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( 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 )