26/05/2016 EastEnders

Oh, come on.

I mean, why would he know anything about Lucy's murder weapon?

Bobby's admitted to killing your daughter, Mr Beale.

Yes, but he only did that because he was distressed. Where's Sharon?

-Why don't we go back into the interview room?

-Bobby...

-It's OK.

Thank you.

Ritchie, please. Just do something.

This way.

Roxy?

-What bags?

-Cocaine. She's swallowed ten grand's worth.

-What am I? In a zoo?

-One of them bursts and you're a goner.

Like that. Lights out. Game over. End of.

Jack, you've got to help us, now you're here.

I mean, how do we stop them from bursting?

I mean, you must have some idea, you know, from when you

-was a copper because I haven't got a clue what to do here.

-Argh!

Well, if you've got any sense,

you'll shut the door and walk away.

I just told you, I don't want to do this now.

So, what exactly are you going to do? Cos seriously,

-I'd think very carefully about this.

-Are you threatening me?

-No...

-On my wedding day?

MACHINE BEEPS

He is a child. Whatever he may... He is still just a child!

-OK, OK. Let's take a seat, shall we?

-You listen to me.

-I'm doing this, I'm talking for him.

-Fine, OK.

You have a statement to make, Mr Beale?

I want your records, whatever you've got, deleted. Do you understand me?

You've got no right to put words into a child's mouth.

-We are as shocked as you are.

-He has been involved in an accident.

OK, a terrible, tragic... And you're trying to frame him?

Have you got any idea how immoral that is?

-Mr Beale, that's a very serious accusation.

-Jane's welfare.

-How she is. That should be the only thing on her own son's mind.

-Dad!

You've come this far. It feels right,

getting it off your chest?

Bobby, can you tell us where Lucy's murder weapon is?

Yes.

BUZZER

'Oh, come on, Stacey. Just talk to me first.'

Please!

STACEY HANGS UP

BUZZER

Of course, now, if Bobby is telling the truth,

-then Max Branning is innocent.

-Mate, he's been banged up for months.

-Yeah, exactly. Miscarriage of justice.

-My heart bleeds(!)

Bobby's just confused. Maybe he's lying.

-I don't understand. Why would he do that though?

-I don't know, Lee.

Attention, post-traumatic whatever.

It's been a hell of a couple of years.

Was it her head?

-That's why they put her in a coma.

-Oh, Mick!

-Sorry, that's what Martin said.

-It'll be all right.

-What's Jane ever done?

-Her best.

-She's given that boy everything.

Just goes to show, looks can be deceptive.

Face of an angel, heart of a little devil.

Oh...

All the time, Bobby Beale walking among us, looking normal.

You been at the sherry again?

And look what happens when the truth comes out, Shirl.

Utter hell.

-Oh, Lee. Put the kettle on.

-Yeah, come on.

Yeah. Well, I think the party's over.

-It's her. She is toying with us.

-Oh, you're paranoid.

She is the blackmailer.

You've suspected the whole square these last two weeks.

Yes, because it's got to be someone, Les!

Did you not hear? Have you not been listening?

Did you not see the way she looked over?

Someone we know. Someone we may even like.

Someone we trust. Have a chat with.

Say good morning to. Talk about the weather.

But all the time, this someone has been bleeding our bank account.

-Oh, Birdie!

-Haven't I always said, Les?

She looks very dubious

around the eye area.

Look at her. No!

-Not actually look at her.

-All right, that's it.

-Come on, let's go and have a cup of tea.

-Keep her busy.

-What?

I need to find her computer. Evidence.

Talk about gillets or the price of beef or something.

Talk to us, Rox, all right? Keep your mind off it.

Says here, panicking

and anxiety are the classic signs of cocaine overdose.

And seizures.

-How's her temperature?

-Do I look like a thermometer?!

Yeah, actually. You do a bit.

Come on, Rox. Keep talking to us, all right?

I can't think of anything!

It's horrible! How could you even swallow them without throwing up?

And what exactly is the plan when it comes out the other end?

-Turn him off!

-Don't worry about him, all right?

Talk to us about the weather. Or music. You like music, don't you?

Are you actually going to stick your hand down the khazi?!

Blimey, Rox. I've done some things in my time when I've been skint,

-but you used to be a classy bird.

-No, I never!

-Stop it!

It's supposed to be HER belly aching!

-Right. Now, listen to me. You're going to be absolutely fine.

-Argh!

Rox! Roxy! Rox...

My dad said you was a looker.

Yeah, he was the one into the buzz, weren't he? Yeah, have a laugh.

Thrill seeker.

Yeah, the pair of you.

I tell you something, right? If he'd have lived,

-he'd have dumped that Dawn bird with the silicon implants.

-Yeah?

Yeah. He'd have tracked me down, obvs.

And I'd be your stepmum now.

No, no, no. No disrespect, Jay. But your old man was a chancer.

And chances are, if you'd have stayed with him, he'd have

been sat next to you on that couch with a matching pack of laxatives.

-Now, have you got a ringing in your ears?

-Yes.

But only when you open your gob!

Urgh!

Argh!

Yeah. Well, I mean, the beef to go with the thick rib or the thin rib?

Well, I'm no butcher.

No, no. But you are a professional chef.

I suppose if it's marbled it takes longer, doesn't it?

LAPTOP ALERT

Martin reckons that Bobby will get GBH

and they've said that Jane will pull through the surgery,

but they won't know properly until they can take her out of the coma.

The police wouldn't let Ian wait until Jane was out of surgery.

I'm having to leave voicemails for him to let him

know how his own wife is.

Look, I'm sorry, OK? I just feel so helpless.

Please. Please come.

Yeah. Look, I know you don't, but at least will you think about it?

Ian really needs you right now.

Thank you.

OK.

Bye.

-All right?

-Yeah.

Bobby hasn't implicated anyone else.

All Max's team's got to do is look at the jury

and the whole thing collapses.

He said he was going to be OK.

I had to make this stupid statement.

I don't get it, Phil. I just don't get it.

I mean, all the effort. We tried so hard to protect him.

On top of everything, today, he goes and brings up about Lucy.

It's like he wants to be punished.

I mean, do you think he's ill?

Mentally?

Guilt.

Sharon said that he beat Jane with a hockey stick.

-He gets angry sometimes.

-Ain't you had enough of trying to protect him?

-Yeah.

-We don't do them any favours, you know,

pretending that everything's perfect.

I mean, doing this, it will have freaked him out.

This is his mum, Ian. He's lost it again.

With his own mum. He don't even know if she's going to live or...die.

You OK?

Yeah.

Have they charged you?

What are you charging him with?

BUZZER AND BABY CRIES

BABY SCREAMS

Sshh, sshh.

BUZZER CONTINUES

BABY SCREAMS LOUDER

Will you stop worrying about it?

I'm not in a place where I'm going to start trying to prop Roxy up

again, but I can't stop loving her, just because she's hacked you off.

Peggy's gone. Roxy's obviously upset.

I just want to find her.

I haven't got much family left.

Did you know that Andy's been squatting at number five?

-What?

-When I bumped into him, he was leaving.

-But we've still got weeks of work left.

-I reckon he's broke.

He wouldn't talk about it. Debt, I think. He mentioned his dad.

See? That's exactly the kind of thing that gets out of hand

when you don't have family on your side.

-I think we should give him a raise.

-No.

I ain't a charity, Ron.

No, you're a gorgeous, wise, wise, wise man.

What have you done with the real Ronnie Mitchell?

-I'm going to try Billy's again, OK?

-No, no, no. She's...

You pick Amy up and I'll go and find her.

Make peace with the mad cow.

I'll see you later.

Car's on double yellows. Well?

Bailed, pending a charge for Lucy's murder.

What?

-Just get us out of here!

-Where?

-I don't care!

-Enough about sausages!

-But, I mean, must you?

I mean, now?

SHE SIGHS

Morocco?

Got you.

You said you were clean.

You said you came back to help, not make my ears bleed.

-Again.

-What's he trying to do? Drown her?

-She's supposed to be a responsible adult.

-Urgh!

You are Amy's mother.

-I know.

-I said water, didn't I? Stands to reason.

You know, makes things softer.

Yeah. Thanks for that, Bill.

-Rox, you need to get these out now.

-I know!

-It was meant to be easier than this.

-Oh, yeah?

Well, I should be dragging you down the nick.

Well, do it, then, you patronising...!

See? This is where you and Ronnie are a perfect fit!

I need the money, Jack.

It's not as if I can start handing it in like it's lost property.

Do you know what would happen to me? Do you?

-You seriously need to get a grip of yourself.

-Argh!

Look, Ronnie loves you! Amy loves you!

What are you risking it all for?

Who for? What? A new dress? Cos you get a kick out of it?

You need to stop being so damn selfish!

It's not only you you've got to think about!

Now drink it!

Go on!

I think you know exactly what I'm looking for.

It is you, isn't it?

Your emails. Why would you do it?

Years of savings, you're stealing.

You're desperately in need of cash?

Get yourself a loan!

This is downright cruel, Babe.

You want me to tell you what it's doing to Les' health?

He will not cope much longer.

And our marriage...

Will you please stop torturing us?

-I've got no idea what you're talking about.

-Yes.

Well, you need to get yourself a conscience, or...

Or I will let the police look at this.

Emails?!

Well, yeah. Maybe.

Tell me, what are these emails on my laptop about, Pam?

-I'm sorry, I tried. I lost her at sausages.

-It is her, Les.

-What? You got proof? Can we prove it?

-No.

Not yet.

-Carry on, Sharon, and I'm going to lamp you.

-Can I go home now?

Just a minute, darling. Look, I only want to talk.

You have been sat on my doorstep with your finger glued

to my buzzer, frying my brain! Don't you think I've had enough for one wedding day?

-I'm just trying to have a word, that's all.

-You do realise I've got a little baby?

And I'm sure you heard what I went through at Christmas

and let me tell you, Sharon, it is one of the worst things

-that can ever happen to you.

-I know.

-So, what?

-You're trying to send me back there?

-No, course I'm not.

Max is innocent. All right?

And the whole pub heard Bobby Beale confess.

So bullying me into keeping my mouth shut ain't going to stop

Max from finding out.

Sharon?

Have I left Arthur's changing bag here?

Come on, mate. Let's go.

How much longer?

All right, baby.

Look, I've got to go. I've got to keep Ronnie at bay.

Look, you just stay with your Auntie Caroline in Broadstairs.

Hon, I can get my own tea.

Just pop down the chippie, won't I?

And I love you too.

I love you more.

All right. You put the phone down fir... Hon?

It's done. I'm fine.

You flushed the lot?

Yeah.

No new dress.

I'm sorry.

Well, let that be a lesson.

Just say no.

Last thing we want is Phil kicking off about something else.

So, what you done then to hack Phil off? Hm?

Must have been pretty bad, eh?

Mm.

Why come here? I thought Ian would want to be at the hospital.

I know Jane's not awake, but I'd have thought he'd have wanted to be with her.

I don't think he knows... Look, Ian ain't thinking clear, Sharon.

Bobby kept the jewellery box he hit Lucy with.

In his school locker.

-No!

-Gives Keeble and her mate an easy day's work, doesn't it?

Even Ritchie can't see a way round now.

That kid might as well have written his own prison sentence.

Is Mum going to be all right?

Yeah. Yeah, she's going to be fine(!)

I mean, you know what your mum's like.

She'll bounce back like a rubber ball, won't she?

I expect she'll be home soon, putting on the dinner, picking

you up, doing your washing, bending over backwards to sort you out!

-Dad, I never meant it to happen.

-Bobby, we have given you everything.

Everything. I mean, what more could you want?

-I was angry.

-Angry?!

Don't you dare...!

You do not even know the meaning of the word!

I mean, what have you got to be angry about? A school?

A school, Bobby?!

I don't know.

Your mum is lying in a coma in hospital!

She could die!

And we're here...chatting.

-She could already be dead!

-I'm sorry.

I don't even know what I'm doing here.

I don't know why I'm wasting more time on you.

-I mean, what happened to you?

-I don't know.

You're our son, yeah?

Our job as a parent is to protect you and keep you safe.

That's why we did all those things, yeah?

Protecting other people from you?

Protecting you from yourself?

I don't know who you are any more.

Dad?

-I can't believe you lied.

-You're on the Sex Offenders Register

for never having sex with an underage girl?

I had indecent images of her.

Is that size standard?

So you sent each other a couple of naughty selfies?

Yeah. Well, she's 14. It's against the law.

But you liked her?

Oh, Jay, come on. You'll meet someone else.

Yeah, girls are queuing up to go out with a paedo, ain't they?

The right age, you'll settle down, you'll have kids.

-Some people aren't meant.

-Yeah, well... I'm not doing this again.

It ain't worth the risk.

I'll just have to find another way to raise some cash.

Look at that.

What's that? Nine months' work, full-time in the Arches?

More if you pay your taxes and play it by the book.

It ain't nice. OK, I'm not saying it's nice.

But a couple of flights, a couple of laxatives, ten grand.

I'll do it.

Equal cut.

-What?

-I'll sell it with you.

I've got nothing left to lose, Rox.

Where has playing by the book ever got people like us, eh?

-I think he thought everyone had forgotten about him.

-As if.

Darling, just give us a minute. I want to buy Linda a drink to

-thank her for having you.

-Oh, there's no need.

Believe me, there is.

-White wine all right?

-Yeah.

How is she?

Have you heard anything?

No.

I should phone Ian really at the hospital.

There's a big part of me,

I don't want to know any more details, Sharon.

I just can't get my head around it. I mean...

-Whatever else, Ian and Jane love Bobby, don't they?

-Mm.

-And they're good, decent people, aren't they?

-Yeah, of course.

So why would he do it?

I keep thinking back to how my mum was with me when I was little.

-Majorly bossy, obviously.

-My mum was always hammered.

Reoccurring theme.

But if my mum said jump, I said, "How high?"

I would never dare lay a finger on my mum.

What is it? Computer games? The internet?

Boundaries.

-Yeah. Yeah, respect.

-Yeah.

I mean, when did we stop being in charge, Sharon?

It's like we've given it away to a bunch of primary school kids

-without even noticing.

-I keep thinking...

Whatever Bobby's done to her physically,

this is going to break Jane's heart, Linda.

Attacking your own mum.

Wanting to hurt her that bad.

We've got to thank our lucky stars.

Yeah.

TEXT ALERT

MACHINE BEEPS

Love, the guilt I feel... You couldn't fit into this room.

This is what you did, Bobby.

This is what you did to your mum.

I know it's a terrible thing.

I don't know how I feel about him.

I know you'll still always love him,

but, love, that's not enough.

This isn't just about us.

We can't fix him.

I had to tell the truth.

I had to tell the truth, Mum.

I'm not a baby any more.

I've got to step up.

You said tell the truth.

But we never.

And now look.

It was me.

I hurt Lucy.

Me.

And I've hurt you.

And I don't know why.

I don't know what else to do.

Except tell the truth.

And ask them to help me.

To make me stop doing it.

Cos I love you, Mum.

I do.

I do, Dad.

Move.

Now you might be her brother, but that is just rude.

Oh, Christian! Oh, look at her!

How could you let this happen?

And how the hell are we finding this out from a phone call from Denise?

He's had a few things going on, mate.

-I knew. I warned her about you.

-Linda, please.

-Get out!

Oi! There's no need for that!

We spoke to the consultant.

They don't know if Jane will ever walk again.

-No!

-And you... You did that!

This is all your fault! You useless, snivelling excuse for a man!

And that evil child!

Your woeful parenting!

How many times are you going to hurt my daughter?

I swear, you don't get out, stay away,

I will swing for you, Ian Beale!

You leave! And you don't come back!