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I've taken on a missing person case.

Margot Bamborough missing since 1974.

No-one proved Dennis Creed
killed Dr Margot Bamborough.

Mum was wearing her locket
the night she vanished.

You have to understand,
this is a very cold case.

At this point, it's my belief that
Dr Bamborough has been abducted.

Looks like Talbot based
an entire theory around the Zodiac.

Is that Margot?

- There.
- Where have you seen that ring before?

Christmas party footage.

I don't care if it's been
half a century or half an hour,

that man has to pay
for what he did to her.

That's fine. We'll stick with it.

OK, bye.

Oonagh doesn't remember a scarf.

Hi, Anna.
I wanted to ask you a question.

We're trying to find out if
your mum had any identifying marks

on her body.

Maybe a scar on her left side?

Have you found something?

We're not sure yet.

Is there any chance
you could ask your dad?

I don't think I could ask him

without risking him getting very upset.

I could maybe ask Cynthia.

Whatever you can do.

- Thank you.
- Bye.

Sam, how you getting on
with Gloria Conti?

Working my way through the list.
I've done the main registers,

now I'm moving on to the ancestry sites.

Saul?

Yep. Just... getting through it, Chief.

Wrap it up this morning.

We need you back on surveillance
with Shifty.

Hello? Strike's office.

So who have we got who's still alive?

Not many.

Dr Brenner's dead.

That must be his wife.

There's Gloria Conti.

Oonagh we've spoken to.

What's Steve Douthwaite
doing at their Christmas party?

Friends with one of them?

He didn't mention that
in his police interview.

What do we know about him?

Carl Oakden wrote that trashy book
about Margot's case.

His big scoop was finding
Steve Douthwaite working

at a holiday camp called Baxton's
after Margot vanished.

He'd changed his name to Steve Jacks.

I've searched the internet for both
of them, but there's nothing.

There's Janice Beattie
and Irene Hickson.

Irene, you were a receptionist
at St Johns

and, Janice, you were a district nurse.

Can you tell us what you remember
about Margot?

Well, when Margot died,
everybody and his dog had a theory,

didn't they, Jane?

We don't know Margot's dead.

Well, yes, of course we do.

Now, now, you've got to be realistic.

What kind of theories did people have?

Oh, well, we had one nutter...

- He was...
- What was he called? Athorpe?

No, I think it was Applethorpe.

That's what it was. It was Applethorpe.

Well, he went around saying
he killed her with magic.

Died himself under a bridge.

What was that one called?

It was on the tip of me tongue.

It was a wuh, wasn't it? A wuh?

- Walter Street.
- Walter Street.

Yeah. That's what.

You had to do a home visit
to Applethorpe, didn't you?

- Mm.
- Oh, you said it stank.

Well, I only went once. That was plenty.

His wife and kid had disabilities.

Looked like an hard life.

Thing is, like Irene said,
there were loads of people

reckoned it was this or that,
but she was in the papers.

Some people just want
a bit of attention, don't they?

Excuse me. I'm so sorry.

We had a curry last night.

I told her it wasn't a good idea
with the state of her guts.

It's the London water.
It's no good for IBS.

Do either of you remember Gloria Conti?

Yeah, I do.

She was... She was all right.

That girl was rough as anything.

She told me herself
that her family were all Mafia

and her brother sold drugs.

Maybe she was, but...

Well, do you remember when she put drugs

in the doctor's tea,
just because she hated him?

Dr Brenner could have died.

I was washing the mugs and found
an Amytal cap in his mug.

But to be fair to Gloria,
there's no proof.

No. Well, Jan did tell Margot,
but she didn't do anything,

and I can tell you why.

Gloria was her pet project.

What kind of project?

Women's lib.

Yes. Well, she was always having
a go at me about what I wore,

but I didn't care because I liked
men looking at me.

Most girls do.

Can I show you both a picture?

Do either of you recognise the two men

that Gloria left your Christmas
party with?

I've... I've never seen either of them.

I think the young one was her
boyfriend. Used to meet her,

wait for her, outside work.

The other one could be his dad.

They are dressed alike, aren't they?

Do you remember the name
of Gloria's boyfriend?

No.

She didn't introduce us, no,
not that I was really bothered.

The last thing, do either of you
know if Margot had a scar

on her abdomen?

Not that I know of.

Mind you, when was I going to see
her naked?

No, I think I know what that might be.

I mean, she did have an abortion.

That's not leaving a scar like that.

That's gossip.

Well, I'm just trying to be helpful.

It was about a month
before Margot disappeared.

I took a call from a clinic

confirming an appointment for Margot

at this clinic in Bride Street.

But, of course, back then,
the only reason people went

to Bride Street was for...

..private abortions.

What we should say

is that Margot was a good doctor.

She knew her stuff.

Oh, yeah, I suppose so.

She was good for your Kev, wasn't she?

All I'm trying to say

is it's not fair to bad mouth her now.

I didn't not like her.

I just thought she was a bit of a snob.

I mean, she wouldn't let us make
cups of tea for her

because we made it too milky,
you know what I mean?

But she had me going out for cakes
if she felt her blood sugar

was lowering, or ringing her husband,

or fetching nappies for her kid.

That is not my job.

So, er, how is that feminism?

I once had to take cover in a ditch
next to a rotting sheep.

Better or worse than those farts?

- Very similar.
- Mm.

Really took me back.

Well, it's getting a bit chilly,
isn't it?

Yeah, yeah, it is.

- Nice to see you both, again.
- Bye.

Dr Gupta?

Ah, welcome!

Thank you for the Christmas party
footage and for meeting us.

- This is Cormoran Strike.
- Thank you., It's a pleasure.

I might have more home movies
of Margot in them.

- I'll look for you.
- Thank you.

Do you recognise
either of these two men?

No.

And I've an excellent memory.

They all know me here.

So, we kept the building, as landlords.

Makes more money than medicine ever did.

We were hoping to find Gloria Conti.

Oh, Margot adored Gloria.

But I haven't seen her since she left.

Let me show you her old office.

That was my office.

That was Joseph Brenner's.

And this was Margot's.

Were you aware that Margot
was being sent threats?

The thing with Margot was

if you needed an abortion,
she just said yes.

No questions asked.

And it became common knowledge.

This used to be a Catholic area.

Lots of strong views on the subject.

Do you know if Margot had a scar
on her abdomen?

No idea.

Why don't you ask her husband,
Roy Phipps?

Margot kept her name, of course,

but Roy's still alive.

When was the last time you saw him?

In this room.

He came to collect
Margot's personal possessions.

I assume the police had been in already.

Of course.

We kept the room locked until Roy came.

In terms of Dr Brenner,
we'd heard that an Amytal capsule

had been found in his teacup.

Who said that?

Anything you say to us is confidential.

Look, Joseph Brenner was a good doctor,

but he was also an addict.

It's more common than you'd think.

He wrote too many prescriptions
for benzodiazepine.

For himself?

Well, for cooperative patients.

Joseph stopped doing it
after one of them died.

That man...

..had a heart attack
under Warner Street Bridge.

Sorry, was that Warner Street?

Not Walter Street?

Warner Street.

And was the man's name Applethorpe?

Athorn.

Thank you for your time, Dr Gupta.
That was very helpful.

Sorry, was that Athorn, A-T...

H-O-R-N. Yes.

Very best of luck.

Thank you.

There is an Athorn family
registered around the corner,

on Albemarle Way.

Janice mentioned a wife and child.

Could be them.

This is the route Margot should have
taken to meet Oonagh in the pub.

That's where the witness
saw two people struggling.

Would you be free to come
round for dinner next week?

Yeah.

My flatmate's been cast
as a soldier in a new TV show.

He wants to study you.

As long as there's beer.

Thanks. Appreciate it.

Afternoon.

My name's Cormoran Strike.

- This is my partner, Robin Ellacott.
- Hi.

We were hoping to
talk to you about your dad.

My dad's dead. He's not here.

Go.

Hello.

My name's Robin. Can we talk to you
about your husband?

Gwilherm?

That's Dad then.

That's him now.

Put him down, Samhain.

Somebody told us he used to go
around saying he used magic.

Did he ever talk about a doctor?

A woman called Margot?

Yeah.

Can you tell me what he said?

He woke me up when he was crying
and he said

he killed her with his magic,

but he didn't mean to.

I told him he was dreaming.

He said it was a mistake,
but he did do it.

I heard him in here doing spells
to make her come back to life.

I'm having a hot chocolate. Are you?

Thanks. That sounds great.

Why don't I give you a hand?

No hot chocolate for you.

I think this one goes there...

I know who really killed her.

But people don't like it if you talk.

Was it someone you know?

Mm. That's really good.

The thing is, I'm a detective

and people have to talk to us, so...

..it makes it OK.

It was Nico and his boys.

Who's Nico?

Nico Ricci.

He puts people in concrete.

Can I ask who told you that?

Beth did.

Who's Beth?

She's our social worker.

She said it wasn't Dad.

It was Nico Ricci.

Did Gwilherm tell lots of people
that he killed Margot?

Do another piece.

Did Gwilherm know Dr Bamborough?

Was he a patient of hers?

He saw the other one.

The old man.

Everyone gets tummy ache,
but only Gwilherm died.

So, that was sad.

Do you recognise...

..either of these two men?

No. I don't like going out.

Do you recognise any of those men?

Faces aren't that easy for me.

Sam was telling me about Nico Ricci.

I only told him because
you have to tell a detective.

This girl's good at jigsaws.

Yeah, Robin's good at everything.

Mrs Athorn, have you ever
heard of Nico Ricci?

He puts people in concrete.

Gwilherm said that, as well.

He said dying in concrete is horrible.

Can you go away now?

- Sorry?
- Can you go?

Of course.

Thank you for your time.

Oi. Are you from social services?

- Something I can help with?
- Yeah.

I still need paying
for what those two morons

have cost me hoarding all that
rubbish. My ceiling's caving in.

- Flat looked clean to me.
- Yeah, it is now,

only after I said I'd take 'em to court.

There's still the damage, though.

Oh, they might come across like...

Don't do that.

Well, they ain't stupid though,
are they? They've mucked it out

so it looks like
there was never a problem,

and I'm stuck with the bill.
So, which is it?

Arseholes or morons?

Well, we can't all be both.

Cheeky bastard.

Who's your line manager?

So, who's Nico Ricci, then?

Sounds like a local gangster.

Time to consult the expert.

Oh, yes!

Best breakfast in the world.

Right...

- Who's breaking?
- Me.

Bet's a fiver.

Done. Robin?

All right. Early days. Don't get cocky.

We wanted to pick your brains
about Clerkenwell, back in the day.

Have you heard of Gloria Conti?

She a working girl?

Is that the only possibility?

Oi! This is me being helpful.

- Have a look at this photo.
- No, hang on. Hang on.

Robin's about to miss.

Lovely.

Do you know who these two men are?

- That's your foul.
- I didn't do anything!

No, no. Fuck that. Because you two
are a team and he just put me off.

- That's still my shot.
- I take it you recognise them?

Yeah. What are you doing
with that picture?

I'm asking who they are.

And I'll be crystal clear, Bunsen,

I ain't telling you
till I know why you're asking.

It's a missing person inquiry.

Yeah, I bet it is.

Well, if you recognise them,
other people will, too.

We'll just ask around.

No, don't do that.
That's manipulation, Robin.

I expect that off him, but I thought
you'd be better than that.

The older one Nico Ricci?

Why are you asking me
if you already know?

I didn't know. I do now.

Right. OK. Enough with the mind games.

Yes. That old boy, and he will be
old now, that is Nico Ricci.

"Mucky" Ricci. He come up doing
pimping in strip clubs and porn.

Now, the younger one,
that's his boy, Luca.

Luca does a bit of everything.

He got sent down for sticking electrodes

on to this man's ball sack.
And get this,

the geezer that he did it to,
he told the jury

that he asked Luca to do it.
You know, like it was a sex game.

Like you'd want that! Fuckin' 'ell, no.

Anyway, Luca's done a bit of time,

but he's out now.

Don't go near them.

If Ricci's your answer,
don't ask that question.

Luca, he'd just shoot him, bang,
bye-bye, Bunsen.

But you do not want to be the woman
that Luca decides needs a lesson.

We'd be careful.

No.

I've seen how you are
with men like that.

And you've got balls. And nine times
out of ten, I respect that.

But this is that one time in ten.

Stay away.

I ran a search on Nico's son,
Luca Ricci.

His name comes up
on the fundraising page

of St Peter's Catholic Nursing Home
in Clerkenwell.

He donated £500 last summer.

Sounds like a wonderful guy.

The message with the donation says,
"Keep on keeping my old man happy".

If Nico's a resident there,
I could try talking to him.

He'd never talk.

As soon as you go sniffing around,
it risks putting us on Luca's radar.

But I wouldn't confront him.

I'd just try and find out
who he used to work with.

Get some of the names
for the men used in that film.

Robin, Shanker knows
what he's talking about.

We keep our distance.

Thanks, Pat.

I'm going to put a question mark
on the people we haven't found yet.

What happens when you do find her?

What do you mean?

You'd have to scribble out
that question mark.

If you use a sticky note,
you won't have to do that.

Right. Well, we haven't got
any sticky notes, so...

Yes, we have. I've got a whole block
of 'em in my drawer.

OK.

Er, everyone says Margot
liked Gloria Conti.

Gloria was dating Luca.

His dad, Nico,
was a nasty piece of work.

So, how does Margot
fall foul of these two?

Why do you think that Athorn's
social worker said that

Nico killed Margo?

I've got her number. I'll give her
a call.

For now, let's focus on
confirming Margot's scar.

Your sister called again.
She asked if you were in.

Said I didn't know.

Thanks.

Everything OK?

Lucy's used to getting her own way,

and Joan's tumour
isn't having any of it.

I might have to go down there.

Well, I can manage things here.

I can stay till the weekend.

No, you do whatever you need to do.

I might have something on
one of these family tree websites.

There's a woman called Trudy Mattison

who's listed a Gloria Conti as a cousin.

- Looks the right age.
- Great.

Hello. Are you Trudy Mattison?

- Yes.
- My name's Venetia Hall.

I gather you're interested
in family trees?

- How did you know that?
- Don't worry, I'm not selling anything!

My clients are building
a new family tree search engine

and we're looking for people to test it.

It will be free to you after we launch.

Completely free?

Yes, completely free.

All I'd do is spend ten minutes
with you now

getting some information about your
relatives to populate our database.

It's just names, dates and places of
birth, current location.

Allo, c'est Mary.

Hello. Am I speaking to Mary Jaubert?

Yes.

Hello, Mary. My name is Robin Ellacott.

I'm a private investigator.

I've been hired
to look into the disappearance

of Margot Bamborough.

I think you knew Margot

back when you were known
as Gloria Conti?

How did you get my number?

It's what I do for a living.

I also know you married a Frenchman,

you have three grown-up children
and you live in Nimes.

We have a lot to discuss.

I could fly over,
if you'd rather talk face-to-face.

No, no, don't do that.

Look, I don't want to discuss anything.

It was a long time ago.

I'm sorry, but please
don't contact me again.

No. No, you listen to me.

Everything I've heard about Margot,
she was a good person.

She left a hole in a lot of lives.

And I don't care how long ago
it was, Gloria,

you cooperate now,
or I will drag you to court.

You and Luca Ricci.

Oh, fuck...

How are you doing?

How do I look?

Gorgeous, as ever.

You're not a very convincing liar.

Once you start dying,
everyone lies to you.

They say they can make you comfortable.

That's the big one.

Are you in pain?

Yes.

Is it going to get worse?

It might.

Thank you.

You're a sweet boy.

All those years wanting children...

..and it's my ovaries that kill me.

What kind of a joke is that?!

I do feel like I had children.

Lucy called me Mum
right from when she was little.

I didn't know that.

She didn't do it in front of you.

She knew you didn't like it.

It's all right.

Oh, you loved Leda.

I know that made nothing very easy.

I'd better help Ted with the dinner.

Tell him not to put salt on everything.

Is that causing you problems?

No...

..I just don't like it!

Ta.

Joanie wants to plan the funeral.

Lucy thinks half the battle's
in the 'ead.

Well, you're not going to win

if you're planning your own funeral,
are ya?

She's sad...

..that she's never going to meet
your kids.

I'm not going to have kids.

Oh.

Well...

..that'll cheer her up, won't it?

I will say this, though...

..my sister having you kids

was the best decision she ever made.

We were bloody glad she did that.

- Sorry I'm late.
- Better late than never.

Right, let's get started.

Um...

- Pen?
- Yeah.

Thanks.

OK, Sam.

It's early days, but I'm pretty
sure my target's having an affair.

Something about the way he keeps

shagging this girl he's not married to.

Keep using the same place, though.

I could probably bug it.

Let's try and get photos, first.

Saul?

Another week and I can
get his PA to wear a wire.

- Sorry?
- I've got his PA all softened up.

She's going to be my weapon
of mass destruction.

I thought I said not to approach anyone.

This is a surveillance job.

Yeah, but if you ring Strike...

I don't need to ring Strike.
I made that decision.

I told Strike about the PA.

I think he thought it was a good idea.

- Sorry, have I upset ya?
- No, I'm not upset.

Yeah, well, you seem a bit upset.

Well, we've got a new job
starting in Fulham.

I'm going to put
you on that. Pat'll brief you.

Just give me one more week on Shifty.

I want to see the job done properly.

One more week sounds reasonable.

Oi! Both of you. Robin's the boss, yeah?

How's about we do whatever
the fuck she tells us, OK?

Rob's, for real,

one week, and I'll have
everything we need on Shifty.

I've told you what's happening.

To be honest, we're struggling
to find someone who can confirm

if your mum had a scar.

I mean, I hate to suggest it,

but Paul Satchwell might...

He's living in Greece,
not responding to our messages.

Is there a way you could ask
your dad without it blowing up?

I'll think about it.

Well, could it change things?

It's your decision.

But, honestly, yes,
it could be important.

I'll leave it with you.

OK.

Bye.

Diddy!

What are you doing here
and not telling your mates?!

We could have been arseholed by now!

Maybe because he's meant
to be spending time with Joan.

How is she?

As expected.

How is she today, though?
Have you actually seen her?

You're in trouble, now.

Best of luck, mate.

You got time for one, do you reckon?

Thanks so much for the lift.

Any time, Luce. And you...

..call me next time, yeah?

If you're done with your work calls,
shall we go and see Joan?

Hi. I'm
actually just going to St Peter's,

I'm from RG, the monitoring agency?
Have you got two mins

- for a super-quick survey?
- OK, OK.

Thank you so much.

So, who have you been to see, today?

- My wife, Enid.
- Enid.

And do you feel she's
being looked after?

You'd hope so, given the fees.

Fee levels, I'll make a note.

All right?

I'm here to see Enid. I think my
uncle's coming in, as well, today.

You just missed him.

Thanks.

Mr Ricci?

I'd like to ask you a few
questions about Margot Bamborough.

Do you remember her?

Is that a yes?

Don't you smile at me,
you piece of shit.

I know what you did.

What do you think happens now, then, eh?

Am I going to tie a bag
over your head, too?

- Who are you?
- Are your family?

I'm his son.

I'm on my way out and he's making
these moaning noises.

There's no nurses around.
I come in, cos I thought he was dying.

Yeah, he moans a bit,
don't mean nothing, though, do it, Dad?

Oh!

Well, I'll leave you to it, then.

That's it. That's what he was doing.
Like he's choking or something.

That's not what choking sounds like.

What's your name? Ain't seen
you round 'ere before.

Vanessa.

- Vanessa? Who you 'ere to see, Vanessa?
- My great granny.

- Oh, yeah, which one's that, then?
- Sadie.

She's a few doors down
from your old man.

My mum usually comes, but
she's on holiday, so I thought

I'd bring some presents.

Oh, that's lovely, that, innit?

Family person!

I dunno, it's Christmas, innit?

Christmas. Yeah...

You know what he'd like

for Christmas?

No.

A kiss from a pretty girl!

Go on, then.

You're cheeky, aren't ya?!

Go on, give him a kiss.

Yeah, all right, mate. Enjoy your visit.

I'm glad your old man's all right.

Not saying bye-bye to Sadie?

She'll be asleep, now.

You not staying with your dad?

Not much of a talker, my dad.

You forgot to sign out.

Oh, yeah.

Thanks.

Thought you were here to see Sylvie?

Sadie.

I dropped off some presents
for Enid, as well.

What's with all the questions, mate?

Just trying to be friendly.

You want a lift?

I'm all right. Thanks, though.

I'm going.

Oh, I'm coming down.

No, no, no. Don't come down.

I'll be back for Christmas.

It will be special.

Not special, just normal.

That's what I meant.

Sorry. I forgot to sign out.

Thanks.

_

How was the trip?

Anna Phipps has decided
to let us talk to her dad.

Hopefully we'll get an answer
on that scar.

Great.

Well, I've been busy.

Luca Ricci did write that note
to Margot.

- Here's the proof.
- It's open, come up the stairs.

It's the same handwriting. Look.

It's the same weird mix
of upper and lower case.

It's exactly the same.

Where did you get that?

Mucky Luca's nursing home?

Yeah.

When?

While you were away.

After I told you not to?

It needed doing. This is proof
that Luca was involved.

How long do you think it
would take Luka to find you?

I wore a disguise. I used a fake name.

It will not come back to us.

Why don't you just say,
"Well done, this was good work."

It was. That's beside the point.

I don't want him to throw acid
in your face.

Or mine.

I think I'm done for the day.

I was careful.

You should have discussed it
with me first.

I'm Gloria Conti.

All right for me to go?

Thanks, Pat.

Come in, Miss Conti.

It's a long time
since someone called me that.

My children only know me
as Mary Jaubert.

How did you find us?

I spoke to Mrs Jaubert a few days ago.

I wasn't expecting you to come.

Well, neither was I, but I...

Well, I read about you,

and then I thought

perhaps you're on the side
of the angels.

And then I really did have to talk
to you because

I think there's a good chance that

Margot died...

..because of me.

Can I get you a drink?

Yeah. Something strong, please.

Come through.

No, my grandfather ran a coffee shop.

And my dad worked for London Transport.

None of them were criminals!

But I was shy and I hated being shy.

I wanted to look tough.

I had my surname, Conti,

and The Godfather had just come out.

So I thought,
"Oh, that's what I could become".

I'm still so ashamed.

We're not here to judge.

That's what Margot would have said.

She always saw right through me.

She wanted me to go back to school,

but I was set
on being Michael Corleone's wife.

And what I ended up with was...

..Luca Ricci.

Kept me waiting.

I had to lock up.

Said you'd be done by six.

I said six is when we close.
I can't go to anyone else has gone.

Do you think I'm stupid?

Now, I've been waiting here 15 minutes.

No patients coming out.
No sign of anyone.

And then a Paki slips out
and you come out a minute after.

So, what's that about?

That's Dr Gupta.

He's finishing his paperwork.

He's my boss. I can't just...

Do you think I don't know what you are?!

You fucking whore.

How you buying that coat?!

I saved up!

If that's the way you want
to make money,

I can put you to work.

What are you...?

I was hoping someone
would still be here.

- I need to get back into the building.
- Yeah, well, she's not...

If you're still here when we're
done, I'll call the police.

Get out now, Gloria, please.

Go and open up.
I'll be with you in a minute.

Start your car and drive away.

You've got no idea
who you're talking to.

I know what kind of man I'm talking to.

I've treated women with men like you
in their lives,

and I've given evidence
on their behalf in court.

And I'll do it again.

So, why don't you fuck off
and stay away from her?

Tell Gloria I'll see her later.

He's not always like that.

I don't care about him.

I see so much potential in you.
You're cleverer than you let on.

Men like him, when they find that
out, they'll punish you for it.

There's nothing they hate more
than a woman who sees who they are.

But I let it happen.

We aren't our mistakes.

It's what we do about our mistakes
that shows who we are.

Well, I didn't end it.

I tried to, but...

..I kept making the same mistakes.

My ex-husband cheated on me

three times with the same woman.

It took me a long time to see it.

Did you blame yourself?

Yeah.

Finally, I did do it.

I told Luca it was over.

Thanks, Gloria.

And then he turns up
at our Christmas party

with his dad.

I was terrified at making a scene.

I'll be two seconds.

You don't have to go.

I do, Dr Bamborough.

You're a nice girl, Gloria.

My son likes you.

You don't want to upset him.

And then I got pregnant.

I thought that was the end.
I thought I'd have to marry him.

Margot helped you get an abortion,
didn't she?

She booked it under her own name.

Yeah, and she stayed with me afterwards.

She saved my life.

You were there on her last day.

Could you talk us through that?

Well, I was there on my own.

And then this girl comes in.

Take a seat...

Theo? Theodora, maybe.

Yep?

There's a girl just come in,
asking to be seen.

- She has to come back tomorrow.
- She's in a lot of pain.

OK, can you grab me my doughnut
from the fridge?

- You all right to stay a little bit longer?
- Yeah.

- I can open these for you, if you like.
- Er, leave those alone,

please.

OK.

Well, the girl had an ectopic
pregnancy, and if Margot hadn't seen

her then, she could have died.

Did Margot leave before you?

I'm going to be so late for Oonagh.

- It's horrible out there.
- Mm.

He'll kill you, Gloria.

You know that, don't you?

With men like that,
it never, ever gets better.

Goodnight, then.

Night, Dr Bamborough.

I was there another ten minutes
after she left,

just turning out lights,
things like that.

How does any of that make you
responsible for what happened?

I think Luca abducted her.

Not him, personally,
because I was with him by seven,

but maybe a cousin.

He knew she wanted me to leave him.

He said if I ever left him,

he'd have her killed.

He said his dad once killed a girl
called Kara for informing on them.

And he showed me photos of a man
having his teeth pulled out,

so I believed him.

And I should have gone to the police
and told them

as soon as she disappeared,

but Lucas said they had detectives
on the payroll.

When I realised Margot...

..wasn't ever coming back...

..I went to France.

Been there ever since.

It's the first time
I've been back in London.

It's changed.

The only other person who knows
about the abortion is my husband.

It won't go further than us.

No.

What I really want to say is,

if you find something

that proves that Luca did it,
I will go to court.

I'll tell them everything I've told you.

I owe Margot that and more.

She was the bravest,
kindest person I've ever known.

She saved me.

You did bloody well finding her.

You've done bloody well with everything.

I'm sorry I'm such a prick.

No problem.

I'll see you at Roy Phipps'
house tomorrow?

Anna tells me you might
have information about Margot.

We're hoping you might be able
to help with some questions.

I'm sorry, did you or did you not
approach my daughter,

promising new information?

We did.

What might really help us now
is to know if Margot had a scar.

Dr Bamborough.

If Dr Bamborough had a scar
on this part of her body.

No, she didn't.

A couple of moles.

No more than that.

Do you have any photographs?

Of my wife naked for you to take home?

Who is this man?

He's just trying to help
your daughter, Roy.

That's all this is.

Hmm.

Cynthia, would you?

Holidays.

Our last one, summer of 1974.

France. It's towards the back.

It's not her.

Why didn't you tell me you had these?

They've been sitting there
for half a century.

I thought those were medical books.

Why didn't you tell me
you had photos of Mum here?

I have two photos of Mum
and me together.

Two!

You don't remember her.

We chose to give you a living home

rather than a mausoleum.

You lied to me.

We never meant to.

And you wonder why I never trusted you.

Treating her existence
like a guilty secret.

I hired these people
to find out what happened.

They're detectives.

So, you lied to me.

You're a coward.

You thought she was seeing someone else.

A Paul Satchwell?

When all the time I had evidence
that she might even still be alive.

That necklace wasn't hers.

And everything you've done since

confirms that I did the right
thing for you, you stupid girl.

That's bullshit.

I met other men
whose women had gone missing

and it destroyed them.

Brian Tucker,

losing his marriage over his obsession

with finding his daughter.

He almost had me roped in,
sitting in a pub with him and...

And Terry Wolfson. Oh, Terry
drinking himself to death

over his sister, Kara.

And Brian wanting to dig up
half of London!

It was madness.

There wasn't even any proof

that Creed had killed any of our women.

They were simply... gone.

And that's all we had in common.

I didn't forget

your mother, Anna.

I tried not to let it destroy us.

I tried to give you happiness

instead of what I had,

which was pain.

Dad?

Oh, no, Dad.

Dad.

Oh, no, stop!

If he dies...

Don't.

No, he's right.

This has brought nothing but
pain. I'm sorry. I just...

I can't go on with it any more.

- We understand.
- But, Anna, I want to find her.

- Robin.
- All I'm asking for is your permission

to keep looking for Margot.

We'll talk next week. Please
let us know how Mr Phipps does.

Come on.

The girl in the film is Kara Wolfson.

She worked at The Carnival Club in Soho.

She went missing after work less
than a year before Margot vanished.

This is some pornographic work
Kara did. You can see the scar.

We'll bring the film in
to Scotland Yard tomorrow.

The Met can take it from there.

We've got all the pieces that you need.

We know who the woman in the film is.
We know Nico Ricci killed her.

There's no statute of limitation
for murder.

Is he competent to stand trial?

He can't talk.

But, I mean, he understands questions.

Well, it's not just him. There are
the men he had attacking her.

Got any names for 'em?

He will go down for this, won't he?

So, Nico Ricci gets chocolates
for Christmas,

Luca Ricci drives around
in his Aston Martin

and there's not even a grave for Kara

and we're meant to accept that?

I'm sorry. Just being realistic.

Thanks, George.

I'm going to get off.
It's been a long week.

Oh, Mr Strike?

Mr Strike?

I'm Brian Tucker.

I have proof of who killed
Margot Bamborough.

I have a written confession.