12/08/2014 EastEnders

Morning! That's for me?!

DENISE: It's going to be an ordeal, course it is.

Your worst nightmare, isn't it?

Everything out there, everyone...

Picking over it...

Ian, he's just a mess.

But maybe this is it...

Maybe this is the day that someone finally comes forward.

The day we find out...

who killed Lucy.

You ain't seen my Oyster card, have you?

I'm meeting an old oppo up west.

Look at him, geezer's in bits.

Well, we ain't exactly having the best time of it ourselves.

There you go. Oh, thanks.

Yeah, well, still nothing compared to what he's going through.

Listen, you did the right thing.

Not saying anything to Denise.

You didn't, did you?

I never said nothing to her.

Put this on. What for?

And dig out your best suit. I'm going over the Arches.

Not yet, you're not.

You all right, Ian? Not in the caff?

Nah. It's closed. Liam can't get in today

and Marie's not around till lunchtime.

OK. Well, I can open up, if you like?

Come on, you said it yourself -

nothing like helping a mate out, is there?

I meant me helping you out.

Listen, if you want, I can even keep an eye on the restaurant as well.

Eh?

Alf, you've got enough on your plate, mate... Kat and the twins.

It's all right, we can manage!

Lily's staying with you as well, isn't she?

Not for long, I hope.

Well, it's only because, you know, Stacey's asked for an appeal.

Just waiting for the date.

Listen, Ian, today's not about me, Kat and Stace - it's about you, innit, eh?

Listen, no-one makes a better bacon sarnie than me.

You know it. Eh?

There you go. Well done, mate. I'll look after it.

That's settled then.

So, is this what you're going to say?

Yeah... I just don't want to let her down. Oi, oi, oi.

Come on, mate, you ain't going to let anybody down. All right?

Been over it hundreds of times in my head,

it just doesn't make any sense.

All that matters is you tell it like it is.

Keep it simple. Honest. That's what people want, mate, nothing else.

Grandad.

It's not exactly going away, all this, is it?

It will. Cos you say so. No. Cos it's all pony.

Mick ain't the kind of man to go chasing toms.

But how was it all some misunderstanding?

Either Mick was with a brass or he wasn't.

And if he wasn't, why did your girlfriend say he was?

I think Cora was just lashing out. She'd tied a few on.

Didn't seem that drunk to me. And why lash out at Mick?

Women are funny creatures.

Nan, have you heard from Auntie Rainie at all?

You ain't said nothing? No, course not!

I told you, I don't want anyone knowing.

You must be worried sick.

I know you ain't seen her in a while either.

And now we know why. She don't want any of us to know what she's doing.

Especially with the likes of him in there.

But it ain't Mick you're actually bothered about, is it?

KNOCK ON THE DOOR

We're coming with you.

Both of us.

Yeah. Show our support.

MICK: Don't know why she's ordered chardonnay, no-one drinks it.

You know where you're going. I'll be back in a minute.

What's she going to do? What?

Mick, I can't handle this. Not on top of everything else.

What are you talking about? She hasn't told you?

Linda came to see me last night. OK.

She said either I tell everyone what's happened, or she will.

Look, Mick, please - I know it's a big ask, but...

Please?

Thanks, I won't be long. Sorry about the mess, ladies.

One egg on toast, one beans on toast.

Be right with you. OK. Thanks for this, mate.

Like I said to your dad, a day like today, eh?!

Blimey, you must have your hands full, what with the twins and that.

It's OK. We've got plenty of help.

Bianca said Jean's gone back to Brighton. Everything's in hand.

If you want to go and see Lily later, she'd love to see you. Whoa-ho! Shrimpy!

More toast! Heads up, catch! Good lad. Lovely.

THEY LAUGH

That ain't going to go down well with Environmental Health, is it?

Hiya. All right?

Just wanted to say, good luck with today.

Not me that needs it, my dad's the one that's doing all the talking.

I'm just going to be sat there.

You know, just wanted to say it anyway. All right, Peter?

Tell him yourself if you like, we're going there now.

Yeah? Yeah, OK. Cool.

Oh! Need you to do something for me. Oh?

Tell a lie. I need you to do two things for me.

Spread the word, get the punters in,

we're having a drinks promotion tonight.

BOGOFs everywhere you look, enough cheap booze to refloat the Titanic.

Party time.

Yes. Cos you've got a lot to celebrate right now.

Yeah, well, I will have...

once you've had a little word with someone.

Mmm. That's it.

Denise is back. She's getting changed, with Sharon.

Mick was wishing you good luck, was he? Yeah.

You never told me you'd been to see Ian.

You didn't ask. Linda!

Have you seen last night's takings? They'll pick up!

And have you talked to the kids today, have you even seen them?

Cos I ain't - they're hiding themselves away.

It's a storm in a teacup. And how do you think I feel?

Everyone looking at me, the woman whose husband goes off with tarts!

You know it ain't true. Well, they don't know that!

Cos if it was true, you're right, it would be end of.

It would be over. But it ain't, so stop worrying about it.

I tell you what, you tell that to the punters who come in this lunchtime - if any do.

Lauren ain't coming in, that's for sure. Not after yesterday!

Some people have got a worse day ahead of 'em.

He did this, Mick.

He's the one who couldn't keep it in his trousers.

Come through. Hi, Ian.

DI Keeble and Ross have gone straight over there.

So, um...if you're ready to go?

Look, you don't have to do this.

Not if you don't want to.

No-one's going to make him, are they?

Uh, no, I mean, it's voluntary, of course!

Yeah, but most people would, wouldn't they?

If it helps catch some nutter. Phil! Just saying.

What? What are you saying?

What Phil's saying is they haven't done a very good job so far.

So now it's our turn.

Are you, um... Are you all coming along?

Yeah. That's all right, isn't it?

Yes, of course. We just really want to show our support.

I mean, the more support the better, right, Dad?

Actually, it ain't.

What? All right for you to come. Well, Peter seemed to think it was.

Yeah, I know, but Peter, he's not thinking straight.

Doesn't know what's best for him. I mean, it's a nice idea and that,

but having an audience might make things worse for him,

if you know what I mean. OK.

I'm not sure I'd agree with that, but...

Are you saying you know my boyfriend better than me?

Right...

Just keep thinking of Lucy.

No matter how many cameras there are pointing at you.

THIS is for Lucy.

All right?

Cup of tea? Yeah, yeah. Coming right up.

You been ignoring me?

What the hell are you playing at, Cora?

So you think all this is a game, do you?

You're not telling me you were serious?

Hallelujah.

At last. Something's got through.

You've lost it, must have.

I know what I know.

So this is from the horse's mouth, is it?

You actually saw Mick with some tart?

You were there?

I still know.

How? You didn't see him and you didn't see her.

This woman that you say Mick was with...

He was.

It's not some mate of yours, is it?

I stand by what I said at the Vic.

Every word of it.

There you go, mate.

Yes, Lauren? Tea, coffee, sausage bap, bacon roll?

Nah, just a water, please.

Still, sparkling? Hint of lemon, dash of lime?

Nah, just tap water is fine.

Oh, tap water? Don't let Ian catch you.

He's probably got a lot more on his mind at the moment.

Nothing's happened, has it?

It's the press conference today, ain't it?

I just wanted to show him my support, you know.

Who, Ian? No. Peter.

Oh. Lola as good as told me to get lost.

Well, she is his girlfriend, so...

So...? So what? I'm not trying to muscle in or nothing.

No... I'm not! Here you go.

We're just getting everyone seated, then we'll bring you in, OK?

There's been a good turnout.

There's been lots of interest,

national press as well as local press, so...

Oh, excuse me. We'll be with you in a minute, OK.

We should have gone to the Vic, grabbed a bit of Dutch courage.

Won't be rushing in there any time soon.

Well, you think you know someone, don't you?

It's horrible though, isn't it?

I just don't know what to say to her. Poor Linda.

Yeah. But men like that, you know, they're just...scum.

Do you know what happened to Lauren? Yeah. I think something came up.

Oh, what sort of something? Does it matter? Oh, just...

Peter, the only one thing you should be thinking about today is your dad,

and all of this, OK?

I'm so sorry, there's been a little bit of a misunderstanding.

It's not a public press conference, Ian.

What's that mean?

It was always supposed to be just press.

Hang on, what are you saying, friends and family ain't welcome?

You're welcome to wait in the next room

and we'll fix up a feed to keep you informed. Hang on a minute.

They're here to support me, I want them to stay.

Then the press'll be photographing them,

and asking them questions as well as you.

I'm sorry, it's just Ian and Peter we want in the room, no-one else.

DC Summerhayes will show you where to go.

Ian?

It's all right, Dad. It's for Lucy, remember?

If you could just stay in this room

for the duration of the press conference,

then you can see Ian straight afterwards.

We should be with him. I'm so sorry.

Can I just get you any drinks or anything in the meantime?

CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICK

Your family's causing my family quite a lot of grief at the moment.

Why is your nan so bothered about all this,

that's what I don't know?

It's almost like she was taking it personal.

Unless it is. How do you mean? Personal.

In that she knows whoever it was who was supposed to be with Mick.

Sorry, I'm just... I'm meant to be meeting my dad for a coffee.

Does that mean she DOES know?

No. No, I never said that.

You all right, Lauren? He weren't hassling you, was he?

No. Nothing I can't handle.

Nothing important either, not compared to what's happening today.

It must have started by now mustn't it? What, the police appeal?

Yeah. I mean, they've got to have loads of calls coming in.

You hear about things like this happening all the time.

So this will be just like we agreed.

I'll say a few words, hand over to you, play the CCTV,

then a few questions from the floor.

OK? You ready?

PRESS CHATTER

SHE CLEARS HER THROAT

ROOM FALLS SILENT

On the 18th of April 2014,

at approximately 8:20 in the evening,

Lucy Beale travelled on a number 15 bus

to a business appointment

with a client in a flat in East London.

We know and have eliminated

that client from our enquiries.

We don't know what happened after that meeting.

We do know that Lucy's body was discovered

on a common close by.

We also know that Lucy was killed

sometime between 9:30 and midnight

and that she died as a result of a head injury.

We'll be going into more detail a little later,

but first, Mr Beale, Lucy's father,

would like to say a few words about his daughter.

CAMERAS CLICK

Lucy was... HE EXHALES

In your own time, Mr Beale.

Come on, Ian.

Lucy was my little girl.

She had her whole life in front of her.

She would have fallen in love,

got married...

had kids.

I would have watched her kids grow up

like I watched her grow up.

Picked her up when she fell down.

Read her a bedtime story.

Her and her brother.

HE GASPS

I told Lucy

that I'd always be there for her...

That I'd protect her.

This is stupid.

Phil? Phil!

In your own words, Mr Beale.

Mr Mitchell, you were told to wait in the viewing room!

Look at the state of him, he's in bits. Mr Mitchell, please!

HE MOUTHS

SHE SIGHS

And I did. I DID protect her.

Until she went off that night

and she didn't come home.

Someone knows why.

Someone knows what happened to my little girl.

So, please... HE SOBS

..whoever you are, just tell me.

Tell me, tell her brother,

why Lucy didn't come home.

We do have CCTV footage of Lucy's journey

to her appointment that night.

IAN COUGHS

We want to trace any other passengers

who were on that bus with Lucy.

We want to talk to anyone who might have seen her.

In particular, anyone who got on that bus with her

or got off at the same stop.

Are there any questions?

Beth Kennedy, London Telegraph. Yes, Miss Kennedy?

Do you have you any leads at all, Detective Inspector?

We're confident this appeal will assist with our enquiries.

That's a no, I take it.

Mr Beale, my sincere sympathies on your loss,

but Lucy wasn't a little girl

when this tragic incident took place of course, she was a grown woman.

She'll always be my little girl.

And you knew her well? Yes.

And there'd been no tensions in the family lately? No.

I understand drugs were found in Lucy's possession

the day before she died. How do you know that?

There's no evidence this was drugs-related.

Meaning you've no evidence it's not.

Was Lucy a habitual drugs user, Mr Beale?

No, she wasn't! Look what's this got to do with anything?

But it's possible she was meeting a dealer that night, isn't it?

You can't say that! Either before or after

her appointment in that flat?

I won't have Lucy talked about like this! I won't!

She was a good girl.

Lucy... Lucy was a good girl. HE SOBS

What if it had been Nancy? What?

What if it had been Nancy that went out that night and never came back?

Don't say that. Exactly.

So how can all this, a few funny looks and a few moody jokes,

compare to something like that? It still don't excuse what he did.

Of course it doesn't!

And it don't mean you should take it on your shoulders either.

He can't take it on his, can he? Not right now.

So who are you all of a sudden, Saint Michael?

Ian's a dad. So am I. He HAD a daughter.

I've still got one.

OK.

I'll keep quiet.

I'm doing this for you, though, Mick, cos you want me to.

Not cos HE does.

Come here, darling. Relax. You did really well.

Really? Yes. Really well.

What the hell was all that about?!

Why did you let her ask all those questions?

You said you'd step in if anyone got too heavy.

That wasn't just heavy, she practically hung Dad out to dry.

I'm just trying to catch your sister's killer.

STAN: 'I had that word you wanted.' MICK: 'And?'

Didn't do much good. Cora just stuck to her guns.

According to her, you took up with some tom.

Well, not some. A tom she seemed to know.

Nothing else going on here, is there?

What do you mean?

It's just, I got the strangest feeling when I was talking to her.

Like she was hiding something. Can we talk about this later?

I've got to sort out this drinks promotion. And the funny thing is,

that's exactly the same feeling I'm getting now.

Look, Mick. You send me into battle, fair enough.

But at least give me the full SP.

Has someone got something on you? Is that it?

Is this some sort of deal and you're taking the rap for someone?

Why would I do that?

What do you take me for, some sort of muppet?

Well, you might for a mate.

Oh, so that's it, some mate of yours has got into bother

and you're helping him out? OK.

This is between you and me? Go on.

I've never done it before and I'll never do it again.

But?

I went with a tart. Yeah.

And I paid her for sex.

You know why, don't you? Why what?

Why that Old Bill didn't call the dogs off.

She reckons you're hiding something.

And that appeal was the best chance she had

of getting it all out into the open. And you know something?

I've been watching you all morning and I reckon she's right.

You are hiding something, ain't ya?

Now, what is it?

Ian?!

Now, you know something and you're going to tell me what is.

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