28/04/2014 EastEnders

(Mo! Mo!)

What you doin', you thieving cow?! You can't be stealing the flowers!

-What's the matter with you?!

-I wasn't nicking the flowers.

I was borrowing 'em.

I wanted to wish Kat good luck for court today.

I was going to wave 'em under her nose then put 'em back.

There's certain things you don't do in life, OK? And that's one of 'em.

Like locking up pregnant women? Let's hope not Alfie, eh?

ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS

LUCY: "Hi, you've reached the Beales'. No-one's here right now

"so leave a message, and we'll get back to you.

"Speak after the beep. Bye."

MACHINE BEEPS

Thought you were upstairs.

Sorry, Dad.

You all right, love?

Look, I've sorted you out some clothes so why don't you...

nip upstairs, get yourself dressed?

Ian?

Look, perhaps I...shouldn't be going back to the Minute Mart full-time?

I mean, Shabnam'll understand.

"Hi, you've reached the Beales'.

"No-one's here right now, so leave a message and we'll get back to you.

CROCKERY CLATTERS "Speak after the beep. Bye."

Sorry.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Tam, what you doing, mate? This is Peter's pitch.

Come on, have a heart, will you?

I can't let it stand empty indefinitely.

Sweetheart, do you want to pack up and jog on, darling?

Alfie, I'm sorry, but...

the rules state that if the present occupier isn't here by 10am...

Yeah, that's the community spirit, Tam.

You must be really proud of yourself, mate. Well done(!)

-Locked out?

-Yeah. My mum's gone off to chemo this morning

-and she forgot to give me her keys.

-Might just be your lucky day.

Thanks.

Hey. It'll be all right.

-What's all this?

-Erm, I just thought I'd tidy up,

and then after I'm going to do a bit of shopping,

-so if you tell me what you want, I can...

-You know, you don't have to.

You don't have to do that.

SHABNAM COUGHS

I'd better get going.

Erm, I told them that I'd go in, there's a...

There's a bug going round, they're really short-staffed.

KNOCKING AT DOOR

I'll get that.

Right. Erm...shopping.

I need to make a list.

Swore there was a pen and pad in there.

It's, erm...

What do you call that, when you... you know you saw something,

and then it's gone? It's, er... There's a word for it.

-What is it? What's that word?

-Grief?

Denise?

What brings you round here?

I think Bobby's going to need you.

Ian's not really talking, he's not really doing anything.

I didn't know who else to ask.

Right, then, Tommy, what do you think?

Cos Mummy's got to look like butter wouldn't melt.

I've got a big day ahead of me today.

I'm going to see a judge.

-And we want him to be nice to Mummy, don't we?

-Yeah.

-Yeah?

So, come on then, Tommy. What do you think? Thumbs up? Thumbs down?

Down.

Great(!)

SHE SIGHS

If it helps,

in my faith we believe that God will have mercy on...

Lucy, and welcome her to heaven.

He forgives all of us, does He?

Well, I don't really feel that I deserve that right now.

Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un.

It means, "We belong to Allah,

"and to Him we shall return."

But I'm also trying to say that I can do the tidying,

and the shopping.

Pops, come look at these posts about Lucy.

"That's one less dumb blonde on the planet."

-What's the matter with these people?

-They ain't people, are they?

You'd best close it up, Lo, before Peter...

Before Peter what?

Tell me.

Is that Lucy's page?

Are people leaving comments?

-I've got a right to know.

-You really don't want to, mate.

Read them.

-Look, they're not even worth reading.

-I want to hear them.

Just do it!

Erm... "So glad you're gone,

"they're going to need fire wood in hell."

Go on.

"You thought you were so pretty.

"Well, you don't look so good now."

Peter, I can't. I can't do this.

I'm going to find them.

I am.

And I'm going to kill 'em.

And, after that, I'm going to write vile things about them,

just like they've done about Lucy.

Jane.

Denise said Bobby might need me.

I heard Lucy's voice.

I thought she was behind me...

-I was going to phone you...

-Ian...

It's OK, Denise is out. I didn't want her here.

We need time, don't we?

But I've... I've missed you.

I mean, n-not just now, but always.

-Maybe we, erm, could try and get back together...

-Mum!

Bobby, me and your mum, we're trying to talk, mate.

-Do you want to go back upstairs?

-It's all right. I'm here.

I can't have people thinking this about Lucy.

She had loads of friends, people loved her.

Pete, I wouldn't even bother reading any of this. They're sick freaks.

They don't know what they're talking about.

It's bad enough I couldn't protect her in life.

Now I can't even protect her when she's...

I feel like I'm letting her down.

Just give me this. You need to calm down...

How can I do that?

I mean, what else am I supposed to do that isn't this?

I don't know, but...

Caught anyone yet?

I'm paying your wages. You want to pull your finger out.

-Look, if anything goes wrong and I go down...

-Kat, it won't, all right?

I've perjured myself.

That's a seven-year sentence.

Just tell Tommy any story.

I don't want him coming to visit me in prison.

There. For luck.

It was going to be a rabbit's foot, but I couldn't find a rabbit.

Tommy, you be a good boy for Daddy, yeah?

Can I have a hug?

I love you.

You've got lipstick.

I love you.

-Nan, I'll see you later.

-Yeah.

-Come on, Tommy.

-You go with Nanny.

Be a good boy. I'll see you later.

Go and have some lunch, shall we?

Listen, whatever happens,

if the worst comes to the worst, I'll kick off an appeal.

I'll go down to Downing Street myself and brew up a storm.

I promise you, Kat.

I'll get you out of there, OK?

Kat!

Don't you take no nonsense from them, all right?

-I want you straight back here.

-Yeah. Cheers, B. See you.

-See you.

Don't worry, I know all about it.

-What?

-Her and her crimes against humanity. Pam told me.

-Have you not got a stall to run?

-I'm just thinking of the market.

It only takes one putrid apple to ruin it for everyone else.

So let's hope she gets locked up, eh?

-Why don't you just shut your mouth?!

-Whatever.

So here then?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm feeling it.

You're not even paying attention.

You're missing her, aren't you?

Aunt Babe, she'll look after the pups, won't she?

She's not going to go all Cruella de Vil on us?

Course not!

No, she won't make any money out of 'em,

and she won't give 'em to people she don't trust.

Yeah. Just it's a tricky world out there.

Lot of slippery people.

Oi. I think the police are over at the Beales' again.

It's routine.

They'll be in and out for weeks.

Oh, just so you know, I've got you some mace.

I don't need mace. Not with these guns.

A little drop of pepper spray never hurt no-one.

Actually, Dad, I think you'll find that's exactly what it does.

So what do I get, then?

Well, now that our big soldier son's gone back

you're going to get my eternally watchful presence.

Ugh! Get me the mace.

Shut your mouth, you, and get over here.

I'm not going to let anything happen to either of you.

Generally, it's a decent world we live in,

but there's far too many wrong 'uns out there itching to spoil that.

Let me tell you something now...

Not while I'm knocking about.

The investigation team have widened their search of the Common.

They're interviewing people who often frequent it, dog-walkers, joggers...

Someone will have seen something.

Look, I promise you, we're doing everything that we can,

and I know it seems like nothing is happening,

but I want to catch this person as much as you do.

I want my Lucy back.

Erm...

that might still be some time yet.

I need to start making arrangements for her...

For her funeral.

I absolutely understand that.

We, erm, we don't get how she can...still help.

I'm afraid it's just procedure.

I want my daughter back.

I understand that, I do,

but there are still a few more...

Well, there's still a few more tests we need her for.

-Evidence? Is that all she is to you now, is that it?

-No...

-A body? She's not even a person. She's a thing.

-Mr Beale...

-Bobby.

I do not want her lying

-in that cold, horrible place, OK?!

-Go upstairs.

I know what they do to people in that place, and I want it stopped!

Lucy needs to come home.

All right, Billy.

-How's Peter?

-He's a right mess.

And all this "drolling" about Lucy don't help.

-Trolling? Like online?

-Yeah.

Sick little so-and-sos. It's unbelievable, ain't it?

Great, the modern world, innit?

You give people technology, what do they want to do? Make people's lives a misery.

Let's hope they wrap this up quickly for everyone's sake.

-Shame your Lee went back.

-What do you mean?

Oh, Mick, I'm sorry.

That came out wrong. I'm just all over the shop at the minute.

Everyone knows that he was just trying to help, that's what I meant.

-Lee told them everything.

-Yeah, yeah.

It's Ian I feel sorry for, you know?

He can't even bury the poor girl, can he?

Anyway, look, do us a pint when you're ready?

What's he implying?

Right, that's it. I'm going over Ian's.

-They're probably not eating right. I'll cook 'em something.

-You?

You don't want to wipe 'em all out, L, eh?

I've got some of them ready meals in the fridge.

It'll look good, show 'em we're a decent, caring family.

Ready meals?

I'll bung 'em in a casserole dish. I have got standards.

-Dad.

-Yeah?

It's cool. No-one thinks anything.

Martin'll love you in that, won't be able to keep his hands off you.

That's the plan. We ain't been out for ages.

We're going to our favourite place, just me and him for once.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do. Here you are. See you later.

Just so you know, I've been chatting to everyone.

Looks like Kat's not the only jailbird around here.

-Don't start all that.

-It's wrong.

Criminals running stalls when, thanks to the merger,

good honest people have lost their livelihoods.

Do you know what? I am a nice person.

-Huh!

-Because if I wasn't, I'd slap you right round the chops.

I've just come round to see if you were free lunchtime?

I've rung Johnny and Whitney with this idea,

-and they're both up for it, so...

-Up for what?

Sweetheart?

Next time they come round, I will take him out.

I don't want them round here any more.

I just want Lucy back.

I know, Ian, I do.

I feel the same, but you've just got to trust them.

I don't know what I'd have done without you.

I don't know where I'd be.

You've got to...

You've got to hang in there. And you can, Ian. I know you can.

SHE SIGHS

What are we going to tell Denise?

And Masood. I mean, they deserve to know.

Ian, I...really care for you, God knows I do, but...

-We need to start building for the future.

-..what happened was wrong.

It's not just about us, is it? It's about Bobby and Peter.

-KNOCKING AT DOOR

-Leave it.

-Oh, come in.

-I'm really sorry,

I don't mean to intrude, and you can tell me to disappear,

but I can't stop thinking about you and I wanted to do something...

Oh, hang on, this is burning my hands off.

-Thank you.

-Well, look, anything.

Anything at all, just say, call, text, shout from the window,

and I'll be there.

We all will. We're all here for you,

and, erm, I know Lee's done his bit,

but if we can do anything more, then we totally will.

Why don't you go home?

I can manage.

Think I'd rather be here right now.

Not doing much good over there.

Can anyone, when you think about it?

Sorry. I'll, er, take your lead.

If you want to talk about...Lucy, then I will,

and if you don't, then I won't.

-Thanks, but I think I'll do this my way.

-Of course.

Not sure what that is right now. But...

..I'll get there.

So, does... Does this mean you'll be staying with Ian?

-Course I will!

-Sorry...

-I don't know if you've noticed,

but things have changed a bit around here. Don't bring that up again.

There you go, love. Cheers. Thanks for that.

I've been asked to come and mediate,

because your constant bickering is driving customers away.

Yes, that's right, cos she started it.

Your mate started it by getting herself a court appearance.

-OK, that's not really helping.

-Shut up,

because you know this is only going to go one way.

-That's not really helping, either.

-So that's the kind of person you are? I should've known.

Do I really have to take this from you? Is she having a laugh?

-Ladies, can we...?

-I know what sort of person you are.

You think you're untouchable, so you go round bullying people.

Bullying?! I'm standing up for my rights!

I am not above you hitting you, do you know that?!

You heard that, she threatened me! You lot heard that!

Are you kidding me??

-Kat, you're out!

-Yeah. And look what I've come back to.

-Yeah, stick that where the sun don't shine.

-You're not grasping the concept, are you?

-She got off?

-The Walford One walked. How about that, eh?

-This country's a disgrace.

-Yeah? Then emigrate.

Listen, we're having a good moment here, darling. Please, back off.

Someone's been killed. Yeah? And here we are ripping into each other.

-I didn't know her.

-Well, why don't you go and ask her dad about her,

and find out why there's so many flowers outside his gate?

Cos Lucy was a lovely girl, and the world needs more of that.

Not this ugliness right outside his house.

So have some respect, yeah?

Great. Well...

I think that sorts that, don't you?

Yep, lovely. Well done.

-Did you really get off?

-Two-year suspended.

Bit close for comfort, but my lady is free.

I tell you what, B, yeah, after seeing all them tributes

and what it stands for... It wasn't worth it.

I've got too much to lose.

Listen, ladies, I'll be over in a minute. I'm really busy...

-Busy little bee, ain't you?

-Ow!

-What are you doing?

-Getting the band back together again.

You and me, serving the world.

I reckon people must've missed this place being open.

That's well nice.

-Your Martin's in for a right treat tonight.

-He was.

"Too busy"? What's that mean?

It's his mates, they keep ganging up on him, making him go out.

-What are you doing?

-Sorting it. Watch this.

Hello, is that Martin?

You don't know me, right,

but I'm telling you now, that is some wife you've got.

No, seriously, you do not want to miss out on tonight.

Oh, right.

-Well, you're a right div, then, ain't you?

-Martin? I'm really s...

You cannot do things like that.

You do it, then, cos you're worth more than a miserable text.

-What is it?

-Come through.

We had a whip round, and got some lunch sorted.

I don't understand.

I thought we could remember Lucy in the proper way.

It's worth a try, isn't it?

My mum took some lunch round to your dad's,

so if you was thinking of going home, don't.

She can ruin a ready meal with the best of them, you know.

We all miss her, Peter.

-Good having your mum back, isn't it?

-Ian.

-Couldn't do without her, could we?

-Let's not do this.

If you wanted, it could be permanent.

-Please.

-Imagine that, eh?

Just tell your mum how much you love her being here.

-You don't have to say anything, love.

-Bobby, go on!

-Ian, let it go.

Actually, there's something we need to tell you.

-We're getting back together.

-Stop, stop it!

-Look, I know it's early days...

-You cannot do this to him!

Dad, it's all right. I'm here.

Yeah, but you're not Lucy, are you?

Well, you're not.

See? That's why he needs you.

Listen, right? You listen to me.

There is no me and you.

You are clinging onto something that was good once.

But that's not us now.

What happened came from a horrible, dark place of grief and guilt.

And I don't want to go back there, and you mustn't either,

or you will never, ever get over this.

-Jane, I've never needed you more than I need you now. Please.

-Do you think this is working? Really?

Bobby's in tears, we've cheated on Masood and Denise.

It's a mess!

You, you need to get out of those clothes,

have a shower, and start again.

Forget about me and be the dad that Bobby needs.

I love you.

I absolutely do...

..but I am not the answer.

Erm... OK, I got one.

I was in the club once and I saw Lucy.

Some guy was pestering for her number all night,

but she didn't want to give it to him, so she gave him Phil's number.

And he was in. You didn't want to see his face! It weren't pretty.

I remember we had this karaoke night over at the Vic,

all the songs from the musicals, it was my mum's idea.

That bloke Winston, he was halfway through singing I Feel Pretty

when Lucy come up and pulled the plug out.

I could've cried with relief.

Whit?

-Sorry.

-It's all right.

Erm...

-Oh, God.

-Hey.

-Honestly, it's fine.

OK. We were out on the town once...

..and we ended up in some casino with these blokes.

She told them that we were supermodels.

And she was charging 'em for photos.

And they paid for our drinks all night.

They did figure it out in the end.

We had to climb out the toilet windows to get away.

I've got loads of stories like that.

So I guess, if you think about it, you know,

Lucy will always be a part of who I am.

Thanks for doing this.

Denise gave me the afternoon off, so...

Jane?

I thought you were with Ian.

I've made such a mess of things.

JANE SOBS

What did you do?

Finally! Hey, Tommy!

There you go, buddy. How are you, mate?

Sit down there for me. Good boy.

-Can we play football?

-We'll play football in a minute, yeah.

What do you think?

What? It's your stall?

No, stop right there. It's not my stall, it's our stall.

It's a brand-new start for you, Kat. This is our stall now.

The Moon stall. You're free, so we've got to make the most of it.

We'll be partners at love, work, and play, yeah.

What do you reckon, Tommy?

Still think God will forgive me?

That's the deal He makes, so, yes.

And how about you?

Let's face it, you've never liked me

and I've just given you an even bigger reason not to.

Just come on, have a go. Tell me I'm horrible, cheap.

With what you're going through right now, how could I judge you?

How could anyone?

I know you think you've made things worse

but there isn't anything worse, really, is there?

So what do I do now?

DOORBELL RINGS

Mum!

I think you need to take care of your son.

I don't get it, sweetheart. I've been working on this for ages,

it was going to be the big Moon spectacular. Me and you.

I've got Bianca, ain't I?

I can't abandon her, not after everything we've been through.

Look at all the Alice stuff. I can't do that to her.

-But I just thought...

-Your stall doesn't need me, all right?

Your dreams won't change. It'll be amazing, I promise you.

Hey, Bobby. Hey.

What's all this?

I don't deserve you.

I'm sorry, what?

Mas, I've got to go.

-Where?

-Look... Look, I'll call you.

-But...

-Dad. Not now.

I'm so sorry.

I don't know how long it'll be for.

I'll call you.

We both will.

I love you.

(Jane?)