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So you're saying, before you came here,

you packed skeleton keys.

I didn't pack them for the purpose of this visit.

They were in the car.

We went and got them when we realized we needed them.

Are you aware of the laws regarding people

- carrying lock-picking kits? - Yes, I am. Are you?

Should we talk about Dr. Bhardwaj?

Is the phrase "going equipped to steal" familiar to you?

Thanks for your message. Shall we?

- Uh, we're all done here, sir. - Thank you.

So Vikas Bhardwaj

was one of the creators of "Drek's Game."

Yes, known as Morehouse.

Have you got any idea how long he's been dead for?

Roughly 24 hours.

There are loads of these in the building.

The killer must have been desperate to risk it.

How do you reckon the odds of him wearing a latex mask?

Got nothing dodgy,

but here's Dr. Bhardwaj coming back to his room.

The thing is, we've got him leaving his room an hour later,

and that's all we can find.

Don't see how he gets back to his room again,

when that corridor is the only access.

That isn't Vikas going in and out.

That's the killer in a latex mask.

And that's not Vikas's wheelchair.

Look, the hand rims and the armrests...

Someone probably held the front door for him like they did us.

It's not the Halvening.

It's Anomie using the Halvening's methods.

When he killed Edie, he wanted to set them up.

This time, he's using the same methods

because he knows they work.

We're about to arrest the Halvening.

We've identified a dozen of them,

including Wally Cardew and the man who attacked you in the pub.

We can look to see whether Anomie's connected to them.

Not connected, he used them.

That's why they went looking for him in Comic Con Live.

They wanted to kill him.

Vikas and his girlfriend were making plans to visit us.

Anomie will be going after her next.

- We need to find her. - Do you have their details?

Just a player name in Drek's Game, Paperwhite.

Okay.

I could try talking to Paperwhite in the game.

She just needs to call us or... or the police.

Does she play every day?

She's in there most days, yeah.

Oh, by the way, Jago Ross' daughter

put on Instagram something about going to Kent this weekend.

- I think I should be there. - Okay. Thank you.

The divorce hearing is next week.

I'm in.

Paperwhite's here.

I'll open a private chat with her.

Hey, Paperwhite. Can we talk?

I'll cut straight to it.

You need to call the police.

Why?

Vikas is dead.

Anomie killed him.

Don't troll me.

I chatted to him yesterday and...

You've been banned.

She was halfway through typing a reply.

Anomie must be monitoring private conversations.

It's his game. He's a control freak.

He'll have designed it that way.

At least Paperwhite knows about Vikas.

I'm not sure she believed me.

No, but she'll want to check in with Morehouse.

And when he's not in the game, she'll take it seriously.

We've got to find some way to warn her.

Can we ask Rachel Ledwell to talk to Paperwhite?

They're not that close.

We could try Yasmin Weatherhead, though.

She's a moderator like Rachel.

Let's do that.

- You're in early. - So are you.

In case you hadn't noticed, we're very busy at the moment.

We'd be lost without you, Pat.

- Cup of tea? - Yeah.

You look like you could use a whole pot.

Are we interested in helping find

Merlin's true burial place?

They're offering to share the treasure in lieu of payment.

Stick it on the "maybe" pile.

Oh, can you get me Yasmin Weatherhead's address?

Yeah.

She's not answering her phone.

Get down!

The package started hissing.

You okay?

Stay there.

Police?

I'm at the Strike Detective Agency

on Denmark Street.

We've been sent a parcel bomb.

Yeah, yeah, we're fine.

They're already on their way. Someone else called it in.

I left my e-cig in there.

You can't go in there. Half the ceiling's coming down.

There's the rest of it.

Excuse me. Oh, excuse me.

That's my office up there. I work there.

It's okay. It's okay. Let her through.

Look, they're okay. They're in a coffee shop.

I'm really sorry.

We rounded up most of the Halvening this morning,

including the bomb maker,

but this one got through before we grabbed him.

- Oh, my God. - I'll show you where they are.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Hey, you all right?

She got my door shut before it went off... saved us both.

You're a bloody marvel.

And you make a very good fruitcake.

There's going to be a conversation about a raise.

It'll be a short conversation.

Hmm.

Do you need to stay here to talk to the police?

No, we've done all that.

So, what's the damage?

His bedroom fell on my desk.

That sofa turns into a sofa bed.

You can stay at mine.

Thanks.

I'm going to go and see Yasmin Weatherhead.

We've got to find Paperwhite before Anomie does.

One of us should stay here.

Thank you.

- Sorry. I'm busy. - Obviously you know who I am.

You can't come in. My parents are out.

You're an adult, and either you talk to me,

or your mum and dad are going to come home to find the police

tearing their house apart.

- So what's it going to be? - You can't do that.

That's a breach of my rights.

I've just been blown up for the second time in my life,

so...

I'm not going to argue with you.

Right, five minutes.

And then you have to go.

I don't know if you've heard the news.

13 members of a far-right group have just been arrested.

I don't know anything about that.

The Halvening... not had any dealings with them?

Never. I'm Antifa.

You took information from a member of the Halvening,

and you passed it on to Josh Blay.

Yeah, I was trying to help Josh.

You started a chain of events that led to Edie's murder.

Your friend Vilepechora

likes to send bombs to left-wing women.

I thought he was an actor.

I went to his play, and when I told him who I was,

he just walked off like I was a crazy person, all right?

They lied to me, too.

I'm going to give you another chance.

But if you mess around, if you lie to me,

I'm not just going to call the police.

I'm going to take all the information I have

and give it to every single "Ink Black Heart" forum I can find.

Forget your book.

For the rest of your life,

you'll be Yasmin Weatherhead, literal Nazi.

I want to know who Anomie is, where I can find Paperwhite.

You're still playing "Drek's Game."

Anomie talks to you. What's he been telling you?

- No, he'd kill me. - Well, he might.

Morehouse just got his throat slit in Cambridge.

That's not true.

Vikas Bhardwaj... look him up.

It's in your interest to help me catch him, Yasmin.

He's been making me play as him...

...like, in the game.

He tells me when to log in and play as Anomie.

You've been helping him set up alibis for his murders.

How long have you been doing that?

For... for ages.

Since Edie died.

Do you know anything about Anomie?

No. No, I swear on my life.

- What about Paperwhite? - I don't know who she is.

You told my partner she'd sent some photos of herself

to some people.

Yeah, only the guys.

Who are the male moderators?

The only one left is Fiendy.

Okay.

You need to call DCI Murphy.

That's his card.

Tell him everything you told me.

If Anomie contacts you with any more instructions,

you call me straightaway.

You know how to find me.

Do I... do I keep playing the game?

Yeah, you'll have to.

Otherwise, he'll know something's up.

I'll see myself out.

Call Murphy now.

Ahh.

Hi. This is Rachel. Leave a message.

Hi, Rachel. It's Robin Ellacott.

I remember you saying that you let people online

think your Fiendy character was a guy.

Well, we've been told that a lot of the male moderators

were sent a picture of Paperwhite.

And I was just wondering if there's any chance

that you've been sent one, too.

And even if you deleted it,

please could you check your deleted folder

and see if you've still got it?

It's really important. I'd really appreciate it.

Thank you. Bye.

Why do you assume she deleted it?

I don't. I, uh... I think she might have kept it.

I just... I'm giving her a way to admit she's still got it

without making her feel uncomfortable.

I think you deserve a pay rise as well.

Are you all right, Pat?

Does this happen to you a lot?

Oh, not usually in the office.

- Hi. Nicole. - Hi.

- I'm Robin. - Come in.

Thanks for seeing us.

Uh, can my dad sit in?

Uh, some of what we want to ask you

might be a bit intimate.

Oh, I don't care about any of that.

Yeah, that's definitely me.

How did you get this?

In "Drek's Game," you're friends

with a player called Morehouse, is that right?

What's "Drek's Game"?

"Drek's Game"...

...based on "The Ink Black Heart"?

Oh, right. Yeah, I've heard of that.

I was never really into it.

You're saying you've never played "Drek's Game"?

Definitely not.

Does the name Paperwhite mean anything to you?

Are they using my picture as part of the game or something?

Great.

Dad, I didn't give it to them.

But you did take it.

Yes, for my boyfriend, no one else.

Could I ask who your boyfriend is?

Oh, my ex-boyfriend Marcus.

But he wouldn't have shared it with anyone.

He could have had his phone stolen.

Well, he didn't have his phone stolen,

and neither have I.

I doubt I've even got that photo anymore.

I hope he's kept it. I look hot.

Oh, for God's sake.

Marcus was a drama student. He was surrounded by actresses.

I had to give him something to think about.

He would never share them. He's not that guy.

And we're still mates.

Does Marcus have flatmates?

He lives with his sister.

Darcy's a few years older than him.

She's lovely.

Why would she want to show anyone that picture?

Could we have Marcus's details?

Oh, you're not going to be mean to him, are you?

Give them his damn number.

Come on, don't be like that.

This is one for the memoirs.

Someone has gone catfishing with my pictures.

- What? - Oh, come on, Dad.

Even you must have heard of catfishing.

Someone has been pretending to be me

to get someone else to fall for them.

Have you ever spoken to or messaged with

or had any communication with a Dr. Vikas Bhardwaj?

Okay, wait.

Yeah, here it is. He follows me on Twitter.

He always liked my tweets.

- Did you chat with him? - No.

I didn't really understand why he was following me.

I only post art stuff on that account,

and he's, like, a scientist, right?

He was. He's dead.

Dead, as in...

Murdered...

...in Cambridge.

So this guy Vikas...

...the reason he liked all Nicole's tweets

was because he thought he was in a relationship with her?

Is that what you're saying?

It would appear that way, yes.

- Is my daughter in danger? - Not that I know of.

But it would be best

if you didn't discuss this with anyone.

I looked at some of the stuff Vikas posted.

He seemed like a sweet guy. I hope that I didn't...

You didn't do anything wrong.

We're going to catch the person who did.

I didn't get banned for talking to Paperwhite, did I?

I was talking to Anomie all along.

Anomie created Paperwhite to keep tabs on Vikas

because he doesn't trust anyone.

He gave Vikas someone to fall in love with

so that he'd know what he was thinking.

It was Paperwhite

that suggested they get in touch with us.

As soon as Vikas agreed,

Anomie knew his friend couldn't be trusted, so he killed him.

So brutal.

Are you okay? I saw the bombing on the news.

Yeah.

I'm fine, though.

So are you coming over to mine?

No, I've checked into a hotel.

So sorry. This bed's actually tiny.

You fucking dick.

Yeah, fair play.

You can smoke if you open a window.

Gonna try and give this a proper go.

How do you know when they're done?

What do you mean?

What's the equivalent of smoking it down to the butt?

Oh, maybe they've run out of battery.

You'll have to ask Pat.

Who was your phone call?

Nobody important.

My mum's been on the phone twice already.

The bombing has been on the news.

How's she taking it?

Oh, you know, she thinks I should go home.

You can, um... you can have the drawer if you want.

No, it's okay. I'll have to find a place for myself anyway.

You letting me stay is more...

You can stay for as long as you like.

I never use the sofa anyway. I'm always working.

Thanks.

Joan was very specific about the right size

for a roast potato.

It used to drive me mad.

Well, um, feel free to do it any way you like.

Hmm. Too late for that.

Ah.

Can I borrow your laptop? Mine was in the office.

Uh, yeah. What are you going to do?

Everyone we've cleared of using "Drek's Game"

is back in thanks to Yasmin Weatherhead.

The only thing we've really got is Nicole Crystal's photo.

If she's right and it is nowhere else on the Internet,

then either Anomie's nicked it off her phone

or he's got it off her ex-boyfriend Marcus.

I'm following up with him today.

Right, I, uh... Oh, I'd better go.

Be careful of Jago Ross.

He's an asshole.

Yeah, I will.

It's not just his first wife and their children

he's beaten up.

He's hit other women.

Charlotte told me.

When?

Back when she first started seeing him.

If she knew that about him, why did she marry him?

She thought I'd come galloping into church

to save her.

Their kids are worth saving.

Uh, I'll... I'll keep my distance.

Absolutely no point having it that low.

Don't be such a bloody coward.

Seriously.

- No, Daddy, that's too high. - There you are.

It's too high. She can't do it.

It's not too high. Of course she can do that.

It's too high. She can't do it.

- She doesn't know how to do it. - Don't answer me back!

You are pathetic.

Get in the house now.

Daddy, I can't. It's too high.

Use the bloody whip on him, then.

It's too high!

Come on!

Oh!

My leg! My leg!

Oh, get up.

No, stay down! Stay down.

Who the fuck are you?

I-I think she's broken her leg.

I'll call an ambulance.

Go and get a blanket.

You're okay. It'll be okay.

My leg.

What are you staring at?

I need an ambulance, please.

Your mother'll come and meet you in hospital.

She'll pick your sister up from here.

I need to get back to London, okay?

- Marcus speaking. - Marcus, it's Cormoran Strike.

Did Nicole mention I might call?

She did. Yeah.

I just want to say, I'd never share pics of Nic

or anyone else.

That's scumbag behavior.

I believe you, but can I ask you some questions?

Sure, sure. Anything.

Have you or your sister

ever been into "The Ink Black Heart"?

No, not at all.

It's not bad, but it's not my thing.

They offer me a part in their movie, it's a different story.

You've never had grief from any of the fans?

Why would I?

I recognized one of them being rude

in the comment section of your Twitter.

I mean, that's just social media, right?

Someone's going to hate you just because you exist.

I have to be there because I'm an actor

and casting people take that stuff seriously,

but it's a cesspit.

You can ask my sister.

She's deleted all her accounts.

Yeah, some dickhead posted her private details on Reddit

and called her a criminal bitch.

She had strangers writing to our parents

to call her a whore.

It was fucked up.

What was going on in her life when that happened to her?

Nothing. It was out of the blue.

We were both in London studying.

I was doing drama school. She was at RGM.

I don't know. She's nice to everybody.

She was gutted about it.

Deleted everything and cried for about a month.

As soon as we find out who's responsible,

- we'll let you know. - Thanks, man.

I'll kill him myself if you throw me a name and address.

Be in touch.

- Give me your camera. - No.

You've been trespassing.

Right to roam. Sometimes people get lost.

No need for a performance. Your camera's off now.

Hand it over before you get hurt.

I know exactly who you are.

You're Cormoran Strike's little bitch.

Big day for you.

Why don't you take a break from hurting women

and go fuck yourself?

It's too high. She can't do it.

You are pathetic.

Get in the house now.

Daddy, I can't. It's too high.

Use the bloody whip on him, then.

Had some work done?

I suppose none of us are getting any younger.

Let's get this over with.

I've settled with her.

Corm.

What are you doing here?

And the Oscar for Best Actress...

I didn't know he was coming, actually.

Jago has just offered to avoid court,

and I'm being given an extra 200,000...

199,000 for James and 1,000 for Mary.

Or is a girl even worth that? I don't know.

Not if she takes after her mother.

Huh.

That's my final offer.

I'm only making it to spare my children

having to read about their mother in the future.

Now, what about you?

I want my agency kept out of your shit show.

That's all.

What about the video?

What video?

We've got footage of Jago forcing his daughter

to attempt a jump that resulted in serious injury.

We've also got him hitting his older daughter.

Your ex-wife has seen the footage

and is considering filing for sole custody.

Needless to say, we'll keep the originals.

If my name comes up in court or at any other time,

the tabloids will be sent copies as well.

I never slept with your wife, Jago.

You should know how she works by now.

Don't ever contact me again, either of you.

Corm...

- Thank you. - I didn't do it for you.

I did it for myself and his daughters.

Don't kid a kidder, Bluey.

Look, I'm free of him now,

and you and Madeline are over with,

so let's celebrate.

Let's have a drink...

...please.

It'll probably end up being joint custody thanks to you,

so there'll be plenty of time

where it's just you and me together.

Are you not going for full custody?

I mean, I can if you want me to.

Goodbye, Charlotte.

Robin Ellacott.

Footage is perfect.

Our whole problem is over. Thank you.

I-I just got a call diverted from the office.

It was, um... it was a death threat.

Where are you?

I'm at... at the flat. Where are you?

You need to get out of there. Go to a hotel.

But t-t-they've arrested the Halvening.

Only the ones they know about.

No, I mean, I'm better off here.

The... the... the door's double-locked, the alarm's on.

I mean, if they're outside

hoping that I'll panic and run, then...

Call a cab. Ask for a male driver.

Tell him you'll need help with your bags.

I mean, i-it's probably just someone trying to scare me.

They're fucking terrorists!

Everything they do is supposed to scare

the shit out of people!

And if it's not the Halvening, if it's Anomie...

Can you... can you just stop shouting at me?

Listen to me.

I'll come and get you.

What just happened?

Nothing.

It's your leg, isn't it?

Will you forget about me?

All right, Cormoran, I-I-I will call a taxi.

I will get a male driver... everything you said.

I'll, um...

Meet me at the Z Hotel.

Your muscles are very tight.

Hamstring's gone before.

If I could just get some painkillers...

I have tried to lose weight, but...

Yeah? What's your poison? Curry and beer.

Yeah, you're good at this.

At the very least, you've damaged your ligaments.

You'll have to keep weight off it for four to six weeks.

Ice packs, elevation... I'm sure you know the drill.

Can you, uh, raise the leg for me?

Has it done that before?

It used to spasm after the amputation.

It stopped after a few months.

How long ago was the amputation?

Seven years... IED in Afghanistan.

Okay. You can get dressed again.

Thanks.

It's, um...

...unusual for myoclonus to start up again like this.

I'm getting older. Everything's falling apart.

Are you under a lot of stress?

No more than usual.

Look, you've got other patients to see.

You're my patient now,

and this is relevant to your treatment.

I just need some painkillers, decent ones.

I can give you a week's worth,

but they're not going to fix anything.

You need to work on a proper recovery.

Ah.

Hey.

How did you get on?

I think I know who it is.

Anomie?

He used the same trick to go after Kea Niven

and Darcy Bernard.

Hated them enough to get careless.

Now, there's work to be done to make that stick.

Grant Ledwell lied to us.

We need to get the truth out of him.

He's agreed to see us.

Are you okay?

I've asked Barclay to talk to Darcy Bernard.

I don't want to scare anyone off,

but we don't have enough time to cover it all ourselves.

Anomie knows we're closing in.

If he thinks he's about to get caught,

I'm worried he'll go out like his hero.

- Who's his hero? - Marc Lépine.

Killed 14 women and blamed feminism.

Anomie had several accounts.

He uses the name Lépine's Disciple

- for one of them. - Oh, yeah.

I-I remember that one.

He, um... he sent a question to Josh and Edie.

He asked if they were a couple.

Well, any woman who hurts Anomie's feelings

gets destroyed.

Kea Niven and Darcy Bernard are two of them.

I'm sure there's more.

- Is that for me? - Yes.

Thank you. I need to lie down.

- Do you want me to... - I've got it. I got it.

Here.

I'm worried about you.

You don't need to be.

Apart from anything, how would you defend yourself?

You're saying I'm a dead weight in my own agency.

No, that's not what I'm saying. No, don't twist my words.

You would never let someone else out on a job

in your condition, ever.

It's my decision.

Oh, for Christ's sake.

I don't want to lose you.

And the more you keep pushing yourself,

the more likely that is.

Look, I... I didn't want to say anything,

but you are in pain all the time now.

And if you won't hear it from a friend,

then you need to hear it from your business partner.

I'll sort myself out.

I'm trying.

Just let me get through this.

- Hi, Barclay. - I'm here.

Darcy will be back from work in about an hour.

Try not to scare her.

I'll be on my best behavior. Don't you worry.

Lovely house.

Cheers, but, uh...

...we're not staying.

Decided to go back to Oman...

...better schools, plenty of sunshine,

and nobody watches bloody "Ink Black Heart."

They've got most of the Internet blocked,

which I reckon is a good thing.

Now come on. What's the update?

We're 90% sure we know who Anomie is.

Oh, 90% is good enough for me.

We can't act on it till it's proven.

Oh, come on. Who is it?

The thing is, we're missing a key piece of evidence,

but I'm hoping you can help us with that.

Me?

The call you had with Edie,

the one where she said she thought

Josh Blay was trying to push her out, when was that?

Last year sometime.

Could you be more precise?

June.

Edie rang you on your mobile number?

Yeah.

When was the last time you had spoken before that call?

- Sorry, how is this relevant? - It's relevant.

I'm just going to go and check on Heather.

Might need a bit of good cop, bad cop.

How bad do you want me to be?

Don't be afraid to call me a prick.

I'm going to have to go and help

with kids' bedtime soon, so, um...

Not a problem. We'll be quick.

Have you had any more calls about digging up Edie

and looking at those letters?

No, just the two I told you about...

the first one to Heather, and the second one was me.

- So was it Anomie doing that? - No, it wasn't.

Did they say which letter to look at in particular?

Just said to look at them.

The thing is, when you told me about the call,

you didn't say anything about the letters.

You just told me the caller said, "Dig up Edie Ledwell."

Why would you leave out the letters?

Well, his niece had just been murdered.

Thank you. Exactly.

Well, then later on,

you told me you drove over to give the undertaker

"the sodding thing," singular.

It implies you just gave him one letter, not two.

Yeah, but like your partner says, I've been grieving, so if I got mixed up...

So, when the police ask the undertaker,

will he say he put one letter in the coffin or two?

Well, why would the police ask him that?

Because it's a murder case

and people who lie tend to get caught out.

Cormoran!

You're making it out like Mr. Ledwell

has done something wrong, which is clearly not the case.

I'm so sorry.

Everything you've been through must have been really tough.

Yeah, it's been bloody tough.

And I really don't see what difference it makes

what went into the coffin.

Would you admit that you did put one letter in the coffin?

No, I'm asking how this is relevant?

The police have looked at the phone records,

including yours.

You never had a phone call with Edie about Josh Blay or anything else.

We weren't supposed to tell him that.

I-it's standard procedure.

It doesn't imply that the police think you're guilty.

I have done nothing.

We've established that Edie never called you about Josh.

In fact, there's no evidence that Josh or Katya Upcott

ever tried to push Edie out,

but you clearly think otherwise,

and I think there's a reason for that.

He's not going after you, Grant.

He just needs to know the truth.

There was other circumstantial evidence.

Can I get you chaps some crisps?

Grant was just telling us how he didn't put the letter in the coffin.

Oh, you've told them.

- That's good. - Shut up.

It's good that you've told them to come clean,

because withholding evidence in a murder case...

It's not withholding evidence, Cormoran.

Uh, this is his niece we're talking about.

He was well within his rights

to open that letter and read it.

- That's what I told him. - Go and put the kids to bed!

I am not admitting to reading them,

and I am not admitting to keeping any of them.

So you did keep it.

That's good.

That's good.

Grant, you do need to give us that letter.

It was disgusting what Josh wrote.

And shame on Katya for writing it down.

I would never have buried Edie with that bit of filth.

Could you go and get the letter for us now, please?

We have a-a great relationship with the police.

We'll make sure you're well looked after.

Nicole said someone stole photos off my brother's phone?

It might be the same person

who put your details on that Reddit page.

Yeah, that wasn't great.

Look, I can't make any promises, Darcy,

but can I show you some photos

of people that we've been looking at?

See if you recognize anyone?

Oh, God.

It's him.

You've got to be pretty sick to write that.

Go on.

You read it.

"You told me I'm just like you.

"You made me think you loved me

"and dropped me like a piece of shit.

"If you'd have lived,

"you'd have used and tortured more men for kicks,

"spitting them out once you were bored.

"You are an arrogant, despicable bitch.

"And I want these words to rot beside you.

"Look up from hell and watch while I take control

of 'The Ink Black Heart' forever."

People think that Josh and Katya are harmless.

They've got no fucking idea.

I've got a photo of that list that Katya gave us.

The handwriting's completely different to Katya's.

Hi, Barclay. We're just in the car.

Did you get anything from Darcy Bernard?

She made a positive ID.

She invited him to a party, out of pity, basically.

Then he got pissed off when he found out she had a boyfriend.

She says he sat on the sofa till most people had gone.

Then he tried to jump her in the bathroom.

Her brother had to wade in and kick him out.

Did you confirm how they met?

It was like you reckoned. He was a few years below her.

I, uh... I called the Royal Guild of Music

to ask them to, you know, pretend to check a reference.

Turns out, he hasn't submitted work in a year.

He's told them he's been in hospital.

- When did you call them? - About half an hour ago.

Thank you, Barclay.

Dial the number.

It's important the college doesn't contact his family.

I'm sorry to say that I've already spoken to his father.

Is that a problem?

I'll deal with it. Thank you for your time.

It's Langbourne Road, number 11.

The postcode is NW36MC.

That's Northwest, 3, 6, Mike, Charlie.

Okay. Thank you.

If his dad confronts him about college,

he'll know it's over.

Just have to hope he's not at home.

He's always at home, though.

How long before the police arrive?

At least five minutes.

Hi. Yeah, we're just pulling into the road now,

so I'm going to go and try and contact the family.

Okay, I'm putting the phone down now.

Bye.

- They're not answering. - Nothing we can do.

Wait for the police.

What are you doing?

Don't be a fucking idiot.

Robin! Robin!

Robin!

Robin!

Help me, please!

Strike!

No!

I'll fucking kill you!

- Someone help! - Flavia!

Rape alarm... that's a great idea.

Some women...

...they fantasize about it.

Go on, then.

Give it your best shot.

Aah!

- Flavia! - I'm up here.

- Help your mum. - Okay.

Press down hard.

Aah!

You fucking whore!

If you get a chance to run, do it.

Take off your fucking clothes,

or I'll make you watch me cut their heads off!

Gus!

Put the knife down, son.

He... he stabbed his mother. We need to call an ambulance.

- Get off me. - I've already done that.

He stabbed someone else downstairs.

- Get off me! - Calm down. Stay still, Gus.

You fucking bitch!

Get the fuck off me!

Punctured lung.

Don't talk.

You got the door open...

...even after...

Thank you.

They're here.

Just focus on holding on.

Robin.

Huh?

I...

Uh...

Hi.

How are you?

I'm lucky compared to Josh.

And I know I have to be strong

because he'll need me.

Flavia needs you more than anyone.

They both do.

My poor Inigo.

He loved us so much, and...

...Gus couldn't see it.

Did... did I let Gus down?

I feel like I must have done.

Yeah, I must have.

I came in earlier, but you were...

On a lot of morphine.

They've reduced it.

I understand how people get used to it.

I've brought you nicotine patches...

- Mm. - And a flask of tea.

And Pat made you another fruitcake.

Always liked that woman.

You can chuck that in the bin.

We broke up.

Oh.

- I'm sorry. - I'm not.

What did the police find?

In Gus's room?

Oh, well, latex masks, a Taser, knives,

all hidden under the floorboards.

He played a recording of cello practice

to keep his parents off his back while he played the game.

Was he bugging them?

Yeah, he bugged the living room,

and every conversation Katya and Josh had, he recorded it.

And they found the letter from Josh to Edie, the real one.

And Flavia saw Gus swap it for the one he had written.

Yeah. How did you know?

It could have only been her making those calls

about Edie's coffin.

Yeah, she used a-a voice-change app.

She was terrified that Gus'd find out she'd told someone.

I think she's the only one in the Upcott family

who had any sense of what Gus was.

Clever girl.

If I hadn't gone in the house, you wouldn't...

If you hadn't gone in,

Gus would have killed Katya and Flavia

before the police got there.

If I'd have known you were going to follow me in...

I'll always follow you in.

Been to the office yet?

Um, no, not yet.

I'm going to go in this afternoon.

I've asked for some changes.

- Hot-pink walls. - Hmm.

Leopard-skin carpets.

No, I finally sorted something out.

It's an improvement.

Hmm.

I better get going, then.

If you're up for it, you could come back later.

I've got fruitcake and nicotine patches.

Make an evening of it.

Um, well, actually...

I can't tonight because I've, um...

I'm going on a date.

DCI Murphy asked me out.

Seems like a decent bloke.

Can I come back tomorrow?

Yeah.

Great.

See you tomorrow, then.

Mm.

It must have been frightening.

I don't remember feeling that.

The last thing was...

I was trying to tell Robin...

I couldn't get the words out.

Trying to tell Robin what?