Strike (2017) s05e01 Episode Script

1
You and me, me and you
Somehow we made it through ♪
I may be gone ♪
I may be far away ♪
But I walk beside you ♪
Every step of the way ♪
When you're used, bruised ♪
Black and blued ♪
Don't think about it ♪
Never doubt it ♪
I'll walk beside you. ♪
PHONE: You have one saved message
[PHONE BEEPS]
..received yesterday at 10.14.
I'm not really calling for anything.
I just hope you're doing OK down there.
Maybe speak later?
Sorry
I'm sorry.
I recognised you from the papers.
- You're the detective.
- No problem.
You're probably off duty, aren't you?
I've been watching that seal, but
not in a professional capacity.
I can see you're probably on
holiday, and I don't want to intr
- Anna!
- ..but could I?
You said you wouldn't.
- I know, I couldn't help it.
- I came out of the loo
- and you'd just vanished.
- I just think I have to try.
- Oh.
- Can I ask what this is about?
- I have a case.
- Oh
I don't know if you'd even call
it that, but I'd give anything
if you could spare ten minutes
just to hear me out.
All right.
Uh
It's it's about a woman who went
missing a long time ago.
In 1974.
Her name was Margot Bamborough.
On the night she went missing
she was meant to be meeting her
friend in the pub,
but she stayed on to see a patient.
- They didn't leave any details.
- That's OK.
I'm going to be so late for Oonagh.
- It's horrible out there.
- Hmm.
Good night, then.
Night, Dr Bamborough.
It should have been a quick
five-minute walk
between the surgery and the pub.
But she was never seen again.
Margot Bamborough was my mother.
I didn't find out about her
until I was eight years old.
Are you Anna Phipps?
- Yes.
- Is that picture for your mum?
Yes.
Which one is she?
The one in the brown coat.
That's not your mum.
Your real mum was a doctor
called Margot.
She got her head cut off.
Darling, what's wrong?
That's not true.
Wait here.
How dare you say that to my child!
[BOY GASPS]
After that, my entire world fell apart.
When I asked my dad about my mum,
he said that no-one knew what had
happened to her.
He said he'd done what he thought
was best.
That I had Cynthia for a mother,
and Cynthia loved me,
and that ought to be enough.
Pretty soon, everyone who knew
my mum will be dead,
and then I'll never know
what happened to her.
The police admit they messed up
the case, but they won't reopen it.
I have money.
Well, I know it's probably hopeless,
but I just feel I have to try something.
Will you help me?
Please.
[HE SIGHS]
[PHONE RINGS]
- Hiya.
- How's Shifty?
Oh, they've been in there for
two whole days.
I've not managed a photo.
Why are the jobs that pay well
always so boring?
I've taken on a missing person case.
Missing since 1974.
I'm going to see the client again
in Falmouth tomorrow.
I'll drive down.
It's a long way.
I don't mind. I'm already in the Landy.
If I set off now, I could be
in Cornwall by next month?
Next year, if I get a puncture.
Text me the address.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Yeah.
How's Joan doing?
Results back today.
OK. Let me know.
Yeah. I'll text you the address. Bye.
What do you think?
We have to see what the doctors say.
Go from there.
[DOOR CLOSES]
Lucy had a look on the internet.
She says they can treat
almost anything now.
I can do that.
- I like doing it.
- Come on, Joanie.
- You sit down now.
- I don't need to sit down!
Well, what they say?
It's all quite straightforward, really.
I have to take some drugs
and then there might be an operation
..and then that'll be it.
I wish you'd let me come
to these things, Joanie.
Don't be silly. There's no need.
Which drugs are they using?
It's all written down.
That's good.
- I'll take a look at the notes.
- Oh
- In your bag?
- Oh
You finished the potatoes!
This pie looks good, Ted.
Ah. Thanks.
When's Lucy getting here?
About an hour.
We need to get these potatoes on.
Them boys will be hungry.
What are you working on?
Or are you sworn to secrecy?
No, I've got a meeting in Falmouth.
From the address I got
the Land Registry deeds,
which list the owners.
One of them is Anna Phipps.
If you run a search on her,
it turns
out her mum went missing in 1974.
This is the main suspect.
MEDIA: Dennis Creed,
seven known victims.
He strikes up a conversation,
offers them a drink,
but the drink is drugged.
When they wake up, they discover
they're in Creed's basement
Wait.
I think that's Ollie Boreman
doing the narration.
He was
He was Lear to my Edmund in Birmingham.
Oh.
MEDIA: Walking in there,
you could smell it.
He hadn't hidden things.
We found parts of his victims
in the sink,
in the bath, in the fridge.
It's the worst crime scene
I've ever visited.
Hands down.
Seven victims identified,
but the police fear there
were others who were never found.
October 1974. Dr Margot Bamborough
leaves work to meet her friend
for a drink.
A witness sees a struggle
between two people,
but nobody intervenes.
A van speeds from the scene.
All the hallmarks of Dennis Creed.
But the Demon of Paradise Park
offers no answers.
He guards his secrets, and feeds
off the pain he creates
with his silence.
[PEOPLE SHOUT]
You're investigating a serial killer?
Well, no-one proved Dennis Creed
killed Margot Bamborough.
Technically, she's still
a missing person.
You got all that from
an address in Cornwall?
Mmm.
I had a boyfriend in the late '90s
who I would love to track down.
Well, I better get packing.
I've got an early start.
- Thanks.
- Night.
[PHONE RINGS]
[SHE SIGHS]
Hi. It's Matt.
Can you hear me?
Aren't we meant to be communicating
through lawyers?
I'm just save you time and money.
I'm not happy with the settlement
agreement.
So tell that to your lawyer.
Yeah, we can do it that way.
So long as you realise
I can outspend you in
legal fees four times
Dickhead.
I can't run you round to Falmouth,
can I?
I like taking the ferry.
Reminds me of when we were kids.
Wooden death-trap!
You'll figure this out, won't you?
You're good at that.
Ready? See you in a bit.
Yeah.
One for the road?
Please don't become an alcoholic
on top of everything else.
I can't bear it.
I've spoken to Mum twice a week
for 20 years.
She's not our mother.
Leda gave birth to me
and she did bugger all else.
Joan and Ted actually wanted us.
This is the only place I've ever
called home.
- Well, you live in south London.
- God, will you knock it off?
You keep forgetting, I bloody know you.
Running around looking for
puzzles to solve,
anything to avoid a real conversation.
Maybe it isn't the same.
I chose Joan, and you chose Leda.
At least I ended up with someone.
Leda didn't love anyone except herself.
Joan thinks you should marry Robin.
Stop it.
Give me one good reason why not.
I'd fuck it up.
I'd lose a friend
as well as a business partner.
That's two reasons.
There's a longer list.
I'll see you in a few weeks.
Stick? I love you.
[HE SIGHS]
MEDIA: A staff Christmas party
filmed ten months before she
disappeared.
This is the last known footage
of Dr Margot Bamborough.
Detective Inspector Bill Talbot
led the investigation
into her disappearance.
At this point, it's my belief that
Dr Bamborough has been abducted.
Her husband, Dr Roy Phipps,
is not a suspect.
This has been and continues to be
a very difficult time
for Dr Phipps's family.
Their daughter Anna would grow up
never knowing what had happened
to her mother.
[HE SIGHS]
Cormoran has got his ties here now.
Yeah, but he's not from here, is he?
I'm talking about what's best for them.
Look, I know you love them,
but so do we.
And we can actually be here for them.
And that's the difference.
Oh, but you'll be back in a month.
Stop telling me what I'll do.
I said, I'll probably be back.
You can't be that way with children.
Children need certainty.
They're my kids, Joan!
I just love him, Corm.
I need a few days to see
if we can make it. OK?
[FERRY HORN BLOWS]
So how's Joan?
It is what it is.
- I've got biscuits.
- Thanks. I'm not hungry.
- Shall I talk you through the case?
- Yeah.
Here she is.
Mum's the tall one, and that's
her friend Oonagh.
Dad probably cleared out her office
and shoved everything into the attic.
He doesn't know I have all this.
I'm sorry if it's all junk,
but it's the only thing
I have to offer you.
Please don't approach Dad.
He's very frail now, and things
between us are still difficult.
I don't want him to know
we're doing this.
Has anyone investigated before,
other than the police?
Well, I, tried.
There was a book written
by a man called Carl Oakden.
He was the son of someone
who worked with Mum.
Maybe I shouldn't have read it,
but I did.
It implied Mum was having an affair
with her ex-boyfriend.
I found I just couldn't get
that out of my head.
The good thing about the book
was that there were lots of names
of people who knew Mum.
So I started calling them.
I'd accepted that she was almost
certainly dead, but
..I still wanted to know her.
And did you find out anything new?
I was sent a locket in the post,
anonymously,
with a note attached saying,
"I want you to have this."
I showed it to Dad.
He went totally white.
Mum was wearing her locket
the night she vanished.
The detective who ran the case
confirmed that.
This one?
And do you think your mum
might have sent it to you?
Oh, I don't know.
No, probably not.
I
Dad said it wasn't even the same locket.
It just looked similar.
And then he said that I'd encouraged
the hoaxers to have
another crack at us,
and if I carried on,
then he'd cut me out of his life.
So I stopped.
Who's the detective you spoke to?
Inspector Simon Layborn.
His son George is on the force.
He's a mate of ours.
What happened to the locket?
Dad threw it away.
You have to understand
this is a very cold case.
The odds are we won't find answers,
and it will cost a lot getting there.
I'd suggest you set a limit
on the budget.
That's a good idea.
We'll discuss it and we'll get
back to you.
Here's my details.
Psychologist.
Everyone wants to tell me
about their mothers.
I suppose that makes you
my competition now.
It would help if we had a list
of people you are happy for us
to talk to.
We could start with the ones
you've contacted.
So what do you think?
Margot's friend Oonagh
has an 0-1-9-6-2 area code.
That's Winchester.
We can drop in on our way back.
How'd you remember that?
Charlotte.
PHONE: You've reached Detective
Inspector George Layborn.
Please leave a message.
George, it's Cormoran Strike.
I think your old man worked
on a case we're looking at.
Give me a call when you can.
Hopefully the Met will have done
most of the work already.
They didn't find her, though.
- Hi! Oonagh.
- Hello there.
- Sorry it's such short notice.
- Don't be sorry.
I've waited years for this. Come on in.
I'm surprised Roy didn't hire someone.
Lord knows he has the money.
[SHE LAUGHS SOFTLY]
Is it Anna that's paying?
- Yes.
- Ah. God bless that girl.
What she's gone through Oh.
You know, I'll be crying my eyes out
when I start talking about Margot.
But don't let that be stopping you.
Oh, that was the night cleaners
going on strike.
All those girls had terrible pay
and it was dangerous too,
walking home on your own.
How was Margot involved?
Oh, anything to do with
women's pay or conditions,
she put her neck out.
[OONAGH CHUCKLES]
We grew up poor.
Sometimes a pound in your pocket
was better than
all the fancy academic theories.
Oh, she read those too, though.
Yes, she did.
She was clever.
[OONAGH SNIFFS]
I told you.
Go ahead, darling. Ask your questions.
Maybe you could begin by telling us
how you got to know Margot.
OK.
Um
We We met in 1966
when we started to work at the club.
- Stop biting your nails.
- Sorry. I get nervous.
Men come here to relax.
You are charming.
Attentive.
Relaxed.
Drinks, table six.
Did you see?
Gazelles, not hippos.
Small talk, Margot.
Difficult week, darlin'?
How's about some liver damage
to finish you off?
- That's a demerit.
- Oh, come on. I was only joking.
Please
I'm sorry.
You'll earn it back in tips,
which will happen,
providing you keep
that tongue of yours in check.
No tongues?
Understood.
Dolly, you're next.
[OONAGH CHUCKLES]
Middle-class girls can burn their bras
and stop shaving their legs.
Girls like us did what we had to do.
There was nowhere in London
that paid the way that club did.
Paid better than our daddies earned.
And she was studying all the time
as well.
Distal, middle, proximal
and then the metacarpals,
and the fractured descriptors
are head, shaft and base.
She lived on sugar.
She did.
And she never put on an ounce either.
Perfect.
[MUSIC: Louie Louie by The Kingsmen]
Louie, Louie ♪
Oh, no, you take me
where ya gotta go ♪
The men loved her.
Louie, Louie ♪
Oh, baby, take me
where ya gotta go ♪
We couldn't date them, though. No.
They sent detectives in to make sure
we were behaving ourselves.
If we gave out our phone number,
oh, that was it.
Me never think I'll make it home ♪
Louie, Louie No, no, no ♪
But Margot wasn't interested anyway.
Leastways not till
she met Paul Satchwell.
Oh, baby ♪
He was an artist.
Three nights and days
I sailed the sea ♪
Me think of girl constantly ♪
On that ship ♪
I dream she there ♪
I smell the rose in her hair ♪
Louie, Louie ♪
Oh, no, take me where ya gotta go ♪
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
Louie, Louie ♪
Oh, baby, take me where ya gotta go ♪
Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
She lost her head over him.
[MUSIC FADES]
He was her first great love.
Come on, there's something
I want to show you.
I bought it at his exhibition.
It's the only painting I ever bought.
I was afraid that someone
might see it and tell her parents.
For a long time, I put it away but
..seeing that it was Satchwell
that made it, but
..that fades, you know?
Now I see Margot, and I'm just glad
that I have it.
What didn't you like about Satchwell?
I think he killed her.
She caught him cheating once and
Heartbroken.
And then she got worried because
she'd let him take pictures of her.
Imagine if they'd shown up
in some dirty magazine!
Her mammy's brilliant girl doing
things like that.
You can't come here
whenever you fucking want.
- I want the negatives!
- They are not your negatives!
But it's my body.
- It's my art!
- Give them back! Now!
- I'm not sure you can afford my work.
- Margot
If you ever show those pictures
to anyone,
- if they ever show up in print
- Margot!
..I'll go to the police
and tell them all about you.
Open the door now,
or I'm calling the police.
Open it!
[MARGOT SNIFFS]
Don't you ever come near her again.
What's she told you?
- I haven't told her anything.
- Then don't ask,
because the day that I find out
she's been talking about me,
that's her last day. And yours.
Do you understand me?
Fuck off.
What was he doing?
Well, Margot never said,
but if he took pictures of her,
then maybe he was involved
in something like that.
I just don't know.
Anna told us that Satchwell
came back into Margot's life
around the time she disappeared.
Is it possible they were seeing
each other again?
Well, she wasn't happy with Roy.
Maybe Satchwell reminded her
of easier days.
She loved the job, but she wasn't
especially close to her colleagues.
More than anything,
I think she was feeling lonely.
Roy's not speaking to me.
Satchwell's not the answer
to your problems with Roy.
I told Roy I was going to meet him.
- Why?
- I don't know.
I just I wanted him
to think about losing me
so that maybe he'd make an effort.
It just made him angry.
- At least he felt something.
- Hmm.
How are you feeling, Kevin?
Would you like a lemonade?
He's had four. He'll get a bad tum.
Who's the guy in the shirt?
- Oh, Margot, knock it off.
- What are you talking about?
You're a married woman.
You need to behave yourself.
Ignore her. She's pissed.
I'll get you a glass of water.
I'm just saying.
I know the woman was drunk,
but a part of me thought,
"She's not wrong about you, Margot."
I mean, Satchwell was telling her
she's more beautiful than ever,
how she's his muse.
And she needed some of that.
It sounds like Satchwell wanted to
get back together with her,
not to hurt her.
The day she disappeared, she rang me
and said she wanted to talk
about something urgent.
Well, maybe she wanted to tell me
his big secret
and he got wind of that,
and decided that he would do
what he said he'd do,
make it her last day on Earth.
No chance she ran off with him?
No. She'd never have left Anna.
I pray that you will find her.
I think it's unlikely she's still alive.
No, I know that,
but the dead never
really disappear, do they?
Not while they're loved.
The carousel you asked for
got delivered.
I put it in your office.
Would a thank you kill you?
Thank you, Pat.
- Robin here yet?
- Yeah.
Yeah. She got in before me.
Eager little beaver, that one.
No movement on Shifty yet.
I'm going to try and work his PA.
Keep an eye on your hours.
- Morning.
- Hey.
What are you looking at?
I got in touch with Margot's
colleague, Dr Gupta.
He's just sent through the footage
he shot at the last Christmas party.
He said he'd be happy to meet with us.
- Can you send me that?
- It's in the shared folder.
I found Paul Satchwell.
He's living on a Greek island.
Shall I drop him a line?
Keep it vague.
Don't want him going to ground early.
Mm-hm.
[HE MOUTHS]
[SHE MOUTHS]
- WHISPERS: When are we doing presents?
- What presents?
Your partner's birthday yesterday.
The rest of us got her presents.
Ilsa,
I need an idea for Robin.
What does she usually wear?
I've no idea what the name is.
Do you know what kind of scent it is?
Do you mean, what does she smell like?
Could you just recommend something?
Yeah, we could try Carnal Flower.
No.
OK
Well, this one is popular,
and it's really lovely.
- Doesn't that mean?
- In your arms.
Hmm.
[PHONE RINGS]
Strike's Detective Agency,
can I help you?
Happy birthday.
I got you these.
Oh, thank you.
That's nice.
- ..I've not heard anything
- Sorry I'm still in here.
I'm going through all the stuff
Anna gave us.
No I could look for somewhere else,
but everything's open plan now.
Is that a problem?
..Thank you very much.
I need a door between me and Pat.
She's good at her job.
Why did you ask her
for that slide projector?
George Layborn's bringing
in the original case files.
He said we'd need one. Found anything?
Well, not really.
But the main thing is this.
I found it inside
a pharmacy supplies order form.
Someone was threatening to kill her.
"Leave my girl alone, you cunt,
"or I'll send you to hell,
slow and painful."
The police never saw this?
"My girl" could be someone's
daughter or someone's girlfriend.
Maybe Satchwell had met someone new,
and Margot was trying to
warn them off him.
[PHONE RINGS]
- George.
- I've got four big boxes here.
- I could use a bit of extra muscle.
- I'll buzz you in.
You all right with that?
Yeah, fine.
Good of you to do this, George.
Doing it for the old man.
He talked a lot about this one.
Felt bad about the way the case
was handled.
You know about the lead detective?
- That was your dad, wasn't it?
- No.
My dad got put on it after
the first guy went crackers.
DI Talbot.
Fair play, he figured out someone
was abducting women
around north London, and when
Margot Bamborough went missing,
she got put into his investigation.
The sad thing is, he wasn't even
the one to put Creed away.
He'd lost it by then, and Dad got
almost nothing from Talbot,
so he had to start from scratch.
What happened to all of Talbot's notes?
He wasn't in any kind of condition
to answer questions.
Long stay on the psych ward.
What did your dad think happened to
Margot Bamborough?
He thought, on balance,
it was probably Creed,
but there's no solid evidence,
and Creed won't confirm or deny it.
What I will say is, if it wasn't Creed,
it was someone who
knew what they were doing.
How's that?
Well, for starters, it's not easy
getting rid of a body, right?
They smell, bones get dug up,
stuck in drains.
But Dr Bamborough vanished.
A five-minute walk in central London,
not even late night, sober, not stupid.
She's never seen again.
For me, that's an argument
against it being Creed.
His flat was full of trophies
and body parts from the seven women
that we know he killed.
Nothing from Dr Bamborough.
- Fancy a look?
- Yeah, why not?
Still recovering from them bloody boxes.
This is called Case Overview
And Persons Of Interest.
Margot Bamborough, GP and partner
at St John's Medical Practice.
Here we have the staff.
We've got Dorothy Oakden, the secretary.
Janice Beattie, practice nurse.
Dr Margot Bamborough.
Dr Dinesh Gupta.
Dr Joseph Brenner.
Gloria Conti and Irene Hickson,
both receptionists.
Gloria Conti sees Margot leaving
the office at 6.15,
running late to meet her friend
Oonagh Kennedy
in the Three Kings pub.
Oonagh confirm Margot's usually
punctual.
Around 6.45, Oonagh calls Margot's home
and speaks to the nanny Cynthia,
who confirms that Margot
isn't at home and hasn't called.
Letter A marks where a struggle
between two women is seen happening
but these women are later
identified as Mrs Fleury
and her elderly mother.
Letter B marks where a witness sees
a white van travelling at speed.
Letter C is St John's Medical Practice.
Suspects.
Roy Phipps.
9pm, Margot's husband Roy
calls the police.
Now, this is good. Listen to this.
These are notes from your dad's
first interview with Roy Phipps.
You told our officers you thought
she might run off with a man
named, uh, Paul Satchwell.
Apparently, that wasn't the case.
Why did you think that at the time?
He was an old friend of hers.
I knew he'd been sniffing around.
So you thought she was having an affair?
I said no such thing.
I suggested it was worth checking.
I went over all this with
Detective Talbot.
Have you not read his notes?
Now, looking at local files,
I can see you experienced
some vandalism around that time.
Car tyres, broken window.
Yobs, that's all.
I won't keep you much longer.
Er
Your alibi for the night
your wife disappeared.
You were ill in bed, and that was
confirmed by your child's nanny.
Is that right?
Yes, that's right.
Can you describe your relationship
to the nanny?
Employer.
And had your relationship to Anna's
nanny ever been more than just?
Cynthia is 12 years younger than me.
- She's 18.
- I have to ask these questions.
She's also my cousin.
Is that a no, for the record?
No.
What?
Roy and Cynthia got
married seven years later.
Oh, classic.
He had a weak alibi.
- Is he still alive?
- Yes, but he's off limits.
Client's orders.
This guy, Paul Satchwell,
might be the reason Roy Phipps
doesn't want to talk about Margot.
He's got an alibi, seen eating in
a cafe in Camden at half six.
Several witnesses. I have to say
that one sounds solid.
Last patient Margot saw before leaving,
patient gave their name as Theo.
Police put out a big call for them
to come forward,
but were unable to trace them.
Finally, this is another patient
of Margot's,
double-glazing salesman
Steve Douthwaite,
described as a ladies' man.
Visited Dr Bamborough three times
in the last week,
believed to have sent her gifts,
which he denied.
Friends said he wasn't actually unwell.
People lie about their health
all the time, though, don't they?
Here we go.
Steve Douthwaite's medical records,
obtained under warrant.
Complained about headaches,
upset stomach,
palpitations, trouble sleeping.
Margot noted stress and anxiety.
A couple of cracked ribs as well.
Double-glazing's a tough trade.
This article came out around
six days after Margot disappeared.
How'd you do that? It took you
about four seconds.
I've got a subscription
to a newspaper archive.
The papers date back right to the 1800s.
"Police are anxious to trace the
whereabouts of Steve Douthwaite,
"who left his flat shortly after
Dr Bamborough was reported missing."
- They find him, though?
- Must have done.
They tracked him down in Waltham
Forest, by the looks of things.
He's interviewed there in February 1975.
I was looking to move even
before the doctor disappeared.
I honestly was.
I've been looking at flats.
Could you tell us which flats
you looked at?
We can check them
with the letting agents.
I'm I'm looking in the paper ads.
And you've no alibi for the evening
Dr Bamborough went missing?
I can't magic one up, can I?
I was home on my own.
I've been having a shit time,
not going out much.
Douthwaite sounds fishy as fuck.
If all of Talbot's notes went missing,
how come this interview's in the files?
I'm guessing it's a local police
station transcript.
Dad did his best to get hold
of any work related to the case,
but he basically had to start again.
There's more.
Listen to this.
Have you been having
any unusual dreams?
- You what?
- Describe your dreams during the period
you knew Margo Bamborough.
[HE STUTTERS]
When was Talbot taken off the case?
March or April 1975.
But they interviewed
Steve Douthwaite twice more.
Suspect analysis concluded
no progress possible
without new evidence. Dead end.
I'll try and track him down.
A lot these people are going to be
in their 70s or 80s.
Start by searching for
death certificates.
It'll save you some time.
Our other suspect is Dennis Creed.
He was caught a year after
the slide deck was put together.
He killed at least seven women.
He lived in Paradise Park,
Islington, and he was active
during the time of Margo's
disappearance.
He's still alive, isn't he?
Do you think we'd be able
to talk to him?
Hmm. He'd string you along for fun.
He's never given up anything useful.
Thank you, George.
I remember Anna Phipps coming
over to our house to talk to Dad.
She must have made quite an impression.
Yeah, pretty girl.
She had all her questions
laid out for Dad, like a pro.
She just couldn't stop crying.
Didn't even remember her mum,
still ripped a hole in her life.
Dad would want me to help.
You need anything from me,
you call me, I'll do it.
DI Talbot's details, if you've got them.
Dad didn't just go mad.
He had an overactive thyroid,
which wasn't diagnosed
until he was in hospital.
He'd had trouble sleeping as well.
Once he was treated, he improved.
Glad he got better.
We need to improve.
Need to get better
at making accommodations,
don't we?
We can't just cast people out
when they get sick. Milk? Sugar?
Yes. The more the merrier. Thanks.
Sorry to go on.
A few of the families blamed him
for screwing up the investigation
of Creed, and it wasn't like that.
He worked incredibly hard on that case.
I was there. I remember it.
How old were you at the time?
Ten.
I stuffed up my eleven-plus.
Not that it mattered.
This is all to help Anna Phipps?
There won't be articles about him?
I'm happy to put that in writing.
He and mum used to go to church,
and I really think that that
influenced his thinking
when he became unwell.
He was looking for evil.
When did you realise how unwell
he was getting?
He started sprinkling salt
..outside our bedroom doors.
Me and my brother.
Well, that's what I mean.
He was always a good man.
He thought that
he was protecting us and
Well, look
..I can show you.
This used to be Dad's study.
He mostly kept it locked.
That's Baphomet.
Hmm.
Mum found him crying in here,
called an ambulance, and that was that.
- Can I?
- Yeah.
- You must have been frightened.
- For him.
Yes.
No, I was.
Mum cleared out this room
while he was in hospital
and when he came home
he never talked about it.
Creed had been caught by then,
so it was all over anyway.
They still hadn't found
Margot Bamborough, though.
Your father did a lot of work
on her case.
Another man redid the work.
Still, I doubt your dad's work
was a waste of time.
And I can't imagine a policeman's
wife junking his case files.
If any of his work survived,
there's a chance it could still
help someone now.
Hmm.
Yes.
I think he would have wanted that.
All I'd ask is, don't judge him.
- I won't.
- You'll say that.
Greg, I've had PTSD.
I've woken up,
convinced I'm being shot at.
It's not just me. My
..friend had a panic attack
while driving.
Nearly killed us both.
I don't judge her for that.
It's just hard when people think
someone you love fell short.
I hope Dad can help you.
Thank you.
- Working late?
- A client turned up.
And I couldn't leave him
in your office on his own, could I?
No, I couldn't.
I'll be off now, though.
Hey, bro.
How have you been?
God, you are hard to get hold of.
I started thinking to myself,
"Now, what would my brother do?
"He'd make an appointment."
I'm happy to pay for it,
so don't be pissed.
No charge.
I do have to work, though.
Pat, are you still there?
Would it kill you to walk next door
instead of shouting for me?
Could you get hold of
a film projector and a screen?
- Please.
- Happy to. 16 mil or 8?
Uh
It's Super 8.
I think she likes you.
[STRIKE CHUCKLES]
Hey, listen
Dad knows he's made a mess of things.
But you got to understand,
when you came along,
his marriage broke up.
The whole scene around the band
got super druggie.
What do you want, Al?
They're dropping a new record
to mark 50 years
and we're throwing a party.
It'd mean the world if you came.
No.
Anything else?
Maybe give him a chance,
because like it or not, he's our father.
And he's trying to make things right.
Al
..I like you.
I don't want to fall out
..but it's a no.
OK.
I love you, bro.
Just think it over.
It looks like Talbot based an
entire theory around the zodiac.
Yeah.
I can't stand all that stuff.
What sign are you?
- No idea.
- Oh, come on.
Everyone knows this star sign,
don't pretend you're above it.
Sagittarius.
Scorpio rising, sun in the first house.
Now, I only know that because
my mum was crazy about that shit.
Hmm.
What the hell does
sun in the first house mean?
It doesn't mean anything.
Look at this, though.
"The killer is Capricorn.
"Capricorn kills Julie W."
It definitely looks like
he had a suspect in mind.
A horned-goat deity.
Try getting one of those to court.
You can be insane and
right at the same time.
Hmm.
Sounds like something you'd read
on a fridge magnet.
I just don't think we can discount
all of Talbot's theories
- just because he got ill.
- If you look at his notes,
he clearly thinks it's a single person
killing women in north London.
To be fair, most people do think
Dennis Creed killed Margot.
Yeah, but there's no proof.
This is someone with an obsession.
It's not good police work.
- I don't
- [DOOR OPENS]
This is the one it needs.
Brilliant. Thanks.
It's £100 deductible if you break it.
Right. Well, I'm not going to break it.
Can't say I didn't warn you.
Could you hit the
lights on your way out?
Happy to.
- She's very efficient.
- You were efficient.
I didn't want to throw you
out the window.
High praise indeed.
Right.
Here we go.
Tenner says it's a home move
with Talbot summoning the dead.
Is that Margot?
Cormoran, what is this?
[PROJECTOR STOPS]
[HE SIGHS]
[FOOTSTEPS]
Sorry to drag you back here,
but you need to see this.
[PROJECTOR WHIRS]
[PROJECTOR STOPS]
That's one of the worst things
I've ever seen.
Are you sure that's Margot Bamborough?
She's the right height and build.
We'll try and find out if Margot
had a scar on her torso.
Husband would know.
Off limits.
Tricky, then.
- What about medical records?
- They were in the files.
Nothing about a scar or surgery.
We found this note in
Margot's personal papers.
"Leave my girl alone, you
"..or I'll send you to hell
slow and painful."
You missed a word.
And you think that's this threat
being carried out?
Looks slow and painful to me.
There's something I want
to take another look at.
- Do you mind?
- No.
I think I've seen the ring
somewhere before.
There.
Oh, shit.
I think it's mostly OK.
- Did you get the picture?
- Yeah.
Where have you seen that ring before?
The Christmas party footage
Dr Gupta sent you.
Those two men by the door.
Yeah. The image isn't great.
The ring's on the same finger.
It's the same size.
Any idea who he is?
No. But they girl they're leaving
with is the receptionist,
Gloria Conti.
As far as we know, she's the last
person that saw Margot alive.
Obviously, we're going to need
to hand this over to the Met,
but that's going to tie our hands.
Can you give us a few days, see
what we can dig up for the client?
It's been a half century.
A few days won't hurt.
When you do bring it in,
it's the first I've heard of it.
Understood.
How are you holding up, Robin?
I don't think I've ever
been so angry in my life.
I don't care if it's been half
a century or half an hour.
That man has to pay
for what he did to her.