You?
I am your six o'clock.
-You're so silly. -Mani-pedicure? No, joking.
Come on, come in.
I always knew this is how boys live.
Babe… this ain't a bachelor pad.
This is for us.
I'm stepping back from the roads now.
All of that shit is long.
And by next year, I want to be completely legit.
Then it's just me, you and Tish.
That feels really good.
It's better than sex.
Your sex life must be dead.
It is dead. Like, it's dry.
It don't exist.
Can't even buy me a half chicken.
Hey, how can I help you?
Well, this is a nail bar, ain't it?
What do you think I've come in here for?
A bunch of flowers?
There you go.
Right, that'll be 35, please.
What? Are you actually charging me, are you?
Well, shellac is 20 and the manicures are £15.
What, even for an old friend like me?
Shelley.
I mean…
me and you go back a long way, don't we?
Or was you thinking I'd forgotten about you?
What's so hard?
Unless there's something to hide.
Have the plans changed or not?
Just answer the bleeding question.
I'm just trying to be fair to the other people
who want to speak.
Yeah, but you know your Aunty Sheila up in Leyton?
Well, her block,
they managed to stop them knocking their units down.
They all clubbed together, innit?
Got their own report done
by proper lawyers, you know?
Look, I might be able to talk to…
someone who maybe can help.
You mean my son?
Don't you dare!
Pat!
The Summerhouse redevelopment…
I'm working with a consortium.
They're open to ready cash.
I could get you in there.
I wanna borrow some money.
This is serious, OK?
It's not for me, it's about Summerhouse.
Summerhouse?
To try and get this report done
and stop this redevelopment happening.
No.
And it's not even about the money.
Then what is it, then?
-D'you want me to be honest? -Yes! Be honest.
All right.
Summerhouse is a shithole.
The best thing they could do is knock it down
and start again.
You think it's gonna make it better?
Yeah, 100%.
A hundred percent.
Right, we're gonna modernise it.
We're gonna bring it into the 21st century.
Whoa, wait.
What "we're" gonna do?
Who are you referring to?
I'm investing in the redevelopment.
You know Mandy? Dris's baby-mum?
I don't know her like that, but I know of her, yeah.
Well, she's been in jail for a little while,
she's just come out.
I don't really like to ask, but…
there ain't really much work
going on for people like her.
Ain't really much work going on, period, really.
So, I dunno, if you ever needed, like…
an assistant or something.
Good girl, you know?
She's decent people.
OK, yeah, tell her to come see me.
I need someone on the front desk,
greeting customers,
helping me and Naomi with the diary.
If that works out and you're interested,
I don't see why we can't get you trained up and
then you can start doing some treatments yourself.
Can you start tomorrow?
Of course I can. Are you serious?
Yeah.
-Double zero… -Yeah?
Nine hundred…
six, six…
Yeah, and do you have an email, please, Mandy?
Yeah, my email…
She hasn't, but she said that she'd show me tomorrow.
-Brilliant. -When I come in.
She said it will only take, like,
ten minutes or something.
All right, Shelley?
I'm like a bad penny, me, ain't I?
Always turning up when you don't want me to.
Listen.
You're not getting another penny out of me.
Do you understand?
So, shoot your shot and do what you're doing,
but you don't scare me, Bev.
You never was a good liar, was you, Shelley?
You just ain't got the knack for it.
Right, listen.
Twenty grand shuts me up for good.
Twenty fucking grand.
You all right, Shelley?
What has she got on you?
My ex…
He was friends with Bev's man, Ryan.
So, what happened?
The day I found out I was pregnant with Tish,
Bev and Ryan come round to celebrate…
and then they just started arguing
out of nowhere.
it all happened so quick.
My ex swang for Ryan…
and Ryan's head caught the corner of a table.
Fuck.
I wanted to call an ambulance.
But my ex kept saying no.
"There's shit in the flat,
we go to prison,
they take the baby away."
So, what did you do?
My ex, he…
wrapped Ryan's body up
in a duvet from our bedroom.
No.
Fuck me, you buried him?
This is it.
There's another option.
Just get Beverley done, man.
Dushane could have her dealt with, willy-nilly.
I don't want that.
All right, well then we're gonna need some help.
You lot helping us or what?
Yeah.
I told you.
They work on the dust.
They know how to get rid of stuff.
Word getting out about this can't ever be an option.
That won't happen.
Is that the duvet?
Yeah.
Shelley, help me.
Shelley! Help me.
Tray's waiting for clean-up. Thank you.
Are you sure about this?
Trust me sweet-cheeks.
Whatever it is you're hiding ain't never getting found.
Don't come near me ever again.
Don't come near my shop ever again.
Do you understand?
Well, if that's the way you want it,
I'm going to call the police.
And they're going to dig up Ryan
and they're going to find your DNA all over him.
They can keep digging
because all they're gonna find
is a hole in the ground.
If you want to keep playing these games, Bev…
you will end up in the ground yourself.
I've been through a lot these past few weeks.
Things that I thought I'd left behind but…
turns out I didn't.
Summerhouse…
You gotta change the plans back to the way they were.
Has to be enough homes
for everyone that wants to come back.
Dushane, that's just not going to be possible.
Where's this coming from?
I thought we'd agreed all this.
I'm giving you a choice.
Lizzie goes…
or you put the plans back.
You do what you have to
to protect the people that you love.
The people you care about, your family.
And I love you for that.