02/06/2014 EastEnders

I've made you some toast.

I'm popping over to Ian's before work. Enjoy your day off.

-Thought you said he seemed better?

-Yeah, he did.

Well, then, don't fuss.

-You're meeting a wine supplier this morning, right?

-Hmm.

Well, take Ian. Hide your concern with a bit of business.

You know, if I didn't know you better, I'd say you care.

Good job you do then, ain't it?

-See you later, babe.

-See you later.

So, what are you doing today then?

I dunno. Park, the usual.

MOBILE BEEPS

-Who's that then?

-Honey.

Why are you sitting there grinning like an idiot?

Pops!

She's asked me out for a drink later.

You know, I knew I was getting the signs.

All that hanging around longer, sending more texts. And look...

look. Not one kiss, but two. Two!

Yeah, well, two kisses don't mean nothing, Pops.

No offence, Lo, but you really wouldn't understand.

I just don't think you should read too much into it, that's all.

I know Honey. Something's changed.

Play my cards right and you never know.

Listen, you wouldn't mind looking after the kids for a bit, would you?

-I might treat myself to a new shirt.

-No! Pops, I need to...

-I'll take that as a yes then, shall I?

-Won't be long.

-Bye.

FOOTSTEPS

What are you doing, up and ready? Where are you going?

Off for a spa day and then afternoon tea at The Ritz.

You're not going to work, are you?

I'm OK.

-So, just pretend like nothing's happened?

-No, of course not.

But I'm too old for full-blown heartbreak, Bianca.

David's gone and it was my decision.

Well, wish I could just brush it under the carpet.

-I'm just getting on with things.

-You can see what a mess the kids are.

I've been trying to phone him. You know there's no answer?

I'm sorry. I know it's hard on all of you.

But I've done the right thing, I know I have.

It was an international ring tone, so who knows where he is now?

I'm sorry.

Well, that don't really make no difference, does it?

Right. Let's get some light in, shall we?

Yeah, I was... I was going to have a tidy up in a bit.

You know, it's next Thursday. don't you?

What?

Jake's plea hearing.

I don't know if I can face it.

Sit there and watch him deny it.

You don't have to go, do you?

Yeah, I do. I have to, don't I?

If not for me, for Lucy. It's just doing my head in.

You need to get out, Ian.

I've got a tasting with a wine merchant...

-and as you know your wines, I thought you might...

-He murders my daughter,

he dumps her on the common. All I'm asking is that he admits it,

that he has the decency to tell me why he did it.

I deserve that, don't I?

If it's any good, you might want to get some for Beales.

Come on. Come with me. It'll be a laugh.

I don't mean a laugh.

Oh, Ian, I...

I wish I could say something to help.

You can't.

No-one can.

It's too late for that, Sharon.

You're joking, right?

Yeah, yeah. Laters. I promise.

You know, I thought living with two girls would be a dream.

How wrong was I?

Not only are you a lesbian, but you are a messy lesbian.

Well, look at this place!

No wonder we can't find anyone to move in with us.

Yeah, no-one's viewed the place. It's hardly our fault.

-This is a rubbish dump.

-Look, the fact that people think

someone was murdered here is probably a bit more worrying

-than a few dirty dishes.

-No, no, no, no, no. The landlord wouldn't be able

to rent this room if that was true.

Whatever.

If we can't find anyone soon, I'll raise your rent.

-Oops. Sorry!

-Sorry.

Oh, Patrick, could I grab Denise's number?

I've just been at Ian's and he's not doing too good.

I think he needs her.

And so does Chelsea. I mean, she's not too well.

I'm sure Denise would phone him.

They're talking. Excuse me, dear. Bye.

We really can't stretch to any more.

-We'll have to move out.

-It'll be fine.

Knew I shouldn't have spent all that money on that dress I bought for the work ball.

-Maybe I should take it back.

-You're joking, right? It's tomorrow.

-I've got time.

-Look, if your lot win Team of the Year Award,

you can't collect it looking like a tramp, can you?

We'll sort it. All right? I promise.

Billy! Step away from the shirt.

Right. So, Aleks wants to take me out for a meal tonight.

-I'm wondering if you would babysit.

-I can't, Rox, because, you see,

I am going out with Honey.

-SHE GASPS

-Out, out? As in a date?

Get in, Billy boy! Where are you taking her?

Dunno. Couple of drinks in the Vic, I suppose.

Followed by...?

Followed by a romantic home-cooked meal for two, yeah?

You've got to make her feel special.

You've got to wine her and dine her.

You've got to show her what she's been missing.

Don't worry, I'll ask Lola to look after Amy.

You, Billy, you need to get buying some candles, don't you?

-Yeah. I'll see you later.

-See ya.

DOOR SLAMS Phil?

-Have you seen my phone?

-Nah.

-TV:

-..into the first corner...

How was Ian?

Well, Jake's plea hearing's been set for next Thursday.

He's a mess.

That's understandable, isn't it?

If only he'd have the guts to come clean, not put Ian through all this.

That's never going to happen, is it?

You know, if I went to see him...

and told him what his lies were doing to Ian...

I mean, he's a dad, Phil.

-I just want to help him.

-Just leave Jake be.

He'll get a longer sentence when they find him guilty.

I mean, if you want to help Ian, fine. But don't waste your time

on that lying scum. He's never going to give you what you want.

-See you later.

-See you later.

Hello. I'd like to arrange a visit with Jake Stone, please.

-Watch it!

-Sorry.

-What's the matter?

-I bought Mick a gorgeous, and I mean gorgeous,

pink jumper and guess who's gone and nicked it?

That's right. Your selfish idiot of a dad.

Stretched the hell out of it.

And let's face it, pink is definitely not his colour.

Crusty old lobster is what he looks like.

-Yeah, well, she didn't think about how we might feel about him going, did she?

-Bianca, give her a break.

-She can't stay with him for you and the kids.

-It's not just that, Sonia. She's ill.

He was amazing at looking after her.

I've got work, the kids. I can't look after her like that.

And how are we going to make the rent now he's gone?

I hate to hassle but Mr Shirov's on my back about late payments

and he's starting this new fine system.

Tamwar, just tell him to fine me. I ain't got no money, all right?

Yeah, OK. Well, not now. But you'll have to pay by Friday.

Can't afford to sit about chatting. Bills aren't going to take care

of themselves, despite what Mum might think.

-Why can't you do the bottling up?

-Cos I did it yesterday.

Oh, yeah, for the first time in ages.

-Have you two heard yourselves recently?

-Why don't you do one?

Oh, no, you can't, can you? Cos you're tagged.

Have they given you a special certificate or something

to say you're the oldest pensioner with an ASBO?

Tried to call you. Boiler's on the blink.

"Hello, Grandad. How are you feeling? Can I buy you a pint?"

It's not midday yet.

You as well! Where did this midday rule come from?

-You all right, Dean?

-Yeah. Have you got a number I can call?

'Course he's got a number. He's lived there for decades.

-I do you a favour and this is how you repay me.

-There's no hot water.

I don't want you ringing the council, telling them I'm subletting.

-Fantastic. I'll fix it myself.

-Now, just a minute.

We've got business to discuss.

That salon ain't going to open himself.

Hi. Be with you in a minute, darling.

There you go. Thank you.

-You're really overdoing it, you know?

-Tea?

-How long have you had that on your face?

-What?

-That cold sore.

Did you want a drink?

Have you got any mouth ulcers? Is your nausea any worse?

-I'm all right.

-I've just spoken to Bianca out there.

She's angry, I know she is. David's her dad.

It's not just about him, Mum. She's worried

-about money, you, the kids.

-Yeah, we'll manage. We'll muddle through.

We always have done.

You look really tired. I'm coming over tonight

to cook you dinner, all right? No arguments.

All right. As long as it's not fish.

I'm off that at the moment.

Wine rep's been outside the Albert for ages.

Sharon got a day off, has she?

Hey, Phil. Phil. Phil.

What do you reckon?

-For me?

-Don't be daft. For my date...

with Honey. She's asked me out.

-Probably wants to ask you a favour.

-Hey, hey. Phil, people do get back together, you know?

-I mean, look at you and Sharon.

-With the greatest respect, Billy,

please don't compare yourselves to me and Sharon.

Well, watch this space, that's all I'm saying.

Hard at work?

So, I've managed to blag some weekend work.

Get us some extra cash.

I'll ask Mick, but I'm not sure there's any spare shifts going.

If you know of anyone that needs a room, will you let us know?

-We ain't fussy.

-Er, we're a bit fussy.

Dean? That's a great idea.

-Can he afford it?

-It's worth asking.

-Babe, I'm not sure.

-Got any other suggestions?

At least he ain't a random. I told you I'd fix this.

Oh, look at you. You're like the cat who got the cream.

Go on. Spill, then.

Got a date with the ex, ain't I?

The very hot, ex-model ex.

Get you.

Yeah, I was wondering what you might be able to do for me, as it happens.

You know, bit of VIP treatment, table service, that sort of thing.

I was thinking, when she arrives, maybe you could bring over

a couple of glasses of champagne and a selection of nipples. Nibbles!

Smoked salmon or caviar?

-'Course we will.

-Smashing.

Right. Better get back to being a dad again for a bit

before my, you know, date.

Later.

SHE CHUCKLES

Er, where are the keys to the car?

I'm picking up a dozen cases of red from the tasting this morning.

I thought I told you not to go and see Jake.

-Told me?

-What, do you think he's going to change his story and confess?

-It's worth a shot.

-Phil, Ian's my friend, I want to do what I can.

-You're mental.

Well, maybe, but it's better than sitting around doing nothing.

All right.

But I'm coming with you.

So, you know how I've always said

that YOU are one of my favourite people?

-What do you want, Rox?

-Please will you babysit Amy tonight?

Aleks wants to take me out.

I'm sorry. I can't. I'm out with Peter and I can't let him down

-after everything.

-OK. Who's got Lexi?

-Pops.

No, he hasn't. Pops has got a hot date with Honey.

Oh, that's really nice, isn't it? One text from her and I'm dumped.

-That's really nice to see where his loyalties lie, eh?

-Hold on a minute. It's not like that.

He couldn't wipe the smile off his face, bless him.

-Yeah, that's cos she's stringing him along.

-Maybe she is interested.

No, she ain't, Roxy, all right? She just wants him sniffing round her

-cos of her ego.

-Listen to me. Listen to me.

I know they might not be the most obvious couple,

but she made him really happy and I have told him to go for it.

Yes, I have. Flowers, dinner, the lot.

What?! What is wrong with you? Everyone deserves

a bit of romance in their lives.

ROXY LAUGHS

-Do I spy the little green-eyed monster?

-No.

-Good.

Good. OK? Because she made him happy.

But he's happy now.

Lola, doesn't he deserve the chance to have what you and Peter have?

Yeah.

Yeah, but I just don't want her hurting him, that's all.

-Whose idea?

-Well, you need somewhere to live and we need a flatmate.

Problem solved.

-How much?

-£500 a month, plus one month's deposit.

-Deposit?

-Oh, I've got the deposit covered.

450 and I might consider it.

Like you're going to get a better offer.

I'll see what I can do, all right?

But don't take too long or we'll find someone else.

Beggars can't be choosers.

I don't mean to sound ungrateful,

but why exactly are you here?

-Place looks like a bomb's hit it.

-Looks normal to me.

I need everything to look just right.

Oh, yeah? And why's that then?

Because Honey's going to come back after the pub.

-Bit of home cooked food, wine, candles...

-Who's baby-sitting?

-I thought you could.

-No, I can't.

-Oh, come on, Lo. Please!

-No.

I'm out with Peter, all right?

And anyway, it'll save you from looking like a complete fool,

-won't it?

-What's your problem?

-She is.

Honey is one of the nicest people you could ever meet.

-She's kind, she's honest.

-Oh, she's just so perfect in every way,

isn't she, eh?

It's not difficult to see who's in and who's out.

-Eh?

-I know what she's going to do. She's going to worm her way

right back in and it's going to be, "Bye-bye, Lola."

What are you talking about?!

You and Lexi are everything to me.

You ain't going anywhere.

And even if you wanted to leave, I wouldn't let you.

Come here.

You numpty.

-Anyway, I'd better get cooking. You'd better get begging.

-What?

For Roxy to babysit, right?

Good girl.

Right.

You're a dad.

At least have the decency to put Ian out of his misery.

I can't, because I didn't do it.

People like you turn my stomach.

You ain't even the guts to own up, have you?

I'm not admitting to something I didn't do.

So what, the Old Bill just plucked you out of thin air, did they?

Well, as far as I'm concerned, yeah.

You want to think yourself lucky you're locked up in here,

because if you weren't...

I don't even want to look at him.

Did she turn you down? Was that it?

No.

So why were you with her?

I went to meet Lauren but she wasn't there.

And Lucy was?

Yeah.

I'd had a few drinks. Too many.

But I remember she was nice to me.

Then we got a taxi back to the Square.

And then?

The next thing I remember was waking up in my bed

with the worst hangover.

Big gap.

Big drink.

They found her blood in your flat.

I don't know how or why.

But all I know is it was nothing to do with me.

You obviously haven't heard the latest then?

The police said she definitely wasn't killed in my flat.

You have ten minutes to get ready.

Table's booked for seven but I want to have a couple of drinks first.

All right, 15.

Come on!

OK. The thing is, I promised...

What is the thing? The thing isn't good, is it?

The thing is never good.

I owe them like a million favours, and they both really need to go out.

Who? What are you talking about?

SHE SCREAMS

I'm sorry, Aleks, OK? You just go out though.

I'm perfectly aware that a night in with four screaming kids is

not exactly appealing!

I'm not a violent drunk, I never have been.

Yeah, I get angry sometimes, but...

Yeah, you get angry, lash out...

Angry with myself, not with other people.

I had no reason to be angry with Lucy.

I barely even knew the girl.

Being an alcoholic makes you selfish,

it doesn't make you a bad person.

It makes you do bad things.

Yeah? How would you know?

You ever murdered anyone you barely even know?

I'm the one asking the questions.

I could hardly stand up, let alone kill someone.

I'm just an easy target.

Who's going to trust an alky with a patchy memory, eh?

Throw in a bit of forensic and bang!

Job done as far as they're concerned.

As far as everyone's concerned.

Come on, she was hardly Miss Popular!

I thought you said you didn't know her?

I'm innocent

and I won't confess to something I didn't do.

Have you any idea how hard it is knowing that my little girl

thinks I'm a murderer?

That everyone out there's calling me scum for something I didn't do?

You want to help Ian, then believe me...

Whoever did this is still out there.

This is a waste of time.

Phil...

I didn't do it.

All right?

Should you be working?

Not you as well. Just tired, Ian.

I heard about David.

Nice of him to say goodbye, wasn't it?

I don't think he was in a goodbye kind of mood.

Despite what everybody else thinks, it was the right decision.

For you, not him.

Meaning?

You were the only normal relationship he's ever had.

All the others, they've been affairs or conquests

or sordid thrills. I mean you, you were...

I was safe?

Real.

It might have been real.

That doesn't make it right.

We might not have been that close as half brothers,

but I think I'm going to miss having him around.

Well, I won't miss all the drama that comes with him.

You're not fooling me, Carol.

These floodgates are staying firmly shut, otherwise you'll all drown.

How about I finish up and you go home. Yeah?

Thank you.

Aw, bless him! He looks terrified.

Not so full of himself now, is he?

That shirt! What was he thinking?

-Very Hoxton.

-Too Hoxton!

No!

THEY GIGGLE

-He said Honey was a model.

-Yeah, right! Hand model, maybe.

All right?

Sit down. Saved us a seat.

You need some more stock in there.

I do know how to cook a shepherd's pie, Mum.

You all right, sis? Lovely and peaceful in here.

Kids are upstairs.

I've just boiled the kettle. Make us a tea?

-Mum, do you want a mint one?

-Yes, please.

I've bought a lovely hot chocolate pudding for later if you fancy it.

Bit pricey, ain't it?

Don't want to splash the cash too much now Dad's gone.

So...

..how was your day?

Rubbish. Donna is destroying the stall.

I mean, I am going to miss him,

but I will miss his contributions as well.

I mean he was keeping us afloat, wasn't he really?

By hook or by crook.

Your perfect dad was only interested in helping himself. OK?

He's taken all his money out of Max's business over the weekend.

So you want to take your rose-tinted glasses off.

All right.

Maybe he wasn't perfect, but he made you happy, didn't he?

Not in reality.

What's that supposed to mean?

We always survived on this kind of unreal level.

He wanted to whisk me off to a desert island, but that's not me.

This is me. Here, in a messy kitchen with a house full of family.

Oh, do me a favour!

It was too romantic, was it, for you now? I've really heard it all!

No, you haven't. And you won't.

Because it's my life and my feelings

and you don't have to agree or understand.

I was just kind of hoping for some support.

Support?

We've got no money coming in,

Tiff's biting her nails again,

Morgan's up four times a night, and to be honest, Mum,

you won't even talk to me about your operation.

B, please!

We're going to cope, all right? We'll miss David, but we'll be all right.

I'm just really worried about you.

You're looking really tired.

OK.

All right.

I'll stop work. I'll rest. I'll stop being so stubborn. I'll...

..give myself every chance I can.

I can cover the shifts.

You can't. Not all of them!

Yes, I can, and I will.

We've said from the beginning that we're in this together.

Yeah? The three of us. And we are.

It's going to be all right. You know that?

-So much nicer in here these days, ain't it?

-Yeah.

Getting well posh round here, you know.

Rent's going through the roof.

That's London for you.

We'll be talking about the weather next!

Here we are.

Wow! Table service and everything!

They don't do this for everyone, you know.

-It's a one-off.

-Thank you.

Anyway, listen, I've knocked together a bit of a curry

-if you fancy coming back after we've had this?

-Really?

-You cooked?

-Yeah!

Denise, it's all fine. Oh, hang on.

Double shot of rum.

Yes, my dear.

I just wanted to find out how you and the girls are doing.

A spa? Hey, that's very relaxing.

Yeah, why not?

Nah, nah, nah. Ian's fine. No news here, I'm afraid.

Turns out I can't fix boilers.

So?

-You've definitely got hot water?

-Yes!

Oi! Aleks, problem solved. Meet our new flatmate - my nephew, Dean.

You don't have kids, do you?

Can you pay the deposit and first month's rent?

Yeah, it's all sorted. Just going to nip to the bog.

Excitement just goes straight to my bladder!

You're either mad or you don't know your aunt.

Don't worry pal, I'm not sticking around for too long.

You sure you're all right to pay the deposit?

Yeah. Just don't let him know.

I just wanted to be able to tell Ian it was all over.

Well, you did your best, didn't you?

The way Jake sat there, all indignant. Lying through his teeth.

PHIL SIGHS

Don't tell me you believed him?

-But if he didn't do it...

-I don't know.

I know Ian wants answers

but I'm pretty sure this ain't the one he wants.

-What?

-No, nothing.

Come on, Sharon, you was about to say something?

Forget it, it's not worth sharing.

Let me be the judge of that, yeah?

I overheard Cindy talking to Ian.

She said she wouldn't tell the police

that Ian lied about his alibi the night Lucy was murdered.

This is really lovely, thank you.

You've got it all now, Billy, haven't you?

This is a really nice place you've got.

And you've got a good job, people that respect you.

Yeah. Nearly got it all.

I'm glad you suggested going for a drink.

It makes a change, don't it, for the bloke not to have to do the asking?

Me and you...

..there's always been something there, hasn't there?

It never completely went away.

I never stopped loving you.

And now I know it's...

-..obvious you never stopped loving me.

-Billy, stop it! What are you doing?

-What?

I didn't think for one second that you and me...

That's not why I'm here!

-You asked me out for a drink!

-No!

Yeah.

Auntie Caroline said I needed to speak to you in person.

Speak to me about what?

It's William.

He's been spotted by an agency.

A modelling agency.

Billy, it's a great opportunity, and the money's really good too.

Yeah, but... so?

The thing is...

it's in Canada.

Canada?

For a year.

We're going to be moving out there on Friday.