24/11/2015 EastEnders

What are you doing? Why have we stopped?

What do you want with me?

Can you please just tell me what this is about?

We've got her.

Where are you going?

Get off me.

Don't make this any harder on yourself.

You can't just leave me here!

LINDA SIGHS

All right?

Ah... Stocking up, I see?

What you talking about?

I wouldn't worry if I were you,

I think he brings his own baby oil. So...

Sorry?

What, you don't know? I thought Sharon would've cleared it with you.

-A stripper?

-Yeah - full package!

-Right - that's it!

-Mum, I'm joking!

I wish I'd never agreed to this stupid hen do!

What?

Since when did Linda Carter not want an excuse to dress up?

I wanted something classy!

You know, like a meal out or a trip to a show.

But oh, no - I've got to be out there, everyone looking at me.

What? What's wrong with that?

I just don't want to be the centre of attention, that's all.

I'm sorry, this is coming from the woman who sang karaoke at a wake?

That's different.

That was a very moving tribute to a much-loved punter.

Yes - yes, it was.

Oh, yeah, look, Mum -

tomorrow's supposed to be your special night with the girls.

They're all coming because they care about you.

You can't worry about what anyone else thinks,

you just got to enjoy yourself.

Surely you've always wanted a proper hen do?

And you definitely deserve it.

I think you'll find my rendition of My Way had the widow in tears.

Yeah...but maybe not for the right...reasons.

-SHARON:

-I can't believe you did this.

-Come on, come on.

PHONE RINGS

First time in months I start to feel settled.

-Turns out I'm living with a killer.

-Don't be ridiculous.

Well, apparently she's murdered a man!

Not without good reason, I'm sure.

I think I'm going to shoot off, all right?

-You're going?

-I'm assuming lunch is over.

-Oh, you're loving this, in't ya?

-I am, as it happens.

What the hell were you thinking?

-I was trying to help her.

-What, by grassing on her?

Have you got any idea what it's done to her, carrying that guilt around?

She's a Mitchell, it comes with the territory.

I mean, of all the evil things you could have done...

Don't you dare pull that on me! She's my sister.

Yeah, and you've probably got her banged up for life.

-No! It's not going to happen.

-You know that for sure, do you?

We're family. We stick together, don't we?

Family! Don't make me laugh, Billy.

Where were you when she was trying to poison my fiance?

Pity she didn't succeed.

-You know your problem, Roxy? You're selfish.

-I don't have to listen to this.

No, if the police should talk to anyone, it's you.

Meaning?

Shacked up with a rapist.

If Social Services had any sense,

they'd have taken Amy off you months ago.

SHOUTING

-Ben, stop them!

-What am I supposed to do?

-Billy, get this trash out of here!

-You don't tell me what to do.

-Phil...

-I'll get him.

Phil...

She only did what she thought was right.

-It's kicking off in there.

-BILLY: Don't talk to her like that.

You know, all I wanted was a quiet lunch.

But you couldn't even give me that, could you?

I think you'd better go.

Oh! Now he speaks! You should be here sorting this out,

not sloping off to the kitchen.

-Rox, just go, yeah?

-Are you serious?

You ain't welcome here, Rox.

I was trying to help her.

-You grassed her up.

-Yeah?

It's no better than your old man did to you, is it?

-What's she talking about?

-All right, enough, OK? Enough!

-Phil! I love her.

-You've got a funny way of showing it.

I'll go to the police station, retract my statement...

-That ain't going to do any good now, is it?

-At least let me try!

Ronnie is not your concern any more. We'll deal with it.

Oh, right, is that it?

Are you just all going to turn your back on me, are you?

-You've only got yourself to blame.

-I'm your family as well.

Not any more, you're not.

I don't ever want to see you in this house again.

Hello?

Anyone?

Hello!

-All right, son?

-All right.

Listen, I'm going for a few pints later if you fancy it. I'm buying.

Nah, I can't, man. I've gotta sort out my set for Vincent. So...

What was that look for?

Nothing.

Nah, nah, nah, mate... If you've got something to say, just say it.

Look, I don't trust the bloke, that's all.

-He's had you running round like a skivvy recently.

-Skivvy? I ain't no-one's skivvy, man.

Fats, tell me, how much do you really know about him?

-He just comes strolling out of nowhere, moves into the biggest place on the Square...

-So?

Come on. You ain't stupid, mate.

He ain't got that much dough just from running the Albert.

So what you saying, man?

I just think he's trouble, that's all.

What kind of private function?

Oh, some company in East London. You know the type -

skinny jeans, backpacks, beards...

And you expect me to cover?

-I got business elsewhere.

-What kind of business?

Nothing for you to worry about. OK? All right...

-Hi. How are you?

-Hey, afternoon.

Hey, boss, boss...

I was wondering if we could go over our set list for tonight.

-Um... I'm busy. All right.

-Is everything OK?

I pay you to mix a few tunes, not to ask questions.

Sergeant Kenny Morris.

Well, can you tell him that I called?

Yeah, well, thanks - for nothing.

I'll have a packet of mints and an apology, please.

Well, you can have the mints. But um...

yeah, fresh out of apologies, I'm afraid.

What gives you the right to accuse my husband?

-I never accused him.

-So what would you call it, then?

Look, it was the police that said someone had given them my address.

You know what your problem is, Denise?

You got too much time on your hands.

Right, you. Get your coat.

I got Shrimpy to cover the stall.

-Where we going?

-We've got stuff to sort out.

Um, I'm trying to talk to my sister here.

Nothing that can't wait, I'm sure.

-Yeah, but who's going to cover this place?

-Your sister can cover, can't she?

Oh, no, no, no, no. I'm supposed to be going into town.

Shouldn't take any more than a couple of hours.

I don't know what this family's coming to, I really don't.

I mean, his father would be turning in his grave

if he could see him now.

You all right, Dad?

-Yeah, fine.

-Have you called Ritchie?

-Not yet. No.

-Well, what you waiting for?

Sometimes I wonder who wears the trousers in this house.

I mean, look at him.

Are you sure it's just his ankle he broke?

He'll be fine. Ritchie'll sort it.

What if they come after the rest of us?

They won't, Ben.

Well, you knew about Roxy's boyfriend, didn't you?

That's perverting the course of justice for one, Sharon.

She ain't answering.

-I haven't done anything wrong, and neither has Billy.

-Well, don't look at me.

What do you think pays for all them trips to Portugal, then, Sal, eh?

Well, what are we going to do about Ronnie?

It's all right. Dad's got a plan.

Haven't you, Dad?

Yeah. Course I have.

Well, come on then. Let's hear it.

-Right, where's me coat?

-Where're you going?

Going to sort this mess out.

-Why did you leave me there?

-Well, what could I do?

I should never have gone to the police.

What're you talking about?

-Course you should have. She needs locking up.

-She's my sister.

-Yeah, and look at how she treats you!

-What have you done, Rox?

Roxy's ex, Carl. Ronnie actually bumped the geezer off.

-Dean!

-What? The whole Square is going to know soon.

-What? And you told the police this?

-Of course she did. Ronnie's a nutter.

I said I'd meet Buster for a bit of lunch.

I'll close the salon early. All right?

-And I'll make us some dinner.

-You think I want to eat after this?

Babe, you've done nothing wrong. She's gone, OK?

You did what you had to do. You'll never see her again.

-Yeah, but Dean...

-But nothing.

The Mitchells can do one.

As far as I'm concerned, you're a Wicks now.

I heard about Ronnie.

Not now, Shirley, all right?

-Have you been drinking?

-Listen.

You just tell that boy of yours to keep away from my family, do you hear me?

What did he say?

Busy, apparently.

We'll see about that.

Excuse me. Could you tell Sergeant Morris that his mum's outside?

-Carmel!

-And, er, don't be palming me off.

I've come halfway across London to bring him his sandwiches.

Ham and pickle.

What're you doing here?

Get in.

They said they were police.

-Just get in and keep your head down, yeah?

-Did you know those men?

-We haven't got much time.

-How did you know I'd be here?

-I'll explain everything. Now, get in now.

-Not until you tell me what you're doing here...

I'm trying to save your life.

He's still not answering.

Hold on. Where are YOU going?

I think I know where he might be.

Don't know why he's bothering.

Roxy's already signed her own death warrant.

Well, it doesn't mean they're going to charge her, does it?

Oh, hark at her. Dad's a murderer and now she's become an expert.

-Sal!

-How long have you two been courting?

Nearly a year now.

Something tells me I won't be needing a new hat.

Any word on Phil?

Nothing.

Well, he'll be down the station with Ritchie.

It will be all right, won't it?

Yeah. Yeah, of course. Phil'll sort it.

All right. We're good.

What are we doing back here?

-Just get inside before somebody sees us.

-Don't talk to me like that.

-Get off me..!

-Just do as you're told for once. Yeah?

-Come on.

-All right!

I need to make a phone call first, all right?

Not until you tell me what I'm doing here.

This is about Carl, isn't it?

That's how you knew where to find me.

Oh, my God. You're working for his family, aren't you?

You...need to make a choice.

You either get charged for murder, or you stay and you listen to me.

Which one's it going to be?

MUSIC PLAYS UPSTAIRS

I hear congratulations are in order.

Sorry?

Joining the family business.

Vincent's put a lot of trust in you.

Oh, yeah, yeah. I won't let him down.

Better not. This could be the start of something big for you.

-All right, mate?

-'Ey.

-You haven't seen Phil, have you?

No, not today, bruv. Sorry.

What's happening upstairs then?

Some private function.

I've left Alastair to deal with it.

PHIL: Oh, you think it's funny. Eh? You think it's funny? Huh?

I said what you all lookin' at? Eh?

It's all right, mate. Don't worry. He owns the gaff. You're all right.

Come on. Get up!

So Ronnie's in the nick, and you're here drinking.

You're an embarrassment. You know that?

-I need another drink.

-No, you don't. You need a good slap.

That champagne in the kitchen. You necked that, didn't you?

How long's all this been going on?

30-odd years.

Look at yourself. You're a mess, Phil.

Why don't you shut up? Eh?

-Give it here.

-No. You don't need it.

I said, give it here!

BOTTLE SMASHES

KNOCKING AT DOOR

Yeah. Thanks a lot.

Who were those men before?

Acquaintances.

And how did they know that Roxy was going to the police?

Because I've got connections.

What kind of connections?

Let's just say...I've got friends in special places.

What's that for?

I booked you both on a flight at 7:00 from Stansted.

-What're you talking about?

-You can't stay here.

-Why not?

Because the Old Bill are going to charge you with murder, that's why.

How do you know that?

Go home, pack your bags and I'll drive you to the airport.

I'm not going anywhere until you give me some answers.

-I can only buy you a few more hours.

-A few more hours? Why?

Just trust me, all right?

Trust you?!

You bring me here, you don't tell me why,

you expect me to get on a plane and just disappear?

I'm doing it for your own good.

-Those acquaintances of yours...

-You don't need to know nothing about them.

-I thought they were going to kill me.

-I would never let that happen.

Just take the tickets, and go.

And then what?

Make a new life for yourself. Forget Carl White ever existed.

-My life is here.

-Not any more, it ain't.

That poor woman on the stall earlier...

Did you know her?

Er, yeah. Yeah, she's a friend of Patrick's.

Breaks your heart, don't it?

Yeah.

See, that's why I hate to think

that there might be someone out there that's in trouble.

Right - I've had enough of this. What a way to treat your mother.

-Carmel, he's not your son.

-That's beside the point.

Mrs Fox?

And you must be my mother.

-Yes. I'm very sorry about that.

-No, she's not. We want some answers.

I'm afraid I told you everything I could...

You rock up at her house, scare the living daylights out of her,

and yet you can't even give her a name?

Our custody records are confidential.

Oh, really? So why have they got my details?

It could just be their last known address.

It could be just they plucked it out of thin air.

-So there's nothing I can do?

-I'm sorry.

YOU'RE sorry? I'm the one lying awake wondering if someone I know's in trouble.

-Or worse, dead.

-Yeah, thanks for that.

Makes you feel big, does it? Upsetting a grown woman like this.

As I said before...

You ought to loosen your collar. It's made you ever so uptight.

If you'll excuse me. I'm about to go on my lunch.

Well, don't expect any sandwiches. Or dinner, for that matter.

Oi, you want something? Do ya?

-Eh?

-Will you just leave it?

This place needs tidying up.

You've been sober for what... it's gotta be five years?

So why now?

I asked you a question.

What, you think it's easy, do you?

Hm? Just walking away from it?

Well, you've done it before.

This time it's different.

Oh, and why is that?

-Answer me.

-Because I need it, that's why.

You got any idea what it's like in here?

No, you ain't, have ya? Otherwise you'd need it too.

Is this because of what happened with Gavin?

You can't let him get to you like this.

Goodness only knows what we're going to find in here.

Body under the stairs. Lead piping...

-Lead piping?

-And I want a lock fixed on that bedroom door

-until I can find somewhere else for us to stay.

-Eh?

-Come on, Hon, don't talk daft.

-Well, it's easy for you to say, Billy, you grew up with all this.

I'm just a girl from Broadstairs who just happened to marry into the wrong family.

I can't keep my kids here, Billy.

Well, where does that leave US?

It's simple. You either want to be with me, Will and Janet, or you want to be a Mitchell.

Your choice.

-All right?

-Hey.

I've got the boys to start clearing up.

What would I do without you, eh?

No, I mean it. Us Mitchell women need to stick together.

-I'm not a Mitchell, though, am I?

-Well, as good as.

Well, I don't think Aunt Sal likes me very much.

I shouldn't worry, Abi. I don't think she likes anyone.

Ben tried calling Phil again...

Still nothing?

He is going to be all right, isn't he?

He's just been through the wars these past few weeks. You know.

Yeah. I know Ben's worried about him.

Well, he needn't. Take more than this to knock him off his perch.

So then, what do we do now?

Well, lock ourselves away, I suppose.

Wait for the gossip to die down.

Unless...

Unless what?

Well, shouldn't we just style it out?

Spoken like a true Mitchell.

-Your boarding passes.

-I can't.

We've already talked about this.

And what happens when they find me in Ibiza,

-where do I go then?

-That won't happen.

How do you know that?

-Cos I can make this go away.

-How?

I already told you, I got... I got friends in the right places.

Why are you doing this for me, Vincent?

Because despite everything I still care about you, don't I?

Look, me and you had something special.

I don't want to see you get banged up for this.

How long have we got?

I'll get you there in time.

Well, I need some money.

I went to the bank this morning.

See, once I know you are safely on the plane,

I shall go back and pick up the rest of your things.

Ronnie...!

Oh, boss! I got my set list for tonight, man.

-Yeah, not right now. Yeah?

-Oh, oh, OK.

-Can I leave it inside and you can sign off on it later...

-Whatever.

-OK...

SHE PANTS

MUSIC: Waiting In Vain by Bob Marley and the Wailers

I keep getting this terrible thought,

-what if it's one of my kids?

-Oh, don't say that.

Not my Libby, she's got her head screwed on.

-But Chelsea, she's...

-When did you last speak to her?

It was a couple of weeks ago, but she...

Excuse me! That's my house.

Dee! Dee...

Oh, don't worry, Helen's looking after the shop.

Did you know about this?

-Well, I did try and tell you.

-Tell me what?

Well - Tony, he's just over there...

-Tony?

-Yeah, Tony. He's just having a look at some improvements.

What sort of improvements?

-Just a few cosmetic changes, that's...that's all.

-Such as?

Well, you know, like a lick of paint, couple of bookshelves...

Oh. That's brilliant, because we're such big readers.

All right. I'm chopping it in half.

-Come again?

-Well, look at the size of it,

-you don't need all that space.

-I don't believe this.

Listen - you and Patrick can still live in your bit. I'm just selling off the rest.

Oh! That's all right, what am I worrying about?

-I think you need a drink.

-Make it a large one.

What about me?

BANGING ON DOOR

Ronnie. Open the door.

I'm not leaving here until you talk to me.

Ronnie. Open up!

Do you think he's in on it too? Like Bonnie and Clive?

Wouldn't put anything past him.

-She ain't here.

-Where is she?

Well, if she wanted you to know that, she would've told you, wouldn't she?

Now, you listen, right.

You, William and Janet are all the family that I need, OK?

-You really mean that?

-Yes. I do really mean it.

-PHONE RINGS

-Just get this...

Hello, Jay.

Well... Bit difficult right now...

-OK, give me five minutes.

-That didn't take long, did it?

-It's Phil.

-Oh, do you know what, just go.

It's quite obvious where your priorities are.

Are you sure we're supposed to be in here?

I'd rather that than give this lot something to gossip about.

Right, Tracey, can we have a white wine and a G&T, please?

I hear you're making the arrangements for Linda's hen do.

Yeah. Yeah, more fool me, eh?

I want it to be special for her.

Not get caught up in all this Christmas madness.

So what're you doing?

You'll find out soon enough.

Then I'd better give this to you now.

Elaine left it for you to give to Linda as a surprise.

Rather not, if you don't mind.

You seen Phil today?

-He's busy.

-Family business.

Is that what you call it?

What you getting at?

You really don't know your husband, do you?

MUSIC: Stir It Up by Bob Marley and the Wailers

-What's wrong with him?

-Well, he's been drinking, hasn't he?

-Since when?

-Don't know. Just help me get him out of here, yeah?

Right, come on, Phil. Coming back to mine.

Get off me, will you?

Look at the state of you. You're a mess.

That's good. Coming from you.

Oh, don't start all that again.

Oh, Billy, look at ya. Always the runt of the litter, in't ya?

Don't even rise to it, Bill, let's just get him out before Sharon finds out.

Too late.

Oh, come on then, Pearly.

Let's get you out of that stinky nappy.

Yeah...?

What you doing here?

Oh, I was just doing my... my set list for Vincent.

OK - not so fast.

No...

Is that your set list?

Ne-Yo, Rudimental?

Nah... You see, what you need is some classics.

Like...Luther, Whitney, Janet Kay, Bob Marley...

Ki...Ki...Kimmy, I would love to but I really got to go.

Listen - Vincent might pay your wages but half that bar is mine through marriage.

So let me just amend some of this, yeah?

Yeah, fine... But I've really got to go and find Vincent.

-Oh, actually - I want to talk to you about him...

-Let's do that. But let's do it later. All right?

So I will see you later, Kimmy. Pearly, I'll see you later. Bye!

-(Oh...)

-DOOR CLOSES

What the hell are you doing?

Look, I'll claim self-defence.

ANYTHING is better than running from the police for the rest of my life.

What if you slip up?

Mm?

Look, If I've learnt anything from Phil, it's how to cover my tracks.

-I'm not going to let you do this.

-You don't have a choice.

-Listen...

-If you don't get your hands off me, I swear...

There is nothing you can say to them that I don't know already.

And what are you, the police?

Oh, my God. You are, aren't you?