03/08/2017 Part One EastEnders

Phil.

DRILLING AND MUFFLED VOICES

Have a look at my tyre. What are you going to do about it?

-IN DISTANCE:

-I'm afraid not.

Have they found Louise?

You don't know? What you're saying is, you don't know

any more than you knew last night.

Well, her debit card withdrawal means we can accurately place Lisa

in Castle Point yesterday afternoon.

So what? That's not exactly a major breakthrough, is it?

Well, it means we can focus our search accordingly.

We do need you to work with us, sir.

Of course.

As I understand it, the fact that she hasn't run to ground entirely

is a good sign considering Lisa's circumstances, Mr Mitchell.

-She's got circumstances now, has she?

-Phil...

Well, Sharon, it's a joke, innit?

Do you want to know how many hours she spent on the phone yesterday?

To you lot? Not getting a straight answer from anyone.

Look, we're all very worried.

Oh, Sharon, don't soft-soap it, all right?

Now, Lisa was in an halfway house.

You know that, don't you? Eh?

Lisa has got her own mental health team.

So where are they now? And what are they going to do

when they find my daughter's dead in a gutter?

The most effective use of your time right now would be to try and list

-any connections Lisa might have to Castle Point.

-Right.

-Lists.

Mr Mitchell, there is a general public misconception that anyone

suffering from a mental health issue is dangerous.

Statistically very few incidents result in the individual

doing harm to another.

As I understand it, the person most at risk from Lisa here is Lisa.

My daughter was taken out of hospital against medical advice.

Yes. I realise that. Presumably Lisa did so with good reason.

My daughter don't get her antibiotics,

and she gets an infection, she gets septicaemia.

She gets septicaemia, she dies.

Now how much more risky do you want, eh?

DRILLING IN DISTANCE Oh, that noise.

I mean, drilling up, boarding up, packing up,

and me coming back again.

-You know, I don't know what the world's coming to.

-It's Brexit.

Yeah. Well, like I was saying,

Lisa, she's very nervy.

And if you ask me, Phil Mitchell has been bullying her.

Now Louise, she's more sensible.

-What was it you were saying?

-I said it's Brexit.

Oh, well, I'm not au fait with that, cos I've been in the hospital.

THEY LAUGH

Well, my Ted says...

I didn't recognise him when I saw him on the pavement.

Well, it's been a good few years.

Well, we was neighbours, wasn't we?

I mean, I moved from the flats and I landed up in 23 downstairs, and then

you moved from the flats and you landed up in number 23 downstairs.

-In number 23 downstairs.

-That's right.

-It's funny, isn't it?

-Yes.

-Coincidence. MEOWING

Oh...

-What?

-Look.

-Oh, yes, he's lucky. He's a black cat.

Lauren!

Well, I think a 59th Wedding anniversary party for our pot man

-is a lovely idea, Ted.

-Yeah, with a few of our neighbours

from up the flats.

And I suppose Joanie's bingo buddies will have to come, and all.

Our kids, of course. Not Alan, he's in Australia.

Grandkids... Well, the ones that aren't too busy.

It's not often we get family together,

what with Judith's schedule and her dietary requirements.

Great. Well, I am sure Mick'll give you a good staff discount.

And you never know, I might even persuade him

to give you wine at cost if you go over 20 bottles.

Well, I was thinking more a sausage roll and half a lager.

OK, great. Well, why don't I pave the way?

Do you have a budget in mind?

Well, I haven't quite got that sorted out yet.

Right, well, let me know when you do.

Bit of prudence, I'm sure we can get it down to £10 a head.

Fantastic.

Not sure three dozen geriatrics and a pork pie

-is quite the look we're going for, but...

-Oh, that's a shame.

-Why?

-I quite fancied a little party.

Here, Whit? You going to have a few drinks when Woody shows?

-What's his real name?

-Woody.

What, they actually christened him Woody?

No, Stace. He hasn't been christened.

Oh, my God. Lauren. Have you had an engagement party, or...?

-No.

-No? Oh good! Good.

Cos I was thinking we could have a joint one. You know?

Me and Woody. You and Steven.

It's embarrassing, Phil.

Sharon, I don't care that I've upset some seven-year-old with a degree

in political correctness.

-You know, my daughter's gone missing.

-Yeah, I'm aware of that.

All they've given us is a wall of silence

and a possible cash withdrawal in Essex.

I should have known there was something up with Lisa.

I should have trusted my instinct.

-And that's the social worker's fault, is it?

-No.

-No.

No, and it isn't mine either.

Snapping at me in front of them. I don't think so, Phil.

You've got to look after yourself.

It'll be OK, Phil. It will.

But you know, making an enemy of everyone,

it doesn't do Louise no favours, does it?

We've just got to stop panicking, yeah?

And work with them, like they said. Be positive.

Phil, look at me.

We don't know that Lisa's in a bad place.

We don't even know she stopped taking her medication.

But we do know that she loves Louise.

And maybe...

Maybe Louise persuaded Lisa to take her out of the hospital.

Get away for a few days.

You know how down she's been lately.

Hm?

Sharon, Lisa loved me.

Right up to, and including, when she shot me.

It's a secret. So you've got to keep it a secret.

Steven's dying.

No...

Yeah.

He's got a tumour.

I've seen the brain scan.

My dad was even with him when he went in for his consultation.

Lauren, I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

But he's so young. You had your whole future together.

I don't love him.

I don't.

I can't. I've tried.

I don't love him. Whitney, I don't love him.

After everything Steven's done for me as well

with his last few months of being alive.

And I can't...

I don't even want to marry him, Whitney.

I don't want to marry him,

I don't want to be with him. I can't even breathe, Whitney.

OK, calm down. Calm down. Just breathe...breathe.

-Just breathe.

-I hate myself.

Have they said...

Have they told you how long he's got, or...?

Yeah. He's got three months.

OK.

OK, then... Look, you know whatever you do...

..whatever you do, I will be here and I will back you.

Yeah.

You've just got to figure out what's worse -

living a lie with Steven for three months,

or having to live with yourself if you don't.

-DRILLING

-Max. It's me again. Where are you?

-THEY SHOUT OVER THE DRILLING: You feel what?

-Bad.

£5.50 off of Merry at work.

The minute I've blown it up, that bench goes back.

-Yeah, that Merry saw you coming.

-No. Cos if I had a dead Dad,

I wouldn't want his bench nicked either.

What do you mean, "back"?

Keanu!

-All this lot here?

-Yep, them.

Right, leave it with me, all right? Excuse me!

Hello!

What, a motel she stayed in in Canvey Island for a wedding, though?

I mean, it's a hell of a long shot.

If anything comes of it, I'll call the Old Bill, OK?

-Well, how have you even remembered?

-It's the only time I know of

that Lisa's been anywhere near Castle Point.

And Louise definitely would have called by now, so why ain't she?

I don't feel well.

Oh... Oh, no. Well, you won't, sweetheart, you won't.

You've been through a terrible ordeal.

Here... Here you are...

Have some water, just little sips... Little sips. Make you feel better.

There you go. Little sips. There you go... That's better. That's better.

She's all right now. Yes, she is.

She's all right now. He's gone now.

He's gone.

Mummy look after you now, darling.

Couple of weeks by the seaside, just you and me.

Be so lovely. See another side.

Sun on our faces.

Oh, darling...

Isn't it good to be free?

You don't know how worried I've been about you, Lou.

He...

I can't tell you how much I've missed you...

-I missed you, too.

-LISA LAUGHS

Missed...

Oh, that's wrong.

Oh, Mum, it feels like it's burning.

Can I have my painkillers?

He is so manipulative, Louise.

Did the doctor give you my antibiotics?

Oh, Mum. It doesn't feel right.

It's just a temperature, just a little bit of a temperature.

-We'll all be OK now, darling.

-No. No, Mum, I need my painkillers.

I need my painkillers. What time is it?

We should eat.

Yes. Not yet.

No, we can call room service.

And then we can call Dad because he'll be worrying about me...

No. Not yet.

Not yet, not yet, not yet, not yet, not yet, not yet, not yet!

No, no, no, no... Cos he... He knows.

He knows, darling.

Your dad knows, he knows that we're on holiday.

And the kitchens... The kitchens, they'll be closed.

You're a good girl, Louise.

But you've got to listen to me.

We do not do room service, OK?

OK? OK?

Yeah.

What are we doing, Mum?

We sit and we wait, sweetheart.

For your friend Helen...

..with the car and the keys to the cottage, right?

Have a biscuit.

No bad currants in the biscuits.

-Where's the cottage, Mum?

-Sh!

And I'm telling you,

you cannot leave that fence post unsupervised

health-and-safety-wise.

Oi, why are you giving me the runaround?

-Why ain't you answered one single text?

-Excuse me, excuse me.

You're invading my space.

-Max, why did you tell Lauren the tumour was worse?

-What tumour?

Steven, what're you talking about? What tumour?

Oh, you mean the invisible one?

Listen, mate, what you should be asking is what's going to happen

in three months' time when you're scheduled to die?

You all right, Lauren?

And then she said... She said, "Don't you recognise me?"

And I said, "I can't hear you... I can't hear... I can't hear you

"with the tablets. I can't hear you with the tablets. I can't hear you.

"And it can't even be you." I said that to her...

-Gran is dead.

-That is what I said. I said that to her!

And she said... She said, "Yes".

How long ago did you stop taking your tablets?

And that's the really clever bit. You see... You see how clever

that is? Because he... He... He will never suspect.

She knows your father is a bad man.

It's got to be more than a month, Mum, yeah?

Peggy knows, she knows. She knows what he did to me.

What he did to us.

Taking... Taking a baby away from her mother is wrong.

Wrong! Forcing a little girl away from her mother is wrong.

-Wrong!

-No, no, no, Mum. Mum. That was me. My choice. OK?

I left the last time.

You weren't well. Do you remember?

Mummy, I was a kid and I didn't know how to help.

And you wouldn't talk and you said it was a secret, do you remember?

My life... My life was...was...was not worth living.

OK, OK.

I don't want to pull rank, but I'm going to pull rank here.

I've got a stall-holder with a flat tyre.

Now, if you don't rectify this fence-post situation as a matter

of urgency, then I'm going to have to report you to the council.

Or enact a citizen's arrest.

Fine.

I'll be calling the council tomorrow to report you.

Bye-bye.

Look, I think we should all go away for a long weekend.

My treat.

Try and make some happy memories.

Yeah?

And of course you want to spoil yourself, don't you?

I took a liking to these gourmet truffle crisps.

That's the second person who's put their rubbish in my suggestion box.

They had artisan deli rolls, popcorn bars.

-And they had these puddings with plants in.

-Sorry?

Me and Woody. We went away to the Isle of Wight for a week.

-Oh, lovely.

-Yeah, it was.

Honestly, Fi, you want to see some of the places there.

They've got jars of pickled everything.

Communal dining's really gourmet, you know.

Nah, the only way we're going to get a big dining table in here

is if we get rid of that dartboard and the piano.

-That ain't going to go down well.

-No. There'd be outrage.

We've had tears, we've had sulking.

When Jack first told Ricky he wasn't allowed to go on the Beavers trip,

I actually thought the child was going to make himself sick.

Aw... It's hard for him. I get it, though.

-But Jack... You know, he's still raw after losing Ronnie.

-Yeah.

Whereas Billy, he wants to save up and expand his range of coffin lids.

Yeah, I can see right through him, Ingrid. I said to him, you know,

"Life is short, OK? There's Auntie Caroline with her hernia,

"and my Will is longing to have a holiday in Europe

"while his passport still works."

I know I'm meant to be a grown-up,

but I've stopped doing the washing up in protest.

INGRID LAUGHS And I've stopped making the beds.

And it is driving me absolutely insane.

I'm still waiting... I'm still waiting for Billy to notice.

Oh, actually, Mick. Can I have a large water for my husband, please?

Oh, it's not a big deal.

You, lady, you bust your pretty little backside

to take that English GCSE. The least you can do is get the result.

I know the result on account of passing out straight after, Kush.

And listen, I'm going to get the result...

..later.

When we get back from holiday.

And you can stop talking about my bottom, sexist.

Oi!

Oh, Woody, I'm so sorry! I didn't know it was you!

-It's all right.

-I'm really sorry.

-It's all right. You all right?

-Yeah, I'm all right.

A tenner an 'ead. DOORBELL IN DISTANCE

It is what it is, Ted.

-UPSTAIRS:

-Keanu!

-Ageism - that's what it is, Joyce.

-What?

She is deliberately trying to put us off. A tenner an 'ead?

-UPSTAIRS:

-Will someone answer the door?

Chris' cafe, you'd get a full dinner, crumble and custard

and still have money left over for the bingo.

-Tenner an 'ead.

-Keanu, get the door!

It's just meant to be a small party. Is that what you said?

-UPSTAIRS:

-Mum!

-I am sitting on the toilet!

I said I'd think about it.

-UPSTAIRS:

-Mum, come to the door!

-What?!

And I'll tell you what I think.

She is stuck-up, that Fiona. It's all about profit.

How is a small glass of sherry and a sausage on a stick

going to cost ten quid per person?

What they going to do? Gold plate it?

-UPSTAIRS:

-Mum, it's the police.

Will you pack in that racket?!

-This is victimisation, Jaz.

-Ms Taylor... Karen!

-Keegan weren't there. He didn't do it and he don't know nothing about it.

-This isn't about Keegan.

Oh.

Your social worker claims that she spent the whole of her evening visit

-sat on a stolen bench.

-No.

-"Arthur Fowler."

-No, yeah, well...

Look, he's got a back problem.

Yeah? He don't lie on wood every night. You know, this time next year

he ain't even going to be walking.

Do you want to be responsible for crippling a young boy, yeah?

I'll get my coat.

-Karen Taylor, I am arresting you on suspicion of...

-Yes!

-I'm getting my coat.

-No. Mum...

Clutching at straws. Some hotel from some wedding in 1999.

It's a wild goose chase, isn't it?

At least if Phil's doing something, you can stop worrying

-he's going to start drinking again.

-Yeah.

Honestly, neither of us know anything about Lisa's life.

We don't even know her actual diagnosis.

They didn't know for ages.

What? What? Louise said.

What? What did she say?

It was ages ago when her year was doing mental health.

Phil said Lisa was a flake.

Yeah, I know,

but he's not the only one who's taken his eye off the ball, is he?

I should have pushed. I should have asked.

It's like I said to the police, Louise never seemed interested

in talking about her past.

I mean, I don't know where they went away when Lou was a kid.

I don't know her favourite place.

It's like all this time,

and there's huge chunks of Louise's life I know nothing about.

KNOCK ON DOOR

KNOCKING CONTINUES

Well, open it.

If my daughter is in there, then she's in danger.

So open it.

It's OK. It's OK.

Cleaner. Gone away.

Now... Now, you make sure you keep that dressing dry, darling.

Have a nice... Have a nice little bath.

Make you feel better.

Yes. OK.

OK, yes.

Yes, yes, yes...

SHE MURMURS IN PAIN

Emergency. Which service?

Louise!

If you are unable to speak but need an emergency service,

tap the handset.

You are connected to the police.

If you require an emergency service,

please press the number five key on your keypad two times now.

SHE SOBS

Sweetheart?

-I'm going to get us help.

-What?

No... No, No! No, no, no. It's not safe.

-It's not safe.

-Mum...

I'm not well.

SHE SOBS

Please... Gran.

Peggy's dead. She's dead, isn't she?

-Yes.

-So it's all in your head.

And I love you...

..but I can't do it again.

No. No! No, no, no. It's not safe. It's not safe!

He is a bad man. He's manipulative, and...

and poison. She knows.

She knows what he did to me, taking a baby away from her mother,

-it's just like taking a hand off an arm...

-Please stop.

Just chuck it away. A foot off a leg.

You are not better.

Every time you say you are better.

And Dad?

It's not Dad.

You've never looked after me.

LISA WHIMPERS

Mum, this is not looking after me.

I feel like I'm dying.

OK.

OK.

Go. Go away.

Go away.

Go away. Go away.

I'll stay. I'll stay. I'll stay here. Yes.

You can have me. You can have me.

Have me, I'll stay, I'll stay. I'll stay.

# Pick you up Drop you

# Little blonde doll... #

LOUISE SOBS

# Nails out my fingers

# Teeth out my mouth

# Hair off my head

# Off my head... #

Are you scared?

He took my heart out my chest, my baby.

He took my heart out of my chest.

-I won't leave.

-LISA CRIES OUT

No, no, sh. Don't do that, Mummy. Mummy...

I'm here.

I'm here. I'm here.

I won't go again, I promise.

I promise.