All language subtitles for Strike - S04E04 - Episode 4 (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

[engine revs]

[Beth Rowley's
"I Walk Beside You"]

- ♪ 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 ♪

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[cell phone ringing]

[cell phone beeps]
- Hello?

- Hello, Venetia.

Any chance of you showing up
for that drink?

- Oh, God, Raff, I am so sorry.

- I mean, how often
does a suspect volunteer

to spend time
with a detective?

- [chuckles]

I'll be right there.
I'm on my way now.

I'll be ten minutes.
- Okay.

- Okay, I'm so sorry.
All right, bye.

[sighs]

♪ ♪

Could we go to Chelsea, please?

♪ ♪

Can I leave my bag with you?
- Yes.

- I'm meeting Raphael Chiswell.

- He's just downstairs.
- Oh, perfect, thank you.

- My mum used to love
this place in the '80s,

so the owner, he used
to throw famous people out

for dressing badly.

[chuckles]

They'd come here
just to get tossed out.

Hello, you okay?

- Sorry, it's not you.

I just left my husband.
I forgot to take these off.

- Seriously?

- [sighs]

- [clears throat]

Look, if you want to do this
another time, we can.

It's fine.
- No, no, no, it's fine.

It's good to be out.

Anyway, I should ask you
about your father.

Do you think Kinvara would have
gone through with it--

with leaving him?

- Probably not.

No, she was all drama
and no follow-through.

You know, and I never used
to much like her,

but now I sort of--
I just feel sorry for her.

Everything's getting sold--
Ebury Street, all of it.

- Did you spend
much time there?

- At Ebury Street?
- Mm.

- No.

No, I've been there once
in my entire life.

The truth is,
is that he never loved me...

Or at least not as much
as he loved Freddie

even though Freddie
was an absolute shit.

Do you know about Freddie
and Rhiannon Winn?

- No.

- He poured vodka
down her throat,

stripped her, took photos,

then passed them around
the whole fencing team.

He ruined her.

All because she bumped

his girlfriend Verity
off the squad.

I found that out
from one of Izzy's mates.

Now, have you spoken
to Geraint Winn?

- No, not yet.

- Did my sisters tell you
about any of this?

This is what I'm saying.

See, with Geraint,
you've actually got someone

who would want to hurt us,
but my sisters,

they can't mention it
in case it pisses

on Saint Freddie's
eternal flame.

Nobody ever did that for me,
I'll tell you that much.

- Must have hurt when your dad
cut you out of his will.

- [sighs]

I think that you
can hate someone...

And still wish they gave
a shit about you

and then hate yourself
for wishing it.

Anyway, sorry, I'm preaching
to the choir, right?

What was your ex-husband like?

- I don't think I can quite
think of him as that yet.

I don't know.

I think I...

spent a long time

trying to believe
he was someone different.

- Different to what?

- Different to...
Matt the accountant,

who's...a bit of a prick.

[both chuckle]

And who's been sleeping
with Sarah,

who's also a prick.

[cell phone ringing
and buzzing]

- Is that him now?

- [chuckles]
Yeah.

[cell phone beeps]

Blocked.

That feels better.

Right, where were we?

- I think we need
another bottle.

- Rise and shine, party girl.

I took the liberty of putting
two sugars in your tea

'cause I think it's gonna be

that kind of morning
for you, darling.

- [groans]

Oh, Vanessa, I woke you up.
I'm so sorry.

- Oh, don't worry about it.

Do you need to stay
for a few more days?

- No, no, no,
I'll be all right, thanks.

Last night was just--

What time is it?

- It's half nine.
- Oh, shit.

I'm meant to be meeting
DCI McMurran.

[exhales heavily]
I am so sorry.

- Everything all right?
- Yeah, yeah.

Good to go.

I was thinking, even if Jimmy
had access to Ebury Street,

he wanted money
out of Chiswell.

Why would he kill him?
- Means before motive.

- He said Flick
did the cleaning

as a legitimate part-time job.

- What about
the Ebury Street note?

- Said "they were worried

they'd get unfairly implicated
for wrongdoing."

- What's he said
about the hotel?

- We're about to get into that.

- And the key to Ebury Street?

- Well, Flick says
she gave it to Jimmy.

Jimmy says he chucked it away.

He's a cocky bastard.

Declined a solicitor.

- Do you own a car?
- Yeah.

- Could you confirm
the make of the car

and the registration number?

- It's a Suzuki Alto.

Registration...

F-U-C-K-U.

Oh, no, my mistake.
That's one of my Porsches.

It's EF04 NWK.

- To the best
of your knowledge,

has it ever been driven
with or without your consent

by anyone other than yourself?

- It was secondhand,

so I imagine they did more
than admire it

on the driveway.

- [chuckles]

Have you ever visited

Le Manoir aux Quat'Saisons
hotel in Oxfordshire?

- Do I look like I dine at
MICHELIN-starred restaurants?

- So you never been?

Never driven there
in your Suzuki?

- I said I never ate there.

Pay attention.

I followed their car there.

I wanted to see how my money
was being spent.

- Your money?

- Yeah, mine and my brother's.

- The Chiswells owed you money,
is that what you're saying?

- It's not what I'm saying.
It's a fact.

- Well, what did they
owe you money for?

- Chiswell sold off
my dad's tools

and the last of the stock
after Dad died.

Wasn't his to sell.

- You told us you'd
not been home for ages.

- I know what I told you.

- And so how'd you know

Chiswell had sold
your dad's things?

- Got a tip-off--
phone call.

- Did you get a name?

- They didn't give their name.
You know how that is.

- So you get this tip-off,

and you stalk the Chiswells
to a hotel.

What are you hoping
to achieve?

- I wanted my money.

I wanted to have
the conversation with him

face-to-face somewhere he
couldn't close the door on me.

- No one at the hotel mentioned
anything like that to us.

- That's 'cause
he wasn't there.

It was just his bird.

She was probably
getting a facial.

I didn't stay for long.

- Were you having an affair
with Kinvara Chiswell?

- [laughs]

If that's everything, Officer,
you've obviously got fuck all,

so I think I'll just go home.

- Anything else
you want to say or add?

- He's lying.
- I agree.

But we don't have enough
to keep him here.

- At 10:44 a.m.

- Look, you've brought us
some very helpful things,

so...

I'll need you
to sign some papers,

but there's some CCTV
I'd like to show you

of Kinvara Chiswell.

There she is in the long coat.

- Who is she talking to there?

- Member of the station staff.

She takes several minutes

to check her train
is running on time.

I'll spare you the full thing.

- How long did that all take?
- About ten minutes.

She barely stood still,
and it's the same thing

the other end
at Woolston Station.

- Is that what made you
suspect her?

- Mm, her alibi is rock solid.

It's the fact
that she's performing it

for every camera she can find.

- Can you go back?

There.

You see that beggar there?

I don't think
she's giving them change.

What if she's dropping
a door key in his cup?

That'd be why she's done
so much other stuff,

talking to everyone.

She's trying
to bury that moment.

When does the beggar come in?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

So a few minutes
before Kinvara arrives,

sits down,
cap over the face,

hood up,
keeping their head down.

They don't want
their face on tape.

♪ ♪

- Jason, we need another pass

at the CCTV around Paddington.

Can you call the team back?

- So she hands over
the key for Ebury Street

while she's setting up
her own alibi.

- Not a bad plan.

She just overdid things.

♪ ♪

- Oy, oy,
heavy night, was it?

Took a few shots for the team?

- [chuckles]

Are you done with Dodgy Doc?

- Oh, that's for youse to say,

but I got him going up
to a patient's flat.

- These are good.

You didn't get
anything more specific?

- [chuckles]
She had curtains.

Hope you feel better.

- Right, let's start
with the obvious things:

witnesses to Kinvara's
activities at Chiswell House,

anyone who might be able
to tell us who she's close to

or who she might
be working with.

- Mm.

- Kinvara has the key
when the police turn up

at Chiswell House at half ten.

Someone must have
got it back to her by then.

We should talk to Tegan Barlow,
the stable girl.

Maybe she saw Kinvara
meet someone.

- We still need to talk
to Henry Drummond,

the art dealer.

- Let's sort that.

- And we should talk
to Geraint Winn.

We can't rule him out either.
- No.

- He'd know Kinvara from her
visiting the House of Commons.

We know Geraint's alibi
for that morning's rubbish.

Raff said the only reason

his sisters don't want us
looking into the Winns

is, they're worried
it'll drag Freddie into things

'cause of what he did
to Rhiannon.

- How was dinner with Raff?

- I'll fill you in later.

- I'll find out
where Geraint's staying.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

We have some questions
for you, Mr. Winn.

- What I want

is to call you
a treacherous little bitch!

- I was just doing my job.
- Ah.

On the side of the angels?

- We know what happened
to Rhiannon

at Freddie Chiswell's 18th.

- You'll say anything,
won't you?

You sly bastards.

- These might be difficult
for you to see.

You might want to sit down.

They're photos of Rhiannon
at Freddie's party.

- Ah, oh, my girl.

I knew it.

I knew something happened.

But nobody would tell me
the truth.

They closed ranks.

- What did you think
had happened?

- I dropped her off.

Drove up from Wales,

and I booked us a B&B,

so I said...

"1:00 a.m.,
I'll come and pick you up."

And she said, "Oh, no,
no, that's far too early."

She didn't want
to miss out on anything.

So I said,
"Call me when you're ready,

and I'll come and collect you."

Only...I'd forgotten
my charger.

And then the next morning,
I woke up,

and I thought, "Bloody hell,
I'd better drive over there."

And there she was
on the grass.

She'd been sick,

and they'd left her out there
all night.

So I rang the door
and I said to Chiswell,

"How is that acceptable,

leaving a young girl that way?"

And all he said was,

"She'll have killed my grass

where she's been sick."

- [sighs]

- Anyway, I drove us home.

She was very quiet,

and when I charged my phone up,
there was a...

message from her
she'd left at midnight, saying,

"Please come
and get me, Daddy.

"They're so mean.

They're so cruel."

She killed herself
a month later.

- I am so sorry

about what happened to her.

And I'm sorry for lying to you.

- Can you send me these?

It's not too late
for his friends to pay.

- We all have something
in common:

we want to discover the truth.

Will you help us?

Do you know Kinvara Chiswell?

- I've run into her
at the odd event.

- Did you ever speak to her
about her husband?

- We've never had
a conversation.

- Can you tell us
where you were

the morning Chiswell died?

- I was waiting
for a mare to come back

from Barrowclough-Burns' flat.

I know you've spoken to him.

He wanted to help me.

- And who was it approached you
about trying to find files

labeled "Murape"?

Was Kinvara involved?

- No.

Jimmy Knight.

He never told me
what the photos were of,

only that the Foreign Office
had them

and they'd finish Chiswell off.

That was good enough for me.

I wanted him sat out there

on his perfect lawn,

reading about his disgrace
in the Sunday papers...

Then remembering Rhiannon.

[scoffs]

- Do you think
it will help Geraint,

what we've done?

- I don't know.

I'm not sure
what he'd have left

if he let Rhiannon go.

Think he was telling us
the truth, though.

If he wanted to shame Chiswell,
he needed him alive.

- Yeah.

- If Jimmy's
also telling the truth,

we need to look elsewhere
for Kinvara's accomplice.

What's the line
with Henry Drummond?

- Chiswell went to see Drummond
the day before he died.

He came back to the office.
He was in a terrible mood.

Maybe Drummond can tell us why.

[door clicks open]

- Ah.

Hello.

- Hi.
- Hi. Hello.

- Thanks for seeing us.
- No, no, my pleasure.

How can I help you?

- Jasper Chiswell
came to see you

the day before he died,
didn't he?

I was at his office
when he got back.

- Oh, that, yes.

That was embarrassing
for all parties,

but I really felt
I had to say something.

Raff came by the gallery
while I was out.

I'd employed a rather pretty
young girl

as an assistant, Francesca.

I caught her and Raphael
canoodling,

and I told them
in no uncertain terms,

but, well, when I got back,

some clients had heard noises.

Well, quite.

The girl jumped out
of the bathroom window.

Raff denied it, of course,
but, well,

I felt that I had
to let her go,

and I told Raff
not to come here anymore.

On top of that, I had to have
a rather difficult conversation

with Jasper about his sale.

- You rang him
the next morning?

- Do you have a record
of all of my calls?

- Only the ones
relevant to the case.

[cell phone buzzing]

Sorry, I'm gonna have
to get this.

- Sorry, you were saying?

- Oh, the sale was only
ever really organized

out of fondness for Jasper.

The only thing of any value

was a John Frederick Herring
painting

of a piebald mare and foal.

- Yes, I think
I've seen that one.

- Well, even that was
only worth a few thousand.

The conversation
did not end well,

and so, well, I called Jasper
the next morning

to, you know, offer support.

- Hello, Corm.

- Oh, you two know each other.

- Henry, thank you so much
for your time today,

but I'm going to head off.

I'm not feeling terribly well.

- Oh, of course, yeah.

- Would you mind
walking me up the road?

I'm going to have early supper
with my sister.

It's not far.

- Please do go ahead.

I don't really have anything
else to add, I'm afraid.

- Not sure I'm the best person
for the job.

- I'm not asking you
to deliver the babies.

I just don't feel very well.

- Sorry,
when did Matt call you?

- He says you've blocked him.

He says he doesn't know
how to reach you.

- Yeah, well,
that's the whole point, Mum.

I don't want to talk to him.

- He sounded very upset.

You've not gone off
with someone else?

You haven't, have you, love?

- No, Mum,
I'm not with anyone else.

- Welcome back, Mrs. Ross.

Your table's waiting for you.

- Actually, I'm eating
with my sister.

Cormoran's just
helped me along.

Would you sit with me
just for a minute?

I don't want to be left alone
when I feel like this.

Thank you.

[sighs]

I hate being pregnant.

I know what you're thinking.

I didn't get rid of ours.

I didn't.

I lost it after--
- Don't start.

- I swear.

I took a test
at my mother's and--

- Doesn't matter.

If it was real or another lie,
either way, I don't care.

- I wish they were yours.
- Fuck's sake, Charlotte.

- What?

Maybe I'd be happy about it.

- You didn't want kids
any more than I did.

Give me Amelia's number.
I'm gonna call her.

- I was wrong about the agency.

- I'm still poor.

I still live above the office.
There's no money for jewelry.

- I never cared about--
- Yes, you did.

And you have those things now.
- Corm.

- You're married.
You're having his children.

We're finished.

- But I love you,

and I know you'll say
that I'm a liar,

and I am,

but not on the big things,
Bluey.

- Don't...call me that.

- And I wasn't with Jago
while we were together.

- You were engaged
two weeks after we finished.

- Yes, because of you.

You said that I was lying
about the baby.

You walked out.

You deliberately sabotaged--

- Don't talk to me
about fucking sabotage.

You wanted me
to give up everything:

the army, the agency,
my friends,

everything and everyone
except you.

You wanted to break me
because that's what you do:

break it
before it can fade away.

- You were broken
when I found you, darling.

We have that in common.

- Hello, we have a couple
of very tempting specials today

which I would
highly recommend.

- Do we look like we want
to hear the fucking specials?

- I'll bring you
some more bread.

- Look me in the eye
and tell me

you've loved anyone since
like the way you loved me.

- I haven't.

Thank fuck for that.

I'm off.

- Amelia's not coming.
I lied.

I knew you'd be at the gallery.
Lucinda told me.

I want you back.

I thought it only fair
to tell you in person.

- I don't want you.

- Don't kid a kidder, Bluey.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- I can pick you up from here
tomorrow if you like.

Tegan's working
at a riding school

since Kinvara let her go,
so I said we'd meet her there.

- Okay.

I've been to the pub.

- How was it?
- Good.

Drink?

- Yeah, okay.

Thanks.

[sighs]

- How's life, Robin?

- It's okay, yeah.

- [sighs]

Things all right with you?

- Everything's fine.

- I'm not working now.

I didn't want you to think

you had to sit here
and think about work.

♪ ♪

- I'm happy just to sit here.

- Okay.

♪ ♪

[yawns]

[cell phone ringing]

Do you want me to--
- Oh, yeah, would you?

- Hello, Robin speaking.

- Next time, I'll catch you.

- Sorry, who is this?

- I nearly had you,
didn't I, Robin?

That tight
little ass of yours

just out of reach.

[suspenseful music]

You got lucky.

I'll find out where you live.
- Robin?

- You work on Denmark Street,
don't you?

♪ ♪

- No.
- I'm gonna catch you, Robin.

- No, no.

- And then I'm gonna
fucking hurt you.

- [hyperventilating]

- Bitch!

- Robin, pull over.

- [hyperventilating]

[screams]

[tires squealing]

[horn blares]

- Robin, pull over.

♪ ♪

- [screams]

- Pull over!

[horn blares, tires screeching]

♪ ♪

Robin?

- Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Sorry.
Just--

- How long have you
been having panic attacks?

- About a year.

- Are you
getting help for them?

- I've got some CBT exercises
I'm meant to do.

- I had some vegetarian bacon
I was supposed to try.

It's just not making me
any healthier

sitting in the fridge
staring back at me.

Anything else?

- Like what?

- When I called you
the other night.

It's none of my business, but--
- Yeah.

Matt and I split up.

You called in the middle of it.

- Oh.

Sorry.

- Anyway, it doesn't matter.

I didn't want to fall apart.

I just want to do my job.

I don't want you thinking I--

- What I think
about you and the job

is that you
are brilliant at it.

I had a decade of training.

I did hundreds
of cases with SIB.

You've had none of that,
and you're just as good as me.

It's actually quite annoying.
- [laughs]

- You have to let the business
pay for some proper therapy.

It's not an act of kindness.

It's self-interest.

I need you in good shape.

- Okay.

We should get going.

- You all right to drive?

- Are you all right
for me to drive you?

- [laughs]

Where are you staying?

- Oh, well,
that's all a bit...

- Well, you can stay
with Nick and Ilsa.

I'll call them later.

- Thanks.

[sighs]

Thank you.

[tender music]

♪ ♪

I just--oh.

- Shit, sorry.

I meant to--
- I know.

We're gonna be really late.

♪ ♪

- Suppose you went over things
in detail with the police?

- Yeah, I did.

Kinvara never left the house
that night,

didn't leave her bedroom.

The floorboards in that place
are really loud,

so I'd have known.

That's mostly what
they wanted to know.

- Well, what about
the next morning?

Did you see her
meet anyone?

- The farrier came over,

and then she went riding
for about an hour.

When she got back,
the police were there.

- Where did she go on her ride?
Do you know?

- I don't know.
She goes all over.

- Do you have a sense
of who Kinvara's friends are?

- [chuckles]
She doesn't like people.

She likes horses.

- Tegan, do you
ever remember seeing

or even just hearing gossip
about anything bad happening

between Kinvara and Jasper?

- I saw her smack him over
the head with a hammer once.

- A hammer?

- Yeah, he had Lady put down

while she was away for a night.

She comes back, finds out,
just went for him.

Smacked him over the head.

Had to call the GP,
he was bleeding that much.

- Well, did you
call the police?

- No, he wouldn't have that.

Couldn't smell
anything afterwards--

mucked up a nerve.

And she got sent off
somewhere posh for depression,

but even when she came back,
I kept finding her

in Lady's stall, crying.

Listen, I've got to take
the kids out for their lesson.

I don't want to take the piss.
- Thank you.

You've been very helpful.

If you think of anything else,
call us, yeah?

- Yeah.

- Oh, I'd say that's something
we can ask Kinvara about.

- Yeah.

- Smacking her husband
over the head with a hammer.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Do you think
she'll talk to us?

- She's gonna want
to look helpful.

A tenner says she tells us
how much she loved him

and then talks about how he
was definitely suicidal.

- And then what?

- Then we ask her
about the hammer.

♪ ♪

- Oh.

- Harrington & Richardson
five-shot.

This is illegal,
Mrs. Chiswell.

- It was Jasper's,

and it's late,
and I'm here on my own.

You're not expecting
to come in.

- We are.

- [sighs]

- I thought you liked
that painting.

- Oh, well, it'll have gone
into the sale.

Do you know, I never realized
how badly off we were.

Everything is going on debt.

- You need to hand
that in tomorrow.

- Oh, God,
why are you here?

- We were in the area

and have some questions
we'd like to ask you.

- [sighs]

- You're aware your husband
was being blackmailed?

- Of course I was aware.

- Jimmy Knight's story is,
he simply wanted your husband

to give him
what was rightfully his.

- Jasper thought
the Knight boys

were a pair of oiks,

but you can almost see

why people fall for socialism
when Jimmy makes his case.

- I thought
you barely knew him.

- I don't.

He rang the house
a couple of times, that's all.

And actually,
I thought he had a point.

Jasper should have
split the proceeds

with Mr. Knight's sons.

- Proceeds from what, exactly?

- Oh, what does it matter now?

Jimmy and Billy's father
used to build gallows.

The estate gave him timber
and a workshop,

and they split the profits.

You'd be surprised
how much they fetch

on the export market.

£40,000 for one full setup.

- Bit more than the price
of a load of old tools.

- Well, quite.

After old Mr. Knight died,
there were two gallows finished

but not yet sold,

and then the EU
changed the law.

Bloody Europe.

Made it illegal to sell torture
and execution equipment.

Well, Jasper sold them anyway,
and why shouldn't he?

Hanging's not illegal
everywhere.

- Did he sell 'em to Zimbabwe?
- Yes.

Well, one set
didn't quite arrive.

It got hijacked by rebels.

- And they used those gallows
to hang Samuel Marape,

a British boy
kidnapped on his gap year.

- Someone took photos,

sent them on
to the Foreign Office.

Christopher Barrowclough-Burns
tipped us off.

He said you could see
Jack Knight's trademark

carved into them.

- The white horse.
- Mm.

It made them traceable
back here,

and that's not good PR, is it?

Can imagine
what "The Guardian"

would have done
with that story.

I told Jasper
right from the beginning,

"Give the Knight boys
their cut."

He never listened to me.

And then they went for him,

the blackmail.

And then it got too much
for him, as we know.

- We don't think your husband
killed himself, Mrs. Chiswell,

nor do the police.

Why did you attack him
with a hammer?

- He waited till I'd gone out,

and he put down my horse.

[sighs]

It was like
he murdered my child.

Don't care
whether you believe me,

but I loved Jasper,

and he hurt me.

He hurt me terribly.

Nobody knows what really
goes on in a marriage

except for the two people
inside it.

[cell phone chimes]

Oh, for God's sake.

Oh, one of my neighbors
thinks I've got a dog loose.

Could you come with me,
have a look?

Don't like walking around
by myself--both of you.

- Of course.

- Actually,
I really need the loo.

Do you mind if I--
- Can't it wait?

- It really can't, no.

- It's there,
and hurry and catch us up.

- Thank you.

[floorboards creaking softly]

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

[floorboards creaking]

[floorboards creaking]

♪ ♪

- Where the bloody hell
has she got to?

Have you quite finished?
- Sorry.

- False alarm.
Dogs are fine.

- Good night!

[door slams]

- [sighs]

- Any idea
why she wanted us out?

[engine turning over]

- There's someone else
in there, upstairs.

I heard them moving around.

They tried to hide
once they realized

I was still in the house.

- I hope you didn't--

- There's a painting
in the attic.

It's the only one
that's been moved up there.

I took a photo.

It's "Mare Mourning,"
the one they had

hanging over the fireplace.

[dramatic music]

Why would she lie and tell us
it's gone into the sale?

♪ ♪

- Is that a piebald?

- Piebalds are black and white.
That horse is brown and white.

♪ ♪

- Think I know
who killed Chiswell,

but we have to be sure.

If we get this wrong,

they'll have time
to fix their story.

♪ ♪

- Hello, Sarah.

- I asked them
to wait in reception.

- It's fine.

Come in.

- Matt's desperate--

- Did he give you
your earring back?

- I'm sorry?

- The one you left for me
by my bed.

- I don't--
- I don't care.

You two can
have each other now.

We don't have to pretend
we like each other.

I'm here for work.

You work
in old masters, don't you?

We think this painting might be
worth quite a lot of money.

I've uploaded the photos
I took in the loo

at Chiswell House.

- Yeah, I'm looking
at them now.

- Most of them are of Freddie
and his fencing mates.

♪ ♪

- We've only got five minutes,
and they'll kick us out

if Billy gets upset,
but if he does recognize

the person in this photo...

- Then we'll know what he saw
on the hill that night.

♪ ♪

- Good to see you, Billy.
How are you feeling?

- [scoffs] All right.

I'm taking everything,
so I feel...

Calmer.

Don't know about
seeing people, though.

- I'm not going to ask you
a lot of questions today.

There's just one thing
I'd like you to take a look at.

Could you do that for me?

I know it's not the best photo.

- No, that's--

That's who I saw.

That's the girl I saw
strangled on the hill.

How did you know that?

- She was strangled,

but she didn't die.

And she's not
what you saw buried.

That was something else.

- She didn't die?

- No, they lived.

- We need to see some people
about the case,

but if it's okay, we'd like
to come back another time

to explain things.

- Would you mind telling me
what this is about?

I have a vast amount to do,
and I'm only here for the day.

- Have you ever seen
this painting

hung at Chiswell House?

- No, never seen it before.

Definitely not.

Why are you showing it to me?

- This is a painting
by John Frederick Herring.

It was valued by Henry Drummond
as part of your sale.

He mentioned it to me.
- Well, it's not ours.

- Somebody substituted
this painting

for "Mare Mourning"
at the valuation.

An expert has since reviewed
a photograph of "Mare Mourning"

and believes it could be
a lost Stubbs,

which would make it worth
quite a lot of money.

- You didn't know anything
about this, did you?

Raphael recognized
the value of "Mare Mourning"

on one of his visits
to your house.

I know you think he loves you.

I'm not sure he even likes you,

but he might have married you
for 20 million quid.

- Huh, I--

- Did he tell you
he'd uncovered a Stubbs,

or did he leave that out

when he said
that killing Jasper

was the only way
to be together?

- Think about why
he might have done that.

You were planning
a new life together.

He was wondering
how long he'd have to wait

before killing you.

Two murders a few years apart,
and he'd be the legal owner.

You would have left it
to him in your will.

- [sobs]

Oh!

I didn't--I didn't--

I didn't--

Oh, God.

[breathing shallowly]

Oh, my God.

Where is he?

[tense music]

[sobbing]

♪ ♪

- The painting's disappeared.

He must have it.

We haven't got him yet,
but we're watching his flat.

[cell phone chimes]
It won't be long.

- Put someone outside
Izzy's place as well.

She loves him.

She'll want to believe him,
and he's a good liar.

- Will you stay to watch
Kinvara's interview?

It might be helpful.
- Happy to.

- Ugh, I'm gonna have
to take off

for a couple of hours.
- You all right?

- Yeah, it's just
Matt wants to meet me.

- Ignore him.
- I've tried.

I've blocked his phone,
but he's gone and bought one

just to--
[sighs]

Just read that.

- "Robin, you're being a child.

I'm at a client's today
if you want"--

- Further down.

- He's gonna tell the papers
you and I are...

- He's always
thought that about us.

It's pathetic, isn't it?

Anyway, I think I just--

I think I just need
to talk to him.

He's with a client
over in Little Venice,

so I can be there and back.
- I'll come with you.

- I really don't think
that'd help, given...

[chuckles]

I'll be all right.

Well, I'm gonna have to see him
at some point anyway, aren't I?

We've got a whole divorce
to organize.

I won't be long.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[siren wailing]

[indistinct chatter]
- [sobbing]

- Any thoughts
on where he might go

if he needed
to lie low for a bit?

- There've been
a lot of girlfriends.

He's good
at manipulating women.

- We've tracked down
two of them,

a musician
and a peer's daughter,

but I'm sure you're right.

There'll be more out there.

- There was another one
Izzy mentioned,

girl who owns a houseboat.

- You don't know
where it's moored, do you?

♪ ♪

[cell phone ringing]

- [sighs]

- Robin?

- Cormoran, honestly,
I'll be absolutely fine.

- Robin, don't go
to Little Venice!

[suspenseful music]

- [gasping]

No, God!

[grunting]

♪ ♪

- No, don't.

Just don't.

- [breathing heavily]

[whimpers]

- You know, when a guest says
they need to take a quick piss,

it's bad fucking manners

if they go off wandering
around the house instead.

♪ ♪

What's your passcode?

- 1875.
[hyperventilating]

- Hmm? What?

- 1875.

♪ ♪

- The family had that hanging
in a damp spare room

for 20 years.

Never looked twice at it until
Kinvara took a liking to it

and stuck it
above the fireplace.

- [labored breathing]

It's a Stubbs, isn't it?

♪ ♪

[water splashes]

[gasping]

You should
give yourself up, Raff.

- No, thanks.

[gun cocking]

- What do you think the family
will do if you try and sell it?

- It won't matter.
It'll be mine by then.

I'll say I did drop off
the one that Dad asked me to,

and then it's his word
against mine, and he's dead.

And in a few years' time,

when Kinvara
has a riding accident,

I'll find "Mare Mourning"
up in the attic

and inherit it.

Consolation prize
for her grieving

yet still
very eligible husband.

[siren wailing]

- Anything you can remember
about this girl?

It's important, Izzy.

- She's an artist, I think.

The houseboat has a name.

It's--oh, come on.

- [hyperventilating]

- Okay, here's the deal.

If you convince me
that I am truly fucked,

I will let you go.

But if I think I've got
the slightest chance

of getting out of this,

I will throw you overboard
after dark

and take my chances.

- [labored breathing]

- So go on, then,
convince me.

- They know about your affair
with Kinvara.

- With what proof?

- We know you met her
at Le Manoir.

The staff will identify you.

- I've been there plenty
of times with other people.

I'd be offended
if they didn't recognize me.

- Kinvara was
at the gallery with you

that day that Drummond
came back early.

You stayed to take
the rap for it.

She went out the window.

Drummond thought you were
with the assistant again.

[chuckles]

You thought
you'd got away with it,

but your father arrived
to talk about his sale.

We think he spotted
Kinvara's Lachesis pills

lying on the floor.

She must have dropped them
while she was escaping,

and when she saw them
on his desk,

she knew you'd been found out.

- The whole family knows
we hated each other.

They'll back me up.

- We know it was you
who tipped off Jimmy Knight

about your father
selling the gallows.

Kinvara told you about it.

She told you about
the Marape photos.

You needed
to put pressure on him

to make suicide
look plausible.

- Good luck proving that.

I used a burner phone
with Jimmy.

He has no idea who called him,
and he didn't give a shit,

so next.

- You know art.

You recognized "Mare Mourning"
as a Stubbs.

And everything
you've done since

has been about
getting your hands on it.

We told Kinvara that
this morning.

It broke her heart, Raff.

She's started talking
to the police.

- No.
[clears throat]

No, Kinvara thinks
that I love her.

I basically had her repeating

"they'll say anything
to break us"

while I fucked her.

She won't talk.

And I think that's
a hung jury, Venetia.

- The key--
the key to Ebury Street.

- I'm sorry,
but that was perfect.

I stuck my car
under a CCTV camera,

and I borrowed a VW from
the girl that owns this place.

I whipped up the motorway.

Kinvara goes out for a ride.

We met well away
from the estate.

No witnesses.
She trots home.

I was back in London
in time for Izzy to come over

bearing tragic news.

[chuckles] I even left
my phone in the flat

so Kinvara could call me
in front of the cops.

"He's not picking up.
He must be asleep."

They put me in West London

while I was driving
down the M40.

See, the key
is not gonna be a problem.

And I think you've run out
of things to say,

haven't you?

Put that over your face now.

- I wasn't talking

about when you gave
the key back to her.

I was talking about
when she handed it to you

at Paddington Station.

You were caught on CCTV
on your way out.

Your face is on camera.

- Fuck.

Fuck!
- Ow!

- [muffled scream]

[grunts angrily]

[breathes sharply]

You ever been
inside a prison?

They're animals.
They stink.

I was gonna buy
a villa in Capri

and a nice little flat
in London.

I was finally gonna be free.

No more Chiswells.

- I know how Freddie
treated you

when you were younger.

I know he--

I know he strangled you.

I know he shot and killed
your pet pony.

- With me sitting on it
at the time.

Did you know that?

Happy days.

You know what might
cheer me up, Venetia?

I think I'd like
to see your head explode.

- [grunts]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Go on, then,
you cowardly little fuck.

[gun clicks]

- Fuck.

♪ ♪

- He's all yours.

♪ ♪

- Get your hands off of me!
- All right, just calm down.

- [sighs]

I took the bullets out
at Chiswell House.

- In you go.
[car door slams]

- How did he manage to get
Matthew's name out of you?

Because you should
never ever give a suspect--

- Can I just have two minutes
to enjoy not being dead

before you start?

- Fair enough.

[tender music]

♪ ♪

- Raff's mother
liked his hair long.

He always got mistaken
for a girl.

- But I saw them carrying--

- The body in the pink blanket
was a pet pony.

Freddie shot it.

Your dad helped him
get rid of it.

Freddie's also the person
you saw strangling Raphael.

It's probably why
you made the connection.

- I swear,
I thought It was a girl.

- Well, you were
a bloody good witness, Billy.

For a six-year-old kid,
you did very well.

- So it was
your brothers I saw.

- The way I heard it...

Freddie was meant
to babysit Raff,

but his friends wanted
to go up to the horse, and...

I suppose
they took things too far.

It was a difficult time
with our parents' divorce,

and Freddie could be a bit...

I know that doesn't
excuse anything.

- I know a bit about that.

Well...

When my mum died
and my dad was drinking,

it was...
- I saw.

I saw him kick you once.
- Mm.

- I tried to say something.
I really did.

- You putting me up here
has been really kind.

You didn't have to do
nothing for me.

- We're going to pay
for your long-term treatment.

My family owes you that.

See, Cormoran suggested it,
and I just thought, "Yes."

"Yes, that can be
one good thing."

- I don't want to be--
- No, you're not.

Honestly.

Papers keep saying,

"A lost Stubbs,
what good fortune."

But all of our men are gone...

Papa, Freddie,

and Raff, too, in a way.

All of them are gone.

- It's not easy, is it?

Any of it.

It's people.

They don't know how to live.

- Do you ever think
about where we're going?

- I suppose get
the bank balance

a bit healthier
so we're not so hand-to-mouth

and make the agency
the best in London.

I think we should keep Sam on.
- Me too.

How's the CBT going?

- I'm doing my exercises.

How's your leg?
- Yeah, doing my exercises.

- Do you want to come
for a curry

with me, Nick,
and Ilsa later?

- Sounds good.
I'll be there.

Think this is me--
Mr. Harris.

Could be a nice job.

- I'm heading to Finsbury Park.

Sam's babysitter fell through,

so I said I'd take over
surveillance.

[The Verve's "Sonnet"]

Well, I'll see you tonight.

- I'll bring beer.

- I know.

♪ ♪

[cell phone ringing]

Strike Agency.
Robin Ellacott speaking.

How can we help?

- ♪ Looking through
her red box of memories ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Faded, I'm sure ♪

♪ But love seems to stick
in her veins, you know ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Yes, there's love
if you want it ♪

♪ Don't sound like no sonnet ♪

♪ My Lord ♪

♪ Yes, there's love
if you want it ♪

♪ Don't sound like no sonnet ♪

♪ My Lord ♪

♪ My Lord ♪

♪ ♪

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