All language subtitles for Strike - S01E02 - Episode 2 (1080p x265 EDGE2020).eng

( 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. ♪

It's Cormoran Strike.

Have you got
a cause of death yet?

Well, pick a card,
any card.

- Drugs, drowning...
- Look,

when I dragged her
out of that bath,

it was running hot.

The water tank
hadn't emptied.

That gives you
a clear time frame for
how long she was in there.

I'll send a uniform
to take a statement
from you in due course.

And check
her phone records,

'cause she called
to warn somebody

when I tried
to talk to her.

A drug dealer, maybe,
on a rented number?

Listen, I'm quite busy
with real cases, so...

goodbye.

( door opens )

Robin: Morning.

Morning.

( door closes )

How are the hands?

Still a bit sore.

Are you okay?

It's not
my first dead body.

I just mean,
it's far worse
the first time.

So was it a coincidence,
do you think--

Rochelle dying
so close to Lula?

Well, she had quite
a fragile existence.

But she had money
for new designer gear
and lots of drugs.

Where from?

Lula?

Lula's been dead
for three months.

She didn't leave a will.

Plus, why was Rochelle
panicked to see me?

And who was she calling?

She was hiding something.

Surely the police
will investigate.

Maybe.

Time to see how Lula's gang
react to the news.

Good morning,
I'm Mike Dundee

from the Health and Safety
Executive.

I'm here to carry out
a Section 20 interview

under the statutory provisions
accorded to me

by the 1974 Health
and Safety at Work Act.

( clicks tongue )

- ( camera clicking )
- Photographer: A few more.

Photographer:
Other side.

- Photographer: Come on!
Concentration!
- Lights!

( bell rings )

Guy:
Ciara, late night,
was it, darlin'?

( photographer
speaking German )

- Guy Somé?
- Who are you?

My name is Cormoran Strike.
I'm a private investigator.

I'm busy right now.
Make an appointment
with Tricia.

Rochelle Onifade
is dead.

Oh, my God!
How?

A lot of drugs
and a hot bath.

- Beginner's error.
- Exactly.

But she wasn't
a beginner, was she?

Ciara:
Wait. Cormoran Strike?

That's an unusual name.

Nobody's ever
mentioned it before.

You're not
Al Rokeby's brother?

Half-brother.

He told us about
a war hero brother
called Cormoran.

- I met your dad
a few times, too.
- Lucky you.

And why is
Jonny Rokeby's son working
as a private detective?

Because that's his job.

I'd like to ask you
a few questions,
if that's okay.

( photographer
shouting in German )

I'm Ciara.

I know.

Ah, I see.

And when is Mr. Bestigui
back from...

Okay, right.
Well, I'll call then.

Thank you very much.
Thanks.

Hello.

Uh, excuse me.

Excuse me.
Can I help you?

Where is he?

Who?

My brother.

So, what's my brother
investigating now?

Well, um...

It's someone
who killed herself,

only one of her relatives
thinks that she didn't.

What does Cormoran think?

I think he's keeping
an open mind.

Mm. Did he tell you
who our mother was?

No.

Do you know?

Yes.

The verdict was suicide,

but Cormoran always
thought her death
was suspicious.

- Oh.
- He took her death
very badly.

Left Oxford
and joined the army.

- He went to Oxford?
- I know.

Some clever admissions tutor
saw through the grumpy
philistine act.

So, how long has he been
sleeping in his office?

So, what are you
actually investigating?

Lula Landry's brother
wants me to review

the police inquiry
into her death,

make sure they
carried it out properly.

Ciara:
The accountant.

Strike:
No, he's a lawyer.

We always called John
"the accountant."

Why?

Just a nickname.

How about mommie dearest?
Have you met her yet?

Not recently.

That's why Guy
called her Cuckoo.

Such a fucked-up family.

Lula was in the wrong nest.

Guy didn't seem too upset
about Rochelle.

He only cares about one thing
when he's working.

Poor Roch.

Can you tell me a bit
about her relationship
with Lula?

Oh, well,
she was helping her
with her issues--

identity, authenticity,
et cetera.

Lula was obsessed
with exploring her real family,

by which she meant black--
her dad's side.

Ciara, darling,
we need you now.

On the day she died,

Lula spent a lot of time
with Rochelle.

Yeah. They were always
thick as thieves

when Rochelle wasn't having
one of her episodes.

Lula gave her money, too.

Well, she would have
given money to anyone.

But, yeah, Rochelle did
well enough out of her.

Hey, love,
Guy's getting fidgety.

I'd quite like to continue
this conversation.

I won't be done here
until late,

and then
I'm going to Uzi.

- Okay, tomorrow?
- But come?

Get the Ginger line
to Dalston Kingsland,

and I'll meet you
at the station.

10:30.

And Matt's going
all red in the face

and blaming me every time
the tent collapses.

- ( laughing )
- And then it starts raining.

Lucy:
Of course.

Oh.

At last.

Robin's told me everything,
so get your stuff.

I've got the car
in the John Lewis car park,

and you're coming
to stay with us.

I'm not.

You cannot stay in there
on that camp bed.

It's just short-term
while I sort something out.

Tell him, Robin.

It's got nothing
to do with Robin.

Anyway,
I'm not stopping.

I'm just picking
something up.

Where are you going?

Chelsea.

Well, let me
give you a lift.

Let me go and get the car,
and I'll run you down there.

I'll see you downstairs
in ten.

Bye, Robin.

Really nice
to meet you.

Mm, you, too.

You need to sign this.

( horns honking )

- Lucy: She's great.
- Who?

It's ridiculous, a girl
with her figure on a diet,

wedding or no wedding.

It's none
of my business, really.

I loved this
when I was a kid.

So please tell me
it's final with Charlotte
this time.

It's final this time.

I'm sorry it's happened,
obviously,

but it's much better for you
that she's finally gone.

I left her.

Good.

Well, I better dash,
'cause Jack's got football.

Anywhere along here
is fine.

Poor little sausage,
can't get in the "A" team.

I said, "You're
in my 'A' team, poppet,"

- but I'm not sure that was--
- You're a good mum.

Thanks, Stick.

- I want my kids
to always...
- I know.

- ( hand brake clicks )
- ( seatbelt unbuckles )

( kisses )

Anything you need,
just ask.

( door closes )

( door closes )

I'll let Mr. Bristow
know you're here.

Come through.

Sorry, I was
just sorting Mum's, um...

Uh...
( chuckles )

We mustn't be too long.

The-- the medicines
make her very confused.

Tony?

No, it's not Uncle Tony,
Mumsie.

It's Mr. Strike.

We've met before
a long time ago.

I was a friend
of your son, Charlie.

Charlie's dead.

Rode his bicycle
into a quarry.

Yes.

Yvette:
Now Lula, too.

It's a terrible thing

when all your children die.

Of course.

But not...

People used to say
Lula was so beautiful,

but I never saw her
like that.

Charlie
was the handsome one.

She was the clever one.

Always had an answer
to everything.

It's such a shame
she spent so much time

fighting with Tony
over that lovely boy.

Uh, Evan Duffield
came to visit her

after she died.

He said he wished
he had been there

to try and stop her.

( scoffs )

No. I think that, too,
Johnny.

Lula was up there
in her flat that night

in such a terrible state.

All alone
while we were here,

watching silly old movies.

Um, Mum's a big fan
of Cary Grant.

We watched
"Bringing Up Baby"
the night that Lula died.

Time for your medicine.

Thank you, Marsha.

( beeping )

( machine whirring )

( sighs )

That's the morphine,
so...

Yvette:
She said...

she was frightened of him.

Who?

Frightened of who?

What did she say
to you, Mother?

Frightened of Evan?

Bring some macaroons

the next time
you come, Mr. Bone.

The leopard never
changes his spots.

I want to know
why Tansy Bestigui
was lying about that night.

And the chap
on the CCTV?

That's gonna take
a bit of time.

That's where
the answer lies,
I'm sure of it.

How much do you know
about your uncle's
movements that day?

He was in the office
all day,

then he went to Oxford
for a conference,

popped in here
on the way out
to see Mum.

Why?

I just need to be
absolutely sure we know

exactly who Lula saw
on the day she died.

Tony didn't see her.

He didn't visit
Kentigern Gardens that day.

I'm sure of that.

Okay.

What...?

( overlapping voices
in video )

Ooh, hair.

- Oh, Rochelle...
- ( laughter )

No, now I have
dog hair on my lip.

Oh, my Little Rock.

- This is my Little Rock.
- Mwah!

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

( laughs )

( laughter and chatter
continue )

( keyboard clicks )

( announcement over P.A.,
indistinct )

- ( camera shutters clicking )
- ( photographers clamoring )

( shouting continues )

- ( music playing )
- ( chatter )

Ciara:
God, did you hear
about poor Rochelle?

'Course I did.
Every time somebody dies,
the cops are on my case.

- Who are you?
- Evan, this is Cormoran Strike.

He's Jonny Rokeby's son.

I know your old man
a bit as it goes.

Still got it,
hasn't he?

Yeah, full of it.

Don't think
he'll ever lose it.

( laughing )

Evan:
Hey! Not there.

Out.

Ciara:
So, Cormoran is
a private investigator.

I thought you said
he was Rokeby's son.

The two
aren't incompatible.

What are you
investigating?

I've been hired
by Lula Landry's family

to review
the circumstances
of her death.

Well, being a size zero,
it was easy enough for me
to get her out the window.

Oh, stop it, Evan.
Honestly, I don't
like it when you--

It's what they say
on the Internet, isn't it?

"Must have been Evan."

This is breaking
my buzz completely.

I don't want to break
your buzz, Evan.

But you are, though,
ambushing me,

asking me questions
about Lula.

I haven't asked you
anything.

He didn't even know
you were gonna be here.

Get him away from me.

Get the fuck away from me!

Listen, I want him out!
Get him out!

He's harassing me!

( camera shutters clicking )

Ciara called me.

She's coming out in a sec.

Photographer: Ciara!

( photographers shouting )

Ciara, who's
your new fella?

Look at me, darling, please.
To me, please.

Come on!

I'm so sorry about that.

( door closes )

Evan always
gets a bit fretty
when he's off the gear.

Where do you
wanna go now?

Do you mind terribly
if we have a nightcap
at mine?

I have an early start
tomorrow.

( music playing )

♪ God knows
that I love you ♪

♪ Too bad
you don't have to ♪

♪ No, no ♪

♪ You're the girl
that I'm meant for ♪

- ♪ Don't know,
but it feels right... ♪
- ( laughs )

You've actually
read Proust?

In French, too.

He's often quite funny.

I have a deferred place
at Cambridge

to read modern languages,
I'll have you know.

Your mom's in there,

wearing the most
fabulous Ossie Clark
buttermilk dress.

This is more
the sort of place

I imagined a supermodel
would live

than Kentigern Gardens.

Ciara:
Yeah, it was a bit
of a luxury prison.

Siéntete.

But Lula could
really hide herself away
from everybody there.

Sometimes
she'd open the window
and she'd call me.

We'd pretend to bark
across the city

to each other
like in "101 Dalmatians."

It was funny at the time.

Evan came here
the night she died.

The tabloids obviously
tried to make out

he came here
for a revenge shag.

Did he?

We listened to some demos
for his album,

smoked some weed,
and went to sleep.

Lula was my friend.

Yeah. Sorry.

Guy's marvelous
detachable linings.

Very handy for models
in clubs.

No, thanks.

Besides,

Evan's not really my type.

- No?
- Mm-mmm.

I don't usually go
for pretty boys.

That's a shame.

Thought I might be
in with a chance.

( chuckles )

The other leg's the one
with nerve endings,
by the way.

I know about your leg.

Quite amputee-curious,
actually.

You'll be disappointed.

Literally nothing to see.

You know, you said
you know my dad
and my brother.

I haven't.

♪ God knows that I love you,
you, baby. ♪

( distant siren wailing )

( jackhammer rattling )

( door rattles )

Morning.

Hmm.

( groaning )

What?

( sighs )

Went and sat
at William Blake's
grave last night.

Okay.

Any particular reason?

I like to check in on him
from time to time.

You see, Blake was
into free love.

Don't restrict
your desires.

Was he?

Has anybody told you
you are absolutely gorgeous?

( footsteps approach )

- Oh.
- Here he is.

Enjoy yourself
with Ciara, did you?

Girl's pure filth.

Strike:
Come on through
to my office.

Does the family
think it was me?

- No, I don't think so.
- Do you?

Well,
you've got a nasty temper,
but your alibi's strong.

Yeah? Well, I was lucky
someone saw me without
the wolf head on,

because the Old Bill
would love to get me
sent down.

Probably right about that.

I miss Lules, you know?

We had some fights,

but we also had
a laugh together.

You came here to tell me
more than that.

- Freddie Bestigui.
- What about him?

He was always pestering Lula
to be in his films.

Could she act?

Let's just say talent
isn't the number one
requirement,

but Lula,
she's box office.

She turned him down?

Well, she hated him.

Then he wanted to do
a biopic with me in it,

but, I mean,
it never came to nothing,

'cause the Bristow family
went full cease and desist.

We had lunch
and I got friendly
with one of his assistants.

I'm guessing
that's a girl.

See, this Georgia,

she tells me he's, like,
a massive control freak,

obsessed with
his wife's coke habit.

Like it's personal.

In restaurants,
if Tansy doesn't order
three courses plus cheese,

he takes her pulse
to check she ain't using.

Anyway, this one time,

Georgia says,
the worm's turned.

Even Tansy's had enough,

and she goes to him,
"Stop it, Freddie.

Let go of my wrist

unless you want me
to tell the police

where I really was
the night Lula died."

Bye, Robin.

- Sorry I gave you a fright.
- Robin: That's all right.

Doing a secret gig
next month.

You're on the guest list
with a minus-one.

Well, thank you
very much.

Those Guy Somé gloves?

God. Yeah.

Must've picked
them up somewhere.

( door opens )

Could you look up
the train times to
Iver Heath, please?

Mm. Are you planning
on going to Freddie's
office at Pinewood?

Yeah, I'm gonna try
and blag my way in somehow.

Well, there's not much point.

Finally got hold
of his P.A.

He left for the Miami
Film Festival this morning.

And from there, he's going
to L.A. for a few days.

I'm still going out.

I'm hoping to catch
Tansy Bestigui,

so I'll be gone
the rest of the day.

Well, I won't be around
early afternoon anyway.

Why not?

Job interview.

I did write it
in the diary.

Fine.

( drawer opens )

Oh, yes, I'm definitely
a people person.

- Woman: That was amazing!
- Woman #2: Yeah.

- Woman: Finally.
- ( conversation continues
indistinctly )

What are you
talking about?

God knows how long.

( chattering continues )

( chattering )

( chattering continues )

Thank you so much for that.
That was fantastic.

We'll do it again.
Have a good one!

( sighs )

( camera chimes )

( beeping, clicking )

( beeping )

So, you didn't finish
your university degree?

No.

You were studying
psychology?

That's right.

Why did you leave?

Sorry?

Why did you leave university
before your final exams?

I had...

It was a personal reason.

Oh, that's fine.
It's fine.

You don't have to...

It wasn't academic, though?

No, not academic, no.

No, I loved my course.
I was hoping for a First.

Well, psychology plays
a big part in human resources.

So, Robin,
just to kick us off,

could you tell us three people
you consider inspirational?

( no audible dialogue )

I can't believe
you're even thinking
about not taking it.

It-- it was just
so bland and corporate.

Like where I work,
you mean?

No, I didn't mean that.

You love your job.

When I was a kid, I wanted
to be an astronaut,
but, you know.

Robin...

obviously, I can't
make you take a job
you don't want.

Well, that's good to know.

I'm not eating
courgette, by the way.

Fine.
You can have pasta.

Fine.

( car horn honks )

Well, yes, thank you.

That's very kind of you
to say so.

Yes, I will certainly
do that.

Thank you.
Bye.

So, how did
the job interview go?

Well, that was them
just calling to say
I got the job.

That was quick.

You must have
really impressed them.

Mmm. I said I was
passionate about people.

( chuckles )

Yeah, well, we all need
to jump through the hoops
from time to time.

They'll be lucky
to have you.

I don't gossip.

When your sister
came into the office,

she said that
I told her everything.

Half sister.

Don't worry, I know
what Lucy can be like.

I understand
about confidentiality,

especially in this job.

I told Matt a tiny bit
about Lula Landry, but...

Robin,
don't worry about it.

You're discreet.
I can see that.

( exhales )

When do you start?

Next week.

Do you want to see
something interesting?

Mmm.

( camera chimes )

Bloody hell.
Is that...?

John Bristow's
uncle with his hand
on Tansy Bestigui's ass.

I hate it when men
do that in public.

So-- so, what does
this mean for--

- I don't fully know yet.
- What are you gonna do with it?

Use it for a bit
of shock and awe.

( knocks )

Go away, or I'll call--

Tony Landry again?

Get him to meet me
in a restaurant?

I've got nothing
to say to you.

( door thuds )

Or perhaps a hotel?

Move your foot.

( door closes )

I can tell you straightaway
that my husband

will both see and query
any money I give you, so--

I don't want money.

Information.

And unless
you get it?

No, only paying clients
get to see evidence

of their cheating partners.

How very moral of you.

Well, not everybody
in my profession

would be
so scrupulous, Tansy,

especially seeing
as you are perverting
the course of justice.

You have no idea.

About what?

Anything.

Where were you
on the night Lula died?

I was here.

I was here
with my husband.

I told the truth.

Well, I believe
you were here,

I believe you were
with your husband,

but I'd like to know
why you were shivering
with the cold

when you ran
into the lobby.

I had just seen
Lula fall.

Derrick came running.
It was shock.

Had Freddie
found something
in your handbag?

Had he caught you
doing a sneaky line
in the bathroom?

Or did he check your pulse
as you were getting
ready for bed?

He locked you out
on that balcony

in your underwear
on a freezing night.

That's where you were
when Lula fell.

- No.
- Yes.

Because you heard
something,

and that's the only place
you could have heard
something.

He likes punishments,
doesn't he?

Confining
somebody to a small,
uncomfortable space--

that's the first weapon
in the torturer's handbook.

My husband
isn't a torturer.

Do you have children?

No.

Ever wanted
any children?

Not really.

I have.

A little, uh, girl

I could sing to each night
and brush her hair.

And later,
when I got old...

we could have tea together
and talk about our lives.

( clears throat )

He didn't want me...

to have a job.

He didn't want us
to have kids.

So...

this is what I have.

Tony?

Mmm...

( sniffles )

Family image
is everything to him.

He'd never leave them.

Just tell me
what you heard
out there, Tansy.

Tell me because
by protecting a sadist,

you might be letting
a murderer go free.

Talk to me, Tansy.

Strike:
Two voices shouting.

The only thing
she remembers
hearing clearly

is, "It's too late.
I've already done it."

Robin: Lula?

Done what?

Don't know yet.

And she didn't recognize
the other voice?

No.

Well, it can't
have been Freddie.

You wouldn't lock
your wife on the balcony

and then run upstairs
and push another woman

from the one
straight overhead.

Agreed.

So Evan was...

Was pointing the finger
for whatever reason.

Hmm.

God, her life sounds awful.

Yeah.
She should leave him.

Do you think she will?

No.

( buzzing )

Charlotte:
It's me.

Charlotte.

What do you want?

Come back now,
or you lose me for good.

( sighs )

What time is it?

Early.

I've got a man cave,
too, you know,

but it's attached
to a house.

Let's get some breakfast.

Annoyingly,
some of your questions

about Rochelle Onifade
got stuck in my head.

I thought so.

That point about the size
of the water tank...

You were right.

It was a good call.
That was smart.

That water
still running hot.

No, it doesn't
stack up at all

with the breakdown
of the drugs in her body.

She was murdered.

So...

That doesn't mean anything
to Lula Landry.

Could be just some dealer
Rochelle pissed off.

Could be, although
it's a lot of trouble to go to

when a knife would have
done the job.

Yeah.

( both speaking Dari )

- Anstis said
you were a good cop.
- Yeah?

He told me you saved his life
and support the Arsenal.

Not sure which is the bigger
error of judgment.

He exaggerates
about the former.

I don't want to make
anybody look, you know,

but you made a mistake
with Tansy Bestigui...

- ( snickers )
- ...'cause she was
on the balcony

and she did hear
somebody else upstairs.

You know, I'd like
to see the full CCTV

from around
Kentigern Gardens.

Would you, now?

And what do I get?

Credit,
shared information.

I can do stuff
you can't.

It's not too late to be
on the right side of this one.

♪ Whoa, if you keep dancin'
on me, girl ♪

♪ I'll be tempted
to touch ♪

♪ Tempted to touch,
tempted to touch ♪

♪ It's like we alone
in this club ♪

♪ Whoa, if you keep
dancin' on me, girl ♪

♪ I'll be tempted
to touch... ♪

( laptop closes )

Morning.

I'm going
to Kentigern Gardens now.

Okay.

Strike:
And tomorrow,
we're going to Vashti,

Lula's favorite
clothes shop.

You'll be trying on
some frocks.

I'll be your brother
trying to find a suitable gift

for my wedding anniversary.

How come?

Somebody in there's
talking to the press
about Lula.

I want to find out
who it is, what they know,
how they know it.

( phone ringing )

( clears throat )
Cormoran Strike's office.

( in Scouse accent )
No, sorry, she's not here
anymore.

No, I don't.
Sorry.

My name?

I'm Ashlee Jones,
his new assistant,

and that's "L"
double "E,"
not I-G-H.

You're very welcome.

( clears throat )

( normal accent )
Temporary Solutions
are on my case.

Not sure they
quite believed me.

Suppose it doesn't matter
if they blacklist you.

Now you've got
a permanent job.

I'm gonna
pick up some lunch
on the way back.

Do you want anything?

Miso soup day.

Bad luck.

( door closes )

( doorbell rings )

( buzzing )

Want me to let you up
into Lula's flat?

I'd love to see
the pool again.

That night
you gave Tansy a towel

because she was cold.

It's handy the way
there was one

just lying about
on your desk.

I travel in every day
from East Croydon.

Sometimes I can't sleep
because of the hours

and all the stuff
in my head that's...

But swimming...

really helps,
you know?

Of course.

You left your desk,
didn't you?

Look, I can't afford
to lose this job.

I owe money
on my credit cards,

and my kids have
lots and lots
of birthdays.

Look...

how long were you in here?

20 minutes, half an hour?

About that.

50 laps.

I'm not gonna tell
anyone, I promise.

Thanks.

Is anybody
in the Deeby Macc flat
right now?

( sighs )

Come on, then.

( phone ringing )

Cormoran Strike's office.

Woman:
May I speak
with Cormoran Strike?

I'm sorry.
He's not in at the moment.
Can I take a message?

Yeah, you may say that
Charlotte Campbell called,

soon to be Mrs. Jago Ross.

I will pass that on.

Please make sure you do.

It's very important.

And this flat's been empty
for three months?

Derrick:
These luxury rentals
often sit empty.

I think some couple
from Singapore

are about to take
the lease.

Any deliveries
here that day?

Yeah.
Uh, Freddie Bestigui
sent Deeby some flowers.

Lula get any flowers
as well?

Not that I know of.

You definitely
didn't deliver roses

up to her flat that day?

No.

( beeps, clicks )

- Any other deliveries here?
- Yeah, all sorts.

Champagne, a hoodie,
leather gloves.

Some fashion designer.

- Which one?
- I don't know.

Actually, yeah, I do,
'cause I called him...

( English pronunciation )
Guy Some,

and they all laughed

and said it wasn't
pronounced that way.

( French pronunciation )
Guy Somé.

Yeah.

- Okay.
- Oh, uh, somebody else.

The Nighthawk Security
came in to fix
the alarm pad.

And Lechsinka,
the cleaner,

she was in for a bit.

Quite a bit of coming
and going, then.

Yeah, up until
the early evening,

then it all just died off.

Good. Well,
that's all for now.

No offense, but I hope
"now" means "ever."

( door opens )

- ( door closes )
- Oh, this came for you.

( scoffs )

I think Lula Landry
was murdered, Robin.

There-- white roses
just like the ones

Freddie sent
to Deeby Macc that day,

but this photo was taken
in Lula's flat.

Now, how did
they get there?

My guess is the killer
took them from the flat
downstairs.

- How did they get in there?
- I don't know,

but he could have easily
snuck in that day

amid all
the hustle and bustle--
deliveries, cleaners.

The one big mistake
they made

was to leave the flowers
in Lula's flat

when they fled
in such a hurry.

Then they got lucky.

Derrick wasn't on his desk
for the reasons I thought.

- Swimming?
- Yep.

So the killer scarpers,

Freddie lets Tansy back in
to stop her screaming.

The killer gets out
just before Tansy
hits the lobby

and Derrick arrives
back from the pool.

So, who do you think it is?

That's still
a work in progress.

But it's the same person
who killed Rochelle.

I just need to find out why.

Crispy duck
with extra pancakes day
for me.

You quite sure?

What's up?

Charlotte Campbell rang.

What'd she say?

She just said, "Tell him
Charlotte Campbell called,

soon to be Mrs. Jago Ross."

Okay. Thanks.

Strike:
Probably won't be back
until the end of the day.

( crowd chatter )

Hi.

Ah! Robin.

It's late.
What are you doing here?

I was looking for you.

You are
a very nice person.

Don't go anywhere.
I'll just get myself a drink.

I won't go anywhere,
cross my heart.

Actually, Robin,
I'm a wee bit pissed.

I'll have
a white wine, please.

Small or large?

- Strike: Extra large.
- Small, please.

Lightweight.

Put it on the super tab.

Thanks.

Do you know what I like
about you, Robin?

You're a very decent person

and you have good skills.

Skill set.

Thanks.

I think...

you gotta know
when to ask a question

and when to not ask
a question.

Give people time.

Yeah.

- Have you eaten anything?
- No, I'm not hungry.

Oh, come on,
it can't be that bad.

Have you got a light?

- You can't smoke in here.
- Aw, they ruined pubs.

Pubs used to be
bloody brilliant.

I remember
when this were all pubs.

Nothing but pubs.

Even the buses, Robin,
they were mobile pubs.

- Happy days.
- They were happy.

You know what's
ruined everything
is digitalization.

Letters-- gone.

What happened
to love letters?

- Digitalization.
- That's what I said.

You're not gonna write
a love-mail, are you?

- Well, I'd--
- No, you can't.
Exactly!

Internet groceries.

- It-- what?
- ( laughs )

What's so hard about
going to the supermarket,
you lazy fuckers?

And now you can't even
have a fag in a pub,

and there aren't
any council houses

or love letters anymore.

What are you laughing at?

You think
it's funny that people
can't afford to live

near their place of work
anymore...

- Cormoran, let's go.
- ...Beardy.

Sorry.

Be all right.
Let's go.

I'm a bit sad, Robin.

I know.

( groans )

( pills rattling )

Strike:
I don't need those.

Well, just in case.

Are you gonna be okay
for Vashti in the morning?

'Course I am.

I'm a very lucky
person, Robin.

First, I have
the kind of metabolism

where I can eat what I want
and stay pencil thin.

And second, I don't--
I don't really get hangovers.

Well, that is lucky.

( groaning )

Bastard leg's
bloody killing me.

Cruelty or mercy.

Hmm?

A kid with a gun.

He could have shot me
after the explosion...

but he looked at my leg...

and just winked.

Maybe a bit of both.

Maybe so.

You go home.

- I'm all right now.
- Right.

I'm switching
the light out.

Yeah.

- ( muffled music playing )
- ( door closes )

( muffled chatter )

( groans )

Fuck.

Fucking hell.

It was you.

You killed Lula.

( music playing )