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

There should still
be people here.

For a buried child,
you'd dig up half the wood.

Chiswell couldn't have just
sent them away though.

[Geraint] Jimmy, we want the same thing. Aamir's taking care of it.

[cell phone dings]

What are you doing in here?

How was lovely
Henry Drummond?

Oh, shut up, Izzy!
For God's sake!

[Robin] I'm not really
in the mood.

-[fabric rips]
-Ah!

-Murderer!
-What did that girl just say?

Why don't you shut up,
you stupid bitch!

You've been taking money
out of your own charity,
Geraint.

That'll ruin you
if it gets out.
You and Della both.

Come and see me
at Ebury Street tomorrow,
10:00 a.m.

I think I might have
another job for you.

If Chiswell finds me,
he'll kill me.

Billy! I need an ambulance.

♪ You and me ♪

♪ Me and you ♪

♪ Somehow we make it through ♪

♪ I may be gone ♪

♪ I may be far away ♪

♪ But I walk beside you ♪

♪ Every step of the way ♪

♪ When you're used ♪

♪ Bruised ♪

♪ Black and blue ♪

♪ Don't think about it ♪

♪ Never doubt it ♪

♪ I walk beside you ♪

[doorbell rings]

[Robin] It's open.

You okay?

Uh...

-Where's Chiswell?
-He's, uh...

How'd you get in?

Door wasn't
shut properly.

-Have you called the police?
-Not yet.

He doesn't
have a pulse though,
I checked.

-Got a spare pair of gloves?
-Yeah.

I'm going to have
a quick look around.

In case anyone
is still here.

Police, please.

My name's Cormoran Strike.

I've come to meet
a government minister
and I've found him dead.

Can I give you the address?

231 Ebury Street. SW1...

[camera shutter clicks]

[Kinvara]
You've been stressed and
unpleasant for a long time

and I've tried to help you,
but tonight
was the final straw.

How stupid
do you think I am,

putting that girl
from your office
right under my nose?

I've had enough.
I've gone back
to Oxfordshire.

Once I've made
arrangements for the horses,
I'll clear out for good.

The place is empty.

I think he's drunk something.
There's a residue
in the glass.

There's some crushed pills
in the kitchen.

Do you think
he left the door open
so we'd find him?

[Robin] He seemed happy
last night.

We'd solved
his biggest problem.

[siren blaring]

[Robin] I feel bad that
Izzy is paying our bill
out of her own pocket.

[Cormoran]
It won't be for nothing.

She will want to know
what the police are thinking.

[Robin] Did you ask Wardle?

DCI McMurran called him.
He's not allowed
to talk to me.

She's done the same
with every Met detective
I've worked with.

I suppose a dead
government minister isn't
a case you want to mess up.

[cell phone chimes]

Billy's been moved
out of critical care.

Oh, good. Can we see him?

We can try.

We'll head there
when we're finished here.

[Robin] Thanks.

And that's Papa's last invoice,
paid in full.

It's appreciated.
Thanks, Izzy.

The police still think
it might be suicide.

It's not true.

See, Papa would never
have killed himself.

He always said
it was the coward's
way out.

Kinvara murdered him.

Have you
any evidence for that?

I just know she did!

I want to hire you
to prove it.

We can't take a case
on those terms.

Either you want the truth,
however it turns out,

or you look
for a different agency.

[scoffs] I'm just
trying to save you time.

Seeing as I'll be
paying for your time.
But...

Let me ask you
a question then.

Okay.

We heard the police
were digging on
your family's estate.

Oh, my God, that?
That was so bizarre.

Yeah, they just
swooped in and dug up
one of our old pets.

What kind of pet?

Oh, it was, like, um,
a miniature pony we had.

It was buried behind
the handyman's cottage.

The police wrote to Papa
and apologized.

How did the pony die?
Do you know?

Um, it was an accident.

What kind of accident?

[scoffs]

Freddie was doing
target practice
with his rifle and...

Well...

Papa wasn't very happy,

even if he didn't
mean to hit her.

You don't do that
to an animal, do you?

Look, will you help me?

Please?

Horse bones!

I suppose you might bury a pet
in the middle of the night

if you're in a hurry
to get rid of it.

Yeah, because you've
used it as target practice

when you've run out
of women to humiliate.

And his father protected him!

We don't know that.

Yeah, well, you didn't hear
the way that Chiswell talked
to Izzy and Kinvara.

They're not men.
So they just didn't
matter to him.

Billy still saw a girl
strangled though, didn't he?

I mean,
if he was close enough
to see her wet herself,

he can't have been wrong
about that.

Yeah, I still believe him.

So Billy's attacked
and Chiswell is dead.

And our new client pins it all
on the wicked stepmother.

[Robin] I suppose
this whole estate
belongs to Kinvara now?

Everyone, um,
this is Cormoran Strike.

I'm pleased to say
that he's agreed to
look into Papa's death.

Um, this is my sister Fizzy
and her husband, Torquil.

Please.

-Hi, Raff.
-Robin, is it?

Do I have that right?

Izzy said you used to
see Charlotte Campbell,
is that right?

Lucky man.

If we could start with
a few general questions.

I have to say,
with apologies to the girls,

but it's completely bloody
obvious the old man felt
he just couldn't go on.

Blackmailed by this
Jimmy Knight chap.

All got too much for him.

Oh, well, you didn't help
in that regard.

Jasper took investment advice
from Torquil.

Almost ruined us.

Kinvara, we've been
through that!

He wanted high returns
and that always comes
with a risk.

And now it's your child
who'll inherit what's left!

Well, not until I'm dead.

I have the right to stay.

Jasper promised me.

Beyond Papa's personal effects,
you have no claim whatsoever.

The estate goes to
the next male in line.

And no bastards allowed.

You'd need an income
for the upkeep.

How would you even
pay the bills?

Everyone, please--

Yes, let's focus
on the real issues
while we have guests,

namely what a shit
our dad could be.

You are only here
by invitation.

Yeah, go on,
get your notebook out
and start listing

-the shittiest things
that Dad did while--
-That's enough, boy!

Don't call me "boy."

Oh, little Raffi's upset
'cause he got written out
of the will.

I already knew that
you'd taken care of that.

Oh, Jasper needed
no persuasion from me.
Trust me.

Please, can everybody--

Welcome to the family.

[laughs]
This isn't a family.

Keys!

How many keys are there
to the house on Ebury Street?

[Kinvara]
There were three.

Mine, Jasper's,
and the cleaner had one.

Jasper let her go when
we were tightening our belts.

And she forgot to give it back.

-When was that?
-Oh, I don't know.

Few weeks before he died?

What was her name?

I don't know.
I never met her.

She was Polish.
I know that.

Jasper wrote her a note,
and she had
one of those surnames

where there are C's and Z's
all over the place.

You don't know
her first name?

Town was Jasper's concern.
I was hardly ever there.

Any copies of the keys?

Nope.

And you can't copy them.
They're restricted.

On some kind of
central register.

When was the last time
you spoke to your husband?

[Kinvara] Uh, I went back
to Ebury Street

after that thingy with
the disabled athletes

and I...

Well, I left a note for him,
and then I came back here.

Got the train
from Paddington.

Look, he treated me horribly.

I am not to blame
for his doing that.

It's all right, Kinvara.

I don't believe for a second
Papa would have killed himself
over you leaving him.

[Kinvara]
Can't you just borrow
the police's notes?

We've done this.

Just answer his questions.

You treat me like a guest
in my own home!

Well, no!
You're the guests.

I'm going for a ride
and when I get back,
I want all of you gone.

You're no longer
welcome here.

I'm sure our charming hostess
means to offer you tea
at some point.

We're gonna have to sue
to get her out of here,
if it comes to it.

-Please--
-[Cormoran] Thank you
for your time, everyone.

We'll follow up with
each of you individually.

Sorry for your loss.

-So long, Venetia.
-Bye, Raff.

[Robin]
Lovely bunch, aren't they?

[Cormoran] I am thinking
it might have been suicide
after all.

-He couldn't face
another family gathering.
-[Robin chuckles]

[Robin] Bloody hell.
Cormoran, that's a bit dark!

Do you, uh, want me to
drop you off at the office?

[Cormoran]
No, let's try and see Billy.

Whatever this is,
it began with the girl
he saw strangled.

[Dr. Kamila]
Billy can't have visitors.

Not until we're confident
that he's in recovery.

And are you sure
that all his wounds
are self-inflicted?

No, but they're not
typical of an assault.

They're more like, well...

I don't know quite
how to describe it.

Is it something like, um...

Like that?

How did you--

Billy asked us to
remember this shape when
he first came to see us.

It's a prehistoric
chalk horse.

There's one on the hillside
near where he grew up.

What does it mean to him?

That's what
I'd like to ask him. [sighs]

Could we just
have five minutes?

We'll leave
if he gets upset.

Sorry. We really can't.

He doesn't have the capacity
to approve visitors.

It wouldn't be ethical.

Is the ward secure?

Well, he's not gonna
run away again if that's
what you're worried about.

I was thinking about
people trying to get in.

He witnessed a crime.

We'll keep him safe.

[Robin] Thank you.

-[Robin sighs]
-[Cormoran] Our one lead
can't talk to us.

The police won't let us
near the evidence.

Not sure
where that leaves us.

I could talk
to Vanessa Ekwensi.

She won't be on
McMurran's radar in the same
way your contacts are.

It'd be a big ask, though.

She's a detective sergeant
now, isn't she?

Hmm.

Maybe ask her if she's
angling for a promotion.

[Robin]
Can we offer her that?

[Cormoran]
I think maybe we can.

-Ian Nash.
-Really?

Who is he?

He's a people-smuggler.
We've been after him
for ages.

That's the detail on how
he launders his money.

Names and addresses.
The lot.

Who's your source?

Someone I've known
since I was a kid.

He knows what
he's talking about.

And I paid him. A lot.

Okay.
Chiswell's cause of death.

Antidepressants
crushed up and dissolved
in orange juice.

That affected his heart,
but it's the bag over his head
that killed him.

Fingerprints?

His fingerprints
were on the glass
and on the carton.

But the rest of the carton
tested negative
for the drugs,

which points to him
mixing up the powder
in the glass.

Time of death?

Pathology gives it
a window of 6:00
to 8:00 a.m.,

but he missed two calls
around 7:00.

I have phone records
for you.

Are the pills that easy
to get hold of?

Well, they're the ones
his wife uses.

And she had a prescription
for them.

Is she missing any?

Well, she said she had
packets everywhere

and wouldn't notice
if some were missing.

Our client thinks
it's murder.

What do you think?

Well, to get the bag
over his head,

I think you'd at least
have needed to
drug him first.

[Cormoran]
Poison the carton
in the night

and then replace it
with a fresh one
in the morning

after he's dead.

Hmm, a proper
creature of habit.

Got up the same time
every morning

and always had
a glass of orange juice
to kick off.

Do the antidepressants
taste of anything?

-They're bitter.
-[Cormoran] Yeah.

But Chiswell's taste buds
didn't work.

I saw him turn down mustard
'cause he wouldn't be able
to taste it.

That's two things
you'd have to know
about him.

That he always drank
a glass of juice

and that he
wouldn't be able
to taste the pills.

That's someone
close to him.

Family or close friend.

Kinvara. Especially seeing
as they're her pills.

Yeah,
but her alibi's watertight.
It's all on CCTV.

She took the train home
to Oxfordshire

and her stable-girl
stays over to help
the farrier first thing.

Her name's Tegan Barlow.

Apparently
the floorboards creak,

and Tegan would
have definitely heard

if Kinvara moved about.
It's a solid alibi.

Izzy's not gonna
like that.

What about the alibis
of those names I gave you?

Well,
Jimmy Knight got cautioned
after he hit you.

He said he went back
to his girlfriend's.

And Geraint Winn
was home with his wife

and an employee of theirs
called Aamir Mallik.

They had dinner
and he stayed over.

He does that a lot,
apparently.

Della Winn
confirmed all that.

And the rest
of the Chiswell family?

All checked out,
or they're home asleep alone.

Kinvara called them
to break the news
when the police arrived.

They were all home
when she rang.

Again, the mast records
check out.

What time was that?

10:30.

-And she had her key on her?
-Yep.

[Cormoran sighs]

Did you find that
Polish cleaner of theirs?

She's vanished.

Guys, that's
everything I've got.
You've rinsed me.

-Thanks, Vanessa.
We really appreciate it.
-Yeah, thank you, Vanessa.

I'll see myself out.

[Robin] See you soon.

-She's great, isn't she?
-[Cormoran] Mmm.

Just looking at
these 7:00 a.m. calls.

Henry Drummond,
Christopher Barrowclough-Burns.

Drummond's the one organizing
the sale of their paintings.

Chiswell came back from
his place just before we went
to that athletics thing.

They must have had
an argument or something.

He came back
in a horrible mood.

-We'll talk to him.
-Hmm.

So let's assume somebody
poisoned the carton.

Chiswell gets up
and pours himself a glass,
like he always does.

Now to make that
look like a suicide,

someone's got to
get in afterward,

set up the crushed-up pills,

replace the drugged carton
with a fresh one,

do the fingerprints
and the rest of it.

Now that's all easy
after he's dead.

You just need access.

But Kinvara's
got her key on her

when the police
come to Chiswell House,

and the second one's
found on the Minister.

The cleaner's got
the only other key.

This might be a long shot.

I heard Jimmy's girlfriend
speaking Polish.

And she was complaining
that Jimmy was making her
scrub toilets.

Maybe she could use
a friend to talk to.

What'd you think?

["Palaces of Montezuma"
playing]

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Psychedelic invocations ♪

♪ Of Mata Hari
At the station ♪

♪ I give to you ♪

♪ A Javan princess
of Hindu birth ♪

♪ A woman of flesh
A child of the earth ♪

♪ I give to you ♪

♪ Well the hanging gardens
of Babylon ♪

♪ Miles Davis
The black unicorn ♪

♪ I give to you ♪

All right? I'm Becca.

[Caroline]
At least you're on time.

My other girl,
every day she's got
some new excuse.

I just don't need it.

Well, thanks for
giving me a go.

-[Caroline] What time is this?
-Tube was delayed.

[Caroline] Of course it was!

[Robin] Uh, no, there were
some delays, actually.

I tried to
get here proper early.
I got stuck as well.

-This is Bibi.
-Becca.

She's doing a trial day for me.
So show her
how everything works.

Right, two things.
Shoplifters, you go for them.

No messing about.

Lunch is 20 minutes each,
and you take it separately.

[chuckles]

Why'd you wanna work here?

Went round all the shops.
She said yes,
so that were it.

I need work.
I got sacked last week.

Don't tell her that.

-Who by?
-Amazon.

-What happened?
-Didn't make my daily rate.

You get targets
for packing and scanning,

you get behind,
they're straight onto you.

My dad would have been like,
"Well, what did you expect?"

I don't know.
It's not a nightmare, is it?

I'll show you how
the till works.

Thanks.

If Jimmy doesn't have
a legal responsibility
for his brother,

I just don't see how--

Yeah. No, I understand.

Send Billy my best.

[footsteps approaching]

Don't.

No, it's good.

Who are you?

Becca. Needed a job.
Worker's rights activism
runs in family.

Favorite band?

The Cure.
But nothing after 1989.

Favorite album?

Head on the Door.

Favorite track
on that album?

"Push." Hands down, mate.
No contest.

And if someone puts it on,
I can sing along
word for word.

[chuckles] You win.

Does Sam know that
he might bump into me,
got up like this?

I've put him on Dodgy Doc.

If we didn't have
someone on that case,
we'd have lost the client.

How's your day been?

Just spoke
to Billy's doctors.

Jimmy's invoked
next-of-kin stuff to make sure
we can't see him.

And I called Izzy's sister
for a follow-up.

Raff's been in touch.

We're gonna go for dinner
in a few days.

You're liking Raff then?

What's all this?

I've put up some
time and date stuff.

Mainly from Geraint
and Jimmy's file.

You know that text message
on Aamir's phone?

In Geraint's office.

He was meeting someone
on the 13th.
I think it was at 8:00 p.m.

[Cormoran]
He wasn't with
Della and Geraint?

Who was he with?

I don't know,
I didn't see the number.

But they signed-off "CBB."

People who called Chiswell
the morning he died.

There's a CBB.
Christopher Barrowclough-Burns.

Who is he?

I'll start to find out.

Huh.

What you doing this evening?

[chuckles]
Revising, I suppose.

One band isn't
really enough, is it?

Just makes me look obsessive
when I'm aiming for
"harmless and not that smart."

[Robin sighs]

-Hello, stranger.
-Morning.

Have you got
five minutes?

Stupid question, really.
I know you haven't,
but all the same.

I'm sorry for saying
"I love you."

Christ, you don't
have to apologize--

No, listen.
I wish I could
take it back, but...

Well, these things happen.

Can we just go back
to how things were?

Hanging out.
Having fun.

I'm sorry.
This case has been...

I was gonna call you.

Anyway.
Yes, let's have dinner.

Tomorrow night?

Okay. Great. Cheers!

That was easy.

How's your day looking?

Got to go
round someone's house
and call them a liar.

You?

Trying to sell
more dresses.

[door closes]

You all right?

Me? Yeah, why?

You just seem proper quiet.

I'm cool.

My boyfriend's being--

Oh, say no more, mate.
Were you thinking
of dumping him?

No. Jimmy and me,
our life is my whole life.

No, it's just that...

We've been through
some mental stuff.

We've been trying to prove
that the people
who make our laws

are the ones doing
the illegal shit,

but I think
maybe it's having
a lawyer as a mum,

it makes you super-aware
of how things can go.

What's Jimmy got you doing?

I'm fine.

Don't worry about me.
If Jimmy tries to
make trouble for me,

he'll find out
I own my own shit.

God, I wish
I had your balls.

I just get
freaked out by everything.

I mean, London's just
proper hard, though,
isn't it?

-Nobody talks to you.
-Hmm.

Do you want to
come out tomorrow?
I'm having a party.

Oh, I don't want--

No, you'll love it.
My mates are amazing.

Don't want to make
a tit of myself.

You're cool.
I'll look after you.

Cool.

-Okay.
-[doorbell jingles]

[phone ringing]

Mr. Mallik.

What do you want?

I'm Cormoran Strike.
I'm an investigator.

Jasper Chiswell's family
hired me.

Can I come in?

-I'm, um--
-I won't take up much time.

It'd mean a lot
to his family.

Okay.

Don't let me keep you
from your lunch.

It can wait.

What's really good with
cheese and pickle is those
crunchy fried onion things.

You can get them in tubs.

It was your partner
who pretended to be
Chiswell's intern, wasn't it?

Spot on.

Could I have
a glass of water, please?

Mind if I take some notes?

I've not got
anything to say.

Easier if I have it at hand,
in case that changes.

So you think I had
something to do
with Chiswell's death?

If you want to blurt out
a confession, feel free.
You'll save me a lot of work.

I'll tell you
something I know.

Maybe we can
start from there.

You were helping Geraint Winn
blackmail Jasper Chiswell.

I wasn't.

So you never
met up with Jimmy Knight?
For example.

Who's Jimmy Knight?

He's the brother of the man
you had staying here.

Billy? Has a thing
about horses?

It's a big place
for one guy.

How much do
the Winns help you out?

London's expensive, so...

Who's Mrs. Collier?

That was Della's mum.

She died recently,
so it was empty.

It's all legal.

This photo used to be
on the Foreign Office website.

They took you on as part
of a diversity scheme.

There you are with the man
they assigned your mentor,

Christopher Barrowclough-Burns.

CBB, as his friends
call him.

Where were you at 6:00 a.m.
on the 14th?

At the Winns' place.
I stayed there.

-With Geraint.
-And Della. Yeah.

So you were all
each other's alibi?

[scoffs]
If you want to call it that.

What made you leave
the Foreign Office, Aamir?

You keep going
back and forth. It's just...

I didn't enjoy it.

How did you meet the Winns?

Oh, I've had enough of this.

Your family disowned you
round about the time
you left the Foreign Office.

Isn't that right?

That was when
the Winns found you.

Here you are
graduating from LSE.

Your whole family there.

That was before they started
with the homophobic comments.

Out.

Why are you lying to me
about where you were
at 6:00 a.m. on the 14th?

Get out now!

You'd stayed the night with
Christopher Barrowclough-Burns.

[grunts]

Don't.

[shatters]

Enough!

You gonna butter me?

[groans]

You try and hurt me again,
I'll snap it.

Stay down.

[panting]

[Robin] And when he came in,
guess who was sat
on the sofa.

-No. No way.
-Yeah.

Oh, my Lord! Really?

What are you doing here?

I need to talk to you.

Can you mind the shop
for a bit?

Uh... You know Caroline's
hanging out across the road.

Is she? Shit.

Well, I mean,
I can be out front
if you want the stockroom.

I can say you're
stocktaking or something.

-Who's this?
-My mate Becca.

-Her dad's a trade unionist.
-Well, he was a rep.

Right, come on then.

Uh, one second.
Can I just get a till roll?

And then it's all yours.

[door opens]

All yours.

You're a bad liar, Aamir.

And you're gonna
get sent to prison if you
don't start telling the truth.

You won't get to share
a cell with Della
and Geraint either.

Leave her out of it. Please.

Della had nothing
to do with anything.

Don't you know what happens
when an MP gets caught
lying to the police?

It's over for them.

[Aamir sobs]

One last time,
before I make these calls
and ruin her.

What were you doing
at 6:00 a.m. on the 14th?

-At his flat.
-Whose?

-You know!
-Say it.

Christopher's.

Why where you there?

I was trying to get
something off his computer.

Some stuff Geraint wanted.

I swear, Della had
nothing to do with it.

Where was Geraint?

I don't know.

I met him later.

And Della lied
to the police.

Yeah, but she only
did that for me.

Please, don't
get her in trouble.

Why was Billy Knight
staying here?

Jimmy needed somewhere

to put him where you
wouldn't find him.

But he was fucking nuts.

We made Jimmy take him back.

Did you get the files
Geraint wanted?

Christopher caught me.

What were these files?

[exhales]

I was told to search
for the keyword, "Murape."

I didn't get any further
than doing that.

Did Geraint ever tell you
why he was
blackmailing Chiswell?

He blames the Chiswells
for his daughter's death.

He told you that?

Did you believe him?

I don't know why he'd lie.

They don't ever
talk about her.

All right, Aamir.

Finish your sandwich.

I'll see you around.

Is the lavender oil
cold-pressed?

Very cold.
That's, uh, 15 quid, please.

[Jimmy and Flick
talking indistinctly]

We've run out of CBD oil.

Everyone's getting
right shirty.

Thanks.

[door closes]

[Flick coughs]

What's he done to you?

It's what I'm gonna do to him
if he keeps on like this.

I can have him
fucking put away
and he knows it!

[sniffles] I'm fine.

[dog barking at a distance]

-Hey.
-That's an interesting
new look.

Oh, it's work.

What's this?

Um...

I tried to get a replacement,
but they're sold out.

So I just had that one mended
as best I could.

I'm sorry.

Thanks.

Nice of you to try.

I don't want you sleeping
in the spare room.

Will you come back?

I feel like you're trying to
punish me for something.

That's not true.

Why do you wanna
be with me, Matt?

Because you're my girl.

[cell phone ringing]

Go on.

[Flick over recording]
Don't go through my bag!
I checked it.

[Jimmy]
I had it in my wallet.

[Flick]
So you dropped it somewhere.

[Jimmy] Yeah,
or someone took it.

[Fick] Why would I take it?

-[Jimmy] Insurance policy?
-Oh, my fucking God. What?

I was only there
because of you!
You've dropped it somewhere.

Go through your own wallet.

[Jimmy]
Get this through your head!

That note proves
we had access.

It's got Billy's
fucking name on it!

Someone just needs to see
Ebury Street on it

and remember that
from the news,
and then we're fucked!

[Flick]
Jimmy, I haven't got it!

[Cormoran]
So there's a note.

If he thinks
she's hiding something

that would incriminate him,
maybe he is right.

Maybe she did take it.

I could see
if I could find it.

She's invited me
to a party at her place.

You're gonna search
during the party?

I'd be subtle.

Jimmy doesn't
think much of women.
He won't see me coming.

Be careful.

And let Vanessa Ekwensi know
what you're planning.

[sighs] I'm sorry. I'll...
I'll call you tomorrow

and we'll get dinner
organized somewhere.

[Lorelei] Well, if you're too all-over-the-place for dinner, you could always come here.

We could have breakfast
in the morning.

Everyone loves breakfast.

-Sounds good. I'll call you.
-[doorbell rings]

It's Cormoran Strike.
We spoke
on the phone earlier.

Yes. Come in, then.

[Cormoran]
Mind if I turn a light on?

Just remember
to turn them off
on your way out.

No sense in burning
the planet needlessly.

We have a Chateauneuf-du-Pape,
2010 open.

Would you pour me
a glass of that?

And pour one for yourself.

Thank you. Very kind.

Are you from
the West Country?

I spent a lot of time
in Cornwall.

I can hear it
in your vowels.

No Geraint?

No. He's moved out.

We're getting divorced.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Thank you.

It'll be in the papers
next week.

Do you know
where he's gone?

No.

I know you lied
to the police, Mrs. Winn.

Aamir wasn't here
the morning
of Chiswell's death.

He wasn't here having dinner
the previous evening.

And he didn't
stay the night.

-I've spoken to Aamir.
He admits it.
-[exhales deeply]

He was at pains to let me know
you hadn't done anything wrong,

apart from lying about
his alibi to the police.

Why did Geraint send Aamir to
Christopher Barrowclough-Burns?

To steal information.
I don't know what.

Does the word "Murape"
mean anything to you?

No.

Given it's the Foreign Office,
I thought it might be
Samuel Murape.

He was a British teenager.

He went missing on his
gap year in Zimbabwe.

Ring any bells?

No. Sorry.

Not my department.

Aamir could go
to prison for this.

All because Geraint needs
someone to blame.

Blame for what?

We had a daughter.

-Rhiannon.
-Hmm.

Geraint, he wanted her
to make friends
with a wider circle.

He thought that way
she'd mix with
"people with connections."

He pushed her into things.

She wanted a pony,
but we couldn't afford it,

and so fencing...
Well, that was his idea.

She was unhappy,

but he promised her
they'd come to like her.

Only in the end...

Well, she killed herself.

Geraint, well, he's always
blamed the Chiswell family.

Well, it's easier than
blaming himself.

Aamir...

well, he's been
like a son to us.

And Geraint,

well, he would have
sacrificed him.

I won't ever forgive him.

-[upbeat music playing]
-[indistinct chatter]

[Robin] Hiya.

-You all right?
-[Flick] Becca! You came! Yes.

-I brought this.
-Oh, you're so sweet.

Let's get you a drink.
Hope you're ready
to get mushered.

Brooke.

Yeah.

Hayley, what do you
reckon about my mate
Becca getting

Laura's half of the room
once she--

Shanice asked already.

She didn't ask me.

Do you wanna
tell her no?

-Mate, I'm sorry.
-It's all right.

Jimmy's arrived.

In a bit.

[music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[music continues]

[knocking on door]

Oi! Hurry up!

Becca, was it?

Yeah. What were
your name again?

Jimmy.

Nice to meet you, Jimmy.

Sorry, I'm a bit pissed.

What's your last name?

-You what?
-Your last name.

Cunliffe. Like, do you wanna
look at my birth certificate?

I'm old enough to drink
if that's what
you're worried about,

losing your license.

Nah, it's cool.

We've had some problems
with the security service
recently,

so we check
the newbies out.

Oh, right.

It was nice to
meet you, Becca.

You, too.

[knocking on door]

[Digby] There's lots of hits
for Cunliffe in Yorkshire.

What's Becca short for?

Are you fucking kidding?

All right.

Let's assume "Rebecca."

[knock on door]

Oh, one second.
Won't be a minute!

[camera shutter clicking]

[Digby scatting]

"The wedding
of Miss Robin Ellacott

to Mr. Matthew Cunliffe,

both from Masham.

Mr. Cunliffe is
a qualified accountant.

Miss Ellacott has
a somewhat unorthodox
employment,

being a partner at..."

Jimmy, she's a fucking spy.

Hey. Don't be greedy!

Who the fuck is she, Flick?

What?

[Digby]
"Hashtag Robin Ellacott,
hashtag Robin Cunliffe."

Works for Strike.

The fuck have you done?

Where the fuck is she?

Where's Becca?

[man]
I think she's in the loo.

Hey, what's up?

Open the fucking door.

Come on!

Move!

This is some
deep-state shit.

Shut up, Digby.

What are you gonna do when
we find her though, Jimmy?

[Jimmy]
I'll fucking kill her!

[DS Ekwensi on phone]
We've got two units
on the way to you now.

Okay, great.
Thanks, Vanessa.

Thanks. Bye.

[Robin] Shit.

[Robin panting]

[Jimmy grunts]

Bitch!

[male officer] You okay?

I'm Robin Ellacott.

-[female officer]
Keep still, sir.
-I called Vanessa Ekwensi.

That's...
He's Jimmy Knight.

[female officer]
We've arrived at the scene.
She is with us now.

Just lie still, in case
you've injured your neck.

[sirens wailing]

Okay. We've got a male,
he's breathing and conscious.

Can we get LAS
on the scene?

[male officer] Police!

[indistinct clamoring]

Out of the way!

Hey. You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

[Cormoran] How did you guess
where she'd hid it?

Just a hunch.

DCI McMurran rang
this morning.

-Have they charged him?
-Still being questioned.

They'll get an extension
to 36 hours.

She was really just ringing
to say thank you

in a roundabout way,
said I'd pass it on.

[Robin] It's definitely
Chiswell's handwriting.

[Cormoran] Jimmy Knight's
got an old Suzuki.

I've got a photo of him
driving Aamir.

I'm assuming
"Bill" is Billy?

Jimmy obviously
thinks it is.

Or "Bill" could be a bill.

What's "blanc de blanc"?
White from white?

Blanc de Blancs is a champagne
made from 100%
Chardonnay grapes.

Something you learn
at Oxford.

No, wait...

I've seen
"Blanc de Blanc" before.

[Cormoran]
What we looking at?

Matt's Instagram.

Where we went
on our anniversary,

it's only an hour
from Chiswell House.

I'm sure I remember
there being a...

Nobody buzzed.

-Hey.
-Someone let me in.

I thought
it was my best chance
of actually seeing you.

-Do you want
to go through--
-Here's fine.

I've called. I've texted.

You stood me up.

-Are you sure we can't--
-You know, if you want
a hot meal

and a shag with no
human emotions involved,

there are restaurants
and brothels.

If you're not prepared
to pay for it,

at least have the decency
to treat that person

with the minimum of respect.

A phone call to say
you won't be calling again.

Breaking up with someone
by telling them,
not just hiding.

This is how it's done,
you fucking coward.

Face-to-face.

[footsteps receding]

Yeah. Blanc de Blanc
is a room at that hotel.

That was a bit awkward.

[Robin clears throat]

Well, she should really
have buzzed up first.

Not fair to take someone
by surprise like that.

I suppose living
above your office though,

it's that work-life balance
people talk about, isn't it?

[manager]
Ms. Chiswell's happy for us
to share the records.

We have to keep it all
in case there are
insurance claims.

So you have the room.

One registered guest,
Kinvara Chiswell.

Dinner for two,

and afternoon tea
taken in her room.

How about cars?

Yes, um...

She registered a Mercedes
with reception.

Is that a list
of all the cars that day?

Jimmy Knight's Suzuki.

I overheard Chiswell
on the phone to a hotel,

asking for details
about the bill.

Sounds like he thought
she was having an affair.

Wrote down everything
he could piece together

about where she'd been.

That's the note that Flick
stole from Ebury Street.

Do you think
Jimmy and Kinvara
are sleeping together?

Kinvara poisons
the carton of juice then
heads back to Oxfordshire.

Jimmy lets himself in
using Flick's key
and stages a suicide

after Chiswell's dead.

[Robin] It works,
doesn't it?

[Cormoran]
I'll call DCI McMurran,

after we tell her
what we found,
she'll owe us a favor.

[Matthew over phone] Yeah, sorry, it's just a work thing,

so I'm gonna be late.

All right, okay.

Well, will you want dinner?

No, no, no, I'll get
something with Tom.

We're going to be a while
sorting this shitstorm out.

[exhales]
Well, uh, I'm back now,

so I'll probably just get
an early night.

I'm completely done.

All right, well,
I'll try not to wake you
when I come in.

Okay.

[dog barking at a distance]

Ow!

[keys jingling]

Hey. Thought you'd be asleep.

No. I'm awake.

Right.

Would you like
a cup of tea or...

Are we going
on a mini-break or...

I'm leaving you.

-Sorry?
-You heard me.

-You want to leave me?
-No, I am leaving you.

Why?

Because you're
sleeping with Sarah.

-Robin--
-Oh, don't bother.
You're no good at it.

Let's just...

[sighs] Let's just sort out
some practical things,
and then I'm going.

Rob... Robin.

Hang on.

Are you being serious
about this?

She's not stupid.

She pointed these out
to me at the party,

and then
magically one appears
by the side of my bed.

[sighs]

I suppose you promised her
you'd tell me eventually.

Well, she got bored waiting.
Good for her.

Have you...
Have you spoken to Tom?

Oh, Matt. Are you anxious
about your prospects
for promotion?

No, this has nothing
to do with work.

I have, actually.
I have spoken to Tom.

You said you were
eating with him tonight.

Or have you forgotten
what lies you've told?

He said he wasn't with you.

Had no plans to see you.

I've just been ending it
with Sarah,
that's where I've been.

[scoffs]

[cell phone ringing]

Don't answer it.

Hi, Cormoran.

Hey, DCI McMurran wants
to see us at 9:00 a.m.
She thinks we're right.

Now's not the fucking time,
all right?

Sorry about that.

Everything all right?

Yeah, it's fine.
And, I'll meet you there
in the morning.

Just text me the address.

[line disconnects]

We're trying to
save our marriage and
you're taking calls from him?

I'm not trying
to save our marriage.

Well, I am!

You know that everything that
happened with Sarah is--

Matthew! The problem is
that I don't care
that you're cheating again.

I don't wanna
be with you anymore.

We should have split up
on honeymoon.

I mean, we shouldn't
have even got married.

I thought I owed you
this face-to-face.

How do you think
your life looks
to other people?

You bailed out on uni.
Now you're bailing out on us.

You're a flake.

You're a peeping Tom
for a living,

and you managed to
get sacked from that.

You know
he's only taken you back
because you're cheap.

Thank you.

You've just made this
really easy.

[car horn honks]

-Let me past.
-No.

-Matthew, get out of the way.
-I'm not gonna let you.

That is not
your decision to make,

and I'm not
that person anymore.

You're my wife!
I have the right
to fight for this.

Listen, I'm not going to
let you fail.

Not with this one.

We're gonna
work it out together.
Will you please just sit down?

Look at you, you're a mess.

You're shaking.

You don't want to
be on your own.
Trust me.

I have a taxi outside.

I'm leaving now.

You'll have to hurt me
to make me stay,

and I'll get you done
for assault,

and you'll be ruined.

Robin, you won't do that.
You won't do that.

[exhales]

I was falling out of love
with you at uni.

We'd have broken up then.

But then I got attacked
and I just needed
to feel safe,

and you gave me that.

But it's not enough.

I don't love you.

The truth is,
I'd have never have married you
if I hadn't have been raped.

[door closes]

-[driver] All set?
-[sobbing]

I'm sorry.

I just...

I just left my husband.

Yeah?

I've left two.

Gets easier with practice.

[laughs]

[theme music playing]