20/11/2015 EastEnders

Hey! So glad you could make it.

We're so excited!

You don't have to go in to work today if you don't feel up for it. I can cover for you.

Wow.

Somebody should really let them know they're moving in with a murderer.

Hey, Dad, I made that for you.

Cheers.

-You all right?

-Yeah.

Other than the fact I got put on my bottle by an old man.

Good dig, to be fair. Think my pride's stinging more than me nose.

I think you did the right thing.

Don't let Linda hear you say that. She's got the right zig with me.

That's the understatement of the year!

L, it's Billy Mitchell. Can't take the geezer seriously. What was I supposed to do?

You should've told me what was going on as soon as you knew.

But then you didn't tell me you were seeing Shirley, either.

Look, we're supposed to be a team.

-Course we're a team.

-Then why am I always the last to know?

Are you seriously going to act like nothing happened?

I'm not trying to excuse it.

OK? But she was trying to mess with your head.

-Don't let her.

-This is textbook denial. You don't want to believe that Ronnie has lost the plot, so

-you're convincing yourself that she wouldn't have gone through with it.

-She wouldn't have.

You don't believe that. I know you don't.

-Otherwise you wouldn't have told me about Carl.

-I wish I hadn't now.

And what happened with Carl was very, very different.

-Yeah, well, it looked pretty similar from where I was standing.

-She's my sister, all right?

And I know exactly what she is and is not capable of.

Well, I'm not sure that I'd be brave enough to make that call.

Especially now she's got a house full of kids.

I can't be doing with this. I'm going out.

Have you seen Fatboy this morning yet?

No, my morning has been blissfully idiot-free, thanks. Why?

I don't know, I just reckon you're going to see an attitude adjustment when you do.

I thought I told you not to get involved, Vincent.

Behave yourself. You know I couldn't let that slide, could I?

You ain't seen Fatboy, have you?

No.

Cos normally he's at the car lot around this time.

That's very, very strange. All right, thanks, Marie. See you later.

What have you done, Vincent?

I'll pop your tea down there, all right?

Listen, there's a great dress in there. Page seven.

Have a look at it when you're done.

I'm sick of looking at dresses.

Everybody gets like that, love.

Eventually you'll find the perfect one. Then everything will be worth it.

I don't think anything could feel perfect right now, Mum.

It's Mick Carter. There's been a change of plan.

I'm going to need that ready for today.

Oi, what you doing?

SHE TUTS

I remember a time when burglars at least had the decency to wait

until after dark.

Yeah, I told Mrs Branning I was going to check her security arrangements.

Very community spirited of you.

I'll make sure I tell her what a thorough good job you've done.

No, there's no need to bother her with all that.

Course - my memory ain't what it was.

Especially after a little drink.

HE SIGHS

Not that little.

-This couldn't have worked out any better, you know.

-Great, innit?

-DOORBELL I'll get that.

-Thank you.

-You do understand why this is for the best, though, don't you, Billy?

-Yeah, course, course I do.

I just wouldn't want it to be for ever.

One step at a time, yeah?

-Yeah, all right.

-Roxy's here.

-Hi, Rox.

-Hey.

I see you've got a house full.

Yeah, well, it doesn't make any sense to leave all the rooms empty, does it?

Roxy, the kids are over the moon.

-And, Janet, you love your new bedroom, don't you?

-Yes.

We're taking them up Walford Primary later - meet the teachers.

And, Will, you're looking forward to going back to school

and it makes sense really, putting Janet on the list to transfer.

And Kamil's starting as well, so he ain't going to be the only newbie.

Well, I'm sure you'll love it. Amy does.

-Auntie Ronnie, you're an angel.

-Aw!

Is that what you are? You're an angel?

Right, I think maybe we should go upstairs and get unpacked, eh?

-Yeah, yeah. Come on, then, kids.

-Come on, boy.

-Come on, darling.

Are you going to go up and see your room?

-See you in a minute. See you, lovely.

-Come on, up you go.

I can't work you out.

Oh, come on, Roxy. You know full well I didn't try and kill Dean.

What, cos you're so good at it that if you really wanted to kill him, he'd already be dead?

No. Because you know me, don't you?

Before there was anyone else, there was always me and you.

We know what the other one is thinking, we finish each other's sentences.

-We make each other's lives a misery.

-Roxy, look. I'm an idiot, all right?

I'm overprotective, I'm stubborn, I'm impulsive.

But I am not a cold-blooded killer.

Give me one good reason I should believe that.

Because, Roxy, it would tear me apart if you didn't.

All right.

All right.

Fatboy?

You can come out.

How's the moving going, Honey? You all settled in now?

Yeah, getting there. Just thought I'd pop out for some breakfast, actually.

Thank you.

I just hope Ronnie likes ketchup.

Oh, I'm sure she does.

Don't get too comfy at Ronnie's, will you, Honey?

Sorry?

There's nothing sadder than two people living apart

when they should be together.

I'm sure it'll all work out like it's meant to, Les.

Pam?

I'm sorry, Les. I just can't talk to you at the moment.

That's all right.

I'll go.

How was I meant to know that Dot weren't coming home?

So what's the plan, then?

You just going to stay in here for ever?

HE GROANS

You OK?

Yeah. I spoke to Ronnie.

And what did she say?

Exactly what I thought.

OK? She was just trying to put the frighteners on you.

She would never have gone through with it.

-And you believed her?

-Yeah, I do.

Well, you might be able to live with yourself, but I'm not sure I can.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means, that unlike you, I have a conscience.

How am I going to live with myself if somebody else gets hurt?

You're being ridiculous!

It's not just me, is it? There's other victims.

Victims! Carl was a complete scumbag!

I'm not talking about Carl.

I'm talking about Charlie.

-Don't, Dean! Don't even go there.

-No, we both thought it. We even spoke about it.

Then all of a sudden you just looked the other way.

-It wasn't like that.

-No, it wasn't like that. Of course not.

Because you're no stranger to denial when your sister's concerned.

You've been doing it long enough.

You're still here.

Look, I just wanted to make sure that you was OK.

Look, you need to think very carefully about the story you're going to tell.

Neither of us come out looking like a hero.

Do you really think I want anybody to know about this?

KNOCK ON DOOR

Look, I'm serious. Donna can't know about this.

-Hey, Rox.

-Have you got a minute?

-I really need to get to...

-Vincent, hello. Nice to see you somewhere other than sniffing around my sister.

-Do I sense jealousy?

-No.

Listen, Rox, can this wait? Cos I am super late and I really need to...

Look, it'll take one minute. I just really need to know.

When was the last time you spoke to Charlie?

-DOT:

-Arthur, are you in?

The milk's still on the step. It'll have gone off.

What on earth is going on here?

Sorry about all the mess, Mrs B, and the milk.

I've been running late recently.

Visitors, after a long journey. How nice.

We actually haven't had the pleasure, Mrs Branning.

I'm Vincent Hubbard. I've just moved into Number 1.

Dr Legg's old surgery.

We ain't had a decent doctor, not since Dr Legg left.

Well, I hope to be half the neighbour he was. But Roxy and I were just leaving.

Well, don't let me stop you.

Um, Dot, listen. I know that I'm probably the last person you want to see right now.

But I really need to talk to you about Charlie.

Alone.

Well, that's them all sorted. The kids are buzzin'.

No need for us to share a room any more.

Not that I haven't enjoyed our Morecombe and Wise routine.

Look, Billy.

You mustn't give up on Honey.

You must do everything you can to get her back where she belongs.

Les.

Just because you really, really want something,

doesn't mean it's ever going to happen.

They've got space over there.

Ronnie can offer them a proper family home.

Whereas all I've got is Eric and Ernie, innit?

Les, I didn't mean it that way.

No, no, no, you're quite right.

It's high time you got your home back.

No, no, look.

There's no rush, OK?

We might as well enjoy each other's company a bit longer.

At least till Honey and Pam see the light.

I never meant to stay two nights,

only she's such a tonic, that granddaughter of mine.

Oh, she is a lovely girl, Dotty - I mean, Kirsty.

Dot, look, I just need to know how Charlie's getting on in Ireland.

I think the best thing you can do for Charlie and your sister is to leave them be.

I don't want to get in touch with him, I just really need to know he's OK.

Well, I don't think that mother of his can be the easiest

of patients but he must be dealing with it,

otherwise he'd be back here, wouldn't he?

-You getting me his number?

-No, I just thought you might like a biscuit with your tea.

No, Dot, honestly - I've taken up enough of your time already.

Anyway, I've got what I came for.

Why don't you ask your sister?

She's the one what keeps me up-to-date.

You have spoken to him yourself, haven't you?

No, I've asked Ronnie to get him to phone me, cos he must have lost

his phone, changed his number. Just like a man, he's thoughtless.

So basically getting married is about being thankful for what

you've got, even if it's not quite what you wanted?

Mick Carter is all you've ever wanted

since you were 14 years old.

So you can give over with that kind of talk!

Are you and him going to give each other the cold shoulder all day?

He ain't giving me the cold shoulder. He just don't want me to see the gift.

What gift?

He knows that he's hurt me, which means there'll be a gift.

Wow, two visits in one day.

I must have really messed up this time.

Yeah. I hope not, Ron.

Well, go on, then. What is it?

I need to know what happened to Charlie.

You know what happened. He left.

Just like that? Without a thought for Matthew?

I don't know. You'd have to ask him.

-All right, well, why don't you get me a number for him, yeah? Have you got one?

-No, not on me.

You'd have to get it off Dot.

Try again, Ron.

There are some very small flats with very large price tags in here.

Look at this one. We bury people in bigger boxes!

I can't believe it's come to this.

You know, Nan's looking much happier on her stall.

I was sure you two would sort things out.

Yeah, but I've got to face facts. It isn't going to happen.

However much I want it to.

I'm sorry, Grandad. You don't deserve to lose your home.

Bricks and mortar don't make a home, son.

People do.

I lost my home the minute I lost your grandmother.

Which means I'll still be homeless even when I've found a place to live.

You're acting like you think I've done something to Charlie.

Well, have you? Cos that's how you deal with problems, isn't it?

-You either pay them off, or you kill them off.

-Oh!

Look, fine.

Fine. You're asking me, did I want to hurt him?

Then yes, I wanted to hurt him.

The least he could do, after what you both did,

was to leave me and Matthew in peace.

What have you done, Ronnie?

Thanks, Hel.

PHONE RINGS

Ronnie.

All right, tell me what happened.

All right, all right, I'll sort it.

I will sort it.

Come on, then, let's have it.

-What?

-You've obviously been to get me a present, which is meant

to make me forget everything. Am I right?

-Yeah.

-It ain't going to work this time.

OK, so you probably...well, you definitely won't want to see what it is, then.

Course you do.

Fine, what is it?

-You got me a wedding dress?

-No, I got you THE wedding dress.

Just after we started seeing each other, your mum went out

and we bunked off school and we spent the afternoon at yours.

I remember.

D'you, erm, remember what we did?

Course I do.

No, no, no - that was nice, but...

No, it was just before that.

-I made you watch Charles and Di's wedding on VHS.

-Mmm.

And you described to me the exact dress you would have worn

if you'd have got married then.

You didn't?

I know I don't always show it,

but I've listened to every word you've ever said since we met.

-Who were you on the phone to?

-Vincent.

Oh, Vincent. I might have known he had something to do with it.

What now?

We wait.

This better not be one of your stupid games, Ronnie.

PHONE RINGS

Well, who is it?

You wanted to know the truth.

There's no backing out now.

Hello?

Charlie!

Charlie.

You have no idea how happy I am to hear your voice.

Excuse me, can I have one of those in a size ten, please?

-You're a bit less stressed now, then?

-Was I stressed?

I haven't seen you brick it like that

since Mum caught you upstairs with Leanne Stevens. Remember?

Yeah, that weren't pretty.

-Where is Fatboy?

-He's at work.

You know that boy goes on like a girl, innit,

giving me the silent treatment just because he's wounded.

You must have really upset him. Cos I ain't never seen Fatboy quiet.

OK, well, look, thank you for calling.

I'm glad you're OK.

All right. Bye.

He's well, in case you're interested.

And he still wants a divorce, so that should put a smile on your face.

Do you know what, Ron? An hour ago I thought that knowing Charlie was alive...

I thought it would make everything OK.

And now?

He's scared of you, Ron.

The father of your child is so scared of you,

he doesn't even want to set foot in the country.

Really? Good. So what?

So, Charlie might still be alive but you, Veronica -

you still need help.

Look, man. I already told you, all right,

I ain't going to say anything.

You know, Lee ain't even in this afternoon, so I can't even tell him.

That look on your face when I opened the cupboard door.

I've seen it before.

So?

Every time a new foster kid arrived at ours.

That was the look he wore.

Like he didn't know whether he was going to be greeted with a hug or a fist.

Yeah, well, I bet it didn't take long to figure out which one you had on offer.

I told you, I'm not the bad guy, not all the time.

See you, you see me as a thug. But those kids?

They saw me as the guy that told them

that everything was going to be all right.

Then made sure it WAS.

But hey, I'm not the only one who has different sides to them, am I?

How d'you work that one out?

The Fatboy I'm used to would've been up in my grill the second

that door opened.

Yeah, well... It's not like I slept, did I?

You know, and I was in that cupboard in the dark the whole night, all right?

So when I came out, my eyes had to adjust to the light.

Give it up, Fatboy.

Know when you've been read.

Are you wearing it?

Yeah, but you can't come in.

It's bad luck to see me in it before the wedding day.

Well, I think we've had our fair share of bad luck, baby. Don't you?

THEY LAUGH

It would've been perfect in 1981.

No. No, I don't think that dress would ever be perfect.

At least it's put a smile on your face!

I don't see enough of them any more.

I know I've got to do better, L.

You're doing all right.

And now you can have your present, from the wedding fair.

Noisy, that dress, ain't it?

Oh. OK.

A pair of socks.

Yeah. Read what's on them.

"In case you get cold feet."

I don't need them.

So how about we look for a different dress and a different pair of socks, yeah?

Agreed.

Do you really think that if there was anything to say, that I'd say it to you?

So who are you going to say it to, then? Them lot out there?

They only care about you when you're cracking the funnies. Apart from Dot, maybe.

But I can't see you spilling your guts to her.

So I'm going to ask you once again, who did this to you?

It was my mum.

Do you know, ever since I can remember,

I've been weighed down by the feeling that

I've got to keep you safe and I am exhausted with it, Roxy.

Well, if you're exhausted with it, then stop doing it.

Yeah, if I'm making a mistake with Dean, then just let me make it.

-I can't do that.

-I know.

I know you can't, because it's never really about protecting me.

It's about controlling me.

You know, I used to think it was when you lost Danielle.

-Then I thought it was about James.

-Don't you dare bring them into this!

No, but I just thought, you know, when you had someone of your own

to really look after, maybe you'd let me go.

But you've got Matthew and you're still trying to pull my strings.

Is this where you tell me I'm just like Dad?

No.

Dad never killed anyone, did he?

SHE GASPS

You are unbelievable.

No, seriously, you are unbelievable.

St Roxanne?

Sitting up there on your high horse.

Do you not remember why I did to Carl what I did?

I had no choice.

And the only reason me and Charlie split up

is because YOU bedded him while I was still in hospital.

I'm not a saint. I never said I was a saint.

I make mistakes, I go for the wrong blokes

but so do a lot of people.

But what you do is different, Ron.

It's different, it's like a whole other level.

Look, it always has been. It always has been.

-Ever since we were kids.

-Are you ever going to let me forget that?

No, no, I'm not.

Because I have to look at this in the mirror every single day.

Just a little reminder of how much you think of me.

I love you, you know that.

Nothing says "I love you" like a glass in my face.

-I'm sorry.

-Just save it, Ronnie.

No, Roxy, I'm sorry, all right? I really am.

If I could turn back the clocks, I would,

because maybe that is where all of this started.

Where all of what started?

Your need to self-destruct.

Your feelings of low self-esteem.

-Are you a psychologist now, are you?

-There's got to be some reason for it, Roxy,

because I am telling you something, it is not normal.

It is not normal for you to set your sights on every single bloke

that your sister has.

It is not normal for you to want to end up with some low-life rapist.

ROXY GASPS

Listen to me.

The only reason you're with Dean is

because you think you're not worth more than that.

And the sad truth is, Roxanne, you're right.

SHE GASPS

FRONT DOOR CLOSES

She used to lock me in my room for hours, days at a time.

Not that I minded being locked up.

It was time away from her screaming in my face.

"Arthur, do this", or, "Arthur, you're useless", or, "You're just like your dad".

I liked the sound of the door being locked.

I never would have locked you in that cupboard if I'd known.

One day I had this idea, that I was never going to let her see me

break or cry again.

Instead I'd come back with, you know, a smile or a joke.

And you've been smiling and joking ever since.

You know what? I actually thought that you was going to kill me.

And now I'm talking to you like you're my psychiatrist.

It doesn't take a psychiatrist to know you're putting on a front.

A loud-mouthed fool of a front, too.

Well, I see why you've got so many friends.

You need to drop it. Let Arthur drive for a bit.

That guy doesn't exist no more.

He couldn't do a worse job than you're doing now.

You don't know nothing about me.

I know that you're stuck in here flogging motors

when you fancy yourself as a bit of a DJ.

Yeah, well, you've got to be a lot better than me to go pro.

No, you need to be brave enough to take a leap.

I can give you a go at The Albert full-time, if you want.

Are you offering me a job?

No, I'm offering Arthur a job. And he needs to show up.

Fatboy and his pain in the backside self can stay at home.

And you need to start paying Donna a bit more respect, too.

Why would you do that for me?

I told you. I'm not the guy that you think I am.

You were right about her.

Hey. Hey!

I'm just glad you can finally see her for what she is.

Now you can start to move on, yeah?

Not yet.

There's one last thing I've got to do.

Allow me to introduce Arthur.

The Albert's new resident DJ.

OK, but he looks a lot like Fatboy.

Yeah, well, things ain't always what they seem.

I ain't nothing like Fatboy.

-Yeah.

-He ain't lying.

If it makes you feel better, I think you're doing the right thing.

She needs to be stopped.