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Hello, Bluey. Jago's going to ruin me.

Ruining you is just a bit of extra fun.

They're dragging me into their
bloody divorce over nothing!

What did she want?

Me to dig up dirt on Jago
to force him to back off.

Have you heard of The Ink Black Heart?

- It's a TV show, isn't it?
- It started out as a cartoon.

Me and Josh, my ex-boyfriend, made it.

One of the fans is stalking me online.

They use the name Anomie.

Isn't this the girl
we had in here a while back?

Edie Ledwell, yeah.

She's been murdered.

Find out who Anomie is.

Anomie's claiming he killed Edie
and the Halvening's

taking credit as well.

Is there any evidence that
the Halvening killed Edie?

Well, we know the killer used
a Taser on Edie and Josh.

The Halvening use
high-quality latex disguises

and materials for making bombs.

We should sign up for Drek's Game.

If Anomie's active and you can see

your suspect's not on a computer

or on a phone, we can rule them out.

I wrote her a letter.

Katya wrote it down for me
and put it in her coffin.

- Did they mention the letters?
- Why do you say that?

I had a similar call. My one said,

"Look at the letters in Edie's coffin."

Here's a list of everyone
I can remember being around

from when they were making
their first episode.

Are you going to come back?

We'd like to,
but your mum seems pretty busy.

Well, that's because she's always
with Josh.

She goes wherever he is.

The other creator is called
Morehouse. Is that right?

Yeah, he's got close with
this other mod, Paperwhite.

She sent him nudes.

She sent them
to all the mods who are guys.

He thought I was a guy for ages.

I need a name, Rachel.

His name's Vikas Bhardwaj.
He was my best friend in the game.

Did Vikas talk about a girlfriend?

There's a girl that he talks to online.

Goes by Paperwhite?

Synced & corrected by -robtor-
www.addic7ed.com

So, you're saying before you came
here, you packed skeleton keys.

I didn't pack them for the purpose
of this visit.

They were in the car.
We went and got them

when we realised we needed them.

Are you aware of the laws regarding

- people carrying lock-picking kits?
- Yes, I am. Are you?

Should we talk about Dr Bhardwaj?

Is the phrase "going equipped
to steal" familiar to you?

Thanks for your message. Shall we?

Er, we're all done here, sir.

Thank you.

So, Vikas Bhardwaj was
one of the creators of Drek's Game?

Yes, known as Morehouse.

Have you got any idea how long
he's been dead for?

Roughly 24 hours.

There are loads of these
in the building.

The killer must have been
desperate to risk it.

How do you reckon the odds of him
wearing a latex mask?

Got nothing dodgy, but here's
Dr Bhardwaj coming back to his room.

Thing is, we've got him
leaving his room an hour later,

and that's all we can find.

Don't see how
he gets back to his room again

when that corridor's the only access.

That isn't Vikas going in and out.

That's the killer in a latex mask.

And that's not Vikas' wheelchair.

Look, the hand rims and the armrests.

Someone probably held the front
door for him, like they did us.

It's not the Halvening.

It's Anomie, using
the Halvening's methods.

When he killed Edie,
he wanted to set them up.

This time, he's using the same
methods because he knows they work.

We're about to arrest the Halvening.

We've identified a dozen of them,
including Wally Cardew

and the man who attacked you in the pub.

We can look to see whether
Anomie's connected to them.

Not connected. He used them.

That's why they went looking for him
in Comic-Con Live.

They wanted to kill him.

Vikas and his girlfriend
were making plans to visit us.

Anomie will be going after her next.

We need to find her.

- Do you have her details?
- Just her player name in Drek's Game.

- Paperwhite.
- OK.

Ta.

I could try talking to
Paperwhite in the game.

She just needs to call us,
or the police.

Does she play every day?

She's in there most days, yeah.

Oh, by the way, Jago Ross's
daughter put on Instagram

something about going
to Kent this weekend.

I think I should be there.

OK. Thank you.

The divorce hearing is next week.

I'm in.

Paperwhite's here.

I'll open a private chat with her.

Hey, Paperwhite, can we talk?

I'll cut straight to it.

You need to call the police.

Why?

Vikas is dead.

Anomie killed him.

Don't troll me.

I chatted to him yesterday and...

You've been banned!

She was halfway through typing a reply.

Anomie must be monitoring
private conversations.

It's his game, he's a control freak.

He'll have designed it that way.

At least Paperwhite knows about Vikas.

I'm not sure she believed me.

No, but she'll want to
check in with Morehouse,

and when he's not in the game,
she'll take it seriously.

We've got to find some way to warn her.

Could we ask Rachel Ledwell
to talk to Paperwhite?

They're not that close. We could try
Yasmin Weatherhead, though.

She's a moderator, like Rachel.

Let's do that.

You're in early.

So are you.

In case you hadn't noticed,
we're very busy at the moment.

We'd be lost without you, Pat.

- Cup of tea?
- Yeah.

You look like you could use a whole pot.

Are we interested in helping find
"Merlin's true burial place"?

They're offering to share
the treasure, in lieu of payment.

Stick it on the "maybe" pile.

Huh!

Oh, could you get me
Yasmin Weatherhead's address?

Yeah.

She's not answering her phone.

Get down!

Oh.

The package started hissing.

Are you OK?

Stay there.

Police?

I'm at the Strike Detective Agency
on Denmark Street.

We've been sent a parcel bomb.

Yeah, yeah, we're fine.

They're already on their way.
Someone else called it in.

I've left my e-cig in there.

You can't go in there,
half the ceiling's come down.

There's the rest of it.

Excuse me. Sorry, excuse me.

That's my office up there. I work there.

It's OK. It's OK. Let her through.

Look, they're OK.

They're in a coffee shop.

I'm really sorry. We rounded up
most of the Halvening this morning,

including the bomb maker,

but this one got through
before we grabbed him.

- Oh, my God.
- I'll show you where they are.

Can you take her round to the coffee
shop?

Yeah, sure. See you later.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Are you all right?

She got my door shut before it went off.

Saved us both. You're a bloody marvel.

And you make a very good fruit cake.

There's going to be
a conversation about a raise.

It'll be a short conversation.

Hmm. Do you need to stay here
to talk to the police?

No, we've done all that.

So, what's the damage?

His bedroom fell on my desk.

That sofa turns into a sofa bed.

You can stay at mine.

Thanks.

I'm going to go and see
Yasmin Weatherhead.

We've got to find Paperwhite
before Anomie does.

One of us should stay here.

Thank you.

- Sorry, I'm busy.
- Obviously, you know who I am.

You can't come in, my parents are out...

You're an adult.
And either you talk to me,

or your
mum and dad are going to come home

to find the police
tearing their house apart.

- So what's it going to be?
- You can't do that.

- That's a breach of my rights.
- I've just been blown up...

..for the second time in my life, so...

..I'm not going to argue with you.

Right, five minutes,
and then you have to go.

I don't know if you've heard the news.

13 members of a far-right group
have just been arrested.

I don't know anything about that.

The Halvening.
Not had any dealings with them?

Never. I'm Antifa.

You took information from
a member of the Halvening

and you passed it on to Josh Blay.

Yeah, I was trying to help Josh.

You started a chain of events
that led to Edie's murder.

Your friend, Vilepechora,

likes to send bombs to left-wing women.

I thought he was an actor.

I went to his play,
and when I told him who I was,

he just walked off like I was
a crazy person, all right?

They lied to me too!

I'm going to give you another chance,

but if you mess around,
if you lie to me,

I'm not just going to call the police,

I'm going to take all
the information I have

and give it to every single
Ink Black Heart forum I can find.

Forget your book.

For the rest of your life, you'll be
Yasmin Weatherhead, literal Nazi.

I want to know who Anomie is,
where I can find Paperwhite.

You're still playing Drek's Game,
Anomie talks to you.

- What's he been telling you?
- No, he'd kill me.

Well, he might. Morehouse just got
his throat slit in Cambridge.

- That's not true.
- Vikas Bhardwaj. Look him up.

It's in your interest to help me
catch him, Yasmin.

He's been making me play as him.

Like, in the game.

He tells me when to log in
and play as Anomie.

You've been helping him set
up alibis for his murders.

How long have you been doing that?

For... for ages.

Since Edie died.

Do you know anything about Anomie?

No. No, I swear on my life.

What about Paperwhite?

I don't know who she is.

You told my partner she'd sent some
photos of herself to some people.

Yeah, only the guys.

Who are the male moderators?

The only one left is Fiendy.

OK.

You need to call DCI Murphy.

That's his card.
Tell him everything you told me.

If Anomie contacts you
with any more instructions,

you call me straight away.

You know how to find me.

Do I... do I keep playing the game?

Yeah, you'll have to. Otherwise,
he'll know something's up.

I'll see myself out.

Call Murphy now.

Ah!

Hi, this is Rachel, leave a message.

Hi, Rachel, it's Robin Ellacott.

I remember you saying that
you let people online

think your Fiendy character was a guy.

Well, we've been told that
a lot of the male moderators

were sent a picture of Paperwhite,

and I was just wondering
if there's any chance

that you've been sent one too.

And even if you deleted it, please
could you check your deleted folder

and see if you've still got it?
It's really important.

I'd really appreciate it.
Thank you, bye.

Why do you assume she deleted it?

I don't. I, er...
I think she might have kept it.

I just... I'm giving her a way
to admit she's still got it,

without making her feel uncomfortable.

- You deserve a pay rise as well.
- Ha!

Are you all right, Pat?

Does this happen to you a lot?

Well, not usually in the office.

_

Hi, Nicole. Hi. I'm Robin.

Come in. Thanks for seeing us.

Er, can my dad sit in?

Er, some of what we want to ask you
might be a bit intimate.

Oh, I don't care about any of that.

Yeah, that's definitely me.

How did you get this?

In Drek's Game, you're friends
with a player called Morehouse,

- is that right?
- What's Dreg's Game?

Drek's Game.

Based on The Ink Black Heart.

Oh, right. Yeah, I've heard of that.

I was never really into it.

You're saying you've never
played Drek's Game?

Definitely not.

Does the name Paperwhite
mean anything to you?

Are they using my picture
as part of the game or something?

- Oh, great!
- Dad, I didn't give it to them!

- But you did take it.
- Yes, for my boyfriend! No-one else.

Could I ask who your boyfriend is?

My ex-boyfriend, Marcus.

But he wouldn't have shared it
with anyone.

He could have had his phone stolen.

Well, he didn't have his phone
stolen, and neither have I.

I doubt I've even got
that photo any more.

I hope he's kept it. I look hot.

Oh, for God's sake!

Marcus was a drama student.

He was surrounded by actresses.

I had to give him something
to think about.

He would never share them. He's not
that guy, and we're still mates.

Does Marcus have a flatmate?

He lives with his sister.

Darcy's a few years older than him
and she's lovely.

Why would she want to show
anyone that picture?

Could we have Marcus' details?

Oh, you're not going to
be mean to him, are you?

- Give them his damn number!
- Come on! Don't be like that!

This is one for the memoirs.

Someone has gone catfishing
with MY pictures.

What? Oh, come on, Dad, even you
must have heard of catfishing.

Someone has been pretending to be me

to get someone else to fall for them.

Have you ever spoken to,
or messaged with,

or had any communication with
a Dr Vikas Bhardwaj?

OK, wait.

Yeah, here it is.

He follows me on Twitter.

He always liked my tweets.

- Did you chat with him?
- No.

I didn't really understand
why he was following me.

I only post art stuff on that account,

and he's, like, a scientist, right?

He was. He's dead.

Dead, as in...?

Murdered. In Cambridge.

So, this guy, Vikas,

the reason he liked all Nicole's tweets

was because he thought he was
in a relationship with her?

- Is that what you're saying?
- It would appear that way, yes.

- Is my daughter in danger?
- Not that I know of,

but it would be best if you didn't
discuss this with anyone.

I looked at some of the stuff
Vikas posted.

He seemed like a sweet guy.

- I hope that I didn't...
- You didn't do anything wrong.

We're going to catch the person who did.

I didn't get banned for talking
to Paperwhite, did I?

I was talking to Anomie all along.

Anomie created Paperwhite
to keep tabs on Vikas

because he doesn't trust anyone.

He gave Vikas someone
to fall in love with,

so that he'd know what he was thinking.

It was Paperwhite who suggested
they get in touch with us.

As soon as Vikas agreed,

Anomie knew his friend couldn't
be trusted, so he killed him.

So brutal.

Are you OK? I saw the bombing
on the news.

Yeah.

I'm fine, though.

So, are you coming over to mine?

No, I've checked into a hotel.

So sorry, this bed's actually tiny!

You fucking dick!

Yeah, fair play.

You can smoke, if you open a window.

I'm going to try and give this
a proper go.

How do you know when they're done?

- What do you mean?
- What's the equivalent of smoking it

- down to the butt?
- Oh.

Maybe they've run out of battery.
You'll have to ask Pat.

Who was your phone call?

Nobody important.

My mum's been on the
phone twice already.

The bombing's been on the news.

How's she taking it?

Oh, you know,
she thinks I should go home.

You can, erm...
You can have a drawer, if you want.

Oh, it's OK. I'll have to find
a place for myself anyway.

You letting me stay here is more...

You can stay for as long as you like.

I never use the sofa anyway,

- I'm always working.
- Thanks.

Joan was very specific about
the right size for a roast potato.

- Really?
- Used to drive me mad.

Well, erm, feel free to do it
any way you like.

Too late for that.

Aah...

Can I borrow your laptop?
Mine was in the office.

Er, yeah.

- What are you going to do?
- Everyone we've cleared of using

Drek's Game is back in,
thanks to Yasmin Weatherhead.

The only thing we've really got
is Nicole Crystal's photo.

If she's right and it is
nowhere else on the internet,

then either Anomie's
nicked it off her phone

or he's got it off her
ex-boyfriend, Marcus.

I'm following up with him today.

Right, I, er... Oh.

I'd better go. Be careful of Jago Ross.

- He's an arsehole.
- Yeah, I will.

It's not just his first wife
and their children he's beaten up.

He's hit other women.

- Charlotte told me.
- When?

Back when she first started seeing him.

If she knew that about him,
why did she marry him?

She thought I'd come
galloping into church to save her.

Their kids are worth saving.

Er, I'll keep my distance.

Absolutely no point having it that low.

Don't be such a bloody coward!

Seriously!

No, Daddy, that's too high.

- There we are.
- It's too high,

- she can't do it.
- It's not too high.

Of course she can do that.

- What are you talking about?
- It's too high, she can't do it...

Don't answer me back! You are pathetic!

Get in the house, now!

Daddy, I can't, it's too high!

She can't! Use the bloody whip
on him, then!

It's too high!

Come on!

Argh! Ah!

My leg! My leg!

Oh, get up!

No, stay down!

- Stay down!
- Who the fuck are you?!

I-I think she's broken her leg!

I'll call an ambulance. Go and...

Go and get a blanket!

You're OK.

You'll be OK.

My leg!

What are you staring at?

I need an ambulance, please.

Your mother will come
and meet you in hospital,

pick your sister up from here.
I need to get back to London, OK?

- Marcus speaking.
- Marcus, it's Cormoran Strike.

Did Nicole mention I might call?

She did, yeah.

I just want to say I'd never share
pics of Nic or anyone else.

That's scumbag behaviour.

I believe you, but can I
ask you some questions?

Sure, sure. Anything.

Have you or your sister ever been
into The Ink Black Heart?

No, not at all.

It's not bad, but it's not my thing.

If they offer me a part in their
movie, it's a different story.

You've never had grief
from any of the fans?

- Why would I?
- I recognised one of them

being rude in the comments
section of your Twitter.

Er, I mean, that's just
social media, right?

Someone's going to hate you,
just because you exist.

I have to be there because I'm an actor

and casting people take that stuff
seriously, but it's a cesspit.

- You can ask my sister.
- She's deleted all her accounts.

Yeah, some dickhead posted
her private details on Reddit

and called her a "criminal bitch".

She had strangers writing
to our parents to call her a whore.

It was fucked up.

What was going on in her life
when that happened to her?

Nothing. It was out of the blue.

We were both in London, studying.

I was doing drama school,
she was at RGM.

I don't know. She's nice to everybody.

She was gutted about it.

Deleted everything
and cried for about a month.

As soon as we find out who's
responsible, we'll let you know.

Thanks, man.

I'll kill them myself
if you throw me a name and address.

Be in touch.

- Give me your camera.
- No.

You've been trespassing.

Right to Roam.
Sometimes, people get lost.

No need for a performance,
your camera's off now.

Hand it over, before you get hurt.

I know exactly who you are.
Your Cormoran Strike's little bitch.

Big day for you.

Why don't you take a break from
hurting women and go fuck yourself?

Argh! Agh!

Oh, ugh!

_

It's too high, she can't do it.

Don't answer me back!

You are pathetic!

Get in the house, now!

Daddy, I can't, it's too high.

Use the bloody whip on him, then!

Aah...

Had some work done?

I suppose none of us
are getting any younger.

Let's get this over with.

I've settled with her.

Corm.

What are you doing here?

And the Oscar for Best Actress...

I didn't know he was coming, actually.

Jago's just offered to avoid court,
and I'm being given

an extra 200,000.
199 for James and 1,000 for Mary.

Oh, is a girl even worth that?
I don't know.

- Not if she takes after her mother.
- Ha-ha.

It's my final offer, and I'm only
making it to spare my children

having to read about their mother
in future.

Now, what about you?

I want my
agency kept out of your shitshow.

That's all.

What about the video?

What video?

We've got footage
of Jago forcing his daughter

to attempt a jump
that resulted in serious injury.

We've also got him hitting
his older daughter.

Your ex-wife has seen the footage

and is considering
filing for sole custody.

Needless to say,
we'll keep the originals.

If my name comes up in court,
or at any other time,

the tabloids will be sent
copies as well.

I never slept with your wife, Jago.

You should know how she works by now.

Don't ever contact me again.

Either of you.

Corm!

Thank you.

I didn't do it for you.
I did for myself.

And his daughters.

Don't kid a kidder, Bluey.

Look, I'm free of him now,

and you and Madeline are over with,
so let's celebrate.

Let's have a drink.

Please.

It'll probably end up being
joint custody, thanks to you,

so there'll be plenty of time
where it's just you and me together.

Are you not going for full custody?

I mean, I can if you want me to.

Goodbye, Charlotte.

Robin Ellacott.

The footage is perfect.

That whole problem is over.

Thank you. I just got a call
diverted from the office.

It was, erm... It was a death threat.

Where are you?
I'm at the flat. Where are you?

You need to get out of there.

Go to a hotel.

- But they've arrested the Halvening.
- Only the ones they know about.

No, I'm better off here. The door's
double-locked, the alarm's on.

I mean, if they're outside, hoping
that I'll panic and run, then...

So call a cab, ask for a male driver,

tell him you need help with your bags.

I mean, it's probably just
someone trying to scare me.

They're fucking terrorists!
Everything they do

is supposed to scare
the shit out of people!

And if it's not the Halvening,

- if it's Anomie...
- Can you just stop shouting at me?!

Listen to me.

I'll come and get you.

Aah! What just happened?

Ah, nothing.

It's your leg, isn't it?

Will you forget about me?!

All right, Cormoran, I will call a taxi.

I will get a male driver,
everything you said. I'll, erm...

Meet me at the Z Hotel.

Your muscles are very tight.

The hamstring's gone before.

If I could just get some painkillers.

I have tried to lose weight, but...

Yeah? What's your poison?

Curry and beer?

Yeah.

You're good at this.

At the very least,
you've damaged your ligaments.

You'll have to keep weight off it
for four to six weeks.

Ice packs, elevation.
I'm sure you know the drill.

Can you raise the leg for me?

Has it done that before?

It used to spasm after the amputation,

but it stopped after a few months.

How long ago was the amputation?

Seven years. IED in Afghanistan.

- OK, you can get dressed again.
- Thanks.

It's, erm, unusual for myoclonus

- to start up again like this.
- I'm getting older,

everything's falling apart.

Are you under a lot of stress?

No more than usual.

Look, you've got
other patients to see...

You're my patient now, and this
is relevant to your treatment.

I just need some painkillers.
Decent ones.

I can give you a week's worth, but
they're not going to fix anything.

You need to work on a proper recovery.

Hey. How did you get on?

- I think I know who it is.
- Anomie?

He used the same trick to go after

Kea Niven and Darcy Bernard.

Hated them enough to get careless.

Now, there's work to be done
to make that stick.

Grant Ledwell lied to us.

We need to get the truth out of him.
He's agreed to see us.

Are you OK?

I've asked Barclay
to talk to Darcy Bernard.

I don't want to scare anyone off,

but we don't have enough time
to cover it all ourselves.

Anomie knows we're closing in.

If he thinks he's about to get caught,

I'm worried he'll go out like his hero.

- Who's his hero?
- Marc Lepine.

Killed 14 women and blamed feminism.

Anomie had several accounts.

He uses the name Lepine's Disciple
for one of them.

Oh, yeah, I remember that one.

He, erm...
He sent a question to Josh and Edie.

He asked if they were a couple.

Any woman who hurts
Anomie's feelings gets destroyed.

Kea Niven and Darcy Bernard
are two of them.

I'm sure there's more. Is that for me?

- Yes.
- Thank you.

- I need to lie down.
- Do you want me to...?

I've got it! I've got it!

Here.

I'm worried about you.

You don't need to be.

Apart from anything,
how would you defend yourself...?

You're saying I'm a dead weight
in my own agency?

No, that is not what I'm saying. No,
don't twist my words.

You would never let someone else
out on a job in your condition.

Ever. It's my decision.

Oh, for Christ's sake!

I don't want to lose you...

..and the more you keep pushing
yourself, the more likely that is.

Look, I...

I didn't want to say anything, but
you're in pain all the time now.

And if you won't hear it from a
friend, then you need to hear it

from your business partner.

I'll sort myself out.

I'm trying.

Just let me get through this.

- Hi, Barclay.
- I'm here.

Darcy will be back from work
in about an hour.

Try not to scare her.

I'll be on my best behaviour,
don't you worry.

Lovely house.

Cheers, but, er, we're not staying.

Decided to go back to Oman.

Better schools, plenty of sunshine,

and nobody watches bloody
Ink Black Heart.

They've got most of the internet
blocked,

which I reckon is a good thing.

Now, come on, what's the update?

We're 90% sure we know who Anomie is.

Well, 90% is good enough for me.

We can't act on it until it's proven.

Well, come on, who is it?

Thing is, we're missing
a key piece of evidence,

but I'm hoping you can help us
with that.

Me?

The call you had with Edie,

the one
where she said she thought Josh Blay

was trying to push her out,
when was that?

- Last year, sometime.
- Could you be more precise?

June.

- Edie rang you on your mobile number?
- Yeah.

When was the last time
you'd spoken before that call?

- Sorry, how's this relevant?
- It's relevant.

I'm just going to go
and check on Heather.

Might need a bit of good cop, bad cop.

How bad do you want me to be?

Don't be afraid to call me a prick.

I'm going to have to go and help
with kids' bedtime soon, so, erm...

Not a problem, we'll be quick.

Have you had any more calls
about digging up Edie

- and looking at those letters?
- No, just the two I told you about.

The first one to Heather
and the second one was me.

So, was it Anomie doing that?

No, it wasn't.

Did they say which letter
to look at in particular?

Just said to look at them.

The thing is, when you
told me about the call,

you didn't say anything about
the letters.

You just told me the caller said,

"Dig up Edie Ledwell".

Why would you leave out the letters?

Well, his niece had just been murdered.

Thank you. Exactly.

Then later on, you told me you
drove over to give the undertaker

"the sodding thing", singular.

It implies you just gave him
one letter, not two.

Yeah, well, like your partner says,
I've been grieving,

so if I got mixed up...

So, when the police ask the undertaker,

will he say he put one letter
in the coffin, or two?

Well, why would the police ask him that?

Because it's a murder case,

and people who lie
tend to get caught out.

Cormoran! You're making it out like
Mr Ledwell's done something wrong,

which is clearly not the case.

I'm so sorry.
Everything you've been through,

it must have been really tough.

Yeah, it's been bloody tough.

And I really don't see
what difference it makes

what went into the coffin.

Would you admit that you did
put one letter in the coffin?

No, I'm asking how this is relevant.

The police have looked at the
phone records, including yours.

You never had a phone call with
Edie about Josh Blay, or anything else.

We weren't supposed to tell him that.

It's standard procedure.

It doesn't imply that the police
think you're guilty.

I have done nothing.

We've established that Edie
never called you about Josh.

In fact, there's no evidence
that Josh or Katya Upcott

ever tried to push Edie out,
but you clearly think otherwise,

and I think there's a reason for that.

He's not going after you, Grant.

He just needs to know the truth.

There was other circumstantial evidence.

Can I get you chaps some crisps?

Grant was just telling us how he
didn't put the letter in the coffin.

Oh, you've told them? That's good...

Shut up.

It's good that you've
told him to come clean,

because withholding evidence
in a murder case...

Er, he's not withholding evidence,
Cormoran.

This is his niece we're talking about.

He was well within his rights
to open that letter and read it.

- That's what I told him.
- Go and put the kids to bed!

I'm not admitting to reading them,

and I'm not admitting
to keeping any of them.

So you did keep it.

That's good.

That's good.

Grant, you do need to
give us that letter.

It was disgusting, what Josh wrote.

And shame on Katya for writing it down.

I would never have buried Edie
with that bit of filth!

Could you go and get the letter
for us now, please?

We have a great relationship
with the police.

We'll make sure
you're well looked after.

Nicole said someone stole photos
off my brother's phone.

It might be the same person who put
your details on that Reddit page.

Yeah, that wasn't great.

Look, I can't make any promises, Darcy,

but can I show you some photos of
people that we've been looking at,

see if you recognise anyone?

Oh, God.

It's him.

You've got to be pretty sick
to write that.

Go on. You read it.

"You told me I'm just like you.

"You made me think you loved me,

"then dropped me like a piece of shit.

"If you'd have lived, you'd have
used and tortured more men

"for kicks, spitting them out
once you were bored.

"You were an arrogant, despicable bitch,

"and I want these words
to rot beside you.

"Look up from Hell and watch

"while I take control of
The Ink Black Heart forever."

People think that Josh and Katya
are harmless.

They've got no fucking idea.

I've got a photo of that list
that Katya gave us.

The handwriting's completely
different to Katya's.

Hi, Barclay. We're just in the car.

Did you get anything from Darcy Bernard?

She made a positive ID.

She invited him to a party,

out of pity, basically.

Then he got pissed off when he
found out she had a boyfriend.

She says he sat on the sofa
until most people had gone,

then he tried to jump her
in the bathroom.

Her brother had to wade in
and kick him out.

Did she confirm how they met?

Yeah, it's like you reckoned.
He was a few years below her.

I called the Royal Guild of Music
to ask them to, you know,

pretend to check a reference.
Turns out he hasn't submitted work

in a year. He's told them
he's been in hospital.

When did you call them?

- About half an hour ago.
- Thank you, Barclay.

Phone me the number.

It's important the college
doesn't contact his family.

I'm sorry to say that
I've already spoken to his father.

Is that a problem?

I'll deal with it.
Thank you for your time.

It's Langborne Road, number 11.

The postcode is NW3 6MC.

That's North West, three,
six, Mike, Charlie.

- OK, thank you.
- If his dad confronts him

about college, he'll know it's over.

We just have to hope he's not at home.

He's always at home, though.

- How long before the police arrive?
- At least five minutes.

Hi. Yeah, we're just pulling into
the road now,

so I'm going to go and try and
contact the family.

OK, I'm putting the phone down now. Bye.

- They're not answering.
- Nothing we can do.

Wait for the police.

What are you doing?

Don't be a fucking idiot!

Robin! Robin!

Please, help!

Help me!

- Robin!
- Please, someone!

Robin!

Help me, please!

Strike!

No!

Argh!

I'll fucking kill you!

Someone help!

Flavia!

Rape alarm?

That's a great idea!

Some women...

..they fantasise about it.

Ha-ha!

Go on, then.

Give it your best shot.

Argh!

- Flavia?!
- I'm up here!

Help your mum. OK.

Press down hard.

Argh!

You fucking whore!

If you get a chance to run, do it.

Take off your fucking clothes,

or I'll make you watch me
cut their heads off!

Gus!

Put the knife down, son.

He's... he's stabbed his mother.

We need to call an ambulance.

- Get off me!
- I've already done that.

He stabbed someone else downstairs.

- Get off me!
- Calm down.

- Stay still, Gus.
- Argh!

You fucking bitch!

Get the fuck off me!

Punctured lung.

- What...?
- Don't talk.

You got the door open.

Even after...

Thank you.

They're here.

Just focus on holding on.

Robin...

Huh?

I...

I...

Hi.

How are you?

I'm lucky, compared to Josh.

And I know I have to be strong,
because he'll need me.

Flavia needs you more than anyone.

They both do.

My poor Inigo.

He loved us so much
and Gus couldn't see it.

Did... did I let Gus down?

I feel like I must have done.

Yeah, I must have.

I came in earlier, but you were, erm...

On a lot of morphine.

They've reduced it.

I can understand how people
get used to it.

I've brought you

- nicotine patches...
- Mm.

..and a flask of tea.

And Pat made you another fruit cake.

Always liked that woman.

You can chuck that in the bin.

- We broke up.
- Oh.

- I'm sorry.
- I'm not.

What did the police find?

In Gus's room? Yeah, well, latex masks,

a Taser, knives.

All hidden under the floorboards.

He played a recording of
cello practice to keep his parents

off his back while he played the game.

- Was he bugging them?
- Yeah. Mm.

He bugged the living room,
and every conversation

Katya and Josh had, he recorded it.

And they found the letter
from Josh to Edie, the real one.

And Flavia saw Gus swap it
for the one he'd written.

Yeah. How did you know?

Could have only been her making
those calls about Edie's coffin.

Yeah, she used a voice-change app.

She was terrified that Gus had
found out she'd told someone.

I think she's the only one
in the Upcott family

who had any sense of what Gus was.

Clever girl.

If I hadn't gone in the
house, you wouldn't...

If you hadn't gone in,
Gus would have killed Katya

and Flavia before the police got there.

If I'd have known you were
going to follow me in...

I'll always follow you in.

Been to the office yet?

Erm, no, not yet.

I'm going to go in this afternoon.

I've asked for some changes.

Hot-pink walls? Mm!

Leopard-skin carpets.

No, I finally sorted something out.

It's an improvement.

Oh.

I'd better get going, then.

If you're up for it,
you could come back later.

I've got fruit cake
and nicotine patches.

- We can make an evening of it.
- Erm, well, actually... Ahem.

..I can't tonight, because I've, erm...

Er, I'm going on a date.

DCI Murphy asked me out.

Seems like a decent bloke.

Can I come back tomorrow?

Yeah.

Great.

See you tomorrow, then.

Mm.

It must have been frightening.

I don't remember feeling that.

The last thing was...

..I was trying to tell Robin...

..but I couldn't get the words out.

Trying to tell Robin what?