13/05/2014 EastEnders

TELEVISION: 'That's what's going to happen.

'It's all down to the wind.

'The next couple of days, that warm southerly wind

'could push temperatures up across the British Isles.

'Then shifts of wind, down comes cooler air and some of us,

'by the end of the week, might be grabbing extra pullovers.

'Look at the temperatures - middle 20s for some of us.'

I can't believe he was living in that flat with you.

I don't suppose they asked, "Are you a murderer?"

on the tenancy agreement.

Don't joke. He was a really nice bloke.

We used to chat all the time. He just don't seem the type.

-They never do.

-Someone give me a hand, will you?

Just because they arrested him don't mean he definitely did it.

-No, no, I think they've clearly got the right man.

-Here, Dad.

What I don't understand, right, is that she's found in the park,

but they're all over the flat, fingerprinting us.

-Anything left in the pot?

-It just don't make sense.

And acting so normal these past few weeks.

Drinking in here, me serving him, gives me the creeps.

-Are you getting your nut down here again tonight?

-That's what we're going to find out now.

Aleks is staying at Roxy's at the moment.

-See you later.

-I've got to split.

Text me what you fancy for tea.

-Yeah.

-See you later, boy.

-Laters.

You're quiet. You all right?

Yeah, fine. Just got a headache.

-What are we having for lunch?

-What did your last slave die of?

I'm nearly out of painkillers.

-Good.

-I've got a prescription.

Mick and I are off to look at paint,

-to give the outside a freshen-up.

-Then we'll go to the cash and carry.

I want to put on a little do, give people something else to think about.

I could do with a bit of fresh air myself.

Gets a bit stuffy, cooped up in here.

You know where the door is.

-I'll get you and your chair downstairs before I go.

-Thanks.

And, Shirl, try not to push him in the canal, won't ya?

Me? I'm not doing it. Nancy can do it.

I can't. I'm working the bar.

Mick, I don't mind getting the prescription,

-but I ain't taking him with me.

-It's the chemist and back.

Hardly kill you, will it?

Looks like you and me are going to have a little road trip, girl.

Apricot.

To think he was with Lauren. Ooh! Don't bear thinking about.

Has she mentioned anything to you about what she said to the police?

Not a word. Whatever she told 'em must have been enough.

At least the murdering scum's off the streets.

I can't imagine what Ian's going through.

How much more can he take?

The blood we found in the flat...

we've matched with Lucy's DNA.

We also found the missing earring that she was wearing

the night she died.

We've been able to formally charge him.

But why? I mean, why would he do that to her?

Were they arguing? Is that why he did it?

That's what we're trying to establish.

-You think he killed her in the flat?

-Until Forensics finish,

-we can't be sure.

-How would he have been able

to move her to the common without anyone seeing?

Dragging her body out. Someone would've seen.

Was it definitely him that she met up with at that flat?

He is our only focus

and now it's about building the case against him,

his association with Lucy, the blood, using an alias

to meet up with her, and now this statement from Lauren Branning.

Has he got bail?

No. And it's unlikely he will.

Look, there's a long way to go yet, but he's in custody.

Remember, anything, any time.

My beautiful baby girl.

Why would he want to hurt her?

He was here...

..with her, with all of us.

-Why didn't I see it?!

-No, look,

none of us could have seen it. None of us.

PHONE RINGS

You all right?

Lauren, come on, babe. What's the matter?

Eh? What's the matter?

What if I've got it wrong?

-Come on.

-But I had to tell 'em, didn't I?

-Yeah, of course you did.

Peter and Ian, though, they saw him getting arrested.

I know, I know. Don't be upset.

It's all over. Come on.

If it was him, though, why would he do it?

Why?

I don't know, Lauren.

And he lied. Why would he do that?

Listen, you ain't upset about anything else, are you?

About Lucy or what she was doing?

I told them what he said.

He said he was too drunk to remember what happened

after Lucy took him home.

-Did I do the right thing?

-Yeah, of course you did.

Of course you did. I know it's upsetting, but they've got him.

OK? It's all over.

-You sure it's the one she wants?

-Yes, she loves it.

-Then get it for her.

-It's a lot of money.

-She's worth it, ain't she?

What you doing up? I thought you was off school because you was ill.

-I am.

-Right, see you later, then.

-What about lunch?

-Sorry, something's come up.

Ta-ta, darling. I've got to shift, an' all.

-Want me to find Liam something to do at the car lot?

-I'd rather stay with Nan.

He can help me eat some of the lunch that I made for everybody.

Do you really think you can buy your way out?

Liam, you've got this all wrong. Nikki tried to kiss me.

I had to go over there to tell her to back off.

Ain't you got somewhere to be?

I hope you're not too ill to eat, darling. There you go.

-Is it going to be much longer?

-Won't be long.

I never thought I'd see the day when

you was pushing me around like a baby.

Used to take you down the park, in your pram. You'd be sat up,

-taking everything in.

-Looking for an escape route, more like.

Things weren't always bad, you know.

You suffering from dementia as well?

Oi! I ain't got all day!

Peter, I've been trying to get hold of you all morning.

I've come to get some of my stuff.

What? Look, I know I messed up, all right?

I'm really, really sorry.

But you don't have to do all this. You don't have to leave.

It's not about that, Lola.

We're just all trying to get our heads around Jake being arrested.

My dad's going to need me right now.

But who's going to look after you, eh?

Just come home and I can look after you.

Please...

Please, Peter, please don't do this to me! Please!

-We just need some space.

-No! No, Peter. I love you.

I need to be with my dad. I can't do this.

Us. In this flat.

Just...not right now.

Hey, wait, where you going? Stop.

-What?!

-The bookies.

-I am not shoving you up and down the road all day.

-I'm not your nurse.

-Gordon Bennett, girl, it's only back there.

You want to go in there? Then get out and walk.

You love this, don't you?

Me sitting here, helpless.

What's the problem? You got all the power now, haven't you?

So unless you plan to push me out in front of a bus,

how about you stop moaning on and take me to the bookies?

And he's hardly said a word since the police came first thing.

You all right?

He was right under my nose.

Yeah, well... He had us all conned, didn't he?

But he didn't kill YOUR daughter.

I was, er... I was thinking, er...

about the restaurant.

I was thinking, maybe it's time to open up.

I'm sure that Ian can't deal with the worry of that right now.

I mean, they've got him now, haven't they?

They're going to be gathering evidence.

-Preparing a case against him.

-Ian can't deal with all that.

There's going to be months of it, ain't there?

I don't know if you was planning on just sitting around

waiting for it to be over, but...

Well, if you want, I'm here to help you

get your restaurant ready to reopen.

Ian, you've got to be strong. Yeah?

If not for you, then for Peter.

For your family.

Not long now.

Till what?

-The wedding.

-Don't.

Just...maybe you shouldn't be rushing it.

It's a bit late for that.

You're sure this is the right thing, yeah?

-Where's that come from?

-Sometimes, people have doubts. You don't?

-No. Me and your grandad, we go back...

-You're happy?

Of course I am. Why would you ask that, darling?

Mum... >

Ta-da!

-I don't understand.

-Dad sent me out.

-It's the dress!

-What?

-Got to make sure that Tiff

keeps her hands off it. He said,

if this is the dress you want, you should have it!

I'll take it up.

How lucky am I?

-Hold the bleedin' door open.

-I've got it. I've got it.

Oh!

Thanks.

-Mind my foot!

-Shut up moaning!

Have I really got to spend another night here?

You going to let your old dad buy you girls a drink?

Er... Actually, no, Dad. We're going to get out of here,

give you guys a bit of a break.

Oh. Looks like I'll have to drink on my own, then.

Oh, Shirl, tell Mick I ain't got a Scooby

when they're going to let us back in the flat.

Push me a bit nearer the bar, will you? My foot's killing me.

Shirley, I can't get up. I'm done in.

Sort yourself out.

Shirley!

Ready!

-Well?

-I love it.

What do you reckon, Liam?

You look great.

-See... Told you.

-Eh, don't you start!

-You'll set me off.

-Sorry. You just look amazing.

-I'm really doing it, aren't I?

-Yeah.

And he's going to make you so happy.

Ooh!

Aye, aye! Here she is.

Had a bit of luck with the ponies.

-Bit flushed, are we?

-Enough to buy a girl a drink.

Be rude to say no, then.

Oh... Throwing it away now!

-You old fraud.

-Give over!

-"Can't get up. My leg hurts."

-I'm in a lot of pain.

You don't need to be here. You know it, I know it.

And when Mick knows it, you'll be out the door.

Well, let's get some lights on, then.

Where's the switch?

Um, by the door.

Well, come on. Grab one.

Ian. I ain't doing it on my own.

Made it up the stairs, then.

I thought I'd save you the bother.

What's your problem?

You're jealous of me, aren't you?

Jealous? Why would I be jealous of you?

Me fitting in with the family.

Them accepting me, making me feel wanted.

That's because you've done such a good job of hiding

what a manipulative old scumbag you really are.

I, uh... I'll have a word with Sharon, if you like.

She could pop in and help with the opening.

I wouldn't make a big deal out of it, you know. Just do it.

You don't want the press sniffing about, do you?

Lucy chose the name 'Beale's'.

It's not though, is it? Not without her.

Ian, this is your restaurant, and it's your family business.

Yeah, but I miss her.

I miss her so much.

You know what?

They won't even let me bury her.

She's still in that place. She's just lying there.

You know what Lucy's like, she'll be cold.

I've got it all planned.

So why won't they let me have her back?

Why can't I have her? She should be here with me. I just want her back.

They're just doing their job.

They're just doing their job, that's all.

My beautiful, clever little girl. Why did he do it?

I don't know, Ian. You've just got to find a way to keep going.

What, you think I should in there, cooking food for people,

while she's not here?

None of it, nothing...matters. It's pointless.

So what are you going to do, eh? Just let the place go?

-Just crumble and give it all up?

-No. I've lost everything.

-Bobby. Jane.

-All the more reason to focus on this place.

Not to just curl up and go into a ball.

My beautiful little girl hated me.

-That's not true.

-No, it is.

I just want to hold her in my arms.

Tell her I'm sorry. Tell her how much I loved her.

-Ian, she would've known that.

-No, she didn't, Phil.

-She hated me, and she's gone now.

-No, she just would've said things

-to lash out, to try and hurt you.

-No. My little girl. She hated me.

-Ian, you've got to stop this. Stop it!

-Phil, you do not know...

Oh, this hurts...

..so much.

It... It just won't stop.

Which is why you've got to concentrate on now,

and think about living.

I have hated you most of my life

and I hope to God you never have to feel how I am feeling now.

You have got the one thing I will never have.

You have got a chance to put things right with Ben.

I'll never have that with Lucy.

I am going to wake up every day for the rest of my life

knowing that my girl hated me.

So, please, Phil...

just go.

Please. Just go.

-I've been getting these calls.

-Who from?

Just people saying that they want flats.

But I think they're just snooping about Lucy.

And I don't think I can do this any more.

You don't have to do anything today.

No, I mean any of it.

I mean the business. LB Lettings.

I think I should just close it down.

-You're being stupid.

-Three weeks, Mick said,

and here you are, hanging about like a bad stench.

-You know I can hear you two downstairs?

-Don't worry.

They'll get the full floor show when I drag him through the Vic.

That's about your level, isn't it, bullying an old man?

-She's chucking me out.

-Why?

-Ask your mad aunt.

-No. Look,

can we not just leave this till Dad gets back, please?

Oh, so he can play the injured old man?

-He's got you lot wrapped round his little finger.

-You can't just chuck him out.

-Watch me!

You clocking this, Nancy, what she's doing?

What she always does, chasing people away.

Or turning her back on them.

You messed your family up and you can't bear the thought that

I might get a second chance with...

Cushion!

Shirley, cushion, there. Put it under her head.

She mustn't knock her head.

Good. Now, move this.

That's it.

-What do we do now?

-We leave her be.

Shh. Shh. It's all right, Nance.

It's all right, girl.

It's OK, girl. Shh.

Just tell Ritchie I called, will you?

It's about trying to get Ben to send me a visitor's order...

Yeah. Yeah, if you would.

-That's supposed to be done and gone.

-The bloke's on his way now.

Well, get a move on, will you? I'm waiting to lock up.

That's it, that's the way. Turn her over.

Make sure she can breathe properly.

A couple of minutes, Nance.

How do you know all this?

When you're as old as I am, you get to see things.

-First time I've ever seen it.

-Can be scary stuff,

till you know what's what.

All I could think about was Jimbo.

I know you don't think you're capable of being a good mum,

but what you just done for this girl...

Why ain't no-one in the boozer?

-Nancy!

-She's had a fit.

It's all right, it's all right.

Everything's good.

-Did she knock herself?

-No, no, it was fine.

I was next to useless, if it hadn't been for Shirley here...

She moved the furniture, got her comfy. She was terrific.

-Mum.

-It's OK, darling, I'm here.

Thanks, Shirl.

-I'm home.

-You're in big trouble!

Why didn't you tell me what you were up to?

-What...?

-I love it. Thank you!

-Oh, the dress? Good.

-Ooh!

-Is it the one you wanted?

-Oh, it's perfect.

-Good.

-And because you've been so good, I've made you some steak.

-Ah!

I'll have to treat you more often.

-You swear there's nothing going on?

-Liam, how many more times?

She's a nuisance and I've dealt with it.

-All right, I won't say anything, then.

-Thank you.

Not for you, though. For Nan.

She's so happy. She really does love you.

Yeah. I love her. You know I do.

So don't mess it up, then.

You're doing the right thing. Good boy.

Oh, that smells lovely.

Yeah? Look at that! Big casserole.

Oh, you angel!

-You don't have to sleep, just rest for a bit.

-I'm fine, Mum.

No, baby, come on, come on. Do as your mum says.

Good girl.

Thanks for, um, being there for her.

I know I messed up.

Every miserable day, I think of the time...

I was a drunk, Shirl.

That's what I was.

It don't excuse it, but...

but you know what it's like.

You and me, girl,

we're more alike than either of us would dare to admit.

And we both need a second chance.

You can stay. But let's get one thing straight...

I'm nothing like you.

Despite all that's happened, I've never stopped loving you.

You know that.

Yeah... That favour you owe me...

I just feel like this was Lucy's thing. It isn't me.

Look, if you want to give it up, then just do it.

Lucy wouldn't want you stuck with all this. She'd understand.

-I just feel like I'm letting her down.

-No.

No, you've been landed with all this,

-and after everything you've been through...

-Me? What about you?

I'm fine.

Peter, we go back a long way. You don't have to pretend with me.

Me and Lola, we're, um...

We're taking a bit of a break.

Oh. I'm sorry.

It's just all that stuff with the paper.

I'm needed back at home.

So I'm just trying to do the right thing for everyone.

I know.

My dad's just...

What if this makes him ill again?

No. That's not going to happen.

He's got you, hasn't he?

-And Denise...

-Yeah, but he had Lucy last time.

She's always been his favourite.

She did everything.

What if I can't get him through this?

What if...I'm not enough?

He loves you so much.

He loved Lucy more.

Stop.

Stop it. OK? You, you're his son.

You mean everything to him.

And you need each other more than anything right now.

-Oh, hello, Ritchie.

-Hiya, Jay.

Thanks.

Ritchie... What're you doing here?

My office passed on your message and I was in the area.

Have you got hold of Ben? Is he sorting out a visiting order?

No. I'm sorry.

-Why not?

-Because Ben was released from prison over a month ago.

How's she doing?

-Still sleeping.

-You know what she's like.

-She'll be all right in a minute.

-What's the problem?

-Nancy had a fit.

-Families, eh?

-Ha-ha!

It's never too late to put things right.

Maybe not for you.

Nor you.

Anyone going to buy me a drink?