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♪ 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 blued

♪ Don't think about it

♪ Never doubt it

♪ I'll walk beside you. ♪

PHONE: You have one
saved message...

PHONE BEEPS

..received yesterday at 10.14.

I'm not really
calling for anything.

I just hope you're
doing OK down there.

Maybe speak later?

Sorry...

I'm sorry.

I recognised you
from the papers.

You're the detective.
No problem.

You're probably off
duty, aren't you?

I've been watching that seal, but
not in a professional capacity.

I can see you're probably on
holiday, and I don't want to intr...

Anna! ..but could I...?
You said you wouldn't.

I know, I couldn't help
it. I came out of the loo

and you'd just vanished. I
just think I have to try. Oh.

Can I ask what this is about?

I have a case. Oh...

I don't know if you'd even call
it that, but I'd give anything

if you could spare ten
minutes just to hear me out.

All right.

Uh...

It's... it's about a woman who
went missing a long time ago.

In 1974.

Her name was Margot Bamborough.

On the night she went missing

she was meant to be meeting
her friend in the pub,

but she stayed on
to see a patient.

They didn't leave any
details. That's OK.

I'm going to be so
late for Oonagh.

It's horrible out there. Hmm.

Good night, then.

Night, Dr Bamborough.

It should have been a quick
five-minute walk between the surgery

and the pub.

But she was never seen again.

Margot Bamborough was my mother.

I didn't find out about her
until I was eight years old.

Are you Anna Phipps?

Yes. Is that picture
for your mum?

Yes.

Which one is she?

The one in the brown coat.

That's not your mum.

Your real mum was a
doctor called Margot.

She got her head cut off.

Darling, what's wrong?

That's not true.

Wait here.

How dare you say
that to my child!

BOY GASPS

After that, my entire
world fell apart.

When I asked my
dad about my mum,

he said that no-one knew
what had happened to her.

He said he'd done what
he thought was best.

That I had Cynthia for a
mother, and Cynthia loved me,

and that ought to be enough.

Pretty soon, everyone who
knew my mum will be dead,

and then I'll never know
what happened to her.

The police admit they messed up
the case, but they won't reopen it.

I have money.

Well, I know it's
probably hopeless,

but I just feel I
have to try something.

Will you help me?

Please.

HE SIGHS

PHONE RINGS

Hiya. How's Shifty?

Oh, they've been in
there for two whole days.

I've not managed a photo.

Why are the jobs that pay
well always so boring?

I've taken on a
missing person case.

Missing since 1974.

I'm going to see the client
again in Falmouth tomorrow.

I'll drive down.

It's a long way. I don't mind.
I'm already in the Landy.

If I set off now, I could be
in Cornwall by... next month?

Next year, if I get a puncture.

Text me the address.
I'll see you tomorrow.

Yeah.

How's Joan doing?

Results back today.

OK. Let me know.

Yeah. I'll text you
the address. Bye.

What do you think?

We have to see what
the doctors say.

Go from there.

DOOR CLOSES

Lucy had a look on the internet.

She says they can treat
almost anything now.

I can do that.

I like doing it.
Come on, Joanie.

You sit down now. I
don't need to sit down!

Well, what they say?

It's all quite
straightforward, really.

I have to take some drugs

and then there might
be an operation...

..and then that'll be it.

I wish you'd let me come
to these things, Joanie.

Don't be silly. There's no need.

Which drugs are they using?

It's all written down.

That's good.

I'll take a look
at the notes. Oh...

In your bag? Oh...

You finished the potatoes!

This pie looks good, Ted.

Ah. Thanks.

When's Lucy getting here?

About an hour.

We need to get these potatoes
on. Them boys will be hungry.

What are you working on? Or
are you sworn to secrecy?

No, I've got a
meeting in Falmouth.

From the address I got
the Land Registry deeds,

which list the owners. One
of them is Anna Phipps.

If you run a search on her, it turns
out her mum went missing in 1974.

This is the main suspect.

MEDIA: Dennis Creed,
seven known victims.

He strikes up a conversation,
offers them a drink,

but the drink is drugged.

When they wake up, they discover
they're in Creed's basement...

Wait.

I think that's Ollie
Boreman doing the narration.

He was... He was Lear to my
Edmund in Birmingham. Oh.

MEDIA: Walking in there,
you could smell it.

He hadn't hidden things.

We found parts of his
victims in the sink,

in the bath, in the fridge.

It's the worst crime
scene I've ever visited.

Hands down.

Seven victims identified,

but the police fear there were
others who were never found.

October 1974. Dr Margot Bamborough
leaves work to meet her friend

for a drink.

A witness sees a struggle
between two people,

but nobody intervenes.

A van speeds from the scene.

All the hallmarks
of Dennis Creed.

But the Demon of Paradise
Park offers no answers.

He guards his secrets, and
feeds off the pain he creates

with his silence.

PEOPLE SHOUT

You're investigating
a serial killer?

Well, no-one proved Dennis
Creed killed Margot Bamborough.

Technically, she's
still a missing person.

You got all that from an
address in Cornwall? Mmm.

I had a boyfriend in the late '90s
who I would love to track down.

Well, I better get packing.
I've got an early start.

Thanks. Night.

PHONE RINGS

SHE SIGHS

Hi. It's Matt.

Can you hear me?

Aren't we meant to be
communicating through lawyers?

I'm just save you
time... and money.

I'm not happy with the
settlement agreement.

So tell that to your lawyer.

Yeah, we can do it that
way. So long as you realise

I can outspend you in legal
fees four times... Dickhead.

I can't run you round
to Falmouth, can I?

I like taking the ferry.
Reminds me of when we were kids.

Wooden death-trap!

You'll figure this
out, won't you?

You're good at that.

Ready? See you in a bit.

Yeah.

One for the road?

Please don't become an alcoholic
on top of everything else.

I can't bear it.

I've spoken to Mum twice
a week for 20 years.

She's not our mother.

Leda gave birth to me and
she did bugger all else.

Joan and Ted actually wanted us.

This is the only place
I've ever called home.

Well, you live in south London.
God, will you knock it off?

You keep forgetting
- I bloody know you.

Running around looking
for puzzles to solve,

anything to avoid a
real conversation.

Maybe it isn't the same.

I chose Joan, and
you chose Leda.

At least I ended
up with someone.

Leda didn't love
anyone except herself.

Joan thinks you
should marry Robin.

Stop it.

Give me one good reason why not.

I'd fuck it up.

I'd lose a friend as well
as a business partner.

That's two reasons.

There's a longer list.

I'll see you in a few weeks.

Stick?

I love you.

HE SIGHS

MEDIA: A staff Christmas party

filmed ten months
before she disappeared.

This is the last known footage
of Dr Margot Bamborough.

Detective Inspector Bill
Talbot led the investigation

into her disappearance.

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

Her husband, Dr Roy
Phipps, is not a suspect.

This has been and continues
to be a very difficult time

for Dr Phipps's family.

Their daughter
Anna would grow up

never knowing what had
happened to her mother.

HE SIGHS

Cormoran has got his ties here now.
Yeah, but he's not from here, is he?

I'm talking about
what's best for them.

Look, I know you love
them, but so do we.

And we can actually
be here for them.

And that's the difference.

Oh, but you'll be
back in a month.

Stop telling me what I'll do.

I said, I'll probably be back.

You can't be that
way with children.

Children need certainty.

They're my kids, Joan!

I just love him, Corm.

I need a few days to see
if we can make it. OK?

FERRY HORN BLOWS

So how's Joan?

It is what it is.

I've got biscuits.
Thanks. I'm not hungry.

Shall I talk you
through the case? Yeah.

Here she is.

Mum's the tall one, and
that's her friend Oonagh.

Dad probably cleared
out her office

and shoved everything
into the attic.

He doesn't know I have all this.

I'm sorry if it's all junk,

but it's the only thing
I have to offer you.

Please don't approach Dad.

He's very frail now, and things
between us are still difficult.

I don't want him to
know we're doing this.

Has anyone investigated
before, other than the police?

Well, I tried.

There was a book written by
a man called Carl Oakden.

He was the son of someone
who worked with Mum.

Maybe I shouldn't have
read it, but I did.

It implied Mum was having an
affair with her ex-boyfriend.

I found I just couldn't
get that out of my head.

The good thing about the book
was that there were lots of names

of people who knew Mum.

So I started calling them.

I'd accepted that she was
almost certainly dead, but...

..I still wanted to know her.

And did you find
out anything new?

I was sent a locket in the post,

anonymously,

with a note attached saying,
"I want you to have this."

I showed it to Dad.
He went totally white.

Mum was wearing her locket
the night she vanished.

The detective who ran
the case confirmed that.

This one?

And do you think your mum
might have sent it to you?

Oh, I don't know.

No, probably not.

I...

Dad said it wasn't
even the same locket.

It just looked similar.

And then he said that I'd
encouraged the hoaxers to have

another crack at us,
and if I carried on,

then he'd cut me
out of his life.

So I stopped.

Who's the detective
you spoke to?

Inspector Simon Layborn.

His son George is on the
force. He's a mate of ours.

What happened to the locket?

Dad threw it away.

You have to understand
this is a very cold case.

The odds are we
won't find answers,

and it will cost a
lot getting there.

I'd suggest you set a
limit on the budget.

That's a good idea.

We'll discuss it and
we'll get back to you.

Here's my details.

Psychologist.

Everyone wants to tell
me about their mothers.

I suppose that makes
you my competition now.

It would help if we had a list
of people you are happy for us

to talk to.

We could start with the
ones you've contacted.

So what do you think?

Margot's friend Oonagh has
an 0-1-9-6-2 area code.

That's Winchester. We can
drop in on our way back.

How'd you remember that?

Charlotte.

PHONE: You've reached Detective
Inspector George Layborn.

Please leave a message.

George, it's Cormoran Strike.

I think your old man worked
on a case we're looking at.

Give me a call when you can.

Hopefully the Met will have
done most of the work already.

They didn't find her, though.

Hi! Oonagh. Hello there.

Sorry it's such short
notice. Don't be sorry.

I've waited years
for this. Come on in.

I'm surprised Roy
didn't hire someone.

Lord knows he has the money.

SHE LAUGHS SOFTLY

Is it Anna that's paying?

Yes. Ah. God bless that girl.

What she's gone through... Oh.

You know, I'll be crying my eyes out
when I start talking about Margot.

But don't let that
be stopping you.

Oh, that was the night
cleaners going on strike.

All those girls had terrible pay

and it was dangerous too,
walking home on your own.

How was Margot involved?

Oh, anything to do with
women's pay or conditions,

she put her neck out.

OONAGH CHUCKLES

We grew up poor.

Sometimes a pound in your pocket

was better than all the
fancy academic theories.

Oh, she read those too, though.

Yes, she did.

She was clever.

OONAGH SNIFFS

I told you.

Go ahead, darling.
Ask your questions.

Maybe you could begin by telling
us how you got to know Margot.

OK.

Um...

We... We met in 1966

when we started to
work at the club.

Stop biting your nails.
Sorry. I get nervous.

Men come here to relax.

You are charming.

Attentive.

Relaxed.

Drinks - table six.

Did you see?

Gazelles, not hippos.

Small talk, Margot.

Difficult week, darlin'?

How's about some liver
damage to finish you off?

That's a demerit. Oh, come
on. I was only joking.

Please...

I'm sorry.

You'll earn it back in
tips, which will happen,

providing you keep that
tongue of yours in check.

No tongues?

Understood.

Dolly, you're next.

OONAGH CHUCKLES

Middle-class girls
can burn their bras

and stop shaving their legs.

Girls like us did
what we had to do.

There was nowhere in London
that paid the way that club did.

Paid better than
our daddies earned.

And she was studying
all the time as well.

Distal, middle, proximal

and then the metacarpals,

and the fractured descriptors

are head, shaft and base.

She lived on sugar.

She did.

And she never put
on an ounce either.

Perfect.

MUSIC: Louie Louie
by The Kingsmen

♪ Louie, Louie

♪ Oh, no, you take me
where ya gotta go... ♪

The men loved her.

♪ Louie, Louie

♪ Oh, baby, take me
where ya gotta go... ♪

We couldn't date
them, though. No.

They sent detectives in to make
sure we were behaving ourselves.

If we gave out our phone
number, oh, that was it.

♪ Me never think
I'll make it home

♪ Louie, Louie No, no, no... ♪

But Margot wasn't
interested anyway.

Leastways not till she
met Paul Satchwell.

♪ Oh, baby... ♪

He was an artist.

♪ Three nights and
days I sailed the sea

♪ Me think of girl constantly

♪ On that ship

♪ I dream she there

♪ I smell the rose in her hair

♪ Louie, Louie

♪ Oh, no, take me
where ya gotta go

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

♪ Louie, Louie

♪ Oh, baby, take me
where ya gotta go

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah... ♪

She lost her head over him.

MUSIC FADES

He was her first great love.

Come on, there's something
I want to show you.

I bought it at his exhibition.

It's the only painting
I ever bought.

I was afraid that someone might
see it and tell her parents.

For a long time, I
put it away but...

..seeing that it was
Satchwell that made it, but...

..that fades, you know?

Now I see Margot, and I'm
just glad that I have it.

What didn't you like
about Satchwell?

I think he killed her.

She caught him
cheating once and...

Heartbroken.

And then she got worried because
she'd let him take pictures of her.

Imagine if they'd shown
up in some dirty magazine!

Her mammy's brilliant girl
doing things like that.

You can't come here
whenever you fucking want.

I want the negatives! They are not
your negatives! But it's my body.

It's my art! Give
them back! Now!

I'm not sure you can
afford my work. Margot...

If you ever show those
pictures to anyone,

if they ever show up
in print... Margot!

..I'll go to the police and
tell them all about you.

Open the door now, or
I'm calling the police.

Open it!

MARGOT SNIFFS

Don't you ever come
near her again.

What's she told you? I haven't
told her anything. Then don't ask,

because the day that I find out
she's been talking about me,

that's her last
day. And yours.

Do you understand me?

Fuck off.

What was he doing?

Well, Margot never said,

but if he took pictures of her,

then maybe he was involved
in something like that.

I just don't know.

Anna told us that Satchwell
came back into Margot's life

around the time she disappeared.

Is it possible they were
seeing each other again?

Well, she wasn't happy with Roy.

Maybe Satchwell reminded
her of easier days.

She loved the job, but she wasn't
especially close to her colleagues.

More than anything, I think
she was feeling lonely.

Roy's not speaking to me.

Satchwell's not the answer
to your problems with Roy.

I told Roy I was
going to meet him.

Why? I don't know.

I just... I wanted him
to think about losing me

so that maybe he'd
make an effort.

It just made him angry.

At least he felt something. Hmm.

How are you feeling, Kevin?

Would you like a lemonade?

He's had four.
He'll get a bad tum.

Who's the guy in the shirt?

Oh, Margot, knock it off.
What are you talking about?

You're a married woman. You
need to behave yourself.

Ignore her. She's pissed.
I'll get you a glass of water.

I'm just saying.

I know the woman was drunk,
but a part of me thought,

"She's not wrong
about you, Margot."

I mean, Satchwell was telling her
she's more beautiful than ever,

how she's his muse.

And she needed some of that.

It sounds like Satchwell wanted
to get back together with her,

not to hurt her.

The day she
disappeared, she rang me

and said she wanted to talk
about something urgent.

Well, maybe she wanted
to tell me his big secret

and he got wind of that,

and decided that he would
do what he said he'd do -

make it her last day on Earth.

No chance she ran off with him?

No. She'd never have left Anna.

I pray that you will find her.

I think it's unlikely
she's still alive.

No, I know that,

but the dead never really
disappear, do they?

Not while they're loved.

The carousel you asked
for got delivered.

I put it in your office.

Would a thank you kill you?

Thank you, Pat.

Robin here yet? Yeah.

Yeah. She got in before me.

Eager little beaver, that one.

No movement on Shifty yet.

I'm going to try
and work his PA.

Keep an eye on your hours.

Morning. Hey.

What are you looking at?

I got in touch with Margot's
colleague, Dr Gupta.

He's just sent through the footage
he shot at the last Christmas party.

He said he'd be happy
to meet with us.

Can you send me that?
It's in the shared folder.

I found Paul Satchwell. He's
living on a Greek island.

Shall I drop him a line?

Keep it vague. Don't want him
going to ground early. Mm-hm.

HE MOUTHS

SHE MOUTHS

WHISPERS: When are we doing
presents? What presents?

Your partner's
birthday yesterday.

The rest of us got her presents.

Ilsa,

I need an idea for Robin.

What does she usually wear?

I've no idea what the name is.

Do you know what
kind of scent it is?

Do you mean, what
does she smell like?

Could you just
recommend something?

Yeah, we could
try Carnal Flower.

No.

OK...

Well, this one is popular,
and it's really lovely.

Doesn't that mean...?
In your arms.

Hmm.

PHONE RINGS

Strike's Detective
Agency, can I help you?

Happy birthday.

I got you these.

Oh, thank you.

That's nice.

..I've not heard anything...
Sorry I'm still in here.

I'm going through all
the stuff Anna gave us.

No... I could look
for somewhere else,

but everything's open plan now.

Is that a problem?

..Thank you very much.

I need a door
between me and Pat.

She's good at her job.

Why did you ask her for
that slide projector?

George Layborn's bringing
in the original case files.

He said we'd need
one. Found anything?

Well, not really.

But the main thing is this.

I found it inside a pharmacy
supplies order form.

Someone was threatening
to kill her.

"Leave my girl alone, you cunt,

"or I'll send you to
hell - slow and painful."

The police never saw this?

"My girl" could be someone's
daughter or someone's girlfriend.

Maybe Satchwell had
met someone new,

and Margot was trying
to warn them off him.

PHONE RINGS

George. I've got
four big boxes here.

I could use a bit of extra
muscle. I'll buzz you in.

You all right with that?

Yeah, fine.

Good of you to do this, George.

Doing it for the old man.

He talked a lot about this one.

Felt bad about the way
the case was handled.

You know about the
lead detective?

That was your dad,
wasn't it? No.

My dad got put on it after
the first guy went crackers.

DI Talbot.

Fair play, he figured out
someone was abducting women

around north London, and when
Margot Bamborough went missing,

she got put into
his investigation.

The sad thing is, he wasn't
even the one to put Creed away.

He'd lost it by then, and Dad
got almost nothing from Talbot,

so he had to start from scratch.

What happened to all
of Talbot's notes?

He wasn't in any kind of
condition to answer questions.

Long stay on the psych ward.

What did your dad think
happened to Margot Bamborough?

He thought, on balance,
it was probably Creed,

but there's no solid evidence, and
Creed won't confirm or deny it.

What I will say is,
if it wasn't Creed,

it was someone who knew what
they were doing. How's that?

Well, for starters, it's not easy
getting rid of a body, right?

They smell, bones get
dug up, stuck in drains.

But Dr Bamborough vanished.

A five-minute walk
in central London,

not even late night,
sober, not stupid.

She's never seen again.

For me, that's an argument
against it being Creed.

His flat was full of trophies and
body parts from the seven women

that we know he killed.
Nothing from Dr Bamborough.

Fancy a look? Yeah, why not?

Still recovering from
them bloody boxes.

This is called Case Overview
And Persons Of Interest.

Margot Bamborough, GP and partner
at St John's Medical Practice.

Here we have the staff.

We've got Dorothy
Oakden, the secretary.

Janice Beattie, practice nurse.

Dr Margot Bamborough.

Dr Dinesh Gupta.

Dr Joseph Brenner.

Gloria Conti and Irene
Hickson, both receptionists.

Gloria Conti sees Margot
leaving the office at 6.15,

running late to meet her
friend Oonagh Kennedy

in the Three Kings pub.

Oonagh confirm Margot's
usually punctual. Around 6.45,

Oonagh calls Margot's home and
speaks to the nanny Cynthia,

who confirms that Margot isn't
at home and hasn't called.

Letter A marks where a struggle
between two women is seen happening

but these women are later
identified as Mrs Fleury

and her elderly mother.

Letter B marks where a witness sees
a white van travelling at speed.

Letter C is St John's
Medical Practice.

Suspects.

Roy Phipps.

9pm - Margot's husband
Roy calls the police.

Now, this is good.
Listen to this.

These are notes from your dad's
first interview with Roy Phipps.

You told our officers you thought
she might run off with a man

named, uh, Paul Satchwell.

Apparently, that
wasn't the case.

Why did you think
that at the time?

He was an old friend of hers.

I knew he'd been
sniffing around.

So you thought she
was having an affair?

I said no such thing.

I suggested it was
worth checking.

I went over all this
with Detective Talbot.

Have you not read his notes?

Now, looking at local files,
I can see you experienced

some vandalism around that time.

Car tyres, broken window.

Yobs, that's all.

I won't keep you much longer.

Er...

Your alibi for the night
your wife disappeared.

You were ill in bed, and that was
confirmed by your child's nanny.

Is that right?

Yes, that's right.

Can you describe your
relationship to the nanny?

Employer.

And had your relationship to Anna's
nanny ever been more than just...?

Cynthia is 12 years
younger than me.

She's 18. I have to
ask these questions.

She's also my cousin.

Is that a no, for the record?

No.

What? Roy and Cynthia got
married seven years later.

Oh, classic.

He had a weak alibi.

Is he still alive? Yes,
but he's off limits.

Client's orders.

This guy, Paul Satchwell,

might be the reason Roy Phipps
doesn't want to talk about Margot.

He's got an alibi - seen eating
in a cafe in Camden at half six.

Several witnesses. I have to
say that one sounds solid.

Last patient Margot
saw before leaving -

patient gave their name as Theo.

Police put out a big call
for them to come forward,

but were unable to trace them.

Finally, this is another
patient of Margot's -

double-glazing salesman
Steve Douthwaite,

described as a ladies' man.

Visited Dr Bamborough three
times in the last week,

believed to have sent her
gifts, which he denied.

Friends said he wasn't
actually unwell.

People lie about their health
all the time, though, don't they?

Here we go.

Steve Douthwaite's medical
records, obtained under warrant.

Complained about
headaches, upset stomach,

palpitations, trouble sleeping.

Margot noted stress and anxiety.

A couple of cracked
ribs as well.

Double-glazing's a tough trade.

This article came out around six
days after Margot disappeared.

How'd you do that? It took
you about four seconds.

I've got a subscription
to a newspaper archive.

The papers date back
right to the 1800s.

"Police are anxious to trace the
whereabouts of Steve Douthwaite,

"who left his flat shortly after Dr
Bamborough was reported missing."

They find him, though?
Must have done.

They tracked him down in Waltham
Forest, by the looks of things.

He's interviewed there
in February 1975.

I was looking to move even
before the doctor disappeared.

I honestly was.

I've been looking at flats.

Could you tell us which
flats you looked at?

We can check them with
the letting agents.

I'm... I'm looking
in the paper ads.

And you've no alibi for the
evening Dr Bamborough went missing?

I can't magic one up, can I?

I was home on my own.

I've been having a shit
time, not going out much.

Douthwaite sounds fishy as fuck.

If all of Talbot's
notes went missing,

how come this
interview's in the files?

I'm guessing it's a local
police station transcript.

Dad did his best to get hold of
any work related to the case,

but he basically
had to start again.

There's more.

Listen to this.

Have you been having
any... unusual dreams?

You what? Describe your
dreams during the period

you knew Margo Bamborough.

HE STUTTERS

When was Talbot
taken off the case?

March or April 1975.

But they interviewed Steve
Douthwaite twice more.

Suspect analysis concluded
no progress possible

without new evidence. Dead end.

I'll try and track him down.

A lot these people are going
to be in their 70s or 80s.

Start by searching for
death certificates.

It'll save you some time.

Our other suspect
is Dennis Creed.

He was caught a year after the
slide deck was put together.

He killed at least seven women.

He lived in Paradise Park,
Islington, and he was active

during the time of
Margo's disappearance.

He's still alive, isn't he?

Do you think we'd be
able to talk to him?

Hmm. He'd string
you along for fun.

He's never given
up anything useful.

Thank you, George.

I remember Anna Phipps coming
over to our house to talk to Dad.

She must have made
quite an impression.

Yeah, pretty girl.

She had all her questions
laid out for Dad, like a pro.

She just couldn't stop crying.

Didn't even remember her mum -
still ripped a hole in her life.

Dad would want me to help.

You need anything from me,

you call me, I'll do it.

DI Talbot's details,
if you've got them.

Dad didn't just go mad.

He had an overactive thyroid,
which wasn't diagnosed

until he was in hospital.

He'd had trouble
sleeping as well.

Once he was treated,
he improved.

Glad he got better.

We need to improve.

Need to get better at
making accommodations,

don't we?

We can't just cast people out
when they get sick. Milk? Sugar?

Yes. The more the
merrier. Thanks.

Sorry to go on.

A few of the families blamed him

for screwing up the investigation
of Creed, and it wasn't like that.

He worked incredibly
hard on that case.

I was there. I remember it.

How old were you at the time?

Ten.

I stuffed up my eleven-plus.

Not that it mattered.

This is all to help Anna Phipps?

There won't be
articles about him?

I'm happy to put
that in writing.

He and mum used to go to church,

and I really think that that...

influenced his thinking
when he became unwell.

He was looking for evil.

When did you realise how
unwell he was getting?

He started sprinkling salt...

..outside our bedroom doors.

Me and my brother.

Well, that's what I mean.

He was always a good man.

He thought that he was
protecting us and...

Well, look...

..I can show you.

This used to be Dad's study.

He mostly kept it locked.

That's Baphomet.

Hmm.

Mum found him crying in here,

called an ambulance,
and that was that.

Can I...? Yeah.

You must have been
frightened. For him.

Yes.

No, I was.

Mum cleared out this room
while he was in hospital

and when he came home he
never talked about it.

Creed had been caught by then,
so it was all over anyway.

They still hadn't found
Margot Bamborough, though.

Your father did a lot
of work on her case.

Another man redid the work.

Still, I doubt your dad's
work was a waste of time.

And I can't imagine a policeman's
wife junking his case files.

If any of his work survived,
there's a chance it could still

help someone now.

Hmm.

Yes.

I think he would
have wanted that.

All I'd ask is, don't judge him.

I won't. You'll say that.

Greg, I've had PTSD.

I've woken up, convinced
I'm being shot at.

It's not just me. My...

..friend had a panic
attack while driving.

Nearly killed us both.

I don't judge her for that.

It's just hard when people think
someone you love fell short.

I hope Dad can help you.

Thank you.

Working late? A
client turned up.

And I couldn't leave him in
your office on his own, could I?

No, I couldn't.

I'll be off now, though.

Hey, bro.

How have you been?

God, you are hard
to get hold of.

I started thinking to myself,
"Now, what would my brother do?

"He'd make an appointment."

I'm happy to pay for
it, so don't be pissed.

No charge.

I do have to work, though.

Pat, are you still there?

Would it kill you to walk next
door instead of shouting for me?

Could you get hold of a
film projector and a screen?

Please. Happy to. 16 mil or 8?

Uh...

It's Super 8.

I think she likes you.

STRIKE CHUCKLES

Hey, listen...

Dad knows he's made
a mess of things.

But you got to understand,
when you came along,

his marriage broke up.

The whole scene around the
band got super druggie.

What do you want, Al?

They're dropping a new
record to mark 50 years

and we're throwing a party.

It'd mean the world if you came.

No.

Anything else?

Maybe give him a chance,

because like it or
not, he's our father.

And he's trying to
make things right.

Al...

..I like you.

I don't want to fall out...

..but it's a no.

OK.

I love you, bro.

Just... think it over.

It looks like Talbot based an entire
theory around the zodiac. Yeah.

I can't stand all that stuff.

What sign are you?

No idea. Oh, come on.

Everyone knows this star sign,
don't pretend you're above it.

Sagittarius.

Scorpio rising, sun
in the first house.

Now, I only know that because my
mum was crazy about that shit. Hmm.

What the hell does sun
in the first house mean?

It doesn't mean anything.

Look at this, though.

"The killer is Capricorn.

"Capricorn kills Julie W."

It definitely looks like
he had a suspect in mind.

A horned-goat deity.

Try getting one
of those to court.

You can be insane and right
at the same time. Hmm.

Sounds like something you'd
read on a fridge magnet.

I just don't think we can
discount all of Talbot's theories

just because he got ill.
If you look at his notes,

he clearly thinks
it's a single person

killing women in north London.

To be fair, most people do think
Dennis Creed killed Margot.

Yeah, but there's no proof.

This is someone with an obsession.
It's not good police work.

I don't... DOOR OPENS

This is the one it needs.

Brilliant. Thanks.

It's £100 deductible
if you break it. Right.

Well, I'm not going to break it.

Can't say I didn't warn you.

Could you hit the lights
on your way out? Happy to.

She's very efficient.
You were efficient.

I didn't want to throw
you out the window.

High praise indeed.

Right.

Here we go.

Tenner says it's a home move
with Talbot summoning the dead.

Is that Margot?

Cormoran, what is this?

PROJECTOR STOPS

HE SIGHS

FOOTSTEPS

Sorry to drag you back here,
but you need to see this.

PROJECTOR WHIRS

PROJECTOR STOPS

That's one of the worst
things I've ever seen.

Are you sure that's
Margot Bamborough?

She's the right
height and build.

We'll try and find out if
Margot had a scar on her torso.

Husband would know.

Off limits.

Tricky, then.

What about medical records?
They were in the files.

Nothing about a scar or surgery.

We found this note in
Margot's personal papers.

"Leave my girl alone, you...

"or I'll send you to
hell slow and painful."

You missed a word.

And you think that's this
threat being carried out?

Looks slow and painful to me.

There's something I want to take
another look at. Do you mind? No.

I think I've seen the
ring somewhere before.

There.

Oh, shit.

I think it's mostly OK.

Did you get the picture? Yeah.

Where have you seen
that ring before?

The Christmas party
footage Dr Gupta sent you.

Those two men by the door.

Yeah. The image isn't great.
The ring's on the same finger.

It's the same size.

Any idea who he is?

No. But they girl they're
leaving with is the receptionist,

Gloria Conti.

As far as we know, she's the last
person that saw Margot alive.

Obviously, we're going to need
to hand this over to the Met,

but that's going
to tie our hands.

Can you give us a few days, see
what we can dig up for the client?

It's been a half century.
A few days won't hurt.

When you do bring it in, it's
the first I've heard of it.

Understood.

How are you holding up, Robin?

I don't think I've ever
been so angry in my life.

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.