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Matt's mom just died.

Take whatever time you need.

Owen Quine. He's a very famous novelist.

- He's helping us find daddy.

I want daddy.

The hero dies in exactly

the same way Quine did.

It must be the grimmest part of the book

and someone made him re-enact it.

- I fired Owen.

I am confident that "Bombyx Mori"

is not the work of one person.

What does Quine allege about you both?

In Andrew's case

he implies that Andrew himself

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

We've got a suspect as well. The wife.

I'll be home soon, Dodo.

I promise.

* 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 **

'Love is a, um..'

'...it's a mirage, it's a..'

'...it's a delusion.'

'For all your protest, Andrew'

I thought your depiction of this relationship

was full of love.

And brave, too

given your proximity to the subject matter.

You're referring to the suicide of my first wife.

Yes.

So, let me say this, um..

Um..

When Effigy died, um..

'I mean, when Ellie died..'

'It's me. Are you awake?'

I take it you caught the train?

Yeah, and thanks for letting me stay longer.

Matt needs me. But listen.

I've just seen a program with Andrew Fancourt.

And when he's asked about his first wife

I swear he calls her Effigy.

Effigy.

Read your words aloud.

Okay.

"Her love for him was like that

of a pertinacious gudgeon.."

Oh, no. The words are no good.

We must give her new words.

I think Leonora Quine is innocent.

I bet my remaining leg on it.

That's all I've got.

Hello, Leonora. This is Ilsa Herbert.

'She'll represent you.'

'We have limited time, so provided you'll feel able..'

When can I go?

We do need to get through some questions.

Did anyone have keys

for the house in Talgarth Road?

Andrew Fancourt.

We had spares cut when there was repairs on the roof

but I can't find 'em.

Did anyone else ever handle the keys

even just for a day?

It got rented out sometimes.

So, I suppose there's people who've been through there.

That house has been a nightmare. We cannot sell it.

And Andrew made sure nobody can make money off it

just 'cause of him not likin' Owen.

In the end, Owen said better to forget about it.

Can we talk about the credit card?

Oh, I told him I don't know anything about any of that.

A burqa, ropes, and overalls all bought six months ago

on your family credit card and delivered to the house

on Talgarth Road.

Is there a scenario where your husband

might have bought these things for himself?

I don't know. Um..

The ropes, maybe?

He liked being tied up.

He just told me what to pay off, and I did.

I never went over things with him.

Did Owen ever discuss "Bombyx Mori" with you?

He said it was gonna be a book about how a silkworm

gets boiled alive like he has been by the critics. That's it.

Hm.

Prosecution will..

...use that as evidence that you were aware

of elements in the manuscript.

How does this help him?

Ilsa's just doing her job.

I answered all these questions already though.

'The police have a different agenda.'

I'm asking you these questions

to try to keep you out of prison.

Well, I didn't do anything. That's enough, innit?

The ugly truth is it might not be.

What does she mean, "It might not be

- Look, we need-- - You shut up.

I know him. I don't know you.

You were supposed to keep me out of here, you promised.

Ilsa's a friend.

She's good at her job.

I trust her. You need to trust her too.

I know you're frustrated. I know you're scared.

But we're on your side.

I just want my Dodo.

Robin's phone, Matt speaking. Can I take a message?

Sorry, did you say mud?

You okay?

You got a call about extra cleaning for a car you hired.

- Oh, uh--

I, uh, had to drive a hired car last week.

- Uh..

Down to Devon.

We had to interview a suspect and Cormoran can't drive, so..

So that's why you couldn't help arrange my mum's funeral.

You were being his taxi.

No, I..

It looks bad.

Access, motive, this credit card thing.

The way she talks to the police. She's her own worst enemy.

All the credit card proves is that she's being framed.

Corm, everything alright?

It's fine. Just Charlotte.

No relapsing.

Yeah, Nick was clear about that as well.

Oh, I'm fine.

I need to talk to you.

Is it more headlines about me locking up the wrong person?

That wasn't very helpful.

The headlines I've just read says

"Wife accused of murder. Trained as butcher."

She's being framed, Rich.

Just ask yourself, are you saying she's clever enough

to put together this complicated murder

leaving nothing for forensics?

No useful witnesses, no credible leads, nothing

but also stupid enough

to put her disguise on the credit card?

Bob, I like you as a man

and I owe you my life, and that goes a long way.

But on this one, you're just plain wrong, mate.

Andrew Fancourt had a key to the property.

Andrew Fancourt hated Quine

long before this manuscript came out.

Why aren't you knocking on his door?

I'm gonna chalk this up to you having a bad day, Bob.

I thought you were meant to be at the British Library.

I was, but..

...plans changed, and then, the seats on the early--

Worst case scenario would be two hours standing up.

I stood all the time coming to visit you.

I'd sit in the gangway..

...because it was you.

Because you were in a shitty place and I loved ya.

I know.

I should have come sooner--

'I don't want your boss'

anywhere near our wedding.

If he can't even let you off for a day or two

when my mum dies, what kind of a man is he?

Matt, uh..

This wasn't Cormoran's fault.

Yeah.

'It was my decision to stay.'

I've wanted to be an investigator

'for as long as I can remember.'

It's the whole reason I studied psychology in the first place.

And then..

...for years, I've felt like that had been taken away.

But now I've got a chance.

'I know you don't like it.'

And, I..

...I think that's why I lied to you.

And I am sorry.

I am so sorry

'cause I should have been here for you.

But..

I don't wanna lose this.

Of course, I want you to be happy.

I am so, so sorry I wasn't here sooner.

Let's just settle and say it couldn't be helped.

When you going back?

So, how was your case?

I don't know. Ilsa, how was my case?

Well, if you're trying to keep her out of prison

pretty terrible.

- No.

Sweet kid.

Not really built for this world.

'And I think the neighbor's struggling with her.'

Aren't social services involved yet?

- It's Sunday. - I know.

I think we should start taking a closer look

at Andrew Fancourt, don't you?

Well, I've haven't come in on the weekend

to pay the utility bills.

I've got his address. Let's go.

Britain's most celebrated novelist

stripping out of a burka on a London side street.

He could have just worn it to get off Talgarth Road

then changed in the car or something.

- Let's take a look in there.

See if he could've buried the guts around the back.

Do you want to give me a leg up?

- No, no, no. I'll be alright. - Okay.

Well, he's not burying anything in here.

Shit.

- Shit.

Fuck it, this one burns. Christ.

I'm fine.

- Here. Lean on me. - No, no, I'm fine.

Well, you're obviously not. Just put your weight on my shoulder.

There's a pub around the corner.

- Bribery. - Motivation.

I'm sorry, Robin.

You didn't need this.

To saving your stump.

The amount of stuff you're meant to do

to keep it healthy..

Powders and creams and baths.

Happy birthday.

- Well.

I know your passport number by heart as well.

Many happy returns, Mr. Cormoran Blue Strike.

Are you gonna tell me where that's from?

- Nope. - 'Mm.'

I got you something.

It's billed as the taste of Cornwall.

But you can be the judge of that.

I grew up two miles from where this is made.

- It's good. - Good.

Robin, this is..

I like it.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

"Made with Cornish cow's milk."

Mm, eating nothing but Cornish grass

and looking at Cornwall.

This is exactly what the whole of Cornwall tastes like.

Fancourt lives near Hampstead Heath. It's a cruising ground.

Easy for him to go in the wood at night

without raisin' suspicion.

He could've buried the guts in there.

Have the police checked him over?

They won't. They've got Leonora.

But Fancourt's in "Bombyx Mori." You'd have thought that--

I'm not sure the Met's Literary Criticism Unit

was brought in on this one.

I mean, he's certainly got the imagination for it.

Lots of the profile pieces you read on him

talk about how he writes violence.

I'd like to find Fancourt tomorrow.

Will your leg be alright for that?

Yeah, it'd be fine.

- My morning's free after all.

I could tail Fancourt.

You haven't been trained.

I want to do it.

I'll be careful.

And Liz Tassel's agreed to talk to you about Fancourt.

It'll be a lunch, so you'll be sitting down.

- No, just a water for me. - Certainly.

How's Leonora?

- Well, she's been arrested. - Yes.

So, as you'd expect.

Orlando is half the reason I kept Owen on.

I hope she'll be looked after.

I don't think they have any other family.

Yes, well, she won't be left to starve.

Fortunately, this is England. We're still halfway civilized.

The Quines barely have anything.

Ah.

I've had to give them a lot of help over the years.

Can we talk about Andrew Fancourt?

Why?

I gather he and Quine fell out.

Oh, that was a long time ago.

You were all friends together once.

Is that right?

I represented them both.

Must've been quite a coup to have

Andrew Fancourt as a client.

Well, he hadn't won any major prizes

when I took him on.

We were friends.

Back then, we both wrote, but of course

he became Andrew Fancourt and I stopped.

Andrew called my efforts..

...lamentably derivative.

No doubt, correctly.

Why did he leave your agency?

Because Owen wrote a parody of his wife's novel

and I refused to sack him over it.

I abhor censorship and I dislike being threatened.

Andrew forced me to choose and so I did.

Oh.

But after Fancourt's wife killed herself

over that parody, didn't you..

Anyone who kills herself over a little criticism

has no business writing.

Do you know how, do you know how many people

think they can write?

Mountains of dreck

and billions of wasted hours.

Ellie Fancourt had..

Or Andrew at least should have read the work and stopped it.

Roper only published it as a sop to Andrew.

Did her no favors.

Andrew and I

haven't had a relationship for a very long time.

His parody of Ellie Fancourt's novel

why did Quine write it?

You're asking the wrong person.

But if he and Fancourt were friends..

Mm, they were never really friends.

Andrew tolerated Owen.

He was an amusing dirty joke.

Did Owen dislike Andrew?

Envied him, probably.

Did you ever regret choosing to keep Quine on

instead of Fancourt?

- Given that Fancourt-- - I never regretted it.

I regret that Andrew forced me to choose.

I'll gather you were once in love with him.

You seem to have very thoroughly raked over all our lives.

Is there anything you actually want to ask me?

Or have you asked me here

to watch me suffer over old memories?

Well, I'm sorry.

Well, what is the point in asking me that?

I have been..

I have been disappointed many times.

By Andrew, by others.

I live alone with a dog who is on his last legs.

What are you actually gaining by pointing out

these failings of mine?

I'm sorry if I--

No, no, no. Rubbish.

I had at least taken comfort

in building a business..

...but Quine has damaged that too.

I have..

I have had it.

I don't deserve this.

I'm sorry for upsetting you.

I promise you, I'm only trying to help Leonora.

You ask too much of people.

You are cruel.

So, this is the parody that Quine wrote

of Ellie Fancourt's novel.

It was taped to her grave. Somebody's taunting him.

Or blackmailing him if they've got proof Fancourt killed Quine.

That's bloody good work, Robin.

'Oh, it-it wasn't, really.'

I messed up loads, I lost track of him

and then he walked right past me.

Well, some training will help.

- 'I'm in here.'

Just finishin' up.

Wow.

Thanks.

Have you ever tried to iron a dress?

There's no right angles.

Well, that's the problem with breasts for you.

This is excellent work.

You know, I'd forgotten how it's sort of

sort of calmin'.

Do you want to a box set later?

Actually, I've got to work.

There's someone we need to speak to tonight

it's our only opportunity.

Sorry, if I'd have known you were coming back, I'd..

...I'd have tried to get out of it.

Can we do it tomorrow?

No problem.

We're guests of Daniel Chard.

Cormoran Strike plus one.

Yeah. Go ahead.

Plus one.

He's not keen on me, is he?

They moan about declining book sales.

Everyone I've met so far in publishing

either has a drink in their hand

or will only meet for lunch.

Hmm. It's not a bad life, is it?

- Oh, he's back already.

A party where I can smoke.

Oh, thank you.

I should've brought a cardi.

During a period of..

...rapid change in the world of publishing

one fact remains..

...indisputably true.

Work with great writers

and your readers will come.

- Hm, that's right. - Yeah.

In that vein, tonight

I am delighted to announce that..

...perhaps the most garlanded novelist in England

is returning to Roper Chard after 20 years.

Ladies and gentlemen, Andrew Fancourt.

- The man himself. - 'Thanks, Dan.'

Thanks, everyone, uh..

It's good to be back. It feels like a homecoming.

Um..

I wrote for Chard.

And then, I wrote for Roper.

They were good days. I was an angry young man.

Now, I'm an angry old man.

I look forward to raging for you.

- Mm.

I see you're struggling to choose a drink.

I can tell you the champagne won't kill you. I picked it out.

Well, that's what I'll have, then.

Champagne, twice.

Now, I'm gonna ask you, perhaps the most provocative question

you can be asked at one of these things.

Read anything good lately?

Well, actually the last thing I read, if I'm honest..

...was "Bombyx Mori."

- 'There you go.' - Thanks.

Owen Quine returns to his true metier

the poison pen letter.

What did you think of my depiction?

Have you read it?

I've been told about it.

Owen was a very minor writer

with a very large ego.

This conversation would have pleased him..

...enormously.

Can I introduce you to someone?

Sure.

Cormoran Strike, this is Andrew Fancourt.

The one-legged detective.

'I've read about you, Mr. Strike.'

I've been looking into Owen Quine's death.

I was hoping we'd have a chance to talk.

Well..

Here we are.

And may I commend you on your choice of bait.

Consider me utterly reeled in.

Being a co-owner, you must have run into Quine at Talgarth Road.

I haven't been there in ten years.

'You inherited it from your friend, Joe North.'

Losing a-a friend and your wife

in the same year, that must have hurt.

I didn't lose my wife, I tripped over her body

in the dark of our kitchen.

Did you ever confront Quine about the parody he wrote?

- No.

- I am, yes.

You're gonna spare one of those?

I gather your ex-fiancee

is about to get married.

You pop up as a footnote

in articles about her.

That's high praise.

Tell me.

'Are you attracted to troubled women'

or do they become troubled because of you?

Perhaps, I should ask you.

Oh, we just work together.

Why would Quine use "Bombyx" to deny

he wrote the parody of your wife's work?

That was 30 years ago. Surely the damage is done.

Ellie thought that if she married a writer

it would change the way

the world saw her.

When that failed, she tried being a writer herself.

Now, Quine saw himself

reflected in her.

Most writers aren't very imaginative, Mr. Strike.

They end up writing about themselves.

'Quine, like Ellie, was a failed writer'

struggling to gain some status through writing

by preying in my shadow.

Take care, Mr. Strike.

Ms. Bait.

Hi. Hi.

- Robin. - Hi. Come in, come in.

Uh, there you go.

There.

So..

Yes, do, uh, have a seat.

Um, do you want coffee?

- I'm alright, thanks. - Alright.

- Thank you for seeing us. - Oh, yeah. Anything for Owen.

Bastard.

Tried to catch you at the Roper Chard party

but you disappeared after Fancourt's speech.

Yes.

What do you think of Andrew Fancourt?

- Yes.

Oh, terrific writer. Absolute shit of a human being.

" - Yeah, we both have.

But you-you've spoken to people about it.

You know what it all means and so on.

I didn't recognize you in it.

Oh, I'm the Cutter.

- An editor, you see. - Oh.

Uh, for my cameo

Quine dusted down the old rumor

that Fancourt had fathered my daughter.

Cheers, Owen.

'Rest in peace, old boy.'

It must've hurt, what he said about you.

Well, if you want lifelong camaraderie, you join the army.

If you want peers who'll glory in your failure

work with novelists.

'No loyalty.'

And of course it hurt me.

Well, anyway

I'm gonna have a drink.

Um, precious little to be sober for this afternoon.

You'll join me?

- Oh, I think a Barolo.

- Sounds great. - Good man.

Bit early, isn't it?

It will help him feel we're on his side.

And I like Barolo.

I was talking to Liz Tassel yesterday.

I hope you met her on a good day.

She can be an utter bitch.

Uh, uh.

Here's to new-found candor.

There.

Mm.

Uh, Liz made a pass at Andrew

after Ellie died.

'And Andrew told me at the time'

'that he saw it as a badge of honor'

that, um, he couldn't get it up for her.

Prick.

Funnily enough, she didn't tell me that story.

No, I don't imagine she did.

Hmm, anyway, injured pride

is absolutely why she went with Quine over Andrew.

Do you think Fancourt had a motive to kill Quine?

Well, obviously, there's the book's claim

that Fancourt wrote the parody of his wife himself.

Could that be true?

Could Fancourt..

...kill a man?

Well, he's very good at writing hate.

There's a kind of viciousness that comes from somewhere

even if it's disguised.

See, a writer gives himself away like that

invariably puts himself into the text more than he knows.

Daniel Chard had an interesting theory about that with "Bombyx."

Well, Daniel certainly didn't like what Quine

said about him.

He thinks the manuscript could have had

more than one contributor.

Well, that's rather an interesting thought.

There we are.

'There are lots of parts that feel like classic Quine'

more shock-horror stuff.

But there are other parts where..

Now..

I've edited his stuff for 20 odd years

and I never once saw him use a semicolon.

And in that manuscript, there are several.

Now, that is not the kind of thing

a writer embraces late in his career.

Thank you. You've been very helpful.

Thank you.

Alright, I'm off to Fulham.

'Sorry about before.'

If I'd known he was dead, I..

That's okay.

I remember you said something about..

He told you he was gonna put you in his next book.

It seemed to me like you were expecting to read

a very different manuscript.

He loved me.

He told he wanted to be with me

and work with me.

And then..

And I'm a writer as well

so this was a big deal for me.

He told me he was writing a book with me in it.

And then I read it

and he calls me Harpy.

Makes jokes about my sister's cancer.

Just staggeringly, staggeringly painful.

- He always said he loved me.

And he said by me bein' in his book

we'd be together.

I burned it.

Never trust a novelist.

I should have that tattooed on my arm.

I loved him and he just humiliated me.

Look, it fits, or rather

there's so many other pieces that don't quite fit.

It might be the only thing that explains it.

First of all, the title.

Leonora says Quine told her silkworms are boiled.

The silkworm in "Bombyx" is cut open.

But then, there's the fact that the book features

its hero burned by a liquid.

And the site just happens to be filled with hydrochloric acid

and that's a neat coincidence.

Kathryn Kent was expecting a very different book.

Jerry Waldegrave and Daniel Chard

both detected foreign influence in the text.

We keep hearing different versions of the same thing.

Something is not quite right with "Bombyx Mori."

So, we need a literary analyst.

Someone who can compare writing styles.

Yeah, I could get on that.

And there might also be something else of Quine's.

Um, what will you do?

There's only one instance we know of

where Quine discussed the manuscript with somebody.

The lunch with Liz Tassel where she fired him.

Are you going for lunch again?

Needs must.

Good of you to do this, Al.

I get to hang out with my brother

in my favorite restaurant.

What's not to like?

Dad is still hoping you'll meet up with him.

How are ya?

Uh, media bollocks, sexy girlfriend..

Can't complain.

Look, you know people here, don't you?

Yeah, I come here a lot.

I need to talk to anyone who might have seen

an argument in here.

Uh..

Well, Frankie's on. She knows everyone.

Mate. Could you ask Frankie to come over and have a word?

Thank you.

How are the rest of the siblings?

Oh, the Rokeby diaspora.

Yeah, no, they're good.

Dad got inducted into the Rock And Roll Hall of Fame.

- No. Passed me by.

Yeah, you look around and, uh..

Well, these guys are getting really old now.

Hall of DJs won't have the same vibe, will it?

Hi, I work with Cormoran Strike.

Is it alright if I come in and have a look around?

I could use a break, if I'm honest.

Orlando's upstairs. I'll go and fetch her.

- I'm Robin. - 'Hi.'

Nice to meet you.

- Hey, Al. - Oh, Frankie.

- This is my brother, Cormoran. - Hi.

'Uh, can you spare five minutes?'

It'll have to be a very quick five.

Apparently, these two had a round here

'over a fortnight ago.'

Oh, yeah, police asked us about this already.

'Last known sighting, wasn't it?'

- 'Oh, my God.'

They were ridiculous.

At one point, he stood up

literally pointed his finger at her and shouted

"The world shall know you made Fancourt's dick limp."

I can see why you wouldn't forget that, yeah.

Did it seem like they were putting it on?

Oh, he was hammin' it up, enjoying being a massive prick.

She looked properly angry

'by telling him to sit down and shut up.'

'Walked out on her.'

So, he was acting?

Look, I've got to get back. Is that okay?

- We will tip heavily. - Thanks, sweetie.

I never get called sweetie by waitresses.

Well, that's because you're, uh, not tipping heavily enough.

Do you have a dog?

Uh, yes.

Well, well, my family does.

His name's Rowntree.

I want a dog.

- I just want a dog.

What's your name?

Robin.

I'm Dodo. I'm a bird.

- Robins are birds. - Yeah.

Can I draw you one?

Alright.

Hm.

And..

There you go.

What else is in there?

I can't show you the insides.

That's where I put things

I've stolen.

Oh.

If I was to give you something of mine to steal

could I have a look inside then?

Oh.

You've got expensive taste.

Okay.

Here you go.

Wow.

Are you stealing it?

- No.

You can steal it.

Thanks, Orlando.

Do you think we should go outside now?

No.

You stay with me.

Stay! Stay! Stay!

I'll come and see you again, I promise.

Stay!

- She's just missing her mum.

We'll be alright, Dodo. Won't we, Dodo?

'Come on, my darling. There we go.'

Regular names. Eddie Boy and Kate.

There's no baroque archetypes here.

You did well to get this.

Apparently, a lot of people are scoutin' for it

'cause it's got Fancourt's earliest published story in it.

How's it looking?

Uh, yes, so

'you see here, in these short stories'

'and here, in this parody'

the same unusual formulation of phrase.

and, uh, h-here again, in this piece.

Uh, the semi-colon, uh

'used more frequently than usual.'

Ah, yes. Look here.

'Fancourt favors an Oxford comma'

and it's across all three pieces.

Uh, here, in Quine's novel

no Oxford comma.

It's the kind of thing a writer usually is in or out on.

Is it proof?

No.

Um, but these things, uh, together

I would bet that whoever wrote this parody piece

also wrote your "Bombyx Mori."

Uh, and, uh, probably this short story too.

- Harder to say here. - I'd bet on it as well.

It's a sophisticated revenge, isn't it?

The story of your grudge

in the form of a-a secret parody of Quine himself.

Hmm.

A story that leaves Quine's lover

his wife and his colleagues all hating him.

It's a very comprehensive kind of revenge.

But too complicated.

That's what I'm pickin' in the end.

'Anstis, last favor.'

'You need to trust me on this.'

'You're gonna need to get a search warrant.'

Are you sure about this?

Absolutely.

It's like a "Bombyx Mori" reunion.

Mr. Chard, Mr. Fancourt, if you have a moment?

It concerns "Bombyx Mori."

I read the parody of your wife's novel, Mr. Fancourt.

How does it hold up?

What struck me was how spiteful it was.

But what about "Bombyx?"

'The two pieces were written by the same person.'

- Well, we know that. - Owen Quine was not the author.

I couldn't hear the title of that wretched book raised

and not apologize...to you both.

'Good evening, Miss Tassel, I was just telling them'

that Owen Quine didn't write "Bombyx Mori."

At least not the version I've read.

'He did write a book called "Bombyx Mori"'

and he intended to settle some scores with it.

Embarrass a few old sparring partners.

But his anecdote

about Mr. Fancourt's limp dick

'doesn't appear in the text we were given.'

What are you talking about?

You wrote the parody of Ellie Fancourt's novel.

The one she killed herself over.

Owen Quine knew you wrote it.

That is a disgusting slur.

You wrote a short story for an Oxford anthology.

Its style is a good match

with both "Bombyx Mori"

and the parody of Ellie Fancourt's book.

Andrew, don't listen to this. It is absolute rubbish.

'It's all there in the book you wrote, Ms. Tassel.'

'You were hurt when Andrew rejected your writing'

'and again, when he rejected your love.'

'Owen Quine had a price for keeping your secret.'

You didn't support that family out of pity.

He blackmailed you for nearly 30 years.

He forced you to choose him over Andrew as a client.

Poor Mr. Strike.

So buggered for money, he has to scrape the barrel.

'It was your idea for Quine to make a scene in the restaurant'

'and shout at you, storm out.'

Then later, he'd hole up in Talgarth Road

while the press picked up on the row in his disappearance.

It had worked for him in the past.

That's rubbish.

'Afterwards, you visited Leonora's house'

'to reassure her when Quine went missing.'

You took the opportunity to remove every notebook

from Quine's study that contained scraps

of the real "Bombyx Mori."

But you didn't manage to destroy every trace.

I found some pages from the real manuscript.

And an original typewriter ribbon.

The police have just pulled

'an electric typewriter'

'the same model as Quine's'

'from the millpond'

at your friend, Dorcus Pengelly's house.

They'll be here imminently.

The acid you used really did rip your throat to shreds.

Robin! Ah!

Don't..

Robin!

- Yes.

I'm fine. I'm fine.

Yes, I'll hold.

'Robin?'

I think it's good news. Call us a cab.

' - 'In prison.'

'On suicide watch.'

The police found your husband's real book in her house.

Daniel Chard wants to read it with a view to publish it.

This one might even sell a few copies.

Oh.

Oh.

Is Anstis talking to you?

Has to, I've saved his life.

I know him, and like most coppers, he doesn't want to see

the wrong person locked up.

They checked her freezer, by the way.

- Not the guts. - Feeding them to her dog.

Oh, that's disgusting.

Does Matty mind about all that?

Oh, yeah, I told him I had seen worse on him

after rugby matches and claimed gender equality.

Well, I'm gonna get the tube.

Oh, I, um, I..

Your ex sent in some photos, by the way.

And I opened them by accident.

She's not my problem anymore.

Right. Well, I'll see you tomorrow.

- Robin.

I got something for you.

- Open it.

"Surveillance course.

You find it, I'll pay for it."

Really?

So, partners, yeah?

* Oh yesterday's to come*

* Godspeed your distant sun *

* Oh yesterday's to come *

* I will never ever wish you away *

* Never ever wish you away *

* All of tomorrow's shapeless and undefined *

* We'll merge into one *

* In a final meant *

* For yesterdays to come *

* All of tomorrow's *

* Shapeless and undefined *

* We'll merge into one *

* In a final meant *

* For yesterdays to come **