All language subtitles for Strike - S01E01 - Episode 1 (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

( camera shutters clicking )

- ( muffled chatter )
- ( mouths ) Oh.

( camera shutter clicks )

Man:
You look lovely, Lula!

- ( camera shutter clicks )
- Man #2: Lula, over here!

Lula, just turn around!

( sighs )

( phone ringing )

No, I don't wanna
see you again.

( doorbell rings )

( sighs )

( exhales, echoes )

( phone ringing )

( sirens wailing
in distance )

( police radio chatter )

( camera shutter clicking )

( music playing )

♪ You and me ♪

♪ Me and you ♪

♪ Somehow
we made it through ♪

♪ I may be gone ♪

♪ I may be far away ♪

♪ But I walk
beside you ♪

♪ Every step
of the way ♪

♪ When you're used,
bruised ♪

♪ Black and blue ♪

♪ Don't think about it ♪

♪ Never doubt it ♪

♪ I walk beside you. ♪

Automated voice:
Doors will open on
the left-hand side.

Change for
the Northern line.

( chatter )

- ( clatter )
- Woman: Why are you
doing this?

Man:
'Cause I can't
live with you anymore!

( arguing continues )

Woman:
Where are you
going to sleep next?

Man:
I don't know, but anywhere
will be better than--

- ( thuds )
- Man: Ah!

- You mad bitch!
- ( crashing )

Woman:
You need me.
You just watch.

( clattering )

- ( thudding )
- Man: Walk away!

( door slams )

You'll come
running back!

You always do!

- Charlotte!
- ( gasping )

( fabric tears )

- ( panting )
- Ah, yeah.

Sit down.

- You okay?
- Uh, yeah, sorry.

- Sorry about that.
- Oh, it's fine.

Um...

( sighs )

Um...

How can I help you?

Oh, um,
I'm the new temp.

- I'm here for the week.
- No, I cancelled that.

- Um...
- Definitely.

( exhales )
They're pretty strict
on refunds.

( chuckles )

Okay.

I'll just,
uh, clear this.

So, do you
want me to...?

Yeah, just,
you know.

I'll be
in my office.

Okay.

( sighs )

( sighs )

( knocking on door )

- Hello.
Can I help you?
- Oh, hi.

Um, my name's
John Bristow.

I'd like to speak
to Mr. Strike
if possible.

Do you have
an appointment?

Ah, uh, no.
Um, we know each other.

- Well, take a seat,
Mr. Bristow.
- Thank you.

- Strike: Yeah?
- Sir, new client.

Mr. John Bristow.

Doesn't have an appointment,
but he says he knows you.

I don't know
a John Bristow.

Right. Well,
he says he does.

Two minutes.
Could you shut
the door, please?

Mm-hmm.

Would you like
anything to drink?

John:
Oh, uh, yeah.

White coffee,
no sugar, please.

( clicks tongue )

Okay.

( siren wailing
in distance )

Um, shall we
go through?

( grunts )

( door opens )

Remember me?

Charlie's brother.

Your friend,
Charlie Bristow, from--

John.
It's been...

Take a seat.

How's your mother?

After Charlie's accident,
I never really--

Not so good,
I'm afraid.

She has stage IV cancer,

which has spread
to the lymph nodes.

I'm sorry
to hear that.

She was always
very kind to me.

I remembered that
when I saw your name.

There aren't so many
Cormoran Strikes around.

Yeah.

How can I help you,
John?

It's about my sister.

Of course,
you wouldn't have met.

Mom and Dad adopted again
about a year after
Charlie's death.

My sister used
our mother's maiden name
for her professional career.

The world knew her
as Lula Landry.

Thanks, Sandra.

The Lula Landry?

I was with her
earlier that day

to discuss contracts.

She had
an upcoming shoot
in Morocco.

She was excited
about it.

She was happy.

Now, the inquest verdict
said suicide.

But I think
she was murdered.

- ( door closes )
- ( phone ringing )

( ringing continues )

Hello, Cormoran Strike's
office.

I'm afraid he's with
a client at the moment.

Yes, of course.

Who shall I say
called?

Now, a chap
they picked up on CCTV.

They never traced him.

He was outside,
watching the flat.

Looks like
a black chap.

Not that--
you know, just...

We haven't got
the actual footage?

No, just those stills.

But it is my priority
to find out who he is.

It's all set out
in there.

My own analysis,

plus a lot of
the police evidence,

which I obtained
during the inquest.

The inquest that returned
a verdict of suicide?

Because the coroner couldn't see
past a girl with a poor history
of mental health.

Hmm.

Look,

review the information
in the file,

ask some questions.

Then we can discuss
any further involvement.

That's £1,000
just to do that.

Look, even if it's just
to put our minds at rest
while Mom's still alive

and stop this horrible anxiety
that justice has not been done.

Charlie never wanted
to let me play football
with you guys,

do you remember?

And you always said,

"Oh, let him tag along.
He can be ball boy."

As a friend
of our family,

you're exactly
the right person.

Please don't say no.

Strike: I can only promise
to review the file
at this stage.

- John: Of course.
- ( door opens )

We'll, uh,
speak later, then.

See you, John.

( door closes )

Thanks for sorting
the coffee, Sandra.

Oh, that's all right.
A Mr. Gillespie called.

He said
it was important.

( sighs )

Why do you keep
calling me Sandra?

- That isn't your name?
- No.

- The last girl
was called Sandra.
- Ah.

I accept that isn't
a brilliant reason

for me calling you
by her name.

I'm Robin.
Robin Ellacott.

Cormoran.
Just popping out.

Where shall I say you are
if anyone important calls?

Down the boozer.

- Don't worry, they won't.
- ( both chuckling )

So, is there
anything in particular

you'd like me to do
while you're gone?

Could you look up
Landry, May, and Patterson?
They're a law firm.

Print out their partner biogs
and anything you can get

on Lula Landry's
family background.

- Mm-hmm.
- Uh, computer password's
Hatherill123.

Two Ls.

Sorry about nearly
killing you earlier.

It's okay.

( sighs )

Hiya, Corm.

Is that a new girl
in your office?

She came down to borrow
some coffee stuff.

Roger was all over her
like a cheap suit.

Tell Roger she has
a massive engagement ring.

- Yeah, like that'll
stop him from trying.
- ( chuckles )

- What happened to your, uh...?
- Got smacked with an ashtray.

- Ouch!
- Yeah.

( sighs )

Pint.

( liquid pouring )

( camera shutter clicking )

Yeah,
the Lula Landry case.

Who was
the investigating officer?

Can I help you?

You the concierge?

What do you want?

My name is
Cormoran Strike.

I wondered if we could
have a quick chat.

Even when she's dead,
you lot don't give up.

- I'm not a journalist.
- Yeah? So what are you, then?

- You're not a cop.
- I was.

Royal Military Police.

I'm now a private
investigator.

Right!

Hacking phones
for a living?

Dishonorable discharge,
was it?

Medical.
My leg.

- Want to see it?
- No.

Lula's family
have hired me

to investigate the efficiency
of the police investigation.

Were you working
the night she died?

First to the body.

What happened?

Mrs. Bestigui--
she's on the first floor--

she runs down screaming
that somebody had just
fallen past their window.

I run out, and...

- Horrible.
- You called the police?

I went straight up
to Lula's flat.

- Why did you do that?
- 'Cause of what Mrs. Bestigui
was saying.

She thought there was
somebody there, so.

You'd know if anybody
had gone up, presumably?

Yeah.

Excuse me.

Ah, Dennis,
I need to show you
that lift door.

- Come in--
- ( whispers ) Derrick.

- Derrick. Sorry.
- Derrick: Certainly,
Mr. Bestigui.

- ( door opens )
- Actually, you should
talk to Nico.

He was Lula's
favorite driver.

( phone buzzes )

I've got a pickup
in Greek Street.

Strike:
Well, I'm going
that way.

Half a fare?

Yeah, okay.
Hop in.

Delivery from
Charlotte Campbell.

- Oh! Careful!
- I'm on a double yellow, love.

( door closes )

Nico:
It's sad.

You know, Lula, she was
all right, you know?

She had a big heart.

( sighs )

She lived in a world
that's really fucking hard.

- We had a lot in common.
- Such as?

Both mixed race,
for one thing.

My dad's a Cypriot
from Swansea,

and my mom's
a West Indian Scouser.

Must have been
a nice, quiet wedding.

- ( chuckles )
- ( horn honks )

Whoa, whoa!
You've still gotta follow
the rules of the road

even if you are
on a bike, love.

Where did you
take her that day?

Uh, okay, so first off,
we went to Vashti.

- It's a clothes shop
on Conduit Street.
- Vashti.

They was in there
for a little bit,

and then I took them
back to Lula's.

- They?
- Yeah, she met
a mate in there.

- Rochelle.
- Another model?

Rochelle Onifade?
Lula met her in a nuthouse.

I used to pick her up
from a hostel on
Hallam Street,

and bring her out
to play.

Can you remember what
they were talking about?

- Like what?
- Like anything.

Uh, they was looking
at something for a bit.

Some piece of paper.

You don't remember
what it was?

All I remember
is Lula laughing

and saying it was gonna
piss people off big-time.

( chuckles )

Anstis?

Any luck with
DI Wardle, mate?

Yeah, if you could.

Yeah, that would
be great.

Yeah, sure.

Yeah, bye.

( muffled music playing )

( muffled music continues )

( lock clicking )

( grunts )

( grunts )

( sighs )

People have been
coming all day
to pay tribute

- to Lula Landry...
- ( door opens )

...who fell to her death
from one of the flats behind...

( video pauses )

How'd it go
today, then?

Well, when
I got there,

the boss had obviously
been in a massive fight
with some woman.

The office
is all smashed up

and he doesn't
want me there at all.

And then he buggers off
to the pub

and leaves me
on my own all afternoon
with this really rude guy

calling every half hour,
demanding money.

- So it's just him, then?
- Yeah, he's a private
detective.

( scoffs )
Private detective?

That's a bit
Roger Rabbit.

It's not, actually.

He's, um--

his dad's Jonny Rokeby.

- What?
- Mm.

- Then how come
he owes money?
- I don't know.

From what I read online,
they don't have much
of a relationship.

Isn't that the model
who jumped out of a window?

Gosh.

She was so young
and beautiful.

Girls always get
other girls wrong.

You're miles
better looking.

She's way too skinny.

( announcer
chattering on TV )

- ( whistle trills )
- ( crowd cheering )

Commentator:
That'll be an Arsenal throw,
down this left-hand side.

( commentary continues )

( exhales )

Commentator:
Well, they've just gotta try
and get back in the game.

It's not gonna
be easy.

He has just gone up
an inch of space.

Night.

- Matt!
- They destroy
communication...

Mm.

...and intimacy.

( Robin chuckles )

( distant jackhammer
rattling )

( phone ringing )

- Yeah?
- Man: It's DI Wardle here.

I've just come off
my shift.

You can have half an hour
if you get your skates on.

Great.

So, you think
Lula Landry was murdered

and we messed up
the investigation?

Not at all.
I just wanna have a better
picture of Lula's last hours.

Well, we know
she was in a state

because of the latest
bust-up with her boyfriend.

Evan Duffield, he was seen
outside the bar where--

He was seen all over the place
with that stupid wolf head.

But he has
a cast-iron alibi
for time of death.

Let's make this
nice and clear.

Lula enters
the lobby alone,

she says good night
to the concierge,
and heads upstairs.

Nobody followed her
and there's no other way
up to her flat.

- Hmm.
- Underneath Lula's,
there's flat 2,

a rental property,
empty.

Deeby Macc was meant
to arrive that night,

but diverted to Claridge's
from the airport.

- Who is Deeby Macc?
- ( chuckles )

He's a pretty
famous rapper.

And, believe me,

his entourage
and credit card limit

are big enough to make
tracking him, well,
fairly easy.

- Hmm.
- On the first floor,
flat 1,

the Bestiguis,
Freddie and Tansy.

He's in a conference call,
and there's six witnesses
to that effect.

She's in her nightie
and sees a body fall
past the window

- and raises the alarm.
- With the concierge.

He told me
Tansy said she had heard
an argument upstairs.

That's why he ran up
to check it out.

By the time it came
to her official statement,

Tansy Bestigui had
reverted to the facts.

She was coked up.
Might have altered
her perceptions a bit.

You think
I wouldn't have liked

to head up the Lula Landry
murder investigation?

Well, sometimes
the truth is boring.

A girl with
mental health issues,
a pressure job,

and boyfriend trouble
topped herself.

My advice would be
take whatever that asshole
brother's already given you

and get back
to sniffing sheets.

( door opens )

( sighs )

( door closes )

- ( door opens )
- Strike: Morning.

Morning.

I need you to prepare
some terms and conditions
for John Bristow

and create
a client account,
please.

- You're taking
the case, then?
- Yeah.

The woman who raised the alarm
said she heard a fight upstairs,

and then she changed
her statement.

Hmm.
Why would she do that?

Well, that's
a good question

and one DI Wardle
was all too happy
to dismiss.

I suspect he suffers from
acute confirmation bias,
which means--

Preferring evidence that
supports a pre-existing theory

and ignoring
that which doesn't.

I did it at uni.

- You've got a degree?
- No. Dropped out.

Me, too.

What's all this?

So, the last photos
of Lula.

These are all pictures
taken at the funeral.
This is the family.

That's Lady Yvette Bristow
with her brother, Tony Landry.

John and Lula's uncle.

Who is also a partner
at the law firm,

so I printed off
his biog for you as well.

These are industry people
and friends.

This is Guy Somé,
the designer,

with Lula's best mate,
Ciara Porter.

- Evan Duffield.
- Strike: Rock star
boyfriend.

Robin: And this is
the big film producer,
Freddie Bestigui,

who lives
on the first floor
of Lula's building.

I'm guessing
that's his wife.

That's Tansy,
the neighbor who
changed her statement.

I'm heading to Lula's now.
Do you want to look
around with me?

Sure.

Have you ever heard
of Deeby Macc?

- Yeah.
- Well, I hadn't.

Actually,
he had a big thing
for Lula Landry.

Wrote a couple of tracks
about how he was gonna take
her off Evan Duffield.

- Did she get
any say in this?
- No.

Obviously, it was
a matter to be sorted out
between the boys.

Why?

He was gonna rent the flat
underneath Lula's
for his UK tour.

( door buzzes )

Did John Bristow
call you about the key?

( door closes )

So this is where you were
the night of Lula's death?

- Yeah.
- Nobody comes or goes

without you
seeing them, right?

- Yeah.
- I mean, they'd
have to report to you?

Yeah, I tell them
what flat to go up to

unless Lula's told me
not to let them up.

She do that often?

Well, a couple
of times.

- Who?
- Evan Duffield, mostly.

And her uncle,
Tony Landry,

if they've had
one of their rows.

- ( elevator dings )
- Okay.

So, tell me about
the building's layout.

Derrick:
Well, the Bestiguis
are on the first floor,

and the second floor
is currently vacant.

The penthouse was Lula's.

Strike:
And this is
the only entrance?

Derrick:
Only one way
in and out.

( camera shutter clicks )

Why do you think
she got changed
when she got home?

- Comfort?
- ( camera shutter clicks )

Funny thing to do
when you're about
to kill yourself.

In the army,
I knew this lieutenant.

Life and soul
of his own birthday party.

Shot himself
two hours later.

( distant siren wailing )

Locks as soon
as it's shut.

( no sound )

Don't think
he can hear me.

Can't hear a single thing
from these flats with
the door shut.

They could have
a Trenchtown sound system
playing downstairs...

and you'd never know.

- What's Tansy Bestigui like?
- Better than her husband.

You believed her when she said
she thought there was somebody
up here with Lula?

She was scared.

Strike:
Okay.

What about
Rochelle Onifade?

Nico said
he dropped them both
back here during the day.

( Derrick sucks teeth,
chuckles )

I told Lula
about that girl.

- What did you tell her?
- That she was trash.

- Only after her money.
- What did Lula say?

Just laughed, told me
not to be horrible.

She didn't care
about money.

Only people
with a lot of it
ever say that.

You mind showing me
the rest of the building?

Oh, well, there's only
the swimming pool, really,

so I don't know why
you'd wanna...

( sighs )

Strike:
Mrs. Bestigui?

My name is
Cormoran Strike.

I'm an investigator.

- A what?
- A private investigator.

Sorry to bother you,
but I've been hired

to look into
the death of Lula Landry.

I just need to ask you
a few questions

about the night
of Lula's death.

Yes?

- How did you know
Lula fell?
- I saw her.

- You saw her?
- That's what I said.

So you were close
to the window?

I'm sorry,

this really
isn't a great time

for this kind
of conversation.

Please, uh,

just call my office
and fix a meeting.

I just want to ensure
we've got all the facts.

Who's paying you?

John Bristow,
Lula's brother.

Okay.

I'll call you.

- She's lying.
- Why?

When you start
an investigation, Robin,

it's like looking
into an aquarium
for the first time.

Walk around,
check how many fish
there are,

see what happens
when you tap the glass.

And right now,
Tansy's the most
interesting fish?

And Rochelle Onifade.

♪ If you keep dancin'
on me, girl ♪

♪ I'll be tempted to touch,
tempted to touch ♪

♪ Tempted to touch,
tempted to touch ♪

♪ Feel like I can't get enough,
can't get enough ♪

♪ If you keep dancin'
on me, girl... ♪

So, this is Deeby Macc.

♪ Tempted to touch,
tempted to touch... ♪

( song continues )

Right.

And I also found out
that Ciara Porter

has a web channel
of video clips she made

with Lula
and her mates.

Oh, we should
call her Beulah!

Oh, my God,
it's a she,
and I am not...

- Robin: Ciara just got
a new dog.
- Oh, look.

- With stupid ears.
- Expensive ears.

Rochelle! Rock!

They shouldn't breed them
flat-faced like that,
poor things.

( chattering )

Pause it there.

Oh, my Little Rock!

Where are those
funeral photos
you showed me?

Um...

Is that Rochelle?

Yeah.

- Think that
could be Rochelle?
- ( phone ringing )

Oh, it's hard
to say.

Strike:
Could be.

Cormoran Strike's
office.

Yes, of course.
I'll pass that on
immediately.

Tansy Bestigui wants
to meet you tonight.

Hmm.

I'll go and iron
a shirt.

Here's my Little Rock.

My Little Rock
knows more about me
than you lot ever will.

( both chuckling )

( horn honks )

( distant siren wailing )

- Woman: Good evening.
- I'm meeting Tansy Bestigui.

Sure.
May we take
your coat, sir?

This isn't...

My name
is Tony Landry.

I'm Lula
and John's uncle.

Please sit down.

Coincidentally,
our law firm

also represents
Mr. and Mrs. Bestigui.

So, now, I've been
looking you up.

All very interesting.

Afghanistan,
Jonny Rokeby...

( chuckles )
and your mother.

Leda Strike,
wasn't it?

They don't make them
like her anymore,
unfortunately.

And now
my delusional nephew

has hired you
to cause more pain
to the family.

My aim is
to lessen his pain

by providing him
with the truth.

I can't interfere
with my nephew's madness.

- Or his love
for his sister.
- Very true.

Family is
a complex thing.

You, of all people,
are surely aware of that.

Lula's death
was tragic,

but I must advise you
to stay away from
the Bestiguis.

Waiter:
How is everything?

Delicious,
thank you.

I would like a bottle
of the Puligny-Montrachet

- and, please,
not too cold.
- Of course, sir.

The thing is, Tony,
I take my instructions
from your nephew, so.

They say
that we are all

just two mistakes away
from being homeless.

And I know that currently
my nephew's money

is all that is keeping you
from displaying that stump

for loose change
on Waterloo Bridge.

Put John's mind
at rest,

ease his pain
if you like,

take your money,
and we'll all be happy.

Don't be greedy,
though,

and take advantage of his grief
by prolonging this tragedy,

or I will tie you
in so many legal knots,

you won't be able
to get out of bed
in the morning.

Definitely give that
some thought.

Let me give you
a little bit of advice.

You can insult
my financial status,

my disability,
anything you like.

Mention my mother again,

I'll introduce you
to an experience

far worse than
an overchilled burgundy.

Got it?

Enjoy the rest
of your dinner.

( phone ringing )

( door closes )

( ringing continues )

( can pops )

Strike's voice:
You've reached the offices
of Cormoran Strike.

- Please leave a message.
- ( machine beeps )

Charlotte:
I know you're there.

Just pick up the phone.

( sighs )
I can't cope.

I need you, Bluey.

- ( crying ) Please.
- ( machine beeps )

( grunts )

Bollocks.

Why do I always take you off
before I remember
to have a piss?

( sighs )

( zipper unzips )

- ( urinating )
- ( grunts )

( sighs )

( phone ringing )

( camera beeps )

( distant jackhammer
rattling )

( sighs )

- ( knocking on door )
- Yep.

The, um, stuff
for John Bristow
you asked for.

Would you like me
to get rid of that cup?

No!

No.

You're not
a cleaner.

Okay.
( chuckles )

( door closes )

( liquid pours )

( window closes )

( both speaking Dari )

Sorry I'm a bit late.

Couldn't find
anywhere to park.

Had to use the, uh,
Chinatown car park.

Look, um,
I am so relieved

you've agreed
to take this on.

Here are my terms
of business.

Daily rate includes
money for informants
and incidentals, and...

- here's some issues
and questions.
- Right.

Yeah, Lula did have
a computer,

but we wiped it
and gave it to charity

once the police
had returned it.

Was there anything else
taken from her flat?

Tony took Mom
around there

just to pick up
a few personal things.

- Tony Landry,
your uncle?
- Yeah.

Hmm.

Why?

I bumped into him.

Or rather,
he bumped into me.

( chuckles )

How do you
get on with him?

Tony's a little, uh...

( sighs )
Yeah.

Lula?

Oh, they sometimes
clashed.

The doorman told me
she asked him not
to let Tony up.

Yeah, I--
I can believe that.

Did Lula ever mention
Rochelle Onifade?

Uh, is she a model?

No.

( sighs )
So, I'm afraid,
uh-- Rochelle.

No, I'm-- I'm sorry,
I can't put a face to her.

Fiver for
a handjob.

Rochelle's
not here anymore.

She was asked
to leave, actually.

Any idea
where she's gone?

- No, sorry.
- You don't have
any contact details?

Yeah, but I can't
just give them out
to strangers, obviously.

( phone rings )

Hallam Street Hostel.

Yep.

( copy machine whirring )

No, we haven't got
any places.

You have to be resident
in the borough for B&B.

Yes, it is a disgrace.
Welcome to London!

Okay, thanks.

Sorry to bother you.

Could you do me
a big favor?

No.

Could you do me
a big favor for 50 quid?

Thought you wouldn't
be able to resist.

- You got a car?
- It's not that kind
of favor.

( woman screams )

( screaming continues )

( door closes )

( camera shutter clicking )

Woman:
Go on.
You're wasting my time.

Woman #2:
Yeah, all right,
all right!

( muffled shouting )

- ( door opens )
- Woman #2: Might not be
a big deal to you,

but I'm proper phobic!

It was an enormous,
big, hairy monster.

- Nearly as bad as him.
- Everything okay?

There was a bloody spider
in her room.

I need you
to call Rochelle,

tell her
a friend of Lula's
needs to meet

to give her
an important message.

You ain't gonna
hurt her, are you?

No.

Why can't you call?

It'll come better
from you.

Tell her Lula said
I needed to speak
to Little Rock.

Little Rock.

Rochelle?

You ain't
no friend of Lula.

- Sit down.
- What do you want
with me, man?

I just want to ask you
a few questions.

I'm not police,
okay?

Really not police.

You want
something to eat?

Yeah, get me
a burger and chips.

Burger and chips.

You want--?

( panting )

Bastard, bastard leg.

- ( grunts )
- Rochelle: I don't know.

He said
he was a mate.

Yeah, well,
Lula never had

any mates
who looked like him,

so I bounced.

'Course not!

Well, you need
to sort me out again.

Rochelle.

Leave me alone!

Who were you
talking to?

This guy is
bothering me.
Please!

- Man: Hey, leave her alone!
- ( crowd murmuring )

( sighs )

- How'd it go?
- Uh, badly.

How do you feel
about identity theft?

( clears throat )

( in Rochelle's accent )
Yeah, it's Rochelle Onifade.

I lost
my appointment card.

( sucks teeth )
It is--

it's, uh,
13th of November, 1994.

Do you wanna know
the time as well?

What address
you got for me there?

'Cause I've been
movin' about a bit
since I last saw ya.

Yeah.

Just tell me what address
you got for me there!

Thank you.

- How was that?
- Not bad.

- I'll head down there.
- Oh, can you fill in
my time sheet

in case I'm not here
when you get back?

- I'll do it tomorrow.
- Today's my last day.

Oh!

( pen clicks )

Good luck with
the job hunting.

Thanks.

Uh, I could
come back next week

and we could
cut the agency out.

- Yeah!
- If...?

That could work.

Great.

( door closes )

The lift
is broken again.

( grunting, panting )

( dog barking )

( knocking )

Rochelle?

- Rochelle!
- ( knocking )

Rochelle?

( grunts, groans )

Ah!

( grunts )

( groans )

Come on, Rochelle.

Come on, Rochelle.

Rochelle!

( theme music playing )