All language subtitles for Strike 2 The Silkworm S02E02_[English] (SUBRIP)

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 **