All language subtitles for Strike - S04E02 - Episode 2 (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

[engine revs]

[Beth Rowley's
"I Walk Beside You"]

- ♪ You and me ♪

♪ Me and you ♪

♪ Somehow we made it through ♪

♪ I may be gone ♪

♪ I may be far away ♪

♪ But I 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 walk beside you ♪

- [breathing heavily]

[dogs barking]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- We need to go.
Leave it!

♪ ♪

[barking continues]

♪ ♪

Hurry up, come on.

♪ ♪

- [grunts]

Oh!
- Hurry.

[dog snarling]

♪ ♪

- [grunts]

[breathing heavily]

Thanks.

[barking continues]

♪ ♪

We won't make it to the car.

- The barn--head for the barn.

[barking continues]

[dog snarling]

♪ ♪

[shovel clatters]

♪ ♪

Here.

[ferocious barking]

- Ugh.
- How's your hand?

- It's fine.
How many are there?

- I don't know.
I think there's two.

[barking continues]

Can you hold this?
- Yeah.

[barking continues]

[breathing heavily]

- [grunts]

- Ah.
[inhales sharply]

- [grunts]

I'm gonna make a run for it,

get the car
right up to the door.

- You can't run.
- It doesn't matter.

- You're limping.
Let's just be practical.

- This is what we're doing.

You need to keep 'em
focused here.

Make a racket.
[banging]

Bad dog! No biscuit!

[imitates barking]
Like that.

And whatever happens--
Robin, what are you doing?

Robin!

[bangs, snarls]

[suspenseful music]

[barking continues]

Robin, run!

♪ ♪

[engine turning over]

[barking continues]

♪ ♪

[horn honking]

♪ ♪

[barking continues]

♪ ♪

- [grunts]

[dog snarling]

♪ ♪

[barking continues]

I think I've found
human remains.

I'm not giving you my name.
I'll give you the location.

- [sighs]

- Company will pay
for the damage.

- No need.
There's nothing to fix.

Built like a tank.

- You shouldn't have done that.

- You shouldn't
have told me not to.

You know I'm faster than you.

You're not gonna fire me again,
are you?

- Learned my lesson there.

- So...what now?

[engine turning over]

- In an hour,
the police will have a body,

and if they talk to Billy,
they'll have a witness as well.

- And so Billy...
- We do need to find him.

[cell phone buzzing]

Hello?

- Hi, Robin.
It's Izzy.

Um, best not come
into the office today.

The police are here.

- Why? What's happened?
- I can't discuss it.

See you tomorrow...
unless I call.

- Is there anything
I can help with?

[line clicks, beeps]

[sighs]

- Was that the politician?

- Yeah, well, his office.

- [chuckles softly]
What happens if you get caught

messing about there?

Like, if the security services
found you out?

Have you even
thought about that?

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- I've spoken to DI Wardle.
- Hmm?

- He can't find out anything

about what's happening
with the bones.

It's a government
minister's estate,

so they're all treading
on eggshells.

- Right.
- He did give me this.

Billy was six
when he saw the girl strangled.

He looks in his mid-20s now,
so it's roughly 20 years ago.

Wardle did a check on all
the missing girls around then.

- Mm-hmm.
- Suki Lane fits.

She went missing from care

living less than ten miles
from the Chiswell estate.

She was 12 but built small,
long dark hair.

If Billy can ID her,
we've really got something.

Tea?
- Yes, please.

- Sam Barclay called as well.

Jimmy drove to South London
this morning

to a house on Alma Grove.

He was dropping off food.

Made Barclay sit in the car,
so Billy could be inside.

I'm gonna take a look.

- [sighs]

- You all right?
- Yeah, I've just, um--

If Chiswell
is arrested for murder,

then they'll search his houses

in London and Oxfordshire,
won't they?

And they'll search his offices.

I hid the spare bugs
inside a box,

but they'll find them
pretty quickly,

and if they do a sweep of--
- Of the Winns' office.

Yeah, I see
what you're thinking.

- My fingerprints
are all over it.

[sighs]

I'll have to try
and get them out.

Sorry, I know that was my--
- No, I asked you to.

- No, it's fine.

[sighs]

No, I'll take care of it,
honestly.

- Fine, do it this morning.

- They asked me
not to come in today.

- Ignore 'em.

Say you've got to do
something time-sensitive.

- Hmm, they're not
the type of people

that are used to being ignored.

- It'll be good for 'em, then.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[knocking]

[knocking]

♪ ♪

Oh, come on.

♪ ♪

[cell phone chimes]

♪ ♪

[door clicks open]

- What are you doing in here?
- I was borrowing a stapler.

- Show me.

- What?

- I don't believe you.

Show me it.

- Well, I couldn't find one.

Ah, huh.

- You were looking at my phone.
- No, I wasn't.

- Don't lie.
You were looking at it.

And what are you doing
going through my--

- Look, I'm already late.
I--

[scoffs]
Excuse me.

- Not till you answer
my question.

- How many people
do you know here?

Because I know six people
who could have you fired

by the end of the day,

so don't even flirt
with pulling this crap on me.

- What, so you can
just come in--

- Can I borrow
your stapler or not?

Because if not,
get out of my way

before I have you thrown out.

- You know, people like you--
- Yes.

We run things.
I know.

[door slams]

[exhales heavily]

- How can this be
so bloody complicated?

You are a hotel.

Of course you have
my bill on file.

So is this laziness,
or are you incompetent?

Come on, which is it?

Get the manager
to call me urgently.

- Morning, Minister.
Hi, Izzy.

- Did you not--
- Oh, I won't be long.

Essential maintenance
on the you-know-what.

- Let's just get on with it.

- Okay.

Um, constituent
wants to discuss his idea

for a new tax on--
- No.

[telephone ringing]

Leave it.
Next.

- Two village fete requests.
- No.

- Margaret Connaught
asked if she could--

- Absolutely not.

[answering machine beeps]

- Kind decline
with best wishes, then.

- They say they
piss themselves when they die.

Is that true, Chiswell?

[answering machine beeps]

- Delete that.

- Minister, is this something
we could help with?

[door squeaks open]

[door slams]
What was that about?

- It's just miserable for him.

I honestly think
he's done nothing wrong.

[doorbell buzzes]

[eerie music]

♪ ♪

- I think I over-ordered again.

[door slams]
- No such thing.

- Hey, have you got
more than two forks?

- Spoon for me.
Beer?

- Mm, yes, please.

You know, we had
over 50 answerphone messages.

- Yeah, I know.
We need someone.

- Thanks.

- How'd you get on
with the bugs?

- Mm, I got them.

So we carrying on
with Chiswell as a client?

- I'd like to keep him close

until we know
that Billy's safe.

- What, no luck at Alma Grove,
then?

- He'd been there.
He's not there anymore.

And there's traces of blood
all through the house.

There's blood
on the bannister too.

He maybe tried to hold on
while he was being dragged off,

or he might have cut himself.

He'd carved
one of those horses as well.

I did a check
with the Land Registry.

It's owned by a Mrs. Collier.
Does that ring any bells?

- No.

- We haven't got the money
to keep it under surveillance.

- You know, you're right about
trying to stick with Chiswell.

Someone left him
a message today.

I think it was about the girl
that Billy saw.

- What kind of message?

- It went straight
to answerphone.

It was a man, and he said,

"They piss themselves
when they die."

- "They piss themselves
when they die,"

not, "She pissed herself"?

- No, no, I'm sure.

- And you watched him
listen to this.

- Well, he just left
straightaway.

I got the impression
that Izzy knows something,

but she's loyal to her family;
she won't talk.

- [sighs]

Maybe someone knows
about the police digging.

He's done well
to keep it out of the papers.

You'd hope it's still news
when a dead girl

is found buried
on a minister's estate.

He rang me.

He wants a report in person.

We're gonna have to drive
up to his place in Oxfordshire.

Is there anything
we can give him?

- I reckon Jimmy
deals a bit of weed.

- Well, unless it's a kilo,
that's not gonna be enough.

I've found Jimmy's ex-wife.

We can drop in on her
on the way to Chiswell.

- Hi.

- I've got an appointment
with Dawn.

- What do you want
doing to him, pet?

Do you just want me
to neaten him up all over?

- I'm not here for a haircut,
but I'm happy to pay for one.

My name's Cormoran Strike.
I'm a private detective.

This is my partner, Robin.
- Oh, yeah, I read about you.

You caught that man
who did those things.

- That's right.

We were hoping to talk to you
about Jimmy Knight.

- Shit, what's he done now?

- We're just after
some background.

- Right.

Sian, can you
take her foils out

at ten past, please?

We can talk out back.

- There you go, cock.

- Thanks, very kind.

- I've not seen Jimmy in years.

- Well, we're interested
in his family

as much as anything else.

When was the last time
you saw Billy?

- Oh, not since
Jimmy and I split.

He used to come
and stay sometimes,

but he'd scream the place down.

I'm talking 4:00 or 5:00
in the morning.

He pissed the bed
more than once.

- Did he ever say why?

- What, why he pissed the bed?

- Well, what he was
frightened of.

- He said he woke up
and he couldn't breathe

because of what he'd done.

- What had he done?

- It were ridiculous.
I mean, it was all...

Where they grew up,
the local kids,

they used to go up
to this old chalk horse

and make a wish on it,

and Billy said he wished
that he were dead

so that he could be
with his mum again,

only the horse
took some other kid instead.

I mean, how cracked is that?

I were giving him a cuddle
and, like, trying to tell him,

and then Jimmy came in,
and he started shouting at him.

He was like,
"Shut your fucking mouth

about that horse."

- Did you ever meet his dad?

- Oh, Jack Knight
were horrible.

Drunk, got barred
from everywhere.

Used his fists on his kids
more than once.

I know that much.

One time,

Jimmy said his old man
were going to hell

for what he'd done.

I mean, the big joke of it were
that his dad worked for a Tory.

You ever heard
of Jasper Chiswell?

- I have, actually.

Did Jimmy talk
about the Chiswell family?

- [chuckles]
That's the hypocrisy of him.

I mean, he used to go to all
their parties, didn't he?

Freddie Chiswell's 18th,
big marquee and all that.

I mean, he even hired a tuxedo.
I've seen the pictures.

I wish I had them now;
I'd stick 'em on the Internet

and show all his mates
what a lick-ass he was

around posh kids.

They'd have only had him around
because, well,

he could always get drugs.

They needed a dealer.

That's all he was.

- You know how Billy said
his dad helped them bury her?

- Mm-hmm.

- Well, if Jimmy
really was that desperate

to fit in with Freddie
and his crowd...

- He helped him
cover up a murder?

- Well, if he was involved
in it, he might've.

I mean,
he's obviously desperate

to stop Billy talking,
and it'd explain

why Jack Knight
helped to bury the girl

if Jimmy was mixed up in it

and why Billy took so long
to tell anyone what he saw.

- Yeah.

- You're not convinced.

- No, I see what you're saying.

I just don't see
how Geraint Winn

fits into that picture.

And I'm hungry.

- [clears throat]
I've got some biscuits here.

- Mmm.

What?

- You, you're like one of those
old-fashioned payphones,

except you take biscuits
instead of coins.

- I like your idea.

But Chiswell told me
Geraint wants to destroy him,

and if Geraint has something
linking Chiswell to a murder,

why wouldn't he
go to the police,

let them do the work?

[spirited music]

♪ ♪

- Is there only so much
they can do

once the bones are removed?

Do they not tape off the scene
if it's on private land?

- There should still
be people here.

For a buried child,

you'd dig up half the wood.

- Chiswell couldn't have
just sent them away, though.

Could he?

♪ ♪

- "Mare Mourning."

- The foal's got
lethal white syndrome.

Looks healthy,
but the bowels don't work.

Kinvara likes it.
Reminds her of Lady.

- Who's that?
- A mare she had.

Had it put down.

Happens with animals.

Now, look here.

Events are accelerating.

- I gather the police
have been here.

- Who told you that?

- Do you know
what they were looking for?

- That's irrelevant.

- Jimmy Knight was brought up
in Steda Cottage, wasn't he?

Where the police
have been digging.

- Knight's past is irrelevant.

I know all about his childhood.

I'm paying you to find out
what he's up to now.

So where are we?

What exactly
have you got for me?

- We've got some
promising leads on Geraint.

Looks like he's hiding
some damaging stuff.

And the Jimmy Knight
deep-cover work

has revealed drug-dealing.

We think there's more to come.

We just need
a little more time.

- Time?
That's what we lack.

I can't give you more time.

- We just need
a few more days.

Freddie was awarded the CGC
posthumously, wasn't he?

- Yes, what of it?

- I'd love to see it
for personal reasons.

Do you happen to have it here?

- Only 60 of these awarded
since it was created.

- Did Freddie
always want to join up?

- Family tradition,

and that goes a long way
with us Chiswells.

The country's been good to us,

so we have to do
our bit in return,

and he did more than his bit.

[sighs]
Well, you've seen it now.

- Thank you.

I do appreciate that.

- I'll see you out.

- Could I just use the loo?
Where's the nearest?

- Down the corridor
on the right.

- Great.

- Next time
I have you report back,

have something to tell me.

I'll give you
till the end of the week.

Then I'll cut my losses.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- I wonder who she was.

- He kept these photos
like a trophy.

- Freddie liked
humiliating people.

- Especially women.

His medal was bollocks,
by the way,

purely political.

He was a terrible officer.

- CORE's occupied the building
as a political protest, right?

Jimmy's got a room
on the top floor,

and I'm pretty sure
he's got Billy in it.

He keeps it locked.

- Is there any way
I can get to it?

- The developers are trying
to clear them out this weekend,

so they're having a party.

The more, the merrier.

I cannae be there.
I've got a family thing.

The missus'd kill me.
- That's fine. We'll do it.

Thanks for this.
It's good work.

- Cheers, pal.
[chuckles]

Beats delivering curries
off a bike.

All right if I head off?
- Yeah.

- Cool. See you.

- See you, Sam.

- [sighs]
Would you mind covering this?

My leg's not great,
but if there's a chance

Billy's in there--
- I'm really sorry. I'm away.

It's my anniversary.

Matt's booked a hotel.

I can't really get out of it.

- Okay, yeah, I'll cover it.

- I'm really sorry.

I mean, I could come back
early Sunday.

- Robin, forget it.

Have a weekend.
- Right.

[sighs]

[somber music]

♪ ♪

- Stand there.

[both chuckle]
[camera shutter clicks]

And again.

[camera shutter clicks]
Lovely.

♪ ♪

- I'm pretty sure I'll remember
what room we're in.

- Well, I forgot I went away
with a world-class detective.

- [chuckles]
- It's for my Insta.

- I didn't know
you were on that.

- Yeah, I've got
200 followers, mate.

- This is really nice, Matt.
Thank you.

- Well, you know, technically,
it's not been a year yet.

- How's that?

- We were pronounced
man and wife at half-three.

Till then,

you're just some bird
I was going out with.

[chuckles]

Hey.

I know I've made a mess
of some things, Rob.

But it really was
the best day of my life.

♪ ♪

I'm lucky to have you.

I know that.

I really do.

♪ ♪

[vase clatters]

- Sorry.

♪ ♪

- I do.

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

- Happy anniversary, Matt.

♪ ♪

[crowd shouting]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[shouting continues]

[muffled techno music playing]

♪ ♪

- Come on, just get down!

♪ ♪

[shouting continues]

♪ ♪

- Big fan of techno.

♪ ♪

Can I borrow that mask?

- Well, you can have it...
for a tenner.

♪ ♪

- How are we feeling
about capitalism?

♪ ♪

[techno music blaring]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

- All right?
- Yeah.

Everyone's pretty much
ready for tomorrow.

- You think so?
Is everything set?

- Yeah.
- What's going on?

- Three or four
policemen outside.

Nothing's really changed.

There's enough people outside
to keep 'em occupied.

♪ ♪

Can you give me two secs?
- Yeah, that's fine.

♪ ♪

- He's fine.

- What if the police come in?
- They ain't getting in today.

- What if they do
and they find him locked up?

- So what's your
great idea, then?

Go on, let's hear it.

'Cause if he talks, we're done.

All he wants to do
is fucking talk.

♪ ♪

- Billy, you in there?

- [gasps, whimpers]

- Billy?

It's good to see you, Billy.
I've been looking for you.

- Who told you about me?
Wh-why are you here?

- Billy, remember,
you came to me.

I want to help.
- No, but I can't see you.

Jimmy will kill me.

- I can keep you safe.

I'm gonna find out
everything I can

about the girl
you saw strangled.

That's a promise.
- Don't come near me!

- You recognize this girl?

- That's Suki.

Why--why have you got that?

- She the one you saw?

- No.

Why would you ask that?

- Were any of the Chiswell
family there that night?

- [gags]

[sobs]

- Billy.

It's important
that you try and think back.

- [sobs]

- Do you know who strangled
that girl?

- I can't say.
I can't.

I c--
[sobs]

If Chiswell finds me,
he'll kill me

and he'll kill Jimmy.

[door clicks open]

[groans]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- What'd you tell him, Billy?

- Nothing.
I...promise.

- Billy, listen to me.

Chiswell sent him.

- Billy, that's a lie.

- No.
- Billy.

- No, no, no, no, no!

- Billy!
- Please.

♪ ♪

- Billy!

Billy!

♪ ♪

No, no, no, no, no, please!

Billy, don't do it!

Billy! Billy!

♪ ♪

Billy!
Billy!

♪ ♪

[muffled techno music
continues]

♪ ♪

- Bastard.
- [shouts, groans]

Ugh.

- Ooh.
[laughter]

- [groans]

[indistinct chatter]

[door buzzes]

- Here you go.

This ought to help.

- Wow.

Wow, wow, wow, wow.

- Does it happen a lot?

- No, I pushed it.
Stupid of me.

Mind if I stay here
for a few days?

It's really buggered.

- I can't very well
chuck you out

when you can hardly
leave the bedroom.

[smooches]

- Hey, wait,
what are you doing?

- Oh, nothing, just--
while you were asleep.

- Well, I'm awake now.

Come here.
- Mm.

- I love you.

- I love you too.

[muffled chatter]

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[siren wailing]

- [breathes deeply]

- Did you get my message?

- Hi, Robin.
How was your weekend?

- It was fine, yeah.

- Cormoran's hurt his leg.

He's just staying
for a few days.

You know where he keeps
his phone charger?

- Bottom drawer.

- Hmm, check you out,

right the first time.

[door clicks open]

Brought a guest with me.

I found her lurking
in your office.

Want your stuff now or...
- Yes, please. Thanks.

- Do you want a drink, Robin?

- Oh, yes, please.

Anything.
Thanks.

So did you find him?
- Briefly.

But Suki's not the girl he saw,
and now he's running.

Take a seat.

- So I've been through
the audio on the bugs.

The first one's a call
with a woman

called Elspeth Curtis-Lacey.

She's in the charity videos.
She's one of the trustees.

Resigned last month.

- You have to give me
more time.

End of the month,
I will cast-iron guarantee

I can put the money back.

It's a blip, and we can't
go under over a blip, can we?

I don't believe you'd do that
to us anyway.

You've been a friend
to Della for year--

[keyboard clicks,
recording stops]

- I think Geraint's
been taking money

out of the charity's fund.

- This is perfect for Chiswell.

We'd need decent evidence.

- Well, I've asked Izzy
for an introduction

to Curtis-Lacey.

She's gonna be at an event
for para-athletes.

- That'll put hairs
on your chest.

- Oh, thank you.

Mmm.

So this was later--
Geraint talking to Jimmy.

[keyboard clicks]
- Wait a second, Jimmy.

Close the door, Aamir.

Jimmy, we want the same thing,

and we are very close
to getting the pictures.

Aamir's taking care of it.

Then Chiswell can't hide.

[keyboard clicks,
recording stops]

- That's the most useful
thing so far.

- No, it's good.

Might really help us hang on
to our client.

Push hard with Curtis-Lacey
if you have to.

- Mm-hmm.

How are things with you?

- Well, it's not been
a completely wasted day.

Look at Freddie's lapel pin.

It's a fencer,

and he had a fencer saber
mounted on his bedroom wall.

I dug around.

He was part
of the UK under-19 squad.

And...

so was this girl.

This is Rhiannon Winn,
Della and Geraint's only child.

She's 16 in that photo.

- You don't think Billy
saw her strangled?

- Rhiannon's buried in Wales.

She's definitely
not the girl from the dell.

But there's this as well.

- Is that the same dress as--

- Yeah, Rhiannon's the girl
Freddie humiliated

at his party.

I called
their old fencing coach.

Rhiannon made it onto the team

and Freddie's girlfriend
lost her spot.

What if this is all
the tip of the iceberg?

What if Freddie did something
really nasty later?

Jimmy was there.

He might know
about other photos.

- [sighs]

What do you think
he did to her?

- I don't know, but we know
she hanged herself

four weeks after the party.
- Mm.

- Chiswell wants everyone
to respect his son's legacy,

but I was on Freddie's case.

All of his men hated him.

- Who can we talk to

without tipping
the Chiswells off?

- I'm not sure.

- Um, I'd better--

I mean, I can--
I can come back tomorrow

if you're still gonna be here.
- Well, let's see how it goes.

Was it a good weekend?
- Yeah, it was okay.

Right, see you--
see you when I see you.

- Yep.

- Thank you, Lorelei. Bye.
- Bye, darling.

[door clicks open and shut]

- [sighs]

[siren wailing]

[keyboard clicking]

[door clicks open]

- Gorgeous dress, Izzy.

- Thanks.

You never know
with these things.

Might meet someone.
- Mm.

- Hopefully not another MP.

- [chuckles]

You must have had
some great parties

at Chiswell House.

- When we were younger, we did.
- Mm.

What was Freddie's 18th like?

Oh, your dad showed us his room
while we were there.

There were some photos.

- No, there aren't,

not of that party.

Sorry, what exactly
did you see?

[door crashes open]

- Is that email gone?
- Yes, deleted.

- Pick me up
from the ministry at 6:00.

- How was lovely
Henry Drummond?

- Oh, shut up, Izzy,
for God's sake!

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Four children,

only one of them worth a damn,
and he's dead.

[chuckles]

He would've stood next to me.

He would've stared them down.

♪ ♪

What progress have you made?

- Oh, when I speak
to Dr. Curtis-Lacy,

I might be able--
- Might, no good.

It's my head on the block,
not theirs.

Please...

they're taking everything
from me.

I'm begging you.

♪ ♪

[cell phone rings]

[cell phone clicks]
- How you doing, Sam?

- There's something
going on, pal.

Jimmy's gone to some event
for athletes,

wouldn't let me go.

- Robin's heading
to the same thing.

Christ!
[groans]

- I've not interrupted?
- I'm with the physio.

- [chuckling] Oh, okay.

Listen, they've taken
a banner with them.

It's got that horse on it.

You know, the one that Billy
carved on your wall.

- Right, I'll get down there.

[sighs]

- What happened
to the week of bed rest?

- That happened.

- Wow.

Venetia, you look amazing.

- Thanks, Raff.

- Don't you
look gorgeous too.

- I love your pendant.

- Ah, you're being treated
very well, aren't you,

for an intern?

- Venetia's doing
something useful,

and she's free of charge,

so she's the complete opposite
of you, Kinvara.

- Oh, fuck off,
you little shit.

What are my Lachesis pills
doing here?

- Papa left them there earlier.
Right.

We should probably push off.

[dramatic music]

[crowd cheering]

♪ ♪

- I do think we might
have invited Raff.

- Didn't want him
trailing after Venetia

like a dog in heat.

- It's only bitches
who go into heat.

- Well, you'd be the expert.

♪ ♪

[cheers and applause]

- It's his car next.

Get ready.

♪ ♪

- Hello, Jimmy.

There's police everywhere.
I wouldn't.

The girl buried
behind your dad's cottage,

did you know her name?

[cane clatters]

[all grunting]

♪ ♪

- I am ready
for some champers.

- What's going on?
- Police!

[all grunting]

♪ ♪

[camera shutters clicking]

- Oh, my God.

- Oi! The one's with me!

Oi, the one with the stick,
he's one of my guests.

Let him go.

♪ ♪

What were you doing, hmm?

- Protecting you.

- On your feet.

- Get your filthy hands off me!
- On your feet!

♪ ♪

- Murderer!
- Stop!

[grunts]

- Chiswell, you bastard!

Murderer!
Murderer!

- What did that girl just say?

- Why don't you shut up,
you stupid bitch?

- Nice dress.

He had a banner
with the white horse on it.

- Someone sent Izzy this.

I got it
out of her deleted emails.

The subject line was,
"You owe me 40 grand."

- I put the horse on 'em.

- Chiswell's
running out of time,

which means we are too.

- Mm.

You might need
a stitch in this.

- [sighs]

- I didn't think
you were coming tonight.

- Heard there was a buffet.

- I'm afraid they lied to you.
- Well, that's politicians.

- [chuckles]

[indistinct chatter]

Hello.

Hello, I'm Venetia Hall.

You're Dr. Curtis-Lacey,
aren't you?

- That's right.

Are you involved
on the political side?

- Actually, I've really
wanted to talk to you

about Winn's charity.

You're a trustee, aren't you?

- I was.
I've resigned.

So perhaps I'm not
the best person to talk to.

- Did you resign
over financial irregularities?

What I'd really like to discuss
is Geraint Winn.

- I'm sorry.
Who are you?

- I'm a private investigator.

I'm not accusing you
of anything,

but it would be
in your best interests

if you were honest with me.

- That sounds
rather like a threat.

- You're an old friend
of Della Winn's, aren't you?

There's probably still a way
for her to come out of this

with her career intact.

Like I said, it's Geraint
I'm interested in.

- I see.

Oh, God, can I have a think?

- Not really, no.

[Jasper and Kinvara
arguing unintelligibly]

- Do you understand?
Nothing to do with that.

Just leave me alone.

You have your life.
I have mine.

Let's just leave it at that.
- What are you talking about?

- Let's leave it at that.
- Fine.

- She basically confirmed it.

- What did she have to say?

- We'll do better
to gather hard evidence--

- Spit it out.
What's he done?

- We think he's
defrauded the charity.

Trustees are resigning.

- Yes, that'd do it.

- Before you do anything,
we need--

- Who are you, Venetia?

- Evening, Geraint.
This is Cormoran Strike.

He's a private investigator.

You've been taking money

out of your own charity,
Geraint.

That'll ruin you
if it gets out,

you and Della both.

- It was a loan.
- No, it wasn't.

And your trustees might have
tried to slip off quietly,

but they won't lie
to the police.

You'll tell Jimmy Knight

that you can't get
your evidence after all...

And I'll forget to call
the charity commissioners

about your accounts.

Do we understand one another?

- Yes.

- Off you go, then.

Come and see me
at Ebury Street tomorrow,

10:00 a.m. will you?

I think I might have
another job for you.

- I feel a bit bad about that.

- Maybe it's time we went home.

See you at Ebury Street.
- Yeah.

- Excuse me.

- Corm.
- Charlotte.

- What are you doing here?

- Celebrity amputee.
You?

- Jago's niece rides,
the one with...

- Cerebral palsy.
- Cerebral--yeah.

- Her father's in Hong Kong,

so her mum
invited me along instead.

Are you here with anyone?

- No.

Who've you brought?

- Twins.

That's why I'm huge.

I'm not due for bloody ages.

- Oh, my God, Charlie.
[laughs]

- Izzy, how are you?

- Oh, you know,
sort of all over the place.

I've heard
all your news from Raff.

Raff had a little wingding
with one of Charlie's friends.

- Is he well?
- Oh, he's incorrigible.

There's the girl
who plays the trumpet,

the arty girl on the houseboat,
the baronet's daughter--

- Oh, sorry. Bye, Izzy.

- I don't think
I'm going your way.

- Well, unless
you're tunneling out,

we're both heading
for the door.

Heels--

some things,
I'm not prepared to give up.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Share a cab?

♪ ♪

- No.

♪ ♪

- Where's the cane I gave you?

- You kept it.

♪ ♪

Happy birthday.

- It's completely beautiful.

[laughs]

Not at all your usual thing.

- That's not true.
- [chuckles]

♪ ♪

- Any chance I can smoke?

- [sighs]

Hiya.
- Hi.

- I can smell the booze on you.

- Come on, bit of lubricant.

Let's get this thing off you.

- Um, I'm not really
in the mood.

Hey.
[fabric tears]

Oh, Matt!

- Come on, it's only a dress.

- Ugh, I'm tired.

I don't want to.

[sighs]

- Thank you
for having me here this week.

It's been good.

- I've liked it too.

- I want you to know
I really like what we have.

It's good, isn't it?

- I love you.

Did you hear me?

- Yeah, I did.

♪ ♪

[cell phone ringing]

[cell phone clicks]

- Strike.

- God...
[grunts]

I wanted to say

that I'm sorry
I got you involved.

- Billy?
- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry if you're not
what Jimmy says.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

- Billy, where are you?

- I see her every night,
and I can't hack it.

I can't keep running.

And I only ever did things
'cause my dad, he made me!

I never wanted--

- What did he
make you do, Billy?

- I'm sorry.

[line clicks, beeps]

[bells chiming]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Billy!

♪ ♪

Oh, shit.

♪ ♪

I need an ambulance.
I think a man's been stabbed.

Leicester Street.

Lyle Street,
end of Leicester Street.

He's lost a lot of blood.

Billy, ambulance is coming.
Stay with me.

I'm doing all that.
I'm doing all that.

[line ringing]

- Cormoran, are you close?

It's just, he's got
a real thing about punctuality.

- Go in.
Tell him I'm stuck in traffic.

I'll explain when I see you.

- Okay.

[doorbell rings]

[knocking]

[door creaks]

Hello?

Minister?

Minister?

[knocking]

Minister, it's Robin
from the agency.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[engine revs]