All language subtitles for Strike-Troubled.Blood-E03

I've taken on a
missing person case.

Margot Bamborough,
missing since 1974.

You thought she was
seeing someone else?

I met other men whose women had
gone missing and it destroyed them.

What did your dad think
happened to Margot Bamborough?

He thought, on balance,
it was probably Creed.

ON VIDEO: We found parts of his
victims in the sink, in the bath,

in the fridge.

Most people do think
Dennis Creed killed Margot.

Oh, Mr Strike? I have proof of
who killed Margot Bamborough.

I have a written confession.

♪ 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 blued

♪ Don't think about it

♪ Never doubt it

♪ I'll walk beside you. ♪

When Louise was born, she
became my whole world.

I loved raising
that little girl.

She was so spirited, you know?

Couldn't wait to grow up.

When all her friends
started walking home,

I thought, "Come on,
Brian, let her go a bit."

I thought I'd taught
her how to be safe.

But you can't really imagine
a man like Dennis Creed.

Oh, but I know
all about him now.

I know he killed my Lou,

and I got proof he
killed Margot Bamborough.

There's a good chance he
killed Kara Wolfson, as well.

We believe Kara Wolfson was
probably killed by a gangster.

Keep that to yourself.

We're hoping the police
will investigate.

Poor old Terry.

He went to his grave not
knowing where his sister was.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Once I'm gone, who's
going to find my girl?

Normal people don't understand
what it means to get a body back.

I'm sorry.

That's very hard.

Well, it's frustrating because
I could tell the police

a dozen places they
should dig, but...

..it's a lot of money,
Creed's in Broadmoor,

so what's the value to them, eh?

Could you show us what you've
got in terms of Margot?

Oh, yeah.

You can't use this till
you're sure you've got a case.

That's because how
I got hold of it.

I'd get my mate into trouble.

Thank you.

After Creed was banged
up in Wakefield,

I used to go up there
on the weekends.

I got friendly with the guards,
you know, drinking down the local.

They hated Creed.

But one of them nicked this out
of his cell and gave it to me.

"She tells me I need treatment.

"Her strategy is
laughably transparent.

"I have her chained,
I am whipping her,

"but she still believes her medical
training makes her superior.

"Her true education
has only just begun."

Does he name Margot?
No, no, no, no.

But he was writing his memoirs.

Has Creed ever
spoken about Margot?

That's not how he works.

He never helps.

The thing he likes is games.

Yeah, games.

I'll show you what I mean.

You'll have to come
up to Lou's room.

This is where I do my studying.

It feels like Lou's
with me, you know?

Erm, in the 1980s,

they let me write to him, and
that's what he wrote back.

"Your letter reached
me a week ago.

"Ordinarily, I would
not be permitted..."

It's a long letter. Let
me save you the trouble.

Have a look at the first
letter of each sentence.

Y. O. U. R...

Your.

The whole thing spells,

"Your daughter cried for
her mummy before she died."

Now, he never signed his
letters, "Ever yours, Dennis",

not to anyone else.

He did it because he needed
the E-D of "ever" and "Dennis"

to finish the word "died".

Did you show this to
the police? No, no.

He knew I wouldn't because
then they'd stop him writing

and there's even less chance for
me to get something from him.

Now, Creed, he won't talk to me.

I'm just something
he plays with.

But, you, ah, now you're famous.

He might just talk to you.

I'm sorry for everything
you've gone through, but...

Listen, I'm still going through.

He'd see you as a challenge.

You're something
he can boast about.

Our client won't want us
to take that kind of risk.

She asked for a very
discreet investigation.

If Creed told the papers he's
meeting us... I'll pay you, then!

Look, I'll sell some stuff.

Let me be the client.

You don't understand.

I mean, I was Lou's dad and
I couldn't take care of her,

couldn't keep her safe.

I mean, she's in my head first
thing when I wake up every day.

And bringing her home's the
last thing I can do for her.

I need your help. That's...

I'm sorry, I need your help.

We will try our best to
help you find your daughter.

Send me your fees. I'll pay.

No, no. It's OK. No charge.

I'll do all the work. I'll
do it in my spare time.

It's not like I've got a life.

You won't even have
to hear about it.

HE SIGHS

He tried to help us find Margot.

That bit of writing isn't even
close to being a confession.

Reads like a fantasy.

OK, but if he is
right about Creed,

then Creed is our only
chance of finding Margot.

Creed doesn't help people.

So Brian Tucker spent half a century
working on his daughter's case.

How long are you
going to give it?

Until I solve it.

I think...

..even if he dies, at least he
knows someone's still trying

to find his daughter.

I think that's worth
something, don't you?

Yeah, I do.

I know Kara Wolfson
probably won't get justice

and I know we probably
won't find Margot,

but I can't let them all go.

I just can't.

I think I need a pint.

What is that?

Pat made it.

She saw the pictures on my wall,

thought I might like a
portable version. Oh.

You like her, don't you?

In terms of people we haven't
spoken to who are still alive,

at least as far as we know,
there's Steve Douthwaite.

Last seen, working at
Baxton's, Canvey Island.

There's no trace of him.

I've searched every
record I can think of.

I've searched for Steve Jacks,
as well. There's nothing.

Satchwell's still
ignoring our calls.

His alibi's as solid
as it gets, though.

I think Anna would appreciate it

if we could rule out him
and Margot having an affair.

I think we might need to
change our approach with him.

And Dennis Creed, we should at
least go over the evidence again.

There are still questions.

SHE LAUGHS

Uh-huh.

PHONE RINGS

I'd better take this.

Hi, Lucy.

When can you come down?
Why, has something happened?

Just try and come this weekend,

and can you post any photos
you found for the album?

I don't think it can
wait until Christmas.

Can you do it today?

I'm on it. Bye.

I need to take care of something
I said I'd sort for Joan.

I'll make a start on Creed.

LAPTOP CHIMES

LAPTOP: I'm Johnny Rokeby and this
is your invitation to celebrate...

You ran a shop in
Clerkenwell in the 1970s.

Your logo was a big sunfl...

A sunflower, yes.

I just wondered, did
you have a delivery van?

Yeah, we did.

We had a full-time
driver and all.

No phones in here, please.

Have you a cigarette? I'm out.

I'm having a curry delivered.

Do you want a curry?

I can't do all them
chillies. Wrecks my guts.

This place does
other things as well.

Do you like chicken?

I'll get you some chicken.

Morning. Morning.

Afternoon.

I've rung the council.

There were poppadoms on
our doorstep this morning

and what looked like
chicken tikka masala.

Disgusting.

Robin here yet?

She's been in then
she went out again.

Sam, I need you to be
an obnoxious arsehole.

What do you reckon?

HE EXHALES I'll
have to dig deep.

Paul Satchwell lives on Kos.

Call his gallery, his
local bars, supermarkets,

anywhere that might know him.

Friends, neighbours.

Leave messages that
are going to annoy him.

Make sure you leave our
number for him. Got it.

It's just so nice
to see you again.

Sorry to ask a favour, but I know
you've got friends in high places.

Well, one or two.

They're a ruthless
bunch, really.

My stock's not what it was,
but if I can help, I will.

What is it?

I need to get permission to
talk to a prisoner in Broadmoor.

Dennis Creed.

Ooh. Very nasty.

What's it about?

The family of one of his
alleged victims is our client.

That's probably all
we should tell him.

He's been linked to a
number of missing women.

OK.

I think I might know who to
flatter and cajole at the MoJ.

Great.

Any Christmas plans?

Going home, up to
Masham in Yorkshire.

How about you?

I'll stay with my sister and...

I don't think I can see
my brother just yet.

Not quite ready.

If you'd like to get a drink in
the new year, I'd love to catch up.

I'd like that very
much, Venetia.

ROBIN LAUGHS

PHONE RINGS

Hello.

Hi. This is Beth Spencer
returning your call.

Sorry...?

I'm a social worker.

I work with Delia
and Samhain Athorn.

Yeah. Um...

Samhain said you told him

Margot Bamborough was killed by a
local gangster called Nico Ricci.

Um... Can I ask you,

did he bring up his dad
killing people with magic?

Yeah, we heard
something like that.

Ah, well, that's why I did it.

Their neighbours already
think they're odd.

We don't need people
thinking they're dangerous.

I actually got the
name from Samhain.

He's obsessed with
local gangsters

and seeing as he
struggles with names,

I thought I'd use
the one he knew.

It's just good to clear that up.

Have you been working
with them long?

Only a few years.

Anything else?

Uh, thank you.

OK. Bye.

You've been busy.

Yeah. Trying to clock off
early so I can start cooking.

Well, if you've got
any leftovers...

I'm cooking for you.

Eh?

Max's dinner party. Yeah...

My brother's coming too.

Right. Really looking
forward to it.

The phone box is on the
junction with Albemarle Way.

The van was seen... Oh,
yeah. ..near the green.

I found out some
stuff about the van.

There was a wholefoods store
that used a delivery van.

I spoke to the driver.

He admitted he WAS speeding
in the area at the time

and he didn't come forward
because basically he didn't want

to get embroiled in
a police inquiry.

The van wasn't Creed.

I don't think the struggle
near the phone box adds up.

Creed went for women who
were drunk or vulnerable.

He'd fool them into drinking
something he'd spiked.

Margot was sober, in a
rush to meet her friend.

I don't see why she'd have
stopped to talk to him.

Well, we know that
wasn't Margot.

The two women came forward
and they said it was them

the witness saw.

Do we have the interview Simon
Layborn did with that witness?

Yes, it is just...

Oh.

Tell Mr Satchwell that I
can't post his sex toys

until he confirms his
size, OK, sweetheart?

Thank you.

That was the gallery he
sells his paintings at.

Are you all right with
making a living doing that?

I'm delighted, Pat.

I think I've found my calling.

Interview with witness Ruby
Elliot, conducted on 7th May 1975.

I was looking for
my son's new house.

I'd gone around the same
streets at least twice,

trying to read a map,
people honking if you stop.

Everyone is so angry in London.

You're not wrong about
that! Anyway, I pull over...

..and I see two women ahead
of me near a phone box.

It looks like they're...
not having a fight,

but it's definitely something.

I think the short one was trying
to make the other one walk faster,

but there was a bit
of shoving, maybe.

And what did you make of it?

Well, I thought maybe one of
them had had too much to drink.

I didn't think about it
all that much at the time.

Did you get a good look at them?

The tall one had a raincoat on

and the short one had a plastic
rain hood over their head.

I'm afraid I didn't
see their faces.

I gather when you spoke to
Detective Inspector Talbot,

he thought one of them
might have been a man?

I felt like he wanted me to say
that, but, I mean, I don't know.

I can't be sure.

Do we have that article about
the women who said it was them?

One second.

Here we go.

Fiona Fleury.

"I do take issue with the paper
saying I was rough with my mother.

"I was only encouraging
her to walk faster

"because it was raining so much,

"but it was definitely
us the witness saw.

"I was wearing a rain cap
exactly as described."

It's the wrong way round.

Fiona's at least a foot taller.

It's her in the rain cap,
her mother's in the raincoat.

And Ruby Elliot said it was the
short one supporting the tall one.

What height is Dennis Creed?

Shorter than Margot.

So Talbot could have been right?

That could have been Margot.

And the short one really could
have been Creed wearing a disguise.

It's possible, but
I'm not convinced.

PHONE RINGS

Yep?

PAT: I've got Paul
Satchwell for you.

Put him through.

You little shit!

I've had friends calling
me in tears, asking me why

I want to paint pictures
of their arseholes!

What you're doing is illegal!

Illegal is slapping
Margot Bamborough

when she asked for
her photos back.

All I want from you
is straight answers,

and if I don't get them, I
think you have a fair idea

of how it's going to go.

All right. What do
you want to know?

PHONE RINGS

Hello? Hello, Cormoran.

It's Johnny, your father.

I just want to have a
chat. Is that all right?

Are you there?

Yeah. I'm listening.

I'm told that you've opened
the invitation to my party.

That's great. I'd
love you to come.

I'm busy.

Well...

What I really want to
say is I am proud of you.

Do you understand? Al
says you're still angry,

but there's two sides
to every story, right?

Now's not a good time to talk.

Well, I've got prostate cancer.

There might not always be time.

I can live with that.

Don't call again. But Corm...

I don't see how anyone can
justify being a soldier

under our last few governments.

Do you think women should
have the right to drive a car?

Well, that's a stupid question.

Taliban don't think it's
stupid. For them, it's a no.

And we tried to fix that
with a war, didn't we?

So remind me who's
running Afghanistan now?

So in your perfect
world, how does it go?

We keep the A-10s in
hangars and send in Derrida?

Go on, Jacques! Fuck them up with
your critique of Western thought.

I get it.

You're an anti-intellectual.

Oh, you could answer the
question. Shall we have pudding?

Courtney, could
you give me a hand?

Courtney doesn't carry
plates. She theorises them.

Ridiculing women isn't the
good look that you think it is.

She's smart.

She got a distinction
for her dissertation.

Anyway, Cormoran, Max really
wants to hear about Army life.

Yeah, well, first, I need to hear
about Courtney's dissertation.

This is perfect! Front
seats in a combat zone.

Well, in simple
terms... Appreciated.

..I argued that work is work,

bodily autonomy is paramount,

media are permeable,

and desire isn't exclusively
a masculine domain.

So you study porn?

If you want to put it like that.

But happy porn, though,

not the trafficked women,
underage porn. Just...

Who wants cheesecake?

Ooh! Maybe you need to step
outside of this Victorian mind-set.

One place I stepped into
was a brothel in Kosovo

where they were
filming 14-year-olds.

That's different.
That's rape. Cormoran...

No, it's an industry that really
agonises over those definitions.

Can we change the subject?

You're positioning yourself as
the saviour and totally ignoring

the lived experience of...

My lived experience is
dealing with human beings,

not writing 2,000 words on whether
rape is a post-modern construct,

because, believe me,
it fucking happens.

FRIDGE DOOR SLAMS

I'm so sorry.

I'm fine.

Robin...

Max, um...

The Army is...

It's fine.

Robin, I'm sorry.

And you two...

HE SNORTS

..you're fucking idiots.

Night.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

HE GROANS

Argh...

Urgh...

Urgh...

Oh.

Oh, it's you.

Ignore that. I was
drinking before I came out.

What?

What?

Fucking what?!

What?!

You arrive late,

because of course you do.

You arrive pissed because it's
only my new flatmate and my family.

Fuck 'em! Robin'll mop it up.

Hang on a minute...

Then it's time to start
talking about rape.

Only to make a point.
I didn't mean...

Look, I'm sorry.

I said I'm sorry.

No.

No. It's not enough.

VOICEMAIL: Robin
Ellacott. Leave a message.

SOFTLY: Dickhead.

Oh, hi, Lucy.

I'm making him some coffee.
Would you like some?

Yeah, thank you.

HE GROANS

I assume you're
going to Cornwall?

Yeah, Lucy's driving.

There's a big storm.
No trains running.

Robin, I'm sorry.

I don't want to talk. I just
want to get these files.

I might be away for a
few days. That's fine.

Robin, I really am
sorry about last night.

I just want to work.
I need to concentrate.

I only remember
half the evening.

Oh, you were great, Cormoran.

You put everyone at ease. You
helped out with the washing up.

The perfect guest.
Won't happen again.

No, it bloody well won't.

Coffee's made and
you need to pack.

They've just closed the A30.

We need to leave soon.

Is Joan...?

Yeah.

I don't know if I'll make it
in time. Lucy wants to try.

I'm sorry, Cormoran.

It's a long way to
go on a hangover.

And Lucy's a terrible driver.

I'd be all right with you.

I am really sorry.

I know you are.

Coffee. Drink it quickly.

There you go.

Ah, thank you.

The road's closed.
You have to go back.

We need to get to St Mawes.

You need to get off the road.

There's trees coming
down everywhere.

THUNDER RUMBLES Thanks,
Officer. We'll turn around.

If we turn left at
the end of that road,

we can try and
get over the hill.

How far are we now?
About 30 miles.

Turn around. We'll try
and use farm tracks.

THUNDER RUMBLES

I'll make some calls.

I have got some good news.

I got an email
this morning. Yeah?

Creed has agreed to
let us interview him.

Robin!

My God, you beauty!

I can tell you everything
you need to ask him.

I mean, no-one in the world
knows more about him than me.

Well, if you can start
with any evidence

you have that Creed took Louise.

They, uh, gave me this after
they were done with it.

They even told me, on balance,
they reckon Creed killed Lou,

but there wasn't enough proof,

and they didn't need
it to get him put away.

Cavalry's arrived.

Dave. Figured you'd
get stuck here.

Hi, Dave. Right,
Luce? Fit to walk?

I'll be fine.
Let's get cracking.

You remember Nell?

Been a while, mate.

Welcome home, boy.

Ain't home yet.

Here you are. Put these on.

THUNDER RUMBLES

Ted!

I never thought you'd make it.

I thought you wouldn't
get here. How is she?

She... She waited.

Thank you, Nell. You're welcome.

Let's go.

Dave...

Don't start.

Get inside or what the
fuck was it all for?

SHE EXHALES

Hello.

Are you comfortable?

Can I get you anything?

Just sit.

Just sit...

Wish I'd met your Robin.

Does she look after you?

HE CHUCKLES

It's not like that these days.

I'm supposed to
look after myself.

You've done enough of that.

Don't worry about me.

Oh...

You're a good man.

I'm so proud of you.

My lovely boy.

I love you, Joan.

HE GASPS

Mmm.

Stick?

HE EXHALES

ROBIN: Dear Ted,
Cormoran and Lucy.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

I know how much
she'll be missed.

I wish I'd met Joan, but
I feel like I knew her.

She was there for Cormoran
when he was growing up

and knowing the man he became, I'll
always be grateful to her for that.

That's great news about Creed.

Creed'll only talk to you.

I know that's not something
you agreed to... I'll do it.

Of course I'll do it.

When's the funeral?

Not till after Christmas.

So we're seeing Anna tomorrow.

Oh, I... I can't
make the meeting.

I'm sorry. I tried to move this
other thing... Robin, Robin.

..and I can't. You've
done more than enough.

It's fine.

How are you doing?

I'll talk to you tomorrow.

In terms of historic evidence,

we found the police
made one serious error.

They discounted a statement by
a witness who saw two people

struggling near a phone box.

I'm afraid it hasn't
got us any further.

Everyone we've spoken to says

your mum would never have left
you for Satchwell or anyone else.

Your mum told your dad
she'd met Satchwell.

That's why he suggested the
police check Satchwell's place.

There's no evidence
of an affair.

I think she wanted a bit
more attention from your dad.

I have to say, just knowing that
he met up with those other men

who'd lost women...

It means he was
trying to find her.

He tried.

I think we should keep
going. Whatever it takes.

No. Hear me out.

Roy looked for her.

He only stopped when he
realised he couldn't cope.

Can I ask you about
what your partner said

about wanting to continue?

I'm sorry. That
wasn't appropriate.

It was real, though.

I felt like she really cared.

She does. We both do.

We're nearly at the limit of
what we agreed we'd spend.

Bugger the money.

This is your happiness.

If it were you, if you were the
client and it was your mother,

would you still keep looking?

If you decide that's what you
want to do, we'd be happy to work

at a lower rate.
We'd do it at cost.

It is what we want.

Thank you.

I love you.

I love you too.

Nobody I know can understand why

a one-year marriage is
taking so long to sort out.

All I want back is the deposit
my parents gave me for the house.

I've subsidised you.

Do you need me to walk away
with nothing so that it looks

like it's all my fault?

Because I can write to
your friends and say that

if that's what you need.

Instead, we're both just
sat here missing work.

Yeah, well, I doubt that makes
that much difference to you.

Don't forget, I
know what you earn.

Thanks for agreeing to
talk to Creed. I'm all in.

You've got both of us
until we find Louise.

Not that you need anyone
else when you've got Robin.

A psychological profile done
by an American in the '80s.

It's very good.

The gist of it is, Creed likes
people to think he's clever.

So play on his vanity?

Oh, he'll expect you to be playing
a game to get Margot's body back.

He'll enjoy it.

Was he interested in
astrology or the occult?

Because the first detective
who worked on the case...

I know all about Talbot.

Using star signs to solve
the case, wasn't it?

Creed did like Aleister Crowley.
They found his books in the flat.

And there's a few theories that

he chose certain nights to
take women for satanic rituals.

Well, we'll look into that.

Try and get him talking
about places they never dug.

I mean, spots they did
check are marked in green.

That's Epping Forest.

The police were already there when
Louise was taken, weren't they?

Oh, well done. Yeah. Yeah, he was
running out of places by then.

What you want to do is get him
talking about these other 12 spots.

His aunt's place near Great Church
Wood, the Archer Hotel in Islington.

Now, he was a regular there.

Then there's the old granary
building. That's another one.

Afternoon, your highness.

Just ducking in.
These are for you.

How's it going
with the dead doc?

Missing doctor. Whatever the client
needs to believe. Am I right?

How's it going with Shifty?

Yeah, good. Nearly
there, inches away.

You... You got any
Christmas plans?

Going home to my mum and dad's.

Got your Christmas
stockings ready?

Too old for all that.

DOOR OPENS

Mmm. I thought you
thought that was junk.

You left it open.

Or did Baphomet do that?

SHE LAUGHS

To give Talbot his due, he was
the first person to realise

there was a serial
killer at work.

I still think... I mean...

"The killer is Capricorn."
He at least had a theory.

Roy was his Capricorn. Yeah,
but then he crosses out

his whole list of star sign
codes for his suspects.

I think he knew he'd
got it wrong somehow.

"Schmidt explains everything."
Let's get Schmidt in here.

Pat?

You got his tarot cards out.

My mum used to do it every day,

to help her make all
her good decisions.

Go on, then. You
obviously know how.

Pick one.

I'll, um... I'll pick
you up at nine tomorrow.

It should take about two hours
to get to Broadmoor with traffic.

Pat? I'm still here.

DOOR CLOSES

DOOR BUZZES

Thank you for this.

You're welcome. This way.

DOOR BUZZES

Hello, Cormoran.

Hello, Dennis.

Who are you working
for today, then?

I suspect you'll work that out.

Sign of narcissism.

Withholding information to
make yourself feel powerful.

I think you're working for
Margot Bamborough's daughter.

She'd be about 51
now, wouldn't she?

Probably worth a few bob.

You don't come cheap
with your reputation.

Or is it old Brian Tucker?

I can't see how he'd pay.

I'm confident he's still alive.

Why so confident?

Because somebody would have run a
story in the papers when he dies.

"Father goes to
grave not knowing."

The public seem to like
that kind of story.

You could check online.

I never use the internet.

Not allowed to in here.

They like to do things
to frustrate me.

They stuff me full of
drugs that I don't need,

feed me swill to ruin my body.

I should be in a prison,
not here. They know that.

I could even be very useful
if they'd meet me halfway.

So you're arguing you're sane.

I understand that it suits
society to say otherwise.

Look at the world.

Men like me target
society's unwanted.

Polite society won't
say it out loud.

But they're not unhappy
those people are dead.

They don't work hard to catch us
while we're pruning out the rot.

Men like me are necessary.

Nietzsche knew it.

Crowley knew it.

I'd heard you read Crowley.

Do you have me down
as a devil worshipper?

Aren't you?

You've read about Detective
Talbot, haven't you?

Did you know he tried to
solve me using star signs?

Didn't work out
very well, did it?

CREED CHUCKLES

Maybe I was born
under the 13th sign.

Not classifiable by
an orthodox system.

Maybe that's why he
couldn't catch me.

Hmm.

So no killing during the season of
the moon, or cult of the Ruby Star?

So we've both read Crowley.

Sane men don't believe
in Satan or horoscopes.

And I am sane.

Your doctors disagree.

I know more about
psychology than they do.

You knew a bit about drugs, too.

Pentobarbital, phenobarbital
slipped in a drink.

My field of expertise.

What if a woman
had been drinking?

With alcohol in the blood,

isn't there the danger you'd kill
them before you got them home?

I could always tell
how much she'd had.

I'd alter the dose.

Did you adjust the
dose for weight?

Of course.

And did they always finish
the drink you gave them,

even if they needed
to be somewhere else?

You're thinking Dr Bamborough
would have been too clever

to end up in my van.

Doctors make mistakes,
like everyone.

You didn't always
use the van, did you?

You met Noreen
Sturrock on a bus.

You gave her a can of Coke.

Cans of pop...

Adjusting the dose for
the smaller body...

Maybe you ARE here for
little Louise Tucker.

As a matter of fact, my client
is Margot Bamborough's daughter.

What do you want
out of this meeting?

I want to go back to Belmarsh,

where I can finish my book.

Keeping me here costs the taxpayer
five times as much as prison.

Where do you think they want me?

They want you back in prison,

but the public don't get
to decide where you belong.

That's down to your doctors.

Do you think you could
change anyone's mind

by talking to the press?

Because there's
a way to do that.

You tell me where Margot
Bamborough is buried,

I'll have a body and
you'll have a trial.

If you plead not guilty
you'll take the stand,

then you can speak to
the press directly.

I killed Louise Tucker.

Saw her in her school uniform.

Hard to resist.

There wasn't any planning.

No drugs.

Very unlike me.

I saw her and I took her.

There's no evidence Louise
Tucker was ever in your basement.

That's cos she never
was in my basement.

I did take her necklace off
her before I dumped the body.

Thousands of those butterfly
necklaces were made.

How about this, then?

She called her stepmum Claws.

She told me all about how
unhappy she was at home.

Ask Brian Tucker how else I
could have known about that.

It's not enough. Without a body

they'll think you're just
looking for attention.

It would never go to court.

Why don't you tell
me where Margot is?

Once I'm back in Belmarsh...

..then maybe I'll be able to
talk about Margot Bamborough.

Might feel up to it once
I'm not being drugged.

You're full of shit, Dennis.

I don't believe you had anything
to do with Louise or Margot.

Ready to go.

Why don't we meet halfway?

Then we'll find out

how clever you are.

You'll find Louise

where you find M54.

The M54?

You'll find her
where you find M54.

If you can work that out,

after that, maybe then
we can talk about Margot.

Those are my terms.

I know your type, Cormoran.

You read about women
fighting near a phone box,

you read about a van
seen speeding away.

Everyone else has got it wrong.

Now you'll be the one
who gets it right.

I can see to that.

But it's my rules.

The plea for witnesses
was in all the papers.

The phone box women, the van.

That's in the dozen books about
you. I expect you've read them all.

The unanswered questions.

No. We've answered them.

That wasn't you driving the van.

You never met Margot. I
ruled you out some time ago.

I was only ever here
for Louise Tucker.

I think you're a
fucking lunatic.

And if anyone asks,

I'll say you should be here
in Broadmoor till you rot.

DOOR BUZZES

Motorway... Motorway. Car...

Try searching M54 minus
motorway, minus car.

There's a star called M54.

It's located in the
constellation of... Sagittarius.

Yeah. How did you know that?

I think I know where
Louise is buried.

Sagittarius is also
called the Archer.

One of the places
that Brian Tucker said

Creed might have used under pressure
is the Archer Hotel in Islington.

George Layborn.

We've found what
looks like a skeleton.

It's going to be her, isn't it?

How did you figure it out?

Creed's clue about Sagittarius

wasn't as clever as he thought
it was. More bloody star signs.

I asked him about star
signs because of Talbot.

Yeah. He said if Talbot couldn't
catch him, maybe it was because

he was born under the 13th sign.

13th? Probably taking the piss.

Yeah, well, he's not
laughing now, is he?

I'd better get back. If
you do speak to her dad,

nothing's official till we've
done dental records, right?

You know how Creed said
he was born under sign 13?

"Unclassifiable".

I looked up the 13th sign.

It exists. It's part of a 14-sign
zodiac system developed in the '70s

by an American astrologer.
Guess what his name was?

Stephen Schmidt.

"Schmidt explains everything."
All this crossing out is Talbot

trying to apply Schmidt's 14-sign
zodiac to his suspects' birthdays.

That was already a
mad thing to be doing.

Yeah. No, I know that. But the
point is, under Schmidt's system,

people's star signs change.
One of them, Steve Douthwaite,

becomes a Capricorn.

"Capricorn kills Julie W."

So I ran a search in the local
newspaper archives for the names

Julie and Steve in
a ten-year period

with Canvey Island and the
holiday camp as search modifiers.

I think I've found Julie W.

Julie Wilkes was a holiday rep
at Baxton's in Canvey Island.

She died while Douthwaite
was working there,

not that long after Carl
Oakden wrote that article

about him changing his name.

Look, it even mentions Julie's
on-off boyfriend Steve.

"Fellow holiday camp
rep Steve Jacks,

"who declined to speak with us."

How did Julie die?

She was found intoxicated,
floating in the camp pool.

Police questioned Steve,
but no charges were brought.

He left Baxton's a week later.

Look what I found in
Talbot's notebook.

It's a train ticket
to Canvey Island,

dated the week before
he was sectioned.

I think Douthwaite was the
last thing he worked out.

"I've been looking into
an ex-girlfriend of his,

"who apparently
committed suicide."

Margot becomes his doctor and
he starts sending her chocolates

and asking to see
her every week.

And suddenly she goes missing.

Then he moves and his new girlfriend
is found drowned at Baxton's.

Talbot was looking
for a serial killer.

I think he might have found one.