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[traffic humming]

[muffled dance music, lively chatter]

- Viv.

- ♪ Oh, you keep me waiting

♪ You keep me waiting, wanting more ♪

- Stay a bit longer.

- [scoffs] I can't miss the bus.

My dad's gone nuts since that whistler thing happened.

- See you.

[phone ringing]

[suspenseful music]

- Fleet speaking.

Hello?

[man crying]

Toby?

Toby, is that you?

- No, no, no, no!

[panting]

[man crying]

- I'm sorry, okay?

Where are you?

Just talk to me, please.

Toby, tell me you won't do anything.

[call disconnecting tone]

[sighs]

- Hi.

Hi!

Please!

[sighs]

[suspenseful music]

[rustling]

[gasping]

[dog whining]

Thank you, God.

Hi.

Hi there.

Sorry, can you tell me which is the road to Cobb's End?

Hi.

[dramatic music]

[screaming]

[whistling eerie tune]

♪

- Sorry for the early morning call,

but there's been another incident in Kent overnight,

a second young woman murdered.

A farmer found the body just before dawn.

You knew about the first, I'll take it?

- Yes, this is where whistling was heard near the scene.

- Indeed.

The press have certainly latched

on to that particular detail.

We think it's the same killer, both victims strangled.

Looks like neither was raped, but clothing was disturbed.

And they had one other thing in common--

both girls worked at Larkskill Nuclear Power Station.

- We think there's a possibility

they were murdered because they worked at Larkskill.

- I'm not familiar with the area,

but presumably a large percentage of the

local population works there.

Couldn't it be a coincidence?

- Our killer has a particular calling card,

the letter L carved into the forehead.

- The new PM is about to announce

a massive rapid expansion of nuclear power.

She wants to appoint someone to oversee it,

a nuclear supremo, if you will.

The favored candidate for the role

is the executive director of Larkskill, Alex Mayer.

- I can't imagine there's much crossover

between predatory murderers and pacifist

anti-nuclear campaigners.

- Not all pacifists.

We're playing catch-up when it comes to

the anti-nuclear movement, but we have growing evidence

it's being infiltrated by anarchists

and hardline leftists,

both here in Europe and in the States.

Nuclear is divisive and iconic,

which makes it the perfect target.

- For what? - Disruption.

Destabilizing governments, possibly something more deadly.

Terrorism, essentially.

- Sudslaw, head of CID in the Larkskill area,

has just gone on sick leave for two months,

so we have an acting DCI.

In fact, she's one of yours, Adam.

- Kate Miskin?

- You okay to work with her again?

- Of course.

She's an excellent officer.

[car humming]

[seagulls calling]

[pensive music]

♪

[phone ringing]

[indistinct conversations]

- We know Vivienne left the disco around 9:30.

She was supposed to catch the 9:36 bus to Cobb's End.

Her body was found here, around 5 miles

from where Denise Sheppard was found 10 days ago.

Now, both locations are close to crossroads.

Perhaps our killer travels by car, waits near a crossroads

to have a better chance of a victim coming along.

- So we got our own version of the Ripper.

Copycat maybe.

- If the killings are random, yes.

But we're still unsure about a sexual motive.

We'll see what the pathologist says.

But the carving of the L, it complicates things.

Both women work at Larkskill.

Is that a significant connection?

Now, there's no need to say again that we do not

share this detail with anyone.

Anyone.

We've got no witness talking about whistling this time.

- Yet.

- But the press will want to run with that.

Leave the press to me.

So we split in two.

Half of you, I want to stay on the witnesses from the disco

door to door.

Half of you, I want at Larkskill.

Anything new on Toby Gledhill?

- Nothing yet, boss.

- Toby Gledhill?

- Um, everyone, this is

Commander Dalgliesh from the Met.

He'll be running the investigation from now on.

- Co-running it with acting DCI Miskin.

- Uh, Dr. Toby Gledhill, sir, a senior research scientist

at Larkskill.

He disappeared two days before the first murder,

and for no other reason than that

he's our only suspect so far.

Okay, let's go.

[chatter]

Hi.

- Hi.

[pensive music]

♪

- Vivienne Mitchell.

She's a catering assistant.

Hasn't been with us long.

- This is incredible.

I--uh--two members of staff in what, 10 days?

- Given that, our offices are going

to need to interview everyone who works here,

not just those who work directly

with Vivienne or Denise.

- All our staff are thoroughly vetted.

- We'll run our own checks, Ms. Roberts.

- You think the killer works here?

- You should know there's a possibility

the killer is deliberately targeting Larkskill employees.

- What?

- We need you to tell your staff

to be particularly vigilant from now on,

especially the women.

- Right, but targeting us?

Look, I knew there were some ill feelings towards us,

of course, anti-nuclear campaigners,

but I can't believe they'd go so far as to--

- There is a local anti-nuclear group

run by a total lunatic called Pascoe.

- Hilary. - Well, he is.

He turned up at our last open day

with a gang of his supporters, shouted me down

every time I opened my mouth, called me a liar twice.

If anyone had been recording, I'd have been suing.

- I can't quite see Pascoe having the same capability to--

- He lives in a shitty caravan on the headland.

Speak to him--although if he was gonna kill anyone,

he'd probably start with me.

- Perhaps you should go and break the news

to Vivienne's colleagues.

[clears throat]

Has there been a direct threat?

- No.

The role you're in line for, Dr. Mayer, Nuclear Supremo--

- It's--it's not quite mine yet--

unless you know something I don't?

- Have you told anyone about it?

- Yes, my senior management team.

I thought they should know if I might be leaving for London.

But you can't think someone's doing this to,

what, discredit me?

- Have you had any difficulties recently with any of the staff?

Disciplinary or--

- No, no, nothing like that.

- How about with Dr. Toby Gledhill?

- No.

No, there would be no difficulties with him.

As I said when you called, I just--

I think he's probably been working too hard.

The research we've been doing around the new reactor,

he was due to leave, and... [sighs]

I think he'll probably return when he's ready.

Look, he's a brilliant young man,

so, well, we make allowances for someone like that.

[knocking]

- Excuse me.

Do you need me to move your 3:30, Dr. Mayer?

- It's fine.

- Uh, well, Ms. Tyson

can facilitate everything you need,

and I'm always here, of course.

- Thank you.

- Oh, sorry, is it Commander Adam Dalgliesh?

Uh, my sister's Alice Mayer, the agony aunt--not a term

she's overly fond of.

But I believe you share a publisher and have, um--

- We met once at a drinks event.

It was a pleasure.

- Well, she lives here on the headland.

In fact, I--I lodge with her.

- Please give her my regards.

- I will.

[suspenseful music]

♪

[door buzzing]

[chatter]

- DCI Miskin, can I speak to you, please?

- Come in.

Mr. Fleet alerted us to Dr. Gledhill's disappearance.

- Yes, he called me last night here on my extension.

At least I'm almost certain it was him.

He didn't speak, but I could hear someone crying.

- What time was this?

- Around 9:15.

I tried to get him to tell me where he was, but he wouldn't.

- Any clues, sounds,

to suggest where he might have been?

- I feel--

I'm really concerned about him.

Have you spoken to his parents yet?

- They haven't heard anything.

- You work closely with Dr. Gledhill?

- Yes, I'm operations superintendent,

so we liaised all the time.

- Any idea why he might have been crying?

Any particular strain he's been under recently?

Dr. Mayer thinks he's been working too hard.

- He worked longer hours than any of us.

- What about his private life?

Is--is he involved with anyone?

- I don't know anything about that.

- Does he have any difficulty around

forming relationships or--

- Are--are you asking me if Toby's, what,

some sort of psychopath?

He's not.

No way.

I do know that much.

[seagulls calling]

[pensive music]

♪

- Mr. Neil Pascoe?

- Yes?

- DCI Miskin.

This is Commander Dalgliesh.

We understand you run a campaign

group, People Against Nuclear.

- Yes.

Why?

Commander?

It's a new one on me.

- We're here in relation to an incident

at Larkskill Power Station.

[baby babbling]

- Is there somewhere we could talk, Mr. Pascoe?

- Not in here.

Unless you want to sit on each other's laps.

[tense music]

- Right, whatever's going on at Larkskill

has got nothing to do with me or PAN.

I haven't been near the place for weeks.

- Since the last open day.

- [scoffs]

- We understand that you and your group

were confrontational at the open day.

- Well, yeah.

It was the whole reason for being there.

Is this that woman, Hilary Roberts?

- 'Course it is.

- We understand that you accused her of lying.

- Because she was!

She was stood in front of gullible members of the public,

telling them blatant lies about the safety of that place.

She's not even a scientist, although she

makes out that she is.

Do you know what she said about the Three Mile Island accident

in the States?

Only two people died.

Only two people.

Right, to start with, that's two people

who have lost their lives.

No mention at all of the radiation damage

done to countless other people.

And now they're going to put the same sort of reactor here.

- Can you tell us where you were

last night between the hours of 6:00 and midnight?

- Why?

- He was here with me all evening.

Amy Camm Cuems.

- I was here.

- And what about the night of the 10th of September?

It was a Monday.

- That's the night that girl died, isn't it?

The Whistler thing.

- Why the hell are you asking me about that?

- Just answer the question, please.

- I was here.

- How many members does PAN have?

- 300 and counting.

Look, we're a legitimate campaigning organization.

We're affiliated with some of the larger groups.

We're only interested in preserving life, nothing else.

- We'll need a list of your members'

names and contact details.

- Why? No.

I've only got one membership list, and I need it.

- Photocopy it.

Bring it to the station in town tomorrow, please.

[tense music]

♪

- I've drafted adverts for the girls' jobs.

How long do you think we ought to leave

it before posting them?

- It's up to you.

It's your department.

- Not that we'll get many applicants.

Take a job at Larkskill and die.

[laughs]

Come to mine tonight.

Join me for a swim if you like.

Help you forget all of this.

- No, I told Alice I'd be home.

- I'm sure your sister can manage.

Sometimes I feel like I'm having

an affair with a married man.

I didn't appreciate the way you spoke to me before in front

of the police, patronizing me.

- No, I just didn't think it was very

professional for you to be casting aspersions

about Pascoe, that's all.

These are people's lives.

- Don't make out I'm the one without empathy.

[tense music]

♪

I want you at mine tonight.

- You aren't serious?

- You know the way this works now, Alex.

Please don't push me.

I want you in my bed.

It's not such a bad thing.

Think about what I have lost for you.

[lively chatter]

- That was Alice Mayer.

She's invited me to dinner tomorrow night.

Her brother will be there.

- Well, Dr. Mayer is hardly a suspect.

Could be useful.

I've seen her columns, Alice Mayer.

Seems a bit low-brow for your publisher.

- She wrote a memoir a few years ago

about losing her father when she was a child.

He was gardening and cut through an artery.

It was her and her brother who found his body.

- God.

Alex Mayer?

- I read it after I met her.

She writes very honestly about the lasting effects

of sudden loss.

- I take it back.

- Congratulations, by the way.

- Oh.

Thanks.

His name is Damien.

I met him not long after I moved down.

He's a paramedic.

He's great.

- I'm sure he is, if you chose him.

- How have you been, anyway?

- Fine.

- Look, I--look, I'm pregnant, 4 and 1/2 months.

I'm gonna get married before it comes.

Don't tell anyone, please.

They wouldn't have asked me to step up if they knew.

My boss should be back before it really starts to show, so.

- Right.

That's really wonderful news, Kate.

- Yeah.

I suppose it is.

I mean, timing could be better.

Big new job, serial killer.

[sighs]

- You're more than equal to it.

[soft music]

- Is that why you're here?

Sorry.

- It's the sensitivity around--

- I know.

I don't even know why I said that.

I'm glad that you're here.

I'm worried.

- What worries you the most?

- Failing.

More women dying.

The scrutiny, the criticism.

And you only have to look at what's happening

in West Yorkshire and the Ripper.

The press would have a field day with me.

- You're not going to fail.

♪

[seagulls calling]

- He's down.

Can you watch him?

- Yeah?

Where are you off to?

- Meet my lover in the sand dunes.

[laughs] What?

You had your chance.

You don't want me.

I've got to look elsewhere.

- Stop it, Amy.

It's not that I--

it's not that I didn't want you.

It's--

- You didn't want to take advantage.

- I gave you and Timmy a home.

And I don't want you to feel like you need to--

like you need to repay me--

- I know.

- [chuckles]

- You're too honorable for your own good.

Back in an hour.

[waves crashing, seagulls calling]

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Bedroom's ready when you are, sir.

- Thank you.

Mr. Jessop, what's the local feeling

like about the power station?

- Well, we're all for it.

Jobs, money.

This place wouldn't survive without it.

Yeah, it might give us the creeps sometimes.

But, uh, if Larkskill is an evil,

it's a bloody necessary one in my book.

[seagulls calling]

[suspenseful music]

♪

- [gasping]

[ominous music]

♪

- Morning, early bird.

I just had to change.

- I couldn't sleep.

It's awful about the girl.

I'm so sorry.

- Yeah.

Yeah, it's--it's shocking.

- What did Dalgliesh say?

Do they have suspects?

- No, I don't think so.

They're interviewing every member of staff, so.

What if it stops me getting the job, Alice?

Hilary said something last night

that when people hear the name Larkskill from now on,

all they're going to think about is dead

young girls lying in ditches.

- PR is not going to let it influence

the decision, really.

- It's just I--

so close.

- You are the whole package--

the research side, the management, the technical.

No one else offers them that.

- [sighs]

- The job is yours by rights.

- Thank you.

- Let's have some coffee.

- Yeah.

- Oh, he said yes to dinner, by the way--

Adam Dalgliesh. - Oh.

- As long as he can get away.

And I invited Giles Fleet as well.

I hope that's okay.

Don't want an odd number.

- No, it's fine.

But, um, I'd--I'd better ask Hilary.

I know she'd want to come.

- Well, okay.

Sorry, I--I suppose I don't know

where things are at between you two at the moment.

A few weeks ago, I got the impression

you were finishing it.

- Yes, no, I know.

It's--it's complicated.

She wants to come to London with me.

Thinks we have a future.

- Well, you both have to think you have a future.

That's how these things work.

[suspenseful music]

- Thank you.

Charlotte, I just had my police interview.

It was horrible.

They make you feel like you've got something to hide.

It's not our fault those girls worked here.

- I'm sure dying was a lot more horrible for them.

- Yes, I didn't mean--

Tonight, were you thinking of going home to change or--

- Why? Won't I do?

- Yes.

No, I just mean, if you were, I could come and collect you.

I don't want you to have to travel

to the restaurant on your own.

They said women should be careful.

- Well, we can go straight from here.

- Great.

Great!

- Sweet.

My Dave used to be like that till I married him.

- So the pathologist is certain the marks on her neck

are a match with those found on Denise.

We're looking for something smooth, no wider than a scarf.

Pathologist suggested a tie.

The L certainly carved with the same blade,

thin and very sharp.

Nothing under the fingernails, no sign of a struggle.

Her bra had been pulled up.

- Boy she was with at the disco?

- He claims not.

And we know Denise's bra was unfastened and pulled

to the side, and all she'd done was

sit at the pub with friends.

- If the killer is deliberately targeting Larkskill,

they'd have to be certain the women worked there.

They'd have to spot them or track them, watch them.

That could have helped with the element of surprise.

Where are we at with Gledhill's phone call to Fleet?

- They're still trying to get a location, sir.

- Pascoe's membership list?

- Yeah, none of the names are a match for the names or aliases

that the Yard sent through.

So far, we've got one previous,

public order offense, demo a couple of years ago.

- Nothing on Pascoe himself?

- No.

Clean records, sir.

- Okay.

Roadblocks, start tonight.

Here, here, and here.

That's all the main roads in and out of town.

- Sloping off early, Giles.

I'll see you at Alex's.

- You're going to be there?

- Of course, I am.

- Oh.

Good.

- Toby.

Any news?

- No.

- Tell me if he gets in touch, please.

I know how close you are.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- All right. Thank you.

Bye-bye.

That was Toby Gledhill's PhD supervisor, Imperial.

There were never any complaints or concerns about Gledhill,

but he did describe him as socially awkward.

He didn't use the word "loner," but.

- Definitely fits the profile.

- I think we should speak to Fleet again tomorrow.

We both felt he was holding back.

- Sir, I just don't buy the political connection.

I don't buy Pascoe's involvement

or any anti-nuclear element.

Why introduce even the slightest

suggestion of anything sexual?

What would they gain?

I know MI5 has its reasons, but how do we know the L

doesn't mean something else?

[suspenseful music]

[knocking]

- Oh.

Not late, am I?

- No.

I thought I'd come and find you.

- Ah.

I need to grab my stuff.

You should wait outside, really.

- I won't touch.

It's so cool in here.

Which one do you work at?

- Which one?

I cover all of them.

Me and the other engineers.

- Hmm.

That's kind of sexy.

- Is it?

- Yes.

All that power literally at your fingertips.

- Charlotte, someone said today that Dr. Mayer

is going to be leaving soon,

some big, new job in London.

Is it true?

- I can't talk about that.

- Would he ask you to go with him?

Because isn't that what they do with their PA sometimes?

- I've told you before not to ask about my work.

- I don't want you to go.

I'm serious about us.

Really serious.

- We've been on four dates, Reeves.

- But I want us to go steady.

My mum said, what are you waiting for?

And--

- Do you want us to have sex tonight?

Because right now, being in here with you,

it's really turning me on.

[suspenseful music]

♪

[seagulls calling]

[knocking]

- Commander, welcome.

- Sorry I'm a little late.

And, Adam, please, in this context.

- Oh, of course.

- Hello, you made it.

Oh!

It's so lovely to see you.

- Hilary, you've--you've met?

- Yes, hi. - Good evening.

- Oh, actually, you're not the last.

We are still expecting Giles, my ops super, Giles Fleet.

So, well, shall we?

[uncorking]

[soft piano]

- I read your latest volume of poems.

I thought it was wonderful.

- Thank you.

- I was glad to see your writing again.

The last time we met--

- Yes.

- Hmm.

- The grief has, um, moved somehow.

- Mm.

- I'm able to--

I was going to say channel it, but that sounds cynical.

I'm not afraid of it anymore.

- And it showed.

- Are you writing?

- I am--trying to.

Sticking to the same subject--

bereavement and childhood.

But it's less personal than the memoir.

I fear it will end up in one of those new self-help sections.

- [sighs] Are you talking about your memoir?

- Sort of.

- I thought it was terrific.

Incredibly moving.

- I didn't know you'd read it.

- Of course I have.

It's a good job.

Or I wouldn't have any idea what these two went through.

Made me feel even closer to him.

- [chuckles]

- They never talk about it.

- Well, it doesn't need talking about it.

It happened such a long time ago now, so, thankfully.

- You're always telling us to talk about everything

in your columns.

- In the right moment.

Yes.

- Loss.

It's a terrible thing, isn't it?

Powerful, especially when it's someone

or something that you felt close to even for a short time.

It's so present in your heart.

And then, suddenly, they're gone.

You must encounter that a lot.

- I do.

- Hilary.

- Don't worry.

I'm not gonna ask him about his work.

[whispering] I'm under strict instructions.

- I think I should serve us food.

The starter, at least.

- Yes, I'm so sorry, Alice.

I can't think what's keeping Giles.

- Well, he'll just have to take his chances.

- Yeah.

[car humming]

- [gasping]

[suspenseful music]

♪

[tires squealing]

[gasping]

[whistling eerie tune]

[phone ringing]

- Well.

- He did.

- Mm-hmm.

[clears throat]

Hello?

Giles? Is--oh.

Uh, DCI Miskin.

Yes, no, no, that's not a problem.

He's, um--he's right here.

Hold on.

- Dalgliesh.

[radio chatter]

- Fleet claims he was on his way

back from town when he rounded the bend

and found the car like this.

Then he heard the whistling.

He recognizes her.

She works in the office at Larkskill.

- The tune was familiar, a sort of hymn from primary school.

I didn't even check if she was--

if she was dead.

I--I ran to the phone box back there.

- You were due at the mayor's tonight over two hours ago.

- Yes, yes, I am--

I met a mate in town for a drink.

Forgot the time.

My God.

Did he do that to all of them?

That letter on her head.

- You can't speak about what you saw tonight to anyone.

I hope that's understood.

[tense music]

♪

- I knew Fiona Baldwin.

She was well-liked.

- I'm very sorry.

- So Fleet turned up at ours last night--

very late, obviously.

He downed several whiskeys, and then he

told us about what he'd seen.

Of the letter cut on her head, is it just her?

It was all of them, wasn't it?

- Yes.

- So someone is targeting Larkskill.

I--I really think that is something

you should have told me about.

- It's a possibility, as I've said.

- Well, clearly!

- Is Fleet here?

- No.

No, I told him not to come in.

He slept on our sofa last night.

- Were Alice and Hilary there

when he talked about what he'd--

- Yes, they were, and I've already

and I've already told them to keep it to themselves.

You can trust us.

What the hell is going on?

Who's doing this?

[suspenseful music]

[background chatter]

- Husband David says Fiona was with him

and some friends at the Crowne on Hope Street.

She wanted to go home around 8:00, but he wanted to stay.

So she took the car keys and left.

14 and 1/2 minutes from the car park to the scene,

so she died at approximately 8:15.

- Right front tire of the car is blown.

Husband says he knew it was wearing thin,

but hadn't dealt with it.

So, it blows.

She swerves across the road.

She gets out of the car, pretty shaken, most likely.

And that's when the killer approaches.

- What were Fleet's alibis for the first two murders?

- Uh, Denise's, he was at an event at the marina.

He lives on a boat there.

Uh, Vivienne's--

- He was at work.

He took the call from Gledhill, or claims he did.

[suspenseful music]

- Oh, that's Timmy's.

We found it on the headland.

He likes chewing it!

- Do you know where the envelopes have gone?

- Uh, yeah.

Woman in the shop said there's been another murder.

- You're kidding?

Someone who works at Larkskill?

- Dunno.

- Thank you.

[tense music]

- Shit, Neil, Were you sending this out?

- I've gotta take the fight to them.

- I know I shouldn't have said anything.

I--I know you told me not to, but I

just couldn't keep it to--

I'm sorry.

- According to your statement, you

went for a drink in the Queen's Head last night.

We checked.

It's closed for refurbishment.

- Yes. Yes, that's right. We--

- None of our roadblocks picked you up anywhere near town.

- You need to stop lying to us, Mr. Fleet.

- Were you meeting Toby Gledhill?

- No.

- Did he really call you last Thursday night?

- Yes, he did.

- Why? Why you?

He must have worked closely with a lot of people-

Dr. Mayer, for example.

They were conducting research together.

- I took the boat out yesterday evening.

I was looking for Toby.

There's a cove just around the headland.

It's only accessible from the water.

We'd been there a few times, swimming.

And I just had this sudden thought, feeling that maybe

he was there, hiding out.

He wasn't.

- Are you together?

- No, not in the, um--

I wanted us to be--

I made a pass at him.

I thought it was what he wanted too.

He'd been so tense and anxious lately, I thought maybe

he was waiting for me to--to--

but he freaked out.

He ran away from me.

- This was how long before he disappeared?

- Three days.

And I--I just keep thinking, he's the sort

who might do something stupid.

What--what if I've pushed him to the edge?

- The killer was facing her as they strangled her.

The scratches on her neck were made by her own fingernails,

so she was fighting to loosen the cord.

Clasp on her bra was broken--

suggests it was wrenched open.

No other indicators of sexual interference.

Did she own a dog?

- I don't know.

- Two hairs, one on her neck, one caught on the nail

of her right middle finger.

They're dog hairs-- coarse, brown.

- There were a lot of prints at the scene.

Some of them are animals.

A lot of people walk dogs along that lane during the day.

- Could she have been strangled with a dog lead, Miles?

- Certainly, the right width, and they're strong enough.

- Could that be how the killer seems less threatening,

if they're walking the dog?

- Mrs. Baldwin was married with two young children.

Our thoughts are with her family and friends.

We'd like to hear from any driver who had cause to use

the layby on Cross Lane in the last two days

for whatever reason.

We'd also like to hear from anyone who walked their dog

along Cobb's End Lane or Cross Lane in the last two days,

or from anyone who saw someone walking a dog.

Thank you.

- Is the power station going to be closed?

DCI Miskin? DCI Miskin?

Is the whistler targeting Larkskill?

[radio switches off]

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[typewriter clacking]

- Ms. Roberts.

Post.

- Thanks.

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[car zooming]

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Pascoe!

Pascoe! - Don't come here shouting.

- Pascoe, I've just spoken to my lawyer,

and I'm suing you for libel.

So thank you for putting it in writing, you idiot.

- You can sue all you like.

I ain't got any money, so.

- You don't question my professionalism!

You write a book, and you sell yourself

as some sort of Messiah?

- Look who's talking! - Hilary?

- All you people think about are yourselves and your profit.

As long as you're raking in, and you

can wear your stupid suit-- - What do you do?

- Go on your fancy holidays-- - What do you actually do?

- You don't give a shit about anyone else,

or the planet, or the future.

- You've never done a day's work in your entire life!

- Yeah, I'm betting you don't have kids because maybe

then you might worry about how you're screwing it up

for all of them.

- Shut your mouth!

- Hilary, come away now.

- Get off me!

And you could wave goodbye to this shitty eyesore!

They'll be bulldozing it within the week.

- Why, you fucking bitch!

[baby crying]

- [sobbing]

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[dog barking]

- Bloody dog.

Room 3.

I told you, you should have said no.

[dog barking]

[knocking]

Can you shut him up, please?

You can't let him carry on like that.

[knocking]

Hello?

[dog barking]

[door opening]

[dog barking]

[dog whining]

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