All language subtitles for Strike - S02E01 - Episode 1 (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

( grunting )

( gas hissing )

( gas continues hissing )

( music playing )

♪ 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. ♪

I just--

I don't--
I don't understand
how you can still love me.

( crying )

( crying continues )

Built for stamina, me.

( chuckles, sniffles )

- ( knocks )
- Robin: Cormoran?

- What's that?
- Are you awake?

Uh, it's 9:40.

- ( groaning )
- You've got clients waiting.
I thought you'd want to...

I'll be five minutes.
The alarm must have...

Can you offer them
a cup of tea or something?

Yeah, we're on
second cups already.

Okay, offer them
a biscuit.

That always makes
people feel special.

Right.

( sighs )

( indistinct chatter )

( phone ringing )

( knocking )

Reading it again?

So, Daniel,
I'm off.

I've done a letter
for the HR people.

Don't try
to dissuade me.

- ( sighs )
What's this about?
- Look, no, no.

Please don't.

It's effective
immediately,

et cetera,
et cetera.

Morning.

15 minutes late.

Bet the army wouldn't
let you get away with that.

If you didn't have
such a good-looking secretary,
I'd have left.

Good morning.
How can I help you?

Hey, excuse me.

I'm not waiting.

Robin, would you make up
Mr. Baker's final bill?

But you're not finished.

We are.

I'm sure
you can find somebody
who doesn't mind

having a tosser
for a client.

Come this way.

I need you to make
a phone call.

- One phone call?
- I can pay.

Your girl said
what your rates are,

and if the call's
not longer than
five minutes,

then I've already
got the money on me.

My husband's gone off
to a writers' retreat

and he'll have told them
not to pick up to me,

so I just need you
to get him on the line

and then I can tell him
to come home.

Could a friend
not do this for you?

My neighbor, Edna,
can't do it because
she's a woman.

He's gone off before,

only this time
it's been ten days.

And our girl's
missing her daddy

and getting upset,
and we need him back.

Have you got the number
for this retreat?

Bigley Hall.

He's always talking
about that one.

( touch-tones beeping )

- What's his name?
- ( line ringing )

Owen Quine.

He's a very famous
and good novelist.

Morning.
I'm calling
for Owen Quine.

I know Mr. Quine
sometimes asks for
his calls to be screened,

but these are
medical test results,

so he really needs
to take this one.

Okay. Thanks.

He's not there.
I believe them.

There's no charge.

Sorry we couldn't
help you.

I'll see you out.

No charge.

( door opens )

How's the day looking?

Well, surveillance
on the Gunfrey place,

then I'm pulling
town hall records
on the Stokes

while you see
Mrs. Ingles
in Chelsea.

And then at 4:00

you're due to follow
Mr. Abingdon from work,

which I reckon
will take about
two hours,

which will lead us
to 6:00 and drinks.

Drinks?

With Matthew.

It's been pushed back twice.
Please tell me you've--

Yeah. Drinks.
Great. Fun.

Can you text me
Caroline Ingles'
contact details?

Sure.

Can you find him?

Strike:
I'm afraid
we haven't the capacity

to take on
another client.

If you're worried,
you could maybe try
calling the police.

Yeah, they can trace phones
and track bank card usage,

things we can't do
without breaking the law.

Yeah, but I called
the police before,

and then he showed up
in a hotel with some girl

and everyone got upset
how I'd wasted police time.

I got a photo of him.

His agent, Liz,
will pay.

Owen's her best client.
She loves him.

She can take it
out of his next commission.

Please.

Absolutely not.

Leonora can find
her own damn husband.

( coughing )

Excuse me,
um...

end of flu.

It's been hellish.

And anyway,
I fired Owen.

I'm not sure
Leonora's aware of that.

Was there
any particular
reason for it?

Owen has written
a very thinly disguised
slandering

of the people who've
tried to help him.

He attacks
his publisher,

his editor, me,
other writers.

It is a thinly disguised,
nasty little allegory

that deserves
nothing but burning.

And I say that as someone
who loves books.

Ralph!

Girl:
He's out with Beau!

Mmm.

Owen would like
nothing better

than for a search party
to be sent out to find him.

I shan't pay
for his PR.

Now if you'll
excuse me.

That's him there,
isn't it?

Oh, yeah.

That's, um...

me, Quine,

Andrew Fancourt,

Joe North.

My first
three clients.

You represent
Andrew Fancourt?

- He sells a lot of books,
doesn't he?
- Mm-hmm.

Out of the three writers,
Andrew and I have parted ways,

and...

Joe is dead.

AIDS.

Do you think Quine
might be staying
with friends?

He hasn't
got any left.

Well, he teaches
creative writing.

That supplies him--
what a phrase that is.

It supplies him

with a fresh pool
of wide-eyed sycophants.

( whimpers )

- Ralph: I'm not sure
he's very well.
- Liz: I know.

His poos
are like boulders.

( Beau whimpers )

Hey.
Get him some fiber.

And, um, a mint tea.

For his bowl?

For my throat.

For God's sake,
for the dog?

Apparently he took
a first in English
at Warwick.

I'm minded
to call them
to check.

I won't waste
any more of your time.

Just a few more
questions.

When was the last time
you saw Quine?

( clears throat )
We had lunch together.

We ate at Congreve's.

By then I'd had
some very angry calls

from Daniel Chard.

I have never
not read a manuscript
before sending it off,

but just for once,
I skimmed a few pages

and told Ralph
to send it off.

Unforgivable.

I went to stay with
a writer friend of mine,
Dorcus Pengelly.

That's her real name.

Once I had read
what the book contained,

I fired him.

- In the restaurant?
- Mmm.

How did he take
the news?

Poorly.

Before you judge me
for that,

I'll have you know that I was
one of the very few friends

he had
in this industry.

Have you met
Orlando?

Is that the daughter?
No, not yet.

She's sweet.

Had a hard start
in life.

The state is niggardly
with those

needing more help
than average.

Perhaps you've
discovered that
for yourself.

( coughs )

I hope you feel
better soon.

Owen on video:
It will tell my story,

as all my books
have done.

I draw upon
my disagreement

with Andrew Fancourt.

The end of a literary era.

I'm putting together
a pack on Quine for you.

He's a very important writer,
according to himself.

Those any good?

Uh, he's not a fan
of short sentences.

I managed about ten pages,
then had to take a break

before I gave myself
a migraine.

Should I contact
Liz Tassel about billing?

No. She won't
be paying.

I would like
to help his wife,

but it will
mean turning down
some paid work.

Well,
it's your business.

When we're
out of debt...

( sighs )

I know
you're worth more

than I'm currently
paying you.

It'll be
a nice change

trying to bring
a couple back together

instead of helping
people divorce.

Yeah, I thought
that, too.

Right.

I'm off
to Islington now.

Surveillance
on the Gunfrey place.

I'll swing by
Leonora Quine's first.

Can you make a start
on those searches?

Will do.

Don't forget drinks.

I won't.

- See you at 8:00.
- 6:00!

- We're meeting at 6:00!
- 6:00!

( grunting )

( knocking )

Uh, Leonora, dear,
I really must be...

( door closes )

Cormoran Strike,
private investigator.

God, has it come
to that already?

Jerry's Owen's editor.

He's one
of the good ones.

'Course, we all
do worry about him.

Mmm.

You ring me as soon
as he shows up,
all right?

( kisses )

Nice to meet you.

Did you smell
the wine on him?

I got woozy
just talking
to him.

Nice he popped round,
though.

( knocking )

Andrew.

Have you read it?
Did he send it to you?

What do you want?

I fired Owen.

As soon as I read
"Bombyx,"

I told him
it was despicable.

I wanted you
to know that.

I haven't read it.

( Beau whimpering )

Your dog is shitting
on my lavender.

( whimpering continues )

Strike:
It's possible your husband

is seeking publicity
for his new manuscript.

Or he could be
genuinely upset

at being fired
by his agent.

He's her best client,
though.

He's really good.

Liz came over to see him
last week and all.

Back in the day,

she chose him
over Andrew Fancourt.

Why'd she go
and fire him now?

I think he insulted

a lot of the people
she works with.

A hotel for ten days
would be expensive.

Can you think of anyone
he might be staying with?

He's had girlfriends
as well as flings.

He always says,
"That's that. No more,"

every time,
and I always
believe him.

So, yeah, he's probably
shagging some girlfriend.

And I still
want him home.

( knocking )

( camera beeping, clicking )

( siren wailing )

You're stinking
my flat out!

( distant dog barking )

- ( chatter )
- ( music playing )

Matthew.

- Hi.
- Cormoran.

Who needs a drink?

No, it's table
service here.

In a pub?

( laughs )

Matt comes here
quite a lot.

Yeah, the food's
all right.

It's no Mango Tree,
but it passes.

Mango Tree?

Yeah,
Thai place.

Any good?

Yeah, if Thai
is your thing.

Did you watch
the rugby?

No. What happened?

England-Wales.

Do you want
to know the score?

Okay.

England: 16,
Wales: 5.

Matt played rugby
for Yorkshire Under 16s.

- Ahh.
- Yeah.

Do you play anything?

Um...

like, did you
before you, you know?

Uh, well,
I used to be the European
hopscotch champion,

but can't do that
anymore.

Funny.

We'd like
to invite you to...

In eight weeks?

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah.

It's exciting.

So...

how long have you two
been together?

Nine years.
Yeah.

Yeah, we went
to school together.

Yeah, she was
the only half-fit girl
with a brain, really,

so I had no choice.

( chuckles )

What about you?
Have you got a girlfriend?

No, no.
It's, uh...

Not for a while.

I might head
to the bar.

- Um...
- Robin: We're, um--
we're...

working on
a missing persons case.

Sounds like most
of the work's watching
married people cop off.

I said to Robin,
"You should be called
'privates investigators.'"

That's not all we do.

We're actually quite busy
at the moment, aren't we?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Gonna have to take on
a new investigator.

Matthew:
How do you find one?

We advertise.

Probably go
with ex-police.

They tend to have
useful relationships.

I'm gonna go to the bar.
What can I get you?

- Yeah, same again,
please.
- Yep.

Robin?

Uh, oh, um, uh,
white wine, please.

Yeah.

Uh, white wine,

one of those
Czech beers,

and, um, can I get
a pint of that?

I felt a bit
sorry for him,
to be honest.

He's not an easy
conversationalist,
is he?

What's up with you?

Nothing.
Just, um...

him talking
about taking
someone else on.

Yeah, but not
for your job.

He just needs
another one of him.

Yeah.

I suppose
I just thought

I'd move
up the ladder there.

( sighs )

( rain pattering )

I mean, I never
bloody see you.

- You're bringing in
next to no money.
- Fuck's sake!

Told you it would be tough
at first building up an agency.

I'm pregnant.

Morning, Venetia.

Morning.
How did you kn--

It's on
the invitation.

Oh, mmm.

I was conceived
in Venice.

Good noodles
at that pub.

I think I've got
something.

You said
his only friends
were his students,

so I looked up
the class he teaches.

They put out
a publication
each year

showcasing
the students' work

with contact details
and web links.

One of them

has a blog about
her erotic fiction

full of cozy mentions
of her and TGW,

the great writer.

Her name's
Kathryn Kent.

Sounds promising.

What did you think
of Matthew?

Nice bloke.

Are you Kathryn Kent?

- Yes.
- I'm looking
for Owen Quine.

- I thought
he might be here.
- Ha! No.

- Not a fan?
- He can go to hell.

I'm an investigator.

His wife's
very worried
for him.

Thought he might
be staying with you.

You took
his writing class,
didn't you?

We were friends.

He said he'd write me
into his new book.

And then he posted a copy
through my door.

I hope I never
see him again.

( door closes )

Strike:
It's an odd one, though.

Sending it
to his girlfriend,
knowing it'd hurt her?

It seems nihilistic.

It's like
a suicide note.

Railing against the world
that called your last novel

"sphincter-clenchingly awful."

( laughs )

Is that
a real review?

That was one
of the better ones.

( scoffs )

I'm heading to Leonora's
to ask some more questions,

so do you want to come?

Uh, I can't tonight.

Yeah, okay.

Oh!

I've done
the searches.

Might be worth
asking her

about her husband
co-owning a house
on Talgarth Road.

I know.

Yeah, but he never goes there.
I don't even know if--

Strike:
Might have been
worth mentioning,

given he's been missing
for nearly a fortnight now.

He owns it
with Andrew Fancourt,

so he can't ever
do anything with it.

Their mate Joe
left it to them
when he died

and sometimes
they get it rented out
to artists and that,

but mostly Andrew won't
let them make money off it

just to piss Owen off.

( keys jingle )

Here you are.

He won't be there.
It's a wreck.

Did he leave you a copy
of his new manuscript,
by any chance?

Oh, yeah.

He left it for me
by the front door.

He knows I'm not gonna
read it like that.

I only read them
when there's a cover
and it's proper,

even if he reckons
it's good.

So, he posted this
into his own home?

I don't know.
It was on the doormat.

It was just sat there.

I can't see any box files
for "Bombyx Mori."

Oh, there will be.

He's always
getting some idea

and it has to go down
before he forgets.

Apart from
Jerry and Liz,

have you had any visitors
since Owen disappeared?

His publisher rang,
but he didn't come over.

People don't, really.

Do they, Dodo?

Do you like
to draw?

Yes.

And I take things.

Yeah, we talked about that,
didn't we, Dodo?

She pinches things
and sticks them
in her monkey.

( laughs )

Who's that man?

He's helping us
find Daddy.

- I want Daddy! ( crying )
- Oh, I know you do, pet.

Say what you like
about him,

but Owen does
a good bedtime story.

Shh.

My name
is Cormoran Strike.

That's not a name.

I was named
after a Cornish giant.

Could I borrow this?

Go for your life.

( door closes )

Hey, babes.
How was work?

The FSA are
bringing in new regs,

so we have to get
on top of that

- along with
the client business.
- ( keys clatter )

I've had Mom on the phone
complaining about a headache.

Is she all right?

Yeah, just short
on attention.

That's
a good-looking omelet.

( grunts )

( crowd cheering )

( TV mutes )

( indistinct voices
whispering )

( bone cracks )

( grunts )

- ( thunder rumbles )
- ( screaming )

( voices chanting )

( screeching )

( screaming )

( gasps )

( screaming )

( crowd cheering )

Come on, then.

Robin, I'm going
to Quine's house
on Talgarth Road.

Give "Bombyx" a read,
would you?

See if you can make
any sense of it.

( phone ringing )

Cormoran Strike's office.

Yes, I am so sorry,

but he was detained
on another case.

Yeah, well, he can still
see you tomorrow.

Okay, I'm so sorry
about that. Bye.

Oh...

( exhales )

- ( knife slicing )
- ( bones crunching )

( rope creaking )

( shutter clicking )

( footsteps approaching )

He's dead.

I found his body
at that address.

- Police are there now.
- Oh, my God.

Does his wife know?

Police are there, too.

It was a really odd
murder scene.

It's quite disturbing.
Pictures are pretty grim.

- ( phone ringing )
- Uh...

( ringing stops )

Sorry.

Jesus.

It's demented--

gutting someone
and taking their
intestines away.

Uh...

you have to read this.

Look at
the last chapter.

You finished it already?

Well, I skipped to the end.
I always do.

Read it.
Go on.

( man hyperventilating )

( evil laugh )

- ( man whimpering )
- ( rope creaks )

( screaming )

( muffled chanting )

- ( flesh hissing )
- ( indistinct murmuring )

The hero dies in exactly
the same way Quine did.

Tied up,
guts torn out.

It must be
the grimmest
part of the book,

and someone made him
reenact it.

( phone ringing, buzzing )

Sorry, I'm just
going to, um...

Hi.
Are you okay?

When?

Where are you now?

Right.
I'll-- I'll come
straightaway.

Okay, I love you.

Everything okay?

Matt's mom
just died.

Um...

Uh...
she had a stroke.

Tell him
I'm sorry,
will you?

Yeah.
Um...

I-- I'm gonna
get the tube,

and then
I'll, um...

I'll call you
later.

Mystic Bob!

Hello, mate!

Ah! It's good
to see you.

I pulled a few strings
to get the case once I heard
it's one of yours.

How are you?
How's the fiancée?

- We broke up.
- No.

Shit.

Sorry, mate.
What--

How's the case looking, Rich?
How about forensics?

Time of death's
gonna be a bastard.

Guts are missing,
so there's no last meal
to date,

and then there's
acid everywhere.

Even the flies
stayed off the body,
so we've got no maggots.

Neighbor saw
a woman in a burqa
coming out the property

about ten days ago
with a sports bag.

Burqa's not
a bad disguise.

Do we assume
the bag was full
of Quine's intestines?

Assume so, yeah.

We'll have the dogs
search the rubbish dumps.

We've got a suspect
as well.

The wife.

He was having
an affair,

probably gonna
leave her.

But if he dies,

she gets a nice
insurance payout.

She's got a key
to this place.

All adds up.

I don't think she had
the ingenuity

to pull off
something like this.

And she hired me
to find him.

You don't have
the full picture, mate.

We talked
to the neighbors.

Massive argument
in the street the night
before he goes.

Did she tell you that?
And get this.

Before
she married him,

worked in her
uncle's butcher shop
in Hay-on-Wye.

- Ooh.
- Gutting pigs, the works.

Oh.

This is my mate,
Cormoran.

Ex-SIB.

The bloke
that saved my life.

Hi.

I've heard
lots about you
from Richard.

He had just finished
a manuscript for his new book.

It makes some very
unpleasant allegations
about people he knew.

Each of them has a motive,
if that's what you're
looking for.

But only
if they read it.

The killer
definitely did.

Quine was killed
in the exact same way

as the hero
from his book--

tied up, gutted,
laid out to be eaten.

Bloody hell.

Is Leonora Quine in it?

Yes.

Not hard for her
to get a look

at his work
in progress.

( sighs )

( sighs )

( crying )

Leonora:
She's upset.

It's all the coming
and going.

They asked her
questions.

I told them
what she's like,
but they still did.

I'm sorry
for your loss.

Yeah, that's what
they said as well,

but with them
you can see it's like
they have to say it.

I can't do much more
for you now, Leonora.

This is a murder case.

There's no charge
for the work we've done,

so please don't worry
about that.

Shush!

They dug out photos.

These were private photos,
and they were all like,

"Look, there's him
tied up by you,"

and I'm saying,
"Yeah, but that's
what he likes."

How's that mean
anything to anyone?

I can recommend
a good lawyer.

She's an old friend
of mine.

If they
question you again--

Why have I got to pay
for a lawyer now?

All I ever done
was look for him!

I want it quiet!

It's all right,
Dodo.

- It's all right.
- ( crying )

Let's do...

a cloud.

( crying )
I want Daddy!

What goes on
in a cloud?

- Daddy!
- A bird?

A blue bird?

Or a red bird?

Red.

There's a red pencil
for you, then, Dodo.

Now, you put it there.

( sobbing )

( door slams )

I'm a bit scared
that they're gonna
take me away from her.

She can't manage it.

It's only ever been
me and Owen.

That's great.
Thank you.

- What time's
your train?
- 11:00.

Do you think
you could get
the day off?

Yeah, I'd like to.
Um...

I'll ask.

( knocking at door )

How long
have you been up?

You sent me an email
at 5:00 a.m.

The police think
Leonora killed Quine.

She needs our help.

- How's Matthew?
- He's, uh...

A funeral's
already arranged.

He's going up today.

Take whatever time
you need.

We've been getting
a lot of complaints
from clients.

The work with Leonora
has really put us back.

( sighs )

I'm making a list
of people we know

who've been ridiculed
or slandered in the book--

Leonora,
Liz Tassel...

Succuba
and the Tick.

Yeah, judging by
how angry she is,

I'm guessing
Kathryn Kent's
in there, too.

I think she's Harpy.

I know what he says

about the three of them
is really cruel,

but there are others
that come off a lot worse.

Well, Liz mentioned
the book was attacking
his publisher, Daniel Chard.

He could be the Cutter,

Phallus Impudicus,
Vainglorious.

One of the really
nasty ones.

Chard called me
this morning.

He doesn't wanna risk
meeting us in London

and he's paranoid about
his phone being tapped,
which is probably sensible,

so I'm gonna have to
meet him in bloody Devon.

I'll need a hire car
booked for tomorrow.

I'll drive us.

Are you sure?

I can probably manage
with an automatic.

No, I'm sure.

I'll drive us,
definitely.

I'm really sorry.

I'm not gonna be able
to get away today.

We're just so overstretched
on this case we're working on

and I've got a meeting
at the British Library
tomorrow

that I tried
to move, but...

Anyway, the good news
is it's round the corner
from the station

and I've got a ticket
for the 8:00 p.m.,

so I will be with you all
as soon as I can.

I'm sorry, Matt.

Give my love
to your dad,

and, uh,
I love you.

( sighs )
Why does he have
to live in Devon?

At least
it's not Cornwall.

Ah, thanks
for coming.

Hi.

Um, would you...

- We're shoes off,
if you don't mind.
- Ah, no problem.

( chuckles )

Oh, sorry,
I'd forgotten.

Um, why-- why don't
you leave yours on?

Robin:
Is your foot
all right?

Relatively speaking.

- Relative to mine?
- Oh, no!

I mean it's a sprain,
that's all.

Tea? Coffee?

Coffee would
be great.

Manny?

Would you please

make coffee
for our guests?

( chuckles )

He doesn't like it
down here.

He wants to be
back in London.

Horrible news
about Quine.

How are
his sales?

Oh, improving.

Look, what I have to say
is confidential.

Would you mind
waiting in the kitchen?

Sure.

Look...

I am fairly
confident--

well, I mean,
almost certain--

that "Bombyx Mori"
is not the work
of one person.

Quine must have had
an accomplice.

How can you tell?

Well, the style
seems like his,
certainly, but...

some things in it I doubt
he could possibly have known.

And I've been in books
all my life.

A writer's voice
is particular.

Hard to substantiate.

I know.

If you can prove,
definitively,

who authored
the book,

I'll pay you
£10,000.

I hate gossip.

And believing that
maybe someone I know

told Quine
private things
about me...

Have you read
"Bombyx"?

I have.

Well, it's especially
savage about me

and about the writer
Andrew Fancourt.

I asked Andrew
to join me in suing
to prevent publication,

but that seems moot

since Quine has been...

- you know.
- Disemboweled?

Yeah.

What does Quine allege
about you both?

Well,
in Andrew's case,

he implies
that Andrew himself

wrote a nasty parody
of his late wife's novel.

She killed herself
over it.

Andrew found her
on the kitchen floor

with the parody
pinned to her chest.

Has Mr. Fancourt
read "Bombyx"?

No, but I gave him
the gist.

Fancourt and Quine
were close before
they fell out.

Who have you been
talking to?

Liz Tassel.

She represented
them both...

for a while.

Liz told everyone
that Quine was a genius

and she had
a huge crush
on Andrew.

Not a woman
who always gets it right.

And not least

in sending out
"Bombyx Mori."

I'm just going
to use the loo.

Are you
friends of his?

We're private investigators.

I didn't push him
down the stairs.

He fell.

Okay.

Are the toilets
this way?

It's downstairs.

I'm just trying to think
if there's anything else
I need to ask.

- Uh...
- ( sucks breath )

Um, look,
I have a call
with New York.

I'm sorry the coffee
didn't materialize.

Manny's
a little bit...

well...

Oh!

Take a look
at Jerry Waldegrave.

He'll be
at our centennial party.

I'll put you
on the list.

I need to retrieve
my assistant.

Oh, yes.
Manny?

Forget about
the coffee.

Would you
please fetch

Mr. Strike's
assistant?

All done,
Mr. Strike?

Think so.

Come on, then,
speak your mind.

Really,
I'm fine.

Chard ended up telling me
a lot of useful things.

- The book might have had
multiple authors.
- Hmm.

I get the impression
Quine knew a lot of
damaging stuff,

so maybe he was killed
to stop further revelations.

Chard avoided telling me
what Quine knew about him.

I can guess, though.

I wasn't gonna
stop him talking

by picking him up
on his manners.

No, it's really--
it's not about that.
It's just...

What do you
want from me?

As in...?

I mean, what were
you intending

when you hired me?

Because...

I've been working
really hard.

I know.
I've noticed.

You said you're gonna
take on another investigator.

Okay, okay.
Listen, just...

You mightn't like
what I'm gonna say,

but just let me
get it out.

I did take you on
thinking I could
train you.

'Course I didn't have
the money for that,

but I reckoned
you could learn
on the job

until...

You're getting married
to someone who hates
you doing this.

I'm not gonna ask you
to ruin your marriage
over a job.

Have you told Matthew
about today?

No, not yet.

I need a partner who can
share the long hours,

who can give up their weekend
at the drop of a hat.

I wouldn't ask that
of an assistant,

but I demand it
of a partner.

That's what broke me
and Charlotte up
in the end.

Amongst other things.

She hated what I do.

I hate that when
she finally demanded
I choose,

I chose the job
over her.

If it's what
you really want,

then I'll put you
on a surveillance course
when I get the money,

but I'm not spending that
on an assistant.

That is what I want.

This is what I love.

( chuckles )

Then cheer the fuck up
and give me that sandwich
if you're not going to eat it.

It's not
a good sandwich.

- Too much onion.
- There's no such thing.

Uh...

can we get going?

If I don't make my train,
I'll miss the funeral.

Don't!

Go-- let's just go.

Bollocks.

I'll see
what's happening.

( Robin sighs )

- Sorry about this.
- Well...

They're not gonna
be able to get in
to tow it out.

It's an idiotic place
to break down.

( sighs )

( lighter clicking )

Can you open
that gate?

Why?

Just can you?

- ( door closes )
- ( engine starts )

Hey, this is a bit--

I-- I've got this.
Trust me.

Where did you learn
to drive like that?

Oh, I've, um--
I've always loved driving.

I used to practice in the field
with my uncle doing the pedals
before I could reach them.

Yeah, but that wasn't
just enjoying driving.

I, um, did an advanced
driving course...

- ( phone chimes )
- ...the year I left uni.

Something to do.

Got me out
of the house a bit.

Signal's back.

( over phone )
Andrew Fancourt here.

I have no comment to make
on "Bombyx Mori."

I haven't read it
and I don't intend to.

And nor do I have
any valedictory words
for Owen Quine.

I disliked him
both as a man and as a writer.

I hope that helps.

Oh.

I can't just leave her,
can I?!

Is there anyone
you can call?

Oh, God!
This isn't happening!

Come inside, loveheart.
You have to.

- Be good for Edna.
Be a good girl.
- She will.

- Call him! Tell him
what's happened!
- Edna: I will.

( sobbing )

I'll be
home soon, Dodo.

I promise.

( sobbing )

( Dodo sobbing )

Thank you.

Thanks.

Bye!

( indistinct announcement
over P.A. )

( whistle trilling )

( sighs )

Strike:
Excuse me.

Do you know
how to drive?

Woman:
Yeah.

I'll pay you
20 quid

if you drive me home
in this car.

( sighs )
And, uh, why can't
you do it?

I've only got
one leg

and my driver
had to go home.

Do you want
more money

or is it the situation
as a whole

that's making you
hesitate?

- ( exhales )
- ( phone rings )

Excuse me.

Arrested
or charged?

( music playing )