20/05/2014 EastEnders

ALARM RINGS

Dressed already?

Cup of tea?

Thought a run might clear my head.

Yeah. Good idea.

Was it you that e-mailed that photo, Abs?

Why didn't you just talk to me?

Because you never listen, Dad!

You're not even listening to me now. You can't go to that funeral.

I promised Ian, didn't I? I can't not go.

-Did you speak to Jay?

-Oh, what, shut him up, you mean?

Look, maybe I shouldn't have said anything in front of him.

But I couldn't help it.

You know, I'm not sure if I can carry on as normal any more.

Shhh...

You two had a row?

Course we ain't.

Your sister was just telling me to have a shave.

Right bossy boots, ain't she? Ain't you, eh?

-Bossy boots.

-Right.

-You ready?

-Yep.

It's so much for 'em to handle.

You know Peter's asked Johnny to carry the coffin?

Do you think he's up to it?

What?

I know, I shouldn't baby him, should I?

Nah, it's not that. I just didn't sleep very well.

-You know you can't fight Shirley's battles for her.

-It's not Dean.

It's just something Tina said to me yesterday.

-About what?

-Some story about painting our bedroom after Mum left.

It doesn't fit with what Dad told me.

She was just a kid. She probably got it wrong.

Come on, Mick, I need you on the ball today.

Got your text. Everything all right?

We wanted to do something for Lucy. I know it's early, but....

what with later on...

We're going to put them on her coffin.

Thanks. I don't know what to say...

We all love you, Peter.

Look, I can collect the roses up for you if you want to finish your run.

See you all later, yeah? Thank you.

Shut?

Probably just running a bit late, ain't they?

Yeah... Max, I just wanted to say thank you for yesterday.

That's all right.

If I can do anything...

Ian?

I wanted to get some milk, but I think Helen's running late.

Didn't Denise tell you? They're not opening today. No-one is.

-Why?

-Because of the funeral, Ian.

Yeah...yeah, course.

Ian, you all right, mate?

Was just checking to see if there's anything I can do for you.

Me and Kat are going to have to give it a miss today.

She's not good since we saw Stacey get sentenced.

-How long did she get?

-Five years. She's taken it really badly - you know,

with the stress of the babies and all that.

It's fine. I should go and get something to eat.

I mean, Lucy would tell me I should eat something...

I'll get you some milk, Ian, OK?

Ian, you're going to be all right.

Yeah. Just keep breathing, one foot in front of the other. Yeah?

And remember, we've got your back, yeah?

Appreciate it.

Did he seem pleased?

They're just flowers. Not going to bring his sister back, are they?

I never meant it like that...

Oh, Johnny.

Shall we put some music on - take our minds off things?

That ain't a bad idea. Something classic.

By classic, you mean from when you had a perm?

I'm on to it.

Linda. Can I help?

Get peeling.

MUSIC: "Respect" by Aretha Franklin

Bobby! Hey, I've missed you.

Jane's not coming.

It's not a decision she took lightly, Ian.

She does send her love to everyone, though.

I'm just glad you're both here.

You really should eat something, Ian.

Yeah. Later. I've still got to things to do.

But you've only just got back...

-I'm a bit sweaty, but...

-Like I care.

-Good to see you.

-You OK?

Bobby! Come here, mate.

I missed you.

Anyway, I've managed to convince Dot not to come -

it's too soon after Nick.

What's this?

What?

You've ringed today in red on the calendar.

Oh, I don't know. Probably something to do with the kids.

-It's your chemo session, isn't it?

-Mum!

-I can postpone it.

-No way, Carol.

We're going to Lucy Beale's funeral!

-You'd rather risk your own life, would you?

-That's a bit melodramatic.

Carol, you were only in hospital a few weeks ago.

-You've got to put yourself first.

-It's just one session.

Yeah, and if it gives you one fraction of a chance of beating this, then it matters.

It matters to me, anyway.

MUSIC: "The Loco-motion" by Little Eva

Oh! You saucy little mare!

Just came to check the food.

-MUSIC OFF

-Yeah, yeah, course. You check away.

Where's the wraps? You said you were going to be doing wraps.

We ain't finished yet.

What's that?

Chocolate sauce for the profiteroles.

It's meringues. Lucy's favourite was meringues.

Yeah, that's right - we've got five packs of them.

Packs? You mean you're not making them home-made?

I'm sorry, but none of this is good enough.

It's not good enough and there's not enough time to do anything about it...

-Don't worry, Ian - we'll sort it. All right?

-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...

Not another word. Listen, do you need a drink?

No.

-Poor bloke.

-Yeah, but it is only food.

There's no need to get quite so het up...

Nance, if it was you in that box, I hope people would give me a break,

and shouting about some food is nothing, believe me.

-Where's the old man?

-Upstairs having a sleep, I think.

Go and get him out of his pit. We've got work to do.

KNOCK ON DOOR

-You came!

-Course I came.

Come here.

Are you OK?

Yeah. Considering.

Where's Ian?

Good question.

I'm sorry to bother you again, but I just need a favour.

Is there any chance you could hand these out at the church for me?

-Be a big help.

-Yeah. Course. No problem.

There is one other thing.

All right. Go on, go through.

It's, um...it's the eulogy.

I mean, obviously I'm going to give it.

But I just want to make sure it's right, OK?

Cos I remember the one you did for Bradley -

and it was perfect for him.

I just want it to be perfect for Lucy.

Could you...?

-You want me to read it?

-Yeah. If you wouldn't mind.

Ian...

the Bradley speech, it weren't rehearsed, you know.

I was worse than you, mate -

I couldn't think of a single thing to write down.

Sorry, mate, I don't think I'll be any use to you.

No, but you will be...

You've had to do it, haven't you?

You've had to stand up there and look over at the coffin and...

I just want to know how it feels.

I can't take this any more, Jay, I can't...

Ian. It's...

What?

I don't know, mate. It's just so personal, ain't it?

I don't really feel like I'm in a position to judge...

She's your daughter.

Was.

It captures her...

..from what I knew of her.

It does.

I keep thinking about how she died. Was she in pain?

Did she know it was going to happen?

-Was she scared?

-Ian, mate.

You just have to focus on who she was when she was here.

She was your clever, beautiful, passionate daughter...

..that's who you've got to see when you're talking about who she was.

Listen, if I'm going to get to the church before you,

I'd better make a move.

-Thanks, Max. I appreciate it.

-Don't be silly, mate. It's nothing.

Ian...

..you'll be fine.

All right, all right, I'll ask Phil.

No, of course I won't.

All right. I'll speak to you in a bit. Bye.

Ask Phil what?

Would it be all right if Abi stays over?

Why? What's wrong with her house?

-Nothing. She's just having a few problems with her dad.

-What sort of problems?

-Well, I can't really say.

-The answer's no, then.

Come on, Phil. She's desperate - I want to try and help her out.

-Is she up the duff or something?

-No, it's nothing like that.

Then the answer's no.

It's Max.

Max?

Promise me you won't do anything?

-Come on, out with it, Jay.

-Forget it.

-Oi, oi, oi. Come on.

Out with it.

He was sleeping with Lucy.

Dean.

Denise said she'd seen you around.

You know what today is, don't you?

Patrick.

Listen, last time I was here I should have said

something to you and Yolande.

I should have apologised for saying that Sean attacked you.

It's not too late.

You can't say anything. I promised Abi.

Phil, please!

DOOR SLAMS

Well, well, well. And there goes a flying pig.

Want me to raise your mum?

You and me - the dream team, eh, Mick?

-Where's he going?

-He's doing me a favour.

-What favour?

-He's handing out the orders of service at the church.

-I'll do it.

-Thanks, Phil, but it's too late.

No. Call him back.

Why?

It don't matter.

Phil? If you've got something to say, say it.

I want today to go perfectly,

-I don't want anything to jeopardise that...

-It's not that.

It's Max. He's...

He's what?

Ian, I'm only telling you this, all right, cos I'm on your side.

And if it was me, I'd want to know.

Max...

Max was involved with Lucy.

Involved? Involved with the business?

He was sleeping with her.

Are you sure?

-Yeah. I'll deal with him at the church.

-No.

No. Not today, Phil.

Today's about my little girl. Nothing...

nothing is going to spoil it.

He's here? Why?

To see you, girl.

And he's out there?

This is your chance, Shirley. Don't blow it.

Can I get you a drink?

I'll just get myself one...

Do you need to be half-cut to talk to me?

No. No, course not.

Barely seen you all morning. You seen Libby's here?

How are you feeling?

Sorry, silly question.

Family in the main car, is it?

Yeah. That's right.

We've got six seats - so that's you, your fiancee, your two sons...

-I'll go with my Pops, then, yeah?

-Sorry, it's not really up to me.

You come with me, darling.

What about Libby and Patrick?

-And Christian.

-Ian, I'll take a cab.

No, you're family.

It's all right, I'll take a cab, no trouble at all.

-Thank you, Patrick.

-But he can't go on his own.

There's not room.

-I should just go with Libby and Patrick, then.

-Thank you.

Ian.

Cindy!

Gina gave me a lift to the station. I thought I was going to be late.

Is everything OK? Is the baby OK?

Oh, yeah. The baby's fine.

Can we talk after the funeral?

Yeah. Everyone will be going to the wake...

I mean about Good Friday - I can't get it out of my head.

-Well, look, we haven't got time for this now. Let's get you changed.

-Changed?

-You can't wear that.

-Why not?

It's not black.

I chose this outfit specially, for Lucy.

-It wasn't a question, Cindy. Come on, hurry up.

-Why are you being like this?

Think I'm going to blab to the police about your alibi?

I said I wouldn't say anything and I meant it.

Look, we haven't got time for this now. Just sit at the back of the church.

See you there.

So, have you got a girlfriend?

Mates?

Job?

Seen any good films recently?

Sorry.

I'm working in a barber's, as it goes.

Oh, cutting hair?

No, eating it.

Wasn't that funny.

ORGAN PLAYS

Um...

...I'm just going to wait here for a bit, greet people.

Is Jane coming?

I don't know.

I hope Tam's going to be all right, carrying the coffin.

Hello, Ian.

Emma. Thanks for coming.

I can't imagine what you must be going through.

Anything I can do to support you.

Right. I think that's everyone. Are you ready to begin?

I'm sorry. It just sort of slipped out.

-What? Jay, has he told Ian?

-I don't know.

Gentlemen, please.

Mick, can I have an orange juice, please?

Yeah, babe.

Going well, is it?

Mick. We've done good, eh?

Do you know what? I'm sick of you sitting there looking like some sort of gargoyle.

Do me a favour and get yourself upstairs.

-Mick?

-Minding my own business. Reading my paper.

He's got the hump.

Something Tina said, apparently -

reckons your dad's lying about something.

What?

When your mum left. I mean, Stan - a liar?

Hardly a surprise, is it?

I can't do it. I can't.

It's OK - you don't have to.

Yeah, I do. For Lucy.

Peter, today isn't a test.

You don't have to do anything that you don't feel up to.

But there's no-one else.

Wait here.

(Dad.)

Can you do me a favour?

Take Peter's place carrying the coffin.

-What?

-He can't do it, Dad. He's in bits.

Neither can I, Lauren. Sorry.

Yes, you can! Please, Dad - for me.

Why not?

Please.

I mean, it's not poncey - but at the same time it's not

a hairdresser's full of old biddies getting a blue rinse.

It's stylish. It's proper.

The boss is a bit of a jobsworth - I did try to explain to him you've

got to build up a bit of banter with the customers, have some rapport.

But he wasn't interested. Mainly concerned about the clock...

I'm sorry...

..for boring you.

-No, you're not.

-Then why do you keep looking over my shoulder, then?

Want to get back to your real family?

-Dean, I'm sorry. My head's a bit of a mess...

-Yeah. Well, what's new?

-Where are you going?

-What's happened?

-That's enough for one day.

Wait!

If you go now, you'll never see me again.

That's right - I don't have long left.

Doc reckons could be a month, perhaps less.

So please, son, let's just sit back, relax. Take it easy, eh?

You're dying?

What's this - a wind-up?

Could be. I'm old, could go at any time.

I was just trying to focus the boy's mind.

Where is it? I called it half an hour ago.

It's not like he's going to miss you.

Let's go up the high street, flag down a black cab, hmm?

CHURCH ORGAN PLAYS "ABIDE WITH ME"

What are you doing? Get your hands off her!

Get your hands off my daughter.

I said, get your hands off my daughter! Why, Max?!

-Gentlemen...?

-Ian...

-Dad, it's all right.

-No, go on, tell him.

Go on, Max, tell him. Why? Why my little girl?

What are you talking about?

Him...and Lucy.

You slept with my sister?

-Out!

-Dad? Dad!

Just remain seated...

Phil! Phil! Stop it!

Well, it was worth a try, wasn't it?

You'd say anything, you, wouldn't you?

I was trying to get the boy to stay.

I was doing it for Shirley, for our girl.

Nah. You don't do anything for anybody but yourself.

I trusted you. You told me to remember her when she was alive, when she was beautiful.

-Yeah, and I meant it, all right, Ian, as a mate.

-Mate? Mate?!

I don't want to fight you, all right?

I sat in your house and you lied to me and you knew!

Peter, you can't believe this.

Right, Abi?

Ian?

-Jane?

-Are you OK?

-Ian, leave him to me.

-Phil, stay out of it!

Ian, I'm sorry, all right? If I could go back, I would.

Sorry? You're sorry? She is dead!

Go. Go!

Why did you have to tell the stupid story in the first place?

You couldn't keep your big gob shut.

He's been talking to Tina.

Tina knows nothing about it.

Well, he knows you're lying.

He knows nothing.

Just couldn't let it lie, could you?

Till you came out smelling like a whole flaming rose bush.

You're panicking. Just calm down and keep quiet.

It'll all blow over.

We're really sorry.

Come on, Ian. The service is about to start.

For Lucy?

If I don't go in...

If I just lie down and close my eyes...

..will it still be happening?

I will be right next to you.

-Only in Walford...

-Yeah. Not today, eh?

-How long have you known?

-Just before Easter.

I'm sorry, Lauren.

It's not your fault.

-You OK?

-Fine.

Please stand.

Dad?

What is it?

Come here.

Damp in there, not good for the old bones.

I'll cut to the chase, then, shall I?

I know, so you might as well just admit it.

Either I've gone completely senile

or you've got hold of the wrong end of the stick,

cos I ain't got the faintest idea what you're talking about.

Play the old man card one more time, Dad,

and I'll take your little stick and I'll smash it across your head.

All right, easy. You've obviously got yourself into a state.

Nah. No, I'm perfectly calm.

I've just stopped believing your pathetic attempts

to worm your way into my family.

What?

You tried to drown me when I was a baby,

and then you lied to my face to make out that you're the hero.

I told you, it was your mother...

Tina remembers, Dad. She remembers me falling over in the bath

covered in red paint, the paint you used after Mum left.

Tina was a kid, she's confused.

Nah, you see, kids, they remember things.

They remember little details, like it was snowing and the nurses,

they thought the paint was blood.

You see these things, they stick in your brain.

You know what Tina's like, she has imagination.

She obviously told herself some story

-and now she thinks it's true...

-Mick?

I should have listened to Shirley. She said you were poison.

I was wrong.

No, you was bang on.

I've had enough. I want him out.

Go on, go and pack your bags.

Your house, son. Your rules.

I would now like to invite Lucy's father to say a few words.

Ian?

Lucy was always a bright girl...

My...

My little girl was special...

She was...

I don't know.

I didn't know her. I didn't know my own daughter.

Would you like me to take over?

Can I say something?

-Right. 20 do it, will it?

-Mum.

He's upset, he's grieving...

Turn around. We're going home.

Lucy was born first.

Seven minutes and 25 seconds.

She never let me forget that.

Not a single second.

I'm older than her, for the first time in my life.

Feels weird.

Lucy was an awesome sister.

She made me feel safe, knowing I had her in my corner.

Not sure my girlfriends would agree.

But all she wanted was for me to be happy.

And Dad.

And when he was ill,

she was...

..she was amazing.

That's why it's so hard for me to imagine my life without her.

Feels wrong.

It feels like...

the centre of everything has just been ripped out.

I'm going to miss you so much, Luce.

Christmases, weddings...

..our birthday...

..all that stuff you should be there for.

But I'm going to try and be strong for you.

I'm going to try and hold it together...

..because that's what you would have done.

You never gave up.

And in a way,

I mean, you will still be here...

..because you and I...

..we've always been connected. Nothing's going to break that.

Nothing. Nothing.

And if I'm lucky enough to have kids one day,

I'm going to tell them about their brilliant Auntie Lucy.

And I promise you...

..as long as I live, you'll never be gone...

..because you're in here.

Bye.

I love you.

All that matters is Lucy and giving her this funeral,

giving her this perfect send-off, and I've ruined it.

Nothing's ever perfect. Life's too messy for that.

You can only do your best.

Yeah, but I didn't, did I?

We were all there under one roof and...I let it happen!

I'm useless, useless.

All right, Lucy had secrets, of course she did.

Young women don't want their dads

knowing everything about their lives, do they?

But that doesn't mean you didn't know her at all.

There were just some things she couldn't share.

Lucy knew she was loved. That's the most important thing, isn't it?

I keep thinking about when we were...

when we were all together - you, me, Lucy.

Even when she was hellraising.

I'd give anything to go back to that.

You can't ever go back, Ian.

-Why not?

-You know why.

I love you.

Don't.

Don't you love me too?

Yeah...

Everything's too confused,

too...too messy.

What am I going to do?

You have got Peter.

He's being so brave in there.

Don't shut him out.

Just stay with me for a bit, please?

You can't go on like this, Mum.

Denise, Denise, just don't do anything rash, you hear me?

Not today, please. Emotions are high enough as it is.

Patrick's right, but you do need to do something.

I have to tell him how I feel.

If I don't do it today, I never will.

Have you got time for a catch-up?

Well, I'm here for Jane, really, so it's whatever she needs.

How's the mini-me?

Poor Ian.

Yeah. I didn't think his day could get any worse.

-That Max Branning is a dog.

-Shush.

I think we should go.

No! No, we can't leave before the committal.

I promised Peter that I'd do the reading.

Do you really think he still wants you to do it?

-What's wrong?

-I'm just feeling a bit...

Let's get some air.

-Is he all right?

-Don't know.

You're back early.

All right? Not really.

Are you going to go over to the wake?

-No, got a blinding headache, I'm going to give it a miss.

-OK.

Oh, Lucy.

I'm so sorry.

I can hear you now...

"Da-ad. What are you like?"

I was always showing you up, wasn't I?

I've got to say goodbye, haven't I?

But I can't.

I don't want to...

I don't want to say goodbye.

It's time for the committal.

It's OK, I'll do it.

You go home.

Sharon said she'll give you a lift.

Thank you.

About the eulogy... I'm sorry, Peter...

No, it's fine, it's fine.

I'm so proud of you.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm so sorry, Masood.

Take care of yourself.

Peter? Do you still want me to do this reading?

It's all right, Lauren.

What, after what her dad did?

When I think back on these times and the dreams we left behind,

I'll be glad because I was blessed to get to have you in my life.

When I look back on these days,

I'll look and see your face.

You were right there for me.

In my dreams, I'll always see you soar above the sky.

In my heart there will always be a place for you, for all my life.

I'll keep a part of you with me.

And everywhere I am, there you'll be.

We now commit Lucy's body to the ground.

Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

In sure and certain hope of the resurrection

to our Lord Jesus Christ, we will transform our frail bodies,

that they may be conformed to his glorious body.

He died, was buried and rose again for us.

To him be glory for ever. Amen.

Ian.

I'm sorry. The cab was late.

I really didn't mean to miss it.

I know this is a horrible, horrible time for you...

No...

I saw you outside the church with Jane.

-No. Denise, she's not here. She's gone.

-OK.

Let's just be honest with each other. You don't want me.

You haven't for days, weeks... months, even.

-You haven't wanted me.

-I do.

I do.

Denise, please. Please.

Yeah, right in the middle of the service.

Of course it's all kicked off, ain't it?

Has he gone yet? Dad?

He's still packing.

Yeah, and I bet he's taking his sweet time over it, ain't he?

-You do know what this is about, don't you?

-Mick, he's an old man.

His mouth starts flapping before his brain's engaged.

He probably didn't mean to go that far.

-Why are you sticking up for him all of a sudden?

-I'm not.

All right, Bill? Where's Ian?

I doubt he'll be showing his face.

Been through the wringer and back today.

Ian's not even coming?

Just serve the food, please, Nance.

-There they are. What do you want? Orange juice?

-Yeah, please.

-Want a drink, girls?

-How did it go?

What?

It's Max.

Lucy Beale?

She was the same age as Lauren.

-Yeah, it's sick.

-Billy.

No, Billy's right - he's no better than a nonce.

Hang on a minute. Lucy wasn't a child.

-That makes it all right, does it?

-Probably got her killed and all.

-No, Jake killed her.

-Come on, that's enough. Let's go, girls, come on.

Yeah, but why did she get killed, though? Eh?

Maybe Jake found out she was seeing Max

-and that pushed him over the edge.

-Makes sense.

-Got some front showing his face today.

-Come on.

We shouldn't be talking like this, not at a wake.

I mean, what if Ian heard?

You all right? You haven't said a word since we left the church.

Yeah, yeah.

You know I don't say it often, but I love you.

I love you too.

Don't.

Oh, don't worry about me, Shirl.

I'll go back to the flat on my own.

As long as you're OK, that's the main thing.

I won't say anything to ruin that.

Mate, I heard what happened. Nightmare.

Everyone...

I want to buy you all a drink to toast my sister.

Johnny, I can't breathe in here. Can we go, please?

-We only just got here.

-Let's go to that club.

-What's this?

Nothing - nothing, we're not going anywhere.

Do what you like, Johnny. Just keep the details to yourself.

-Right.

-Was that her way of telling me she was all right with it?

Yeah. So are we off, then?

Yeah.

All right, Mama?

I just want you kids to be happy. You know that, right?

Call round in the morning, yeah? Patrick's promised me a fry-up.

I can help him, you know, Libs. I know I can.

That's what you said about my dad. You remember how that ended.

Don't worry, Max, we're not stopping for a cuppa.

What do you two want?

I want to tell you where you ain't welcome any more...

..the Vic, the caff, the shop,

the laundrette, the chippy, the Arches...

Alfie, have I left anything out?

Cos you ain't one of us any more. You're nothing.

You understand me?

Why are you still here?

-I'm packing.

-I'll give you a hand, then, shall I?

Shirley, say something!

Don't you dare look at her - this is your own fault.

-You got it all wrong. It wasn't me.

-Liar! Come here!

-I swear. You've got to believe me...

-Mick!

-I'll tell you what.

Why don't I remind you what happened, eh?

Leave him! Leave him, Mick!

Mick! Please, Mick!

So this is what you like doing, is it? Eh? Drowning babies?

Stop it! Stop it, Mick!

Dad wasn't lying, it wasn't him!

It was me!

It was me.