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So you're saying,
before you came here,

you packed skeleton keys.

I didn't pack them
for the purpose of this visit.

They were in the car.

We went and got them when
we realized we needed them.

Are you aware
of the laws regarding people

- carrying lock-picking kits?
- Yes, I am. Are you?

Should we talk
about Dr. Bhardwaj?

Is the phrase "going equipped
to steal" familiar to you?

Thanks for your message.
Shall we?

- Uh, we're all done here, sir.
- Thank you.

So Vikas Bhardwaj

was one of the creators
of "Drek's Game."

Yes, known as Morehouse.

Have you got any idea
how long he's been dead for?

Roughly 24 hours.

There are loads of these
in the building.

The killer must have been
desperate to risk it.

How do you reckon the odds
of him wearing a latex mask?

Got nothing dodgy,

but here's Dr. Bhardwaj
coming back to his room.

The thing is, we've got him
leaving his room an hour later,

and that's all we can find.

Don't see how he
gets back to his room again,

when that corridor
is the only access.

That isn't Vikas
going in and out.

That's the killer
in a latex mask.

And that's not
Vikas's wheelchair.

Look, the hand rims
and the armrests...

Someone probably held the front
door for him like they did us.

It's not the Halvening.

It's Anomie using
the Halvening's methods.

When he killed Edie,
he wanted to set them up.

This time, he's using
the same methods

because he knows they work.

We're about to arrest
the Halvening.

We've identified
a dozen of them,

including Wally Cardew

and the man who attacked you
in the pub.

We can look to see whether
Anomie's connected to them.

Not connected, he used them.

That's why they went looking
for him in Comic Con Live.

They wanted to kill him.

Vikas and his girlfriend
were making plans to visit us.

Anomie will be going
after her next.

- We need to find her.
- Do you have their details?

Just a player name
in Drek's Game, Paperwhite.

Okay.

I could try talking
to Paperwhite in the game.

She just needs to call us
or--or the police.

Does she play every day?

She's in there
most days, yeah.

Oh, by the way,
Jago Ross' daughter

put on Instagram
something about going

to Kent this weekend.

- I think I should be there.
- Okay. Thank you.

The divorce hearing
is next week.

I'm in.

Paperwhite's here.

I'll open a private
chat with her.

Hey, Paperwhite.
Can we talk?

I'll cut straight to it.

You need to call the police.

Why?

Vikas is dead.

Anomie killed him.

Don't troll me.

I chatted
to him yesterday and--

You've been banned.

She was halfway
through typing a reply.

Anomie must be monitoring
private conversations.

It's his game.
He's a control freak.

He'll have designed
it that way.

At least Paperwhite knows
about Vikas.

I'm not sure she believed me.

No, but she'll want
to check in with Morehouse.

And when he's not in the game,
she'll take it seriously.

We've got to find some way
to warn her.

Can we ask Rachel Ledwell
to talk to Paperwhite?

They're not that close.

We could try
Yasmin Weatherhead, though.

She's a moderator like Rachel.

Let's do that.

- You're in early.
- So are you.

In case you hadn't noticed,
we're very busy at the moment.

We'd be lost
without you, Pat.

- Cup of tea?
- Yeah.

You look like you could use
a whole pot.

Are we interested
in helping find

Merlin's true burial place?

They're offering to share the
treasure in lieu of payment.

Stick it on the "maybe" pile.

Oh, can you get me
Yasmin Weatherhead's address?

Yeah.

She's not answering
her phone.

Get down!

The package started hissing.

You okay?

Stay there.

Police?

I'm at
the Strike Detective Agency

on Denmark Street.

We've been sent a parcel bomb.

Yeah, yeah, we're fine.

They're already on their way.
Someone else called it in.

I left my e-cig in there.

You can't go in there.
Half the ceiling's coming down.

There's the rest of it.

Excuse me.
Oh, excuse me.

That's my office up there.
I work there.

It's okay. It's okay.
Let her through.

Look, they're okay.
They're in a coffee shop.

I'm really sorry.

We rounded up most
of the Halvening this morning,

including the bomb maker,

but this one got through
before we grabbed him.

- Oh, my God.
- I'll show you where they are.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Hey, you all right?

She got my door shut before
it went off--saved us both.

You're a bloody marvel.

And you make
a very good fruitcake.

There's going to be
a conversation about a raise.

It'll be
a short conversation.

Hmm.

Do you need to stay here
to talk to the police?

No, we've done all that.

So, what's the damage?

His bedroom fell on my desk.

That sofa turns
into a sofa bed.

You can stay at mine.

Thanks.

I'm going to go and see
Yasmin Weatherhead.

We've got to find Paperwhite
before Anomie does.

One of us should stay here.

Thank you.

- Sorry. I'm busy.
- Obviously you know who I am.

You can't come in.
My parents are out.

You're an adult,
and either you talk to me,

or your mum and dad are going
to come home to find the police

tearing their house apart.

- So what's it going to be?
- You can't do that.

That's a breach of my rights.

I've just been blown up
for the second time in my life,

so...

I'm not going to argue
with you.

Right, five minutes.

And then you have to go.

I don't know
if you've heard the news.

13 members of a far-right
group have just been arrested.

I don't know
anything about that.

The Halvening--
not had any dealings with them?

Never.
I'm Antifa.

You took information
from a member of the Halvening,

and you passed it on
to Josh Blay.

Yeah, I was trying
to help Josh.

You started a chain of events
that led to Edie's murder.

Your friend Vilepechora

likes to send bombs
to left-wing women.

I thought he was an actor.

I went to his play,
and when I told him who I was,

he just walked off like I was
a crazy person, all right?

They lied to me, too.

I'm going to give you
another chance.

But if you mess around,
if you lie to me,

I'm not just going
to call the police.

I'm going to take
all the information I have

and give it to every single
"Ink Black Heart" forum

I can find.

Forget your book.

For the rest of your life,

you'll be Yasmin Weatherhead,
literal Nazi.

I want to know who Anomie is,
where I can find Paperwhite.

You're still playing
"Drek's Game."

Anomie talks to you.
What's he been telling you?

- No, he'd kill me.
- Well, he might.

Morehouse just got
his throat slit in Cambridge.

That's not true.

Vikas Bhardwaj--look him up.

It's in your interest
to help me catch him, Yasmin.

He's been making me
play as him...

like, in the game.

He tells me when to log in
and play as Anomie.

You've been helping him
set up alibis for his murders.

How long
have you been doing that?

For--for ages.

Since Edie died.

Do you know anything
about Anomie?

No. No, I swear on my life.

- What about Paperwhite?
- I don't know who she is.

You told my partner she'd
sent some photos of herself

to some people.

Yeah, only the guys.

Who are the male moderators?

The only one left is Fiendy.

Okay.

You need to call DCI Murphy.

That's his card.

Tell him everything
you told me.

If Anomie contacts you
with any more instructions,

you call me straightaway.

You know how to find me.

Do I--do I keep
playing the game?

Yeah, you'll have to.

Otherwise,
he'll know something's up.

I'll see myself out.

Call Murphy now.

Ahh.

Hi. This is Rachel.
Leave a message.

Hi, Rachel.
It's Robin Ellacott.

I remember you saying
that you let people online

think your Fiendy character
was a guy.

Well, we've been told that
a lot of the male moderators

were sent a picture
of Paperwhite.

And I was just wondering
if there's any chance

that you've been sent one, too.

And even if you deleted it,

please could you check
your deleted folder

and see if you've still got it?

It's really important.
I'd really appreciate it.

Thank you. Bye.

Why do you assume
she deleted it?

I don't. I, uh...
I think she might have kept it.

I just--I'm giving her a way
to admit she's still got it

without making her
feel uncomfortable.

I think you deserve
a pay rise as well.

Are you all right, Pat?

Does this happen
to you a lot?

Oh, not usually
in the office.

- Hi. Nicole.
- Hi.

- I'm Robin.
- Come in.

Thanks for seeing us.

Uh, can my dad sit in?

Uh, some
of what we want to ask you

might be a bit intimate.

Oh, I don't care
about any of that.

Yeah, that's definitely me.

How did you get this?

In "Drek's Game,"
you're friends

with a player called Morehouse,
is that right?

What's "Drek's Game"?

"Drek's Game"...

based on "The Ink Black Heart"?

Oh, right.
Yeah, I've heard of that.

I was never really into it.

You're saying you've never
played "Drek's Game"?

Definitely not.

Does the name Paperwhite
mean anything to you?

Are they using my picture as
part of the game or something?

Great.

Dad, I didn't give it
to them.

But you did take it.

Yes, for my boyfriend,
no one else.

Could I ask who
your boyfriend is?

Oh, my ex-boyfriend Marcus.

But he wouldn't have shared it
with anyone.

He could have had
his phone stolen.

Well, he didn't have
his phone stolen,

and neither have I.

I doubt I've even got
that photo anymore.

I hope he's kept it.
I look hot.

Oh, for God's sake.

Marcus was a drama student.
He was surrounded by actresses.

I had to give him something
to think about.

He would never share them.
He's not that guy.

And we're still mates.

Does Marcus have flatmates?

He lives with his sister.

Darcy's a few years
older than him.

She's lovely.

Why would she want to show
anyone that picture?

Could we have
Marcus's details?

Oh, you're not going to be
mean to him, are you?

Give them his damn number.

Come on, don't be like that.

This is one for the memoirs.

Someone has gone catfishing
with my pictures.

- What?
- Oh, come on, Dad.

Even you must have heard
of catfishing.

Someone has been pretending
to be me

to get someone else to fall
for them.

Have you ever spoken to
or messaged with

or had any communication
with a Dr. Vikas Bhardwaj?

Okay, wait.

Yeah, here it is.
He follows me on Twitter.

He always liked my tweets.

- Did you chat with him?
- No.

I didn't really understand
why he was following me.

I only post art stuff
on that account,

and he's, like,
a scientist, right?

He was.
He's dead.

Dead, as in...

Murdered...

in Cambridge.

So this guy Vikas--

the reason he liked
all Nicole's tweets

was because he thought he was
in a relationship with her?

Is that what you're saying?

It would appear
that way, yes.

- Is my daughter in danger?
- Not that I know of.

But it would be best

if you didn't discuss this
with anyone.

I looked at some of the stuff
Vikas posted.

He seemed like a sweet guy.
I hope that I didn't--

You didn't do anything wrong.

We're going to catch
the person who did.

I didn't get banned for
talking to Paperwhite, did I?

I was talking
to Anomie all along.

Anomie created Paperwhite
to keep tabs on Vikas

because he
doesn't trust anyone.

He gave Vikas someone
to fall in love with

so that he'd know
what he was thinking.

It was Paperwhite

that suggested
they get in touch with us.

As soon as Vikas agreed,

Anomie knew his friend couldn't
be trusted, so he killed him.

So brutal.

Are you okay?
I saw the bombing on the news.

Yeah.

I'm fine, though.

So are you coming over
to mine?

No, I've checked
into a hotel.

So sorry.
This bed's actually tiny.

You fucking dick.

Yeah, fair play.

You can smoke
if you open a window.

Gonna try and give this
a proper go.

How do you know
when they're done?

What do you mean?

What's the equivalent
of smoking it down to the butt?

Oh, maybe they've run out
of battery.

You'll have to ask Pat.

Who was your phone call?

Nobody important.

My mum's been
on the phone twice already.

The bombing has been
on the news.

How's she taking it?

Oh, you know, she thinks
I should go home.

You can, um--you can have
the drawer if you want.

No, it's okay.

I'll have to find a place
for myself anyway.

You letting me stay is more--

You can stay
for as long as you like.

I never use the sofa anyway.
I'm always working.

Thanks.

Joan was very specific
about the right size

for a roast potato.

It used to drive me mad.

Well, um, feel free
to do it any way you like.

Hmm.
Too late for that.

Ah.

Can I borrow your laptop?
Mine was in the office.

Uh, yeah.
What are you going to do?

Everyone we've cleared
of using "Drek's Game"

is back in thanks
to Yasmin Weatherhead.

The only thing we've really
got is Nicole Crystal's photo.

If she's right and it is
nowhere else on the Internet,

then either Anomie's nicked it
off her phone

or he's got it off
her ex-boyfriend Marcus.

I'm following up
with him today.

Right, I, uh--
Oh, I'd better go.

Be careful of Jago Ross.

He's an asshole.

Yeah, I will.

It's not just his first wife
and their children

he's beaten up.

He's hit other women.

Charlotte told me.

When?

Back when she first started
seeing him.

If she knew that about him,
why did she marry him?

She thought
I'd come galloping into church

to save her.

Their kids are worth saving.

Uh, I'll--I'll keep
my distance.

Absolutely no point
having it that low.

Don't be such a bloody coward.

Seriously.

- No, Daddy, that's too high.
- There you are.

It's too high.
She can't do it.

It's not too high.
Of course she can do that.

It's too high.
She can't do it.

- She doesn't know how to do it.
- Don't answer me back!

You are pathetic.

Get in the house now.

Daddy, I can't.
It's too high.

Use the bloody whip
on him, then.

It's too high!

Come on!

Oh!

My leg! My leg!

Oh, get up.

No, stay down!
Stay down.

Who the fuck are you?

I-I think
she's broken her leg.

I'll call an ambulance.

Go and get a blanket.

You're okay.
It'll be okay.

My leg.

What are you staring at?

I need an ambulance, please.

Your mother'll come
and meet you in hospital.

She'll pick your sister up
from here.

I need to get
back to London, okay?

Marcus speaking.

Marcus, it's Cormoran Strike.

Did Nicole mention
I might call?

She did. Yeah.

I just want to say,
I'd never share pics of Nic

or anyone else.

That's scumbag behavior.

I believe you, but can I ask
you some questions?

Sure, sure. Anything.

Have you or your sister

ever been
into "The Ink Black Heart"?

No, not at all.

It's not bad,
but it's not my thing.

They offer me a part in their
movie, it's a different story.

You've never had grief
from any of the fans?

Why would I?

I recognized one of them
being rude

in the comment section
of your Twitter.

I mean, that's just
social media, right?

Someone's going to hate you
just because you exist.

I have to be there
because I'm an actor

and casting people take
that stuff seriously,

but it's a cesspit.

You can ask my sister.

She's deleted
all her accounts.

Yeah, some dickhead posted
her private details on Reddit

and called her
a criminal bitch.

She had strangers
writing to our parents

to call her a whore.

It was fucked up.

What was going on in her life
when that happened to her?

Nothing.
It was out of the blue.

We were both
in London studying.

I was doing drama school.
She was at RGM.

I don't know.
She's nice to everybody.

She was gutted about it.

Deleted everything
and cried for about a month.

As soon as we find out
who's responsible,

- we'll let you know.
- Thanks, man.

I'll kill him myself if you
throw me a name and address.

Be in touch.

- Give me your camera.
- No.

You've been trespassing.

Right to roam.
Sometimes people get lost.

No need for a performance.
Your camera's off now.

Hand it over
before you get hurt.

I know exactly who you are.

You're Cormoran Strike's
little bitch.

Big day for you.

Why don't you take a break
from hurting women

and go fuck yourself?

It's too high.
She can't do it.

You are pathetic.

Get in the house now.

Daddy, I can't.
It's too high.

Use the bloody whip
on him, then.

Had some work done?

I suppose none of us
are getting any younger.

Let's get this over with.

I've settled with her.

Corm.

What are you doing here?

And the Oscar
for Best Actress...

I didn't know
he was coming, actually.

Jago has just offered
to avoid court,

and I'm being given
an extra 200,000--

199,000 for James
and 1,000 for Mary.

Or is a girl even worth that?
I don't know.

Not if she takes
after her mother.

Huh.

That's my final offer.

I'm only making it
to spare my children

having to read about their
mother in the future.

Now, what about you?

I want my agency kept
out of your shit show.

That's all.

What about the video?

What video?

We've got footage
of Jago forcing his daughter

to attempt a jump that
resulted in serious injury.

We've also got him hitting
his older daughter.

Your ex-wife
has seen the footage

and is considering
filing for sole custody.

Needless to say,
we'll keep the originals.

If my name comes up in court
or at any other time,

the tabloids will be sent
copies as well.

I never slept
with your wife, Jago.

You should know
how she works by now.

Don't ever contact me again,
either of you.

Corm...

- Thank you.
- I didn't do it for you.

I did it for myself
and his daughters.

Don't kid a kidder, Bluey.

Look, I'm free of him now,

and you and Madeline
are over with,

so let's celebrate.

Let's have a drink...

please.

It'll probably end up being
joint custody thanks to you,

so there'll be plenty of time

where it's just you and me
together.

Are you not going
for full custody?

I mean, I can
if you want me to.

Goodbye, Charlotte.

Robin Ellacott.

Footage is perfect.

Our whole problem is over.
Thank you.

I-I just got a call
diverted from the office.

It was, um--
it was a death threat.

Where are you?

I'm at--at the flat.
Where are you?

You need to get out of there.
Go to a hotel.

But t-t-they've arrested
the Halvening.

Only the ones
they know about.

No, I mean,
I'm better off here.

The--the--the door's
double-locked, the alarm's on.

I mean, if they're outside

hoping that I'll panic
and run, then...

Call a cab.
Ask for a male driver.

Tell him you'll need help
with your bags.

I mean, i-it's probably just
someone trying to scare me.

They're fucking terrorists!

Everything they do
is supposed to scare

the shit out of people!

And if it's not the Halvening,
if it's Anomie--

Can you--can you just stop
shouting at me?

Listen to me.

I'll come and get you.

What just happened?

Nothing.

It's your leg, isn't it?

Will you forget about me?

All right, Cormoran,
I-I-I will call a taxi.

I will get a male driver--
everything you said.

I'll, um...

Meet me at the Z Hotel.

Your muscles are very tight.

Hamstring's gone before.

If I could just get
some painkillers...

I have tried to lose
weight, but--

Yeah? What's your poison?
Curry and beer.

Yeah, you're good at this.

At the very least,
you've damaged your ligaments.

You'll have to keep weight
off it for four to six weeks.

Ice packs, elevation--
I'm sure you know the drill.

Can you, uh, raise
the leg for me?

Has it done that before?

It used to spasm
after the amputation.

It stopped after a few months.

How long ago was
the amputation?

Seven years--
IED in Afghanistan.

Okay.
You can get dressed again.

Thanks.

It's, um...

unusual for myoclonus
to start up again like this.

I'm getting older.
Everything's falling apart.

Are you under
a lot of stress?

No more than usual.

Look, you've got
other patients to see.

You're my patient now,

and this is relevant
to your treatment.

I just need some painkillers,
decent ones.

I can give you
a week's worth,

but they're not going
to fix anything.

You need to work
on a proper recovery.

Ah.

Hey.

How did you get on?

I think I know who it is.

Anomie?

He used the same trick
to go after Kea Niven

and Darcy Bernard.

Hated them enough
to get careless.

Now, there's work to be done
to make that stick.

Grant Ledwell lied to us.

We need to get the truth
out of him.

He's agreed to see us.

Are you okay?

I've asked Barclay to talk
to Darcy Bernard.

I don't want to scare
anyone off,

but we don't have enough time
to cover it all ourselves.

Anomie knows we're closing in.

If he thinks
he's about to get caught,

I'm worried he'll go out
like his hero.

- Who's his hero?
- Marc Lépine.

Killed 14 women
and blamed feminism.

Anomie had several accounts.

He uses the name
Lépine's Disciple

- for one of them.
- Oh, yeah.

I-I remember that one.

He, um--he sent a question
to Josh and Edie.

He asked if they were a couple.

Well, any woman who hurts
Anomie's feelings

gets destroyed.

Kea Niven and Darcy Bernard
are two of them.

I'm sure there's more.

- Is that for me?
- Yes.

Thank you.
I need to lie down.

- Do you want me to--
- I've got it. I got it.

Here.

I'm worried about you.

You don't need to be.

Apart from anything,
how would you defend yourself?

You're saying I'm a dead
weight in my own agency.

No, that's not
what I'm saying.

No, don't twist my words.

You would never let
someone else out on a job

in your condition, ever.

It's my decision.

Oh, for Christ's sake.

I don't want to lose you.

And the more
you keep pushing yourself,

the more likely that is.

Look, I...
I didn't want to say anything,

but you are in pain
all the time now.

And if you won't hear it
from a friend,

then you need to hear it
from your business partner.

I'll sort myself out.

I'm trying.

Just let me get through this.

- Hi, Barclay.
- I'm here.

Darcy will be back from work
in about an hour.

Try not to scare her.

I'll be on my best behavior.
Don't you worry.

Lovely house.

Cheers, but, uh...

we're not staying.

Decided to go back to Oman--

better schools,
plenty of sunshine,

and nobody watches
bloody "Ink Black Heart."

They've got most
of the Internet blocked,

which I reckon is a good thing.

Now come on.
What's the update?

We're 90% sure
we know who Anomie is.

Oh, 90% is good enough
for me.

We can't act on it
till it's proven.

Oh, come on.
Who is it?

The thing is, we're missing
a key piece of evidence,

but I'm hoping
you can help us with that.

Me?

The call you had with Edie,

the one where she said
she thought

Josh Blay was trying
to push her out, when was that?

Last year sometime.

Could you be more precise?

June.

Edie rang you
on your mobile number?

Yeah.

When was the last time you
had spoken before that call?

- Sorry, how is this relevant?
- It's relevant.

I'm just going to go
and check on Heather.

Might need a bit
of good cop, bad cop.

How bad do you want me to be?

Don't be afraid
to call me a prick.

I'm going to have to go
and help

with kids' bedtime soon,
so, um...

Not a problem.
We'll be quick.

Have you had any more calls
about digging up Edie

and looking at those letters?

No, just the two
I told you about--

the first one to Heather,
and the second one was me.

- So was it Anomie doing that?
- No, it wasn't.

Did they say which letter
to look at in particular?

Just said to look at them.

The thing is, when you
told me about the call,

you didn't say anything
about the letters.

You just told me the caller
said, "Dig up Edie Ledwell."

Why would you leave out
the letters?

Well, his niece
had just been murdered.

Thank you. Exactly.

Well, then later on,

you told me you drove over
to give the undertaker

"the sodding thing," singular.

It implies you just gave him
one letter, not two.

Yeah, but like your partner
says, I've been grieving,

so if I got mixed up--

So, when the police
ask the undertaker,

will he say he put one letter
in the coffin or two?

Well, why would the police
ask him that?

Because it's a murder case

and people who lie
tend to get caught out.

Cormoran!

You're making it out
like Mr. Ledwell

has done something wrong,
which is clearly not the case.

I'm so sorry.

Everything you've been through
must have been really tough.

Yeah, it's been bloody tough.

And I really don't see
what difference it makes

what went into the coffin.

Would you admit that you did
put one letter in the coffin?

No, I'm asking
how this is relevant?

The police have looked
at the phone records,

including yours.

You never had a phone call
with Edie about Josh Blay

or anything else.

We weren't supposed
to tell him that.

I-it's standard procedure.

It doesn't imply that
the police think you're guilty.

I have done nothing.

We've established that Edie
never called you about Josh.

In fact, there's no evidence
that Josh or Katya Upcott

ever tried to push Edie out,

but you clearly think
otherwise,

and I think
there's a reason for that.

H-he's not going
after you, Grant.

He just needs to know
the truth.

There was
other circumstantial evidence.

Can I get you chaps
some crisps?

Grant was just telling us

how he didn't put the letter
in the coffin.

Oh, you've told them.

- That's good.
- Shut up.

It's good that you've told
them to come clean,

because withholding evidence
in a murder case--

It's not withholding
evidence, Cormoran.

Uh, this is his niece
we're talking about.

He was well within his rights

to open that letter
and read it.

- That's what I told him.
- Go and put the kids to bed!

I am not admitting
to reading them,

and I am not admitting
to keeping any of them.

So you did keep it.

That's good.

That's good.

Grant, you do need to give us
that letter.

It was disgusting
what Josh wrote.

And shame on Katya
for writing it down.

I would never have buried Edie
with that bit of filth.

Could you go and get
the letter for us now, please?

We have a-a great relationship
with the police.

We'll make sure you're
well looked after.

Nicole said someone stole
photos off my brother's phone?

It might be the same person

who put your details
on that Reddit page.

Yeah, that wasn't great.

Look, I can't make
any promises, Darcy,

but can I show you some photos

of people
that we've been looking at?

See if you recognize anyone?

Oh, God.

It's him.

You've got to be pretty sick
to write that.

Go on.

You read it.

"You told me
I'm just like you.

"You made me think
you loved me

"and dropped me
like a piece of shit.

"If you'd have lived,

"you'd have used and tortured
more men for kicks,

"spitting them out
once you were bored.

"You are an arrogant,
despicable bitch.

"And I want these words
to rot beside you.

"Look up from hell and watch
while I take control

of 'The Ink Black Heart'
forever."

People think that Josh
and Katya are harmless.

They've got no fucking idea.

I've got a photo of that
list that Katya gave us.

The handwriting's completely
different to Katya's.

Hi, Barclay.
We're just in the car.

Did you get anything
from Darcy Bernard?

She made a positive ID.

She invited him to a party,
out of pity, basically.

Then he got pissed off when he
found out she had a boyfriend.

She says he sat on the sofa
till most people had gone.

Then he tried to jump her
in the bathroom.

Her brother had to wade in
and kick him out.

Did you confirm how they met?

It was like you reckoned.
He was a few years below her.

I, uh--I called
the Royal Guild of Music

to ask them to, you know,
pretend to check a reference.

Turns out, he hasn't submitted
work in a year.

He's told them
he's been in hospital.

- When did you call them?
- About half an hour ago.

Thank you, Barclay.

Dial the number.

It's important the college
doesn't contact his family.

I'm sorry to say that I've
already spoken to his father.

Is that a problem?

I'll deal with it.
Thank you for your time.

It's Langbourne Road,
number 11.

The postcode is NW36MC.

That's Northwest,
3, 6, Mike, Charlie.

Okay. Thank you.

If his dad confronts him
about college,

he'll know it's over.

Just have to hope
he's not at home.

He's always at home, though.

How long before
the police arrive?

At least five minutes.

Hi. Yeah, we're just pulling
into the road now,

so I'm going to go and try
and contact the family.

Okay, I'm putting
the phone down now.

Bye.

- They're not answering.
- Nothing we can do.

Wait for the police.

What are you doing?

Don't be a fucking idiot.

Robin! Robin!

Robin!

Robin!

Help me, please!

Strike!

No!

I'll fucking kill you!

- Someone help!
- Flavia!

Rape alarm--
that's a great idea.

Some women...

they fantasize about it.

Go on, then.

Give it your best shot.

Aah!

- Flavia!
- I'm up here.

- Help your mum.
- Okay.

Press down hard.

Aah!

You fucking whore!

If you get a chance to run,
do it.

Take off
your fucking clothes,

or I'll make you watch me
cut their heads off!

Gus!

Put the knife down, son.

He--he stabbed his mother.
We need to call an ambulance.

- Get off me.
- I've already done that.

He stabbed someone
else downstairs.

- Get off me!
- Calm down. Stay still, Gus.

You fucking bitch!

Get the fuck off me!

Punctured lung.

Don't talk.

You got the door open...

even after...

Thank you.

They're here.

Just focus on holding on.

Robin.

Huh?

I...

Uh...

Hi.

How are you?

I'm lucky compared to Josh.

And I know I have to be strong

because he'll need me.

Flavia needs you
more than anyone.

They both do.

My poor Inigo.

He loved us so much, and...

Gus couldn't see it.

Did--did I let Gus down?

I feel like I must have done.

Yeah, I must have.

I came in earlier,
but you were...

On a lot of morphine.

They've reduced it.

I understand
how people get used to it.

I've brought you
nicotine patches...

- Mm.
- And a flask of tea.

And Pat made you
another fruitcake.

Always liked that woman.

You can chuck that in the bin.

We broke up.

Oh.

- I'm sorry.
- I'm not.

What did the police find?

In Gus's room?

Oh, well, latex masks,
a Taser, knives,

all hidden
under the floorboards.

He played a recording
of cello practice

to keep his parents off his
back while he played the game.

Was he bugging them?

Yeah, he bugged
the living room,

and every conversation Katya
and Josh had, he recorded it.

And they found the letter
from Josh to Edie,

the real one.

And Flavia saw Gus swap it
for the one he had written.

Yeah. How did you know?

It could have only been her
making those calls

about Edie's coffin.

Yeah, she used
a-a voice-change app.

She was terrified that Gus'd
find out she'd told someone.

I think she's the only one
in the Upcott family

who had any sense
of what Gus was.

Clever girl.

If I hadn't gone
in the house, you wouldn't--

If you hadn't gone in,

Gus would have killed
Katya and Flavia

before the police got there.

If I'd have known you were
going to follow me in--

I'll always follow you in.

Been to the office yet?

Um, no, not yet.

I'm going to go in
this afternoon.

I've asked for some changes.

- Hot-pink walls.
- Hmm.

Leopard-skin carpets.

No, I finally sorted
something out.

It's an improvement.

Hmm.

I better get going, then.

If you're up for it,
you could come back later.

I've got fruitcake
and nicotine patches.

Make an evening of it.

Um, well, actually...

I can't tonight
because I've, um...

I'm going on a date.

DCI Murphy asked me out.

Seems like a decent bloke.

Can I come back tomorrow?

Yeah.

Great.

See you tomorrow, then.

Mm.

It must have been
frightening.

I don't remember
feeling that.

The last thing was...

I was trying to tell Robin...

I couldn't get the words out.

Trying to tell Robin what?