All language subtitles for Strike.S03E01.WEBRip.x264-ION10

* I plot *

* Your rubric scarab *

* I steal *

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 *

You sure you don't
want me to come?

The client's asked
to see me alone.

* I'm makin' a career of evil *

Thanks for the ride.

* I'm makin' a career of evil *

* I'm makin a career of evil **

Sorry I'm late. Work.

Oh, does he keep you
out late every night?

Thanks. Uh, w-we're just busy
at the moment.

- You still just temping?
- Uh.

- No, I've gone full-time.
- Yeah.

But she's paid less than when
she was earning agency fees.

Well, money's not everything.

[intense music]

He's a bit beaten-up looking,
but then that looks good

on some men, doesn't it?
Looking a bit used.

You know, most of us chaps are
a bit secondhand at this point.

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

[laughing]

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 message]
'Doors opening.'

'Doors closing.'

Hello?

[theme song]

* You and me *

* Me and you *

* Somehow we make it through *

* I may be gone *

* I may be far away *

* But I'll 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'll walk beside you **

Strike..

[knocking on door]
Oh.

Hello. Cormoran Strike?

Oh, Ellacott, that's me.

- Hiya.
- 'Any post?'

Bills, mostly.

Have you, uh,
picked up your e-mail?

There's a new client request.

Thinks his girlfriend
is cheating.

- Can we fit them in?
- Oh.

- I'm not sure we've got time.
- Thanks.

She's a LSE student
and a part-time stripper

on Tottenham Court Road.

I suppose it depends
on how often she's cheating.

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

[phone rings]

Cormoran Strike's office.
Robin speaking.

(Strike)
'You sent us
an e-mail enquiry..'

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

is a little bit boring
for vegetarian?

Where's she working now?

Well, there's ten in total

but three are vegan
and one is Paleo vegan.

(Strike)
'Uh, yeah, no,
I'll put my team onto it.'

I suppose we could do

with and without cheese?

(Strike)
'And what's her name?'

[intense music]

Uh, can I call you back?

'Cheers.'

'Robin?'

[sighs]

You okay?

[sighs]
I'm fine.

We'll, uh, get back to you.

[sighs]

[phone rings]

- Yeah?
- 'We've been sent a leg.'

- A leg?
- It's not even in my size.

(Eric)
'Right, I'm on my way.'

[exhales]

Cup of tea? Or 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 did you
think it was?'

- I don't know.
- Well, you might 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 Noel 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.

She must've been terrified.

Brockbank had threatened
to cut her legs off

if anyone found out.

The scars were his idea
of a warning.

I made it all up.
It was a joke.

(female #1)
'Has your dad
ever threatened to hurt you?'

Daddy wouldn't do that.

I didn't mean any of it.

(female #1)
'If you want to tell me
anything, Brittany'

'you can.'

- '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 this Scot
called Donald Laing.

'He used to write me
threatening letters.'

'They'll be on file somewhere.'

I'll get crackin'.

No, we're just arriving.
Forensics are here.

A fuckin' leg?

(Eric)
'What about the bike?'

(Robin)
'It was a black Honda. Big.'

'Six hundred cc 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've just padded him up.

Not a fat bastard
like the boss.

- Did you sign for it?
- Yeah.

Oh, it was addressed to me.

(Strike)
'This 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 knees--"

(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 Oyster Cult.

You a fan?

They were my mum's
favorite band.

She had that particular
song title..

...tattooed.

- And where's your mum today?
- Whitechapel Cemetery.

(Strike)
Her second husband killed her.

Never went down for it though.

Jeff Whittaker.

Who do you reckon
left that one then?

(Strike)
'It was probably Uncle Ted.'

'That's an Erica carnea.'

Or it was before winter
in Whitechapel.

He grows 'em.

I don't know what those are.
Garage had it on sale.

How's your stump then?

You're like an old relative.
You don't have to ask after it.

Top girl, your mum.

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 alright
if I was earning 100 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 Oyster Cult lyrics.

He holds grudges.

This feels like him.

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

Oh, he's probably
squattin' somewhere

with some shitty
band and all.

It was addressed to my partner.

- Pretty girl?
- 'Exactly.'

So work fast.

[Robin whimpers]

Hey, Rob?

Rob, Rob, Rob.

Jesus, that sound
you were making..

What sound?

You're doing
what you used to do.

[sighs]

Look, we're gettin' married.

But 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 are you talking about?

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

And you're just getting
worked up into this state--

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

- Of course you would.
- Ugh!

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 boxin' 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.

A 100 percent no, I promise.

Tell me..

Tell me it wasn't then.

Oh.

Robs, please, I haven't even..

[Robin crying]

(Matthew on voicemail)
'Rob, I've messed up.'

'I've messed up.'

[automated message]
'Message deleted.'

'Next, new message.'

(Strike on voicemail)
'I'm trying to get
a hold of you.'

'Call me back, will you?'

[automated message]
'Message deleted.'

'Next, new message.'

(Matthew on voicemail)
'Why aren't you pickin'..'

[automated message]
'Message deleted.'

'Next, new message.'

- 'Robin, please..'
- 'Message deleted.'

[automated message]
'Next, new message.'

(Strike on voicemail)
'Ellacott, call me AS..'

[automated message]
'Message deleted.'

[intense music]

[music continues]

[cell phone rings]

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 T's.

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.'

[Blue Oyster Cult singing
"Mistress Of The Salmon Salt"]

* In the garden district *

Another one.

* Behind the bush
there lurks a girl *

* Who makes them
strong and tall *

* The 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 **

[cell phone rings]

It's ten past six.

You alright?

Um...hold on.

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

(male #1)
'What are you doing?'

Nothing.

Are you alone?

- I'm waitin' for someone.
- Can I wait with you?

No, you can't.

[sighs]

Alright, what's going on
with you?

How'd you know I was here?

I'm a detective.

I could hear the Pogues playing
when I called you.

- They're always playin' here.
- Hm.

What do you need?

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

- Nothing.
- 'Well, don't give me that.'

I've never seen you look so bad.

[chuckles]

Morale duly boosted.

Where's your engagement ring?

Put two and two together,
you're the detective.

Matthew cheated on me.

Oh.

Hmm.

What a moron!

It was a long time ago, but..

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

[chuckles]

- 'She still around?'
- Yep.

'We had dinner with her
the other night.'

[sobs]

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.

[sighs]

I was coming back
from a friend's house.

It wasn't even late.

Apparently, he'd...tried
to attack someone else

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

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, it's just a..

...horrible thing
to have happened to you.

Afterwards, I..

...I couldn't leave my room,
I had to go home to mum and dad.

That's when..

[Robin sighs]

...Matthew and Sarah..

Well, I'll, um,
see you in the morning.

- Where are you staying?
- Ugh!

Everyone I know in London
is Matthew's friend, and..

I'll get a youth hostel
or a YMCA.

Do they still have those?

I'll take you somewhere proper.

I'm totally skinned.

Well, that's probably my fault.

I'll pay.

We'll call it a wedding
cancellation present.

Where is it, though?

Wow.

This is really nice.

I do your books, remember?
I know you can't afford this.

Checkout's at 11:00.

And keep this door locked,
and stay away from the mini bar.

[indistinct chatter]

[club music]

Hey! Watch it!

[instrumental music]

[groans]

[grunts]

...the leg.
Any idea who it's from?

- Fuck off.
- Like to know who it's from.

[groans]

[sighs]

[sighs]

[phone rings]

(Eric 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.

[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?

'Listen, how am I supp..'

[groans]

[sighs]

- What've you got?
- Body of a young girl.

Hands and legs sawn off.

Caucasian, maybe aged 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 ID her.
Phone's gone to Forensics.

How about CCTV?

The camera in the lobby,
we're doin' the tapes.

- Might get lucky.
- Right.

[reporters clamoring]

- Hello.
- 'Oh...hi.'

There's a squirm of parasites
on my doorstep.

'I'll need to find this guy'

'before we're put out
of business.'

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

[toilet flushes]

[Robin retches]

- Did you just throw up?
- 'Yeah.'

'I promise I'm fine to work.'

Never doubted you.

'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.'

'80 Octavia Street.'

Oh, by the way,
careful exiting the hotel.

'We were followed last night.'

Alright. What's the address?

Sorry.

I'm down to two clients
overnight.

And 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 Oyster 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]

(Rochelle)
'Yeah.'

You have to bring him in.

[cell phone ringing]

That's right.

'Talk to you later.'

- 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..

[scoffs]
...just...exposure, and--

No. I get it.

I've got an old address
for Brockbank's sister

Holly, somewhere.

- Barrow-in-Furness.
- Mm-hm.

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 arse.

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

[intense music]

- All set?
- Ah. Oh, he had to nip off.

- See the police.
- Oh.

Do you fancy some lunch?

Glass of water would be great.

(Eric)
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.

- Where did you meet?
- We didn't meet.

(Rochelle)
Where did you try to meet?

It was a short let
office building.

I could find you the address.

We just found the 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.

(Strike)
Hi, this is Cormoran Strike.

I am 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.

(Strike)
Let's get goin'.

- So what did the police want?
- Interviewed me under caution.

Just shy of having me
arrested for murder.

Needed that.

Go on.

Well, at least Wardle
believes you.

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

Yeah, that's a real vote
of confidence.

Can you send Wardle
what 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 on what the killer's
trying to achieve.

If they wanna make sure
I never work again

send me the leg,
involve me in a murder case

and 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?
This is 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 doin'?

Pfft. Bit shit.

'Matthew keeps texting.'

Would you like to hear
about the migratory patterns

of the black marlin?

'We have two hours to go.'

- 431 YUT.
- 'Wait a second.'

[knocking on window]

(man on radio)
'Someone known
as a Mr. Michael Ellacott.'

Are you Michael Ellacott?

Um, uh, no, that's my dad.

(female #2)
'You parked in into the yellow.'

There's no loitering
near a nuclear facility.

Can I see your license, please?

Uh, yeah.

Is that what, um,
uh, what that is?

Shipyard, yeah.

- Where do you live?
- Oh, not, not together.

- Denmark Street, London.
- Ealing, London.

(female #2)
'You up here on holiday?'

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

The abbey's popular,
and the nature reserves.

We were, uh, hoping to catch up

with a friend
on our way to Scotland.

Where can I go
to have decent coffee?

No photography in this area.
Alright?

Roger that.

Yeah, it was an out.

- 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.

Hey, excuse me, sorry, I, uh..

...wondered if you might
be able to help me.

(Robin)
It has to be me.

If Holly recognizes you,
she shall tell Noel

that you're lookin' for him.

- Anyway, this will work.
- I don't like it.

You don't have to like it.
It's still a good idea.

Great.

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

[cell phone rings]

Oh. Oh.

I, I better get this.
It's my mum. Sorry.

- Hi, mum.
- 'Matthew called me.'

(female #3)
'He told me the two of you
have broken up.'

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

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

- I'm away with Strike.
- 'Oh! I see.'

No, not like that.
It's work. We're, um..

Someone sent him a l..

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

- 'Are you alright?'
- Yeah, I'm..

Oh, I don't know, I..

I can't really talk about Matt
right now. It's, um..

It's all so new, so I..

(female #3)
'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.

Thanks, Robert.

Hi, I'm looking
for Holly Brockbank.

[knocking on door]

- Holly Brockbank?
- 'Whee're thoo?'

Sorry?

Who are you?

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

I'm trying to find Noel.

Don't know. Don't care.

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.

Alright.

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.

- 'Wardle.'
- Hey.

Have you found Whittaker yet?

No, not yet.

(Strike)
'I think you should look
into Donald Laing'

'spelled A-I.'

'I've had 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.'

- So?
- Last one.

Well, we know
that Noel suffered

some problems during his time
in the army.

Problems?

Some fuckin' police copper
smashed his head

and damaged him for life.

Uh, do you mind if I, um..

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

Of course I do.
Cormoran Strike.

Fucking gadgie. Destroyed him.

Noel started having fits.

Couldn't get any work
any more after that.

- Not properly.
- Right.

He'd come around two hours,
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 one's 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.

Well, well, the truth is,
Ms. Hall

I've had a properly shit life.

You know, we 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 Cormoran Strike
bashed his head in.

How-how's Noel coping now?

Works shit jobs
in rubbish strip joints.

They 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 After Run
Society," nine letters.

- Uh..
- You alright to drive?

Half a glass of wine, I'm fine.

He's not here,
but I got a number for him.

Well bloody done.

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

I think we should give it a day
or two in case Holly calls.

Let the story bed in.

You know,
if we lose the business

I might try
personal injury claims.

Think I've got a knack for it.

(Strike)
What could you get me
for my missing leg?

(Robin)
Packet of crisps and a pint.

Anywhere cheap
to stay around here?

There's a Comfort City Express
down the road.

Thanks.

Holly told me
you smashed Noel's head in.

'Is that true?'

Oh, I can play you the interview
on scene with Brittany.

Framed my response to him.

He had a pre-existing concussion

from playing rugby that week.

'He started to have
epileptic fits.'

I got him to let it 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.

Noel was a good man
and a good father.

And off they went.

She was 12.

After that, he knew
she'd tell 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. Do not.

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.

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

Thanks.

[bell rings]

Good evening.
Are you looking for--

- Two singles, please.
- Two singles, alright, okay.

Is that one room
with two single beds or--

Um, if you've got
two different rooms..

Two rooms.

- Single in each.
- One bed in each of 'em.

Oh, right.

I'm, I'm not trying to pry,
I have to check--

No, that's fine.
Thank you.

- Hm.
- Here we are.

(Robin)
Is your leg alright?

(Strike)
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.

[knocking on door]

- Hello?
- '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.

- Oh, well, night.
- Night.

I-I was just telling you now
in case

you're making other plans
for tomorrow.

Yeah.

- Sleep well.
- Sleep well.

'Yeah, you too.'

Oh.

Give us one then.

Thanks.

Thanks.

So, how did you meet Laing?

I was on a drugs case
in Cyprus, undercover

buying grass off a local guy who
dealt with a lot of soldiers.

He told me about a squatter
who said he chained his wife up

when she threatened
to leave him.

'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'd broken her wrist
and dislocated her shoulder

tryin' 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'd have been out a while now.

(Strike)
Are you Lorraine MacNaughton?

- 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 Donny 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'd you say that?

(Lorraine)
'Because he robbed me
when he left.'

He took my jewelry.

He took my mum'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, and..

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?
- Not even a year.

(Lorraine)
It was after my mum died.

Donny did some work
for Mrs. Williams at number 37

'across the road.'

'Eighty-seven
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, um..

- I miss him.
- He was never violent?

No. And-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?

For men like Laing
and Brockbank and Whittaker

women are things to be used.

[sighs]
And she still misses him.

(Strike)
'Here we go.'

Donald Laing's
great charity efforts.

[scoffs]
Go on.

- Forty pounds.
- Oh.

Raised for psoriatic arthritis.

Well, it's not nothing.

Well, you can certainly say
for absolutely sure

that people have started
to realize he's a leech.

Yeah.

Where are you gonna stay?

Uh, at the flat.

At least for tonight.

Matthew's away, so..

Right.

'Thank you. Have a good night.'

You too.

[cell phone rings]

- 'Bob Bunsen, where are ya?'
- Office.

I found Whittaker.

I know a girl who said,
"Daddy, daddy, I love that pig."

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

'Then the pigs become diseased.'

They won't stop squealin'.

Wait.

Bob Bunsen.

Very nice. See ya later.

Would you get in?
Hey, Joe, get me some fags.

'Well, look who it is.
Sherlock fuckin' Holmes.'

As I live and breathe.

Steph, come here.

Let me tell you a little story
about this guy.

'I was banging his mummy
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.

I love him, darling.

Do you know what mummy
used to like to do?

She used to like to suck me off

'after I sang to her.'

- Hm?
- Mm-hmm.

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

Pavlovian response.

[grunts]

Fuck.

I can find you
somewhere to stay.

Just fucking get in the van.

Motherfucker.

[dial tone rings]

(girl on phone)
'Hello?'

Hello.

(male #2 on phone)
'Zaharah, give that here.'

(Zaharah on phone)
'Ring ring, ring ring.'

- 'Who's this?'
- Hello, is that Mr. Brockbank?

- 'Aye.'
- This is, um, 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-I'd be very happy
to go over it with you

if you're able to meet.
Where might be convenient?

'What about Shoreditch?'

Could I maybe have
a home address for you

and then I can send you
our paperwork?

'Do I know you, little girl?'

[laughs]
I'm pretty sure we've never met.

[phone disconnects]

Hm.

(Leda)
I love him, darling.

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

[intense music]

[doorbell buzzes]

- Who is it?
- 'It's Wardle.'

- 'Open the door.'
- Hold on. Gotta get my leg on.

[reporters clamoring]

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?

(Rochelle)
Well, I'm not sure
we can claim all the credit.

Took the morning papers
for us to piece it together.

You've never met her?

Kelsey Platt.

[intense music]

[theme music]

The three names I gave you,
who've you found?

We're still making enquiries.

(Strike)
He addressed the leg to you.

He followed you. That's
the pattern we have so far.

I know, and I will be careful.

Oh, my God. It's you.

I need to ask you
about your sister.

Robin, I do think it's time
to make a decision.

The wedding day is nearly here.

She's been followed. She's had
body parts sent to her.

Robin's good at what she does.
She's very good.

She manages the risks.

- Shanker!
- You're a sociopath.

Have you seen something?

[screams]

We're finished.

Let's just find this guy.

Go, shit!