18/03/2014 EastEnders

I saw it happen through the window -

I came to the back

because we'd been trick or treating on Victoria Road

and I thought I'd look in, to see if it was worth me knocking

and there they were -

Alice,

Michael

and Janine...

ALARM SOUNDS

Not long now, baby.

Then I saw Alice pick up this knife from the side

and she just went for him.

She stabbed him once in the back and then

when he turned to face her, she stabbed him again.

How'd I do?

Brilliant.

What colour jumper was she wearing?

Black.

Black...that's funny. I didn't think she was wearing a jumper.

Stacey, it's me. Again.

I just...wanted to say, I...

I was just phoning to make sure you're OK.

Just call me back, please.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Alice is still refusing to talk to anyone.

Poor girl, can you imagine the thoughts going through her head?

It's not looking great for her, is it?

Can you give me a lift?

What about David?

I told him not to come - I don't want to sit next to him

knowing that he's on her side.

The things I would like to say to that Janine. I swear,

I'm going to find out exactly what she's up to...

I know you're upset, Carol, - I know you're frustrated

and you're looking for answers, something to grasp hold of -

-I know it's too hard to accept otherwise.

-Yeah, cos Alice is innocent.

I'm not talking about Alice. I'm talking about you.

I just think you're using this fight for Alice to distract you

from the thing that's really scaring you.

It is. It's the cancer.

She'll come back when the dust settles. I know she will.

And if she doesn't? Then it's all been for nothing, all right

This is your last chance. One little slip up and you're looking at a three stretch. Yeah?

When you come out, Tommy would be six.

And what, you have our babies inside?

-PHONE RINGS

-It's Jean.

-Give me that.

-Alfie!

-Oi, you!

-She is not going to be messing with your head...

-It's Jean.

Yes, and she'll say anything - anything - to get her daughter back.

That's what parents do, Kat - they protect their kids.

It's too late - I've given my statement. I can't back out now.

-I like it.

-Really? Come on, it's a bit bright.

That's what we want.

Family-friendly, welcoming - a blackboard menu over there -

specials of the day, pizza...

Big tables where everyone can sit together.

And benches as well as chairs.

That is a great idea.

Low cost, high turnover food -

we could double our lunch-time covers in a month.

Double? Come on, that's being a bit ambitious.

Had a personality transplant since I was gone?

-Cos that used to be your favourite word.

-Second.

-After...

-BOTH: Money!

Are you two ganging up on me?

PHONE RINGS

Excuse me, that's Dot.

You know, it is really nice to get my teeth into something.

Me and unemployment haven't exactly been getting on very well.

I'm surprised you haven't been snapped up already, Lucy.

Well, you know, there's a minor flaw in that my referee's on trial for murder.

But I am thinking of setting up my own business -

I'm just not really sure which idea to go with.

-We could sit down later and go through them, if you like.

-Yeah.

I'm not saying no, Dot, obviously, it's just

I could really do with knowing numbers before I order the food in.

Yeah. All right. Yeah. Bye.

Dot wants me to do the catering for Nick's funeral next week -

Nick Cotton, the only man less popular than Phil Mitchell.

I'm sure he didn't mean nothing by it, Mrs B.

No, Arthur.

I know exactly what he meant.

He meant that he didn't think nobody'd come to Nick's funeral.

But I'm sure he's wrong - cos people round here,

they rally round.

They've got heart.

It wasn't Tam - he left early.

He has been working very hard lately.

-So are you going to tell her?

-They're just tea bags!

..which she leaves in the sink to get all cold and gross.

Yeah, all right, I'll tell her.

Don't say I said anything.

How long is she living with us anyway?

As long as she likes. Problem?

Just think it could be getting in your way is all.

-My way?

-Yeah.

How many good Muslim women are going to consider getting to know

a man who's already shacked up with someone like her?

A, I am not looking for a good Muslim woman...

B, or any other woman for that matter...

And C - there is definitely no shacking going on in our house.

-Hello, darling, you all right?

-Mmm.

Could you please put this in your window for me? Thank you.

50p a day.

HE WHISTLES

We could skip that part if you take the room.

It's on George Street - very convenient.

-Got a home, thanks.

-I'd let you clean up after me?

Tempting. But bizarrely still no.

-There you go.

-Enjoy, ladies. Tell everyone we're here. Take care.

You should have seen it half an hour ago. It was buzzing.

Queue right back to The Vic.

I reckon we should start doing a breakfast menu.

You know, like smoothies, pastries - that kind of thing.

I know it might sound a little full-on,

and I know I've got a lot to prove,

but I think this could work out for the both of us.

-Jake, can we have a chinwag about this later, is that all right?

-Yeah.

Oh, by the way, there was a woman asking after you yesterday...

-Oh, yeah?

-Yeah.

Australian.

What are you doing here?

Where's Kat? I need to speak to her.

She's at home.

What? But she's in witness protection!

What're you talking about? This is Albert Square, not Hollywood.

Alfie!

Missed me?

Oh! Tommy and Lily all right when you dropped 'em off?

Yeah. They're fine. It's Patrick you want to worry about.

You ready then?

I need the loo again.

PHONE RINGS

Stace, where are you?

I'm outside.

Yeah, I'm fine, but I can't get in the house - Ronnie and Roxy are standing by the gate.

Is Kat there?

All right. I'll come round the back. Let me in.

Get the champers on ice, then.

Don't get too cocky. I'll see you later.

Who was that on the phone?

No-one. Come on - we don't want to be late, do we?

Get off, you - I've got feet, you know.

KNOCKING

Nan?

Nan!

Nan, let me in!

Wait!

And just because Tanya had cancer doesn't make you an authority on it.

Everyone's different, Max...

All right, maybe I shouldn't have said it.

I should hate you. I should really hate you.

On the plane on the way over, I was thinking of all the disgusting names

I could call you - but now sitting here, I can't remember any of them.

I am so sorry, Nicole.

I told my friends I'd met the one! Probably get married, I said.

They looked at me like I was a sandwich short,

but I thought - just you wait, I'll show you.

-Nicole...

-Turns out I'm more than a sandwich short,

I'm a flaming three course meal!

Talk about humiliating.

I couldn't be more sorry...

I'll bet. £15,000 is a lot of money -

price of a burger van, I'll wager.

-You did give that to me, Nicole.

-I thought you cared about me.

I do.

And your girlfriend - care about her too?

Hear me out - there's Azeema

who works at the hardware shop on the high street.

Who?

You know, she's -

and before you say anything, she's lost a lot of weight recently.

Then there's Laila, whose husband died last year

but apparently she's ready to...

Auntie Fatima reckons Khaleela is about to get a divorce...

Auntie Fatima?

Yeah.

Have you been talking to Auntie Fatima about my love life?

-Shabnam!

-I'm sorry, I just thought she's the one with all the contacts...

Forget it. I don't need my daughter finding me a girlfriend.

-I can do that myself, thank you.

-Good. Who've you got in mind?

-Will you...

Have you spoken to her about the tea bags yet?

So I was talking to Jane about setting up a lettings company -

and I can work from home - I've got loads of contacts

from Butcher's Joints and I know the area inside out.

-It's just that...

-No.

Ian!

-See?

-She hasn't even asked you yet.

You want money, right?

Lucy, I think it's a really good idea, OK, love,

but if you want my cash, you'll have to work for it.

You do realise you are the biggest skinflint I've ever met.

It's why you love me.

-It's gone?

-Sorry, no offence.

Look, I know you've probably heard stories about me,

but I'm trying to turn my life around. I clean, I cook...

Look, you're a guy. I want to live with a girl.

Nah! You want to get 'em round for the night, have your fun

and then wave 'em off in the morning. They're not called a ball and chain for nothing, you know.

Besides, I'm the perfect wing man.

I'm not interested in a relationship, so I could be the perfect bait.

-You think women like you?

-Oh, sorry. Sorry.

Yeah.

Prove it.

You're not serious.

You want the room?

Yes, I know, son.

I know you're all very busy with that trial.

But you see, I need to know the numbers for the food to tell Ian.

And "maybe" ain't good enough for him...

Oh. Oh, right.

Yes, I understand.

Bye.

You'll come, won't you, Ronnie?

What part of that can't you get into your thick head? I don't want to talk to you.

-Hm?

-Nick's funeral. You and Roxy? You'll come, won't you?

Can we talk later, Dot? Excuse me.

No! Just get lost.

Jake.

I'm looking forward to having you as my new flatmate.

-Really?

-No woman's ever going to choose you over me.

JAKE LAUGHS

Stacey?

Oi, stop her - she's nicked something!

I ain't nicked nothing!

If it's so bad with Kat, why don't you just leave her?

I was going to - that morning when I woke up and I left, I was happy.

I was alive. I wanted to break free. Follow my heart.

-But then I found out.

-Found out?

She's pregnant.

And that's why I left so suddenly.

And, Nicole, I have been in a living hell ever since.

I wanted you so much...

I'm aching just looking at you right now.

But I can't be that man that walks out on his pregnant girlfriend.

I have morals. Standards.

We never even kissed.

Not properly.

What we did was...so much worse.

-Worse?

-Yeah.

We fell in love.

I've thought about you every night.

-What it would be like if we...

-Don't. That's not fair on either of us.

What if it did happen?

I'd like nothing more...

I wouldn't tell your girlfriend. I wouldn't tell anybody. We could just...

What are you talking about? No! I can't have an affair.

I'm not talking about an affair. I'm talking about a one-off.

Just once. Just so we have the memory to...savour.

What about the money?

What money?

Please Ronnie, you don't understand - I have to get to the court,

I haven't got a lot of time.

-Court? Why?

-It's complicated.

It always is.

Well, go on, then, Stacey. Tell me.

Five minutes.

Everything all right?

Mum and Dad?

Wait.

Any news on Alice?

She's still refusing to come out of her cell, apparently.

So don't worry. Plain sailing for us.

-Look at her, bold as brass.

-Come on. Let's go.

-Ooh!

-What?

I just felt a kick for the first time!

Oi, yous two, give the size nines a rest!

-I can't believe Alfie's missing this.

-They'll do it again.

What if they're stressed out cos of me? My heart is pounding out of my chest and look at my hands,

they're drenched. This can't be good for 'em.

-I'm sure they'll be fine.

-Alfie's right about everything.

I'm risking everything - Tommy, the babies -

I can't have 'em in prison, Nan, I can't!

Get a grip, Kat. You can do this.

Mrs Moon.

If you'd like to come with me?

Let her do it.

It's not that simple - she's got Tommy,

and she's got twins on the way - what if she ends up in prison?

Alice is going to go down for something she didn't even do!

Isn't that exactly what Janine is going to do to you?

I'm not innocent.

Stacey, you didn't stab her.

But I killed your dad.

You did what you had to do.

You were trying to protect yourself.

You can't spend the rest of your life paying for that.

It's too late. I already am.

And I'd have thought that you, of all people, would get that.

RONNIE SIGHS

What do you mean?

I might not be in prison, but I'm not free, am I?

I'm always waiting for a knock at the door.

Even if I go to the supermarket and I'm queuing,

someone looks at me for a second too long and I think, do they know?

Have they heard something? Should I run?

If Kat does this for you, you get off.

You can come home, you can stop looking over your shoulder.

What, just meet a bloke, settle down, and start again?

Yeah. Why not?

I don't see a ring on your finger.

This is the only way. No more lies.

Please, Ronnie, please.

I need to get to that court before Kat gives evidence.

Ron!

The suits want to give us a mortgage

and I didn't even have to take my clothes off!

Roxy. Roxy, what are you doing?

-I'm calling the police.

-No. No!

Go. Just go!

Come back here. No!

So after you called 999, you managed to talk Michael down, is that right?

And then what happened?

She picked up the knife and she attacked me.

Could you speak up, please?

Right, sorry.

What happened next?

Um, Michael, he tried to stop her...

..and then she...

She...

She stabbed him.

Twice.

She killed our dad!

You know what he did to her! You know what he did to me.

-Why can't you look at me?

-I can!

You still don't believe that he raped me, do you?

I just don't want to talk about it again. All right?

-No?

-No. What is the point?

Exactly.

So if you call the police, the case is going to have to go to court

and Stacey is going to have to stand up and tell everyone what he did to her.

I will get called up for evidence, I am going to have to relive

every single little detail of what he did to me. Is that what you want?

You're going to have to sit there and listen to your beloved daddy be torn to shreds.

But if you think you can handle that, then go ahead - call them!

RONNIE SIGHS

I don't believe it!

I know.

Somebody offering you all that money just to go to bed with you!

Don't sound so surprised!

What did you say?

I told her I needed time to think.

Alfie, you're seriously not going to do it?

Billy, she's all I've got. All right?

It's a red burger van, not a golden egg!

Just be straight with Kat, tell her the truth -

you haven't slept with this woman - you haven't done anything wrong!

I've only conned her out of 15 large ones, ain't I?

Billy, we were desperate!

And that might be a burger van to you, but to me it's a chance.

The only bit of hope we've had since we got kicked out The Queen Vic.

And we need that right now - Kat thinks we're doomed anyway, so...

Doomed?

Since she's been pregnant, she's getting all superstitious -

doesn't trust me to pick up the pieces if it goes belly-up.

And what, you being a gigolo, that helps out on that front, does it?

Oi! You just need to keep shtoom. She doesn't have to know, does she?

It's only sex! What's the big deal, eh?

ALFIE SIGHS

They're ready for you now.

-Stace?

-You lied about Kat.

-To protect you.

I thought I could trust you.

You can! You can trust me.

Stace. You're too late.

She's given evidence?

Yeah.

Liar.

-Please, Stace. I just don't want to lose you. Not again.

-I'm not yours to lose, Max!

I'm going to have to search your bag.

I swear by almighty God that the evidence

I shall give shall be the truth -

the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

-Would you like some water?

-Please.

Thank you.

DOORBELL RINGS

Hi.

Hi.

Would you tell the court what you saw on the night of the 31st October 2013?

In your own time.

Excuse me, where's the Janine Butcher trial?

-Ah, yes. Straight down the hall.

-Thanks.

I looked through the window and there they were -

Alice, Michael and Janine.

And what were they doing?

They were rowing.

And Michael had his hands...

his hands around Janine's neck, and then all of a sudden he stopped...

DOOR OPENS

And that's when Alice grabbed the knife and...

DOOR CLOSES

Ms Moon?

Ms Moon?