15/05/2012 EastEnders

How messed up are you?

What kind of twisted man are you?

You killed Heather?

Yeah.

SOBBING

Oh, my God.

Ben...

These constant lies...

D'you know how sick you are?

Yeah you, Phil.

Bringing up his dead mother like that. I heard you.

Bladdered. Bullying him. Your own boy. Your own son.

You heard me balling Ben out. Is that it?

I heard how you think you can talk to him like that.

How you think you can talk to everybody, don't you?

Well I've heard quite enough.

I am NOT listening to this.

Do you understand me, Ben?

I mean, every time you fall out with your father,

every attention-seeking drama

is getting more and more ridiculous than the last one.

And these lies, right?

These constant lies!

You have got to stop making up these stupid, outrageous stories.

I mean, you could get yourself into so much trouble.

What if someone believes you?

(It was an accident.)

It was an accident.

It was an accident, it was an accident,

it was an accident, Ian!

Help me. Please.

Ian. Ian, Ian!

I don't know what to do. I can't understand a word he's saying.

She looks quite sweet.

-I'm sure your dad'll be here soon.

-That's Uncle Jack, the ex-cop.

What's Jay doing getting hammered in the afternoon anyway?

I never touch alcohol neither. Except for medicinal purposes.

One beer. He's had one beer, Mum. He's having some sort of breakdown.

-My sister, the drama queen.

-No, Lauren!

Would you like a piece of sponge?

It's brought it all back, actually.

All the stuff to do with his dad's murder.

Abi, go and put the kettle on, please?

-No, Dad.

-Or there is Battenberg.

My granddad's second wife. She's really good with a cake mix.

I want to sort out my boyfriend.

-It's not that we don't care, darling...

-He's crying, Mum.

Muttering about Heather and her getting killed or something.

I don't know, because I can't understand him.

-Is he feeling sick?

-Yeah!

-Oh, well done, Mum(!)

-What?

-You've given him your special remedy.

-Pardon?

-Hay fever.

-My Nan, the local drug pusher.

She's a martyr to her sinuses.

I am filling your niece in on her history. Both sides.

Cora, are you still brewing that hay fever potion?

It's liquid antihistamine, Max.

You can't drink alcohol with it. Not even one beer.

Abi, how many times have I told you to read the label, eh?

Go and take Jay upstairs, have him lie down on our bed.

Oi! What do you mean, our bed?

-And take him a bucket.

-Abi, he sleeps alone, all right?

-Oh, you really think I want to have sex in my own parents bed?!

-Abi!

Max!

Would you like a jam tart?

So, do you want another drink, Alice?

Cup of tea? Coffee?

Vodka? Valium? Nice little hay fever remedy?

So, Alice. In your own time.

Why don't you tell us something about yourself?

Listen, Ray. Look just give me two minutes, yeah?

Two minutes, OK?

Come on, eh?

She's my daughter My long lost daughter, eh?

On account of her mother being a very bitter woman.

And she's finally tracked me down. And we're having a party.

A very significant and important family party.

-If you need to check the warrant, sir...

-Yes, I can see the warrant!

Illegal booze. You've had a tip-off.

And, I might add, undoubtedly a malicious

and unfounded tip off at that.

You can write that down in your little book for a start off!

Oh, look at the state of...!

Look, it's my daughter, eh? My only daughter.

And at this very minute, she's across the Square

in a household full of strangers, waiting for me.

I mean, haven't you got a family?

Yeah? Someone that you can't afford to let down?

Please, I've got to get to that party.

Understood.

Ah, thank you. At last.

It's good.

The moment my officers have finished their search,

you'll be free to leave, Mr Branning.

Now, why don't we put the kettle on?

Oh, go on. Have a drink, will you?

-Probably the only reason you bothered coming.

-Don't lecture me.

What happened? Did your crack pipe run out?

Or did Tanya run out of sisters for you to have a go at?

I don't want a drink!

Four weeks.

What?

Four miserable little weeks and you chucked me out.

I never chucked you.

Here.

Her last breath. In here.

And then four weeks later,

I'm in here, burying my head in her pillow. My best mate!

Shirl...

Got a bit boring, did I?

Me and my stupid broken heart!

Didn't get over it quick enough.

Didn't pay you enough attention. You self-obsessed, ugly, little man!

It's not... You just don't understand!

You're the one that needs a drink.

You're the one with the weight of the world

and the right to rip his own son apart!

All I wanted was you.

I would have done anything.

Everything. I just wanted you.

You do not understand.

Yes.

I do.

We both do.

Part of the deal, weren't it?

Second choice.

Second best.

You never gave me a thought.

And I put my lipstick on and I kept the bed warm.

No.

No.

No, Phil.

Not any more. Not again.

Why are we even bothering, eh?

Standing on ceremony.

Pretending to be civilised.

It's not how it looks.

I hope you'll be very happy together.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You're all right. It's all right.

She was waiting her whole life for someone like Andrew.

She told me that in the chippie.

In her stupid head band.

It's that beer, Jay. It's Nan's meds.

You're the one, Abs. I've found you and I ain't ever...

Don't ever leave me. Please?

So, you've answered the door

in your luminous bra

and your Private Benjamin number!

-Not funny, Dee.

-Anyway, he's stood there

with the daughter and a bag...

SHE LAUGHS

A bag with a game of Scrabble in it?

You are not taking this seriously, you know.

And then you, you've told her... You tell Sasha

that you're joining the...?

The Territorial Army.

Yeah! Yeah.

And then you tell him you're going to borrow a bigger dictionary

and then you spend the next however long in the chocolate aisle

freezing your crackers off with your little knickers on!

I feel sick.

And this is my surprised face.

She looks down her nose at me, you know. That Sasha,

She's one of those school girls that's got badges, innit?

I bet you she's never once forgotten her pencil case.

Oh! How can I go back there? They're still there, innit?

I can't even spell.

You want me to call him?

-Oh, yeah. Please?

-No.

-Oh, please, Dee!

-No!

No way, Kim!

I am not going to lie to Ray for you.

Please?

Yeah, Ray. Kim, she's er...

She's fallen over and broken her neck.

Oh, sorry! That's what I'm going to do to her later. No, she's...

She's, er...

Sorry, she's working a shift at the Vic.

Yeah. And there's been...

a sudden...Darts! Darts match,

and Jean, she's run off her feet apparently. Yeah.

Anyway, Kim says she's sorry

for being such a monumental pain in the backside,

but she'll call you later.

Yeah. Explain for herself.

Officer.

What is this, eh?

What's all that?

-Dee, I love you. I really love you!

-Get off me, you freak.

I can't remember.

I don't know what's happened and what I've dreamed.

I mean, I knew I was going to be scared.

Dad had got out and I knew what that meant.

I just thought...

I didn't know it was you, Ian.

I thought Hev went to the Old Bill and told them that I'd...

I'd lied to get him sent down.

He could've killed me.

My dad could've killed me.

My dad could've actually killed me this time.

You know, she was just there.

You know, trying to calm me down like I was a little kid.

Saying, "Don't worry, don't worry. Your dad will understand."

She was just there.

Even when you didn't want her to be.

Even when it was nothing...

It was nothing to do with her!

No.

Even when there was no-one else in the whole world.

Baking and...

Stupid Bugsy Malone!

I didn't...

It wasn't my fault.

I'm not lying.

It was an accident.

I didn't mean to hit out.

Ian, she was my friend!

I killed...

She was my friend!

She warned me.

-Hev did?

-Years back.

Me and you had just got together

and I think I forgot

your birthday or something.

She was scared of you.

She told me off.

She said that if I took you for granted,

one day I'd wake up on my own.

Wise woman, Heather Trott.

Two Babyshams in,

leaning across the bar of the Vic, she goes,

I should've known better than to cheat a friend.

And waste the chance that I'd been given.

She was singing.

And I...

I told her to do one.

Don't, Phil.

I love you.

I said stop it.

Not about need, not about falling apart.

Not about the boys...

And you're not second best.

I don't know how you've done it,

I don't know how you've worn me down.

But I can't help it. I love you.

Come home, Shirl.

Please?

Heather's not here any more.

Please?

Every time I try and claw myself back up,

something happens.

What have I ever done?

-Ian, I'm sorry. It's my problem.

-I've just done my best, all right?

My very best!

What do you want, Ben? Do you want blood?

I mean, is that it? Sweat? Tears?

-Tears, do they make you feel important? Is that it?

-Ian.

"She was just there."

Do you know what? I have spent more time worrying about you

than I ever have done with Peter.

She was in her home.

You stupid, ignorant little moron!

I thought you understood.

What was the problem? She breathing too loudly or something?

Did she not put enough sugar in your tea?

Heather gave you good, kind words and you caved her head in?!

-It was an accident!

-No, Ben. That's not a accident.

An accident is when you break a window.

You took Heather Trott's life and it is all your fault.

-I know what I've done!

-No.

No, there is still no idea.

Cos all you've come out with is excuses and lies

and clever words to weasel your way out of this.

Because it's in your blood. It is who you are!

-Back off, Ian!

-No, Ben. It's who you are, OK?

You are Ben MITCHELL.

Mitchell. Mitchell!

Dad's told the police!

Then why are you bothering me?

You know what you've got to do.

Ray, hi! Should have just told him earlier.

-You two!

-I thought she was on exercises.

Listen, Trace told me there is no darts match today.

-No?

-No.

-Oh, downer.

-OK.

-No, no, no!

-It's cool.

Obviously when it comes down to it, you're not interested.

No! No, I am.

I'm really interested.

It's just, look.

I've got chocolate body paint and everything at home, yeah?

I'm interested in you,

but I...I just don't do kids.

Look, I can't hack your kid, yeah?

Oh, come on! That's a bit over the top, innit?

We'll get back to normal.

Better than normal.

Where are the boys?

The place is a bit of a mess.

You go upstairs, have a bath.

-I'll have a quick tidy round, yeah?

-You want to be careful, Phil.

You've already used the L word twice in one day.

All this new man stuff, you'll give yourself a heart attack.

Here.

Go put the kettle on.

And empty the bin. This place stinks like armpits!

Old school.

That's one of the things I like about her father.

Who gave her the corkscrew?

No, he's a good brother. He's a bit over-protective sometimes.

-Yeah, where is Carol?

-He's always there when you need him.

Apart from now, obviously.

-Still voicemail.

-He'll turn up, young lady.

Your father's a bit of charm, a bit of rough.

You should be proud.

Very appealing gentleman.

Right. Coffee anyone? Black coffee, Mum? Couple of paracetamol?

A person don't have to be hammered to give a compliment.

And you shouldn't judge a book

by your own standards.

Yes, your father is a very kind and thoughtful man.

There's been some terrible things happening round here recently,

dreadful things. But he is always so charming, such a gentlemen.

With a nice suit and a white shirt

and that's always such a comfort, isn't it?

-You didn't say anything.

-Sorry?

It's just they're all saying nice things about my dad, but you didn't.

Oh!

No.

Why?

See, Officer?

Shouldn't always believe what you're told.

Sometimes it's just malicious slander.

Let's call it a day.

Sure I can't offer you a refill? Spot of dinner? No?

Well, apology accepted.

You know where the door is, don't you?

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Hello?

What? Why?

No, Max. Max, no.

You've got to keep her there. I'm on my way.

Alice!

Please! Please, don't go. Alice, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I got held up.

Please don't go. Let me explain.

Alice, please. Please don't go now. Don't go now!

Alice! Alice!

-Truth, Phil.

-Oh, yeah.

Like I'd ever grass up my own son to the Old Bill?

It always comes out. It always catches up with you in the end.

-It's already haunting him.

-Oh, pick your bleeding heart, Ian.

What were you thinking?

Have you heard his stories about the last time he was inside?

He stopped her from breathing. You know what that's like.

What is that like? Heather Trott, lying on her own kitchen floor.

A young kid has lost his mum. I mean, he knows what that's like.

And you think it'll bring her back, do you? Eh?

If he gets banged up? You think the truth goes away when you're inside?

You think that ruining his whole future

is what Heather would have wanted?

What Heather would have wanted is to be alive.

To have a life with Andrew Cotton,

to watch her little boy play football,

to work in the launderette, to eat cheese sandwiches.

That's what she would've wanted. She had a right. Right and wrong.

Oh, yeah. Says the man who walked away from me

when I was having a heart attack.

Who's driven away more wives than I've had hot dinners.

Who fakes cancer to get a bird to marry him!

Well I'm not proud of myself, OK?

And you know what?

When I look back on my life, it is a catalogue of mistakes and failures

and missed opportunities. Me and Heather Trott, we're just like

two of life's great losers.

-What is wrong with you?

-She deserves justice, OK?

You can't just sweep this under the carpet, Phil.

You're not a judge. And she deserves a jury.

If he puts his hands up for this, if he goes inside...

I can't help him, Ian. He's one his own.

You can't let him get away with murder!

You can't let him!

Phil.

If you do that, you are on your own with this one

and I will just wash my hands of him. He's not my brother any more.

-Ben?

-Ben, where you going?

Just shut up! Just shut up, both of you!

HE STRUGGLES FOR BREATH

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