26/11/2015 EastEnders

You work for the police?

In a roundabout way.

How long?

-Not here.

-No, I asked you a question.

Five years.

Huh? Five years?

-You wait until now to tell me?

-It's complicated.

Complicated!? You gave me the gun.

Keep your voice down.

Why? Are you scared of what they'll do to you?

Please, Blue Eyes.

Give me a chance to explain.

Show's over. Sorry.

So much for helping Ronnie. How long has he been like this?

I don't know. An hour, maybe.

What, and you didn't think to tell me?

-I thought we could sober him up.

-He's a disgrace.

-Yeah, all right, Sal.

-He's got no willpower.

He gets that from his father's side.

It's bad enough Ronnie being arrested.

I don't want no-one thinking my husband's a drunk.

Just get him out of here, please.

Come on, Phil. Come on!

Fats.

Come on. Spill.

What's going on with Vincent and Ronnie?

I don't know.

I don't know what it is with him and that damn family.

Everywhere I turn there's a Mitchell lurking about.

Sorry, Kimmy. I can't help you.

All right. Hey, what were you doing in the house earlier?

I told you. I was, erm...

I was leaving Vincent my set list for tonight.

Any idea why the safe was left open?

Vincent must have been in a rush.

All right. Look, if you hear of anything,

you come straight to me, all right?

Looks like someone's had a skinful.

Yeah, well, we're taking him home.

I remember his father being carried out of a bar just like this one.

Face and knuckles bleeding. But that was Eric Mitchell for you.

-Claudette Hubbard.

-You know each other?

Sal and Peggy used to drink in a club I worked at.

It wasn't drinks she was selling.

Now, now, we're respectable ladies, remember.

You were always a two-bit trollop.

From what I remember you and your sister never did have much class.

This from a woman who slept with every man from here to Bow.

How is Harold? Give him my love, won't you?

Come on, Sal, let's go, come on.

You want to be careful.

His father was pretty handy with his fists.

I can handle him.

Yeah, that's what Peggy used to say.

-Billy?

-Hey.

-How is he?

-He's fine. I've just got him off to sleep.

What happened with the police?

-Everything's fine.

-They just let you go?

Could you make yourself scarce, please?

Myself and Ronnie have got some things we need to talk about.

-I think I have a right to know what's going on, don't you?

-Just go.

It's fine, I'll take him upstairs.

Ronnie, just so you know. I will be looking for somewhere else to live.

You don't have to do that.

I think we do.

Honey!

Your badge.

I want to see it.

-I don't have a badge.

-Why not?

Because I work more behind the scenes.

Behind the scenes? What the hell does that mean?

-That's it, Vincent. You're out of time.

-Where're you going?

I'm going to go and tell Sharon who her business partner is.

-You can't.

-Why not?

If Phil finds out what's going on, you could blow this whole thing.

Blow what?

Do you know what? I am tired of talking in riddles.

I'm an informant.

You said you were in the police!

I said I had connections.

I don't believe this.

You're a grass?

You say the police came to the house and arrested her?

Yeah, that's right.

And is there any truth to these claims?

I'll take that as a maybe.

What's going to happen to her?

That depends on whether she's clever enough to cover her tracks.

Have you got him?

Come on. Come on, Phil.

-What's up with him?

-He's drunk.

There's no point trying to get any sense out of him.

Where shall I put him?

Stick him at the kitchen table. I'll worry about him later.

-I'm fine, see?

-Get him out of my sight, Billy.

-PHONE RINGS

-I can't believe he's done this to us again, Ben.

It's not his fault, though, is it?

It's your dad messing with his head.

That was a colleague of mine.

There's no record of Ronnie being taken into custody.

So where is she?

Your guess is as good as mine.

My dad had a record as long as his arm.

I knew if I didn't do anything about it I'd end up just like him.

So, I enrolled at Hendon.

I've heard it all now.

I stuck at it for a few months but I was never cut out to be a copper.

So I gave up.

I started working the doors on a few clubs.

I was young, got mixed in the wrong crowd.

Money laundering, drugs - you name it.

I was raking it in.

Then one night there was a raid on one of the clubs

and I was the fall guy.

You got arrested?

I was looking at at least six years, till they offered to cut me a deal.

-To become a grass?

-I prefer intelligence-gatherer.

SHE SCOFFS

I was their eyes and ears on the ground.

It's amazing who you get to meet in this line of work.

Does anyone else know?

No. And they can't either.

Careful, Vincent. You almost sounded scared then.

You don't want to shout out about this, do you?

So why are you still doing it?

Because they didn't give me a choice, did they?

Anyway, there you have it.

Seems like we both have our secrets.

Except unlike you, I'm not a dead man walking.

You didn't have to do this, you know.

Any excuse for a bit of afternoon drinking.

Yeah. I'll tell you what, I'm going to drink to that.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, hey-oh, look what the cat dragged in.

Don't give me shade, Dee.

Shade? I should be lamping you one.

It's not like I haven't given you plenty of notice.

I'll tell you what. I'll get a little tent, shall I?

And I can move into the gardens.

Oh, no - I'll tell you what I can do.

I can go and ask Cora if I can bunk up with her down the allotment.

I'm just selling my half of the house.

It's absolutely fine. Absolutely fine.

I'll chop everything in half.

You should be grateful.

How, exactly?

You won't have to see the cellar every day, will you?

You know what? That's low, Kim. Even for you.

You can always come and stay with me.

I've got plenty of room.

Since when did you two become mates?

I am allowed to have my own friends, you know.

I suppose.

So, what did you want, anyway?

I'm looking for Vincent.

No.

Oh, don't tell me he's gone AWOL. Again.

You want to watch her, Carmen.

It's Carmel... Oh, what's the point?

She's a bitter woman.

Anything from Chelsea?

Nothing.

She would have contacted you if she was in trouble.

You're lucky, you know. Family on the doorstep...

Friends...

When Umar was around we used to do a lot of entertaining, you know.

Dinner parties, fondue evenings.

And then when we split up...

the phone just suddenly stopped ringing.

There's the girls at Pilates, of course,

but that's just a quick hello before class.

They're not friends. Not real ones, anyway.

Most nights it's just me and Craig.

Craig?

-My rumpy riser.

-Oh.

Well, you've got me now.

To friendship.

New friendship.

Are you going to drink that coffee or what?

-Come and sit down.

-I can't even look at you.

You said all that stuff with my dad was a one-off.

So why now?

HE SIGHS

You manage five years without a drop

and then suddenly you're back to where you started.

You know, I watched Ange practically drink herself to death

and I'm damned if I'm doing it twice.

Is it me? Is it something I did?

-Course not.

-Then why, Phil, huh?

I don't know.

Is that the best you can do? "I don't know."

What do you want me to say?

I want you to tell me what's going on in here!

How else am I supposed to help you?

It won't happen again.

That's what Ange used to say.

The next day I'd find her face down on the kitchen floor.

I might as well head back to the office.

Still no word?

Whoever those blokes were, they weren't the Old Bill.

Ronnie's gone off with I don't know who. And what're you doing?

Oh, Phil, just get yourself to bed. I'll deal with it on my own.

I've had plenty of practice.

Need a hand, Buster?

No, I'm just window shopping.

Is Lee about?

Oh, yeah, he's inside. Pop in and say hello if you want.

No.

I don't want to disturb the lad.

Hey, Buster...

You know Vincent pretty well, right?

Yeah, our paths have crossed.

What do you make of him?

Well, whatever you've heard, multiply by 100.

The bloke's bad news.

I wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him.

I still don't understand why I can't go to the police.

Because it's not just you you're putting in the frame, is it?

I gave you a gun.

-For protection.

-Which was used to shoot Phil.

The gun is long gone. Jay and Ben sorted it.

What, and you trust those chimps, do you?

They start investigating you,

it's a matter of time before I'm implicated too.

Look, I'll keep your name out of it.

That makes no difference.

As far as they're concerned I work for them.

The minute they find out I tried to help you, my protection is gone.

That means I'm a dead man.

I know what it's like to grow up without an old man.

I don't want to put Pearl through that as well.

Look, it won't come to that.

Last week they fished a man out of the Thames.

That's what you get for being a grass.

You knew the risks when you took the job.

I put my neck on the line trying to help you, Ronnie.

Least you can do is return the favour.

-How?

-Take the tickets and go.

Make a new life for yourself in Ibiza.

What about you?

I'll stay here and sort out this mess.

Look, the clock is ticking.

Soon enough the Old Bill will be coming here looking for you.

If you want to take the risk,

I suggest you say goodbye to Matthew now

cos the chances are you will not see him again.

Don't worry. I won't let anyone hurt you.

SHE SNIFFS

No such thing as a quiet Mitchell lunch.

Now, I know Peggy wouldn't like me to say this,

but you're good for him.

Am I?

Be strong for him, Sharon. He needs you more than ever now.

I should have seen this coming.

He asked me to buy him some booze but I thought it was a one-off.

Ben, there's nothing you or me could have done. Phil's an addict.

So what are we going to do?

We try and help him.

How?

By doing whatever we can to keep him sober.

-What about Ronnie?

-I can't be dealing with that right now.

But what if she's in trouble?

She'll just have to fight her own battles for once.

Phil's got enough to deal with.

All right?

I've been looking all over for you.

What're you doing?

You made your choice, Billy.

Oh, come on, Hon.

Phil was drunk. I couldn't just leave him, could I?

You know, I have spent the past ten years playing second fiddler

to the Mitchells. I'm not putting myself through it again.

So where does that leave us?

That's up to you.

Hon?

Oh, hello! Can I speak to Sergeant Kenny Morris, please?

Yeah, well, just put me through to the voicemail, then.

Hi, it's Denise Fox.

I just wanted to apologise for that whole mother thing earlier.

It's just my friend Carmel,

she just gets herself a little bit overexcited and she...

Sorry. Listen to me rambling away here.

All I wanted to say is that I know that you're just doing your job

and if your hands are tied then I understand.

It's just, I hope that whoever it is that's in trouble,

they get all the help they need.

Thank you.

Why don't we go out after this?

Oh, no. I'm not really in the mood.

What you need is a new project,

and it just so happens that interiors are my forte.

-I don't know.

-Oh, go on, think about it.

It's your chance to put a mark on that place,

get rid of your sister's dodgy furnishings.

I was thinking a feature wall, maybe of the Manhattan skyline.

-Manhattan?

-Yeah!

-Come on, it'd be a whole new you.

-How?

I'm on a zero hours contract -

I ain't got a penny to my name, have I?

What you need is a bit of positive thinking.

I learnt all about it after my separation.

Right, what you do is you write down all the negative things

in your life and then you burn it.

And then what happens?

You're just left with the positives.

Oh, yes.

I may be here some time.

Just stick down anything that jumps into your head.

No matter how small.

-PHONE RINGS

-Oh!

Chelsea.

Oh, hi, darling.

Yeah, no, I tried calling you but...

It's just, I hadn't heard from you in a while and...

Yeah.

I'll tell you what, darling, why don't you Skype me later?

Aww! I love you too, darling.

All right, bye-bye.

You see? What did I tell you?

Positive energy.

Yeah, but if it's not Chelsea, it's not Libby...

Who is it?

Do you know, I think you should put this police business to bed.

If it was that important,

whoever it is would have contacted you, wouldn't they?

I suppose.

What have you got on that list?

Here you are.

Right, OK.

So, now all we need to do now is to get rid of that negative energy.

All gone. From now on it's all about looking forwards.

Looking forwards.

You sure you don't want me to drop you to the airport?

It's too risky.

Then let me call you a taxi.

Make sure he takes you straight there.

You know you're making the right decision, don't you?

Well, you would say that.

This way there's no chance of your secret getting out.

-That's not what this is about.

-Isn't it?

It's about Matthew growing up with his mother.

SHE SIGHS

So what happens to you now?

I'll keep my head down and build a good life for my family.

So I guess this is it for us.

We had a good run, didn't we, Blue Eyes?

I just wish things could've been different.

Different how?

You know what I mean.

No-one gets me like you do.

Look, I've got a plane to catch.

At least give me something to remember you by.

I should get back to packing.

If ever you need me, I'm only ever one phone call away, yeah?

Vincent.

Thank you for everything.

We're a team. We work together.

Honey, I...

I'm so sorry I've put you through all of this.

I've got to go and pick up my kids.

Did you really kill a man, Ronnie?

It was self-defence, OK? He tried to rape me.

-Then you should've gone to the police.

-I know.

I know that.

I was trying to protect Roxy

and I would do it again if I thought it would keep her safe.

Can you understand that?

So what happens to Roxy now?

I'll deal with my sister.

There's no point looking upset.

It's over now.

She's my sister, Dean.

Not any more she's not.

From now on you won't have anything else to do with her.

Oh! Been celebrating?

You don't know the half of it.

Everything all right?

No, not really.

Sometimes life has a habit of slapping you in the face.

Yeah, I suppose that's what keeps us on our toes.

Something to kick against, ain't it?

I'm not sure I've got any more fight in me.

Sharon...

Ronnie!

-Ronnie, I thought...

-It's fine. It's fine. Everything's sorted.

-What about those men?

-I know.

Look, I'm going to have to go away for a while.

-Where?

-It doesn't matter. Just tell Phil not to worry.

It's over.

Hey, Mrs B.

Hello. Look, I've just finished knitting this for little Matthew.

It's a toy, a little donkey.

Aww, he's going to love that.

That boy, he's a gift from God to me.

Well, here's another one. Only it's from me.

Why? It ain't my birthday!

No, it's to celebrate you getting your job back at the launderette.

Oh, I can't wait. I shall feel like my old self again.

Oh, how lovely! What is it?

-It's a cigarette case.

-Oh!

Oh, how posh!

I heard from Carol this morning.

She's in Germany - she's having a lovely time.

She says that she's thinking of staying for Christmas with Liam.

Well, I better get the supper on.

Oh, Mrs B, I'm not really hungry.

You must eat. If you're going to be disc-jockeying around the clock

you'll need all your strength.

I mean, you never know, you might be the next Tony Blackburn.

Mrs B...

What if you found something?

Something that could cause a lot of trouble.

What sort of trouble?

Big trouble.

Well...

You do what you think is right.

How I do know what's right?

You don't need me to tell you.

You already know the answer.

I'm afraid we've got a strict under-80s policy.

I haven't come here for a drink.

I'd love to stand and chat but I've got work to do.

You think you've got everyone fooled, don't you?

The doting mother, the grandmother...

What do you want, Sal?

..except I know the truth.

I can remember that night.

Are you threatening me?

I'd watch your back if I were you,

because one day you'll slip up.

And when you do, everyone will see you for what you really are.

I doubt that very much.

I don't forgive easily.

And I certainly don't forget.

SHE SIGHS

I need another drink.

Just to take the edge off.

Sharon, please.

I'm not going through with this again.

I can't.

You think I want to be back here?

You think this is easy for me?

Then talk to me.

I don't know what's happening to me, Sharon.

-Sometimes...

-HE SIGHS

Sometimes I think I'm on top of it and then...

Then what?

And then I'm back in that room, playing his stupid games.

We can get you help.

I don't need help.

I need a drink.

Well, you won't find any in this house.

-HE SHOUTS:

-Ben!

And don't go asking him neither.

Sharon, just get me a drink, please.

No.

All right, I'll get it myself.

No.

No, I will not let you do this.

Sharon, Sharon!

Sharon, what are you doing?

Sharon! Sharon!

Sharon, please!

Sharon, open the door.

Please, I just want a drink.

I just want a drink.

Mrs Fox...

I really shouldn't be here. This is strictly off the record.

-Of course.

-It was never my intention to worry you. It's just...

Well, he wasn't in a good way.

He?

You said he.

Did I?

Who is it?

I can't give you his name. It's more than my job's worth.

-But he gave you my address?

-That's right.

-Was he young or old?

-Mrs Fox...

Miss. You're obviously worried about him or you wouldn't be here.

He got into a fight. There was a knife involved.

Where is he now, then?

He was bailed and released pending an investigation.

He was agitated and got into a bit of a state.

Kept going on about his father being in prison.

Jordan?

Someone needs to do something before that kid gets into real trouble.

What's wrong?

She was in the bar earlier.

Who was?

Peggy's sister Sal.

I want this sorted, Vincent.

-It will be.

-When?

-Just a few more weeks.

-It better be.

I don't know how much more of that family I can take.

I said I've got it in hand.

What was so important earlier?

Nothing for you to worry yourself about.

Yeah, it's me. Don't worry.

Ronnie Mitchell's on a one-way ticket out of here.

All right, Fats?

Erm...

There's something I need to show you.

-We're actually just going.

-I found it at Vincent's.

-What were you doing there?

-That doesn't matter, all right?

Please just look at it.

Ronnie, what does he want with your family?

I don't know.

So this is why he wanted me gone.

He's after my family.