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[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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