Walford has never been a quiet place, but this time the tension reaches explosive levels. A shocking confession opens the curtain: a woman admits to having wanted to hit Phil Mitchell, hating him so much that she staged an entire armed threat to terrorize him and make him sign the transfer of the club. But everything degenerates: a gunshot goes off, and the only injury is herself. Amid the confusion, it is discovered that it was not Jonah who was the real puppeteer, but her, and the truth shakes everyone close to her.

The residents of the neighborhood are shocked. One of the psychological victims of her plan publicly accuses her: “You terrorized my son!” — the clash is inevitable. The scene turns into a bar brawl worthy of a western movie, with screams, slaps and very serious accusations. One of the women involved is called a “discount Barbie”, while another admits to having wanted to hit her since day one. It’s all-out war.

As chaos unfolds in the square, Phil and his allies must deal with the consequences. He himself still seems unaware of the whole truth, but rumors spread quickly. “If she knew, she would never walk again,” someone says. But that’s just the beginning. More chilling confessions follow: a boy is forced to shoot, driven to carry out a plan that involved two shots in the air to simulate an execution. But something goes wrong. In the panic, one of the shots hits the target. He didn’t mean to kill, only to hurt. But now it’s too late. “He’s dead, right?” he asks, his voice breaking. “I just wanted to hit his arm… or his leg…”

Meanwhile, at home, one of the women involved tries to return to normal, preparing breakfast as if nothing had happened, but the wounds don’t fade. “It won’t happen again, I promise,” she says softly, but her eyes show the weight of the night just gone by. The other person, however, is devastated: he shot, he killed. And now she doesn’t know who she is anymore.

The drama intensifies when Peggy receives a letter from her husband Frank during a ceremony: not a declaration of love, but a farewell. She confesses that she has never stopped loving Pat and that she loves her back. They tried to hide their feelings, but they couldn’t. The letter, read in front of everyone, is an emotional bomb: “I hope that one day you will be able to forgive me, Peggy. By the time you read these words, we will already be far away.” The betrayal is not only sentimental, but public. The renewal of the wedding vows becomes a farce, and the evening ends with a bitter irony: “I hope that at least you enjoyed the fireworks…”

In the final chaos, furious arguments follow one another: Gary and another woman accuse each other of failures and humiliations. The accusations become personal, ferocious. “At least my husband loved me,” she shouts. “Yours had to pay me to make love.” Everything is revealed. The filthiest secrets are exposed to the public. She accuses him of ruining her life, of taking away every opportunity. He replies with pure venom: “Every contact you have, I will be there. Every move, I will destroy.” It is revenge, a war without holds barred.

In the end, between tears and anger, a woman is left alone. No one wants to do with her anymore. “Every time someone comes near, run away. You should carry a bell to warn them of your arrival.” It is a powerful image: social rejection as the final sentence. But she does not react. Not anymore. The damage is done. And in the silence that follows, all that remains is the sound of gunshots still in her ears… and a community that will never be the same again.