All language subtitles for Strike - S04E01 - Episode 1 (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 ♪

[indistinct chatter]

[laughter]

- You look beautiful.

- Thanks.
[laughs]

You look...

[laughs]
Terrible.

- It's this jacket.
Needs taking in.

- Mm.

- Anyway, I'm not staying.

I just wanted to say
I'm sorry, and...

And I want you back.

- What?
- Come back.

To work.
Have your job back.

Sorry.
I haven't slept.

- You didn't have to be
so dramatic, you know...

bursting into the church.

You could've just called.

- I did.

- No, you didn't.

- I've left four messages.

I assumed you'd blocked me.

- Why would I...

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Cormoran, I just--

it's a bit of a strange day
to be...

- Yeah. Sorry.
Go and mingle.

- Will you stay, though?

I wanna talk to you properly.

Promise me you'll stay.

- I'll stay.

♪ ♪

- Hey, beautiful.
I was just saying--

- We need to talk.

♪ ♪

[muffled chatter]

♪ ♪

[chatter clarifies]

- It's a devil
to cut a cake like that

and have it not fall apart,

but then I thought,
"Well, it's Robin's cake.

"She's always loved that cake.

And maybe what's needed
is a different type of icing."

And actually, using fondant...

♪ ♪

[chatter fades out]

♪ ♪

[chatter loudens]

♪ ♪

[muffled dialogue]

[laughter and applause]

- Ladies and gentlemen,
now let's usher in the night

as we gather next door
for the first dance.

[cheers and applause]

- ♪ Lately ♪

♪ Been wondering ♪

♪ Who will be there
to take my place ♪

♪ When I'm gone ♪

♪ You'll need love ♪

♪ To light the shadows
on your face ♪

♪ If a great wave shall fall ♪

♪ And fall upon us all ♪

♪ Then between the sand
and stone ♪

♪ Could you make it
on your own ♪

♪ If I could ♪

♪ Then I would ♪

♪ I'll go
wherever you will go ♪

♪ Way up high ♪

♪ Or down low ♪

♪ I'll go
wherever you will go ♪

♪ And maybe ♪

♪ I'll find out a way to ♪

- What are you doing?
- Just give me one minute.

- ♪ To watch you,
to guide you ♪

[music continues, muffled]

♪ ♪

- Cormoran!

Are you sure?

- Yeah.

I am.

- [inhales sharply]

[soft music]

♪ ♪

- Look, across the day
as a whole,

I'd say there was more good
than bad.

- Your job was to follow
the taxi.

- Yeah.
And I did do that.

- You don't think crashing
a moped into the back of it

might've tipped them off?

- Do you think
you'll need me again this week?

- I think it's unlikely.

Take him off the list
of subcontractors.

- Sorry, do you want me
to do that?

- Hiya.

- How's the dodgy doctor?

- Oh, he played squash
after work.

- Do you know
who he's playing with?

- [sighs]
A man with a beard.

I don't think
he'll be trading sex

for a free boob job.

What's the name of my 6:00?

- Oh, no, he called
this morning to rearrange.

- The meeting I've just come
all the way across London for?

- Mm.

- Well, I'll see you both
tomorrow.

- See ya.
- Good night, Mr. Strike.

Is the work mostly people
cheating on each other?

- Mostly.

- It's not
what I thought it'd be.

[pensive music]

♪ ♪

- Hello.

Good day?
- Yeah.

You?
- Mm.

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

♪ ♪

- [sighs]
It's like "Tetris."

But the boxes don't vanish
if you make a line.

- [laughs]

- How was your day?
- Ah, the usual.

[sighs]

- All right, where is the...

[horn honking]

[siren wailing]

- [sniffing]

[breathing heavily]

[lock clatters]

- Hiya.
- Morning.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Don't touch anything.

Take pictures.

♪ ♪

- I seen a girl strangled.

♪ ♪

They strangled her up there.

- My name's Cormoran Strike.

Do you wanna sit down?
- Don't ask me things!

Just--

I shouldn't even be talking.

Just--just listen, okay?

The girl--
the girl I saw killed,

she's in the dell
behind my dad's cottage.

He helped them bury her there.

[sniffs]
I can't go.

I can't go.
I can't go.

- I'd like to help you,
but please don't hurt yourself.

You can tell me anything, okay?

We'll look after you.

- They--they buried her
in a pink blanket.

They didn't know I seen 'em,
but I did, and...

They buried her.

- Where's your dad's house?

- No, I can't. I can't.

I can't. I can't.
I can't. I can't.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[breathing heavily]

[dramatic tones]

[glass shatters]

- I start every investigation
the same way.

My client writes down
their name and address

so I can keep 'em updated.

You came here
to ask for our help.

We can help you.

You're one of our clients now.
So please.

- Ah, but you'll tell
the police,

and you can't do that.

Him and his mates,
they control the police.

Then he'll fi--he'll find out.

- What's your name?

- Billy.
- Billy, this is Robin.

- Hi, Billy.

- We can move forward
much quicker on this

if we know
how to get hold of you,

so please?

- [whimpering]

[distorted tones]

- [screams]

[distorted tones]

[screams]

- He put her on--on the eye...

[breathing heavily]

And he choked her.

[distorted tones]

And she pissed herself
as she died.

She wasn't--she wasn't big.

She was--she was little
and she had long...

brown hair.

And I can't not see it!

[distorted tones]

I can't hold it in, and--

- When was this?

- Six. I was about six.
- [gasps]

Oh, my days.
- Who are you?

- Would you like
a cup of tea, Billy?

- I only did it so he'd know!

I only did that...
- Billy.

- So that you would know.
- Billy.

- Just forget--forget this.
Forget this.

You have to.
- Billy.

- You have to.

- [breathing heavily]

- You all right?
- I'm fine.

Are you all right?

- I want to get paid
for the whole day,

but I'm not coming back.

- Okay.

- Do you think he was suffering
with psychosis or--

- He's definitely ill,

but it doesn't mean
he's not telling the truth.

The pink blanket,
the girl wetting herself,

it's all very specific.

I believe him.

That could be a five.

- Maybe an eight?

I didn't know
people still did this.

- Uh-huh, it's a classic.

- I left my phone filming,

so I should have
some good images of him.

And should we maybe call
round psychiatric hospitals?

- Their job will be
a lot easier

if we can give them
a definite address.

Charlemont Road.

- Should we maybe go there?

- Can't hurt, can it?

Let's just see where this goes.

[investigative music]

♪ ♪

Check 218.

♪ ♪

[knocking]

♪ ♪

[card scraping, lock clicking]

♪ ♪

- There's one toothbrush
in the bathroom.

There's one bed made up.

There's lots of books
on class warfare,

and in the wardrobe,
there's a banner

with the word "CORE"
written on it

and some porn.

- Horse.

Skirting board.

- Oh.

- Hair on the sleeping bag's

the same length and color
as Billy's.

If he has been staying here,

I don't think
it's his permanent home.

The good news is, it's Tuesday.

- What happens on Tuesday?

- Tuesdays are when
whoever lives here

changes the world.

We've got a few hours to kill.

We could show the photos
of Billy to the local shops.

- Actually, I've got somewhere
I should be.

- Okay.

- Oh, I could probably stay
for a bit, though.

- No, it's--
I'll cover it.

- Okay.

[siren wailing]

[camera shutter clicking]

[camera shutter clicking]

- Community-Organized
Resistance.

It means taking back
what is ours.

[applause]

There's ghost towers
all over London,

empty flats
as an off-shore investment.

Call it the West Bank strategy.

You build an illegal settlement

and then cry "racism"
at the protestors.

Now, over there,
they enforce it with the IDF.

Here, they use property law.

But it's all the same thing.

The people's land gets stolen
out from under them.

[cheers and applause]

Those of you
that don't know me,

my name's Jimmy Knight.

Come say hello.
Get involved.

[cheers and applause]

Cheers.

- Here you go, madam.

- [speaking Polish]

- [speaking Polish]
- Only a bit.

Mate, you need to stop
calling people "madam."

It's deferential.

- Sorry,
I didn't understand all.

- Well, only speaking English
is classic imperialism.

Just 'cause someone's English

and it's not
your first language

doesn't mean
they're better than you.

- What speaking
three languages shows is,

you went to a very posh school.

- Oh, fuck off.

And I'm not taking
lectures on posh

when you've got me
cleaning toilets

and scrubbing sinks.

- That's hardly a job.

- So feminism is what now,
a minor aspect of communism?

- No, what's absurd is saying

Afghanistan was
W's women's lib project.

I'm not sure even feminism
justified an illegal war.

- I was there,
in the army.

The whole war was about
equal pay and paternity leave.

- Who are you?

- My name's Cormoran.

Any of you know Billy?

- Why?

- He gave me one of these,
encouraged me to come along.

I liked him.
I thought I might run into him.

- Where'd you see him?

- Is he a friend of yours?

- He's his brother.

- Has anyone got a phone number
for him?

Email?

I'd like to know he's okay.

- There's no need.
I look after him.

- That's not really
what I asked.

- Yeah, I heard
what you asked.

- Another time, then, comrades.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- All I could do
is try not to pass out.

I need to be better than that.

My job depends on me
being better than that,

and I don't think
this is helping.

No, the behavioral therapy
was useful,

and getting a bike

instead of taking the tube,
that was good,

but this part, I just--

- Last week, you talked about
Matthew blocking your phone

and how you chose
to still go on the honeymoon.

Perhaps we could explore that
a little further.

[waves crashing]

- [sighs]

- Ah.

The water's amazing.
It's like a bath.

You can't go in at all?

- You know I can't.

- That's a shame.

Suppose it's the price you pay.

- For what?

- For working for him.

- What, for--for catching
a murderer?

For putting a child abuser
in prison?

What exactly do you mean, Matt?

What, it's the price I pay
for being happy?

- And are you?

- With work, I am, yeah.

- What do you mean by that?

- I mean you know
I love my job,

or I thought you did.

- I lit--I can't say anything,
can I?

- Every time
I come out of here,

I go home feeling wrung out.

And then my husband does
the same thing, pushing me,

and my mum on the phone, and--

[sighs]

The only person who isn't at me
all the time...

[somber music]

Is my work partner.

- Mr. Strike.

- Yeah.

- But have you told him
about the acute anxiety

you're experiencing,

the panic attacks?

- [exhales heavily]

I've moved
to a new place now,

so that'll help.

New start, new memories.

This is going to be
my last one.

- Mr. Strike.

Could I have a word?

Why does nobody in your office
pick up the phone?

I called twice this morning,
well within office hours.

- We've been
a bit short-staffed.

Sorry, who are you?

- Don't play games.

I'm Jasper Chiswell,
as you very well know.

- The minister?

- But I'm not gonna yammer
in the street.

Get in.

- Can I ask--
- We'll talk at my club.

Sturges, call ahead

and have them find a jacket
for my guest.

A large one.

So...

do you work like a solicitor?

As in, you can't ever be hired
by both sides of the dispute.

- My clients trust me.
My reputation depends on that.

- I have to say,
I looked you up yesterday

and I thought, "Christ,

"here's one who actually looks

like he could do a number
on somebody."

- Thanks?

- And nobody's ever
approached you concerning me,

in any capacity?

- No.

Was there maybe a job
you'd like to discuss?

- Follow me.

[clears throat]

- Could I have
some mustard?

- Yes, of course, sir.

Any for you, sir?

- No, my taste buds are shot.

It'd just make things
look yellow.

[chuckles]

- Couple more potatoes
wouldn't hurt.

- I'm being blackmailed
by two men.

I haven't paid them
anything yet.

I assumed it would
only encourage them.

- That's often how it goes.

Have you gone to the police?

- No, and I shan't
be doing that.

Only takes one bent copper
to flog it to a newspaper.

And besides,

one of the men is intent
on destroying me.

I doubt he'd be deterred.

- What are they
blackmailing you over?

- My conscience is clear.

That's all you need to know
about that.

I thought it'd be fine, but...

Apparently,
now there are pictures.

And once they get hold
of those...

I need something I can use
against them.

The threat of an eye
for an eye, do you see,

so that everybody
has something to lose.

- So who are the two men?

- Geraint Winn.

He runs the office
for his wife, Della, the MP.

- She's blind, isn't she?

She's done some work
with veterans.

- Never bloody shuts up
about it.

Listening to her,
you'd think that playing a game

with a full set of limbs
is a kind of cheating.

The other man's
a very different fish.

He's hard left,

one of those people
who's against everything.

His name's Jimmy Knight.

- Minister, can I ask you
how you know

I've been looking
for Billy Knight,

his brother?

- Billy?

I shan't go into any of that.

Your assignment
is to protect me.

You don't need to know
my business.

- Well, in that case,
thank you for the lunch.

I wish you the very best
of luck with it all.

- No, you can't just leave me
with this thing.

Sit.

Will you please sit?

I've got a policeman
watching Jimmy Knight.

I said that he'd threatened
to disrupt Wimbledon,

so they kept an eye on him.

He identified you
at Knight's house.

If you take the job,
I can let that man go.

I'd be glad to do that.
He's a waste of public funds.

I'll pay whatever it takes.

Just begin, would you?
I need haste.

No phone calls.
No emails.

I know what we're capable of
in that regard.

We'll discuss things in person.

Are you hired?

So you stayed in the army
after you lost your leg?

- I was SIB.
- Yes, I know.

You investigated
my son's death.

I remember you from the report.

You've an unusual name.

Freddie went
into my old regiment.

Well, it was
the Queen's Royal Hussars

by the time he joined.

He had so much promise.

He'd be running
the family estate by now.

We made him a coffin
from one of our oaks,

cut from the woods
where he used to play.

- I'm very sorry.

He was your eldest child,
wasn't he?

- Yes, eldest of four.

I've got two girls,
and then there's...

the other boy,

Raphael.

He's had problems
all his bloody life,

can't stick with anything.

My friend here, Drummond,
has given him a chance,

but he'll squander it.

My wife thinks
he's a lost cause.

- Jasper.
Hello.

- I'll be with you
in a moment, Henry.

- Of course.

- You really
never knew Freddie?

That's a shame.

He was one hell of a boy.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Cormoran, that's amazing,

a government minister
for a client.

We might even be able to afford
a new lock for the door.

You know who his son is,
don't you?

- Yeah, I did the investigation
into Freddie's death.

He was a shit.

Never had so many people ask me

if an officer had been killed
by his own men.

- [chuckles]

No, I actually meant
the younger one, Raphael.

- Chiswell mentioned he's had
trouble settling down.

- [scoffs]
That's one way of putting it.

He got high
and ran over a young mother,

killed her.

He got a really light sentence.

- I expect his dad helped
with that.

- Mm-hmm.

- I'm not sure
how we'll cover all this.

Chiswell job needs
two people undercover.

Dodgy Doc is a full-time job
as well.

- Couldn't we put Emerson--
- I fired him.

He was rubbish.

- Oh.

- It's all right, though.
I know a few ex-squaddies.

The other thing is,

the Chiswell job's gonna
require the operative

to do something
that I'm not sure you--

- Anything you'd do, I'd do.

- Hear me out
before you decide that.

You'd be posing
as the minister's goddaughter

doing an internship.

And under that cover,

you'd bug the office
of one of the blackmailers,

Geraint Winn.

- What's the legal situation?

- It's a gray area.

The minister would get
the bugs in using his red box.

That's never searched.

You don't wanna get caught
placing them.

I'd do it, but my face
has been in the papers.

Not sure I'd make a convincing
goddaughter either.

- I'll do it.
I'm in.

- Okay.

- Are you gonna cover
Dodgy Doc?

- Yeah, but I'm mainly gonna be
looking for Billy.

Pretty sure Chiswell knows
who Billy is.

I could see it on his face.

Didn't ask him
about the strangled girl.

We'll tread carefully
on this one.

- [grunting]

Are they gonna find me?

- They won't, not here.

Just do what I tell you
and then I'll look after you.

All right?

Do it.

♪ ♪

[doorbell rings]

- What is it?
- Delivery for your husband.

I'm afraid he has to sign
for it.

- Jasper!

Work.

[door squeaks]

- If my partner gets caught
planting these,

she'll deny you had anything
to do with it.

You can say she fooled you,

claiming to be
an old friend's daughter.

- Yes.

- Of course,
if she does get caught,

I'd hope you'd do
everything in your power

to make the problem go away.

- The girl's competent,
isn't she?

- Extremely.

- Shouldn't be an issue, then,
should it?

Good night.

[solemn music]

♪ ♪

- Boo!
- Fuck.

- Oh, what have you done?

- It's for work.

- Thank God for that,

'cause it knocks you down
to a B-plus.

- [scoffs]
- Hey, I'm kidding!

Listen, that's a compliment.

It means you're normally
way up there.

- [laughs]

- You're an A-plus, Rob.

You always have been.

- [sighs]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[metal detector buzzes]

♪ ♪

- Thank you.
- Great. Thank you, sir.

[breathes deeply]

♪ ♪

Hello.

Hello.
I'm Venetia Hall.

- Oh, I like
the choice of name.

It's very pretty.

- Thank you.
- I'm Izzy.

♪ ♪

- This is a bit...incredible.

- I know.

It's the heart of the capital--

along with Selfridges.

[both laugh]

We do have a lot of mice,
so it's not all glamour.

Quite a few rats.

Far too many Labor MPs.
Can't seem to get rid of them.

- [chuckles]

- Actually,
some of them are lovely.

I know it's a bit tragic,

40 and still working
for your father, but...

Anyway, here we are,

our humble parliamentary abode.

Oh, Papa left some things
on your desk for you.

You're expecting them, no?

Della and Geraint's office
is just a few doors down.

Okay?

You can sit there.

- Thank you.

- You're very calm, I must say.

Cool as
the proverbial concombre.

- [exhales heavily]

- Here he is.
- Afternoon, Barclay.

Pint?
- Can't hurt, can it?

- Pair of the usual,
please, Steve.

Still smoking?

- I'm vaping it now.

Me and the wife had a baby,
so...health kick.

So if you're looking to score,
sorry, but I'm not your man.

- I was gonna offer you a job.

- Doing detective stuff?
- Mm.

- I'm not vaping every night.

I could knock it on the head
if I had to.

- I'll start you
on 30 hours a week.

You'll bill me as a freelancer.

- What's the gig?

- That's Jimmy Knight.

He leads a housing activist
group called CORE.

Need you to get in with him.

You'll have to admit
to being ex-army.

You look like a squaddie.

- No, no problem.

I'll be the poor wee lad
who never knew

what he was
getting himself into.

They love that shite.

Let them patronize me.

- Say you've been drifting
since you left the army

and you're looking
for a new cause.

- Well, it shouldn't be
too hard

to convince them there.

So you gonna tell me
what he's done, then?

- Nope.
You're gonna tell me that.

Another thing, he's got
a brother called Billy.

If Billy turns up,
drop everything and call me,

and stay with him
until I get there.

- Is that what you've been
paid to do, then,

find Billy Knight?

- Can you start today?

- [scoffs]

I mean, it's just been ghastly
for Papa these last few months.

He's under so much strain.

I mean, well, we all are.

- Oh.
- Oh.

Thanks.

Raff's been helping out a bit
when he's not at the gallery

chasing Henry's assistants,
which is not

what his art history degree
was meant for,

but there we are.

Anyway, I'm thrilled
you're here.

You'll sort things out,
won't you?

- We'll do our best.

- Oh, I have to tell you,

I had a total crush on Cormoran
when we were younger.

- [gasps]

I didn't know you knew him.
- Mm.

Met him at Oxford
when he was dating Charlie.

He was just so...unapologetic?

He obviously never gave a toss
what people thought.

- Thought about what?

- Well, him and Charlotte.

I mean,
she could've had anyone.

But he acted like he was
definitely good enough for her.

It was very sexy.

- What can you tell me
about Geraint Winn?

- Horrible little man.

Him and Della have always
been off with us.

I think they're bitter.

See, we were a big family,
and...

well, their only child died.

- She committed suicide,
didn't she?

I read about that.

- Must have been awful
for them.

But it does a tiny bit
make you wonder

how they were as parents.

- I should go
and introduce myself.

- Mm.

- [exhales heavily]

[knock at door]
- Come.

- Hello.
So sorry to interrupt.

I have no idea
how to use the phone system.

I really wanted
to introduce myself.

Is that okay?

- Yes, of course, but--

- So I've got
an internship here,

but I also was thinking,
maybe I want a career

in the third sector
charity world,

and everyone said,

"You have to talk
to Geraint Winn,

"because he does both
really brilliantly,

running her office
and their charity,"

and I thought, "Get over it.

Just chuck yourself
in there, Vee."

Is that totally awful?

- [chuckles]

Well, charity and politics,
it's a juggle.

I won't lie.

Aamir, look after our guest.

- Cup of tea?
- Lovely.

Would you mind awfully if I had
Earl Grey with soy milk?

- I'm not sure
they're gonna have that.

- He'll track some down.

So what was your name?

- Venetia.

A bit like the blinds.

Oh, God. Shit. I'm so sorry.
- Why?

- Well, 'cause of Della
being blind.

- [laughs]

Oh, we've got tougher skins
than that.

- Would you mind
if I charged my phone?

It's about to die.

I'll be in trouble
if they can't reach me.

- Go for your life.

- Thank you.

[chuckles]
Thank you.

Hmm.

- Need a hand?

- No. No.

I'm just--it's just a bit--

you know, I think
I've bent my charger.

[chuckles]
- Ooh.

- Anyway, thanks, though.
Thank you.

- No, wait, wait.
Come here. Come here.

Come and take a seat

and let me show you
what we've just done.

- Hmm.

- Our new campaign video.
- Thank you.

- Just play this.

All right, here we go.
- Mm.

- Most sports
test the human body.

- So this is
who we are, Venetia.

- But the ways in which
Marcus has been tested

make his achievements
all the more remarkable.

- Five months
after my accident,

I took up boxing...

- Lovely chap.

[claustrophobic music]

Ah.
[impacts echoing]

Oh.

- [whimpers]

[high-pitched ringing]

- Yes.

[impacts echoing]

Yes.

[impacts echoing]

♪ ♪

Yes.
Works from the heart.

♪ ♪

Oh?

[muffled dialogue]

So what do you think?
- [gasps]

I-I-I have somewhere
I need to be.

So sorry.
Thank you.

- What about your tea?
- Thank you so much.

[dramatic tone]
[gasps]

- Oh.
It's okay.

- [breathing heavily]
- Sor--

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Are you--

- [breathing heavily]

♪ ♪

- Are you all right, dear?

- [breathing heavily]

Asthma.

- You got an inhaler?

- I'll be fine.

I just need a second.

[breathing deeply]
- You take your time.

♪ ♪

- Women don't just take off
and run like that

for no bloody reason!

- Can you please
just stop shouting?

- I'm not a fool
and I won't be taken for one!

- She just freaked out.
I barely even said hello.

- I mean, can't you do
something useful

with your pathetic little life,
hmm?

What did he do to you?
- Sorry?

- I saw you
belt out of the room.

Did he make a pass?
- Dad, I--

- Be quiet, boy.
- Oh, no.

I had no idea he was in here.

I got a shock,
and then I needed the loo.

He didn't do anything.

- First time for everything,
I suppose.

- What are you doing here,
anyway?

You're not due
for another hour.

- I thought you valued
punctuality.

- Being early is not punctual.

Being on time is punctual.

Give him something to do,
will you?

- And who are you?
- [clears throat]

- Venetia...Hall.

I'm interning.
- Are you?

- She's my goddaughter,
Robert's girl.

Before your time.

- [chuckles]

- These wheelchair
athlete chaps,

Miller wants to know,
do we have a ramp

on every bloody staircase?

- Not on the main flight, no.

No, if you went down that
in a wheelchair,

you'd take off.

Be like a ski ramp.
But there is a lift.

- Well, so long as we don't
have civil servants

giving them a piggyback.

Kinvara, come on.
Jump to it.

[raps on desk]

- I hope you learn a lot.

[door clicks shut]

- So this is Raffy.

- I'm so sorry.
I completely overreacted.

- No, it's okay.

For the record,
not a sex offender.

- No.
[chuckles]

- Although I have been
an offender.

- You don't have to.
- No, I prefer people know it.

I messed up.

I knocked someone down
when I was high.

I did that, and I have to hope
that people believe

in the possibility
of redemption.

- I think everyone
makes mistakes.

- Thank you.

That's very nice of you.

Anyway, what's your story?
It's Venetia, isn't it?

- Some people call me Vee,

but I've never
really liked that.

- In our family,
that would see you called Vee

for the rest of your life.

We're merciless.

- Come to supper this week.

- That'd be a joy.

Maybe we could invite Vee
to join us.

- Hmm.
Maybe.

Off you go, then.

Take these to the Ministry.

[door squeaks]

I'm so sorry.
- [laughs]

- It's like he can't
speak words without flirting.

Italian mother.

Not to be racist.

But I honestly think
it's a factor.

[investigative music]

♪ ♪

- The company directors
were Jasper Chiswell

and Jack Knight.

Nature of the business
is listed as general exporting.

Do you have any more detail,

or is it just
what's on the website?

[crunching]

Yeah, two brothers,
Jimmy and Billy Knight.

I doubt they'd have
been there together.

There's a big age gap.

♪ ♪

Do you happen to have
their old address?

♪ ♪

- Wear the gray one.

- I think
it makes me look pale.

- I like you pale.

- All right,
I'll wear the gray one.

[Gotye's "Somebody
That I Used to Know"]

[lively chatter]

- Seriously?
[laughter]

[doorbell rings]

♪ ♪

- You look nice, Sarah.

- Do you mean the earrings?

Engagement present.
A bit OTT.

- I'm gonna be a kept bloke.

Sarah's about to auction
a Constable.

- Stubbs.

Should go for at least 20 mil
if the market holds.

- Cheese?

- All right, Corm, mate.

Come on in.
Welcome to the new gaff.

- Thanks.
This is Lorelei.

Lorelei, Matthew.
- Hi.

Gorgeous road.

♪ ♪

- Cheese?

♪ ♪

- ♪ You can get addicted
to a certain kind of sadness ♪

- What have we here, then?

- Chorizo and Manchego?

- Classic double act.
Guys, dig in.

Thank you, darling.

- So nice to finally meet you.

[indistinct chatter]

Cheese?

- Yes, please.
Thank you.

- [speaking unintelligibly]
- [laughs]

- Hi.
Hi, Lorelei.

- Oh, hi.
- I've heard so much about you.

- Oh, I'm confident

he doesn't actually talk
about either of us.

[both laugh]

- Got you a bottle of wine
and a present.

- Thank you.

- It's a nice house.
You pleased?

- Any luck with Billy?

- I didn't find him,

but I found out
where he grew up.

Their dad had
a worker's cottage

on the Chiswell family estate.

- Oh, so the cottage
with the dell and the girl...

- Yeah.

Jack Knight ran
an export business

with Jasper Chiswell.

I'm gonna go up there tomorrow,
see what I can find.

- Right.
I'll drive.

- What about House of Commons?

- Equipment's all in place.

- Okay.

- Manchego!
Robin!

We've got the need.

The need for cheese.

- [laughs]

Well, I better
take these round.

- And we should meet
your friends.

- Oh, no, they're not my--

I mean, they're mostly
Matt's colleagues from work.

- Do you want us
not to talk to them?

- No. No, no.

I mean...enjoy yourself.

♪ ♪

- ♪ No, you didn't
have to stoop so low ♪

♪ Have your friends collect
your records ♪

♪ And then change
your number ♪

♪ I guess that I don't need
that, though ♪

♪ Now you're just somebody
that I used to know ♪

♪ Somebody ♪

[waves crashing]

- [sighs]

[solemn music]

♪ ♪

[line ringing]

♪ ♪

Hi, Cormoran.

I made a mistake.

I think I want--
- Oh, sorry.

This isn't Cormoran.

I can wake him up
if it's urgent.

Hello?

♪ ♪

- Matt, are you awake?

- Mm.

♪ ♪

- This has got nothing to do
with anyone else.

But I've been
going over it all, and I--

I can't...

♪ ♪

I think we need to go back.

I wanna tell our parents
that we're separating.

- Mum?

Mum!
- Matt?

- [breathing heavily]

- Matt?

- I don't feel well.

[grunting]
- Oh, God.

♪ ♪

Hi, we need to send
for a doctor,

and tell them
to bring antibiotics.

It's urgent.

Yes. Okay, thank you.
Thank you.

- [breathing shakily]

♪ ♪

Oh, God.

- Please don't leave me.

[breathing heavily]

- I won't.

I won't.

♪ ♪

And she bakes.

- Did you have
an all right night?

- You can make it up to me now.

♪ ♪

- I've got to get
through today.

- Yes.

I know.

- [clears throat softly]

I'll call you...
soon as I can.

♪ ♪

[line rings]

- Your call has been
forwarded--

♪ ♪

- [sighs]

♪ ♪

[line ringing]

[breathes deeply]

- Hello?

- Hello.
Can I speak to Robin, please?

- She's on her honeymoon.

- She went?

- Of course she went.

You weren't expecting her
to work, were you?

- Sorry.
I got my dates wrong.

Don't tell her I called.

[upbeat rock music playing]

- ♪ At the end of the day ♪

♪ You're all that I need ♪

♪ You came into my life ♪

♪ I fall on my knees ♪

♪ Before you ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Before you ♪

♪ Before you ♪

[music fades out]
♪ Before you ♪

- I thought
Lorelei seemed lovely.

- Jack Knight's
business address

is part of the Chiswell estate.

Billy more or less
grew up here.

- What did the business do?

- Can't find anything
about that.

Got an address for deliveries
to his workshop,

and that's it.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Look.
Up there.

♪ ♪

- You got the bit with Billy
talking about the eye?

- Yeah.

♪ ♪

- He put her on--on the eye...

[breathing heavily]

And he choked her.

- A girl was strangled here

and a six-year-old boy
witnesses it.

Were they brought here
specifically?

Was it some sort of ritual?

- Hmm.

- The girl I saw killed,

she's in the dell
behind my dad's cottage.

He helped them bury her there.

They buried her
in a pink blanket.

They didn't know I seen 'em,
but I did, and...

They buried her.

- When Billy says
"helped them,"

could he mean
the Chiswell family?

Do we know
who we're working for?

- The Chiswell estate's
that way.

- Track's overgrown.

- Probably hasn't been used
since he died.

♪ ♪

What we want is old paperwork,

anything with an address
for the cottage.

♪ ♪

- Cormoran?

Cormoran, round here.

♪ ♪

[grunting]

Maybe they made furniture.

- Billy's been carving those
for a long time.

- There's a cottage
marked here.

It's on the Chiswell estate.

♪ ♪

- "Buried her
behind the cottage."

That's gotta be it.

♪ ♪

What do you think?

♪ ♪

- This must be the dell.

♪ ♪

- [grunts]
- Oh.

- Fucking leg!
- You all right?

- Can't fucking feel it
when it catches something.

[both grunting]

- [sighs]

Let me go.
- Yeah?

- Yeah, yeah.
Yeah.

Yeah, I'll be fine.

[exhales sharply]

♪ ♪

[grunting]

- Robin!

- [grunts]

- You okay?

- [grunts]

Yeah, I'm fine.

I'm fine.

[breathing heavily]

[grunts]

♪ ♪

- I can see it.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- [grunts]

♪ ♪

[grunts]

♪ ♪

Cormoran.

♪ ♪

I can see bones.

♪ ♪

[engine revs]