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[music continues]

[groaning]

[breathing heavily]

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[theme song]

* You and me *

* Me and you *

* Somehow we make it through *

* I may be gone *

* I may be far away *

* But I'll 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'll walk beside you **

I just..

I don't-I don't understand

how you can still love me.

[sobbing]

[intense music]

Built for stamina, me.

[chuckling]

[knocking on the door]

(female #1) 'Cormoran?'

- Who's it? - You awake?

Uh, it's 9:40.

- Ugh! - The client's waiting.

Thought you'd want to, uh..

I'll be five minutes. The alarm must've..

Could you offer them a cup of tea or something?

Yeah, we're on second cups already.

'Okay, offer them a biscuit.'

That always makes people feel special.

Right.

[sighs]

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[telephone ringing]

[knocking on the door]

[chuckles]

Reading it again?

So, Daniel, I'm off.

Now, I've done a letter for the HR people.

Don't try to dissuade me.

What's this about?

No, no. Please don't.

It's effective immediately.

Et cetera, et cetera.

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Morning.

Fifteen minutes late.

I bet the army wouldn't let you get away with that.

If you didn't have such a good-looking secretary

I'd have left.

Good morning. How can I help you?

Hey, excuse me. I'm not waiting.

Robin, would you make up Mr. Baker's final bill?

- But you're not finished. - We are.

I'm sure you can find somebody who doesn't mind

having a tosser for a client.

Come this way.

[sighs]

I need you to make a phone call.

One phone call?

I can pay.

Your girl said what your rates are

and if the call's not longer than five minutes

then I've already got the money on me.

My husband's gone off to a writer's retreat

and he'll have told 'em not to pick up to me.

So, I just need you to get him on the line

and then I can tell him to come home.

Could a friend not do this for you?

My neighbor, Edna, can't do it

because she's a woman.

He's gone off before, only this time

it's been ten days.

And our girl's missin' her daddy and gettin' upset

and we need him back.

Have you got the number for this retreat?

Bigley Hall.

He's always talkin' about that one.

- What's his name? - Owen Quine.

He's a very famous and good novelist.

Morning. I'm calling for Owen Quine.

I know Mr. Quine sometimes asks for his calls to be screened

but these, uh, medical test results, uh..

He really needs to take this one.

Okay.

Thanks.

He's not there. I believe them.

There's no charge.

Sorry we couldn't help you.

'I'll see you out.'

'No charge.'

How's the day looking?

Oh, well, surveillance on the Gunfrey place

then I'm pulling town hall records on Mr. Oaks

while you see Mrs. Ingalls in Chelsea

and then...at 4 o'clock, you're due to follow

Mr. Upington from work, which I reckon will take about two hours

which will lead us to 6 o'clock and drinks.

Drinks?

With Matthew. It's been pushed back twice.

- Please tell me.. - Uh, drinks? Great. Fine.

Uh, could you text me

Caroline Ingalls' contact details?

Sure.

Can you find him?

(Cormoran) 'I'm afraid we haven't the capacity'

to take on another client.

If you're worried, you could maybe try calling the police.

Yeah, they can trace phones and track bank card usage

things we can't do without breaking the law.

Yeah, but I called the police before

and then he showed up in a hotel with some girl

and everyone got upset how I'd wasted police time.

I got a photo of him.

(female #2) 'His agent, Liz, will pay.'

Owen's her best client. She loves him.

She can take it out of his next commission.

Please.

Absolutely not.

Leonora can find her own damn husband.

[coughs]

Excuse me, um..

...end of flu.

It's been hellish.

And anyway, I fired Owen.

I'm not sure Leonora is aware of that.

Was there any particular reason for it?

Owen has written a very thinly disguised slandering

of the people who've tried to help him.

He attacks his publisher

his editor, me, other writers..

It is a thinly disguised..

...nasty little allegory

that deserves nothing but burning.

And I say that as someone who...loves books.

Ralph!

(female #3) 'He's out with Bo!'

Mm.

Owen would like nothing better

than for a search party

to be sent out to find him.

I shan't pay for his PR. Now, if you'll excuse me..

That's him there, isn't it?

Oh, yeah.

That's, um..

...me, Quine

Andrew Fancourt..

...Joe North.

'My first three clients.'

You represent Andrew Fancourt?

He sells a lot of books, doesn't he?

Hm.

Out of the three writers

Andrew and I have parted ways.

And...Joe's dead.

AIDS.

Do you think Quine might be staying with friends?

He hasn't got any left.

Well, he teaches creative writing

that supplies him. What a phrase that is.

It supplies him with a fresh pool

of wide-eyed sycophants.

(Liz) 'Oh.'

- 'I'm not sure he's very well.' - 'I know.'

(Liz) 'His poos are like boulders.'

Get him some fiber.

And, um...a mint tea.

For his bowel?

For my throat.

For God's sake, for the dog.

Apparently, he took first in English at Warwick.

I'm minded to call them to check.

I won't waste any more of your time.

Just a few more questions.

When was the last time you saw Quine?

[clears throat] We had lunch together. We ate at Congreve's.

By then, I'd had some very angry calls from Daniel Chard.

I have never not read a manuscript

before sending it off.

But just for once, I skimmed a few pages

and told Ralph to send it off.

Unforgivable.

I went to stay with a writer friend of mine

Dorcus Pengelly.

That's her real name.

Once I had read what the book contained, I..

...fired him.

- In the restaurant? - Mm.

How did he take the news?

Poorly.

Before you judge me for that..

...I'll have you know that I was one

of the very few friends he had in this industry.

- Have you met Orlando? - Is that the daughter?

No, not yet.

She's sweet.

Had a hard start in life.

The state is niggardly with those..

...needing more help than average.

Perhaps you've discovered that for yourself.

[coughs]

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I hope you feel better soon.

(male #1) 'It will tell my story, as all my books have done.'

I drew upon my..

...disagreement with Andrew Fancourt.

The end of a literary era.

I'm putting together a pack on Quine for you.

He's a very important writer

according to himself.

(Cormoran) 'Those any good?'

Eh...he's not a fan of short sentences.

I managed about ten pages and had to take a break

before I gave myself a migraine.

Should I contact Liz Tassel about billing?

No, she won't be paying.

'I would like to help his wife'

but it will mean turning down some paid work.

Well, it's your business.

When we're out of debt..

[sighs] I know you're worth more than I'm currently paying you.

It'll be a nice change trying to bring a couple back together

instead of helping people divorce.

Yeah, I thought that too.

Alright, I'm off to Islington now.

Surveillance on the Gunfrey place.

'I'll swing by Leonora Quine's first.'

'Can you make a start on those searches?'

Will do.

Don't forget drinks.

I won't. See you at 8:00.

6:00! We're meeting at 6:00!

(Cormoran) '6:00?'

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[knocking on the door]

(male #2) Uh, L-Leonora, dear, I, I really must be..

Cormoran Strike, Private Investigator.

God, has it come to that already?

Jerry's Owen's editor.

He's one of the good ones.

Of course, we all do worry about him.

Hm.

You ring me as soon as he shows up, alright?

(Jerry) 'Nice to meet you.'

Did you smell the wine on him?

I got woozy just talkin' to him.

Nice he popped around though.

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[knocking on the door]

Andrew.

Have you read it? Did he send it to you?

What do you want?

I fired Owen.

As soon as I read "Bombyx," I told him it was despicable.

I wanted you to know that.

I haven't read it.

[dog squealing]

Your dog is shitting on my lavender.

It's possible your husband is seeking publicity

for his new manuscript, or he could be genuinely upset

at being fired by his agent.

He's her best client though. He's really good.

Liz came over to see him last week and all.

Back in the day, she chose him over Andrew Fancourt.

Why'd she go and fire him now?

I think he insulted a lot of the people she worked with.

A hotel for ten days would be expensive.

Can you think of anyone he might be staying with?

He's had girlfriends as well as flings.

He always says, "That's that, no more," every time

and I always believe him.

So, yeah, he's probably shaggin' some girlfriend.

And I still want him home.

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[knocking on the door]

[siren wailing]

You're stinking my flat out!

[indistinct chatter]

- Matthew. - Hi. Cormoran.

- Who needs a drink? - Uh, no.

It's table service here.

In a pub?

[Robin chuckles]

Matt comes here quite a lot.

Yeah, the food's alright.

Well, it's not Mango Tree, but it passes.

Mango Tree?

Yeah, Thai place.

Any good?

(Matthew) 'Yeah, if Thai's your thing.'

Do you watch the rugby?

No, what happened?

England-Wales.

- Do you wanna know the score? - Okay.

England, sixteen, Wales, five.

Matt played rugby for Yorkshire under 16s.

- Ah.. - Yeah.

Do you play anything? Um..

Like, did you, before you, you know.

Oh, well, I-I used to be the European hopscotch champion

but I can't do that anymore.

Funny.

We'd like to invite you to..

In eight weeks?

- Mm-hm. Yup. - Yeah.

It's excitin'.

So..

...how long have you two been together?

- Nine years. - Nine years. Yeah.

Yeah, we went to school together.

Yeah, she was the only half-fit girl with a brain, really.

So I had no choice.

[chuckling]

What about you, have you got a girlfriend?

No. No.

Not for a while.

(Cormoran) I might head to the bar, um..

We're, um, we're working

on a missing person's case.

Sounds like most of the work's watching married people cop off.

I said to Robin, "You should be called private investigators."

That's not all we do.

We're actually quite busy at the moment, aren't we?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Gonna have to take on a new investigator.

(Matthew) 'How do you find one?'

Uh, we have the ties, probably go with ex-police.

They tend to have useful relationships.

I'm gonna go to the bar. What can I get you?

- Uh, yes, same again, please. - Yeah.

(Cormoran) 'Robin?'

Oh, um, uh, white wine, please, yeah.

[sighs] Alright.

Um, white wine, one of those Czech beers

and, uh, can I get a pint of that?

I felt a bit sorry for him, to be honest.

He's not an easy conversationalist, is he?

What's up with you?

Nothing, just, um..

...him talkin' about taking someone else on.

Yeah, but not for your job.

He just needs another one of him.

Yeah.

I suppose I just thought I'd move up the ladder there.

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[sighs]

I mean, I never bloody see you.

You're bringing in next to no money.

Fuck's sake!

I told you it'll be tough at first, building up an agency.

I'm pregnant.

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- Morning, Venetia. - Morning.

- How did you.. - 'It's on the invitation.'

Oh. Mm.

I was conceived in Venice.

Good noodles at that pub.

I think I've got something.

You said he's only friends with students

so, I looked at the class he teaches.

They put out a publication each year

showcasing the students' work

with contact details and web links.

One of them has a blog

about her erotic fiction

full of cozy mentions of her and TGW

The Great Writer.

- Her name's Kathryn Kent. - Sounds promising.

What did you think of Matthew?

Nice bloke.

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[dog barking]

- Are you Kathryn Kent? - Yes.

I'm looking for Owen Quine. I thought he might be here.

[chuckles] No.

- Not a fan? - He can go to hell.

'I'm an investigator.'

'His wife's very worried for him.'

Thought he might be staying with you.

You took his writing class, didn't you?

We were friends.

He said he'd write me into his new book.

'And then he posted a copy through my door.'

I hope I never see him again.

[door shuts]

It's an odd one though.

Sending it to his girlfriend, knowing it'd hurt her.

It seems nihilistic.

It's like a suicide note.

Railing against the world that called your last novel

"Sphincter-clenchingly awful."

[chuckles] Is that a real review?

That was one of the better ones.

I'm heading to Leonora's to ask some more questions, uh..

- Do you wanna come? - Uh..

I can't tonight, um..

Yeah, okay.

'Oh..'

I've done the searches.

Might be worth asking her about her husband co-owning a house

on Talgarth Road.

I know.

Yeah, but he never goes there. I don't even know if we've got--

Might have been worth mentioning given he's been missing

for nearly a fortnight now.

He owns it with Andrew Fancourt

so we can't ever do anything with it.

Their mate, Joe, left it to them when he died

and sometimes, they get it rented out to artists and that.

But mostly, Andrew won't let them make money off it

just to piss Owen off.

Here you are.

He won't be there. It's a wreck.

Did he leave you a copy of his new manuscript

by any chance?

Oh, yeah.

(Leonora) 'He left it for me by the front door.'

He knows I'm not gonna read it like that.

I only read 'em when there's a cover and it's proper

even if he reckons it's good.

So, he posted this into his own home?

Well, I don't know. It was on the doormat.

- It was just sat there. - Hm.

(Cormoran) 'Can't see any box files for "Bombyx Mori."'

Oh, there will be.

He's always gettin' some idea

and it has to go down before he forgets.

Apart from Jerry and Liz, have you had any visitors

since Owen disappeared?

His publisher rang, but he didn't come over.

People don't, really.

Do they, Dodo?

Do you like to draw?

Yes.

And I take things.

Yeah, we talked about that, didn't we, Dodo?

She pinches things and sticks them in her monkey.

[chuckles]

Who's that man?

He's helpin' us find daddy.

- I want daddy. - Oh!

I know you do, hon.

Say what you like about him

but Owen does a good bedtime story.

My name is Cormoran Strike.

That's not a name.

I was named after a Cornish Giant.

Could I borrow this?

Go foryour life.

Hey, babes. How was work?

FSA are bringin' in new regs.

So, we have to get on top of that one

with the client business.

And I've had mum on the phone complainin' about a headache.

Is she alright?

Yeah. Just shit on attention.

That's a good-looking omelet.

[sighs]

[indistinct chatter on TV]

[sighs]

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[grunting]

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[screaming]

[sighs]

Come on, then.

Robin, I'm going to Quine's house.

Some intel to go through.

Give "Bombyx" a read, would you?

See if you can make any sense of it.

[telephone ringing]

Cormoran Strike's office.

Yes, I-I am so sorry

that he was detained on another case.

'Yeah, well, he, he can still see you tomorrow.'

Okay, I'm so sorry about that. Bye.

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Oh!

[sighs]

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[grunts]

[flies buzzing]

[flies buzzing]

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[camera shutter clicks]

He's dead.

I found his body at that address.

- The police are there now. - Oh, my God!

Does his wife know?

Police are there too.

It's a really odd murder scene.

It's quite disturbing, pictures are pretty grim.

[cell phone ringing] Uh..

Sorry.

[intense music]

'Jesus..'

It's demented, gutting someone

and taking their intestines away.

Uh, you have to read this.

Look at the last chapter.

You finished it already?

Oh, I skipped to the end. I always do.

Read it, go on.

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[whimpering]

No! No!

[screaming]

The hero dies in exactly the same way Quine did.

Tied up, guts torn out.

Uh, it must be the grimmest part of the book

and someone made him re-enact it.

[cell phone ringing]

Sorry, I'm just gonna, um..

Hi, are you okay?

When?

Where are you now?

Right. I-I-I'll come straight away.

Okay. I love you.

Everything okay?

Matt's mum just died.

Um..

U-uh.. She had a stroke.

Tell him I'm sorry, will you?

Yeah, um..

Uh, I'm gonna get the tube, and then I'll, um..

I-I'll call you later.

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Mystic Bob.

Hello, mate.

Oh, it's good to see ya.

I pulled a few strings to get the case once I heard

it's one of yours. How are ya?

How's the fiancee?

- We broke up. - No.

Shit. Sorry, mate.

- Wha-- - How's the case looking, Rich?

How about forensics?

Time of death's gonna be a bastard.

Guts are missing, so there's no last meal to date

and then, there's acid everywhere.

Even the flies stayed off the body, so we've got no maggots.

Neighbors saw a woman in a burka comin' out

of the property about ten days ago with a sports bag.

Burka's not a bad disguise.

Do we assume the bag was full of Quine's intestines?

It seems so, yeah.

We'll have the dogs search the rubbish dumps.

We've got a suspect as well.

The wife. He was having an affair.

Probably gonna leave her, but if he dies

she gets a nice insurance payout.

She's got a key to this place. All adds up.

I don't think she had the ingenuity

to pull off something like this

and she hired me to find him.

You don't have the full picture, mate.

We talked to the neighbors.

Massive argument in the street

the night before he goes.

Did she tell you that? And get this.

Before she married him, worked in her uncle's butcher shop

in Hay-on-Wye

gutting pigs, the works.

Oh!

This is my mate, Cormoran.

Ex-SIB.

- The bloke that saved my life. - Hi.

I've heard lots about you from Richard.

He just finished a manuscript for his new book.

He made some very unpleasant allegations about people he knew

each of them has a motive, if that's what you're looking for.

- But only if they'd read it. - The killer definitely did.

Quine was killed in the exact same way

as the hero from his book.

Tied up, gutted, laid out to be eaten.

Bloody hell.

Is Leonora Quine in it?

Yes.

Not hard for her to get a look at his work in progress.

[sighs]

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[sighs]

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[sobbing]

(Leonora) 'She's upset.'

It's all the coming and going.

They asked her questions.

I told them what she's like, but they still did.

- I'm sorry for your loss. - Yeah.

That's what they said as well, but with them

you can see it's like they have to say it.

I can't do much more for you now, Leonora.

This is a murder case.

There's no charge for the work we've done

so please don't worry about that.

Sis!

They dug out photos.

These were private photos, and they were all like

"Look, there's him tied up by you."

And I'm saying, "Yeah, but that's what he liked."

How does that mean anything to anyone?

I can recommend a good lawyer, she's an old friend of mine.

If they question you again--

Why have I got to pay for a lawyer now?

All I ever done was look for him.

Everybody, quiet!

It's alright, Dodo.

It's alright.

Let's do a cloud.

(Dodo) 'I want daddy.'

- What goes on in a cloud? - Daddy!

Birds?

[sobbing]

A blue bird?

- Or a red bird? - Red.

There's a red pencil for you then, Dodo.

Now, you put it there.

[sobbing]

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I'm a bit scared they are gonna take me away from her.

She can't manage it.

It's only ever been me and Owen.

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It's great. Thank you.

- What time's your train? - 11:00.

Do you think you could get the day off?

Yeah, I'd like to, um..

I'll ask.

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How long have you been up?

You sent me an email at 5 a.m.

The police think Leonora killed Quine.

She needs our help.

- How's Matthew? - He's, uh..

Her funeral's already arranged.

He's going up today.

Take whatever time you need.

We've been getting a lot of complaints from clients.

The work with Leonora has really put us back.

[sighs]

I'm makin' a list of people we know have been ridiculed

or slandered in the book.

Leonora, Liz Tassel..

- Succuba, and The Tick. - Yeah.

Judging by how angry she is, I'm guessing

Kathryn Kent's in there too.

I think she's Harpy.

I know what he says about the three of them is really cruel

but there are others that come off a lot worse.

Well, Liz mentioned the book was attacking his publisher

Daniel Chard, he could be The Cutter

Phallus Impudicus, Vainglorious..

One of the really nasty ones.

Chard called me this morning, he doesn't wanna risk

meeting us in London, and he's paranoid

about his fund being tapped, which is probably sensible.

So I'm gonna have to meet him in bloody Devon.

I'll need a hired car booked for tomorrow.

I'll drive us.

You sure?

I could probably manage with an automatic.

No, I'm sure. I'll drive us. Definitely.

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I'm really sorry. I'm not gonna be able to get away today.

We're just so over-stretched on this case we're working on

and I've got a meeting at the British Library tomorrow

that I tried to move, but..

Anyway, the good news is it's around the corner

from the station, and I've got a ticket for the 8:00 p.m.

So, I will be with you all as soon as I can.

I'm sorry, Matt.

Um, give my love to your dad and, uh, I love you.

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[sighs] Why does he have to live in Devon?

At least it's not Cornwall.

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Ah. Thanks for coming.

Hi.

Um, would you..

We're, uh, shoes off.

- If you don't mind. - Oh, no problem.

[chuckles]

Oh, sorry, I'd forgotten.

Um, why, why don't you leave yours on?

- Is your foot alright? - Oh, uh, relatively speaking.

- Relative to mine? - Oh, no.

[chuckles] I mean, it's a sprain.

That's all.

Tea? Coffee?

- Coffee will be great. - Yeah.

Manny!

Would you please make coffee for our guests?

[sighs] Hmm.

He doesn't like it down here.

'He wants to be back in London.'

[sighs] Horrible news about Quine.

How are his sales?

Oh, improving.

Look, what I have to say is, uh, confidential.

Would you mind waiting in the kitchen?

Sure.

Look, I'm fairly confident

well, I mean, almost certain that "Bombyx Mori"

is not the work of one person.

Quine must have had an accomplice.

How can you tell?

Well, the style seems like his

certainly, but..

Something's in it I doubt he could possibly have known.

And I've been in books all my life.

A-a writer's voice is particular.

- Hard to substantiate. - Heh. I know.

If you can prove definitively

who authored the book

I'll pay you 10,000 pounds.

[chuckles]

I hate gossip..

...and believing that

maybe someone I know told Quine

private things about me.

- Have you read "Bombyx?" - I have.

Well, it's especially savage about me

and about the writer, Andrew Fancourt.

I asked Andrew to join me in suing to prevent publication

but that seems moot

since Quine has been..

- You know. - Disemboweled.

Yeah.

What does Quine allege about you both?

Well, in Andrews's case

he implies that Andrew himself

wrote a nasty parody of his late wife's novel.

She killed herself over it.

Andrew found her on the kitchen floor

with the parody pinned to her chest.

Has Mr. Fancourt read "Bombyx?"

Uh, no, but I gave him a gist.

Fancourt and Quine were close before they fell out.

- Who've you been talking to? - Liz Tassel.

Uh, she represented them both..

...for a while.

Liz told everyone that Quine was a genius

and she had a huge crush on Andrew.

Not a woman..

...who always gets it right.

And not least

in sending out "Bombyx Mori."

I'm just going to use the loo.

Are you friends of his?

We're private investigators.

I didn't push him down the stairs.

- He fell. - Okay.

- Are the toilets this way? - It's downstairs.

I'm just trying to think if there's anything else

I need to ask. Er..

Um, look

I-I have a call with "New Yorker."

I'm sorry the coffee didn't materialize.

Manny's a little bit..

Well..

Oh.

Take a look at Jerry Waldegrave.

He'll be at our centennial party.

I'll put you on the list.

Need to retrieve my assistant.

Oh, yes. Manny.

Forget about the coffee.

Would you please fetch Mr. Strike's assistant?

All done, Mr. Strike?

Think so.

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Go on then, speak your heart.

Really, I'm fine.

Chard ended up telling me a lot of useful things.

The book might've had multiple authors.

I got the impression Quine knew a lot of damaging stuff

so maybe he was killed to stop further revelations.

Chard avoided telling me what Quine knew about him.

I can guess, though.

Well..

I wasn't gonna stop him talking

by pickin' him up on his manners.

No, it's really, it's not about that, it's just..

- What do you want from me? - As in--

I mean, what were you intending when you hired me?

Because..

...I've been working really hard--

I know. I've noticed.

You said you're gonna take on another investigator.

Okay, okay. Listen, just..

You might not like what I'm gonna say

but just let me get it out.

I did take you on thinking I could train you.

Of course, I didn't have the money for that

but I reckoned you could learn on the job..

...until..

...well, you're getting married to someone

who hates you doing this.

I'm not gonna ask you to ruin your marriage over a job.

Have you told Matthew about today?

Uh-huh. No, not yet.

I'll need a partner who can share the long hours

who can give up their weekend at the drop of a hat.

I wouldn't ask that of an assistant

but I'd demand it of a partner.

That's what broke me and Charlotte up in the end

amongst other things.

She hated what I do.

I hated that when she finally demanded that I choose

I chose the job over her.

If it's what you really want, then I'll put you

on a surveillance course when I get the money

but I'm not spending that on an assistant.

That is what I want.

This is what I love.

[chuckles]

Then cheer the fuck up and give me that sandwich

if you're not going to eat it.

It's not a good sandwich.

- Too much onion. - There's no such thing.

Uh..

Can we get going?

If I don't make my train, I'll miss the funeral.

Don't. Don't, let's just go.

[instrumental music]

[exhales] Bollocks.

I'm gonna see what's happening.

[Robin sighs]

- Sorry about this. - Oh, uh..

And they're not gonna be able to get in to tow it out.

It's an idiotic place to break down.

[exhales]

Can you open that gate?

- Why? - Just.. Can you?

[engine starts]

[instrumental music]

Hey, this is a bit..

Uh, I've got this, trust me.

[music continues]

[music continues]

[music continues]

Where did you learn to drive like that?

Oh, I've, um, I've always loved driving.

I used to practice in the field with my uncle doing the pedals--

Yeah, but that wasn't just enjoying driving.

I, um, did an advanced driving course.

The year I left the uni. Well.

Something to do.

Got me out of the house a bit.

(Cormoran) 'Signal's back.'

(Andrew on phone) 'Andrew Fancourt here.'

'I have no comment to make on "Bombyx Mori."'

'I haven't read it, and I don't intend to.'

'And nor do I have any valedictory words'

'for Owen Quine, I disliked him both as a man'

'and as a writer.'

'I hope that helps.'

Oh.

[intense music]

I can't just leave her, can I?

Is there anyone you can call?

Oh, God! This isn't happenin'!

Come inside, love, you have to.

Be a good friend, and be a good girl.

She will.

Call him, tell him what's happened.

I will, I promise.

I'll be home soon, Dodo. I promise.

[music continues]

[crying]

[sobbing]

[music continues]

Thank you.

(Robin) Thanks. Goodbye.

[music continues]

[whistle blowing]

[exhales]

(Cormoran) Excuse me.

- Do you know how to drive? - Yeah.

I'll pay you 20 quid if you drove me home in this car.

And, uh, why can't you do it?

I've only got one leg

and my driver had to go home.

Do you want more money or is it the situation as a whole

that's making you hesitate?

[cell phone ringing]

Excuse me.

Arrested or charged?

[instrumental music]

[instrumental music]

I'm asking you these questions

to try to keep you out of prison.

Well, I didn't do anything.

That's enough, innit?

The ugly truth is it might not be.

What does she mean, "It might not be?"

You were supposed to keep me out of here.

You promised.

But Fancourt's in "Bombyx Mori." You'd have thought--

I'm not sure the Met's Literary

Criticism Unit was brought in on this one.

Well, he's certainly got the imagination for it.

(Robin) Lots of the profile pieces you read on him

talk about how he writes violence.

Could Fancourt kill a man?

Well, he's very good at writing hate.

The one-legged detective, I've read about you, Mr. Strike--

I've been looking into Owen Quine's death.

I was hoping we'd have a chance to talk.

Well, here we are.

Robin!