Original subtitles

( music playing on radio )

♪ I plot ♪

♪ Your rubric scarab ♪

♪ I steal... ♪

Robin: Before you say anything,

it's like a family heirloom,

and it still drives really well.

♪ I want... ♪

Can't see Matthew driving to work in this.

No. He's desperate for an Audi.

♪ Baby tonight ♪

♪ Baby tonight... ♪

Did you ever have a pony?

Why?

This feels like a Land Rover

that's done a lot of gymkhanas.

♪ And you know ♪

♪ I will not apologize... ♪

Are you sure you don't want me to come?

The client's asked to see me alone.

♪ I'm making a career of evil... ♪

Thanks for the ride.

♪ I'm making a career of evil ♪

♪ I'm making a career of evil. ♪

Sorry I'm late. Work.

Oh! Does he keep you out late every night?

Thanks.

We're just busy at the moment.

- Are you still just temping? - No, I've gone full-time.

Yeah, but she's paid less than when she was there on agency fees.

Well, money's not everything.

Sarah: He's a bit beaten-up looking.

But then that looks good on some men, doesn't it, looking a bit used?

Yeah, most of us chaps are a bit second-hand at this point.

I think a second leg might be higher up Cormoran's list.

( laughter )

( button clicks )

Is it still just the two of you in the office?

Oh, well, he's out most of the time.

So, Sarah, how's your work going?

Automated voice: Doors opening.

Doors closing.

Hello?

( 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. ♪

Strike...

( pounding )

Oh. Hello.

Cormoran Strike.

Oh. Ellacott. That's me.

Hiya.

Strike: Any post?

Bills mostly.

Have you picked up your email?

There's a new client request.

Thinks his girlfriend's cheating.

Can we fit him in?

Oh, I'm not sure we've got time.

She's a LSE student and a part-time stripper on Tottenham Court Road.

I suppose it depends how often she's cheating.

I'll call him now and give him our rates.

( phone ringing )

Cormoran Strike's office. Robin speaking.

Strike: You sent us an email inquiry?

Oh, hello, yes. Thank you very much for calling back.

So we really like the salmon for starter

and then the beef for main,

but we thought maybe risotto

was a little bit boring for vegetarian.

Where's she working now?

Well, there's ten in total,

but three are vegan and one's paleo-vegan.

Strike: Yeah, no, I'll put my team onto it.

I suppose we could do with and without cheese.

Strike: And what's her name?

( objects clatter )

( whimpers )

Uh, could I call you back?

- Cheers. - ( receiver clicks )

Robin?

You okay?

I'm fine.

We'll, uh, get back to you.

( sighs )

( line ringing )

Yeah?

Strike: We've been sent a leg.

A leg?

It's not even in my size.

Wardle: Right, I'm on my way.

Cup of tea?

Something stronger. I've got beer.

Tea sounds good.

I'll put the kettle on.

Don't touch it.

Why would I touch it?

You've gone white.

Robin: Whose leg do you think it was?

I don't know.

Well, you mightn't know, but something occurred to you.

What were you thinking?

There was a scar,

an old scar.

I'd say the leg belongs to somebody in their teens,

maybe their early 20s.

And I've seen scarring like that before.

It might be a girl called Brittany Brockbank.

Her father was Major Niall Brockbank.

He had a reputation for cruelty.

Brittany told a school friend

that Brockbank was having sex with her

and she was worried she might get pregnant.

The friend's dad told SIB,

so I was there as the investigating officer

when she was interviewed.

The poor thing denied everything, of course.

It weren't him.

She must have been terrified.

Brockbank had threatened to cut her legs off

if anyone found out.

The scars were his idea of a warning.

Brittany: I made it up.

It were a joke.

Woman: Has your dad ever threatened to hurt you?

Daddy wouldn't do that.

I didn't mean any of it.

Woman: If you want to tell me anything, Brittany,

you can.

Robin: What happened to him?

No charges brought,

but he still has good reason to hate me.

He thinks I injured him.

Did you?

His arrest went badly.

The only other man who's sick enough and hates me enough

to send me a leg is a Scot called Donald Laing.

He used to write me threatening letters.

They'll be on file somewhere.

I'll get cracking.

No, we're just arriving.

Forensics are here.

A fucking leg?

Wardle: What about the bike?

Robin: It was a black Honda.

Big. 600cc at least.

The courier was in black leathers.

His helmet had a dark visor and he kept it down.

He looked big, but the jacket could have just padded him out.

Not a fat bastard like the boss.

And you signed for it?

Yeah. Oh, it was addressed to me.

Could just be them demonstrating they've done their homework.

Any ideas?

I think there's something underneath it.

It could be a note.

"A harvest of limbs,

of arms and of legs, the toes that crawl, the--"

Strike: "The knees that jerk, the necks like swans

that seem to turn, as if inclined to gasp or pray."

Last verse of "Mistress of the Salmon Salt"

by Blue Öyster Cult.

You're a fan?

Strike: They were my mom's favorite band.

She had that particular song title...

tattooed.

And where's your mom today?

Whitechapel Cemetery.

Her second husband killed her.

Never went down for it, though.

Jeff Whittaker.

Who do you reckon left that one, then?

Strike: It's probably Uncle Ted.

That's an Erica carnea.

Or it was before winter in Whitechapel.

He grows them.

I don't know what those are.

Garage had them on sale.

How's the stump, then?

Not like an old relative.

You don't have to ask after it.

Top girl, your mom.

Thanks.

Sorry.

So...

it was addressed to you?

Mm.

But meant for Strike, obviously.

A severed woman's leg was sent to you,

and for what?

Slightly less than the minimum wage.

Would it be all right if I was on a hundred grand?

How many share options make a girl's severed limb

worth me dealing with?

I've got work to do.

You up for killing Whittaker yet?

Still a no from me.

I need you to find him, though.

That's why I wanted to see you.

I received a severed leg in this morning's post

with some Blue Öyster Cult lyrics.

He holds grudges.

This feels like him.

Police are looking, but they won't find him.

He's probably squatting somewhere.

And in some shitty band and all.

It was addressed to my partner.

Pretty girl.

Exactly, so work fast.

( whimpering )

Hey, Rob.

( whimpering continues )

Rob, Rob, Rob.

Jesus, that sound you were making.

What sound?

You were doing what you used to do.

Look, we're getting married.

Seeing you in this state...

it's not good for you, and you know that.

I'm fine. Honestly.

( sighs )

I'm sure Strike's delighted.

What you talking about?

Well, he's gonna make a pass at you at some point.

And you just getting worked up into this state, it, like, gives--

He won't, and I'd be perfectly capable of shoving him off.

- Of course you would. - Oh!

Jesus, what is wrong with you?

You're just-- you're so naive.

He-- he--

He is my colleague and friend,

like Sarah is your friend,

and it's not like the two of you have ever...

Have you?

- Oh, you have. - ( scoffs )

- You've slept with her. - No. This is ridiculous.

When?

Can we both just put down our boxing gloves?

Don't lie to me, Matthew.

I saw it in your face.

I saw it.

You can't take it back.

Are you having an affair?

No.

100% no, I promise.

Tell me...

Tell me it wasn't then.

Oh.

Robs, please, I haven't even--

- ( door slams ) - ( crying )

( sobbing )

Matthew on voicemail: Rob, I've messed up.

I've messed up.

- ( beeps ) - Automated voice: Message deleted.

Next new message.

Strike: I'm trying to get hold of you.

Call me back, will you?

- ( beeps ) - Automated voice: Message deleted.

Next new message.

- Strike: Why aren't you picking-- - ( beeps )

Automated voice: Message deleted.

Next new message.

- Matthew: Robin, please-- - ( beeps )

Automated voice: Message deleted.

Next new message.

Strike: Ellacott, call me A.S.--

- ( beeps ) - Automated voice: Message deleted.

( phone ringing )

Hi, I'm here.

Yeah, I was still following that stripper.

We were sent a severed leg yesterday!

He even spelled your name with two Ts,

so keep your phone on

and pick the damn thing up when I call!

Yeah, I'll try.

Meet me in the office at 5:00.

( music playing on radio )

♪ In the garden district... ♪

Can I have another?

♪ Behind the bush there lurks a girl ♪

♪ Who makes them strong and tall ♪

♪ Villagers call her ♪

♪ Quicklime girl ♪

♪ Behind her back ♪

♪ Quicklime girl ♪

♪ Behind the bush ♪

♪ Quicklime girl ♪

♪ She's the mistress of the salmon salt ♪

♪ Quicklime girl ♪

♪ Quicklime girl ♪

♪ Quicklime girl. ♪

- ( music playing ) - ( phone ringing )

♪ ...But the angels won't receive me ♪

♪ Let me go, boys ♪

♪ Let me go, boys ♪

♪ Let me go down in the mud... ♪

Strike: It's ten past 6:00.

You all right?

Robin: Um...

Cormoran, I'm just-- I'm not sure I'm up to this today.

Man: What are you doing?

Nothing.

Are you alone?

I'm waiting for someone.

- Can I wait with you? - No, you can't.

Oh... ( sighs )

Right, what's going on with you?

How'd you know I was here?

- I'm a detective. - ( chuckles )

I could hear The Pogues playing when I called you.

- They always play in here. - Mm.

What do you need?

I don't need anything. What's going on?

- Nothing. - Don't give me that.

I've never seen you look so bad.

( snickers )

Morale duly boosted.

Where's your engagement ring?

Put two and two together. You're the detective.

Matthew cheated on me.

Oh. Right.

What a moron.

( scoffs )

It was a long time ago,

but it was with one of the most annoying women I know.

( sniffles )

- She still around? - Yep.

We had dinner with her the other night.

( crying )

They started just after I left uni.

I'm surprised he'd admit to it now.

He didn't. I just...

I just knew.

He looked ashamed of himself because of...

because of when.

I dropped out of uni...

because something happened to me,

and, afterwards, I had problems.

I was coming back from a friend's halls.

It wasn't even late.

Apparently, he'd tried to attack someone else,

and there'd been a warning about him in the news...

I played dead, and he ran.

That's how I survived.

He was wearing a rubber gorilla mask,

but he had this white patch of skin behind his ear.

My evidence got him put away.

Rape and attempted murder.

It was 20 bad minutes of a whole life,

and I am still the same person.

I know that.

That's just a horrible thing to have happen to you.

Afterwards, I... I couldn't leave my room.

I had to go home to Mom and Dad.

That's when...

Matthew and Sarah.

Well, I'll see you in the morning.

Where are you staying?

Ugh.

Everyone I know in London is Matthew's friend.

I'll get a youth hostel or a YMCA.

Do they still have those?

I'll take you somewhere proper.

I'm totally skint.

Well, that's probably my fault.

I'll pay.

We'll call it a wedding- cancellation present.

Where is it, then?

Wow.

This is really nice.

I do your books, remember?

I know you can't afford this.

Checkout's at 11:00.

Keep this door locked

and stay away from the mini-bar.

( music blaring )

Hey! Ah!

You got sent a leg. Any idea who it's from?

We'd like to know who it's from.

( groaning )

( sighs )

( touch tones beeping, line ringing )

Wardle on phone: Mate, it's nearly midnight.

Who leaked it?

- I have no idea. - Strike: The press are outside my door.

It's not good for my business, being sent limbs in the post.

I'm sure you appreciate that.

( Wardle chuckles )

You know how it is.

Whoever sent me that leg also knows how it is.

So let's not play their game, shall we?

Wardle: Listen, how am I supp--

( beeps )

( groans )

What you got?

Body of a young girl,

hands and legs sawn off.

Caucasian, maybe age around 16.

Cleaner found her.

Anything found on the scene, apart from the body?

There's a phone, but no bag or wallet or anything.

Nothing to I.D. her.

Phone's gone to forensics.

How about CCTV?

A camera in the lobby.

We're doing the tapes. Might get lucky.

Right.

- ( reporters shouting ) - ( cameras clicking )

Woman: Tell us about the leg!

Hello.

Robin on phone: Ugh. Hi.

There's a scrum of parasites on my doorstep.

I need to find this guy before we're put out of business.

( vomiting )

I know it's a Saturday, but this can't wait.

( Robin coughing )

Did you just throw up?

Robin: Oh. I promise I'm fine to work.

I never doubted you.

- ( toilet flushes ) - Have them send you a bacon sandwich.

Oof. Don't talk about food.

You got a pen?

Uh, yeah.

I'm giving you Nick and Ilsa's address.

It's 80 Octavia Street.

Oh, by the way, careful exiting the hotel.

We were followed last night.

Right. What's the address?

( whirring )

Sorry.

I'm down to two clients overnight.

The rest have run screaming to the hills.

Well, a severed leg on the front pages will do that.

Ilsa: Business will pick up again.

If this guy wanted to kill me, it's not difficult.

I'm a big enough target.

That reminds me, we should talk about your cholesterol.

The leg,

the Blue Öyster Cult lyrics.

That's someone going to a lot of effort to get inside my head.

And butchering someone to use as a prop.

It's Robin, isn't it?

That's who you're worried about.

Robin has-- and I quote her verbatim--

a certificate for a three-day self-defense course.

I like Robin.

Well, so do I.

I just don't need to add her

to the dead and maimed women I carry around in my head.

And this is the same night, but 18 minutes earlier.

( sighs )

Ekwensi: Yeah.

- ( mouse clicks ) - You have to bring him in.

( phone ringing )

( Robin brushing teeth )

( Robin spits )

( ringing continues )

That's right.

Talk to you later.

Nick: Coffee?

Oh. Yes, please. I feel awful.

That's because you drank every bottle of wine in London.

Radford called me on the way here.

Cancelled his job with us.

Just one client now.

He says he's really sorry, but...

just exposure and...

No. I get it.

I've got an old address for Brockbank's sister Holly somewhere.

Barrow-in-Furness.

- Mm-hmm. - It's the only solid lead we've got,

and business isn't exactly thriving,

so I thought we'd start there.

Great. Well, I'll come with you.

You'd be more use in the office.

I can do the research work from anywhere.

And I've got the Land Rover, and you can't drive,

which will save us time and money.

And I need this case solved before we go bust

and I lose my job.

And if you're worried about my safety,

I'll be better off out of London, won't I?

What will Matthew think?

Matthew can shove his thoughts up his own ass.

- Robin, please. - Don't touch me.

All set?

Oggy had to nip off, see the police.

Oh.

Do you fancy some lunch?

Glass of water would be great.

- ( phones ringing ) - ( chatter )

Wardle: Have you been in Whitechapel recently?

Yes.

- What took you there? - A client.

Who was the client?

We never ended up meeting.

His name was Valley, I think.

Ekwensi: Where did you meet?

Strike: We didn't meet.

Where did you try to meet?

It was a short-let office building.

I can find you the address.

We've just found a young woman's body

in a building in Whitechapel High Street,

both legs removed.

There was a phone at the scene with her prints on it.

Forensics got it unlocked for us.

Right.

What did you find?

We found it was you that invited her there.

Hi, it's Cormoran Strike.

I'm here.

You're...

not.

Invented this at med school.

Vitamins, anti-inflammatories, and a raw egg

prove you're the hardest bastard in the room.

( gags )

Strike: Let's get going.

So what did the police want?

Interviewed me under caution,

just shy of having me arrested for murder.

Needed that.

Come on.

Well, at least Wardle believes you.

That I'm not grooming teenage girls to carve up?

Yeah, it's a real vote of confidence.

Can you send Wardle all we've got

on the client I was supposed to meet in Whitechapel?

Sure.

So how does it help frame you,

him sending you her leg?

Depends what the killer's trying to achieve.

If they want to make sure I never work again, send me the leg,

involve me in a murder case, let the press do the rest.

Do you still think it's one of those three men?

Yeah, I do, more than ever.

Whittaker got away with murder twice.

Laing charmed everyone while he kept his wife terrified.

Brockbank was a child rapist

who managed to convince everyone

that he was the injured party.

Robin: And you think he could cut off his own daughter's leg?

Strike: I don't know what to think,

but I know he wants revenge on me.

Major Brockbank, it's Sergeant Strike, SIB!

Brockbank: Brittany, back inside.

Robin: So he might be living with his sister?

Strike: Well, Brockbank's army pension

goes to her address in Barrow every month.

She's our only lead.

How you doing?

( blows raspberry )

A bit shit.

Matthew keeps texting.

Would you like to hear about the migratory patterns of the black marlin?

We have two hours to go.

( car door closes )

4-3-1-Y-U-T.

Man on radio: Received.

Man on radio: Owner is a Mr. Michael Ellacott.

- Are you Michael Ellacott? - ( Strike groans )

No, that's my dad.

Officer: You're parked in a double yellow.

There's no loitering near a nuclear facility.

- Can I see your license, please? - Robin: Yeah.

Is that what...

that what that is?

Shipyard, yeah.

Where do you live?

Oh, not-- not together.

Denmark Street, London.

Ealing, London.

Officer: You up here on holiday?

Does anyone ever come to Barrow-in-Furness on holiday?

The abbey's popular.

And the nature reserves.

We're hoping to catch up with a friend on the way to Scotland.

Where can I get a half-decent coffee?

No photography in this area, all right?

Roger that.

Yeah, it was nowt.

- Morning. - Morning.

"Roger that"?

Well, you weren't exactly helpful.

"Who'd holiday in Barrow?"

She's obviously from here.

Where are you going?

To ask after Brockbank.

No, no, no, don't knock on Holly's door.

He might still live there.

No, I'm gonna go and ask that woman.

She looks like she'd be the type to gossip.

Excuse me. Sorry, I...

wondered if you might be able to help me.

Robin: It has to be me.

If Holly recognizes you, she'll tell Niall

that you're looking for him.

Anyway, this will work.

I don't like it.

You don't have to like it.

It's still a good idea.

( copier beeps )

Great.

Well, the good news is my hangover's finally lifting.

- ( phone ringing ) - Oh.

Oh.

I-- I'd better get this. It's my mom. Sorry.

Hi, Mom.

Linda on phone: Matthew called me.

He told me the two of you had broken up.

- He said you'd left him. - Did he tell you why?

Look, I-- I can't really talk right now.

I'm away with Strike.

Linda: Oh, I see.

No, not like that. It's work.

We're-- someone sent him a l...

Anyway, it doesn't matter. It's work.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm...

Oh, I don't know.

I can't really talk about Matt right now.

It's... It's all so new, so I...

I'm gonna come and see you as soon as you get back to London.

Robin: Yeah, that'd be nice. Thanks.

- Bye, then. - Love you. Bye.

Robin: So according to that old lady,

Holly's in here every lunchtime.

Strike: Let's hope she's a nicer Brockbank than her brother.

You good?

Yeah.

- ( chatter ) - ( clattering )

- Man: Cheers. - Thanks, love.

Hi. I'm looking for Holly Brockbank.

Holly Brockbank?

Whee're thoo?

Sorry?

Who are you?

My name's Venetia Hall. I'm a lawyer.

I'm trying to find Niall.

Don't know, don't care.

Robin: Only I believe he's owed money,

him and his family.

His family?

Well, his close family-- parents, siblings,

anyone who he's lived with.

Why is that, then?

Well, my company specializes

in gaining reparations for servicemen

who have been injured outside of combat operations.

Right.

I'd like to help you make a lot of money

off the government, Holly.

All you have to do is tell me your side of things.

- ( line ringing ) - ( on phone ) Wardle.

Hey. You found Whittaker yet?

No, not yet.

I think you should look into Donald Laing,

spelled A-I.

I got him sent down for 16 years,

but he's probably out by now.

He did his time in Glasgow.

I'll text you the details.

Yeah, send me anything you've got.

- I will. - ( pen clatters )

- So... - Nice one.

Well, we know that Niall suffered some problems

during his time in the army.

Problems? Some fuckin' police copper smashed his head in.

Damaged him for life.

Do you mind if I...

You don't happen to remember the copper's name?

'Course I do.

Cameron Strike. Fuckin' gadgee.

Destroyed him.

Niall started having fits.

Couldn't get any work anymore after that,

- not properly. - Right.

He'd come 'round to ours,

smash the place up, smash me up.

Have you seen this nose? Fuckin' seen that?

That's a nose that's been hit hard.

That wants paying for by the army.

Oh, absolutely. Look, I'm sorry you've suffered.

I have.

Really, we're gonna try and secure you a solid payout.

But-- but the truth is, Miss Hall,

I've had a properly shit life.

Me and Niall both did when we were kids.

But at least he got all the way

to be a major in the army.

That's good money and good respect.

And all of that went

after Cameron Strike bashed his head in.

How's Niall coping now?

Oh, works shit jobs in rubbish strip joints.

They'll have him for a bouncer.

Not what it was, though. Don't last long.

He's in London now.

More work there for him.

Author of "The Affluent Society," nine letters.

Uh...

You all right to drive?

Half glass of wine. I'm fine.

He's not here,

but I got a number for him.

Well bloody done.

- Shall we call him? - Apparently he's in London.

- I think we should give it a day or two... - ( engine starts )

...in case Holly calls him.

Let the story bed in.

You know, if we lose the business,

I might try personal injury claims.

I think I've got a knack for it.

Strike: What could you get me for my missing leg?

Packet of crisps and a pint?

( muffled chatter )

Anywhere cheap to stay 'round here?

There's a Comfort City Express down the road.

Thanks.

Holly told me you smashed Niall's head in.

Is that true?

Arguably, the interview I had seen with Brittany

framed my response to him.

He had a pre-existing concussion

from playing rugby that week.

He started to have epileptic fits,

got invalided out.

In between the fits, he'd tell anyone who'd listen

that he was going to destroy me.

Perks of the job.

What happened to Brittany?

I spoke to the wife.

She wouldn't hear a word of it.

Brittany was telling tales, a naughty little liar.

Niall was a good man and a good father.

And off they went.

She was 12.

After that, he knew she had told on him,

and she knew that help wasn't coming.

She's the one I find hard to live with.

We have to find him and put him away.

If he's our killer.

He's a child rapist.

The army did their job properly.

There wasn't enough evidence for a case.

- I know this must be hard-- - Don't. Don't.

You promised.

It's hard for anyone to hear.

What are we supposed to do, hunt them all down?

Yeah.

All of that and pay off the utilities bill?

I'll tell British Gas that's what we've decided.

Thanks.

( rings )

Good evening. Are you looking for...

Two singles, please.

Two singles, right. Okay.

Is that one room with two single beds or...

If you've got two different rooms...

Two rooms, one bed in each of them.

Right.

I'm not trying to pry.

- I have to check. - No, that's fine.

Thank you.

Here we are.

Robin: Is your leg all right?

No, it's been blown off.

You're limping.

You offering me a piggyback?

Could be the last thing you ever do.

I'm stronger than I look.

It's all those gymkhanas I did.

Did you carry the horse?

If you hear anything, I'm just in here.

Okay.

( knock on door )

- Hello? - Strike: It's me. I've just heard from Wardle.

Oh.

We're not going home just yet.

Wardle's found an old address for Laing.

He was living with someone in Corby.

- Great. - We should check it out tomorrow.

- Well, uh, night. - Night.

I was just telling you now

in case you were making other plans for tomorrow.

- Yeah. - Sleep well.

- Sleep well. - Yeah. You, too.

( lock clicks )

Mm.

Give us one, then.

Thanks.

Thanks.

So how did you meet Laing?

I was on a drugs case in Cypress undercover,

buying grass off a local guy

who dealt with a lot of soldiers.

He told me about a squaddie

who said he'd chained his wife up

when she threatened to leave him.

It sounded like grandstanding, but...

I checked it out anyway.

When no one answered the door, I kicked it in.

The smell hit me first.

I went upstairs and found his wife in the bedroom.

He told the court she was kinky,

liked to be tied up.

She had broken her wrist and dislocated her shoulder

trying to get free,

and there were internal injuries.

Tell me he didn't get off.

Went down for 16 years.

He probably did eight.

He'll have been out a while now.

Strike: Are you Lorraine McNaughton?

- Who are you? - I'm a detective.

I'm looking for information on Donald Laing.

I heard he lived here a few years ago.

What's Donnie done now?

Is he still here?

No, thank Christ.

Would you mind if my partner and I asked you a few questions?

Lorraine: Was it robbery he's done?

Why do you say that?

Because he robbed me when he left.

He took my jewelry.

He took my mom's ring.

I'm sorry. That's terrible.

How did you meet Donald?

Pub.

He was very charming.

Sorry. I know that sounds stupid.

He had his own company in Scotland,

but he got ill.

What did he get ill with?

Oh, it was nasty.

Psoriatic arthritis.

Some days, he couldn't even move.

- Here, let me take that. - Oh, thank you.

Were you together long?

Lorraine: Not even a year.

It was after my mom died.

Donnie did some work for Mrs. Williams

at number 37 across the road.

87 with a lawn to cut,

and all her kids have gone abroad, you know?

He was nice to me.

And he did raise money for charity.

Despite it all...

I miss him.

He was never violent?

No, and I told the police that.

Was this when you reported your jewelry missing?

No. Mrs. Williams was robbed and attacked.

Is she okay?

She's passed since then.

Strike: Poor old Mrs. Williams,

beaten shitless for a couple of quid.

So do you reckon that was Laing?

Cased it while he was mowing her lawn, didn't he?

Men like Laing and Brockbank and Whittaker,

women are things to be used.

( sighs ) And she still misses him.

Here we go. Donald Laing's great charity efforts.

( scoffs ) Go on.

- 40 pounds... - Oh. Oh.

...raised for psoriatic arthritis.

Well, it's not nothing.

Well, he's only set it up so he can show it to people

who have started to realize he's a leech.

Yeah.

Where are you gonna stay?

At the flat.

At least for tonight.

Matthew's away, so...

Right.

- Man: Thank you. Have a good night. - You, too.

( phone ringing )

All right, Bunsen, where are you?

Office.

I found Whittaker.

Shanker: The little girl said,

"Daddy, Daddy, I love that pig."

And the farmer said, "Well, we all used to love the pig,

but the pig's become diseased.

It won't stop squealing."

( whispering )

Wait.

All right, Bunsen.

( men chattering )

Very nice. See you later.

( neon light buzzing )

Get in. Banjo, get me some fags.

Well, look who it is.

Sherlock fucking Holmes,

as I live and breathe.

Steph, come here.

Let me tell you a little story about this guy.

I was banging his Mommy back in the day for a while.

I gave her a kid.

Now, she-- she was a juicy old tart.

This man kills women.

Whittaker: You think this one gives a shit?

She barely knows where she is half the time,

bless her.

( whispers ) I love him, darling.

Do you know what Mommy used to like to do?

She used to like to suck me off

- after I sang to her, hmm? - Mm-hmm.

Sing her a song and then down she'd go.

Pavlovian response.

- ( punch lands ) - ( Whittaker groans )

Fuck!

I can find you somewhere to stay.

Just fuckin' get in the van.

Motherfucker. ( clicks tongue )

( line ringing )

Little girl: Hello?

Hello.

Brockbank: Zahara, give that here.

Zahara: Ring rang, ring rang.

Brockbank: Who's this?

- Hello, is that Mr. Brockbank? - Aye.

This is Venetia Hall.

I'm a personal injury claims lawyer.

I spoke to your sister Holly

about getting compensation from the army

for the injuries they caused you.

How's that?

Well, I'd be very happy to go over it with you

if you're able to meet.

Where might be convenient?

- What about Shoreditch? - ( girl giggling in background )

Could I maybe have a home address for you?

And then I can send you our paperwork.

Do I know you, little girl?

I'm pretty sure we've never met.

( hangs up )

( clears throat )

Leda: I love him, darling.

One day, you'll feel like that about somebody.

( door buzzer blaring )

( buzzer continues )

( groans )

Who is it?

It's Wardle. Open the door.

Hold on. I've got to get my leg on.

( reporters clamoring )

( reporters shouting )

We've just got a few questions!

You ever met this girl?

No.

Have a good look.

I haven't met her. Who is she?

She's the girl we found in Whitechapel.

So you've identified the body?

Ekwensi: Well, I'm not sure we can claim all the credit.

Took the morning papers for us to piece it together.

Ekwensi: You've never met her?

Kelsey Platt?

( music playing )