All language subtitles for Strike s05e01 Troubled Blood 1.enng

[TV static drones]

[bright tone]

["I Walk Beside You"
by Beth Rowley]

♪ 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 blue ♪

♪ Don't think about it ♪

♪ Never doubt it ♪

♪ I walk beside you ♪

[birds chirping]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- You have one saved message.
[line beeps]

Received yesterday at 10:14.

- I'm not really calling
for anything.

I just hope
you're doing okay down there.

Maybe speak later?

♪ ♪

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

Uh, I-I recognize you
from the papers.

- You're the detective.
- No problem.

- You're probably off duty,
aren't you?

Been watching that sail

but not
in a professional capacity.

- I can see
you're probably on holiday,

- and I don't want to intrude--
- Anna.

You said you wouldn't.

- I know.
I couldn't help it.

- I came out of the loo,
and you just vanished.

I just think I have to try.

Can I ask what this is about?

- I have a case.
- [scoffs]

- 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.

♪ ♪

[lock clicks]

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.

- Didn't leave any details.
- It's okay.

I'm gonna be so late
for Oonagh.

- It's horrible out there.
- Mm.

Good night, then.

Good 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?

♪ ♪

- 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.

[stammers] I know
it's probably hopeless,

but I just feel
I have to try something.

Will you help me?

Please.

[sighs]

[train rumbling]

[phone ringing]

Hiya.

How's Shifty?

- [sighs]
They've been in there

for two whole days--
I've not managed a photo.

Why are the jobs that pay a lot
always so boring?

- I've taken on
a missing-person case--

missing since 1974.

Gonna see the client again
in Falmouth tomorrow.

Oh, I'll drive down.

- It's a long way.
- I don't mind.

I'm already in London.

If I set off now,
I can be in Cornwall by...

next month.

[chuckles]

- Next year
if I get a puncture.

Text me the address.
I'll see you tomorrow.

Yeah.

How's Joan doing?

Results back today.

Okay, let me know.

Yeah, text you the address.

Bye.

♪ ♪

[keys jingling,
engine turning over]

♪ ♪

What do you think?

- We have to see
what the doctors say.

Go from there.

[door opens, closes]

- Lucy had a look
on the Internet.

She says they can treat
almost anything now.

I can do that.

Hello, Joanie.

- Come on, Joanie,
you sit down now.

Don't tell me to sit down.

Well?

What'd 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.
[sighs]

- They in your bag?
- [groans]

You didn't finish the potatoes.

♪ ♪

This pie looks good, Ted.

Ah, thanks.

♪ ♪

When's Lucy gettin' here?

In about an hour.

- We need to get
these potatoes on.

Her boys will be hungry.

♪ ♪

What 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.

- 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.
[keyboard clicks]

I think that's Ollie Boorman
doing the narration.

He was--he was Lear
to my Edmund in Birmingham.

- Walking in there,
uh, you 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.

[crowd shouting]

But the Demon of Paradise Park
offers no answers.

He guards his secrets
and feeds off the pain

he creates with his sins.

[shouting continues]

- 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?

Mm.

- I had a boyfriend
in the late '90s

who I would love to track down.

[both chuckles]

Well, I better get packing.

I've got an early start.
Night.

Night.

[phone ringing]

[sighs]

Hi, it's Matt.

Can you hear me?

- Aren't we meant to be
communicating through lawyers?

- I'm just trying
to save you time.

Emily, I'm not happy
with the settlement agreement.

So tell that to your lawyer.

Yeah, we can do it that way,

as long as you realize
I can outspend you

in legal fees four ti--

Dickhead.

♪ ♪

- I can't run you
out to Falmouth, can I?

I like taking the ferry.

Reminds me
of when we were kids.

- [scoffs]
Wooden death trap.

You'll figure this out,
won't ya?

You're good at that.

[sighs] 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.

[seagulls crying]

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.

See ya in a few weeks.

Stick, I love you.

[sighs]

[indistinct chatter]

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 and his family.

- Their daughter, Anna,
would grow up

never knowing what had
happened to her mother.

[keyboard clicking]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

- Cormoran's
got his ties here now.

- Yeah,
but he's not from here, is he?

- I am talkin'
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, 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, Cor.

I need a few days
to see if we can make it.

Okay.

♪ ♪

- [ferry horn blares]
- [breathes deeply]

♪ ♪

So how's Joan?

[sighs]

It is what it is.

I've got biscuits.

- Thanks, I'm not hungry.
[sniffs]

- Should I talk you
through the case?

- [engine turning over]
- Yeah.

[engine rumbling]

[sighs]

Oh.

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.

Th--there was a book written
by a man called Carl Oakden.

He--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 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 was 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.

Yeah, 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?

- [exhales deeply]
Margot's friend Oonagh

has an 01962 area code--
that's Winchester.

- Drop in on our way back.
- How'd you remember that?

[van door close]

Charlotte.

[car door opens]

[car doors close,
engine turning over]

You've reached

Detective Inspector
George Layborn.

Please leave a message.
[answering machine beeps]

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 they would've done
most of the work already.

They didn't find her, though.

- Hi, Oonagh.
- Hello, there.

- [chuckles]
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.
[door closes]

[scoffs]

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.

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.

[chuckling]
We grew up poor.

Sometimes
a pound in your pocket

was better than all
the fancy academic theories.

Oh, she read those, too.

Oh, yes, she did.

[voice breaking]
She was clever.

[sniffles, cries softly]

I told ya.
[chuckles]

[sniffles]

Go ahead, darling.
Ask your questions.

Maybe you could begin

by telling us
how you got to know Margot.

Okay.

Um...

we, uh--

we met in 1966,

when we started work
at the club.

[indistinct chatter]

- 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 jokin'.

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 laughs]

- 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 fracture descriptors are...

- head, shaft...
- She lived on sugar.

[chuckles]
She did.

And she never put on
an ounce either.

Perfect.

["Louie Louie"
by The Kingsmen]

♪ ♪

♪ Louie, Louie ♪

♪ Oh, no ♪

♪ Take me where ya gotta go ♪

The men loved her.

♪ Louie, Louie ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ Take me where ya gotta go ♪

♪ ♪

♪ A fine little girl... ♪

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
how I'll make it home ♪

♪ Louie, Louie,
oh, 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,
oh, 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 ♪

[moaning]

♪ Louie, Louie ♪

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ Take me where ya gotta go ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... ♪

She lost her head over him.

♪ Louie, oh, no ♪

- [giggles]
- It 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...

heartbroken.

And then she got worried,

because she let him
take pictures of her.

Imagine if they'd shown up
in some dirty magazine--

for 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!

- You ever show
those pictures to anyone,

[knocking on door]

If they ever show up
in print...

Margot!

- I'll go to the police
and tell them all about you.

- [gasps]
- Open the door now,

or I'm calling the police!

[knocking continues]
Open it!

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?

Oh, fuck off.

[door slams]

What was he doing?

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.

[holiday music]

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 gonna 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 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.
- [chuckles]

What are you talkin' about?

- You're a married woman.
You need to behave yourself.

- Ignore her.
She's pissed.

- I'll get you a glass of water.
- 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?

- Oh, she'd never
have left Anna.

I pray that you'll find her.

- I think it's unlikely
she's still alive.

Oh, I know that.

But the dead never
really disappear, do they?

Not while they're loved.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[distant siren wailing]

- The carousel you asked for
got delivered.

I put it in your office.

[object thuds]

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, yeah?

- I'm gonna try and work his PA.
- Keep knowing your hours.

[door opens]

- Morning.
- Hey.

What are we looking at?

- I got in touch with Margot's
colleague, Dr. Gupta.

He's just sent through
the footage he shot

at their 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?
- [knocks]

- Keep it vague--don't want him
to go underground early.

- Mm-hmm.

[both mouthing words]

- [whispering]
When are we doing presents?

- [whispering]
What presents?

- Your partner's birthday
is today.

The rest of us
got her presents.

♪ ♪

Ilsa...

I need an idea for Robin.

♪ ♪

What does she usually wear?

- I have 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, uh,
we could try carnal flower.

No.

- Okay, well,
this one is popular,

and it's really lovely.

- Doesn't that mean--
- In your arms.

Mm.

[phone rings,
camera shutter clicks]

- Strike Detective Agency,
can I help you?

- Happy birthday.
[camera shutter clicks]

Got you these.

- Ah, thank you.
That's nice.

- [sniffs]
- I've not heard anything.

Sorry I'm still in here.

I'm going through
all the stuff Anna gave us.

No.

Could look for somewhere else,
but everything's open plan now.

Is that a problem?

- [camera shutter clicks]
- Thanks so 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.
[camera shutter clicks]

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 ringing]

- George.
- Got four big boxes here.

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.

- [scoffs]
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.

No, my dad got put on it

after the first guy
went crackers--

D.I. 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 that 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?

- [sighs]
In full, 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."

Ah.

Margot Bamborough,

GP and partner
at St. John's Medical Practice.

Here we have the staff.

We've got Dorothy Oakden,
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 confirmed
Margot's usually punctual.

Around 6:45,
Oonagh calls Margot's home,

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 woman are later
identified as Mrs. Flurry

and her elderly mother.

Letter B marks where
a witness sees a white van

traveling at speed.

Letter C is
St. John's Medical Practice.

Suspects...

Roy Phipps.

9:00 p.m., 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've 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 look at the local files.

I can see you experienced some
vandalism around that time--

car tires, broken window.

Yobs, that's all.

I won't keep you much longer.

Uh, your alibi for the night
your wife disappeared, uh...

you were ill in bed.

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 has your relationship
to Anna's nanny

ever been more
than just employer?

- 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 at a café in Camden
at half 6:00--

several witnesses.

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 weren't able 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
medical records

obtained under warrant"--

complained about headaches,

upset stomach, palpitations,
trouble sleeping.

Margot noted
stress and anxiety,

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.

Their papers date back
around 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-I was looking to move even
before the doctor disappeared.

I-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.

- Yeah, I don't--

I've been looking
in the paper ads.

And you've no alibi

for the evening
Dr. Bamborough went missing?

- I can't imagine one up,
can I?

I was home on me own.

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
is in files?

- I'm guessing it's a local
police station transcript.

No, dad did his best

to get ahold 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?

- What?
- Describe your dreams

during the period
you knew Margot Bamborough.

[stammers, scoffs]

- 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 of these people are
gonna 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 this
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 Margot'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.
- Mm.

I remember Anna Phipps
coming over to our house

to talk to Dad.

- She must've made
quite an impression.

- [chuckles] 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.

- D.I. 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 have trouble
sleeping as well.

Once he was treated...

he improved.

I'm glad he got better.

Oh, we need to improve...

need to get better
at making accommodations...

don't we?

Can't just cast people out
when they get sick.

Milk, sugar?

- Yes, more, the merrier.
Thanks.

Sorry to go on.

A few of the families--
they blamed him for screwing up

the investigation of Creed,
and it wasn't like that.

[cup thuds lightly]

He worked incredibly hard
on that case.

I was there.
I remember it.

[utensil clanking in cup]

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--he was looking for evil.

- When did you realize
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...

[cup thuds on counter]

I can show you.

This used to be Dad's study.

Mostly kept it locked.

That's Baphomet.

Mm.

- Mum found him crying in here,
called an ambulance,

and that was that.

- Can I?
- Yeah.

- Must've been frightened.
- For him.

Yes.
[camera shutter clicks]

[sighs] 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 haven't found
Margot Bamborough, though.

Your father did a lot of work
on that case.

- Oh, 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.

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.

[door opens]

[grunts]

Working late?

- [door closes]
- 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.

[chuckles]
How've you been?

God, you are hard
to get ahold of.

[chuckles]

I started thinking to myself,
"Now, what would my brother do?

He'd make an appointment."

I'm happy to pay for it,
so, you know, don't be pissed.

No charge.

I do have to work, though.

Pat, you still there?

- Would it kill you
to walk next door

instead of shouting for me?

- Could you get ahold
of a film projector

and a screen?

- Please?
- Happy to.

16 mill or 8?

Uh...

It's super 8.

- I think she likes you.
- [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,

and the whole scene around
the band got super druggy.

What do you want, Al?

- Well, 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...

'cause like it or not,
he's our father,

and h-he's trying
to make things right.

Al...

I like you.

I don't want a fallout.

But it's a no.

Okay.

I love you, bro.

Just think it over.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

- 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 their 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.
- Mm.

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 looked 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.

- Mm, sounds like somebody
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.

- Well,
if we 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.

- Well, 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 gonna 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.

Taylor says it's a home movie
of Talbot summoning the dead.

[dark music]

♪ ♪

Is that Margot?

♪ ♪

Cormoran, what is this?

♪ ♪

[projector switch clicks]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

[footsteps approaching]

Sorry to drag you back here,
but you need to see this.

[projector whirring]

[projector switch clicks]

- 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.

Right, tricky, then.

- What about medical records?
- They were in the files,

Nothing about a scar
or a 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 it.

Do you mind?

[projector switch clicks,
projector whirring]

I think I've seen the ring
somewhere before.

There.
[projector switch clicks]

[camera shutter clicking]

[sizzling]
Oh, shit.

Looks like it's mostly okay.

- Did you get a picture?
- Yeah.

- Where have you seen
that ring before?

- The Christmas party footage
Dr. Gupta sent you.

[distant siren wailing]

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 the 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 gonna need
to hand this over to the Met,

but that's gonna tie our hands.

Can you give us a few days,

see what we can dig up
for the client?

- It's been half a century.
A few days won't hurt.

When you do bring it in, it's
the first I've heard of it.

Understood.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

How you holding up, Robin?

[inhales deeply]

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.

♪ ♪

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