EastEnders death 'sealed' as soap marks 'end of an era' - and it's not Elaine
It's the end of an era in EastEnders as the Square is undergoing a number of changes. Clair Norris has announced she'll be leaving her role as Bernie Taylor this week, but Bernie isn't the only resident who's confirmed to be leaving Albert Square.
Elsewhere, Elaine sparked fears after suffering a heart attack tonight - as she finally agreed to sell the pub with Linda. Last week, many feared the soap had foreshadowed Elaine's death along with her health struggles. However, now fans are certain it will be Felix Baker who meets his fate.
Writer Daran Little described this week as the "end of an era" as he wrote on X, formerly known as Twitter: "I've written tonight and tomorrow's #EastEnders There's a lot of Carters… and the end of an era."
It was confirmed earlier this year that Felix would be making his exit from the soap, and tonight Bernie was trying to convince him to leave for Spain with her.
However, Felix informed Bernie that he wanted to stay behind to move in with his partner, Johnny, when she let him in on a huge secret. She told Felix that Nish wasn't the one to kill Keanu after all, informing him of Johnny's mum, Linda, and The Six's involvement.
It wasn't the only secret Felix learnt tonight. He also learnt Bernie had been stealing from Ravi and the Panesars, as he urged her to leave before he found out. With Felix being in on the secret, could he now be in danger from Ravi? Fans seem to think so.
Taking to social media after the episode, one fan wrote: "I think Johnny and Callum might get together tbh. Also, the Bernie stuff.. I think she'll go missing and Felix will get on the wrong side of Ravi and meet his fate." Another responded: "Someone has to pay, and if it's not Bernie, it'll be Felix!"
Earlier in the episode, Bernie was seen warning Felix to leave with her, as she warned him: "Get on the plane with me Felix, 'cos Walford is full of murderers."
In March, it was revealed that Matthew James Morrison would be leaving the soap this year after three years. Upon joining, Felix, who also had an alter ego - Tara Misu - made history as Albert Square's first drag queen resident.
Felix brought in whole new storylines with his brother Finlay, played by Ashley Byam, and dad Avery, played by Omar Lye-Fook.
A BBC representative said in a statement shared with the Mirror at the time: 'We can confirm that Matthew will be leaving EastEnders later in the year. We wish him all the best for the future.'
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