17/08/2012 EastEnders

Excuse me.

I've come about a murder.

He'll have gone to the police. He's stupid enough.

Don't you dare tell me to wait here.

Heather Trott.

I know that name.

Ben Mitchell.

This gentleman believes he has information

regarding the death of Heather Trott, Ma'am.

Who you trying to get back at now? Your dead mother?

HORN BLARES

What about the car?!

I was passed over for promotion thanks to your last episode.

Look, I ain't lying, all right? I know who did it.

Is this really all you can think of to get daddy's attention!?

No. It's got... It's got nothing to do with him!

It's always him!

Everything OK?

Nothing I can't handle.

It's Ben, right? What can we help you with?

What you going to do, bust him out?

I'm this close to doing you for wasting police time!

Tell me.

I, uh.

DOOR OPENS

Oh great, now they're all here!

-What's he said?

-Nothing. Yet.

Good. Well, stop wasting their time. Come on, home. Home.

He obviously came here for a reason. Ben?

Think long and hard before you speak because I swear.

-Come on. Home. Now.

-Tell them.

I killed Heather Trott.

That's priceless.

You've got to stop doing this. He's not well is he?

-He's been threatening to do this all day.

-No!

He's obsessed. With this place, with the nick.

-Ever since he got out.

-That's not true.

This is your fault, you know that?

You sent him down. You screwed him up.

It's down to me to pick up the pieces and give him some sort of life.

-I did this!

-So, what you going to do? You going to arrest him?

Give him the attention he wants?

-Because that's what this is all about.

-Phil!

-What?!

Please! Please!

Come on, let's get you home. Come on.

Wait!

Ben Mitchell, I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Heather Trott.

You do not have to say anything but it may harm your defence

if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court.

Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

You should be at home really, it's past your curfew.

No, I should be at my parenting course.

I got until ten on Mondays.

When they find out you're not there they'll do you for staying out.

You're such a worrier.

See, you do need walking home.

No I don't! That's the geezer's job.

Right, this is how it all starts, yeah?

One minute you're making fun of me about walking me home,

the next, I'm ironing pants

and you're fixing carburettors down the garage.

What's wrong with that?!

I'll be finished round here! Even Ben'd have a go at me for that!

Quite like the thought of you ironing my pants.

What's wrong?

I dunno.

Now you don't say a word until Ritchie gets here.

-I don't want Ritchie.

-You're having Ritchie!

I'm going to stay here. Make sure that he sees Ritchie.

He actually did it.

Now get home. Get rid of that photo frame.

Get it as far away from the house as you possibly can.

Well, go on. What are you waiting for?

You ain't saying a word to him until he's seen my brief.

I can assure you

that all legal procedures will be properly observed.

Do you want a game of poker instead?

DOORBELL RINGS

Sorry I was so long.

Every doorway and street corner's got too many memories here.

-How's he doing?

-He's all right. Still alive.

-Why what's happened?

-Nothing.

Denny, are you all right, baby? Are you OK?

He's fine! I couldn't get a word out of him.

-Can I have another biscuit, please?

-Course you can, yeah.

-They're in the kitchen. Go on.

-Good boy.

How was Ian?

It doesn't say much for the community round here, letting him get like that.

One minute he was getting married, the next minute he was just gone.

-I suppose things can fall apart quickly like that, can't they?

-Yeah.

-I weren't talking about you.

-Look, thanks for babysitting, Max.

It's all right. What did we say, five pound an hour?

You want to rate yourself higher than that. Minimum wage at least.

Try telling the wife that.

Honestly, it's like working in a poor house here.

Lucky to get a bowl of gruel in the morning.

DOOR OPENS

Hello, darling, sorry I'm late. Stupid client who just.

You all right, babe? This is.

Sharon. Hi.

Are you wearing my clothes?

Uh. Yeah. Thanks.

Oh, yeah, she had to change.

Why?

Out of a wedding dress.

-I did a runner. From the altar.

-What, into my wardrobe?

Well, I didn't think it was that special.

Probably what your fiance's thinking right now.

Phil?! Shirley?!

Jay? Has there been a break in?

Are you even listening to me?

Don't touch that!

If there has been a break in there'll be finger prints, won't there?

Well, has anything been taken?

Dunno, I ain't looked yet. I want Lexi out of here now, though.

Since when do you tell us what to do?

-There might be someone in here!

-If there is you'll need all the help you can get!

-I'm not joking! Get out!

-All right, fine. Deal with it yourself.

This is Mike Sommers, duty solicitor.

You sure you don't want your dad's hot shot lawyer?

Can we just start?

The appropriate adult's just arrived. We'll interview him later.

OK.

I just want to make a statement. Do you hear me?

We'll talk when I'm ready

and to be honest I've got real police work to be getting on with.

But I can prove I killed her though!

Shirl, I don't know what's happened here.

Ben's gone down the police station. To turn himself in.

What? What for?

You tell me.

Have we not got any kids?

Oscar's at a friends, Lauren's out.

I hope you've noticed Abi hasn't been around lately.

Don't get any ideas. I want my own dress.

Expensive bit of kit, that is.

-So?

-Well you've had a right result, ain't ya? Swapping yours for that.

-That's worth a few quid, that is.

-She'll be back for it.

Get your elbows off.

-You were well harsh on her.

-What?!

I come into my house to find some blonde stood there,

slagging my clothes off, my husband gawping at her.

I wasn't gawping at her!

Yes you were. Falling over yourself to help her.

Have you got enough salt there? You haven't even tasted this yet.

I said to Phil I'd do her a favour, didn't I.

Since when did you owe Phil favours?

All she had was that dress and a hungry kid.

If you'd stopped and thought about it you might have seen, mightn't you?

-Seen what?

-How pathetic she looked.

-Sharon!

-Hiya.

-Welcome home.

-Pops! We've got to go!

Look everyone it's Sharon!

Sharon!

Suppose things have moved on a bit, eh?

-Can I get you a drink?

-Pops, we've got to go! Jay? The break in? Come on.

-Sorry, Sharon.

-Don't worry, Bill. Another time.

-Yeah.

Come on, Denny.

Let's get you a lemonade, eh?

Oi, are you listening to me or what? I don't care what he's said,

I ain't having my boy represented by one of them muppets.

Hit my window again and we'll have problems.

This is getting a little frequent for my liking.

-He's in there with one of them duty solicitors.

-Why?

-I don't know, you need to get in there.

-Not much I can do if he doesn't want me.

-Are you joking?

Calm down or you'll be in a cell. What's he saying?

He's in there telling them he's a murderer, and you want me to calm down?

We should at least talk about this.

Look, it's commendable that you want to tell the truth

but there are ways of telling the truth.

If I'd wanted a proper lawyer I'd have got my dad's, all right?

Right, at last!

This is Mary Smith your appropriate adult. Mary.

TAPE BLEEPS

Interview commencing at 21:47.

Walford Police Station on Monday August 13th.

Those present: myself, DS Crisp, DCI Marsden, Ben Mitchell,

Mike Summers, duty solicitor and Mary Smith, appropriate adult.

Where do you want to start?

Let's go back to the night in question.

I remember your psych report.

That passage about your upbringing.

Little or no emotional integration with parents.

It's always because they weren't hugged enough.

And what's that got to do with anything? I killed her.

Like your dad killed Stella Crawford? What else did it say?

Oh, that you continually seek out your father's attention.

I used a picture frame.

It's sitting on the table in my living room.

Either through attempts to please or antagonise.

It's a big, heavy, metal frame, right? And I picked it up.

I picked it up and I hit her. I hit her on the left side of her face.

-I hit right there.

-Then there was the bit about you having trouble

differentiating between real events and fantasies.

She just fell on her back.

You were at the scene!

You saw all of that!

What my colleague is trying to say is...

Forget me, this interview,

forget the fact the CPS aren't going to let you get away

with wasting our time again.

Forget your dad, and whatever messed up reason you have for revenge.

Your step-mum was devastated by Heather's death.

Now you want to drag it all up again, break her heart again.

And for what?

-You're a selfish...

-I'm not.

-..manipulative...

-Please!

-..spoilt kid,

and if you had any decency you would stop this right now!

Yeah, but I did all this!

-Then tell us something you didn't read in the paper. Because right now...

-There was a tea towel!

There was a tea towel that I put over her face!

Fibres from a towel were found on her face.

We didn't find anything matching in the flat though.

I wrapped the picture frame in it before I left, all right?

Is that something I could have read about in the newspaper?

You know, sometimes when it hit me

that Phil would never love me as much as I loved him...

..I knew it would be all right, because I had Hev.

I could see us growing old together, when all the men had gone.

And you do go. Die or leave.

We were going to be like Laurel and Hardy,

in our pjs tucked up in a big double bed.

No prizes for guessing which one was Hardy.

Never knew which was which.

Doesn't matter which was which.

They were a pair.

Don't punish me anymore.

I'd never do that!

Then tell me!

Ben said that he did it but I don't know.

I don't trust him. Not like I trust you.

I know that Phil has been working on you both.

Making you think you're like Laurel and Hardy. Like you're a pair.

But you're not a pair. You are not like Ben.

You're kind.

No.

You've got a good soul.

I haven't!

You've got a heart.

-You've got a heart that loves.

-I'm not! I am a bad person!

I am a bad person!

Just speak, Jay.

Just speak!

Jay! You in there?

If anyone's in there I got a baseball bat!

Shirl! Lola said there'd been a break in.

-No, everything's fine.

-So I rushed round.

Now you can run straight back again.

Jay? You all right, son?

-Jay, what is it?

-He's fine.

-No he's not.

-Billy, will you just go, please?

-I'm not going till I find out what's the matter with him.

-Billy seems to think you're royalty.

-Compared to him I probably am.

-Let me buy you a drink.

-That count as a chat up line round here?

-All right, suit yourself.

-Look, I'm sorry. Sorry. It's a bad day.

Least you haven't got a broken leg.

Not in the diamond business are you?

No.

-Buy it off me anyway.

-I've only got a couple of hundred quid on me.

That'll do.

Look if you need it that much I'll lend it you.

-I don't take charity.

-I'm not a con man.

Look just take the ring, please!

You never know when you might need it.

-What's wrong, Jay?

-It's five minutes to your curfew. Just get home, yeah?

-He's right, Lo. You should get back.

-Only if you come with me.

I ain't going until I get some answers.

D'you remember the night Heather died, Bill?

Yeah.

I had food poisoning.

I was upstairs and you came in.

Yeah, you was in a right old state.

You said I was your boy.

Yeah. Always.

And you'll always be like a dad to me.

And I'll tell you.

I want to tell you, but right now... I need to talk to Shirley. Please.

If they have to talk.

I trust you.

Oh, you're so good at that.

What?

The way you saw them off.

Just like you did at the table, pretending you had food poisoning.

And Heather was dead in her flat!

It wasn't like that! They just pulled me along.

You let me go over there!

You let me find her!

Listen, I was gone. I was completely gone.

They showed me a direction and I just took it.

You got her blood on your hands like him!

Listen. Heather wouldn't give him the money.

I tried to stop him, but it all happened so fast, all right?

I ran... I ran to the Arches.

Ben and Phil turned up there, they said we were family.

They said we was just like family, right. Now look!

I've lost Heather. I've lost you.

I've lost absolutely everybody and I just can't get it out of my head.

Yeah, and I hope it never goes.

I hope it stays in there forever.

Police'll be here in a minute.

They're going to come looking for that.

You know Phil told me to get rid of it?

Asked me to protect you two.

I thought Ben had already given himself up?

Yeah, but without that, he's just another lying kid,

like he's always been.

What are you going to do?

-I've thought about it.

-The answer's still no.

You see a ring has two values don't it?

How much you pay for it and how much it means.

I know John spent thousands on this.

-In terms of what it means, 200 is about right.

-Take it somewhere in the morning.

-Look, we need somewhere to stay tonight!

-So let me lend it you.

I will not start my new life on the scrounge.

Thank you.

I wouldn't give this to anyone you care about.

it doesn't have a good track record.

All right, bruv?

You're not, are you?

You don't know when you're beaten, do you?

-What did she want?

-Nothing. You're late.

Yeah, well, blame the chef. Dinner took ages.

You can cook your own, next time.

Tracey, I'll have bangers and mash twice, a lemonade, a G&T,

and the name of a good bed and breakfast.

They're going to believe me now, right?

They'll have to investigate.

-If the picture frame is where you say...

-It's there.

What it comes down to now is...

..whether I love you all more than I hate you all.

If I'd seen him pick it up I'd have stopped him, I swear to you.

She trusted you.

She let you into her flat.

The last time we were together we had a fight.

So did we.

Well...Ben did.

So just before she died, everyone was angry at her?

The last words she said.

What were they?

I can't remember.

I only remember the weird things.

Like the police in McKlunky's.

I think about how big their hands were.

Just like my dad's hands when I were little.

I want my dad.

Mum!

Well if you didn't take such big mouthfuls I wouldn't have to do this, would I?

Please!

There you go, baby!

Will John ever come back?

Now my dinner looks a bit like you, don't it?

-No it doesn't!

-I'm starving(!)

-Stop it!

I'd be balling my eyes out if my wedding day ended up like this.

Yeah. He was rich though, weren't he?

She was probably only in it for the money.

Yeah, easy come, easy go. Women like that turn my stomach.

-Oi, Sharon ain't like that.

-You've only known her five minutes!

So, you ready for me to buy you that drink yet?

That doesn't look like me, does it?

Nah, nowhere near as handsome.

See, Mum?

A gin and tonic for me and a lemonade for Denny.

-Where's my boy?

-We're still interviewing him.

-He's lying.

Even so, we need to talk to you too.

We've heard enough to call your alibi into question.

Listen, I've given you my statement. I've got nothing to add to that.

-Now get your hands off me.

-If we find any evidence to suggest you knew about this we'll arrest you.

-Just get your hands off me, I said.

-Phil!

It's them.

You going to give it to them?

-KNOCKING

-Police! Open the door! >

Just tell me!

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Police. Open up! Open the door! >

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Open up! Police! >

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