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When Louise was born,
she became my whole world.

I loved raising that little girl.

She was so spirited, you know?

Couldn't wait to grow up.

When all her friends
started walking home,

I thought, "Come on, Brian.

Let her go a bit."

I thought I taught her how to be safe.

But you can't really imagine
a man like Dennis Creed.

But I know all about him now.

I know he killed my Lou,

and I got proof
he killed Margot Bamborough.

There's a good chance he killed
Kara Wolfson as well.

We believe Kara Wolfson

was probably killed by a gangster.

Keep that to yourself.

We're hoping the police
will investigate.

Poor old Terry.

He went to his grave

not knowing where his sister was.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Once I'm gone,

who's gonna find my girl?

Normal people don't understand

what it means to get a body back.

I'm sorry. That's very hard.

Well, it's frustrating

because I could tell the police
a dozen places they should dig.

But it's a lot of money.

Creed's in Broadmoor, so...

what's the value to them, right?

Could you show us what you've got

in terms of Margot?

Yeah.

You can't use this

till you're sure you've got a case.

That's 'cause how I got hold of it.

- I'd get my mate into trouble.
- Thank you.

After Creed was banged up in Wakefield,

I used to go up there on the weekends.

I got friendly with the guards.

You know, drinking down the local.

They hated Creed,

but one of them

nicked this out of his cell
and gave it to me.

"She tells me I need treatment.

Her strategy is laughably transparent.

I have her chained. I'm whipping her.

But she still believes

her medical training makes her superior.

Her true education has only just begun."

- Does he name Margot?
- No, no, no, no.

But he was writing his memoirs.

Has Creed ever spoken about Margot?

That's not how he works.

He never helps.

The thing he likes is games.

Yeah, games.

I'll show you what I mean.

You'll have to come up to Lou's room.

This is where I do my studying.

It feels like Lou's with me, you know?

In the 1980s,

they let me write to him,

and that's what he wrote back.

"Your letter reached me a week ago.

Ordinarily I would not be permitted..."

It's a long letter.
Let me save you the trouble.

Have a look at the first letter
of each sentence.

- Y, O, U, R...
- Your.

The whole thing spells,

"Your daughter cried
for her mummy before she died."

Now, he never signed his letters...

"Ever yours, Dennis",
not to anyone else.

He did it 'cause he needed the E-D

of "ever" and "Dennis"
to finish the word "died."

Did you show this to the police?

No, no. He knew I wouldn't.

'Cause then they'd stop him writing,

and there's even less chance

for me to get something from him.

Now, Creed, he won't talk to me.

I'm just something he plays with.

But you... now, you're famous.

He might just talk to you.

I'm sorry for everything
you've gone through, but...

Listen, I'm still going through.

He'd see you as a challenge.

You're something he can boast about.

Our client won't want us
to take that kind of risk.

She asked for
a very discreet investigation.

If Creed told the papers
he's meeting us...

I'll pay you, then.
Look, I'll sell some stuff.

Let me be the client.

You don't, you don't understand.

I mean, I was Lou's dad,

and I couldn't take care of her.

Couldn't keep her safe.

I mean, she's in my head

first thing when I wake up every day,

and bringing her home's

the last thing I can do for her.

I need your help.
That's... I'm sorry.

I need your help.

We will try our best
to help you find your daughter.

Send me your fees. I'll pay.

No, that's okay. No charge.

I'll do all the work.

I'll do it in my spare time.

It's not like I've got a life.

You won't even have to hear about it.

He tried to help us find Margot.

That bit of writing isn't even close

to being a confession.

- Reads like a fantasy.
- Okay.

But if he is right about Creed,

then Creed is our only chance
of finding Margot.

Creed doesn't help people.

So Brian Tucker spent half a century

working on his daughter's case.

How long are you gonna give it?

Until I solve it.

I think...

even if he dies, at least he knows

someone's still trying
to find his daughter.

I think that's worth something,
don't you?

Yeah, I do.

I know Kara Wolfson
probably won't get justice,

and I know
we probably won't find Margot,

but I can't let them all go.

I just can't.

I think I need a pint.

What is that?

Pat made it.

She saw the pictures on my wall.

Thought I might like a portable version.

You like her, don't you?

In terms of people we haven't
spoken to who are still alive,

at least as far as we know,

there's Steve Douthwaite.

Last seen working at Baxton's,
Canvey Island.

There's no trace of him.

I've searched every record
I can think of.

I've searched for Steve Jacks as well.

There's nothing.

Satchwell's still ignoring our calls.

His alibi's as solid as it gets, though.

I think Anna would appreciate it

if we could rule out him
and Margot having an affair.

I think we might need

to change our approach with him.

And Dennis Creed.

We should at least
go over the evidence again.

There are still questions.

I better take this.

Hi, Lucy.

When can you come down?

Why? Has something happened?

Try and come this weekend.

And can you post any photos
you found for the album?

I don't think it can wait
until Christmas.

Can you do it today?

I'm on it. Bye.

I need to take care of something

I said I'd sort out for Joan.

I'll make a start on Creed.

I'm Jonny Rokeby,

and this is your invitation to cele...

You ran a shopping clerk in the 1970s.

- Your logo was a big sun...
- A sunflower, yes.

I just wondered,
did you have a delivery van?

Yeah, we did.
We had a full-time driver.

No phones in here, please.

Have you a cigarette? I'm out.

I'm having a curry delivered.

You want a curry?

Can't do all them chilis.
Wrecks me guts.

This place does other things as well.

You like chicken?

We'll get you some chicken.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Afternoon.

I've rung the Council.

There were popadams
on our doorstep this morning

and what looked like
chicken tikka masala.

Disgusting.

Robin here yet?

She's been in, then she went out again.

Sam, I need you to be
an obnoxious asshole.

What do you reckon?

I'll have to dig deep.

Paul Satchwell lives on Cause.

Call his gallery,
local bars, supermarkets,

anywhere that might know him.

Friends, neighbors.

Leave messages that are gonna annoy him.

Make sure you leave our number for him.

Got it.

It's just so nice to see you again.

Sorry to ask a favor,

but, Anna, I know you've got
friends in high places.

Well, one or two.

They're a ruthless bunch, really.

My stock's not what it was,
but if I can help, I will.

What is it?

I need to get permission

to talk to a prisoner in Broadmoor.

Dennis Creed?

Very nasty. What's it about?

The family of one of his
alleged victims is our client.

That's probably all we should tell him.

He's been linked
to a number of missing women.

Okay.

I think I might know who to flatter

or cajole at the MOJ.

Great.

Any Christmas plans?

Going home, up to Masham in Yorkshire.

How about you?

I stay with my sister, and...

I don't think I can
see my brother just yet.

Not quite ready.

If you'd like to get a drink
in the new year,

I'd love to catch up.

I'd like that very much, Venetia.

Hello?

Hi, this is Beth Spencer
returning your call.

Sorry?

I'm a social worker.

I work with Delia and Samhain Athorn.

Yeah.

Samhain said you told him

Margot Bamborough was killed
by a local gangster

called Nico Ricci.

Can I ask you, did he bring up

his dad killing people with magic?

Yeah, we heard something like that.

But that's why I did it.

Their neighbors already
think they're odd.

We don't need people
thinking they're dangerous.

I actually got the name from Samhain.

He's obsessed with local gangsters,

and seeing as he struggles with names,

I thought I'd use the one he knew.

Just good to clear that up.

Are you working with him long?

Only a few years.

Anything else?

Thank you.

Okay. Bye.

You've been busy.

Yeah, trying to clock off early

so I can start cooking.

Well, if you got any leftovers...

- I'm cooking for you.
- Me?

- Max's dinner party.
- Yes.

My brother's coming too.

Right.
Really looking forward to it.

The phone box is on the junction

with Albemarle Way.

- The van was seen...
- Yeah.

Near the green.

I found out some stuff about the van.

There was a whole foods store
that used a delivery van.

I spoke to the driver.

He admitted he was speeding

in the area at the time,
and he didn't come forward

because... well, basically

he didn't want to get
embroiled in a police inquiry.

The van wasn't Creed.

I don't think the struggle
near the phone box adds up.

Creed went for women who were
drunk or vulnerable.

He'd fool them into drinking
something he'd spiked.

Margot was sober,
in a rush to meet her friend.

I don't see why she'd have
stopped to talk to him.

Well, we know that wasn't Margot.

The two women came forward,

and they said it was them
the witness saw.

Yeah.

Do we have the interviews

on what Layborn did with that witness?

Yes. It is just...

Tell Mr. Satchwell
that I can't post his sex toys

until he confirms his size,
okay, sweetheart?

Thank you.

That was his gallery
he sells his painting at.

You all right with making
a living doing that?

I'm delighted, Pat.
I think I found my calling.

Interview with witness Ruby Elliot,

conducted on the 7th of May, 1975.

I was looking for my son's new house.

I'd gone around the same
streets at least twice

trying to read a map,
people honking if you stop.

Everyone's so angry in London.

- You're not wrong about that.
- Anyway, I pull over.

And I see two women
ahead of me near a phone box.

It looks like they're...
not having a fight,

but it's definitely something.

I think the short one

was trying to make
the other one walk faster,

but there was a bit
of shoving, maybe.

And what did you make of it?

Well, I thought maybe one
of them had too much to drink.

I didn't think about it
all that much at the time.

Did you get a good look at them?

The tall one had a raincoat on,

and the short one had a plastic
rain hood over their head.

I'm afraid I didn't see their faces.

I gather when you spoke
to Detective Inspector Talbot,

he thought one of them
might've been a man.

I felt like he wanted me to say that,

but, I mean, I don't know.

I can't be sure.

Do we have that article about
the women who said it was them?

One second. Here we go.

Fiona Fleury.

"I do take issue with the papers saying

I was rough with my mother.

I was only encouraging her
to walk faster

because it was raining so much.

But it was definitely us
the witness saw.

I was wearing a rain cap
exactly as described."

That's the wrong way around.

Fiona's at least a foot taller.

It's her in the rain cap.
Her mother's in the raincoat.

And Ruby Elliot said it was

the short one supporting the tall one.

What height is Dennis Creed?

Shorter than Margot.

So Talbot could've been right.

That could've been Margot,

and the short one really could've been

Creed wearing a disguise.

It's possible, but I'm not convinced.

Yup.

I got Paul Satchwell for you.

Put him through.

You little shit.

I've had friends calling me
in tears asking me

why I want to paint pictures
of their assholes.

What you're doing is illegal.

Illegal is slapping Margot Bamborough

when she asked for her photos back.

All I want from you is straight answers,

and if I don't get them,

I think you have a fair idea
of how it's going to go.

All right.

What do you want to know?

Hello?

Hello, Cormoran.
It's Jonny, your father.

I just want to have a chat.
Is that all right?

You there?

Yeah, I'm listening.

I'm told you've opened
the invitation to me party.

It's great. I'd love you to come.

I'm busy.

Well... well, what I really
want to say is,

I am proud of you.
Do you understand?

I mean, L says you're still angry,

but there's two sides
to every story, right?

Now's not a good time to talk.

Well, I've got prostate cancer.

There might not always be time.

I can live with that.
Don't call again.

But come...

I don't see how anyone can justify

being a soldier under
our last few governments.

Do you think women should
have the right to drive a car?

Well, that's a stupid question.

Taliban don't think it's stupid.

For them, it's a no.

Yeah, and we tried to fix that

with a war, didn't we?

So remind me
who's running Afghanistan now.

So in your perfect world,
how does it go?

We keep the A-10s in hangers
and send in Derrida?

Go on, Jacques, fuck 'em up

with your critique of Western thought.

I get it.
You're an anti-intellectual.

Or you could answer the question.

Should we have pudding?

Courtney, could you give me a hand?

No, Courtney doesn't carry plates.

She theorizes them.

Ridiculing women isn't the good look

that you think it is.

She's smart.

She got a distinction
for her dissertation.

Anyway, Cormoran, Max really
wants to hear about our life.

Yeah, well, first I need to hear about

Courtney's dissertation.

This is perfect.

Front seat to the combat zone.

- Well, in simple terms...
- Appreciated.

I argued that work is work,
bodily autonomy is paramount,

media are permeable,

and desire isn't exclusively
a masculine domain.

So you studied porn?

If you want to put it like that.

But the happy porn, though,

not the trafficked women,
underaged porn, just...

Who wants cheesecake?

Maybe you need to step outside

of this Victorian mindset.

One place I stepped into
was a brothel in Kosovo

where they were filming 14-year-olds.

Yeah, that's different. That's rape.

- Cormoran.
- Yeah, it's an industry

that really agonizes
over those definitions.

Can we change the subject?

You're positioning yourself
as the savior

and totally ignoring
the lived experience of...

My lived experience is
dealing with human beings,

not writing 2,000 words

on whether rape is
a postmodern construct,

because, believe me,
it fucking happens.

Shit.

I'm so sorry.

- I'm fine.
- Robin.

Max...

the army is...

it's fine.

Robin, I'm sorry.

And you two...

You're fucking idiots. Night.

It's you.

Ignore that.

I was drinking before I came out.

What?

"What?"

Fucking what?

What?

You arrive late
because of course you do.

You arrive pissed

because it's only my new
flatmate and my family.

Fuck them.
Robin will mop it up.

Hang on a minute.

And then it's time
to start talking about rape.

Only to make a point.
I didn't mean...

Look, I'm sorry.

I said I'm sorry.

No.

No.

It's not enough.

Robin Ellacott.
Leave a message.

Dickhead.

Hi, Lucy.

I'm making him some coffee.
Would you like some?

Yeah, thank you.

I assume you're going to Cornwall.

Yeah. Lucy's driving.
There's a big storm.

No trains running.

Robin, I'm sorry.

I don't want to talk.
I just want to get these files.

I might be away for a few days.

That's fine.

Robin, I really am sorry
about last night.

I just want to work.
I need to concentrate.

I hardly remember half the evening.

You were great, Cormoran.

You put everyone at ease.

You helped out with the washing up.

The perfect guest.

It won't happen again.

No, it bloody well won't.

Coffee's made and you need to pack.

They've just closed the A30.

We need to leave soon.

- Is Joan...
- Yeah.

I don't know if we'll make it in time.

Lucy wants to try.

I'm sorry, Cormoran.

It's a long way to go on a hangover.

Lucy's a terrible driver.

I'd be all right with you.

And I am really sorry.

I know you are.

Coffee.
Drink it quickly.

- Here you go, Robin.
- Thank you.

The road's closed.
You have to go back.

We need to get to St. Mawes.

You need to get off the road.

There's trees coming down everywhere.

Thanks, Officer.
We'll turn around.

If you turn left
at the end of that road,

we can try and get over the hill.

How far are we now?

About 30 miles.
Turn around.

We'll try and use farmtracks.

I'll make some calls.

I have got some good news.

- I got an email this morning.
- Yeah?

Creed has agreed to let us
interview him.

Robin. My God, you beauty!

I can tell you everything
you need to ask him.

I mean, no one in the world
knows more about him than me.

Well, if you can start

with any evidence you have
that Creed took Louise.

They...

gave me this
after they were done with it.

They even told me, on balance,
they reckon Creed killed Lou,

but there wasn't enough proof,

and they didn't need it
to get him put away.

Calvary's arrived.

- Dave.
- Figured you'd get stuck here.

- Hi, Dave.
- Hi, Luce.

- Hit the wall?
- I'll be fine.

Let's get cracking.
You remember Nell?

- It's been a while, mate.
- Welcome home, boy.

Ain't home yet.

Here you are. Put these on.

Ted!

I never thought you'd make it.

I thought you wouldn't get here.

How is she?

She... she waited.

- Thank you, Nell.
- You're welcome.

Scott. Dave.

Don't start.

Get inside, or what the fuck
was it all for?

Hello.

Are you comfortable?

Can I get you anything?

Just sit.

Just sit.

I wish I'd met your Robin.

Does she look after you?

It's not like that these days, so...

I'm supposed to look after myself.

You've done enough of that.

Don't worry about me.

You're a good man.

I'm so proud of you,

my lovely boy.

I love you, Joan.

Stick?

Dear Ted, Cormoran, and Lucy,

I'm so sorry for your loss.

I know how much she'll be missed.

I wish I'd met Joan,
but I feel like I knew her.

She was there for Cormoran
when he was growing up,

and knowing the man he became,

I'll always be grateful to her for that.

That's great news about Creed.

Creed will only talk to you.

I know that's not something
you agreed to, and...

I'll do it. Of course I'll do it.

When's the funeral?

Not till after Christmas.

So we're seeing Anna tomorrow.

I can't make the meeting.

I'm sorry.

I tried to move this other thing...

- Robin. Robin.
- And I can't.

You've done more than enough.
It's fine.

How are you doing?

I'll talk to you tomorrow.

In terms of historic evidence,

we found the police made
one serious error.

They discounted a statement by a witness

who saw two people
struggling near a phone box.

I'm afraid it hasn't got us any further.

Everyone we've spoken to says
your mum would never have

left you for Satchwell or anyone else.

Your mum told your dad
she'd met Satchwell.

That's why he suggested

the police check Satchwell's place,

but there's no evidence of an affair.

I think she wanted a bit more
attention from your dad.

I have to say just...

knowing that he met up
with those other men

who'd lost women,

it means he was trying to find her.

He tried.

I think we should keep going.

Whatever it takes.

No. Hear me out.

Roy looked for her.

He only stopped when
he realized he couldn't cope.

Can I ask you about
what your partner said

about wanting to continue?

I'm sorry.
That wasn't appropriate.

It was real, though.

I felt like she really cared.

She does. We both do.

We're nearly at the limit
of what we agreed we'd spend.

Bugger the money.
This is your happiness.

If it were you,

if you were the client
and it was your mother,

would you still keep looking?

If you decide
that's what you want to do,

we'd be happy to work at a lower rate.

We'd do it at cost.

It is what we want.

Thank you.

I love you.

I love you too.

Nobody I know can understand

why a one-year marriage is
taking so long to sort out.

All I want back is the deposit

my parents gave me for the house.

I've subsidized it.

Do you need me to walk away with nothing

so that it looks like it's all my fault?

Because I can write

to your friends and say that,
if that's what you need.

Instead, we've both just
sat here missing work.

Yeah, well, I doubt it makes
that much difference to you.

Don't forget, I know what you earn.

Thanks for agreeing to talk to Creed.

I'm all in.

You've got both of us
until we find Louise.

Not that you need anyone else
when you've got Robin.

Psychological profile

done by an American in the '80s.

It's very good.

The gist of it is,

Creed likes people to think he's clever.

So play on his vanity.

He'll expect you to be playing a game

to get Margot's body back.

He'll enjoy it.

Was he interested
in astrology or the occult?

Because the first detective
who worked on the case...

I know all about Talbot.

Using star signs
to solve the case, wasn't it?

Creed did like Aleister Crowley.

They found his books in the flat.

And there's a few theories
that he chose certain nights

to take women for satanic rituals.

Well, we'll look into that.

Try and get him talking
about places they never dug.

I mean, spots they did check
are marked in green.

That's Epping Forest.

The police were already there

when Louise was taken, weren't they?

Well done. Yeah.

Yeah, he was running
out of places by then.

What you want to do is

get him talking about
these other 12 spots.

His aunt's place near Great Church Wood.

The Archer Hotel in Islington.
Now, he was a regular there.

Then there's the old granary building.

That's another one.

Afternoon, Your Highness.

Just ducking in.
And these are for you.

How's it going with the dead doc?

Missing doctor.

Whatever the client needs
to believe, am I right?

How's it going with Shifty?

Yeah, good. Nearly there.
Inches away.

You got any Christmas plans?

Just going home to my mum and dad's.

You got your Christmas stockings ready?

Too old for all that.

I thought you thought that was junk.

You left it open.

Or did Baphomet do that?

To give Talbot his due,
he was the first person

to realize there was
a serial killer at work.

I still think, I mean,
"The killer is Capricorn."

He at least had a theory.

Rory was his Capricorn.

Yeah, but then he crosses out

his whole list of star sign
codes for his suspects.

I think he knew
he'd got it wrong somehow.

"Schmidt explains everything."

Let's get Schmidt in here. Pat?

You got his tarot cards out.

My mum used to do it every day.

Helped her make all her good decisions.

Go on, then.
You obviously know how.

Pick one.

I'll pick you up at 9:00 tomorrow.

It should take about two hours

to get to Broadmoor with traffic.

Pat.

I'm still here.

Thank you for this.

You're welcome.
This way.

Hello, Cormoran.

Hello, Dennis.

Who are you
working for today, then?

Suspect you'll work that out.

Sign of narcissism.

Withholding information
to make yourself feel powerful.

I think you're working for
Margot Bamborough's daughter.

She'd be about 51 now, wouldn't she?

Probably worth a few bob.

You don't come cheap
with your reputation.

Or is it old Brian Tucker?

I can't see how he'd pay.

I'm confident he's still alive.

Why so confident?

Because somebody would've run a story

in the papers when he dies.

"Father goes to grave not knowing."

The public seem to like
that kind of story.

You could check online.

I've never used the internet.

Not allowed to in here.

They like to do things to frustrate me.

They stuff me full of drugs
that I don't need.

Feed me swill to ruin my body.

I should be in a prison, not here.

They know that.

I could even be very useful
if they meet me halfway.

So you're arguing you're sane.

I understand that it suits
society to say otherwise.

Look at the world.

Men like me target society's unwanted.

Polite society won't say it out loud,

but they're not unhappy
those people are dead.

They don't work hard to catch us

while we're pruning out the rot.

Men like me are necessary.

Nietzsche knew it.

Crowley knew it.

I'd heard you read Crowley.

Do you have me down
as a devil worshipper?

Aren't you?

You've read about
Detective Talbot, haven't you?

Did you know he tried
to solve me using star signs?

Didn't work out very well, did it?

Maybe I was born under the 13th sign.

Not classifiable by an orthodox system.

Maybe that's why he couldn't catch me.

So no killing during
the season of the moon

or cult of the ruby star.

So we've both read Crowley.

Sane men don't believe in Satan

or horoscopes, and I am sane.

Your doctors disagree.

I know more about psychology
than they do.

You knew a bit about drugs too.

Pentobarbital, phenobarbital
slipped in a drink.

My field of expertise.

What if a woman had been drinking?

With alcohol in the blood,
isn't there the danger

you'd kill them
before you got them home?

I could always tell how much she'd had.

I'd alter the dose.

Did you adjust the dose for weight?

Of course.

And did they always finish
the drink you gave them,

even if they needed to be
somewhere else?

You're thinking Dr. Bamborough

would've been too clever
to end up in my van.

Doctors make mistakes like everyone.

You didn't always use the van, did you?

You met Noreen Sturrock on a bus.

You gave her a can of Coke.

Cans of pop?

Adjusting the dose for the smaller body?

Maybe you are here

for little Louise Tucker.

As a matter of fact,

my client is
Margot Bamborough's daughter.

What do you want out of this meeting?

I want to go back to Belmarsh

where I can finish my book.

Keeping me here cost the taxpayer

five times as much as prison.

Where do you think they want me?

They'd want you back in prison,

but the public don't get
to decide where you belong.

That's down to your doctors.

Do you think you could
change anyone's mind

by talking to the press?

'Cause there's a way to do that.

You tell me where
Margot Bamborough's buried,

I'll have a body
and you'll have a trial.

If you plead not guilty,
you'll take the stand.

Then you can speak
to the press directly.

I killed Louise Tucker.

Saw her in her school uniform.

Hard to resist.

Wasn't any planning.

No drugs.

Very unlike me.

Saw her and I took her.

There's no evidence

Louise Tucker was ever in your basement.

That's 'cause she never was
in my basement.

I did take her necklace off her

before I dumped the body.

Thousands of those
butterfly necklaces were made.

How about this, then?

She called her stepmum Claws.

She told me all about
how unhappy she was at home.

Ask Brian Tucker

how else I could've known about that.

It's not enough.

Without a body, they'll think

you're just looking for attention.

It'd never go to court.

Why don't you tell me where Margot is?

Once I'm back in Belmarsh...

Then...

maybe I'll be able to talk
about Margot Bamborough.

Might feel up to it
once I'm not being drugged.

You're full of shit, Dennis.

I don't believe you had anything to do

with Louise or Margot.

Ready to go.

Why don't we meet halfway?

Then we'll find out how clever you are.

You'll find Louise where you find M54.

The M54?

You'll find her where you find M54.

If you can work that out, after that,

maybe then we can talk about Margot.

Those are my terms.

I know your type, Cormoran.

You read about women
fighting near a phone box.

You read about a van seen speeding away.

Everyone else has got it wrong.

Now you'll be the one who gets it right.

I can see to that,

but it's my rules.

The plea for witnesses
was in all the papers.

The phone box women, the van,

that's in a dozen books about you.

I expect you've read them all.

- The unanswered questions.
- No.

We've answered them.

That wasn't you driving the van.

You never met Margot.

We ruled you out some time ago.

I was only ever here for Louise Tucker.

I think you're a fucking lunatic,

and if anyone asks,

I'll say you should be here in Broadmoor

until you rot.

Motorway, motorway, car.

Try searching M54
minus motorway minus car.

There's a star called M54.

It's located in the constellation of...

Sagittarius.

Yeah. How did you know that?

I think I know where Louise is buried.

Sagittarius is also called the Archer.

One of the places
that Brian Tucker said Creed

might've used under pressure is
the Archer Hotel in Islington.

George Layborn.

We found what looks like a skeleton.

It's gonna be her, isn't it?

How'd you figure it out?

Creed's clue about Sagittarius

wasn't as clever as he thought it was.

More bloody star signs.

I asked him about star signs
'cause of Talbot.

Yeah, he said if Talbot
couldn't catch him,

maybe it was 'cause he was
born under the 13th sign.

- 13th?
- Probably taking a piss.

Yeah, well,
he's not laughing now, is he?

I better get back.

If you do speak to her dad,
nothing's official

till we've done
dental records, all right?

You know how Creed said
he was born under sign 13?

Unclassifiable.

I looked up the 13th sign.
It exists.

It's part of a 14-sign zodiac system

developed in the '70s
by an American astrologer.

Guess what his name was.

Steven Schmidt.

"Schmidt explains everything."

All this crossing out
is Talbot trying to apply

Schmidt's 14-sign zodiac
to his suspect's birthdays.

That was already
a mad thing to be doing.

Yeah, no, I know that, but the point is,

under Schmidt's system,
people's star signs change.

One of them, Steve Douthwaite,

becomes a Capricorn.

"Capricorn kills Julie W."

So I ran a search in
the local newspaper archives

to the names Julie and Steve
in a ten-year period,

with Canvey Island

and the holiday camp
as search modifiers.

I think I found Julie W.

Julie Wilkes was a holiday rep
at Baxton's in Canvey Island.

She died while Douthwaite
was working there.

Not that long after Carl Oakden wrote

that article about him
changing his name.

Look, it even mentions
Julie's on-off boyfriend Steve.

"Fellow holiday camp rep Steve Jacks,

who declined to speak with us."

How did Julie die?

She was found intoxicated,
floating in the camp pool.

Police questioned Steve,
but no charges were brought.

He left Baxton's a week later.

Look what I found in Talbot's notebook.

It's a train ticket to Canvey Island

dated the week before he was sanctioned.

I think Douthwaite was
the last thing he worked out.

I've been looking into
an ex-girlfriend of his

who apparently committed suicide.

Margot becomes his doctor,

and he starts sending her chocolates

and asking to see her every week.

And suddenly she goes missing.

Then he moves,

and his new girlfriend
is found drowned at Baxton's.

Talbot was looking for a serial killer.

I think he might've found one.