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[traffic humming]

[muffled dance music,
lively chatter]

Viv.

♪ Oh, you keep me waiting

♪ You keep me waiting,
wanting more ♪

Stay a bit longer.

[scoffs] I can't miss the bus.

My dad's gone nuts since
that whistler thing happened.

See you.

[phone ringing]

[suspenseful music]

Fleet speaking.

Hello?

[man crying]

Toby?

Toby, is that you?

No, no, no, no!

[panting]

[man crying]

I'm sorry, okay?

Where are you?

Just talk to me, please.

Toby, tell me you
won't do anything.

[call disconnecting tone]

[sighs]

Hi.

Hi!

Please!

[sighs]

[suspenseful music]

[rustling]

[gasping]

[dog whining]

Thank you, God.

Hi.

Hi there.

Sorry, can you tell me which
is the road to Cobb's End?

Hi.

[dramatic music]

[screaming]

[whistling eerie tune]

♪

Sorry for the
early morning call,

but there's been another
incident in Kent overnight,

a second young woman murdered.

A farmer found the
body just before dawn.

You knew about the
first, I'll take it?

Yes, this is where whistling
was heard near the scene.

Indeed.

The press have certainly latched

on to that particular detail.

We think it's the same killer,
both victims strangled.

Looks like neither was raped,
but clothing was disturbed.

And they had one other
thing in common...

both girls worked at Larkskill
Nuclear Power Station.

We think there's a possibility

they were murdered because
they worked at Larkskill.

I'm not familiar with the area,

but presumably a large
percentage of the

local population works there.

Couldn't it be a coincidence?

Our killer has a
particular calling card,

the letter L carved
into the forehead.

The new PM is about to announce

a massive rapid expansion
of nuclear power.

She wants to appoint
someone to oversee it,

a nuclear supremo, if you will.

The favored candidate
for the role

is the executive director
of Larkskill, Alex Mayer.

I can't imagine
there's much crossover

between predatory
murderers and pacifist

anti-nuclear campaigners.

Not all pacifists.

We're playing catch-up
when it comes to

the anti-nuclear movement,
but we have growing evidence

it's being infiltrated
by anarchists

and hardline leftists,

both here in Europe
and in the States.

Nuclear is divisive and iconic,

which makes it the
perfect target.

- For what?
- Disruption.

Destabilizing governments,
possibly something more deadly.

Terrorism, essentially.

Sudslaw, head of CID
in the Larkskill area,

has just gone on sick
leave for two months,

so we have an acting DCI.

In fact, she's one
of yours, Adam.

Kate Miskin?

You okay to work with her again?

Of course.

She's an excellent officer.

[car humming]

[seagulls calling]

[pensive music]

♪

[phone ringing]

[indistinct conversations]

We know Vivienne left
the disco around 9:30.

She was supposed to catch
the 9:36 bus to Cobb's End.

Her body was found
here, around 5 miles

from where Denise Sheppard
was found 10 days ago.

Now, both locations are
close to crossroads.

Perhaps our killer travels by
car, waits near a crossroads

to have a better chance
of a victim coming along.

So we got our own
version of the Ripper.

Copycat maybe.

If the killings are random, yes.

But we're still unsure
about a sexual motive.

We'll see what the
pathologist says.

But the carving of the
L, it complicates things.

Both women work at Larkskill.

Is that a significant
connection?

Now, there's no need to
say again that we do not

share this detail with anyone.

Anyone.

We've got no witness talking
about whistling this time.

Yet.

But the press will
want to run with that.

Leave the press to me.

So we split in two.

Half of you, I want to stay on
the witnesses from the disco

door to door.

Half of you, I
want at Larkskill.

Anything new on Toby Gledhill?

Nothing yet, boss.

Toby Gledhill?

Um, everyone, this is

Commander Dalgliesh
from the Met.

He'll be running the
investigation from now on.

Co-running it with
acting DCI Miskin.

Uh, Dr. Toby Gledhill, sir,
a senior research scientist

at Larkskill.

He disappeared two days
before the first murder,

and for no other
reason than that

he's our only suspect so far.

Okay, let's go.

[chatter]

Hi.

Hi.

[pensive music]

♪

Vivienne Mitchell.

She's a catering assistant.

Hasn't been with us long.

This is incredible.

I... uh... two members of
staff in what, 10 days?

Given that, our
offices are going

to need to interview
everyone who works here,

not just those who work directly

with Vivienne or Denise.

All our staff are
thoroughly vetted.

We'll run our own
checks, Ms. Roberts.

You think the killer works here?

You should know
there's a possibility

the killer is deliberately
targeting Larkskill employees.

What?

We need you to tell your staff

to be particularly
vigilant from now on,

especially the women.

Right, but targeting us?

Look, I knew there were some
ill feelings towards us,

of course, anti-nuclear
campaigners,

but I can't believe
they'd go so far as to...

There is a local
anti-nuclear group

run by a total
lunatic called Pascoe.

- Hilary.
- Well, he is.

He turned up at
our last open day

with a gang of his
supporters, shouted me down

every time I opened my mouth,
called me a liar twice.

If anyone had been recording,
I'd have been suing.

I can't quite see Pascoe having
the same capability to...

He lives in a shitty
caravan on the headland.

Speak to him... although if
he was gonna kill anyone,

he'd probably start with me.

Perhaps you should
go and break the news

to Vivienne's colleagues.

[clears throat]

Has there been a direct threat?

No.

The role you're in line for,
Dr. Mayer, Nuclear Supremo...

It's... it's not
quite mine yet...

unless you know
something I don't?

Have you told anyone about it?

Yes, my senior management team.

I thought they should know if
I might be leaving for London.

But you can't think
someone's doing this to,

what, discredit me?

Have you had any difficulties
recently with any of the staff?

Disciplinary or...

No, no, nothing like that.

How about with
Dr. Toby Gledhill?

No.

No, there would be no
difficulties with him.

As I said when you
called, I just...

I think he's probably
been working too hard.

The research we've been
doing around the new reactor,

he was due to leave,
and... [sighs]

I think he'll probably
return when he's ready.

Look, he's a
brilliant young man,

so, well, we make allowances
for someone like that.

[knocking]

Excuse me.

Do you need me to move
your 3:30, Dr. Mayer?

It's fine.

Uh, well, Ms. Tyson

can facilitate
everything you need,

and I'm always here, of course.

Thank you.

Oh, sorry, is it
Commander Adam Dalgliesh?

Uh, my sister's Alice Mayer,
the agony aunt... not a term

she's overly fond of.

But I believe you share a
publisher and have, um...

We met once at a drinks event.

It was a pleasure.

Well, she lives here
on the headland.

In fact, I... I lodge with her.

Please give her my regards.

I will.

[suspenseful music]

♪

[door buzzing]

[chatter]

DCI Miskin, can I
speak to you, please?

Come in.

Mr. Fleet alerted us to
Dr. Gledhill's disappearance.

Yes, he called me last
night here on my extension.

At least I'm almost
certain it was him.

He didn't speak, but I
could hear someone crying.

What time was this?

Around 9:15.

I tried to get him to tell me
where he was, but he wouldn't.

Any clues, sounds,

to suggest where
he might have been?

I feel...

I'm really concerned about him.

Have you spoken to
his parents yet?

They haven't heard anything.

You work closely
with Dr. Gledhill?

Yes, I'm operations
superintendent,

so we liaised all the time.

Any idea why he might
have been crying?

Any particular strain
he's been under recently?

Dr. Mayer thinks he's
been working too hard.

He worked longer
hours than any of us.

What about his private life?

Is... is he involved
with anyone?

I don't know
anything about that.

Does he have any
difficulty around

forming relationships or...

Are... are you asking
me if Toby's, what,

some sort of psychopath?

He's not.

No way.

I do know that much.

[seagulls calling]

[pensive music]

♪

Mr. Neil Pascoe?

Yes?

DCI Miskin.

This is Commander Dalgliesh.

We understand you run a campaign

group, People Against Nuclear.

Yes.

Why?

Commander?

It's a new one on me.

We're here in relation
to an incident

at Larkskill Power Station.

[baby babbling]

Is there somewhere we
could talk, Mr. Pascoe?

Not in here.

Unless you want to sit
on each other's laps.

[tense music]

Right, whatever's
going on at Larkskill

has got nothing to
do with me or PAN.

I haven't been near
the place for weeks.

Since the last open day.

[scoffs]

We understand that
you and your group

were confrontational
at the open day.

Well, yeah.

It was the whole
reason for being there.

Is this that woman,
Hilary Roberts?

'Course it is.

We understand that you
accused her of lying.

Because she was!

She was stood in front of
gullible members of the public,

telling them blatant lies
about the safety of that place.

She's not even a
scientist, although she

makes out that she is.

Do you know what she said about
the Three Mile Island accident

in the States?

Only two people died.

Only two people.

Right, to start with,
that's two people

who have lost their lives.

No mention at all of
the radiation damage

done to countless other people.

And now they're going to put
the same sort of reactor here.

Can you tell us where you were

last night between the
hours of 6:00 and midnight?

Why?

He was here with me all evening.

Amy Camm Cuems.

I was here.

And what about the night
of the 10th of September?

It was a Monday.

That's the night that
girl died, isn't it?

The Whistler thing.

Why the hell are you
asking me about that?

Just answer the
question, please.

I was here.

How many members does PAN have?

300 and counting.

Look, we're a legitimate
campaigning organization.

We're affiliated with
some of the larger groups.

We're only interested in
preserving life, nothing else.

We'll need a list
of your members'

names and contact details.

Why? No.

I've only got one membership
list, and I need it.

Photocopy it.

Bring it to the station
in town tomorrow, please.

[tense music]

♪

I've drafted adverts
for the girls' jobs.

How long do you think
we ought to leave

it before posting them?

It's up to you.

It's your department.

Not that we'll get
many applicants.

Take a job at Larkskill and die.

[laughs]

Come to mine tonight.

Join me for a swim if you like.

Help you forget all of this.

No, I told Alice I'd be home.

I'm sure your sister can manage.

Sometimes I feel like I'm having

an affair with a married man.

I didn't appreciate the way
you spoke to me before in front

of the police, patronizing me.

No, I just didn't
think it was very

professional for you to
be casting aspersions

about Pascoe, that's all.

These are people's lives.

Don't make out I'm the
one without empathy.

[tense music]

♪

I want you at mine tonight.

You aren't serious?

You know the way
this works now, Alex.

Please don't push me.

I want you in my bed.

It's not such a bad thing.

Think about what I
have lost for you.

[lively chatter]

That was Alice Mayer.

She's invited me to
dinner tomorrow night.

Her brother will be there.

Well, Dr. Mayer is
hardly a suspect.

Could be useful.

I've seen her
columns, Alice Mayer.

Seems a bit low-brow
for your publisher.

She wrote a memoir
a few years ago

about losing her father
when she was a child.

He was gardening and
cut through an artery.

It was her and her brother
who found his body.

God.

Alex Mayer?

I read it after I met her.

She writes very honestly
about the lasting effects

of sudden loss.

I take it back.

Congratulations, by the way.

Oh.

Thanks.

His name is Damien.

I met him not long
after I moved down.

He's a paramedic.

He's great.

I'm sure he is,
if you chose him.

How have you been, anyway?

Fine.

Look, I... look, I'm
pregnant, 4 and 1/2 months.

I'm gonna get married
before it comes.

Don't tell anyone, please.

They wouldn't have asked
me to step up if they knew.

My boss should be back before
it really starts to show, so.

Right.

That's really
wonderful news, Kate.

Yeah.

I suppose it is.

I mean, timing could be better.

Big new job, serial killer.

[sighs]

You're more than equal to it.

[soft music]

Is that why you're here?

Sorry.

It's the sensitivity around...

I know.

I don't even know
why I said that.

I'm glad that you're here.

I'm worried.

What worries you the most?

Failing.

More women dying.

The scrutiny, the criticism.

And you only have to
look at what's happening

in West Yorkshire
and the Ripper.

The press would have
a field day with me.

You're not going to fail.

♪

[seagulls calling]

He's down.

Can you watch him?

Yeah?

Where are you off to?

Meet my lover in the sand dunes.

[laughs] What?

You had your chance.

You don't want me.

I've got to look elsewhere.

Stop it, Amy.

It's not that I...

it's not that I didn't want you.

It's...

You didn't want
to take advantage.

I gave you and Timmy a home.

And I don't want you to
feel like you need to...

like you need to repay me...

I know.

[chuckles]

You're too honorable
for your own good.

Back in an hour.

[waves crashing,
seagulls calling]

[suspenseful music]

♪

Bedroom's ready
when you are, sir.

Thank you.

Mr. Jessop, what's
the local feeling

like about the power station?

Well, we're all for it.

Jobs, money.

This place wouldn't
survive without it.

Yeah, it might give us
the creeps sometimes.

But, uh, if
Larkskill is an evil,

it's a bloody necessary
one in my book.

[seagulls calling]

[suspenseful music]

♪

[gasping]

[ominous music]

♪

Morning, early bird.

I just had to change.

I couldn't sleep.

It's awful about the girl.

I'm so sorry.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's... it's shocking.

What did Dalgliesh say?

Do they have suspects?

No, I don't think so.

They're interviewing
every member of staff, so.

What if it stops me
getting the job, Alice?

Hilary said something last night

that when people hear the
name Larkskill from now on,

all they're going to
think about is dead

young girls lying in ditches.

PR is not going to
let it influence

the decision, really.

It's just I...

so close.

You are the whole package...

the research side, the
management, the technical.

No one else offers them that.

[sighs]

The job is yours by rights.

Thank you.

Let's have some coffee.

Yeah.

Oh, he said yes to
dinner, by the way...

- Adam Dalgliesh.
- Oh.

As long as he can get away.

And I invited Giles
Fleet as well.

I hope that's okay.

Don't want an odd number.

No, it's fine.

But, um, I'd... I'd
better ask Hilary.

I know she'd want to come.

Well, okay.

Sorry, I... I
suppose I don't know

where things are at between
you two at the moment.

A few weeks ago, I
got the impression

you were finishing it.

Yes, no, I know.

It's... it's complicated.

She wants to come
to London with me.

Thinks we have a future.

Well, you both have to
think you have a future.

That's how these things work.

[suspenseful music]

Thank you.

Charlotte, I just had
my police interview.

It was horrible.

They make you feel like
you've got something to hide.

It's not our fault
those girls worked here.

I'm sure dying was a lot
more horrible for them.

Yes, I didn't mean...

Tonight, were you thinking
of going home to change or...

- Why?
- Won't I do?

Yes.

No, I just mean, if you were,
I could come and collect you.

I don't want you
to have to travel

to the restaurant on your own.

They said women
should be careful.

Well, we can go
straight from here.

Great.

Great!

Sweet.

My Dave used to be like
that till I married him.

So the pathologist is
certain the marks on her neck

are a match with
those found on Denise.

We're looking for something
smooth, no wider than a scarf.

Pathologist suggested a tie.

The L certainly carved
with the same blade,

thin and very sharp.

Nothing under the fingernails,
no sign of a struggle.

Her bra had been pulled up.

Boy she was with at the disco?

He claims not.

And we know Denise's bra
was unfastened and pulled

to the side, and
all she'd done was

sit at the pub with friends.

If the killer is deliberately
targeting Larkskill,

they'd have to be certain
the women worked there.

They'd have to spot them
or track them, watch them.

That could have helped with
the element of surprise.

Where are we at with
Gledhill's phone call to Fleet?

They're still trying
to get a location, sir.

Pascoe's membership list?

Yeah, none of the names are a
match for the names or aliases

that the Yard sent through.

So far, we've got one previous,

public order offense, demo
a couple of years ago.

Nothing on Pascoe himself?

No.

Clean records, sir.

Okay.

Roadblocks, start tonight.

Here, here, and here.

That's all the main
roads in and out of town.

Sloping off early, Giles.

I'll see you at Alex's.

You're going to be there?

Of course, I am.

Oh.

Good.

Toby.

Any news?

No.

Tell me if he gets
in touch, please.

I know how close you are.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- All right.
- Thank you.

Bye-bye.

That was Toby Gledhill's
PhD supervisor, Imperial.

There were never any complaints
or concerns about Gledhill,

but he did describe him
as socially awkward.

He didn't use the
word "loner," but.

Definitely fits the profile.

I think we should speak
to Fleet again tomorrow.

We both felt he
was holding back.

Sir, I just don't buy
the political connection.

I don't buy Pascoe's involvement

or any anti-nuclear element.

Why introduce even the slightest

suggestion of anything sexual?

What would they gain?

I know MI5 has its reasons,
but how do we know the L

doesn't mean something else?

[suspenseful music]

[knocking]

Oh.

Not late, am I?

No.

I thought I'd come and find you.

Ah.

I need to grab my stuff.

You should wait outside, really.

I won't touch.

It's so cool in here.

Which one do you work at?

Which one?

I cover all of them.

Me and the other engineers.

Hmm.

That's kind of sexy.

Is it?

Yes.

All that power literally
at your fingertips.

Charlotte, someone said
today that Dr. Mayer

is going to be leaving soon,

some big, new job in London.

Is it true?

I can't talk about that.

Would he ask you to go with him?

Because isn't that what they
do with their PA sometimes?

I've told you before not
to ask about my work.

I don't want you to go.

I'm serious about us.

Really serious.

We've been on four
dates, Reeves.

But I want us to go steady.

My mum said, what
are you waiting for?

And...

Do you want us to
have sex tonight?

Because right now,
being in here with you,

it's really turning me on.

[suspenseful music]

♪

[seagulls calling]

[knocking]

Commander, welcome.

Sorry I'm a little late.

And, Adam, please,
in this context.

Oh, of course.

Hello, you made it.

Oh!

It's so lovely to see you.

Hilary, you've... you've met?

- Yes, hi.
- Good evening.

Oh, actually,
you're not the last.

We are still expecting Giles,
my ops super, Giles Fleet.

So, well, shall we?

[uncorking]

[soft piano]

I read your latest
volume of poems.

I thought it was wonderful.

Thank you.

I was glad to see
your writing again.

The last time we met...

Yes.

Hmm.

The grief has,
um, moved somehow.

Mm.

I'm able to...

I was going to say channel
it, but that sounds cynical.

I'm not afraid of it anymore.

And it showed.

Are you writing?

I am... trying to.

Sticking to the same subject...

bereavement and childhood.

But it's less personal
than the memoir.

I fear it will end up in one of
those new self-help sections.

[sighs] Are you talking
about your memoir?

Sort of.

I thought it was terrific.

Incredibly moving.

I didn't know you'd read it.

Of course I have.

It's a good job.

Or I wouldn't have any idea
what these two went through.

Made me feel even closer to him.

[chuckles]

They never talk about it.

Well, it doesn't need
talking about it.

It happened such a long time
ago now, so, thankfully.

You're always telling us
to talk about everything

in your columns.

In the right moment.

Yes.

Loss.

It's a terrible thing, isn't it?

Powerful, especially
when it's someone

or something that you felt
close to even for a short time.

It's so present in your heart.

And then, suddenly,
they're gone.

You must encounter that a lot.

I do.

Hilary.

Don't worry.

I'm not gonna ask
him about his work.

[whispering] I'm under
strict instructions.

I think I should serve us food.

The starter, at least.

Yes, I'm so sorry, Alice.

I can't think what's
keeping Giles.

Well, he'll just have
to take his chances.

Yeah.

[car humming]

[gasping]

[suspenseful music]

♪

[tires squealing]

[gasping]

[whistling eerie tune]

[phone ringing]

Well.

He did.

Mm-hmm.

[clears throat]

Hello?

Giles? Is... oh.

Uh, DCI Miskin.

Yes, no, no, that's
not a problem.

He's, um... he's right here.

Hold on.

Dalgliesh.

[radio chatter]

Fleet claims he was on his way

back from town when
he rounded the bend

and found the car like this.

Then he heard the whistling.

He recognizes her.

She works in the
office at Larkskill.

The tune was familiar, a sort
of hymn from primary school.

I didn't even
check if she was...

if she was dead.

I... I ran to the
phone box back there.

You were due at the mayor's
tonight over two hours ago.

Yes, yes, I am...

I met a mate in
town for a drink.

Forgot the time.

My God.

Did he do that to all of them?

That letter on her head.

You can't speak about what
you saw tonight to anyone.

I hope that's understood.

[tense music]

♪

I knew Fiona Baldwin.

She was well-liked.

I'm very sorry.

So Fleet turned up
at ours last night...

very late, obviously.

He downed several
whiskeys, and then he

told us about what he'd seen.

Of the letter cut on her
head, is it just her?

It was all of them, wasn't it?

Yes.

So someone is
targeting Larkskill.

I... I really think
that is something

you should have told me about.

It's a possibility,
as I've said.

Well, clearly!

Is Fleet here?

No.

No, I told him not to come in.

He slept on our sofa last night.

Were Alice and Hilary there

when he talked
about what he'd...

Yes, they were, and I've already

and I've already told them
to keep it to themselves.

You can trust us.

What the hell is going on?

Who's doing this?

[suspenseful music]

[background chatter]

Husband David says
Fiona was with him

and some friends at the
Crowne on Hope Street.

She wanted to go home around
8:00, but he wanted to stay.

So she took the
car keys and left.

14 and 1/2 minutes from
the car park to the scene,

so she died at
approximately 8:15.

Right front tire of
the car is blown.

Husband says he knew
it was wearing thin,

but hadn't dealt with it.

So, it blows.

She swerves across the road.

She gets out of the car,
pretty shaken, most likely.

And that's when the
killer approaches.

What were Fleet's alibis
for the first two murders?

Uh, Denise's, he was at
an event at the marina.

He lives on a boat there.

Uh, Vivienne's...

He was at work.

He took the call from
Gledhill, or claims he did.

[suspenseful music]

Oh, that's Timmy's.

We found it on the headland.

He likes chewing it!

Do you know where the
envelopes have gone?

Uh, yeah.

Woman in the shop said
there's been another murder.

You're kidding?

Someone who works at Larkskill?

Dunno.

Thank you.

[tense music]

Shit, Neil, Were you
sending this out?

I've gotta take
the fight to them.

I know I shouldn't
have said anything.

I... I know you told
me not to, but I

just couldn't keep it to...

I'm sorry.

According to your statement, you

went for a drink in the
Queen's Head last night.

We checked.

It's closed for refurbishment.

- Yes. Yes, that's right.
- We...

None of our roadblocks picked
you up anywhere near town.

You need to stop lying
to us, Mr. Fleet.

Were you meeting Toby Gledhill?

No.

Did he really call you
last Thursday night?

Yes, he did.

Why? Why you?

He must have worked closely
with a lot of people-

Dr. Mayer, for example.

They were conducting
research together.

I took the boat out
yesterday evening.

I was looking for Toby.

There's a cove just
around the headland.

It's only accessible
from the water.

We'd been there a
few times, swimming.

And I just had this sudden
thought, feeling that maybe

he was there, hiding out.

He wasn't.

Are you together?

No, not in the, um...

I wanted us to be...

I made a pass at him.

I thought it was
what he wanted too.

He'd been so tense and anxious
lately, I thought maybe

he was waiting
for me to... to...

but he freaked out.

He ran away from me.

This was how long
before he disappeared?

Three days.

And I... I just keep
thinking, he's the sort

who might do something stupid.

What... what if I've
pushed him to the edge?

The killer was facing her
as they strangled her.

The scratches on her neck were
made by her own fingernails,

so she was fighting
to loosen the cord.

Clasp on her bra was broken...

suggests it was wrenched open.

No other indicators of
sexual interference.

Did she own a dog?

I don't know.

Two hairs, one on her neck,
one caught on the nail

of her right middle finger.

They're dog hairs...
coarse, brown.

There were a lot of
prints at the scene.

Some of them are animals.

A lot of people walk dogs
along that lane during the day.

Could she have been strangled
with a dog lead, Miles?

Certainly, the right width,
and they're strong enough.

Could that be how the killer
seems less threatening,

if they're walking the dog?

Mrs. Baldwin was married
with two young children.

Our thoughts are with
her family and friends.

We'd like to hear from any
driver who had cause to use

the layby on Cross Lane
in the last two days

for whatever reason.

We'd also like to hear from
anyone who walked their dog

along Cobb's End Lane or Cross
Lane in the last two days,

or from anyone who saw
someone walking a dog.

Thank you.

Is the power station
going to be closed?

DCI Miskin? DCI Miskin?

Is the whistler
targeting Larkskill?

[radio switches off]

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Ms. Roberts.

Post.

Thanks.

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[car zooming]

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Pascoe!

- Pascoe!
- Don't come here shouting.

Pascoe, I've just
spoken to my lawyer,

and I'm suing you for libel.

So thank you for putting
it in writing, you idiot.

You can sue all you like.

I ain't got any money, so.

You don't question
my professionalism!

You write a book,
and you sell yourself

as some sort of Messiah?

- Look who's talking!
- Hilary?

All you people think about are
yourselves and your profit.

As long as you're
raking in, and you

- can wear your stupid suit...
- What do you do?

- Go on your fancy holidays...
- What do you actually do?

You don't give a shit
about anyone else,

or the planet, or the future.

You've never done a day's
work in your entire life!

Yeah, I'm betting you don't
have kids because maybe

then you might worry about
how you're screwing it up

for all of them.

Shut your mouth!

Hilary, come away now.

Get off me!

And you could wave goodbye
to this shitty eyesore!

They'll be bulldozing
it within the week.

Why, you fucking bitch!

[baby crying]

[sobbing]

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[dog barking]

Bloody dog.

Room 3.

I told you, you
should have said no.

[dog barking]

[knocking]

Can you shut him up, please?

You can't let him
carry on like that.

[knocking]

Hello?

[dog barking]

[door opening]

[dog barking]

[dog whining]

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