[TV static drones]
[bright tone]
- ♪ 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 ♪
That's fine. We'll stick with it.
Okay. Bye.
Oonagh doesn't remember a scar.
Hi, Anna, wanted to ask you a question.
We're trying to find out if your mom had
any identifying marks on her body.
Maybe a scar on her left side.
Have you found something?
We're not sure yet.
Is there any chance you could ask your dad?
I don't think I could ask him
without risking him getting very upset.
I could maybe ask Cynthia.
Whatever you can do. Thank you.
Bye.
Sam, how are you getting on with Gloria Conti?
Working my way through the list.
Done the main registers.
Now I'm moving on to the ancestry sites.
- Saul? - Yep, just--
just getting through, Chief.
Wrap it up this morning.
We need you back on surveillance with Shifty.
[phone ringing]
Hello. Strike's office.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
So who have we got who's still alive?
Not many.
Dr. Brenner's dead. That must be his wife.
There's Gloria Conti.
Oonagh, we've spoken to.
♪ ♪
What's Steve Douthwaite doing at their Christmas party?
Friends with one of them?
He didn't mention that in his police interview.
What do we know about him?
Carl Oakden wrote that trashy book
about Margot's case.
His big scoop was finding Steve Douthwaite
working at a holiday camp called Baxton's
after Margot vanished.
He'd changed his name to Steve Jacks.
I've searched the internet for both of them,
but there's nothing.
There's Janice Beattie and Irene Hickson.
[phone ringing]
Irene, you were a receptionist at St. John's?
And, Janice, you were a district nurse?
Mm.
Can you tell us what you remember about Margot?
Well, when Margot died,
everybody and his dog had a theory,
didn't they, Jan?
We don't know Margot's dead.
Well, yes, of course we do.
Oh. Now, you've got to be realistic.
What kind of theories did people have?
Oh, well, we had one nutter, he was--what was he called?
Hatthorpe? - No.
I think it was Applethorpe.
That's what it was. It was Applethorpe.
Well, he went around saying he killed her with magic.
Mm.
Died himself under a bridge.
Oh, what was that one called?
It was Ber--
it's on the tip of me tongue.
It was a "wuh," wasn't it? A "wuh"?
Walter Street. Yeah, that's what.
You had to do a home visit to Applethorpe, didn't you?
- Mm. - Oh, you said he stank.
Oh, I only went once. That was plenty.
His wife and kid had disabilities.
Looked like an hard life.
Thing is, like Irene said,
there were loads of people reckoned it was this or that.
But she was in the papers.
Some people just want a bit of attention, don't they?
[flatulence] - Excuse me.
I'm so sorry. - We had a curry last night.
I told her it wasn't a good idea
with the state of her guts.
It's the London water. It's no good for IBS.
Do either of you remember Gloria Conti?
Yeah, I do.
She was--she was all right.
That girl was rough as anything.
She told me herself that her family were all Mafia
and her brother sold drugs.
Maybe she was, but that--
Well, do you remember
when she put drugs in the doctor's tea
just because she hated him? - Mm.
- Dr. Brenner could have died. - Yeah.
I was washing the mugs out and found an Amytal cap
in his mug.
But to be fair to Gloria, there's no proof.
No. Well, Jan did tell Margot.
But she didn't do anything, and I can tell you why.
Gloria was her pet project.
What kind of project?
Women's lib.
Yes, well, she was always having a go at me
about what I wore,
but I didn't care because I liked
men looking at me; most girls do.
Can I show you both a picture?
Do either of you recognize
the two men that Gloria left your Christmas party with?
[flatulence]
[sighs] I've--I've never seen either of them.
I think the young one was her boyfriend.
Used to meet her, wait for her outside work.
The other one could be his dad.
They are dressed alike, aren't they?
Do you remember the name of Gloria's boyfriend?
No. [chuckles]
She didn't introduce us,
not that I was really bothered.
And last thing, do either of you know
if Margot had a scar on her abdomen?
Not that I know of.
Mind you, when was I gonna see her naked? [chuckles]
Well, I think I know what that might be.
I mean, she did have an abortion.
That's not leaving a scar like that.
That's gossip.
Well, I'm just trying to be helpful.
It was about a month before Margot disappeared.
I took a call from a clinic
confirming an appointment for Margot
at this clinic in Bride Street.
But of course, back then, the only reason
people went to Bride Street was for...
private abortions. - What we should say
is that Margot was a good doctor.
She knew her stuff.
- Oh, yeah, I suppose so. - Mm-hmm.
She was good for your Kev, wasn't she?
All I'm trying to say is, it's not fair
to bad-mouth her now. [chuckles]
I didn't not like her.
I just thought she was a bit of a snob.
I mean, she wouldn't let us make cups of tea for her
because we made it too milky, do you know what I mean?
But she had me going out for cakes
if she felt her blood sugar was lowering
or ringing her husband
or fetching nappies for her kid.
That is not my job.
So how is that feminism?
[door clicks open]
- Whew. - [exhales sharply]
[door clicks shut]
- [chuckles] - [groans]
I once had to take cover in a ditch
next to a rotting sheep.
Better or worse than those farts?
- Very similar. - Mm.
- Really took me back. - [giggles]
Well, it's getting a bit chilly, isn't it?
Yeah. Yeah, it is. [chuckles]
Nice to see you both again.
Bye.
Dr. Gupta.
Ah, welcome.
Thank you for the Christmas party footage
and for meeting us.
This is Cormoran Strike. - Thank you.
It's a pleasure.
Ah, I might have more home movies
with Margot in them.
I'll look for you.
Thank you.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
Do you recognize either of these two men?
No. And I have an excellent memory.
They all know me here.
So we kept the building as landlords.
[door clicks shut] Makes more money
than medicine ever did.
We were hoping to find Gloria Conti.
Oh, Margot adored Gloria.
But I haven't seen her since she left.
Let me show you her old office.
That was my office, that was Joseph Brenner's,
and this was Margot's.
Were you aware that Margot was being sent threats?
The thing with Margot was,
if you needed an abortion,
she just said yes, no questions asked.
And it became common knowledge.
This used to be a Catholic area.
Lots of strong views on the subject.
Do you know if Margot had a scar on her abdomen?
No idea.
Why don't you ask her husband, Roy Phipps?
Margot kept her own name, of course,
but Roy's still alive.
When was the last time you saw him?
In this room.
He came to collect
Margot's personal possessions. [door clicks open]
I assume the police had been in already.
Of course.
We kept the room locked until Roy came.
In terms of Dr. Brenner,
we'd heard that an Amytal capsule
had been found in his teacup.
Who said that?
Anything you say to us is confidential.
Look, Joseph Brenner was a good doctor.
But he was also an addict.
It's more common than you'd think.
He wrote too many prescriptions for benzodiazepine.
For himself?
Well, for cooperative patients.
Joseph stopped doing it after one of them died.
That man had a heart attack
under Warner Street bridge.
Sorry, was that Warner Street?
Not Walter Street?
Warner Street.
And was the man's name Applethorpe?
Athorn.
[horn honks]
Thank you for your time, Dr. Gupta.
That's very helpful.
Sorry, was that Athorn, A-T...
H-O-R-N. Yes.
Very best of luck.
Thank you.
There is an Athorn family registered around the corner
on Albemarle Way.
Janice mentioned a wife and child.
Could be them.
[tense music]
This is the route Margot should have taken
to meet Oonagh in the pub.
[siren wailing]
[camera shutter snaps]
♪ ♪
[camera shutter snaps]
That's where the witness saw two people struggling.
♪ ♪
[bell rings]
Would you be free to come round for dinner next week?
- Yeah. - My flatmate's been cast
as a soldier in a new TV show.
He wants to study you.
As long as there's beer.
Thanks. Appreciate it.
[door clicks open]
Afternoon. My name's Cormoran Strike.
This is my partner, Robin Ellacott.
- Hi. - We were hoping to talk to you
about your dad.
My dad's dead. He's not here.
Go.
Hello. [door clicks shut]
My name's Robin.
Can we talk to you about your husband?
Gwilherm?
That's Dad then.
That's him now.
Put him down, Samhain.
Somebody told us he use to go around
saying he used magic.
Did he ever talk about a doctor,
a woman called Margot? - Yeah.
Can you tell me what he said?
He woke me up when he was crying,
and he said he killed her with his magic
but he didn't mean to.
I told him he was dreaming.
He said it was a mistake, but he did do it.
I heard him in here doing spells
to make her come back to life.
I'm having a hot chocolate. Are you?
Thanks. That sounds great.
Why don't I give you a hand?
[camera shutter snaps]
No hot chocolate for you.
I think this one goes there.
[liquid pouring] - I know who really killed her.
But people don't like it if you talk.
Was it someone you know?
Mmm. That's really good.
The thing is, I'm a detective, and people have to talk to us,
so... that makes it okay.
It was Nico and his boys.
Who's Nico?
Nico Ricci. He puts people in concrete.
Can I ask who told you that?
Beth did.
Who's Beth?
She's our social worker.
She said it wasn't Dad. It was Nico Ricci.
[sighs]
Did Gwilherm tell lots of people
that he killed Margot?
Do another piece.
Did Gwilherm know Dr. Bamborough?
Was he a patient of hers?
He saw the other one, the old man.
Everyone gets tummy ache, but only Gwilherm died.
So that was sad.
Do you recognize
either of these two men?
No. I don't like going out.
Do you recognize any of those men?
Faces aren't that easy for me.
Your son was telling me about Nico Ricci.
I only told him
because you have to tell a detective.
This girl's good at jigsaws.
Yeah, Robin's good at everything.
Mrs. Athorn, have you ever heard of Nico Ricci?
He puts people in concrete.
Gwilherm said that as well.
He said dying in concrete is horrible.
Can you go away now?
- Sorry? - Can you go?
Course.
Thank you for your time.
[sighs]
Hey!
You from social services?
- Something I can help with? - Yeah.
I still need paying for what those two morons
are costing me hoarding all that rubbish.
My ceiling's caving in.
Flat looked clean to me.
Yeah, it is now,
only after I said I'd take them to court.
There's still the damage, though.
Oh, they might come across like mm-mm-mm-mm.
Don't do that.
But they ain't stupid, though, are they?
They've mucked it out
so it looks like there was never a problem,
and I'm stuck with the bill.
So which is it, assholes or morons?
Well, we can't all be both.
Cheeky bastard.
Who's your line manager?
So who's Nico Ricci, then?
Sounds like a local gangster.
Time to consult the expert.
[snorting]
Ooh, yes.
[pounds table] Best breakfast in the world.
Right. Who's breaking? - Me.
- Bet's a fiver. - Done. Robin?
[balls clack]
All right. Early days. Don't get cocky.
We wanted to pick your brains
about Clerkenwell back in the day.
Have you heard of Gloria Conti?
She a working girl?
Is that the only possibility?
Oi! This is me being helpful.
Have a look at this photo.
No, hang on, hang on. Robin's about to miss.
[balls clack]
Lovely.
Do you know who these two men are?
[ball clack lightly]
- That's your foul. - I didn't do anything.
No, no, no. Fuck that.
'Cause you two are a team and he just put me off.
That's still my shot. - Take it you recognize them?
Yeah. What are you doing with that picture?
I'm asking who they are.
And I'll be crystal clear, Bunsen.
I ain't telling you till I know why you're asking.
It's a missing person inquiry.
Yeah, I bet it is.
Well, if you recognize them, other people will too.
We'll just ask around.
No, don't do that.
That's manipulation, Robin.
I expect that of him,
but I thought you'd be better than that.
[balls clack]
The older one Nico Ricci?
Why are you asking me if you already know?
I didn't know. I do now.
Right. Okay. Enough with the mind games.
Yes, that old boy, and he will be old now,
that is Nico Ricci.
"Mucky" Ricci.
He come up doing pimping in strip clubs and porn.
Now, the younger one, that's his boy, Luca.
Luca does a bit of everything.
He got sent down
for sticking electrodes onto this man's ball sack.
And get this, the geezer that he did it to,
he told the jury that he asked Luca to do it.
You know, like it was a sex game.
Like you'd want that. Fucking hell. No.
Anyway, Luca's done a bit of time.
But he's out now.
Don't go near them.
If Ricci's your answer, don't ask that question.
Luca, he'd just shoot him.
Bang. Bye-bye, Bunsen.
But you do not want to be the woman
that Luca decides needs a lesson.
- We'd be careful. - No.
I've seen how you are with men like that,
and you've got balls.
And nine times out of ten, I respect that.
But this is that one time in ten.
Stay away.
[balls clack, thud]
[dramatic music]
I ran a search on Nico's son, Luca Ricci.
His name comes up on the fundraising page
of St. Peter's Catholic Nursing Home in Clerkenwell.
He donated £500 last summer.
Sounds like a wonderful guy.
The message with the donation says,
"Keep on keeping my old man happy."
If Nico's a resident there, I could try talking to him.
He'd never talk.
As soon as you go sniffing around,
it risks putting us on Luca's radar.
But I wouldn't confront him; I'd just...
you know, try and find out who he used to work with,
get some of the names
for the men he used in that film.
Robin, Shanker knows what he's talking about.
We keep our distance.
[knock at door] Thanks, Pat.
I'm gonna put a question mark
on the people we haven't found yet.
What happens when you do find them?
What do you mean?
You'll have to scribble out that question mark.
If you use a sticky note, you won't have to do that.
Right, well, we haven't got any sticky notes, so--
Yes, we have.
I've got a whole block of them in my drawer.
Okay.
[marker cap snaps]
Everyone says Margot liked Gloria Conti.
Gloria was dating Luca.
His dad, Nico, was a nasty piece of work, so...
how does Margot fall afoul of these two?
Why do you think the Athorns' social worker said
that Nico killed Margot?
I've got her number. I'll give her a call.
For now, let's focus on confirming Margot's scar.
Your sister called again. She asked if you were in.
Said I didn't know.
Thanks.
Everything okay?
Lucy's used to getting her own way,
and Joan's tumor isn't having any of it.
I might have to go down there.
Well, I can manage things here.
I can stay till the weekend.
No, you do whatever you need to do.
I might have something
on one of these family tree websites.
There's a woman called Trudy Mattison
who's listed a Gloria Conti as a cousin.
Looks the right age. - Great.
Hello, are you Trudy Mattison? - Yes.
My name's Venetia Hall.
I gather you're interested in family trees.
How did you know that?
Don't worry, I'm not selling anything.
My clients are building a new family tree search engine,
and we're looking for people to test it.
It will be free to you after we launch.
- Completely free? - Yes. Completely free.
- [chuckles] - All I'd do is spend
ten minutes with you now
getting some information about your relatives
to populate our database.
It's just names, dates and places of birth,
current location.
[line ringing]
Allo. C'est Mary.
Hello, am I speaking to Mary Jaubert?
Yes.
Hello, Mary. My name is Robin Ellacott.
I'm a private investigator.
I've been hired to look into the disappearance
of Margot Bamborough.
I think you knew Margot
back when you were known as Gloria Conti.
How did you get my number?
It's what I do for a living.
I also know you married a Frenchman,
you have three grown-up children,
and you live in Nimes.
We have a lot to discuss.
I could fly over if you'd rather talk face-to-face.
No. No, don't do that.
Look, I don't want to discuss anything.
It was a long time ago.
I'm sorry, but please don't contact me again.
No. No, you listen to me.
Everything I've heard about Margot,
she was a good person.
She left a hole in a lot of lives.
And I don't care how long ago it was, Gloria.
You cooperate now, or I will drag you into court.
You and Luca Ricci.
[line clicks, beeps]
[groans] Fuck.
♪ ♪
[sighs]
[breathes deeply]
♪ ♪
[floorboards creaking]
- Oh. - How you doing?
Well, how do I look?
- Gorgeous as ever. - [sighs]
You're not a very convincing liar.
Once you start dying, everyone lies to you.
They say they can make you comfortable.
That's the big one.
- You in pain? - Yes.
[sighs]
Is it gonna get worse?
It might.
Thank you.
You're a sweet boy.
[sighs]
All those years wanting children
and it's my ovaries that kill me.
What kind of a joke is that?
[sighs]
I do feel like I had children.
Lucy called me Mom right from when she was little.
I didn't know that.
Well, she didn't do it in front of you.
She knew you didn't like it.
- [sighs] - 'Tis all right.
Ooh, you loved Leda.
I know that made nothing very easy.
[chuckles]
I better help Ted with the dinner.
Tell him not to put salt on everything.
Is that causing you problems?
No. I--
[chuckles]
I just don't like it.
[both chuckle]
[sighs]
[somber music]
♪ ♪
[lighter clicks]
Ta.
[inhales sharply, sighs]
Joanie wants to plan a funeral.
Lucy thinks half the battle's in the head.
But you're not gonna win if you're planning
your own funeral, are you?
[sighs]
She's sad
that she's never gonna meet your kids.
- I'm not gonna have kids. - Oh.
Well, that will cheer her up, won't it?
- [snorts] - [chuckles]
I will say this, though.
My sister, having you kids was the best decision
she ever made.
We were bloody glad she did that.
♪ ♪
Sorry I'm late.
Better late than never. [door slams]
Right. Let's get started.
Pen?
- Yeah. - Thanks. Ooh.
Okay. Sam.
It's early days, but pretty sure my target's
having an affair.
Something about the way he keeps shagging
this girl he's not married to.
Keep using the same place, though.
We could probably bug it.
Let's try and get photos first.
Saul. - Another week,
and I can get his PA to wear a wire.
Sorry?
Yeah, I've got his PA all softened up.
She's gonna be my weapon of mass destruction.
I thought I said not to approach anyone.
This is a surveillance job.
Yeah, but if you ring Strike,
then he'll tell you that-- - I don't need to ring Strike.
I made that decision.
I told Strike about the PA.
I think he thought it was a good idea.
Sorry, have I upset you? - No, I'm not upset.
Yeah, well, you seem a bit upset.
Well, we've got a new job starting in Fulham.
I'm gonna put you on that. Pat'll brief you.
[sighs] Just give me one more week on Shifty.
I want to see the job done properly.
One more week sounds reasonable.
Oi, both of you,
Robin's the boss, yeah?
How's about we do whatever the fuck she tells us, okay?
[chuckles]
Robs, for real...
one week, and I'll have everything we need on Shifty.
[inhales sharply]
I've told you what's happening.
[sighs]
To be honest, we're struggling to find
someone who can confirm if your mom had a scar.
I mean, I hate to suggest it, but...
Paul Satchwell might.
He's living in Greece, not responding to our messages.
Is there a way you could ask your dad without it blowing up?
I'll think about it.
Well, could it change things?
It's your decision.
But honestly, yes.
Could be important.
I'll leave it with you.
Okay.
Bye.
Diddy.
What you doing here and not telling your mates?
We could have been assholed by now.
Maybe because he's meant to be spending time with Joan.
How is she?
As expected.
How is she today, though? Have you actually seen her?
You're in trouble now.
Best of luck, mate.
You got time for one, do you reckon?
Thanks so much for the lift.
Anytime, Luce.
And you, call me next time, yeah?
If you're done with your work calls,
shall we go and see Joan?
Hi. I noticed you've just been to St. Peter's.
I'm from RG, the monitoring agency.
Have you got two minutes for a super-quick survey?
- Okay. Okay. - Thank you so much.
So who have you been to see today?
- My wife, Enid. - Enid.
And do you feel she's being looked after?
You'd hope so, I mean, given the fees.
Fee levels. I'll make a note.
All right.
I'm here to see Enid.
I think my uncle's coming in as well today.
You just missed him.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
Thanks.
That's it.
You're doing really well.
Take it nice and steady.
♪ ♪
[snoring]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[camera shutter snapping]
Mr. Ricci.
[groggily] Hmm?
[grunting]
I'd like to ask you a few questions
about Margot Bamborough.
[mumbling indistinctly]
Do you remember her?
[grunts]
[clicks tongue] Is that a yes?
[grunts]
[mumbling indistinctly]
Don't you smile at me, you piece of shit.
I know what you did.
What do you think happens now, then, eh?
Am I gonna tie a bag over your head too?
[door clicks open]
- Who are you? - Are you family?
I'm his son.
I'm on my way out,
and he's making these moaning noises.
There's no nurses around.
I come in 'cause I thought he was dying.
Yeah, he moans a bit.
Don't mean nothing, though, do it, Dad?
Oh.
Well, I'll leave you to it, then.
[mumbling indistinctly]
That's it. That's what he was doing,
like he's choking or something.
That's not what choking sounds like.
[grunts]
What's your name?
Ain't seen you round here before.
- Vanessa. - Vanessa?
Who you here to see, Vanessa? - My great-granny.
Oh, yeah? Which one's that, then?
Sadie.
She's a few doors down from your old man.
My mom usually comes, but she's on holiday,
so I thought I'd bring some presents.
Oh, that's lovely, that, isn't it?
Family person.
I don't know. It's Christmas, innit?
Christmas.
Ah. [sniffs] You know what he'd like?
For Christmas?
No.
Kiss from a pretty girl.
[chuckles shortly]
Go on, then.
You're cheeky, aren't ya?
[tense music]
Go on. Give him a kiss.
Yeah, all right, mate. Enjoy your visit.
I'm glad your old man's all right.
[sighs]
Not saying bye-bye to Sadie?
She'll be asleep now.
♪ ♪
You not staying with your dad?
- Not much of a talker, my dad. - Ah.
You forgot to sign out.
Oh, yeah.
♪ ♪
Thanks.
♪ ♪
Thought you were here to see Sylvie.
Sadie.
I dropped off some presents for Enid as well.
What's with all the questions, mate?
Just trying to be friendly.
- [sighs] - You want a lift?
I'm all right. Thanks, though.
- [grunts] - I'm going.
- Oh. I'm coming down. - No, no, no. Don't come down.
No--oh.
I'll be back for Christmas.
It will be special. - Oh, not special. Just normal.
That's what I meant.
[sighs] Sorry, I forgot to sign out.
[camera shutter snapping]
Thanks.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[phone chimes]
♪ ♪
How was the trip?
Anna Phipps has decided to let us talk to her dad.
Hopefully we'll get an answer on that scar.
[doorbell buzzes] - Great.
Well, I've been busy.
Luca Ricci did write that note to Margot.
Here's the proof.
It's open. Come up the stairs.
It's the same handwriting. Look.
It's the same weird mix of upper and lower case.
It's exactly the same.
Where'd you get that?
Mucky Ricci's nursing home? - Yeah.
- When? - While you were away.
After I told you not to?
[lighter clicks] - It needed doing.
This is proof that Luca was involved.
How long do you think it would take Luca to find you?
I wore a disguise. I used a fake name.
It will not come back to us.
Why don't you just say,
"Well done. This was good work"?
It was. That's beside the point.
I don't want him to throw acid in your face.
Or mine.
I think I'm done for the day.
I was careful.
You should have discussed it with me first.
I'm Gloria Conti.
All right for me to go?
Thanks, Pat.
Come in, Miss Conti.
[scoffs] It's a long time since someone called me that.
[door clicks shut] My children only know me
as Mary Jaubert.
How did you find us?
I spoke to Mrs. Jaubert a few days ago.
I wasn't expecting you to come.
Well, neither was I, but...
well, I read about you, and then I thought
perhaps you're on the side of the angels.
And then I really did have to talk to you
because I think there's a good chance that...
Margot died...
because of me.
Can I get you a drink?
Yeah. Something strong, please.
Come through.
No, my grandfather ran a coffee shop,
and my dad worked for London Transport.
None of them were criminals.
But I was shy, and I hated being shy.
I wanted to look tough.
I had my surname, Conti,
and "The Godfather" had just come out.
So I thought, "Ooh, that's what I could become."
I'm still so ashamed.
We're not here to judge.
That's what Margot would have said, hmm.
She always saw right through me.
She wanted me to go back to school.
But I was set on being Michael Corleone's wife.
And what I ended up with was...
Luca Ricci.
[tense music]
Kept me waiting.
I had to lock up.
Said you'd be done by 6:00.
I said 6:00 is when we close.
I can't go till everyone else is gone.
Do you think I'm stupid?
Now, I've been waiting here 15 minutes.
No patients coming out.
No sign of anyone.
And then a Paki slips out,
and you come out a minute after.
So what's that about?
That's Dr. Gupta.
He's finishing his paperwork.
He's my boss. I can't just--
[gasps, chokes]
Do you think I don't know what you are?
You fucking whore. - [whimpers]
How you buying that coat?
I saved up! [sobs]
If that's the way you want to make money,
I can put you to work. - [whimpering]
- What do you-- - I was hoping someone
would still be here; I need to get back into the building.
Yeah, well, she's not--
If you're still here when we're done,
I'll call the police.
Get out now, Gloria, please.
♪ ♪
Go and open up. I'll be with you in a minute.
Start your car and drive away.
You've got no idea who you're talking to.
I know what kind of man I'm talking to.
I've treated women
with men like you in their lives,
and I've given evidence on their behalf in court.
And I'll do it again.
So why don't you fuck off and stay away from her?
Tell Gloria I'll see her later.
♪ ♪
[weeping]
♪ ♪
He's not always like that.
I don't care about him.
I see so much potential in you.
You're cleverer than you let on.
And men like him, when they find that out,
they'll punish you for it.
There's nothing they hate more
than a woman who sees who they are.
But I let it happen.
We aren't our mistakes.
It's what we do about our mistakes
that shows who we are.
[sniffles]
Well, I didn't end it.
I tried to, but...
I kept making the same mistakes.
My ex-husband cheated on me three times
with the same woman.
Took me a long time to see it.
Did you blame yourself?
Yeah.
Finally, I did do it.
I told Luca it was over.
[camera shutter snaps] [chuckles]
- Thanks, Gloria. - Thank you.
And then he turns up at our Christmas party.
With his Dad.
[indistinct chatter]
I was terrified at making a scene.
I'll be two seconds.
You don't have to go. - [sniffles]
I do, Dr. Bamborough.
[chatter continues]
[laughter]
[uneasy music]
♪ ♪
You're a nice girl, Gloria.
My son likes you.
You don't want to upset me.
And then I got pregnant.
[sighs] I thought that was the end.
I thought I'd have to marry him.
Margot helped you get an abortion, didn't she?
She booked it under her own name.
And she stayed with me afterwards.
[clicks tongue] She saved my life.
You were there on her last day.
Could you talk us through that?
Well, I was there on my own when this girl comes in.
Take a seat.
Theo?
Theodora, maybe?
[knocking] - Yeah.
There's a girl just come in asking to be seen.
Well, she'll have to come back tomorrow.
She's in a lot of pain.
Okay. Can you grab me my doughnut from the fridge?
You all right to stay a little longer?
Yeah.
I can open these for you if you like.
Leave those alone, please.
Okay.
Well, the girl had an ectopic pregnancy,
and if Margot hadn't seen her then,
she could have died.
Did Margot leave before you?
I'm gonna be so late for Oonagh.
- It's horrible out there. - Mm.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
He'll kill you, Gloria.
You know that, don't you?
With men like that, it never, ever gets better.
Good night, then.
Night, Dr. Bamborough.
♪ ♪
I was there another ten minutes after she left,
just turning out lights, things like that.
How does any of that
make you responsible for what happened?
I think Luca abducted her.
Not him personally, because I was with him by 7:00,
but maybe a cousin.
He knew she wanted me to leave him.
He said if I ever left him,
he'd have her killed.
He said his dad once killed a girl called Kara
for informing on them.
And he showed me photos
of a man having his teeth pulled out,
so I believed him.
And I should have gone to the police and told them
soon as she disappeared,
but Luca said they had detectives on the payroll.
When I realized Margot...
Wasn't ever coming back...
I went to France.
Been there ever since.
♪ ♪
[horn honks, engine revving]
It's the first time I've been back in London.
It's changed.
[bell dinging]
The only other person who knows about the abortion
is my husband. - It won't go further than us.
No.
What I really want to say is...
if you find something that proves that Luca did it,
I will go to court.
I'll tell them everything I've told you.
I owe Margot that. And more.
She was the bravest, kindest person I've ever known.
She saved me.
[siren wailing]
[engine whirring]
Did bloody well finding her.
Done bloody well with everything.
Sorry I'm such a prick.
No problem.
I'll see you at Roy Phipps' house tomorrow?
[sighs] Fuck.
Anna tells me you might have information about Margot.
We're hoping you might be able
to help with some questions.
I'm sorry, did you or did you not
approach my daughter promising new information?
We did.
What might really help us now
is to know if Margot had a scar--
Dr. Bamborough.
If Dr. Bamborough had a scar on this part of her body.
No. She didn't.
A couple of moles. No more than that.
Do you have any photographs?
Of my wife naked for you to take home?
Who is this man?
He's just trying to help your daughter, Roy.
That's all this is.
Mm.
Cynthia, would you...
[grunts]
Holidays. Our last one.
Summer of 1974. France.
It's towards the back.
[page creaks] - It's not her.
Why didn't you tell me you had these?
Well, they've been sitting there for half a century.
I thought those were medical books.
Why didn't you tell me you had photos of Mom here?
I have two photos of Mom and me together. Two!
You don't remember her.
We chose to give you a living home
rather than a mausoleum.
You lied to me.
We never meant to.
And you wonder why I never trusted you,
treating her existence like a guilty secret.
I hired these people to find out what happened.
They're detectives.
So... you lied to me.
You're a coward.
You thought she was seeing someone else,
a Paul Satchwell...
when all the time, I had evidence
that she might even still be alive.
That necklace wasn't hers.
And everything you've done since
confirms that I did the right thing for you,
you stupid girl. - That's bullshit.
I met other men whose women had gone missing
and it destroyed them.
Brian Tucker... heh.
Losing his marriage over his obsession
with finding his daughter.
He almost had me roped in,
sitting in a pub with him and Terry Wolfson.
Oh, Terry drinking himself to death over his sister Kara.
And Brian wanting to dig up half of London.
It was madness.
There wasn't even any proof
that Creed had killed any of our women.
They were simply... gone.
And that's all we had in common.
I didn't forget your mother, Anna.
I tried not to let it destroy us.
I tried to give you happiness
instead of what I had, which was pain.
[groaning]
- Dad? - [moans]
- Oh, Dad! - [moaning]
Dad. Oh, no, I'm sorry.
[weeps]
If he dies... - Don't.
No. He's right.
This has brought nothing but pain.
I'm sorry. I just--
I can't go on with it anymore.
We understand.
But, Anna, I want to find her.
- Robin. - All I'm asking for
is your permission to keep looking for Margot.
We'll talk next week.
Please let us know how Mr. Phipps does.
Come on.
♪ ♪
The girl in the film is Kara Wolfson.
She worked at The Carnival Club in Soho.
She went missing after work
less than a year before Margot vanished.
This is some pornographic work Kara did.
You can see the scar.
[sighs]
We'll bring the film in to Scotland Yard tomorrow.
The Met can take it from there.
We've got all the pieces that you need.
We know who the woman in the film is.
We know Nico Ricci killed her.
There's no statute of limitation for murder.
Is he competent to stand trial?
He can't talk,
but I mean, he understands questions.
Well, it's not just him.
There are the men he had attacking her.
Got any names for 'em?
He will go down for this, won't he?
♪ ♪
So Nico Ricci gets chocolates for Christmas,
Luca Ricci drives around in his Aston Martin,
and there's not even a grave for Kara
and we're meant to accept that?
I'm sorry. Just being realistic.
♪ ♪
Thanks, George.
I'm gonna get off. It's been a long week.
♪ ♪
[door clicks shut]
Oh, Mr. Strike?
Mr. Strike, I'm Brian Tucker.
I have proof of who killed Margot Bamborough.
I have a written confession.
♪ ♪
[bright tone]