09/02/2017 Part Two EastEnders

RAIN POURS

HE SIGHS

Morning. How did she sleep?

Restless, but she didn't wet the bed.

Oh, better than nothing, poor love.

-And you?

-HE SIGHS

-I made you some tea.

-I'm just going to have a shower.

Yeah, course. I'll get you a fresh towel.

TRAIN RATTLES BY IN DISTANCE

MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO

You looking at my bottle, you saucy little mare?

WATER DRIPS

You got a Thomas the Tank Engine lunch box

to go with that, as well, have you?

I thought My Little Pony was your thing?

-It is.

-SHE LAUGHS

Well, I thought, "I'm up. Might as well make myself useful."

Something nice to look forward to, ain't it?

Actually, I was going to give work a miss today.

Dad might need my support. Babe's done a real number on him.

What? It might be a good chance for me to step up,

make up for, you know...

I just don't see how you hanging about

is going to make anything better.

-Do you want tomato?

-Hanging about?

Look, you know your dad. He's strong.

-Do you want tomato in your sandwich?

-No, it makes it soggy.

What's he said?

You don't think he wants my help, do you?

Lee, look, all I'm saying is that he's got money stresses, right?

So, you losing another day's wages -

it's not going to make anything better, is it?

Anyway, go in. It'll be good for you.

Get a day under your belt.

-I like pickle.

-What?

With my cheese. It don't matter.

See you later, then. DOOR CLOSES

What about if I go, take notes, report back?

Take notes? Glenda, this is an inquest, all right?

-It's not an evening class.

-What's an inquest?

It's, erm...

It's nothing, darling.

It's something to do with Mummy, isn't it?

If you won't tell me, I'll just ask Mrs Berry.

Darling, you know that your mummy and auntie...

Yeah, OK, thank you. I've got this.

Darling, you know when you go to the doctor's when you're sick

-and they tell you what the matter is?

-Mm.

Well, there's doctors for that when you've died.

-And they'll be at the inquest?

-Yeah, that's right.

-Then I want to go.

-You can't, darling, all right?

They don't let children in and you've got to go to school.

If you can't go, then someone needs to.

We already know what happened, darling, all right?

-It was an accident.

-Doctors are important, aren't they?

They wouldn't do something unless it was important.

-Would you like me to go, darling?

-No.

I'll go.

No, thanks.

I'll be having a takeaway, a bottle of wine and some batteries.

-Here, so, Mick got arrested.

-Him, Babe and Shirley.

-Carted off in the back of a van according to Ian.

-What for?!

I don't know the details, but apparently Babe's gone AWOL.

Yeah, it's cos she's under the patio.

-Joke! Mick kicked her out.

-Why?

-For having a heart of stone.

-Oh. Is that illegal now?

-She was selling booze with the breakfast.

-Oh, is that all?

Breaking licensing laws - that's a big deal, Stace.

Yeah, Mick's been given a serious slap on the wrist

and he's finally got rid of Babe.

Poor thing didn't even know what was going on.

-It's a right mess.

-Oh, hello!

-What are you up to?

I'm just going to get rid of these two

and then we're hitting the Square gardens, ain't we?

We're tidying up the flowerbeds. Bit of community service.

-Can't be easy for you.

-Well, that's the whole point.

My physio's always bullying me to get out of my comfort zone.

Probably be stuck at home sat watching the TV

if it wasn't for him cracking the whip.

Wish someone would whip me into shape.

-Well, why don't you join us?

-Oh, I don't know.

Oh, go on. Get outside. It's good for the head.

Yeah, but I haven't...

I'm not a...

Oh, go on, then. Why not?

SHE CHUCKLES

Come on! What?

-I might bunk.

-Bunk?

-Shush! Dad.

Who are you kidding? You're not the type that bunks.

The more you go over this, the longer it's going to last.

-Give it a couple of days and no-one will even care.

-Shaki will.

-He's still not talking to me.

-And that's a bad thing?

I just hate him thinking that I would deliberately do this.

You agreed. You're not telling him that I sent them.

Look, Bex, it's time that you grew up and made a choice.

Do you want mates and a life,

or do you want to be a social outcast

with a loser boyfriend who's going to dump you at any minute?

-All right?

-It's Mads and Alex. Come on.

Come on, Bex!

What do you want the keys to my shed for?

To get some tools - some proper ones -

so I can sort out the Square gardens.

I haven't actually got any tools, like, per se.

You've got a rake, ain't you? And a shovel and some gloves?

Yeah, yeah, you see, but they're, like, old

and mouldy and broken.

Right. What's in the shed?

Nothing! What do you mean, "What's in the shed?"

-Well, there must be something.

-No, don't be silly.

-So, why won't you give me the keys, then?

-Fine!

Yeah, no, have the keys.

-Jump down the shed. Enjoy it.

-Thanks.

All right. There you go.

-Mwah. Enjoy school.

-See you later.

Come on.

I'll see you down the allotments in an hour.

-All right?

-All right?

Erm, how was Wakefield?

Haven't really had a chance to speak to you,

-you know, what with Babe and...

-Yeah, no, it was great. Yeah.

-And you're...?

-Fine.

-Good.

-Fine.

-Good. That's good, that's good, that's good.

-Mick, I think we need to...

-Yeah.

-Hi, Whitney!

-We were just having a little chat.

I was just saying maybe we should have a little staff get-together.

-You know, the sooner we get things back to normal, the better.

-Yeah.

-I'm going to go and just quickly...

-Yeah, go. Yeah.

-Max, what you doing here?

-Don't get cross.

I called him because I thought you could do with the support,

and I'm well aware I'm getting on your nerves.

Yeah, I'm going to come with you.

-HE SIGHS

-I can't work her out.

-Well, what do you mean?

-Glenda.

She's been laying it on thick. Doing my head in.

-Don't know what her deal is.

-Why, what's she done?

-HE SIGHS

-Probably nothing.

I'm just tired and paranoid.

The two ain't got to be related, have they?

Right, we're off!

Good luck.

Yeah, see you later.

Yeah, this is... This is Mick Carter.

Erm, yeah, I called you yesterday. Yeah, about the roof.

Yeah, do you think you'd be able to call me back on this number?

Well, you didn't yesterday, so...

Please, mate, on my life, either way,

just ring me back and let me know. Thank you. Ta-ta.

Right.

We've had a bit of a red card, there's no two ways about that,

but what we're going to do is

we're not going to let it get us up here, OK?

We're going to get organised, going to keep a tight formation.

And I know we can come through this. I know we can.

-What is he going he on about?

-Trace, whip that thing down, please.

So, Babe's breakfasts - elbowed, OK?

We've got a new little thing going on now, like a lunch deal.

It's a pint and a sandwich for six and a half quid.

Whit, I want you in charge of the bar.

Trace, you're her lieutenant.

I'm going to have a loose role, you know what I mean?

Running back and forth between the kitchen and the bar.

Abs, obviously, in charge of the kitchen.

-Mother, you're, erm...

-Boss.

-Oh, I was thinking more of a skivvy.

-No way!

Come on, everyone. Live-o. That's it, come on. That's it.

Let's have a go. Let's see what happens, eh?

Let's see what happens.

I'm winding you up, all right?

She's in the kitchen cos of Babe, she's got the experience,

but she gets a little bit flustered, doesn't she?

-You'll keep things moving on.

-I'm nobody's skivvy.

No, I know that. You're an independent woman.

But now and again, if Abi asks you,

you put a little bit of garnish on a plate if you fancy it.

-Yeah? Yeah.

-PHONE RINGS

Oh, please tell me that that's that geezer. Please.

It's Linda. Do you want me to tell her to call you back?

No, no, no. I'm never too busy for Her Grace.

Hello, my little darling.

MUSIC POUNDS FAINTLY

Erm, I don't think giving a house evils

is going to achieve much, D.

Did you hear them last night?

Cos, seriously, I've barely had any sleep.

No, because I had my own little firestarter here, didn't I?

-How are the tantrums?

-Terrifying!

You know, I read the other day

they actually use kids crying as a torture technique.

Trust me, if I had any secrets,

I'd be spilling them all over the shop.

Aw! So, you didn't listen to your Auntie D, then?

No, no, she did, she did. It was just...

No, it's all right, it's all right. No offence taken.

She takes after her mother, doesn't she? Stubborn.

Well, I guess I'm reaping what I've sowed.

How you doing after the crash?

Yeah, yeah, fine.

You want to go for a coffee or something?

-Love to, but I've got to go call the council.

-Right.

Someone's got to fight the mean streets of Walford, Kim.

Soon, yeah?

The mean streets of Walford?

It's not Chicago.

I knew it! He reckons he's up here weeding.

He's up here listening to football and drinking beer!

-SHE LAUGHS

-It ain't funny.

Doesn't he think that I would like some me time?

Here you are. Look at the state of his plot.

-He might as well give it up.

-Well, you can't do that.

-Why not?

-It's a family tradition.

Let me tell you now, nothing edible has come out of this soil since...

Probably when your dad was alive. No offence.

-Right, come on, then.

-You don't really need me, do you?

-Are you bailing on me?

-No, no.

It's just I helped Martin out here a while back and I feel bad.

I'm the one with time on my hands. Maybe I should keep it going?

Well, go on, then. Show your brother how it's done.

I wasn't going to come if it wasn't for Amy.

You should have heard her this morning,

talking like a little lawyer.

She's bright, you know. A real chance of a good future.

I just really don't want this to mess her life up.

Well, you won't let it, will you?

I've already let her down so badly, ain't I?

-Jack, this ain't your fault.

-I don't know anything any more.

Don't know what I'm doing or what I'm going to do.

Yeah, well, you ain't got to. Not yet.

There's one thing you should know - I'm not going anywhere.

Gentlemen, we're ready for you now. Please.

-25 quid for a leather bracelet.

-Where's all the punters?

-Probably worried they'll get arrested.

-Yeah?

Well, I wouldn't mind whacking a few bracelets on them.

They knew all about it. They were well up for it.

What's that?

A cheese sandwich.

That is a block of cheese in between two slices of bread.

Yeah, a cheese sandwich.

I told you to grate it first. Do it again.

-I'll grate the next one.

-No, you'll do it again.

-I'm not having food sent back to my kitchen.

-YOUR kitchen?

Girls, do you reckon you can manage one more?

-Ham on white. No salad.

-Yeah, I'll do it. You redo that one.

Filling up out there?

I'm working on it.

Right, girls, I want you to get out there

and shout about this meal deal. Six and a half quid a pop, yeah?

-Yeah.

-Yeah?

-Mm-hm.

-Go.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

Hello? Yeah, this is Mick.

Yeah, I'm at the Queen Victoria in Albert Square.

No, I've sprung a leak. Well, two leaks.

Yeah. Today?

Oh, that'd be brilliant, mate, honestly.

What? What, that's on top of your hourly fee, is it?

Yeah, well, don't worry about it. I'll find someone else. Thank you.

For nothing!

-Canteen?

-Nah, that's rank.

-Let's go to the vending machines.

-You coming?

-I'll catch you up.

-Organising another photo shoot?

-What? No.

Jokes! Come on.

-Remember what I said.

-Course.

All right?

Look, you know how sorry I am. Wait, just listen to me, Shaki.

What do you want me to say, Bex? That it's all all right?

Cos it's not, right? What you did - it was...

I just didn't think you were like that.

-I'm not!

-I thought you respected me.

Yeah? Yeah, well, I guess that works both ways.

Wait, wait, I do!

-It's just complicated.

-Seems simple enough to me.

You don't feel hot. Do you still feel sick?

Can we go to the inquest?

-No, Amy.

-Why not?

Because your dad's right - it's not for children.

Besides, it'll have started already.

Why do you think it happened? Why do you think they died?

-SHE SIGHS

-Shall we go out for lunch?

All right.

-OK, where should we go?

-McKlunkys!

-Oh, are you sure?

-Yes.

The purpose of this inquest

is to establish the identity of the deceased,

the cause of death, how it happened, when and where it happened.

I must make it clear it is not for this inquest

to question why the death occurred.

One second. Can you just bear with me?

I am on it, honestly. Just one second.

Mate, it's been raining all week.

Yeah, we'll be under water by next week.

Oh, ta-ta.

Mick, sorry, there's a bloke down there,

-he said he wants his money back.

-He's had his pint.

-An hour ago.

-An hour ago.

SHIRLEY: Course it's got butter in it. It's a sandwich.

Well, I said mayonnaise.

You can't do both or it'll get greasy.

It's a pub sandwich. It's supposed to be greasy.

I've got punters walking out. Talk to me.

I can't work with her, Mick. She won't listen to me!

Well, I would if you had something worth listening to.

It's chips and sandwiches.

Someone explain to me why you're messing it up!

That's what I said.

Anyone would think she had a Michelin star

the way she's banging on.

We have standards. That's why Mick put me in charge.

Do you know what, Abs? My mother's right.

Get over yourself, stop rabbiting, make the sandwich,

before I seriously lose the plot!

Yeah. Mick, Linda.

Mick?

Erm, sorry, Linda, no, he's just serving a customer.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'll get him to give you a call back.

Blood and urine taken at the postmortem

were submitted for forensic toxicology testing.

This included testing for common drugs of abuse,

such as cannabis, heroin and amphetamines.

I've had the opportunity to review the results,

and cocaine was detected in Roxanne Mitchell's blood and urine.

They were at levels not sufficient to cause death,

but did indicate recent moderate abuse of cocaine.

So, the cocaine can't be directly linked to her cardiac arrest?

Persistent abuse of cocaine over a period of time

can cause abnormalities of the heart,

but there was no evidence of this at postmortem.

The levels found would certainly have been sufficient

to impair judgement.

Also, the contribution of cold-water immersion

is likely to have led to the circumstances

that caused the cardiac arrest.

Do you fancy a chicken burger?

Or we can go somewhere else if you prefer?

Do you think I look like my mum?

You? You're her Mini-Me.

Can we have food later?

-There's something I want to do first.

-OK.

We have heard from Mr Wright, the pathologist,

that Roxanne Mitchell had cocaine in her body,

but not at levels which would have proved fatal.

Whilst I have no doubt that it contributed to her death,

the prima facie cause of Roxanne Mitchell's death

was the cardiac arrest which resulted in her drowning.

The cause of Veronica Mitchell's death

has been established as drowning.

There is no evidence of a third party involvement

in these deaths, therefore a ruling of misadventure

is appropriate in these circumstances.

Misadventure? What does that mean exactly?

All right?

Mum's out, so I've got a free house. Want to come over?

Yeah, cool. Just wait for Bex.

Didn't realise you were joined at the hip.

-We're not.

-Great, cos it wasn't an invite for two.

-Hiya.

-Up to you.

-Are you heading back to the Square?

-Sorry.

Lou, Lou, I didn't say anything, I swear.

It's not that. We're just going to Alex's house.

Why don't you hang out with a mate from your year?

But I thought you said people would get over it.

Seriously, Bex, don't get para.

I'll see you tomorrow.

-Jack, it's all right. Just breathe.

-Misadventure?

Is that what I'm going to tell Amy, am I?

An adventure gone wrong?

Well, it's not true, is it?

Roxy went in that water knowing full well

she'd put a shed load of that gear up her nose,

and all the while, Ronnie had no idea.

No idea at all what she was letting herself in for.

It was no accident.

And, yes, there is someone to blame - Roxy.

Well, I'm glad to see that someone's cheered up.

I can't wait to show everybody at school.

I love you, Granny.

I love you, too, darling.

-Shall we go eat?

-Yeah.

-Oh, there you are. How was it?

-Yeah, all right.

-Yeah? So, you went in?

-Yeah.

-And you stayed all day?

-What is this, Whit?

Sorry.

I just got back myself. Bit of a manic day.

Your dad lost the plot, made Abi cry.

Oh, so, he isn't superhuman after all?

Well, I never said he was.

I, erm...

There was leftover cheese, so I put a bit of pickle in it.

Thought you could take it with you tomorrow if you want.

-HE CHUCKLES

-Thanks.

So, we still on for tomorrow night, then?

-What?

-Beanbag and his wife.

-Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll text him.

-OK.

-We're a team, yeah?

-Of course.

Mick?

You've got a voicemail from Linda.

Did you tell her about Babe?

I told her last night, but she's nursing Elaine, you know.

She needs me to be strong, so...

It must be hard, her not being here.

We've been together so long, we're like...

We're like those trees. You know them trees, like,

with their branches and roots mashed together,

leaning on each other?

You know, without one...

..the trees don't stand.

I don't know, it's like, without her, I'm like...

I don't know.

-Afternoon.

-All right, mate. Go through to the kitchen.

-I'll be there in a minute.

-Righto.

-Who's that?

-A roofer.

I managed to find one that's only going to cost an arm.

Listen, you need someone to lean on,

try me. I've got broad shoulders. I can cope.

Thanks, Mum.

Whoa! What happened to you?

I've been digging on the allotment all day,

-making the soil good to do some planting.

-Nice one.

Yeah, but your cover's blown.

-No more sneaking off for a cheeky lager.

-Brilliant(!)

-All right, Bex?

-Good day?

-Boy trouble?

-Probably.

That, or Louise trouble. One of the two.

-Usually caused by the other.

-Takes me back.

Remember me and Sharon had a bust-up over a boy called Kelvin?

-Kelvin? Do I remember him?

-We thought he was sex on legs.

Haven't thought about him in years! I wonder what he's up to now.

-What's his surname?

-Carpenter.

-Carpenter.

Right, well, give me 30 seconds and I will tell you.

What are you doing? Martin, you're a grown man, not a teenager.

HE SNIGGERS What? What have you found?

No, no, you were right. You know, it's immature, ain't it?

-Well, let me see.

-No, you're not interested!

See? Look. Send him a message.

Yeah, good one. I'm not on social media.

All right. Well, come here.

Right. "Hi, Kelvin. Remember me?"

-Don't!

-"It's Michelle.

"Back in town for a while. Just thought I'd say hi.

-"My number is..."

-Martin, I swear...

-Ah!

-What? What, you haven't?

-Yeah.

Come on, it's only a little message. No harm done.

You idiot. You absolute idiot!

-Oh, you love it!

-SHE LAUGHS

Oh, there you are. I was starting to get worried.

Well, we went for a coffee after.

How was it? What did they say?

Death by misadventure. HE SIGHS

-Daddy!

-Hello, darling.

-I've got something to show you.

-Oh, yeah?

Look. What do you think? Do I look like Mummy?

-Who did this?

-Gran took me this afternoon.

I picked her up early from school

cos she told the teachers she had a tummy ache.

Then we got back here and she had this idea.

I didn't see the harm.

It's cheered us right up, hasn't it, Ames?

Darling, will you go upstairs for me, sweetheart?

Wait, you haven't told me - what did the coroner say?

He said...

-..it was an accident.

-Thanks for going.

I'm sorry, Jack, I probably should have asked first,

but she was so excited

and I wanted her to have a little treat.

Get out.

Jack, please, listen to what I'm saying.

I made the mistake of letting Roxy into our lives,

of giving her the benefit.

Do you think I'm going to make that same mistake twice?

I'm her grandmother. I just want to help.

-I want to be here for all of you.

-You're a liar!

You're a snake, all right?

Wheedling your way in here, just like Roxy did,

pulling at Ron's heart strings, and I let her!

I didn't put my foot down.

What are you talking about, Jack? I haven't done anything!

I don't want you anywhere near my kids. Do you hear me?

Get out.

Now! Go on!