01/05/2014 EastEnders

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Is this to apologise or explain?

Son?

Oh come on, Son, don't be like that. We're all right now, aren't we?

I'm doing what you want me to do, and what everyone else

wants me to do - I'm seeing the genetics doctor this afternoon,

so you can all stop going on about it.

KNOCK ON WINDOW

KNOCK ON DOOR

What's happened? Is there some news?

Have you've not had the TV or radio on this morning then?

No, why?

Can I come in?

Yeah, come through.

What's with the box?

It's some of Lucy's belongings. I thought you'd like them back.

You haven't come here just to tell us that, have you?

No. Um...

There's been a development,

and I wanted you to be the first to know.

Only sadly...

Look, I'm not going to bore you with the internal politics of the Met.

Suffice to say that, somehow, there's been a leak.

Now, everyone's playing pass the parcel.

Hand on heart, I don't know the details,

but the fact is...

this news - the news that I wanted you to be first to know -

it's already got into the hands of the press.

Thanks for helping.

You're welcome, Denise.

What do you want?

I was wondering whether you could put this little ad

-in your shop window for me.

-Yes.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Just wanted to know how you're doing?

I'm fine, honestly.

And you're getting on with Ian OK?

Listen, I'd really love to stop and chat,

but I've still not done the papers yet.

Also, there's someone with me.

Remember what we said about self-sacrifice?

Try thinking about yourself for a change.

Yeah, well, I'm trying...

not to think at all at the moment.

You all right?

Yeah...if a man can ever be all right

with that woman under his roof.

Well, try thinking about yourself for a change, yeah?

I'll see you soon.

Love you.

Love you, too.

How much?

-What?

-For the ad, darling? How much?

Oh, it's 50p for a day.

Right, here's two weeks.

You can keep the change.

Do you know where else I can put it up?

Yeah, the caff has got a notice board.

Hm. Yeah, I'd forgotten that. Thank you.

Denise?

Sorry. I'm going to need you to...

just hold the fort, just for two minutes.

What do you mean, "hold the fort?" What am I supposed to do?

When did you find this out?

Late yesterday afternoon.

We've got no idea how it got out at the moment.

I can only apologise.

Ian?

Oh.

I was going to show you something but...

maybe you already know.

What?

Emma just told us. They, uh...

They think Lucy knew her attacker.

-TELEVISION:

-'Walford police are investigating claims

'that local girl Lucy Beale,

'believed to have been killed in a botched mugging attempt over

'the Easter weekend was, in fact, murdered.'

-Patrick!

-'The speculation follows an article in the Walford Gazette

'which claims that Lucy was killed elsewhere

'and her body placed on the common.'

-What do you want?

-Looks like she was murdered.

'The 20-year-old's phone and wallet were missing...'

I know. I heard it on the radio.

-That lovely girl.

-'So far, the police have made no arrests

'in connection with the case...'

Still, you never know what goes on behind closed doors.

Meaning what exactly?

Nothing.

What do you think you're doing?

-Since when?

-Have you started looking for somewhere else to live, yet?

I've been asking around.

If you're putting the kettle on, I could do with a cup of tea.

Da-da-da...

What are you doing here?

-Holding the fort.

-So, where's Denise?

She went across the road.

Here. Look at that.

Oh, no...

This is awful.

Some sick people out there.

I've just spoken to Jane. Now, I need to speak to you.

So, how long have you known it weren't a mugging?

As soon as forensics established that Lucy

didn't die where she was found.

There was no distribution of blood at the scene which

suggests that the murder took place elsewhere...

What? So she was just...dumped?

Yes...

OK, so, do you have names?

Are you looking for anyone in particular?

-No, not as yet.

-What about the Carter lad?

Lee Carter's alibi checks out.

Look, we have got one significant lead, though,

which isn't in the paper.

Go on.

I know I've asked you this before, Mr Beale,

but, did you have any hint that Lucy was seeing

anyone other than Mr Carter?

Why?

Her phone records show that she was exchanging a significant number

of texts and calls with someone in the weeks leading up to her death.

-Who?

-Well, that's the question.

All the calls were made to a pay-as-you-go phone

with no registered user.

You've got no idea who that might have been?

What kind of texts?

Well they were, um...

they were of a clandestine nature.

What are you saying?

We need to find this person so that

we can rule them out of our enquiries.

That's your way of saying that you reckon they did it, yeah?

We have to keep an open mind.

When you say "clandestine"...

Organising trysts and the like.

Trysts?

Sorry. Secret meetings.

So, Lucy was having it off with this bloke.

I mean, that's basically what you're saying, yeah?

Are we likely to know who this person is?

That is a possibility.

I've been dumped!

And when I ask why, I get waves of guilt coming down the phone.

Now, you know something.

No!

I'll ask you again, what did you and her talk about before she left?

-Nothing.

-Shabnam...

I've been going through it all in my head,

and I understand she's upset.

I understand her needing to take Bobby away. But, dumping me?

And then, at 4am, it occurs to me, of course - Ian.

It has something to do with her and Ian, doesn't it?

Shabnam, don't you dare lie to me!

I need to know the truth.

It's to do with her and Ian, isn't it?

Has she slept with him?

That's all I need to know.

"20-year-old Lucy ran a successful letting agency

"near Albert Square, East Walford.

"Blonde Lucy may have been..."

Stop reading it now.

As if the colour of her hair is even relevant.

-Hi.

-You all right?

The restaurant's still closed so I'm filling in.

It's better than being laid off.

Before you ask, I phoned the hospital,

so, there's no need for this conversation.

Good. That's not why I'm here, though.

I waved at you earlier and you ignored me.

I understand you being confused... I'm a bit confused myself.

But, we can't pretend it never happened.

What am I supposed to say?

I just think we should clear the air.

-Well, not here and not now.

-All right.

Well, let's grab five minutes when we swap shifts then, yeah?

Least it weren't your first time.

-Son....

-In a minute.

I feel sick.

Fats, go after her will you?

Listen...

Look, I know you're nervous about this appointment today,

so I want to come with you. Kat will look after the stall.

I'm not even ill yet.

-There you go.

-That copper's still over there. How long's that been now?

Well, how do you know it's a copper?

Well, who else is going to be there at this hour?

Do you think it's to do with what was on the news?

No, I reckon they know something.

You still worried about Sonia?

No, no. I was just thinking about Ian.

Do you know what, if I wasn't feeling so washed out

I'd go over there and see him.

Aye, aye...

She's coming out with Ian.

-I'm going to go over there now.

-Hey? No, no, no.

No, you stay here.

-I'll do it.

-Why? What are you up to?

-Up to?

-It's not like you.

I can be a nice person, Carol. Sometimes I can.

All right. Well, that is a kind thing to do.

Do you want me to pop back at lunchtime?

No, no, no, I'd rather sort it all on my own.

All right. Well, good luck, then.

David...

..you know.

One of the things I love most about you Carol Jackson,

is you make me try and be a better person.

David, you've known me for over 35 years.

I said "try," I didn't say anything about having succeeded. Ta-ta.

See you.

I just want to get some sense of why...

or who...

Mr Beale - Ian - I understand your need for answers, but please...

Leave the detective work to you.

Look, if you start questioning potential witnesses,

it's only going to slow things up.

I understand.

You've got my number. So, if anything occurs...

Ian...

Look, I know we've had our differences in the past, mate,

and I ain't been too kind to you.

But, I'm a dad as well...

Hey, where are you going? Hang on, hang on.

Look, I just wanted to say if there's anything...

anything I can do for you...

-Was it you?

-Was what me?

Was it you sending her the sleazy texts? Arranging to meet her?

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

I wouldn't put anything past you.

I don't know, Ian, I really don't...

Has she mentioned a name or anything?

Look, if I knew anything more I would tell you.

Please think back, OK.

You might have thought at the time that it was nothing,

but, it could be something now.

Look, Lauren knew her a lot better than I did, so...

Do you know where she is?

She was here before, but I think she went home.

-Wait, I need to speak to you.

-Not now, Masood. Please.

I know, all right? What, anyone would think you hadn't have a clue

-what I'm talking about.

-Now is not a good time.

I know how I'm supposed to react, Ian.

"Ian's just lost his daughter. He's all over the place.

"So what if he's just bedded your girlfriend?"

-Please, I'm begging you.

-To hell with it, Ian. To hell with it.

I don't care how vulnerable you were or how much comforting you needed.

Your daughter is barely cold on the slab and you're in bed with Jane.

You're suffering? Well, good.

What if the person that killed her...

was someone that she knew?

I mean do I know this person as well?

Are they in my address book?

Could I possibly bump into them at the Minute Mart?

I don't know but you can't think like this, Lauren, all right?

-MOBILE PHONE BEEPS

-You're going to send yourself mad.

Oh, no...

That's Peter, he wants to see me.

What am I meant to say to him?

KNOCK ON DOOR

I just wish everyone would go away.

Leave it, leave it, Lauren, all right? Just ignore it.

-What time do you call this?

-Someone's stressed.

-Yeah, why do you say that?

-The fags.

You've seen the paper, then?

Listen, before you sit down, go up the Arches, will you?

-There's a Corsa needs picking up...

-Yeah, in a minute.

Bad business, isn't it, eh?

I can't even think about it.

-Nah, not when you've got daughters yourself.

-Exactly.

Ian just knocked on your front door.

Why?

I don't know, mate. But, he's on the warpath.

He's just found out Lucy's been getting texts off this bloke

on the sly, apparently.

And before you say anything, he's already accused me,

so don't start getting offended if he does the same...

I've been looking for Lauren, she's not in.

Do you know where she is?

Ian, I'm really sorry...

Can you call her? I need to speak to her.

Yeah, course.

-Now?

-Yeah, I've just got one e-mail to send

and then I'll do it straightaway.

He probably reckons Lauren knows something

about this fellow that Lucy was seeing.

You going to pick up that Corsa or not? Phil's waiting for you.

Phil. Always been a bit tacky between me and him.

Especially after I had that thing with his baby sister.

Did I ever tell you about that, Max?

Uh, no.

Cor, we're going back a bit now. I was what...

34, 35? She was early twenties.

Pretty, available, so I was off to the races mate, I tell you.

Mind you, that's what I was like in them days.

Something to be said for getting older, eh?

-Do you want one?

-No, you're all right, thanks.

Mind you, that does explain why he pointed the finger at me earlier on.

I'm surprised he never said anything to you.

Well, why are you surprised he didn't say nothing to me?

Well, you know, whats-her-face.

Carol told me the whole story.

-Kacy, was it?

-Stacey.

Yeah, that's the one. How old was she then?

If you ain't going to pick this motor up, I'll go myself, all right.

That's all right, I'll go. I can't drink this muck anyway.

I ain't scared of Phil Mitchell.

And you've got a call to make.

Excuse me? What the hell happened to you last night?

And why was your phone switched off?

It wasn't switched off. It was out of battery.

Can we talk about this later, I've got to get to a shift at the caff...

Not even an apology? Some people would call that rude.

-All right, I apologise, OK?

-That's an apology?

Well, what do you want me to say?

I want you to sound like you're taking this relationship seriously.

-I do!

-So, don't you think you owe me an explanation?

Usual, please.

So, this is your idea of looking for somewhere else to live, is it?

I can't go until Tina gets here.

Well, does she even know you've got an appointment?

Yes. She's going to be here in a minute.

I'll take over. You're more important. Just go, will you.

Give me that.

And phone me as soon as you get there, yeah,

and let me know what's happening.

-Yes, OK.

-You all right?

-What are you playing at?

-I'm taking over from her.

Have you got a problem with that?

-Sonia?

-I've got that appointment.

Look, I got held up.

Tosh was giving me ear ache about last night.

I could hardly tell her the truth, could I? I'm sorry.

Bianca is in there doing what you should be doing,

so why don't you get in there and do it.

I thought we were going to clear the air.

Trouble in paradise?

None of your business.

Ah, is someone feeling a little bit put out?

Maybe it's time you moved on.

OK. OK, you want a list?

The half drunk cups of tea you leave all over the place.

Hogging the TV, the nail clippings on the bathroom floor.

That would have been Dexter.

So, Dexter wears red nail varnish now?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I ought to be at the launderette by now.

Let's have this conversation this evening.

No, no, no. Conversation done. Finito.

You're kidding me.

You're not going to throw an old-age pensioner out, are you?

I'm making a decision.

I'm giving you a one month's notice and that's official.

-Hello?

-Hello?

-Hello.

-Hi.

Dad?

I've done something really stupid.

I told Ian Beale exactly what I thought of him.

Oh, you didn't...

I said he'd used Lucy's death...

..to get to Jane.

And now I wish I was dead.

When did Bianca tell you about Naomi?

Oh, that was her name. Was it romantic?

Look, I really need to go.

ENGINE STUTTERS

Come on.

I wonder if it was her dealer.

What?

What, you didn't know?

Cindy told Dad that Lucy was doing coke

and then he found a bag amongst her stuff.

Yeah, I know. I'm beginning to feel like I didn't know my sister at all.

What am I supposed to do with all this stuff?

It belongs to the business. Just thought you might need it.

All right? Sorry to interrupt...

Lauren, I think your dad's trying to get hold of you.

Yeah, I'm going to go and see him in a minute.

Any news on this fellow and the texts, Peter?

How do you know about that?

Well, your dad told me.

Lucy was getting some texts from some fellow

she was seeing apparently.

I can't take much more of this.

I'm going to go see my dad.

Babe, you've forgot the...

-What you doing here?

-Oh, I'm just standing in for Tina.

Might have a long wait, darling.

I've just seen her outside the Vic, gassing in her car with Sonia.

What?!

Oy!

Right, go on, try it now.

Shall I go and get one of the blokes from the garage?

I just want you to go away.

-Why are you being like this?

-What's the problem?

-What's it look like?

You should've been in the caff ten minutes ago

and she should be at the hospital.

Will you two just leave me alone?

Hurray!

-I thought I told you to leave her alone.

-I was trying to help.

If she don't want it, it's up to her.

Ain't nothing to do with you.

Now it turns out she had a coke habit...

and another bloke on the go.

Why don't you go home, Lauren.

Go on, get some rest.

Take your mind off things.

Now I've got all this.

What is all that?

Lucy's stuff.

It's her stuff from the business.

I can't take it.

Come on, I'll take care of it. Come here.

Go home, Lauren.

I thought I was meant to go see Ian.

What's the point? You don't know anything, do you?

He's probably just asking everyone.

Peter said it just now.

It's like we didn't really know her at all.

-Son?

-Don't start.

My car's broken down on Victoria Rd, the Arches is closed...

I'm looking for Dexter.

My dad will take you.

It's too late. I've missed the appointment.

I'm going to have to call them.

Mag, look after the stall for a minute. Sonia!

What time do you call this?

-You've seen Lauren, then?

-Sorry, I just asked you a question.

Anything interesting?

-You know what I think, don't you?

-I'm not interested.

I think if I had an important hospital appointment

and my car needed fixing, I'd have definitely made other arrangements.

I don't need this.

Why was Tina so annoyed then, Sonia?

Sonia? Son, look at me. This is me.

You want to know? You really want to know?

Me and Tina kissed. And now, it's one big mess.

Are you happy, now?

I've had this feeling nagging away at me ever since

I found out she'd been murdered.

Try to shut it down. But, it won't shut up.

I had another daughter once. Long time ago, now.

Yeah, I know. Carol told me.

Do you know, whole years go by

and I don't even think about her.

Well, I try not to.

And then...

something like this kicks off and, you know,

you've got no choice.

You're forced to remember.

Which is what this feeling's all about.

Karen. Hard enough even to say her name.

They were in a car crash.

I wasn't around.

But, Ian's around, isn't he?

Poor bloke.

I bet he's going through what I never went through, isn't he?

Anger...

Grief...all that.

Do you know, I sort of envy him.

At least he's getting it out of his system.

I've still got it.

So, when he goes and accuses me, that's like a...

that's like a kick in the goolies, isn't it? I mean, I'm well affronted.

But, then, there's another part of me that thinks,

"Well, can you blame him?"

What, with my track record.

I'd like to think I'm past all that now but...

Like hell you are.

Maybe.

But, it takes one to know one, don't it?

Sorry, what are you saying?

I'm just saying I could imagine a scenario, you know...

pretty girl, right set of circumstances.

Just like it was with Sam Mitchell all those years ago.

But, if it was to get a bit fraught...

A bit too clingy, maybe?

If I had more of a temper on me.

Temper like yours, say.

I'm not angry with you, Max.

Me and you, we're more alike than either of us is prepared to let on.

But, I'm right, aren't I?

About what?

Like I said, I'm not angry.

But, you did do it, didn't you?

Did what?

You killed Lucy.