24/05/2016 EastEnders

SIREN WAILS

Don't worry.

Your dad... He just needs to be with your mum, that's all.

Jane...

Jane, it's all right, love.

We're going to get you to the hospital, OK?

MACHINE BLEEPS

-What's that?

-Her saturation levels are falling.

What's that mean?

MACHINE CONTINUES BLEEPING

Yeah. The spinal injury is interfering

with your wife's ability to breathe.

-Echo 2 to control.

-'Go ahead.'

I'm going to need anaesthetics and spinal surgeons on arrival.

Jane, just stay with me, love. Stay with me, please.

MACHINE CONTINUES BLEEPING

-Does anyone want a lift to the hospital?

-Martin...

You're the family of the victim. Is that right?

I'm her mother-in-law.

Can you tell me what happened?

Er... We just found her on the floor.

Did you see how Mrs Beale sustained her injuries?

We can't help you. I'm sorry.

It was me.

I hit my mum with a hockey stick.

He doesn't know what he's saying. He's in shock.

And you are?

Bobby Beale.

Why did you hit your mum, Bobby?

-Cos she said I had to leave my school.

-Is this necessary? He's been through enough today as it is.

I'm going to have to arrest you for assault occasioning actual bodily harm on your mum, Bobby.

Do you understand? Bobby, I'm now going to caution you. You do not have to say anything...

-Hang on. You can't just take him!

-..but it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned

something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence.

This is ridiculous. He's just a kid.

-Is there a family member who can accompany him?

-I'll take him.

You go to the hospital with Martin.

Are you sure?

-And you are?

-A close family friend.

Sharon...maybe I should take him.

I told you, Kathy. I'm dealing with it.

Come on.

-Yeah, I'm...coming.

-You going to be all right?

-Yeah.

Yeah, you go. I'll be fine.

Bobby, are you ready?

I'll catch you up.

I need you to go to my house and find your dad.

-Why?

-Haven't got time to explain.

Just warn him that the police might start asking questions about Max.

Why Max?

Ritchie, it's Sharon.

I need you at the police station.

It's urgent.

KNOCK AT DOOR

All right?

Why were you so convinced your dad was guilty?

Congratulations, by the way.

-Just tell me.

-Was that sirens that I heard?

-Abi!

-Well, they found blood on his shoes, didn't they?

-And it never occurred to you

-that maybe someone else might have done it?

-Maybe. I don't know. Why are you asking me this now?

Cos I know who did it.

What are you talking about?

It was Bobby.

ABI SCOFFS NERVOUSLY

He killed Lucy.

I don't believe you.

I swear on my life. I heard him say it.

Abi, your dad is innocent.

Glass of scotch, will you?

Did, er... Ronnie manage to find Rox?

Well, with any luck, she's gone for good.

I think I need a brandy to steady my nerves.

-I do hope Jane's OK. DENISE:

-Actually...

I might still have Christian's number.

I'll see if I give him a call.

How did Ian seem to you?

Well, the man's a mess.

Did he say anything about Bobby?

-Er...

-It was just a little domestic, I think.

-DENNIS:

-When can I go home?

Shouldn't be long now.

Why don't you go and join Kyle and Lily upstairs -

they're watching a DVD.

-Yeah.

-I'll get our Babe to rustle you up a lovely little burger.

-Are the police going to arrest Bobby?

-Of course not!

But he killed Lucy.

He was just a bit upset, that's all.

But I know he did it. I found out at Christmas.

Johnny?

Couldn't take Dennis upstairs, could ya?

-And do what?

-Just keep him busy.

-Good boy.

There's, er...three plates of sandwiches on that buffet.

Do you want to do the honours, Kim?

You know me, Mick.

Always ready to help a friend in need.

What?! Jane knew how to let her hair down.

You're talking like the woman's dead.

All I'm saying is we owe it to her to have a good time, don't we?

Ronnie, it's me.

Listen. Don't worry about Roxy. She's already had her fingers burnt.

She ain't going to want to make the same mistake twice.

KNOCK AT DOOR, ROXY GROANS

-RONNIE:

-Roxy, I know you're in there!

-Oi, oi! Don't get it.

-What am I supposed to do?

Oh, just leave her out there. I'll be fine in a minute.

-I can't believe you would be so stupid.

-I've just got to wait for the bags to come out, that's all.

Oh, that's all right then, isn't it? What if one of them bursts?

-It'll kill you!

-SHE GROANS

-Right, that's it. I'm taking you to the hospital.

-No! You can't!

What's the alternative, then? I just stand here and watch you die?

If you take me to the hospital, they're going to bang me up.

-So what do I do?!

-Oh, I don't know! Just...

get me something, yeah?

Help move it along.

-Yeah, how am I supposed to get past her?

-Ohh...

SHE SIGHS

She's gone.

Good.

Well, go on, then!

SHE SIGHS Hurry up, Billy!

Well?

How is she?

They must have said something.

At least she's in safe hands, eh?

-Yeah.

-Yeah.

-Martin's right. There...

There's no point worrying till they tell us anything different,

is there?

Where's Bobby?

Sharon took him to the police station.

Listen, darling, I can always wait here if you want to be with him.

I spoke to his games master the other day.

He reckoned Bobby was the best player in the team.

If he carried on like this, then...

we'd be looking at the 2024 Olympics.

Reckoned he was a real credit to me and Jane.

He's a good kid, at heart.

No, he's not.

He killed his sister.

-He's tried to kill Jane.

-Whoa, hang on a sec. So...

-What are you saying?

-Sharon's right.

-I should have handed him into the police when I had the chance.

-No.

You were just trying to do right by him.

Oh, Mum, where has it got me?

Jane gave that boy everything, and this is how he's repaid her.

I'm just going to write up my notes whilst we wait for your solicitor.

As soon as she arrives,

one of our detectives will be down to talk to you.

Anything you need, you just give me a shout, yeah?

I'm in trouble, aren't I?

Let's just wait till the detective gets here.

I want to see Dad.

He's at the hospital.

Is Mum going to die?

The doctors will take good care of her.

Will you...

tell her...

I'm sorry?

Course I will.

I didn't mean to do it.

I just got angry, that's all.

I'm going to make things better again.

I promise.

Look, just stay calm, Bobby...

and leave this to Ritchie, all right?

Been looking for you everywhere.

Yeah, I just, er...

Just fancied getting a bit of fresh air.

Bobby attacked Jane.

Well, is she all right?

I don't know, they...

They rushed her into hospital.

Better give Ian a call.

Everyone knows Bobby killed Lucy.

What you talking about?

He announced it in the pub.

PHIL SIGHS

Did you know it was him when the Old Bill tried to fit me up?

Answer me.

Course I didn't.

So why does Sharon think the police

might start asking questions about Max?

What did you do, Dad?

It don't matter.

What do you mean it don't matter?

You do realise what's going to happen if this gets out, don't you?

Dad, if there's something I should know, you need to tell me now.

I bribed the foreman of the jury.

Why?

Because as far as the Old Bill was concerned, they had their man.

You let Max go down, even though you knew he was innocent?

Well, what would you rather, eh? Cos it was only a matter of time

-before the Old Bill come sniffing round you again.

-I don't believe this.

And anyway...

Max, he had it coming, didn't he?

He was messing around with a girl half his age.

And what happens when the Old Bill come looking for you, eh?

Cos they will, you know.

-Well, you need to shut it down.

-BEN SCOFFS

How?

I don't know. Tell 'em the kid's got a screw loose. Anything.

Just... Just sort it out.

BILLY SIGHS

-You all right?

-What sort of chemist runs out of laxatives?

What's the matter - bit bunged up, are ya?

Jay, Jay... Do me a favour, will you?

-Run up the high street and get me some.

-Why can't you get 'em?

Cos I need to get back to the flat.

-What you been eating?

-They're not for me, OK?

-Who are they for then?

-Jay, will you just please go, eh?

And make it two boxes.

-How long have you known about Bobby?

-Oh, not now, Martin.

-Well, why didn't you go to the police?

-Cos he's just a little boy.

-He didn't know what he was doing.

-What are you talking about?

Jane is lying in there fighting for her life.

Mr Beale?

My name's Stefan Weber. I'll be operating on your wife.

Operating?

She has significant damage to her vertebrae

that is compressing her spinal cord.

Once we've carried out the spinal decompression, we should have

a better understanding as to the extent of her injuries.

Can I go and see her?

Just as soon as we've prepped her for surgery.

She's going to be OK, though?

I'm afraid the next few hours are critical.

I don't know whether we should stay or go home.

Seems a shame to let all that food go to waste.

-What can I get you?

-A whisky for me,

and a large glass of white for Pam, please.

That's a nifty little machine you've got there.

-Oh...

-BABE CHUCKLES

Thought I'd do a spot of ordering for this week's menu.

The sooner people forget about Ian's buffet,

the better, as far as I'm concerned.

Tell me, Les.

Are you a French fancy kind of man?

Or more of a Bakewell tart?

SHE CHUCKLES

I'm sure it'd be a delight whatever you decide to make.

-Ah...

-SHE CHUCKLES

-STACEY:

-Jack...

We, er...need to speak to the police,

and tell 'em what Bobby said about Lucy.

What's the point?

-As far as they're concerned, they've already got their man.

-You heard what he said.

He's just a kid.

All right? The police ain't going to take what he says seriously.

Your brother is locked up for something he didn't do.

Yeah, well, the evidence says otherwise.

How many of you think Max killed Lucy?

Even though they never found a murder weapon?

-Yeah, but if Jane and Ian knew...

-They've let an innocent man go down for something he didn't do.

Hang on a minute. We're talking about Ian Beale. He flips burgers for a living.

-Yeah, but you don't know. He might have had help.

-Didn't take you long to start spouting rubbish, did it?

You want to keep your nose out of things that don't concern you.

Oi. Don't you speak to her like that.

Let's just go outside, yeah?

The whole pub heard him.

Bobby was confused. He didn't know what he was saying.

-What are you saying? That it's not true?

-Of course I am, Shirl.

Think I don't know my own nephew?

If I was you...

I'd enjoy what's left of your wedding.

Yeah, you cover all you like, but I tell you now,

the truth will come out sooner or later.

For the benefit of the tape, can I ask you your full name, please?

Bobby Beale.

How old are you, Bobby?

12.

Bobby, at your age, you are entitled to have a person

called an appropriate adult present when being interviewed.

That's a person that's here to look after your interests.

Do you understand?

Yes.

You have Sharon Mitchell on your behalf.

Are you happy for her to be your appropriate adult?

We need you to speak up for the tape, Bobby.

Yes.

Mrs Mitchell.

For the purpose of the recording, please could you identify yourself?

Sharon Mitchell.

Bobby, when arrested for a crime,

you're also entitled to be legally represented.

Ms Scott has been called to represent you.

Could you identify yourself for the tape, please, Ms Scott?

Richmal Scott. Solicitor.

At the end of the interview, I'll give you a notice

that explains how you can gain access

to copies of the interview tape.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Now we've got all the boring stuff out of the way,

let's find out a bit more about you, shall we?

So, the custody sergeant tells me

that you're studying at St Bartholomew's.

Is that right?

Not any more. My mum and dad can't afford to send me there.

-Is that what you were fighting about?

-I have advised my client to make no comment whatsoever

during this interview.

No comment.

Listen...

I know that this is scary,

but we just want to find out what happened,

so that we can try and make things better again.

That's what you want, isn't it?

I was going to run away back to school.

But then my mum came home...

..found me with my bag.

We had a fight.

I said she couldn't stop me, cos...

..she wasn't my real mum.

And then what happened?

I got angry.

How angry, Bobby?

I need to have a private consultation with my client

before this interview continues.

I hit her with my hockey stick.

Where did you hit her?

You don't have to answer that, Bobby.

On the back of the head.

Are we talking once, twice...?

Three times?

I don't remember.

And where is that hockey stick now?

In the kitchen.

I told her I was sorry...

..but she wouldn't wake up.

What did you do when you realised she was unconscious?

I went to get my dad.

That was a very smart thing to do.

I didn't mean to hurt her, I swear.

Don't worry.

You did the right thing by coming forward.

Does this mean I can see my mum now?

I need to speak to my colleagues first,

to find out what information they've gathered.

As soon as I've done that, we can see about arranging bail, OK?

Interview terminated at 26 minutes past four.

-DOOR CLOSES

-Don't worry.

That's the worst bit over.

Jane, can you hear me?

I'm right here, love.

You've got to promise me that you'll keep fighting, yeah?

I... I need you.

Without you, I...

I've got nothing.

I've just spoken to your solicitor outside.

We've had an update from the hospital

as well as the crime scene manager and the CPS.

In light of this we're going to be charging you with GBH with intent.

Now, what that means is that you deliberately used force

when you had a fight with your mum earlier.

Do you understand?

Once we've got all this paperwork sorted, we'll talk to the custody sergeant about letting you go home.

Have you spoken to Mum?

I'm afraid she's still unconscious.

But she's going to be all right?

The doctors are doing everything they can, Bobby.

She's going to be angry with me, isn't she?

No, course she won't.

If I hadn't hurt Lucy, none of this would have happened.

Who's Lucy, Bobby?

She's my sister.

Look, Bobby's tired. He needs to go home.

They told me it wasn't my fault, but I know it was.

-I think he's been through enough for today, don't you?

-What wasn't your fault?

I killed her.

Didn't mean to.

It's just...

she wouldn't listen to me.

If you'll just excuse me for a moment, I...

I just need to consult with one of my colleagues.

DOOR CLOSES

My patience is wearing thin, DS South.

I want him bailed and ready to leave in the next 20 minutes.

I'm afraid that's not possible.

Why not?

Because your client's just confessed to the murder of his sister.

I'd say a consultation is in order.

Wouldn't you?

Excuse me.

Where's Mum?

I just sent her off to get some coffees.

How's Jane?

You...

You should have told me about Bobby.

What could you have done, Martin?

It's not your fault, you know.

I made him.

I was the one who brought him into this world.

That doesn't mean you're to blame.

Yes, it does.

Look, he's...

part of me.

-If I'd been a better father...

-Oh, you can stop that, all right?

What did I do, Martin?

You didn't do anything.

Some kids...

..their wiring's wrong, that's all.

Mr Beale?

We wondered if you could come down to the station

-and answer a few questions about the attack on your wife?

-Well...

I can't leave her now.

The sooner you make a statement, the sooner your son can come home.

Bobby needs you, Ian.

Yeah, go on. You go.

We'll call you if there's any news.

Oh, dear.

I finally got little Matthew off after umpteen lullabies.

You know, he's just like my Nick.

He'd rather stay up causing trouble than sleep in his cot.

You should have seen Stacey today.

Oh, glowing, she was.

On days like this, you know, it's...

..hard not to think about poor Bradley.

He was such a lovely boy.

Taken far too soon.

I do miss him.

I expect you do, Abi.

And your father will miss him, too.

I doubt that.

You've got to forgive, Abi.

Otherwise you won't be forgiven.

Forgive dad?

-He killed Lucy!

-Yes, I know...

-He can rot in there for all I care.

Bobby.

Mrs Mitchell.

It's been a while since I've had the pleasure of your company.

I've asked DS South to assist me

while we get to the bottom of these claims you've made.

Now, I appreciate it's been a rather difficult day for you.

I should point out, however, that we don't take kindly

to people wasting police time.

Well, Bobby's had a long day. I'm sure things will be clearer...

Mrs Mitchell, I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

-Why?

-Because you're a close family friend, and this could have wide-reaching implications.

-Bobby's upset. I'm need to stay with him.

-Escort Mrs Mitchell out, will you?

I've asked our on-call social worker

to act as an appropriate adult for the time being.

As soon as she gets here,

we can start establishing the facts from the fiction,

can't we?

Try breathing in and out like this. ROXY SIGHS

HE PUFFS

-I'm not having a baby, Billy.

-Oh, well, I'm sorry.

I've never had to deal with someone with ten grand's worth of drugs stuck up their backside before.

Bill!

Get in the bedroom. Now! SHE SIGHS

-Hurry up!

-All right!

What took you so long?

I went as fast as I could.

Yeah, all right. Well, you can go now.

Look, are you all right? Cos if you've got bad guts, you know,

-maybe you should go see a doctor...

-Billy!

-All right. All right...

-Oh, laxatives! Urgh...

All right, All right. Slow down!

-SHE GULPS

-What's the matter with her?

She's all right. She's just got bad guts, that's all.

DOOR SLAMS

Bad guts? That's more than a bellyache. Look at her!

-Where you going?

-I'm going to get help!

If you could just wait here, Mr Beale,

-I'll go and find us a room to take a statement.

-Is, um...

Is Bobby all right?

They're taking good care of him.

Tell us what happened to Lucy, Bobby.

She'd been upsetting everyone.

I told her to stop...

..but she just laughed at me.

And then what happened?

I got angry...

..so I hit her on the back of the head.

And where was this exactly?

In the front room.

But Lucy's body was found on Walford Common.

Can you explain how she got there?

This is ridiculous.

There's no evidence to suggest

there's any truth to these claims whatsoever.

It's obvious -

the boy's still traumatised by today's events.

For once, I'm inclined to agree with you, Ms Scott.

We spent months building up a case against Max Branning.

I'm not about to see our hard work undermined.

I'm calling time on this interview at 12 minutes past five.

Does that mean I can go?

You'll be placed on police bail pending our investigation.

I'll make arrangements with the custody sergeant

to find a suitable bail return date.

Am I not going to be punished?

How did you get on? SHE SIGHS

You don't want to know.

Bobby's going to be all right, though?

Don't worry. Ritchie'll sort something.

We've, er...

We've got a problem.

What sort of problem?

Stacey.

Any joy? SHE SIGHS

Look, they probably need just a bit more time to, like, work their way through.

How do you know one of them things ain't burst?

Cos she'd be dead by now.

What the hell were you thinking?

Mr Beale. If you could come with me, please.

Er...

Yeah. What for?

We just need to have a...

A quick chat about what Bobby's been saying.

-Well, I thought I was here to give a statement about Jane.

-I know.

Dad!

Can we just get him to the custody sergeant

and then, out of here, please?

What's going to happen about Lucy?

Because I know where the jewellery box is.

What jewellery box?

The one I used to kill her.