All language subtitles for Strike - S05E04 (2017) WEB.eng

Steve Douthwaite

started seeing Dr. Bamborough
as a patient.

He complained of stomachaches, headaches.

He made six appointments
to see her in six weeks.

DI Talbot was looking
for a serial killer.

He was also looking for a pattern.

We think before he got unwell,
he found something important.

Talbot linked Steve Douthwaite

to three deaths.

Joanna Hammond was married

but having an affair with Douthwaite.

She died by ingesting
industrial weed killer.

It was ruled a suicide,

but there were bruises found
on her face and neck.

Someone could've knocked her out

- and poured it down her throat.
- Hold up.

She had visible bruises,
and no one followed that up?

Her husband
used to beat her up.

There were older bruises
all over her body.

They must've assumed
it was normal for her.

Different times.

This is the last victim,

the one Talbot refers to as Julie W.

A year after Margot disappeared,

Steve Douthwaite changed
his name to Steve Jacks,

went to work at Baxton's Holiday Camp.

He started going out with Julie Wilkes

shortly before she was found
drowned in the camp pool...

intoxicated.

The third death linked to him.

We could do with your help finding him.

After Julie Wilkes dies, he vanishes.

I feel like
I've read the entire Internet

looking for him.

Changed his name to Steve Jacks.

He might've changed it again.

There's no compulsory
register for name changes.

The staff at the practice

think Douthwaite sent Margot
a box of chocolates,

and we believe this is the empty box.

We know the cleaner emptied the bin

before the police searched her office,

so we know Margot didn't throw it away,

even though it was empty.

Now, Gloria Conti
remembers seeing the box

unopened on Margot's desk

less than an hour before Margot left.

Did she think they were drugged?

Something odd about them.

Thing is,
if you're drugging chocolates,

how do you dose them?

How do you know how many
she's going to eat

or if she's gonna take them home

or give them away?

I don't see how you can plan
with that many variables,

if the timing matters,
and the timing did matter.

We know that,

because she walked out
and she never got to that pub.

We also believe the witness

who saw two people struggling
as credible.

Even if she didn't eat the chocolates,

Douthwaite could've waited
and attacked her,

used something to subdue her.

You want us to take a look at the box?

Yeah, that would be great, if you could.

And our prints are all over it. Sorry.

We're gonna talk to the practice staff.

Douthwaite is seen in the home movie

Dr. Gupta made at the Christmas party,

so he's definitely someone's guest,

but any help you can give us.

I'll get a couple of lads on it.

Said Douthwaite
was a fishy fucker, didn't I?

I want to ask about Steve Douthwaite.

Steve was a gorgeous man.

He lived in my block.

Always had a joke for you.

I love a man who can make you laugh.

Mind you, he had his problems,
though, didn't he,

- when what's-her-name died.
- Who?

His girlfriend, Joanna something.

Thing is...

she was married.

She killed herself and left three kids,

and people blamed Steve for it.

How was Steve when Margot disappeared?

I don't think I saw him.

He up and left.
He cleared out.

He didn't even say goodbye.

I thought we were mates.

- Any idea where he went?
- No.

He liked to drink, though.

And men like that
don't always last long.

Steve...

he was a bit of a flirt.

I can tell you that much.

Standing by my desk,

looking down at my you-know-whats.

Did Steve ever send Margot gifts?

I was there when
this box of chocolates arrived.

And she just chucked 'em
in the bin straightaway

right in front of us,

as if she's above it all.

Thing is, she's a total hypocrite,

because when she thinks
nobody's looking,

she goes and takes them out again.

I have seen her do it.

This is about them chocolates, innit?

'Cause I don't honestly think
he sent them,

and even if he did,
Margot chucked them away.

She took one look at them
and tossed them in the bin.

Why would she do that?

Probably...

showing off she wouldn't take
gifts from patients.

Do you think Steve made so
many appointments with Margot

'cause he had a crush on her?

Yeah.

Yeah, I reckon.

I was there the last time he came round,

and he'd been in with Margot,
and he rushed out.

Hiya, Steve!

He was in a terrible state.

Probably just been told he's got herpes.

Jan?

And I thought maybe she turned him down.

Or else she'd had her fun
and then told him to scarper.

I mean, you're not gonna
turn down that big, fancy house

for a double-glazing salesman, are you?

Anything else I should know?

Well...

I don't like to gossip, but...

I reckon Margot

thought Carl Oakden was dodgy.

His grandma was Margot's patient,

and she was on bedrest after an op.

And, suddenly,

she's fallen down the stairs,
and Carl inherited the house.

I'm only telling you this

'cause you are working with him.

What makes you think that?

He told me.

He came over a few days ago,
asking me all sorts.

If he comes back, don't let him in.

He's got nothing to do with me.

So...

I don't really understand
your last invoice.

Yeah, Pat's got you covered.
She understands everything.

What I don't understand is

why you've charged for three dinners,

when you've been doing surveillance.

Yeah.

Yeah, I tried surveillance,
and it was going nowhere.

But I have got a good instinct
about Shifty's PA.

You finished that job?

No.

No, Strike put me back on it.

Ask him.
The client paid for more info.

I'm not messing about.
I want to do a good job.

It's Christmas. I need this gig.

I'll talk to Strike.

Understood. Thanks, Robs.

Can you call me Robin?
My ex used to call me Robs.

And you divorced him over that?

- All right?
- Yeah.

Sorry I missed the meeting.

Have you got Carl Oakden's details?

Yeah. Why?

Do you think he's got something
on Douthwaite?

I want to bloody wring his neck.

He's been telling people
he's working with us.

- Can he do that?
- He's been doing it.

Better make sure it's somewhere public

so I'm not tempted to strangle him.

You two are always going off
to meet people

you either don't like
or who might've killed someone.

I'm just saying,

in most jobs,
going out for drinks is a perk.

Excuse me.
What's going on?

Jonny Rokeby.
Are you a guest?

No, I'm not.

Cormoran, around the corner.

I know. Rokeby's party.
Yeah, I clocked it.

I should've checked after Oakden
insisted on meeting here.

He's probably being paid to get me here.

"Estranged son drinks around the corner

as Rokeby celebrates."

Makes it look like I showed up
and then bottled it.

Is Oakden here yet?

He's sat at the back.

Here.

Shall we?

- Hey.
- Cormoran Strike.

This is my partner, Robin Ellacott.

Not Robin Cunliffe?

You must have me mistaken
with someone else.

Do I?

Club sandwich and another one of these,

on his tab.

We heard you visited Janice Beattie.

Yeah, I did.

Thinking of writing a new book.

Maybe you can give me a quote
for the cover.

The last thing of yours I read

was an article about Steve Douthwaite.

Steve Jacks...

I liked him.

The press didn't.
Do you know why?

He liked screwing birds
and birds liked screwing him.

That's all he ever did wrong.

How did you track him down?

Mate of mine went on holiday at Baxton's

and recognized him from the papers.

I was trying to get a job in journalism.

Reckoned I had a scoop.

How was he when you got there?

Pissed off.

But he did talk to me.

Did he say why he changed his name?

That's obvious.

He'd had a bad time,
wanted a fresh start.

I don't blame him.

You know why he went for Jacks?

It's from a singer he liked,
Terry Jacks.

He wrote a whole list of singers...

Gary Glitter, Neil Diamond, David Essex.

He got some girls
to pick their favorite,

and they went with Jacks.

I told him,

"You should've gone with Steve Glitter.

It's got a real ring to it."

Did he talk about Margot Bamborough?

Yeah. He was her patient, end of.

You're gonna need something
more substantial than that

if you're gonna write
another book about her.

I'm not writing a book about her.

She's old news.

My book's about you, Cormoran.

I went to see Janice Beattie
to find out how you operate.

Got a tip-off you were working
the Bamborough case.

There's no trick to how we operate.

We just turn up and ask questions.

Me too.

And it's my turn now.

We're not doing that.

What do you reckon
the 1970s did to women?

There was Margot
palming off her kid to a nanny,

even though she never needed the money.

Something went wrong with motherhood.

I mean, look at Leda Strike...

always off chasing some rocker.

And here we are with the result.

Come on, Cormoran.
People are filming.

He's setting you up.

If you write anything about me,

I'll devote my agency to destroying you.

It won't take long.

Standard operating practice?

- Pay for your own sandwich.
- Let's go out the back.

Where's your curiosity, Cormoran?

Don't you want to know what
I dug up on your mum and dad?

Ignore him.

You know your dad's
just round the corner.

Why don't you pop in and thank him

for fucking your mum
on a pile of beanbags

with 50 people watching?

Fuck. Robin.

I want you to leave right now.

Thank you.

Did you see that?
He assaulted me!

Call the police!

You could be sent to prison.
You'd lose everything.

- I'll take you to A&E.
- Don't be ridiculous.

- I'll take you home, then.
- Just...

just get me something to eat
and a strong drink.

I had a thought about Douthwaite.

If he took his borrowed name
from a singer or not...

Could you just get me
something to mop up the blood?

Please?

I've ordered a curry.
It won't be long.

How's your nose?

It's not broken.

How's it now?

Colder.

It's all right.
You can stop fussing.

It was an accident.

Yeah, I know, but you're only...

Why did you let him
get under your skin like that?

You knew it was a setup.

My father's kids have been
on at me about meeting Rokeby.

He's been calling, too.

I thought I was...

What?

I don't know.

You've never met him, have you?

No, I haven't.

My mum took me to see him once
when I was a kid.

We went down to the recording studio.

I asked her to put me
in my best trousers.

Yeah.

- How old were you?
- Seven.

And did he like your trousers?

We weren't allowed in.

I was saying to the bloke on the door,

"You don't understand. He's my dad.

He's asked to see me."

In the end, their manager came down,

and he took us into a side room,

and he was having a go at Mum,

saying, "If this is about money,

you have to through lawyers,
not pull a stunt like this."

At some point, I realized
he hadn't invited us.

It was all Mum.

God.

Rokeby did come down, though.

Probably heard the shouting.

I had snot all over my face
'cause I'd been crying.

I'm...

wiping it off.

I didn't want to look like a whiny kid.

I didn't want to ruin it.

Rokeby and Mum were shouting
at each other,

and eventually...

he did look at me.

And he said,
"This was a fucking accident."

I thought he meant the situation.

Even after we left,

I thought he was gonna find me
and say, "Sorry about that.

Having a bad day.
Didn't mean it."

I mean...

I was wearing my best trousers.

And that's why
I've never worn trousers again.

That is a terrible thing
to say to a kid.

Cocaine.

To be fair to him, he wasn't wrong.

Well, it doesn't matter
where you come from.

You're a good man,
and that's all that matters.

And that's coming from someone
whose nose you nearly broke.

I thought I was...

Free of him.

It's obviously not true.

Sorry.

- More booze?
- Yes.

Please.

I'm supposed to be going home tomorrow.

How do I look?

Be honest.

Beautiful.

Who's that?

Rohan, with the curry.

How did he get in the main door?

I had a key cut for him.

Saved me going up and down the stairs.

- I'll go.
- No.

You know where the plates are.
I'll... go.

Hi.

Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt.

No, no, no, no. It wasn't...

It's honestly,
honestly none of my business.

Boss man said he wanted these
before end of play today, so...

I needed some ice for my nose,

- which is why...
- Very Christmassy.

Have a good one, Robin.
I'll leave you to it.

- Yeah. Happy Christmas.
- Yeah.

Mrs. Strike?

Got your delivery.

Thank you.

Time for a change in shift.

Martin can do the sprouts.

It's all right. I'm happy doing them.

See? Don't ruin Robin's fun.

It's so lovely having a baby
in the house again.

Bathroom smells worse.

They're only nappies.
You can always empty the bin.

The family's expanding.

Technically, we gained Stephen's baby,

but we lost Robin's husband,
so it's zero gain.

Martin, stop being such an ass.

Sorry for being a tit at dinner.

It was thoroughly enjoyable.

Not sure Robin would agree with that.

When are you gonna ask her out?

- I'm kidding.
- You're not the first to ask.

Any more questions about the army?

I think I'm set.

And you should get home and wrap up.

You're getting a cold.

I'm not.

You sound nasal.
It's a cold.

Only me.

Where are ya?

Got you your post,

some soup...

and a few presents
from your clients and admirers.

They ought to cheer you up.

How you feeling?

Bad.

Apple cider vinegar...

my daughter swears by it.

Maybe with chips.

Call me if you need anything.
I don't mind popping back.

- Happy Christmas.
- Happy Christmas.

Thanks, Pat.

Robbles, just wanted
to wish you happy Christmas.

Mine is shite.

I'd rather be on surveillance,
and that is a personal low.

Hi, I'm trying to track down
Steve Douthwaite.

I wondered if you might have
a list of his old classmates.

Okay, well, when you re-open,

is there anyone
who might have the records?

Okay, thank you.
Thank you very much.

Happy Christmas. Bye.

We're having dinner,
if you could bear to join us.

Sorry, Mum. It's a...
it's a really tough case.

There's more to life than work.

I'll be right down.

In what universe is it okay

for you to send me a picture
of your dick?

I'm sorry.
Look, I got it wrong.

You made a big deal out of you
and Strike not being

- in the flat to shag and...
- What?

You know, I thought

that you wanted me
to know that for a reason.

Please. I'm sorry.

I should...
I should kill myself now.

I can't lose this job, though.

I need the money to pay alimony.

I'll lose my girls!

Please don't say anything.

I won't tell Strike,

but only because he's had a shit year.

Don't you ever send me anything
other than a case report

ever again.

I'm sorry not to see you, Luce.

I love you,
but you do not want this bug.

I love you, too, Stick.
Come over when you're better.

- Holy fuck.
- What?

Sorry, not you.

I think I found Steve Douthwaite.

I hope you'll be very happy together.

Look, why don't you try and
stop working for two minutes

and get some sleep?

- Bye.
- Yeah, bye.

Happy bloody Christmas.

You look terrible.

I don't care.
I found Steve Douthwaite.

Thanks for the headphones.

You're welcome.

- I am gonna get you something.
- It's all right.

You've given the gift
of our suspect's location.

That's all I wanted.
That or a pony.

So how did you do it?

I went through the surnames

of every pop star in the mid-'70s...

Barry Manilow, David Essex,

Elton John, Marc Bolan,

David Bowie, Neil Diamond,

and I found Steve Diamond

running a guest house in Skegness.

Only took me three days.

The Allardice.
Donna speaking.

All right, duck, is Steve in?

- Got a delivery for him.
- Is this the sheets?

He told the boss to have us
call ahead, make sure he's in.

He's back in an hour, hen.

Well, I'll do my drop in
Seathorne and come back then.

Ta, duck.

Was the "duck" a bit much?

I enjoyed the "duck."

Well, we've got an hour to kill.

Go on. Just try it.

Mushy peas...

Yorkshire caviar.

It's just wrong.

Well, they have to be mushy.

Otherwise, they'd roll off the chips.

See? We've thought of everything.

- Soft Southerner, you are.
- Yeah?

A good sword
and a trusty hand

A merry heart and true

King James's men
shall understand

What Cornish lads can do

What was that?

"Song of the Western Men."

Gist of it is Cornishmen
aren't soft bastards.

Ted taught it to me.

It's good to see the water.

We used to go for donkey rides...

fight over who got the best one.

How did you know which one
was the best one?

Whichever one Stephen picked.

Poor Stephen.

Go on.

No.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Rest in peas.

- That's terrible.
- That was brilliant.

You're just jealous
you didn't think of it first.

We better go.

- You're Steve's wife?
- Aye.

You looking for a room?

We were hoping for a chat with him.

We're private detectives

investigating a missing-persons case.

You heard all that, did you?

- Mr. Douthwaite.
- It's Diamond.

Why'd he call you Douthwaite?

Your husband was born Steven Douthwaite,

- as I'm sure you...
- When were you Douthwaite?

His name used to be Jacks.

We've been hired

by the family of Dr. Margot Bamborough.

Steve...

what've you done?

I mean, how many
names does one man need?

You don't change your name
three bloody times for nothing.

I never did anything!

We'd like to ask
about Margot Bamborough.

What about her?

We heard you sent her chocolates.

I never bought her anything.
She was my doctor.

I wasn't trying to shag her neither.

I was sick.

One witness said
you looked angry and upset

after your last appointment with Margot.

She was...

- She said...
- Turned you down, did she?

I didn't try it on with her!

Mrs. Diamond, if you're feeling unwell,

perhaps we could speak to Steve...

No. I'm staying.
I'm hearing this.

I've got nothing else to say.

The doctor told me to get some rest.

That's it. That's all.
Final answer.

Thank you for your time.

Yours too, Mrs. Diamond.

Are you planning
on telling anyone where I am?

Did you hear
what he was saying at the end?

He's worried someone's gonna
come after him, isn't he?

Yeah.

I think he is.

He was living as Steve Jacks

when he was working at Baxton's,

but then Carl Oakden's article
outed him as Steve Douthwaite,

but he didn't run away immediately.

He can't have been that worried
about someone coming after him.

He only ran after Julie Wilkes died.

Talbot got it wrong.

He had all the right pieces,

but he put them in the wrong order.

And it wasn't three women dead either.

If what I'm thinking is right,

the killer might've murdered
at least six people,

including Margot.

I'll text you if we find anything.

All right.
I'm nearly there.

I'll be leaving in two minutes.

Okay. Bye.

What the hell?

- What is wrong with you?
- It was a joke!

I was trying to break the ice!

Would you sneak up on Strike
and grab him?

Would you send Strike
pictures of your dick?

You bitch!

You said you wouldn't say anything.

I don't want your hands on me.

I don't want to see you again.

You're fired.

- You can't fire me!
- Yes, I can.

I am a partner here.

Send in your final invoice.
Your NDA stands.

Now get out.

I'll ring Strike.

You're too much of a coward for that.

Fuck off out of my office.

You could've stabbed him.

It's all right. I didn't.

No, I mean, if you'd stabbed him,

I'd have said it was self-defense.

Sending you pictures of his penis...

what a waste of a stamp.

Can I make you some tea, love?

Thanks, Pat.
I better go.

Mustn't forget the biscuits.

Thanks, Pat.

Mr. Diamond,
my name's DI George Layborn.

I'm with the London Metropolitan Police.

Now is not a good time.

Bang as much as you want.
It's made out of metal.

Can we talk?

Phone call for Beth Spencer.

You gonna pick it up?

You are the Athorns' social worker.

So that's what this is about?

Look...

Samhain and Delia

are decent people.

But they'd lose their flat

if they didn't get
a bit of help from me.

I never meant to lie,

but people listen if they think
you're a social worker,

same as they listen to a nurse.

Let's talk about Steve Douthwaite.

What, again?

Did you find him?

We did.

You must tell me his news.
I've always liked him.

How do you take your tea?

Milk, no sugar. Thanks.

Can you tell me
about the night she died?

We'd been out drinking...

a few of us.

Julie said she's had enough

and was going back to her chalet.

I wasn't with her.

They found her in the pool
in the morning.

They said she slipped and drowned.

- Did you believe that?
- I did.

Yes, I did. Of course.

But...

as soon as she came to talk to me...

I knew.

Hello, Steve.

You look awful.

It's a terrible thing about that girl.

Want to get a drink?

I never hurt anyone.

All I did was try to get away.

Did Margot Bamborough
say anything to you

about Janice Beattie?

Yeah.

The last time I saw her.

You need to stop eating the food

that Janice Beattie prepares for you.

My God.

I'm not making accusations,

nor should you, but...

take my advice.

Hiya, Steve!

Probably just been told he's got herpes.

Jan?

It was like I woke up...

and there was a monster in my life.

I think we'll skip tea.

I think you might be
the best liar I've ever met.

You never try to do too much.

Wrong name here or there...

I've always been clever.

Better to be pretty, though.
That's what men want.

I just wanted a chance.

Margot never thought
Carl Oakden killed his grandma,

did she?

That was misdirection for my benefit?

I did tip him off
you was working on the case.

I thought it might give you
a bit of a headache.

None of that's a crime.

What about the story
you told Samhain Athorn...

that the Riccis killed Margot?

You did that so people wouldn't wonder

about what Gwilherm Athorn was saying.

What, that he killed Margot
with his magic?

We both know he didn't kill Margot.

You have a cupboard full of poisons.

Steve Douthwaite is being
interviewed about Julie Wilkes.

You have a photo of Julie on your wall.

That's Joanna Hammond.

Did you kill all these people?

If you stop recording,

then I don't mind talking to you.

Let's talk about Steve Douthwaite.

When you read Carl Oakden's article,

you found out he was living
in Canvey Island.

What did you do then?

I went on a diet, I bought a new dress,

and I showed up at Baxton's,

and I saw him kissing some girl.

She was the only one
I done without drugs.

She was drunk.

All I had to do
was hold her under in the pool.

How'd you work it out?

The same way Margot worked it out.

I imagine she noticed
things stacking up.

The Amytal capsule in Dr. Brenner's mug

that you blamed on Gloria,

people around you always getting sick.

You've been poisoning Irene

for half a century, haven't you?

Well...

she can be annoying.

Why did you stop poisoning
Steve Douthwaite?

I only wanted to keep him

feeling like he didn't want to go out.

I liked looking after him.

Then he made a doctor's appointment...

the first of many.

It's this cramping...

Margot thought it was stress.

In your lower back?

But then he told her
all about his problems,

about Joanna Hammond dying
after drinking poison.

At some point,

she must've started
to look at you more closely.

Hoity-toity bitch she was,

sticking her nose in.

You fooled everyone...

but not Margot.

Margot was a good doctor.
She noticed things.

Come on in.

So does it happen
after you eat certain foods?

She nearly lost her job

examining Kevin without your consent.

Why would she do that?

Why wouldn't she want you in the room?

It's bad after I have me drinks.

What drinks are these?

The drinks that Mum makes.

When did you decide to kill your child?

Kev had a tantrum when Steve came over.

Always ruining the day!

I could tell Steve didn't like that.

He took off.

So I thought...

"Kev needs to go."

Kids don't just drop dead, though.

They don't drink weed killer
like Joanna Hammond.

You got to be...

gradual with a kid.

It took too long, though, didn't it?

Steve Douthwaite was out of there

before you finished the job.

Is that what saved Kevin's life?

Well, didn't seem any point
in killing him after that.

I spoke to Kevin this morning.

You never.

He's gonna testify.

How did you find out

about Margot?

The box of chocolates.

You told me
Margot threw them in the bin.

Can you grab me my doughnut
from the fridge?

I can open these for you, if you like.

Leave those alone, please.

But Gloria Conti saw them on her desk

during her final appointment.

It was Irene who saw Margot

take the chocolates
out of the bin in reception.

Of course, she told you about that.

Irene thought Margot did it
when no one was looking

because Margot was a hypocrite.

But you knew better.

You knew she suspected
the chocolates were poisoned

and didn't want any
of the staff knowing about it.

When Irene shared what she saw,

you knew Margot suspected you.

You knew you were on a clock.

Someone sent me a box
of chocolates at Christmas.

I only had one.

Threw it up later.

How many would it have taken to kill me?

Four or five.

If she didn't eat the chocolates,

how did I poison her?

The doughnut.

Margot sent Irene out to get
her a snack to keep her going.

I'm guessing you knew Margot
was due to go to the pub.

She'd probably eat it
just before leaving.

I injected it
with Nembutal sodium solution.

She took her time.

I started worrying
that I got the dose wrong.

- Need some help, dear?
- No.

I'm fine.

She made a bit of a fuss,

but it didn't last long.

No.

I needed to put her somewhere,

and the Athorns lived close by.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- What have you got in yours?
- Chocolate biscuits.

Seems fair.
Only hauled this half a mile.

You all right?

Hi, Samhain.

- Who are you?
- I'm Robin. We met before.

Can we come in?
I've brought biscuits.

Okay.

Hi, Delia.
I came here once before.

We talked about Gwilherm

and how he used to say
he'd killed Margot Bamborough.

You said you only met them once.

Yeah, once for work,
but I kept in touch with them

because I thought it would be
fun to kill a whole family.

But what happened with Margot
changed all that.

Gwilherm was a junkie.

He let me give him all injections

if I gave him uppers.

I knocked them all out
before the surgery closed.

Do you mind if we take a look around?

Don't move my jigsaw.

Don't worry, hen.
We'll be careful.

Because Gwilherm doesn't want
anybody touching it.

Does the ottoman open?

You can't open it.
It's locked.

It's not allowed.

- I'm calling Beth.
- We're here instead of Beth.

Why don't you two go and have
some biscuits in the kitchen

and we'll call you when we're finished?

Come on, silly woman.

I left a bag of concrete
the night before.

There's nothing here.

- My God!
- Jesus.

This thing's locked from the inside?

Aye.

- Yeah, let's move it.
- Should we...

It's not smart to keep things,

but I did think about it, though.

You sent a very similar
locket to her daughter.

That was very cruel.

I knew it would stop her snooping about,

just like her mum.

Couldn't keep her nose out.

It's hard dosing a junkie,

'cause their bodies work differently.

Gwilherm.

What have you done?

I was just walking by.

I told him I'd seen the front door open,

went up to check on...

What's this?

Saw a woman lying there dead.

I told him he must've done it.

Magic was the only way
he could understand.

He was into all that.

How long did you wait to kill him?

Six months.
I did him with pseudoephedrine.

Looked like an overdose.

He wouldn't shut up about killing her.

Come on, you bastard.

Inside the ottoman.

That left you
with a new problem, didn't it?

Impossible to lift
with all that concrete.

It was practically falling

through the ceiling of the shop below.

If anyone came round
to clear up that flat...

they'd find her.

You had to keep the Athorns alive.

I've done their admin, all sorts.

It's been a pain.

And all for Steve Douthwaite.

Will Steve be in court?
'Cause...

I'll enjoy telling him
what happened 'cause of him.

Useful lesson for men everywhere.

If you ask me...

Actions have consequences.

Time to go.

What'd you get out of it?

Sometimes it's to make 'em grateful

after I look after 'em.

Sometimes it's 'cause
they pissed me off.

And other times
I just liked watching them go.

It would've been nice
to have killed you, though.

That would've been a special one.

They found Margot's locket, too...

the real one.

You should have that back
once the trial's over.

You'll never know
how much this means to me.

I'm so sorry we ever lied to you.

- We never meant...
- I know why you did it.

Mum chose you to raise me.

She got that right.

We have one last thing for you.

Dr. Gupta found this.

It's not relevant to the case,

but we thought you'd like to have it.

My God.

My God.

We should probably get going.

I'll see you to the door.

Thank you.

- All right.
- Thank you.

When's Sarah due?

Six months.

And she wants to get married
before she has it?

Which is why you finally decided

to wrap it all up.

You are good at your job.

If you knew all that, you
could've had me over a barrel.

You were there when I needed you most.

I'll never forget that.

Good luck, Robs.

- How many people coming?
- I think about 200.

You going afterwards?

In the morning.

I'll be back soon.

She wanted to talk to you
about this at Christmas,

but Joanie thinks...

you should talk to Rokeby.

She thinks it would help you.

I know he's messed you about, but...

he's still your father.

He was never my dad.

That was always you.

Can you meet me this evening?

I've got a job for us.
Might need to dress up a bit.

Trying to blend in?

So what's the job?

Your birthday present.

You already got me flowers.

I should've done better.

If it's not too late,

I'd like to buy you some new perfume.

That's what you wanted, isn't it?

Did Ilsa tell you that?

I don't want to choose it for you.

You pick it out,
and I'll pay for it.

Afterwards I'll take you to dinner.

I like both of these.

But you've got to live with it.

In the Landy.

This one smells of cake.

You like cake.

This one is...

What?

I like this one.

I prefer this one, too.

God, it's not cheap.

I'll cope.

Strike.

Thank you for this.

It really means a lot.

You're my best friend.