have a clue.

Shirley, I promise you it'll be all right.

You going to make yourself useful and put the kettle on?

No, I've got to get Amy to nursery, I've got an early start at the Vic.

All right? You going running?

Yeah, I couldn't sleep.

If there's anything I can do, yeah?

Listen, it's important not to let things get to you. All right?

Well, Billy's on a murder charge right now.

-I'm sorry if I'm feeling a bit tense(!)

-Would you prefer it to be one of us?

What if they charge him and he goes down for life?

-It won't come to that, not if we stay calm.

-Oh, yeah, like Ben,

upstairs asleep, not a care in the world?

Come on, you.

It's half past seven, time to wake up.

A cup of tea.

Mmmm! Come on, up you get.

You avoiding me?

Look, last week was...

That was humiliating enough without you sleeping down here.

It was a one-off, all right? It was stress, that's it.

No, I am not avoiding you.

Just fell asleep in front of the telly, babe, that's all.

Come on, get yourself up.

She sleep here?

Yeah, and you promised me you'd cover me on the stall today as well.

-I'll do it.

-Yeah? Both of you together, that'd be good.

-Paid?

-Doesn't anyone do anything for love around here?

Is there any news about Billy? Anything in that paper?

Billy is hardly going to make national press.

-I just can't believe the police have kept him in.

-Have they?

What's it to you?

I just thought someone would have come forward by now

and said that Billy was somewhere else.

If he's got an alibi, why's he still locked up?

-URGENT KNOCKING ON DOOR

-All right! Rox, what you...?

The kids are asleep. What's the matter with you?!

-Rox, keep the nois...

-Quick!

I need you to get dressed. I've got a little job for you.

-What sort of job?

-We can't trust Billy to keep his mouth shut about our business, can we?

No, Billy ain't going to say nothing, Derek.

Come off it, Alfie! Ten minutes with the Old Bill, he'll be holding his hands up to the Great Train Robbery!

-No, we need to strike first.

-We?!

Well, not...you.

I need you to get into them Arches

-and plant some crooked electrical gear.

-Why?

If Billy decides to shoot his mouth off,

I want it to look like he's covering for Phil.

No, hold on a sec, Derek.

All this planting evidence, right, it's not... You'd be better at it.

I'm out on licence, Alfie, and I can't afford any slip-ups.

No, I need you to get into them Arches before they open.

I reckon you got about 20 minutes.

Yeah, the place is locked up, you can't get in there.

Well, then it's lucky that I kept my set of keys, innit?

Here you are. OK?

All right?

-I don't have to talk to them.

-Yes, you do.

-Unless you think it will incriminate you?

-I didn't do anything!

Good.

-So you were at home at the time of the murder?

-Yeah.

And then you went around to Phil's,

and then you left to pick up a curry?

There's nothing else you haven't told me? Not hiding anything?

No.

This interview is being tape-recorded.

I am DS Luke Crisp and DC Damian McKenzie is also present. I am interviewing...

-Can you please say your name?

-Billy Mitchell.

And also in the room is...

Richmal Scott, Mr Mitchell's solicitor.

It's the 13th April, 2012,

and the time, by my watch, is 7.45am.

-You understand, Mr Mitchell, you are still under caution?

-Yes.

So three weeks ago you killed Heather Trott.

-I had nothing to do with Hev's death!

-Really?

It wasn't me!

You've read the papers, ain't you?

-It was...

-I've read the articles in which you describe yourself as a local businessman,

but we have your job description as cleaner.

I'm management!

So where were you the night she was murdered?

I was at home.

Can anyone else confirm this?

No.

We have a witness who says you had a violent argument with Heather.

-What?

-You were seen threatening her.

No! Never.

Do you deny arguing with her?

-We might have had words.

-About money?

I can't remember. Look, I would never hurt Hev.

Where did you get this money from?

I'm showing Mr Mitchell exhibit BM12.

I hope it was good.

A proper church service?

Don't suppose a sorry's going to cut it?

I mean, I would get on the floor and grovel, but my jean's are clean on.

This floor is mopped every day.

Yeah, course it is.

You weren't the only one to love Heather.

-You were a good friend to her, Dot.

-And Andrew, he loved her. DOOR OPENS

I told her it weren't convenient...

I should never have stopped you both from going to the funeral.

And I'm sorry.

So now one of yours has been nicked,

-I'm supposed to just forgive and forget?

-Billy didn't do it.

So you thought it must be me?

I guess...

I guess I wanted it to be you...

..because I was jealous.

I thought I was the only person she ever loved

and I should have been there for her.

Some evil you can't protect against, Shirley.

People always let Heather down...

but she just took it.

She never complained...

she never got a break.

Yes, she did.

She got you.

Phil!

-What's happened?

-Is it my pops?

No, a problem at the Arches with a customer.

-Ben, why don't you take Lola out for some breakfast?

-Nah, I don't want to go out.

There's no need to hide, you ain't done anything wrong.

-Neither's Billy.

-I ain't hiding.

-Do me a favour, bring back some milk, yeah?

-Come on, we'll go to the cafe.

I don't care, go where you like.

-Just seen Alfie coming out the Arches.

-What?

-Alfie coming out of the Arches.

-Well, how'd he get in?

-He had keys.

Do you reckon he knows something or what?

Who gave him the keys, eh?

Come on.

£800 in cash?

-You and Heather have a little scam going at work? Little cash on the side?

-No.

Decide you didn't want to share it?

I never stole anything from work.

What happened to your hoodie?

-My hoodie?

-From Andrew's stag night.

-I lost it.

-Really? Didn't burn it?

No!

-Well, I'm sure we'll find it for you.

-Thanks.

Tell me about Phil Mitchell. Do much for him?

-Help him out now and then.

-So you're part of Mitchell's inner circle?

-Suppose.

-Like a foot soldier, or more of a sergeant, lieutenant?

Where would you be in the Mitchell gang?

I don't know, I suppose I'd be like...

What gang? There ain't a Mitchell gang.

But if he wanted something important doing, something really big,

you'd be his go-to guy, yeah?

That'd depend on what it was, wouldn't it?

Stealing a grand from his missus' best mate?

I never took Heather's money and I never killed her!

You've got no alibi and £800 you can't account for.

Mr Mitchell has answered all your questions fully and honestly.

POLICE WOMAN WHISPERS

Going to take a short break.

Interview suspended at 8.20.

New information.

You just don't kill someone in the heat of the moment.

Yeah, well, things do happen, people do lose control.

Pops? My pops? No, no, no, he wouldn't hurt a fly.

I'm not saying he would, all right? But, you know, things do happen.

-Do you know what? I thought you were supposed to be my mate!

-Lola. Lola!

What you staring at, eh? >

Go on! Mind your own business, the lot of you!

-Lola? Lola, you all right, love?

-What's it to you?

I just want to make sure you're OK.

-Since when have you ever cared about Billy, eh? When has anyone?

-I've always liked Billy.

You know what, he's the first one to help anyone else around here.

When he's in trouble, no-one cares, they all think about themselves.

Look, I'm sure he will be home in no time,

it's probably just a big mistake.

-Yeah, well...

-I can look after my cousin, thank you.

-And he definitely had nothing on him?

-No.

Phil.

Why would Alfie hide all this here?

It's nicked, innit? It's hot.

-It's nothing to do with Heather, is it?

-I don't know.

-Just get rid of it, yeah? Get it out of here.

-Where you going?

Have a quiet word with my mate Alfie.

There you go, darling. There you go.

-I bet all those old gossips are crucifying Billy today.

-Good.

Nothing like a nice murder to bring the community together.

JANINE LAUGHS

HER STOMACH GURGLES

Is that you?

I need pork scratchings.

What?

Oh! I need pork scratchings.

Oh, what is happening to me? I'm getting cravings!

-What happened to that packet of marshmallows I got you?

-They were too sweet.

Were they?

I couldn't waste them, could I?

Here you are.

And get whatever you want.

-What you doing?

-Just get yourself something, please, cos I'm not sharing.

-I don't need your money.

Well, I wasn't sure if you had any cash on you.

-I think can afford a packet of pork scratchings, Janine.

-I want...two.

And if you see any marshmallows on your way out...

SHE WHIMPERS

They must have something on him, they've kept him in all night.

-Probably letting him sleep it off - he hit the free bar last night.

-KNOCK ON DOOR

Morning! What can we do for you?

You can make yourself scarce.

All right, Phil? This is an unexpected pleasure, eh?

-Take Happy upstairs, will you?

-Why, what's happened?

-I need some private time with Alfie.

-Phil, what's going on?

Girls, go on. Go and have a break, yeah?

OK. Come on, Jean.

Don't mind me.

-You better start talking.

-About what?

About your little gift this morning.

Jay saw you. Now, why would you try and fit me up, eh?

-No. I just thought you might want a bit a free gear.

-Oh, yeah, yeah.

Pull the other one, it's got Derek hanging by the throat.

-Derek?

-Yeah.

Yeah, someone let you in

and the only other person that's had a set of keys is Derek.

OK. See, me, Derek and Billy, we had this plan to nick some booze

and, then, at the last minute, me and Billy,

well, we decided to cut him out the loop.

That'd be like getting robbed by the Chuckle Brothers.

So why hide the gear in the Arches?

You think Billy's going to grass you up.

So you thought you'd plant the gear on me.

-Well, come on? Or have you got a thing for hospital food, eh?

-No.

Derek was convinced it was you that nicked the booze

and the thing is, Phil, I didn't put him right.

-So you're more scared of him than me?

-No, it's just...

I can reason with you, it's like we're mates,

and, you know, he's just a bit of a nutter.

Yeah, so, what, I'm Mr Nice Guy now, am I?

No, no.

OK, listen, whatever you've got to do, you do it to me.

Just leave my family out of it, yeah?

You want to keep that thick head of yours in one piece,

you remember you owe me now.

From now on, you're on my side of the street.

-(Right.)

-If I whistle, you come running.

All right.

He's in trouble and we both know he didn't do it.

We saw him unloading them boxes.

Alex?

Yeah, but if you go to the police, it'll be a lot easier.

Cos I can't get involved!

Yeah, I know I said that, but...

Hello?

Hell...?

Who you talking to?

Dad?

-Yeah.

-Everything OK with you two lovebirds?

Why wouldn't it be?

Well, I know how difficult Dad can be.

His business obsessions, his ambitions...

his jealousy.

See, I like an ambitious, driven man...

..and he's got nothing to be jealous of.

Your flat is full of brand-new baby stuff -

pram, crib, toys. Expensive.

Especially for someone on your income.

-Janine Butcher paid for it.

-Really?

From the little I know of Ms Butcher, that seems very out of character.

I ordered the nursery stuff on her credit card.

RITCHIE WHISPERS

She let me use her card and I'm going to pay her back.

The point is...

..the nursery stuff was delivered the night Hev died.

Why didn't you tell us this before?

Because Janine didn't know about it.

Well, that's theft.

I'll have to arrest you for it.

What else have you been lying about, Billy?

-Everything all right?

-Yeah, just nipped back to use the loo.

-What you all dolled up for?

-Me? I had...erm...

I just had a business thing, nothing important.

Listen, I was thinking,

maybe later we could do something. You know, just the two of us?

Really? Yeah, if you want to.

We are OK, aren't we?

I mean, look, I know things have been weird between us lately but...

..we can make this work, can't we?

How about, OK, we both take the rest of the day off?

We can get some lunch, we can go into town, we can do whatever.

What about Bobby and Lucy?

Forget about everyone else, all right?

Let's just think about ourselves for a change, yeah?

-Can anyone else back up this story about the nursery equipment?

-Only...

Go on.

Hev.

Heather Trott knew you were stealing from Ms Butcher?

-What did Heather think about you stealing from your boss?

-She didn't like it.

If Ms Butcher found out you'd fiddled the order, you'd lose your job.

-Or worse.

-Yeah, I suppose.

-So it was important that Heather kept her mouth shut?

-No!

No, you've got it all wrong, it wasn't like that.

Heather wasn't like that.

I wasn't worried about her saying anything.

Must have been a shock when you found out your granddaughter was pregnant?

Sorry, what has this got to do with anything?

Do you know who the father is?

-No.

-She wouldn't tell you?

No, she said she don't know.

Some dirty little toe rag ruining her life.

What would you do to him, eh, Billy?

-If you could just get your hands on him.

-I'd want to talk to him.

I'd want to make him see his responsibility.

-And if he won't, he's going to get a slap, isn't he? Who'd blame you?

-No. No, I'm not like that!

Life can just dump on you too many times, can't it, Billy?

Sometimes you just want to hit back,

let all that disappointment out - smash something, kill someone.

But sometimes the wrong person gets killed.

Did you kill the wrong person, Billy?

No! I didn't kill the wrong person because I didn't kill anyone.

-Where's the picture frame, Billy?

-What picture frame?

-You cracked her over the head with it.

-No, I never.

I don't know what you're talking about!

And there's still this issue of the money.

In light of the extra charge against Mr Mitchell, I think we should all take a short break.

Interview suspended at 10.05.

-How are you?

-All right. Pork scratchings.

Janine's got cravings, apparently.

Dot was just telling me that Andrew has finally got proof of his innocence.

Really? How interesting. You better give me all of those.

(Right.)

Just keep the change.

-Can't believe it was Billy, though.

-Why?

Well, Billy and I have known each other years. We...

Well, we just know each other.

So sad, Michael, it's so sad.

Yeah, tragic.

He was found with money on him. Money that apparently was Heather's.

-Perfect motive for murder.

-Really?

Not love?

Not love. You want to watch it, good-looking woman like you,

loads of Lottery money banging about - could be a target.

SHE LAUGHS

-Better get it spent, then.

-Or invest it.

-Yeah? What in?

Sports and leisure. SHE LAUGHS

Don't laugh, it's the future.

-Really?

-Yeah.

What are you two talking about?

The future.

You're absolutely sure it was Billy?

-Yes.

-Carrying boxes into his flat?

-Yeah.

-How long were you in the street before you moved on?

I don't know, a couple of minutes.

-So not long?

-No, but when I came back later

he was throwing out all the empty boxes.

And this Alex Foster, he can confirm this?

-Yeah.

-OK.

Read it, then sign it.

-You will keep my name out of this, won't you?

-I can't promise that.

She said you would!

We'll have to check your story with Mr Foster and possibly Mr Beale.

Thank you, Miss Salter.

I heard your half-wit relative got himself arrested for murder.

That's very unfortunate.

And I heard you're in the market for some free booze?

I don't like anyone messing with my business, Phil.

Well, you need to look a bit closer to home.

Inside job.

Done a right little number on you, didn't they, eh?

You want to do anything in Walford,

you make sure you run it by me first.

This is my firm, and my manor.

Oh, and Alfie tells me everything.

You're making this personal...

-and that never ends well.

-PHONE RINGS

Well, you know where to find me, don't you?

Hello?

I gave Billy a grand? You must be joking.

I know where he got it from.

Yeah, all right. Forget that.

Look, if we tell them he borrowed the money off you, it would be a big help.

All right, all right.

Tell the Old Bill that I gave Billy the money, yeah?

For Lola.

Kat, yes, everything's fine, darling.

Yes, Shenice is fine. What?

No, she does have a clean uniform every day, you cheeky mare!

I'll call you back a bit later, all right, darling?

Yeah, all right. Love you too, bye.

Do you know the one thing I can't stand?

It's a wise guy.

Derek, listen, Phil caught me bang to rights, OK?

Would it help if I said I was sorry?

It wouldn't even touch the sides.

So you borrowed the money from Phil Mitchell?

And on the night Hev died, I was at home, setting up the nursery.

It wasn't Hev's money, so you've got the wrong man!

You've been lying all day. Why should I believe you?

What happened with Heather, Billy?!

-How many more times? I didn't kill her!

-Sit down!

I've been in the gutter all my life,

looking up at people who look down on me.

And there's been plenty of times, all right,

plenty of times I wanted to hit someone, strike out.

But Hev?

No way.

She was the nicest, sweetest person.

I wouldn't hurt her.

You can go.

But I'm not done with you, Billy.

You tick every box on the loser's profile.

Prison written all over you.

FRONT DOOR SHUTS

Michael?

I've just had a call from the police telling me that Lola has got the second-best nursery in town,

-all bought for by Billy on my credit card.

-Unbelievable.

-I'm not going to press charges, though, cos I actually quite like him.

-That's quite good of you.

-I'm just going to sack him instead.

-Yeah. That's my girl.

Here we go, as specified.

And...

-SHE GASPS

-Oh, my God!

Fill your boots, girl.

You are like a dream.

-All right, Lola?

-Where have you been? I've been up all night waiting for you!

-Where have you been?

-Hey, hey, stop it, all right?

Just had to answer a few questions, that's all.

Come on, I need to see Phil.

Billy?

Come here, you.

Shouldn't we get some champagne?

Least make it look like we're pleased to see him out.

-We are pleased.

-Now the Old Bill are going to be all over us.

All we've got to do is hold it together. Keep it tight, yeah?

Do what I say and no-one is going to get banged up.

-< Hiya.

-Do you understand?

Hey! Here he is.

How you doing, eh?

-They give you a tough time?

-No, no, it was all right.

He's on bail.

I kept thinking I was never getting out of there.

I was thinking, "That's it. This is my life for now on."

-But you kept it together, all right?

-Yeah.

But they said I was still part of their inquiries.

Well, head up in front Lo, yeah?

-You don't want to let anyone see it's getting to you.

-Yeah, OK.

Cos everything is going to be all right.

Come on, Jay, get this man a beer, or do you want a cup a tea instead?

No, no, no, beer'll be fine, Jay.

FRONT DOOR SHUTS

-What's he doing here?

-What you doing?

-Good to have you back, Billy.

-How was it?

-All right.

-Except they still think it's him, you know.

-Then it's down to us to prove them wrong, innit?

-But we know who it was.

-It wasn't me.

-And he can prove it.

So we need to find out who did.

Us?

What is wrong with you lot?

We owe it to Hev! We don't stop until we find him.

Someone's got to get Pops off the hook

cos he ain't going to do it himself.

I'm in.

Yeah, me an' all.

Am I talking to the Mitchell men here

or a bunch of scared schoolboys?

If the killer knew Hev, they'd know she's friends with the Mitchells.

-They'd be expecting us to go after them.

-Yeah, but the police...

We ain't the police, we don't follow the rules.

If we can't protect any of our own, we might as well just give in.

I don't believe this. What is your problem?

All right.

You want to nail someone for this, then we'll find out who did it.

And we'll make sure they go down for it an' all.

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