26/08/2014 EastEnders

Thanks for yesterday. That really meant a lot to Patrick.

Oh, and that speech that you gave for Lucy, that was lovely.

I meant every word of that, OK?

I really do think this is the start of better things for all of us.

Right. I'd better get off to the police station. Peter'll be waiting.

Yeah, and I'd better go and see to Patrick before that social worker gets here.

You OK?

Yeah...yeah.

It's just...the first time I'm looking after Patrick on my own.

You'll be great. As you always are.

OK.

But listen - anything he needs, OK?

We cope together.

-See you in a bit.

-See ya.

You were up early.

Couldn't sleep.

If you're not sure about this...

So I just keep lying for Ian, putting us through the wringer?

We've been through worse.

No.

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No. I've got to do this.

Oh! Sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me today. I'm...

OK.

There.

I know why you wanted a shave today.

Wh...why?

You wanted to look your best

so you could flirt with that social worker.

THEY CHUCKLE

KNOCK ON DOOR

Oh. Oh, sorry, I was just giving Patrick a shave.

Oh. He's settling in all right, yeah?

Yeah, he's great. Really good to have him back where he belongs.

Yeah... Ian about?

No. He popped out to the police station.

Getting an update on the case.

I need to have a word with him.

Is there anything I can help with?

No, no.

Just tell him I need to see him.

You've got to admit it, Emma seemed pretty pleased with herself yesterday.

Must be getting in the carnival spirit.

Something's happened, OK? It's going to be good news.

Peter, this is just a routine update.

OK? Don't go getting your hopes up.

-Morning.

-All right?

Someone's in a good mood.

It's not all doom and gloom in this job, you know.

Is there any news?

DI Keeble will fill you in.

So there is some news?

DI Keeble's waiting inside.

What you doing?

Oh, looking for money?

Yeah, course you are.

Who's this?

Dexter and Ava.

Who are they?

Dexter's my lodger.

Where does he sleep?

On the sofa.

So where is he now, then?

He's with his mother, Ava.

Next question?

What do you want for breakfast?

What aren't you telling me?

Nothing.

Right, so you keep framed photos of all your lodgers, do you?

It's just a photo.

Come on, who is he?

Oh, I get it. He's your toy boy!

You dirty old cow.

Get your mind out of the gutter.

He's my grandson.

I know you found the appeal difficult but we had

a positive response so I hope you'll think it was worth it in the end.

We received 87 phone calls, which has led to a significant

number of new leads.

All of which are being followed up by my officers.

Anything specific?

I don't want to raise any expectations.

Come on. You must be able to tell us something.

All I can say is that the same name did crop up a few times

for the man in the beanie seen in the footage of Lucy on the bus.

Who?

-Do we know him?

-Have you arrested him?

I can't tell you his name at this stage.

And identifying him is just one step in the enquiry.

We can't go jumping to conclusions.

Yeah, but if you know who he is...

PHONE RINGS

If you'll excuse me a moment.

Hello?

Yeah.

I had Ava when I was 18.

At first I didn't tell anyone I was pregnant.

I gave her away.

Dexter's Ava's son.

Aw, and you all lived happily ever after.

Trust me, it ain't no fairy tale.

But I'm guessing it's 100 times better than my life's been lately.

And I suppose Tanya knew about this?

-Yeah.

-But I wasn't important enough to tell?

You sent your sponsor to talk to me.

-What was I supposed to do?

-Oh, so it's my fault now?

What is it you want from me?

Nothing.

Apparently, it only takes five minutes.

That's more than most blokes.

-Morning.

-Hi.

You guys all set for Insemination Day?

Sounds a little bit like a disaster movie.

You haven't changed your minds, then?

Who is going to be mum and who is going to be dad?

I can't do this.

What did I say this time?

-Lorraine!

-Up yours!

Still got a few friends, then.

Drop dead.

Charming. Must be the company you're keeping.

How do you know her?

Looks like she crawled out of the gutter.

She's my daughter.

If you know who killed Lucy, you should tell us.

I thought your job was to help us.

DI Keeble should be the one to tell you.

Right, so there is something?

We think...

..the man in the footage with Lucy is our man.

Who is it?

Who is it?

The man on the bus. He's a suspect.

He's the man that killed Lucy, right? You've found him?

No.

That's not what we were led to believe.

By whom?

The man in the footage holds particular interest for us.

We thought we'd identified him.

But it turns out we were wrong.

I'm sorry your hopes were falsely raised.

You're sorry. Is that it?

You drag us down here, you give us false hope, you disappoint us again

and that's all you've got to say?

Look, I understand that this is upsetting for you, and I promise you...

What? What can you promise us? That you're going to find my sister's killer?

Can you promise that?

So what's wrong with her? Drugs?

Must have been hard for you, having a daughter like that.

I don't need your pity.

It isn't pity. It's understanding.

Kids give you nothing but misery. Occasional bit of joy.

But not enough to make up for the misery.

But you have to love them anyway.

Stand up for them when they screw up. Which they always do.

Bit hard standing up for 'em when they ain't around.

Oh, she'll be back.

I doubt it.

When she needs money for the next fix?

I'm not funding Rainie's habit any more.

Yeah, I bet.

What is it? The usual? Bit of petty thieving?

Is she on the game?

Yeah. Saw a lot of that down the estate.

Some days couldn't hardly get out the door without being propositioned.

Mind you, I never partook.

But your Mick did.

When he visited my Rainie.

Are you saying it was that piece of scum who got my Mick in court?

Oh, I think he did that all by himself, don't you?

Spare us some change, please?

Spare us some change, please?

Course. Here y'are.

-Thank you.

-You all right?

-Yeah. Thank you.

Time for your pills.

Thank you.

Er...let me do it.

OK.

It's OK. It's OK.

I'll do it.

There you go.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Just wait there.

Fiona Payne. Social services.

I thought you was all right about this.

We picked the right man. We're doing the right thing.

What if people that say that

a kid should have a mum and a dad are right?

Where's this suddenly come from? Ain't cos of what Dean said?

No, no.

I just think that we have to think very carefully

about what we're doing.

That's all. This is a huge decision.

Yeah. One we've talked about. And we've fought about.

And saved for.

And I don't believe for one second that you think lesbians

shouldn't have babies.

So are you going to tell me what this is really about?

I'm scared, all right?

I'm scared.

I'm scared I'm going to be a terrible mum.

OK.

Right, well, I was a terrible mum. To Zsa Zsa.

Yeah? I mean, really awful.

You and me both know that.

If that's your idea of a pep talk, it sucks.

I WAS a terrible mum, because I wasn't ready.

But I am now. And so are you.

How do you know that?

I don't. I was just trying to make you feel better.

Tina! This is really not helping.

Well, what do you want me to say?

That everything's going to be perfect?

-That we're going to be the most amazing parents? That we're never going to screw up?

-Yeah!

All I know is - we're as ready now as we will ever be.

All right! Just don't blame me if they turn out to be a delinquent, all right?

Come on. We'd better go. Don't want to miss the appointment.

They're incompetent. We should sue 'em.

Peter, you just need to have some patience.

I'm sick of being patient.

I'm sick of not being told what's going on.

-I'm sick of not knowing.

-Well, there's no point in getting angry, is there?

-So what are we supposed to do? Sit around while they treat us like idiots?

-No. Of course not.

Then what?

Peter, I don't have the answers.

OK. I wish I did, but I don't.

They're never going to find who did it, are they?

Peter!

Ah! Sounds like you've thought of everything.

-And you'll get those handrails fitted in the next couple of days?

-Yup.

They come in any colour as long as it's grey.

There is a whole range of support available.

Help with getting Patrick in and out of bed. Washing him.

Dressing him. Feeding him.

I know. It's just...

You know, I think we can manage all that ourselves.

You're absolutely sure, Denise?

OK. What about Meals On Wheels?

The food is actually quite good these days.

They've got some celebrity chef in to jazz things up a bit.

Well, my partner's a chef, so...

Oh, well, looks like you really do have everything under control.

Patrick... I'm so sorry.

Hey. How do I look?

What you dressed up for?

It's my trial at Blades. Remember?

Oh, yeah. You look nice.

Peter, you all right?

No. Not really.

The police got our hopes up about Lucy

but it turned out to be nothing.

Again.

-They should just stop looking. And I don't even care any more.

-Oi! Don't say that.

The police have got to find out who killed Lucy.

Why don't you just go to your trial? You don't want to be late.

The police know what they're doing, you know. Just trust 'em.

I thought the medication stopped the incontinence.

Well, it's a common misconception.

The reality of caring for someone at home after a stroke is often

very different to what people expect.

Yeah. Well, maybe I should take some of that support after all.

Trust me, what happened was a completely normal occurrence.

And don't beat yourself up about it.

But if you're worried about anything,

if Patrick's needs change - we can help.

Call any time.

Now, it's clear you care for Patrick very much.

And this is a great place for him to live in.

Hmm...

-Mick?

-I'm in here.

All right? Nancy said it was OK to come up. What's so urgent?

The thing is, Ian... Sit down, sit down.

There's no easy way to say this, so I'm just going to say it. Um...

I can't keep lying for you over this prostitute thing.

Why not?

Because it's got out of hand.

Mick, you promised me.

I know. And usually I'm a man of my word.

But I thought it was going to stay in the court.

-I didn't know it was going to go public.

-So what are you going to do? Dump me in it?

-I'm sorry, Ian.

You're just going to have to tell Denise the truth.

-But she'll leave me.

-You don't know that.

You reckon she'll stay with me?

You're going to have to talk to her. Be honest with her.

Do everything in your power to stop her from walking.

Hiya. You all right?

I'll break out the chocolate, shall I?

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-Yes, yes...

Just thought I'd pop in. See how Patrick's getting on.

Oh. Better late than never, I suppose.

Come through.

He's just through there.

You fancy a cuppa?

You ain't got anything stronger, have you?

Coffee?

Tea'll be fine.

Patrick.

Expect you're wondering why I ain't been to see you.

I could say it's because I don't like hospitals. I don't.

But that'd be an excuse.

I could say all sorts about being too busy yesterday.

But it'd all be a load of flannel.

Truth is - I behaved badly towards you before.

So I just want to say I'm sorry.

And if you want me to go, I'll understand.

No.

Stay.

-Don't know about you...

-Yeah?

..but I could do with a drink.

Emergency rations. In case of disapproving hosts.

HE CHUCKLES

Oh! I needed that.

Rainie's back on the scene.

What do you think you're doing?

For medicinal purposes.

OK. Visiting hours are over.

Yes, matron.

I'll catch you later, Patrick.

All they ever do is just raise our hopes.

They thought they'd found someone but...

guess what? It's not them.

Maybe they should just stop looking.

I didn't mean it like that.

I know.

It's just, I...

Um...

I just... I wish I could block it all out.

You can't, though, can you? Because it just never goes away.

Exactly.

You know, sometimes, sometimes I wake up

and I just want to pack a bag and just...take off.

Where to?

I dunno.

Um...anywhere.

To be fair, I have, I have felt like that before.

You should come with me.

-What?

-Yeah. Me and you. Travelling round the world.

-It's not such a crazy idea, is it?

-Er...

Uh...this is wrong.

-No, it's not.

-No, yes, yes, it is. Cos you're with Lola.

-And I'm with Dean.

-You've been with him for, like, a week.

OK, then - you and Lola? And what about little Lexi?

We should be together. Because...

-No, no, don't. Please. Do not.

-But it is true.

-Do not say it.

It's true. Look, I love you.

OK, I don't love you.

Not in that way, anyway.

You don't really love me, either.

I do.

No. You don't, OK? You don't. You just think you do.

Because you love Lucy. And I love Lucy.

But that doesn't mean that we love each other.

I'm your friend.

OK? I'm your best friend.

But that's all I'm ever going to be.

I should go.

I'm sorry.

Hey. Are you all right?

No going back now.

No going back now, Mama T.

You know what would really suit you? Just some lowlights. You know?

If you just dotted it in the colour, it'd look so good.

Trust me, you should do it.

If you could just sweep the floor. And make the tea.

-I'd appreciate that.

-Yeah, I know, but I was just saying that she...

Talking of which - two sugars.

Two sugars.

Sorry.

Barrel needs changing.

Yep. I'm all over it.

Hello again. You all right?

You all right?

You couldn't shout us a drink, could you?

Just one.

-What are you doing here?

-Who are you?

I know who you are. And what you are.

-Oh, get a life.

-Now you are going to turn round, leave quietly

and go back home to your mum.

-Get your hands off me, you dirty old pervert!

-Grandad?

Oh, that explains everything. Must run in the family.

-Perverts, the lot of you.

-What's she on about?

She's high on drugs. Ignore her. Come on, you. Out.

I don't want no trouble. I just want some money.

Don't we all, darling? Now, go on. Get out.

-You don't remember me, do you?

-I've never seen you before in my life.

But you have. You just never noticed me.

At the court.

Yeah. That's right. I'm the one your husband paid for sex.

Shut up, you liar.

You sure about that?

You've got a nerve coming here. To my home.

I just - just give me some money and I'll go.

I don't want to cause you no trouble.

Please. I just need some money, that's all.

You'll get nothing here.

-You'll help me out, right?

-Get out!

What is she doing here?

What? You know her?

I just want some money. That's all. And then I'll go.

You owe me.

I don't owe you nothing.

You slept with me.

We both know that ain't true, don't we?

-That's not what you told the court.

-Dad?

He lied. To protect a mate.

What mate?

Ian.

What? You went along with it?

-It was my decision.

-And I stood by him.

-Just look at you.

As if anyone would believe that I would pay for you.

A cheap, dirty excuse of a woman.

I mean, just look at the state of you.

So do yourself a favour,

get out and go back to the gutter where you belong.

SHE SOBS

I... I need some help. That's all.

Yeah, I know.

Get out.

SHE WHIMPERS

BICYCLE BELL RINGS

SHE WHIMPERS

SHE CRIES

SHE WAILS

Bit of a struggle getting him up the stairs.

But he's out like a light now. Where've you been?

I just needed to clear my head.

Right. Is everything OK?

Yeah.

The police thought they had some news

but it turned out it wasn't important.

-It just wound Peter up.

-Aw.

You did tell him not to get his hopes up, didn't you?

Well, you know what he's like, once he gets an idea in his head.

Wonder where he gets that from, eh?

How did it go with the social worker?

Yeah...yeah. It was good. They've offered us all sorts of help.

But I said we can manage.

Denise...

Oh, and Mick called round to see you earlier, he wanted to talk to you.

Seemed kind of urgent.

Uh, yeah, I caught up with him a while ago.

What did he want?

He just wanted to talk about this prostitute business.

Oh, that. It makes my skin crawl.

Yeah, erm...apparently things hadn't been that good between them.

-Oh, what, and that makes it all right, does it?

-No.

You've got to admire Linda for sticking by him.

More fool her, ain't it?

Oh, look. Cora's only gone and left her phone, ain't she?

-Denise...

-Called round earlier - finally - to see Patrick.

-I had to throw her out.

-Why?

Well, she was plying Patrick with booze.

And he seemed really agitated.

Anyway, better go and take this round for her.

It's OK, I'll do that for you.

It's OK, I'll do it, it's fine.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Is Denise in?

No. She's popped out.

-You told her yet?

-Mick, please! Just give us a chance, will you?

Well, you'd better tell her. Lively. Because the brass you slept with has been in the Vic.

Rainie's here? She's on the Square?

Yeah. It all kicked off and the truth's come out.

Where did she go?

Mick, where did she go?

I don't know.

Denise!