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* I plot *

* Your rubric scarab *

* I steal *

Before you say anything, it's like a family heirloom

and it still drives really well.

* I want *

Can't see Matthew driving to work in this.

No, he's desperate for an Audi.

* Baby tonight baby tonight *

Did you ever have a pony?

Why?

This feels like a Land Rover that's done a lot of gymkhanas.

* And you know I will not apologize *

You sure you don't want me to come?

The client's asked to see me alone.

* I'm makin' a career of evil *

Thanks for the ride.

* I'm makin' a career of evil *

* I'm makin a career of evil **

Sorry I'm late. Work.

Oh, does he keep you out late every night?

Thanks. Uh, w-we're just busy at the moment.

- You still just temping? - Uh.

- No, I've gone full-time. - Yeah.

But she's paid less than when she was earning agency fees.

Well, money's not everything.

[intense music]

He's a bit beaten-up looking, but then that looks good

on some men, doesn't it? Looking a bit used.

You know, most of us chaps are a bit secondhand at this point.

I guess second leg might be higher up Cormoran's list.

[laughing]

Is it still just the two of you in the office?

Oh, well, he's out most of the time.

So, Sarah, how's your work going?

[automated message] 'Doors opening.'

'Doors closing.'

Hello?

[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 **

Strike..

[knocking on door] Oh.

Hello. Cormoran Strike?

Oh, Ellacott, that's me.

- Hiya. - 'Any post?'

Bills, mostly.

Have you, uh, picked up your e-mail?

There's a new client request.

Thinks his girlfriend is cheating.

- Can we fit them in? - Oh.

- I'm not sure we've got time. - Thanks.

She's a LSE student and a part-time stripper

on Tottenham Court Road.

I suppose it depends on how often she's cheating.

I'll call him now and give him our rates.

[phone rings]

Cormoran Strike's office. Robin speaking.

(Strike) 'You sent us an e-mail enquiry..'

Oh, hello, yes. Thank you very much for calling back.

So, we really like the salmon for starter

and then the beef for main, but we thought maybe risotto

is a little bit boring for vegetarian?

Where's she working now?

Well, there's ten in total

but three are vegan and one is Paleo vegan.

(Strike) 'Uh, yeah, no, I'll put my team onto it.'

I suppose we could do

with and without cheese?

(Strike) 'And what's her name?'

[intense music]

Uh, can I call you back?

'Cheers.'

'Robin?'

[sighs]

You okay?

[sighs] I'm fine.

We'll, uh, get back to you.

[sighs]

[phone rings]

- Yeah? - 'We've been sent a leg.'

- A leg? - It's not even in my size.

(Eric) 'Right, I'm on my way.'

[exhales]

Cup of tea? Or something stronger. I've got beer.

- Tea sounds good. - I'll put the kettle on.

- Don't touch it. - Why would I touch it?

You've gone white.

(Robin) 'Whose leg did you think it was?'

- I don't know. - Well, you might know.

But something occurred to you.

What were you thinking?

There was a scar.

An old scar.

I'd say the leg belongs to somebody in their teens

maybe their early 20s.

And I've seen scarring like that before.

It might be a girl called Brittany Brockbank.

Her father was Major Noel Brockbank.

He had a reputation for cruelty.

Brittany told a school friend

that Brockbank was having sex with her

and she was worried she might get pregnant.

The friend's dad told SIB, so I was there

as the investigating officer when she was interviewed.

The poor thing denied everything, of course.

She must've been terrified.

Brockbank had threatened to cut her legs off

if anyone found out.

The scars were his idea of a warning.

I made it all up. It was a joke.

(female #1) 'Has your dad ever threatened to hurt you?'

Daddy wouldn't do that.

I didn't mean any of it.

(female #1) 'If you want to tell me anything, Brittany'

'you can.'

- 'What happened to him?' - No charges brought.

But he still has good reason to hate me.

- He thinks I injured him. - Did you?

His arrest went badly.

'The only other man who's sick enough and hates me enough'

to send me a leg is this Scot called Donald Laing.

'He used to write me threatening letters.'

'They'll be on file somewhere.'

I'll get crackin'.

No, we're just arriving. Forensics are here.

A fuckin' leg?

(Eric) 'What about the bike?'

(Robin) 'It was a black Honda. Big.'

'Six hundred cc at least.'

'The courier was in black leathers.'

His helmet had a dark visor and he kept it down.

He looked big, but the jacket could've just padded him up.

Not a fat bastard like the boss.

- Did you sign for it? - Yeah.

Oh, it was addressed to me.

(Strike) 'This could just be them demonstrating'

they've done their homework.

Any ideas?

I think there's something underneath it.

It could be a note.

"A harvest of limbs, of arms and of legs.

The toes that crawl, the knees--"

(Strike) '"The knees that jerk, the necks like swans'

that seem to turn as if inclined to gasp or pray."

Last verse of "Mistress Of The Salmon Salt"

by Blue Oyster Cult.

You a fan?

They were my mum's favorite band.

She had that particular song title..

...tattooed.

- And where's your mum today? - Whitechapel Cemetery.

(Strike) Her second husband killed her.

Never went down for it though.

Jeff Whittaker.

Who do you reckon left that one then?

(Strike) 'It was probably Uncle Ted.'

'That's an Erica carnea.'

Or it was before winter in Whitechapel.

He grows 'em.

I don't know what those are. Garage had it on sale.

How's your stump then?

You're like an old relative. You don't have to ask after it.

Top girl, your mum.

Thanks.

Sorry.

So...it was addressed to you.

Mm.

But meant for Strike, obviously.

A severed woman's leg was sent to you

and for what?

Slightly less than the minimum wage?

Would it be alright if I was earning 100 grand?

How many share options make a girl's severed limb

worth me dealing with?

I've got work to do.

You up for killing Whittaker yet?

Still a no from me.

I need you to find him though. That's why I wanted to see you.

I received a severed leg in this morning's post

with some Blue Oyster Cult lyrics.

He holds grudges.

This feels like him.

Police are looking, but they won't find him.

Oh, he's probably squattin' somewhere

with some shitty band and all.

It was addressed to my partner.

- Pretty girl? - 'Exactly.'

So work fast.

[Robin whimpers]

Hey, Rob?

Rob, Rob, Rob.

Jesus, that sound you were making..

What sound?

You're doing what you used to do.

[sighs]

Look, we're gettin' married.

But seeing you in this state..

It's not good for you and you know that.

I'm fine.

Honestly.

[sighs]

I'm sure Strike's delighted.

What are you talking about?

Well, he's gonna make a pass at you at some point.

And you're just getting worked up into this state--

He won't, and I'd be perfectly capable of shoving him off.

- Of course you would. - Ugh!

Jesus, what is wrong with you?

You're just, you're so naive.

He-he, he is my colleague and friend.

Like Sarah is your friend

and it's not like the two of you have ever..

Have you?

Oh, you have.

[scoffs]

- 'You've slept with her.' - No.

- This is ridiculous! - When?

Can we both just put down our boxin' gloves?

Don't lie to me, Matthew. I saw it in your face.

I saw it. You can't take it back.

- Are you having an affair? - No.

A 100 percent no, I promise.

Tell me..

Tell me it wasn't then.

Oh.

Robs, please, I haven't even..

[Robin crying]

(Matthew on voicemail) 'Rob, I've messed up.'

'I've messed up.'

[automated message] 'Message deleted.'

'Next, new message.'

(Strike on voicemail) 'I'm trying to get a hold of you.'

'Call me back, will you?'

[automated message] 'Message deleted.'

'Next, new message.'

(Matthew on voicemail) 'Why aren't you pickin'..'

[automated message] 'Message deleted.'

'Next, new message.'

- 'Robin, please..' - 'Message deleted.'

[automated message] 'Next, new message.'

(Strike on voicemail) 'Ellacott, call me AS..'

[automated message] 'Message deleted.'

[intense music]

[music continues]

[cell phone rings]

Hi, I'm here.

Yeah, I was still following that stripper--

We were sent a severed leg yesterday.

He even spelled your name with two T's.

So, keep your phone on and pick the damn thing up when I call.

- Yeah, I'll try. - 'Meet me in the office.'

'At 5:00.'

[Blue Oyster Cult singing "Mistress Of The Salmon Salt"]

* In the garden district *

Another one.

* Behind the bush there lurks a girl *

* Who makes them strong and tall *

* The villagers call her *

* Quicklime girl behind her back *

* Quicklime girl behind the bush *

* Quicklime girl *

* She's the mistress of the salmon salt *

* Quicklime girl *

* Quicklime girl *

* Quicklime girl **

[cell phone rings]

It's ten past six.

You alright?

Um...hold on.

I'm just, I'm not sure I'm up to this today.

(male #1) 'What are you doing?'

Nothing.

Are you alone?

- I'm waitin' for someone. - Can I wait with you?

No, you can't.

[sighs]

Alright, what's going on with you?

How'd you know I was here?

I'm a detective.

I could hear the Pogues playing when I called you.

- They're always playin' here. - Hm.

What do you need?

I don't need anything. What's goin' on?

- Nothing. - 'Well, don't give me that.'

I've never seen you look so bad.

[chuckles]

Morale duly boosted.

Where's your engagement ring?

Put two and two together, you're the detective.

Matthew cheated on me.

Oh.

Hmm.

What a moron!

It was a long time ago, but..

...it was with one of the most annoying women I know.

[chuckles]

- 'She still around?' - Yep.

'We had dinner with her the other night.'

[sobs]

They started just after I left uni.

I'm surprised he'd admit to it now.

He didn't. I just..

I just knew.

He looked ashamed of himself because of..

...because of...when.

I dropped out of uni..

...because something happened to me

and afterwards, I had problems.

[sighs]

I was coming back from a friend's house.

It wasn't even late.

Apparently, he'd...tried to attack someone else

and there'd been a warning about him in the news, but..

I played dead, and he ran.

That's how I survived.

He was wearing a rubber gorilla mask

but he had this white patch of skin behind his ear.

My evidence got him put away.

Rape and attempted murder.

It was 20 bad minutes of a whole life

and I am still the same person.

I know that, it's just a..

...horrible thing to have happened to you.

Afterwards, I..

...I couldn't leave my room, I had to go home to mum and dad.

That's when..

[Robin sighs]

...Matthew and Sarah..

Well, I'll, um, see you in the morning.

- Where are you staying? - Ugh!

Everyone I know in London is Matthew's friend, and..

I'll get a youth hostel or a YMCA.

Do they still have those?

I'll take you somewhere proper.

I'm totally skinned.

Well, that's probably my fault.

I'll pay.

We'll call it a wedding cancellation present.

Where is it, though?

Wow.

This is really nice.

I do your books, remember? I know you can't afford this.

Checkout's at 11:00.

And keep this door locked, and stay away from the mini bar.

[indistinct chatter]

[club music]

Hey! Watch it!

[instrumental music]

[groans]

[grunts]

...the leg. Any idea who it's from?

- Fuck off. - Like to know who it's from.

[groans]

[sighs]

[sighs]

[phone rings]

(Eric on phone) 'Mate, it's nearly midnight.'

- Who leaked it? - I have no idea.

(Strike) 'The press are outside my door.'

It's not good for my business being sent limbs in the post.

I'm sure you appreciate that.

[chuckles] You know how it is.

Whoever sent me that leg also knows how it is.

So, let's not play their game, shall we?

'Listen, how am I supp..'

[groans]

[sighs]

- What've you got? - Body of a young girl.

Hands and legs sawn off.

Caucasian, maybe aged around 16. Cleaner found her.

Anything found on the scene apart from the body?

There's a phone, but no bag or wallet or anything.

Nothing to ID her. Phone's gone to Forensics.

How about CCTV?

The camera in the lobby, we're doin' the tapes.

- Might get lucky. - Right.

[reporters clamoring]

- Hello. - 'Oh...hi.'

There's a squirm of parasites on my doorstep.

'I'll need to find this guy'

'before we're put out of business.'

I know it's a Saturday, but this can't wait.

[toilet flushes]

[Robin retches]

- Did you just throw up? - 'Yeah.'

'I promise I'm fine to work.'

Never doubted you.

'Have them send you a bacon sandwich.'

Oof! Don't talk about food.

- 'You got a pen?' - Uh, yeah.

'I'm giving you Nick and Ilsa's address.'

'80 Octavia Street.'

Oh, by the way, careful exiting the hotel.

'We were followed last night.'

Alright. What's the address?

Sorry.

I'm down to two clients overnight.

And the rest have run screaming to the hills.

Well, a severed leg on the front pages

will do that.

(Ilsa) 'Business will pick up again.'

If this guy wanted to kill me

it's not difficult. I'm a big enough target.

That reminds me, we should talk about your cholesterol.

The leg, the Blue Oyster Cult lyrics.

That's someone going to a lot of effort

to get inside my head..

...and butchering someone to use as a prop.

It's Robin, isn't it? That's who you're worried about.

Robin has, and I quote her verbatim

a certificate for a three-day self-defense course.

I like Robin.

Well, so do I.

I just don't need to add her to the dead and maimed women

I carry around in my head.

And this is the same night, but 18 minutes earlier.

[sighs]

(Rochelle) 'Yeah.'

You have to bring him in.

[cell phone ringing]

That's right.

'Talk to you later.'

- Coffee? - Oh, yes, please. I feel awful.

That's because you drank every bottle of wine in London.

Radford called me on the way here.

- Cancelled his job with us. - Just one client now.

He says he's really sorry, but..

[scoffs] ...just...exposure, and--

No. I get it.

I've got an old address for Brockbank's sister

Holly, somewhere.

- Barrow-in-Furness. - Mm-hm.

It's the only solid lead we've got and business isn't

exactly thriving, so I thought we'd start there.

Great. Well, I'll come with you.

You'd be more use in the office.

I can do the research work from anywhere.

'And I've got the Land Rover and you can't drive'

which will save us time and money.

And I need this case solved before we go bust

and I lose my job.

And if you're worried about my safety

I'll be better off out of London.

- Won't I? - What will Matthew think?

Matthew can shove his thoughts up his own arse.

- Robin, please. - Don't touch me.

[intense music]

- All set? - Ah. Oh, he had to nip off.

- See the police. - Oh.

Do you fancy some lunch?

Glass of water would be great.

(Eric) Have you been in Whitechapel recently?

- Yes. - 'What took you there?'

- 'A client.' - Who was the client?

We never ended up meeting.

His name was...Valley, I think.

- Where did you meet? - We didn't meet.

(Rochelle) Where did you try to meet?

It was a short let office building.

I could find you the address.

We just found the young woman's body in a building

in Whitechapel High Street.

Both legs removed.

There was a phone at the scene with her prints on it.

Forensics got it unlocked for us.

Right.

What did you find?

We found it was you that invited her there.

(Strike) Hi, this is Cormoran Strike.

I am here. You're..

...not.

Invented this at med school.

Vitamins, anti-inflammatories, and a raw egg

prove you're the hardest bastard in the room.

(Strike) Let's get goin'.

- So what did the police want? - Interviewed me under caution.

Just shy of having me arrested for murder.

Needed that.

Go on.

Well, at least Wardle believes you.

That I'm not grooming teenage girls to carve up.

Yeah, that's a real vote of confidence.

Can you send Wardle what we've got on the client

I was supposed to meet in Whitechapel?

Sure.

So, how does it help frame you, him sending you her leg?

Depends on what the killer's trying to achieve.

If they wanna make sure I never work again

send me the leg, involve me in a murder case

and let the press do the rest.

Do you still think it's one of those three men?

Yeah, I do. More than ever.

Whittaker got away with murder twice.

Laing charmed everyone while he kept his wife terrified.

Brockbank was a child rapist who managed to convince everyone

that he was the injured party.

(Robin) 'And you think he could cut off his own daughter's leg?'

(Strike) 'I don't know what to think, but I know he wants revenge on me.'

Major Brockbank? This is Sergeant Strike, SIB.

(Brockbank) 'Brittany, back inside.'

(Robin) 'So, he might be living with his sister?'

(Strike) 'Well, Brockbank's army pension'

goes to her address in Barrow every month.

She's our only lead.

How you doin'?

Pfft. Bit shit.

'Matthew keeps texting.'

Would you like to hear about the migratory patterns

of the black marlin?

'We have two hours to go.'

- 431 YUT. - 'Wait a second.'

[knocking on window]

(man on radio) 'Someone known as a Mr. Michael Ellacott.'

Are you Michael Ellacott?

Um, uh, no, that's my dad.

(female #2) 'You parked in into the yellow.'

There's no loitering near a nuclear facility.

Can I see your license, please?

Uh, yeah.

Is that what, um, uh, what that is?

Shipyard, yeah.

- Where do you live? - Oh, not, not together.

- Denmark Street, London. - Ealing, London.

(female #2) 'You up here on holiday?'

Does anyone ever come to Barrow-in-Furness on holiday?

The abbey's popular, and the nature reserves.

We were, uh, hoping to catch up

with a friend on our way to Scotland.

Where can I go to have decent coffee?

No photography in this area. Alright?

Roger that.

Yeah, it was an out.

- Morning. - Morning.

Roger that?

Well, you weren't exactly helpful.

Who'd holiday in Barrow?

- She's obviously from here. - Where are you going?

- To ask after Brockbank. - 'No, no, no.'

Don't knock on Holly's door. He might still live there.

'No, I'm gonna go and ask that woman.'

She looks like she'd be the type to gossip.

Hey, excuse me, sorry, I, uh..

...wondered if you might be able to help me.

(Robin) It has to be me.

If Holly recognizes you, she shall tell Noel

that you're lookin' for him.

- Anyway, this will work. - I don't like it.

You don't have to like it. It's still a good idea.

Great.

Well, the good news is my hangover's finally lifting.

[cell phone rings]

Oh. Oh.

I, I better get this. It's my mum. Sorry.

- Hi, mum. - 'Matthew called me.'

(female #3) 'He told me the two of you have broken up.'

- 'He said you left him.' - Did he tell you why?

Look, I-I-I can't really talk right now.

- I'm away with Strike. - 'Oh! I see.'

No, not like that. It's work. We're, um..

Someone sent him a l..

Anyway, it doesn't matter. It's, it's work.

- 'Are you alright?' - Yeah, I'm..

Oh, I don't know, I..

I can't really talk about Matt right now. It's, um..

It's all so new, so I..

(female #3) 'I'm gonna come and see you as soon as you get back to London.'

(Robin) 'Yeah, that'd be nice. Thanks.'

- 'Bye, then.' - Love you. Bye.

(Robin) So, according to that old lady

Holly's in here every lunchtime.

(Strike) Let's hope she's a nicer Brockbank than her brother.

- You good? - Yeah.

Thanks, Robert.

Hi, I'm looking for Holly Brockbank.

[knocking on door]

- Holly Brockbank? - 'Whee're thoo?'

Sorry?

Who are you?

My name's Venetia Hall. I'm a lawyer.

I'm trying to find Noel.

Don't know. Don't care.

Only, I believe he's owed money. Him and his family.

- His family? - Well, his close family.

Parents, siblings, anyone who he's lived with.

Why is that then?

Well, my company specializes

in gaining reparations for servicemen

who have been injured outside of combat operations.

Alright.

I'd like to help you make a lot of money

off the government, Holly.

All you have to do is tell me your side of things.

- 'Wardle.' - Hey.

Have you found Whittaker yet?

No, not yet.

(Strike) 'I think you should look into Donald Laing'

'spelled A-I.'

'I've had him sent down for 16 years'

'but he's probably out by now.'

'He did his time in Glasgow.'

'I'll text you the details.'

Yeah, send me anything you've got.

'I will.'

- So? - Last one.

Well, we know that Noel suffered

some problems during his time in the army.

Problems?

Some fuckin' police copper smashed his head

and damaged him for life.

Uh, do you mind if I, um..

You don't happen to remember the copper's name?

Of course I do. Cormoran Strike.

Fucking gadgie. Destroyed him.

Noel started having fits.

Couldn't get any work any more after that.

- Not properly. - Right.

He'd come around two hours, smash the place up.

Smash me up.

Have you seen this nose? Fuckin' seen that?

That's a nose that's been hit hard.

That one's paying for by the army.

Oh, absolutely. Look, I'm sorry you've suffered.

- I have. - Really.

We're gonna try and secure you a solid payout.

Well, well, the truth is, Ms. Hall

I've had a properly shit life.

You know, we both did when we were kids.

But at least he got all the way to be a major in the army.

That's good money and good respect.

And all of that went

after Cormoran Strike bashed his head in.

How-how's Noel coping now?

Works shit jobs in rubbish strip joints.

They have him for a bouncer.

Not what it was though. Don't last long.

He's in London now.

More work there for him.

Author of "The After Run Society," nine letters.

- Uh.. - You alright to drive?

Half a glass of wine, I'm fine.

He's not here, but I got a number for him.

Well bloody done.

- Should we call him? - Apparently, he's in London.

I think we should give it a day or two in case Holly calls.

Let the story bed in.

You know, if we lose the business

I might try personal injury claims.

Think I've got a knack for it.

(Strike) What could you get me for my missing leg?

(Robin) Packet of crisps and a pint.

Anywhere cheap to stay around here?

There's a Comfort City Express down the road.

Thanks.

Holly told me you smashed Noel's head in.

'Is that true?'

Oh, I can play you the interview on scene with Brittany.

Framed my response to him.

He had a pre-existing concussion

from playing rugby that week.

'He started to have epileptic fits.'

I got him to let it out.

In between the fits, he'd tell anyone who'd listen

that he was going to destroy me.

Perks of the job.

What happened to Brittany?

I spoke to the wife.

She wouldn't hear a word of it.

Brittany was telling tales, a naughty little liar.

Noel was a good man and a good father.

And off they went.

She was 12.

After that, he knew she'd tell on him

and she knew that help wasn't coming.

She's the one I find hard to live with.

We have to find him and put him away.

- If he's our killer. - He's a child rapist!

'The army did their job properly.'

'There wasn't enough evidence for a case.'

- I know this must be hard-- - Don't. Do not.

You promised.

It's hard for anyone to hear.

What are we supposed to do, hunt them all down?

Yeah.

All of that and pay off the utilities bill.

We'll tell British Gas that's what we've decided.

Thanks.

[bell rings]

Good evening. Are you looking for--

- Two singles, please. - Two singles, alright, okay.

Is that one room with two single beds or--

Um, if you've got two different rooms..

Two rooms.

- Single in each. - One bed in each of 'em.

Oh, right.

I'm, I'm not trying to pry, I have to check--

No, that's fine. Thank you.

- Hm. - Here we are.

(Robin) Is your leg alright?

(Strike) No, it's been blown off.

You're limping.

You offering me a piggyback?

Could be the last thing you ever do.

I'm stronger than I look. It's all those gymkhanas I did.

Did you carry the horse?

If you hear anything, I'm just in here.

Okay.

[knocking on door]

- Hello? - 'It's me.'

- 'I've just heard from Wardle.' - Oh.

We're not going home just yet.

Wardle's found an old address for Laing.

He was living with someone in Corby.

Great.

We should check it out tomorrow.

- Oh, well, night. - Night.

I-I was just telling you now in case

you're making other plans for tomorrow.

Yeah.

- Sleep well. - Sleep well.

'Yeah, you too.'

Oh.

Give us one then.

Thanks.

Thanks.

So, how did you meet Laing?

I was on a drugs case in Cyprus, undercover

buying grass off a local guy who dealt with a lot of soldiers.

He told me about a squatter who said he chained his wife up

when she threatened to leave him.

'Sounded like grandstanding, but..'

...I checked it out anyway.

When no one answered the door, I kicked it in.

The smell hit me first.

I went upstairs and found his wife in the bedroom.

He told the court she was kinky, liked to be tied up.

She'd broken her wrist and dislocated her shoulder

tryin' to get free.

And there were internal injuries.

Tell me he didn't get off.

'Went down for 16 years.'

'He probably did eight.'

He'd have been out a while now.

(Strike) Are you Lorraine MacNaughton?

- Who are you? - I'm a detective.

I'm looking for information on Donald Laing.

I heard he lived here a few years ago.

- What's Donny done now? - Is he still here?

No. Thank Christ.

Would you mind if my partner and I asked you a few questions?

(Lorraine) 'Was it robbery he's done?'

Why'd you say that?

(Lorraine) 'Because he robbed me when he left.'

He took my jewelry.

He took my mum's ring.

I'm sorry, that's terrible.

How did you meet Donald?

Pub.

He was very charming.

Sorry, I know that sounds stupid.

He had his own company in Scotland, and..

But he got ill.

- What did he get ill with? - Oh, it was nasty.

Psoriatic arthritis.

Some days, he couldn't even move.

- Here, let me take that. - Oh, thank you.

- Were you together long? - Not even a year.

(Lorraine) It was after my mum died.

Donny did some work for Mrs. Williams at number 37

'across the road.'

'Eighty-seven with a lawn to cut'

and all her kids have gone abroad, you know?

He was nice to me.

'And he did raise money for charity.'

Despite it all, um..

- I miss him. - He was never violent?

No. And-and I told the police that.

Was this when you reported your jewelry missing?

No, Mrs. Williams was robbed

and attacked.

- Is she okay? - She's passed since then.

(Strike) 'Poor old Mrs. Williams.'

Beaten shitless for a couple of quid.

So, do you reckon that was Laing?

Cased it while he was mowing her lawn, didn't he?

For men like Laing and Brockbank and Whittaker

women are things to be used.

[sighs] And she still misses him.

(Strike) 'Here we go.'

Donald Laing's great charity efforts.

[scoffs] Go on.

- Forty pounds. - Oh.

Raised for psoriatic arthritis.

Well, it's not nothing.

Well, you can certainly say for absolutely sure

that people have started to realize he's a leech.

Yeah.

Where are you gonna stay?

Uh, at the flat.

At least for tonight.

Matthew's away, so..

Right.

'Thank you. Have a good night.'

You too.

[cell phone rings]

- 'Bob Bunsen, where are ya?' - Office.

I found Whittaker.

I know a girl who said, "Daddy, daddy, I love that pig."

And the farmer said, "Well, we all used to love the pig."

'Then the pigs become diseased.'

They won't stop squealin'.

Wait.

Bob Bunsen.

Very nice. See ya later.

Would you get in? Hey, Joe, get me some fags.

'Well, look who it is. Sherlock fuckin' Holmes.'

As I live and breathe.

Steph, come here.

Let me tell you a little story about this guy.

'I was banging his mummy back in the day for a while.'

I gave her a kid.

'Now she, she was a juicy old tart.'

This man kills women.

(Whittaker) 'You think this one gives a shit?'

She barely knows where she is half the time. Bless her.

I love him, darling.

Do you know what mummy used to like to do?

She used to like to suck me off

'after I sang to her.'

- Hm? - Mm-hmm.

Sing her a song, and then down she'd go.

Pavlovian response.

[grunts]

Fuck.

I can find you somewhere to stay.

Just fucking get in the van.

Motherfucker.

[dial tone rings]

(girl on phone) 'Hello?'

Hello.

(male #2 on phone) 'Zaharah, give that here.'

(Zaharah on phone) 'Ring ring, ring ring.'

- 'Who's this?' - Hello, is that Mr. Brockbank?

- 'Aye.' - This is, um, Venetia Hall.

I'm a personal injury claims lawyer.

I spoke to your sister, Holly, about getting compensation

from the army for the injuries they caused you.

'How's that?'

Well, I-I'd be very happy to go over it with you

if you're able to meet. Where might be convenient?

'What about Shoreditch?'

Could I maybe have a home address for you

and then I can send you our paperwork?

'Do I know you, little girl?'

[laughs] I'm pretty sure we've never met.

[phone disconnects]

Hm.

(Leda) I love him, darling.

One day, you'll feel like that about somebody.

[intense music]

[doorbell buzzes]

- Who is it? - 'It's Wardle.'

- 'Open the door.' - Hold on. Gotta get my leg on.

[reporters clamoring]

You ever met this girl?

- No. - Have a good look.

I haven't met her. Who is she?

She's the girl we found in Whitechapel.

So you've identified the body?

(Rochelle) Well, I'm not sure we can claim all the credit.

Took the morning papers for us to piece it together.

You've never met her?

Kelsey Platt.

[intense music]

[theme music]

The three names I gave you, who've you found?

We're still making enquiries.

(Strike) He addressed the leg to you.

He followed you. That's the pattern we have so far.

I know, and I will be careful.

Oh, my God. It's you.

I need to ask you about your sister.

Robin, I do think it's time to make a decision.

The wedding day is nearly here.

She's been followed. She's had body parts sent to her.

Robin's good at what she does. She's very good.

She manages the risks.

- Shanker! - You're a sociopath.

Have you seen something?

[screams]

We're finished.

Let's just find this guy.

Go, shit!