Walford is plunged into suspicion and silence as a single, devastating question rips through Albert Square: who killed Anthony? What begins as shock quickly mutates into a community-wide reckoning, where every glance feels loaded, every memory unreliable, and the past refuses to stay buried. In true Walford REEvisited fashion, the mystery isn’t just about a death—it’s about the choices that led here, and the truths no one wanted to face.

The discovery is grim and unmistakable. Anthony is found dead under circumstances that immediately point away from accident and toward intent. Sirens cut through the night, a police cordon snaps into place, and the Square’s familiar rhythms grind to a halt. Neighbours gather, whispers spread, and the chilling reality sets in: someone among them knows more than they’re saying.

As investigators begin piecing together Anthony’s final hours, the story fractures into competing timelines and half-remembered encounters. He was seen arguing. He was heard making threats—or pleading, depending on who you ask. And crucially, he crossed paths with more than one person who had reason to want him silenced. In Walford, motives don’t shout; they simmer.

The ripple effects are immediate. Old rivalries resurface, grudges once dismissed as history regain sharp edges, and relationships strain under the weight of suspicion. Friends turn guarded. Family members circle protectively. Everyone has something to hide, even if they insist it has nothing to do with Anthony’s death.

At the centre of the investigation stands Jack Branning, tasked with navigating a maze of lies without tearing the Square apart. Jack knows Walford’s patterns—how truth often arrives sideways, how silence can be louder than confession. Each interview reveals contradictions: timelines that don’t align, alibis that crumble under scrutiny, and emotions that flare too quickly to be innocent.

The REEvisited lens sharpens the mystery by rewinding key moments. Flashbacks reveal Anthony as more complex—and more dangerous—than many remembered. He wasn’t just a victim; he was a catalyst. He knew secrets. He pushed boundaries. And in the days leading up to his death, he applied pressure in all the wrong places.

One thread leads back to money. Another to betrayal. A third to a secret that, once exposed, would have detonated multiple lives. The question isn’t just who struck the final blow—it’s who set the trap, who escalated the conflict, and who believed Anthony would never be able to talk again.

As the Square debates guilt and innocence, the human cost becomes painfully clear. Loved ones mourn a man they didn’t fully understand, grappling with grief complicated by doubt. Those closest to Anthony wrestle with the possibility that they never truly knew him at all. And the fear grows: if Anthony could be killed, who’s next?

Tension peaks when a piece of evidence surfaces—small, easily overlooked, but damning in context. It reframes the night of the murder and casts a harsh light on a suspect many were too quick to defend. The revelation doesn’t bring relief; it brings dread. Because it suggests the truth is uglier than anyone imagined.

Meanwhile, Denise Fox becomes an unlikely fulcrum in the case, her observations forcing others to confront uncomfortable realities. Denise sees patterns others miss—how fear shapes memory, how guilt leaks through bravado. Her quiet insistence that something doesn’t add up keeps the investigation moving when it threatens to stall.

As accusations intensify, alliances fracture. One resident’s alibi implicates another. A lie told to protect someone else becomes the spark that lights the fuse. In Walford, loyalty is both shield and weapon, and this case proves just how quickly it can become the latter.

The closer the truth gets, the more dangerous it becomes. Threats are made. Doors close. A witness hesitates, torn between doing the right thing and surviving the fallout. The Square feels like a pressure cooker, every step toward clarity tightening the lid.

When the final reveal comes, it doesn’t arrive with triumph. It lands with sorrow. The killer’s motive is painfully human—born of fear, desperation, and a belief that there was no other way out. It doesn’t excuse the act, but it explains the path that led there. And explanation, in Walford, is often the most haunting part.

As EastEnders closes this Walford REEvisited chapter, the Square is left changed. Justice moves forward, but peace does not follow easily. The truth has been spoken, yet the damage lingers—in broken trust, in families forever altered, in the knowledge that secrets kill just as surely as weapons.

With Anthony’s death finally understood, one question echoes through Albert Square long after the cordon lifts and the cameras fade:

Now that Walford knows who killed Anthony, can it live with why—or will the consequences of that truth claim another victim before the dust has even settled?