Margot Bamborough. Missing since 1974.
There was a book written by a man called Carl Oakden.
There were lots of names of people who knew Mum.
In terms of people we haven't spoken to, there's Steve Douthwaite..
Who's the guy in the shirt? You're a married woman.
You need to behave yourself.
Margot was a good doctor. She knew her stuff.
Yeah. I suppose so.
And you've no alibi for the evening Dr Bamborough went missing?
I can't magic one up, can I?
Talbot was looking for a serial killer.
I think he might have found one.
# 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... #
Steve Douthwaite started seeing Dr Bamborough as a patient.
He complained of stomach aches, headaches.
He made six appointments to see her in six weeks.
DI Talbot was looking for a serial killer.
He was also looking for a pattern.
We think before he got unwell he found something important.
Talbot links Steve Douthwaite to three deaths.
Joanna Hammond was married but having an affair with Douthwaite.
She died by ingesting industrial weedkiller.
It was ruled a suicide, but there were bruises found
on her face and neck.
Someone could have knocked her out and poured it down her throat.
Hold up. She had visible bruises and no-one followed it up?
Her husband used to beat her up.
There were older bruises all over her body.
They must have assumed it was normal for her.
Different times. This is the last victim,
the one Talbot refers to as Julie W.
A year after Margot disappeared, Steve Douthwaite changed his name
to Steve Jacks and went to work at Baxton's holiday camp.
He start going out with Julie Wilkes shortly before she was found
drowned in the camp pool, intoxicated.
The third death linked to him.
We could do with your help finding him.
After Julie Wilkes dies, he vanishes.
I feel like I've read the entire internet looking for him.
Changed his name to Steve Jacks. He might have changed it again.
Well, there's no compulsory register for name changes.
The staff at the practice think Douthwaite sent Margot
a box of chocolates.
And we believe this is the empty box.
We know the cleaner emptied the bin before the police
searched her office.
So we know Margot didn't throw it away, even though it was empty.
Now, Gloria Conti remembers seeing the box unopened on Margot's desk
less than an hour before Margot left.
Did she think they were drugged?
Something odd about them.
Thing is, if you're drugging chocolates, how do you dose them?
How do you know how many she's going to eat or if she's going to take
them home or give them away?
I don't see how you can plan with that many variables
if the timing matters. And the timing did matter.
We know that, because she walked out and she never got to that pub.
We also believe the witness who saw two people struggling is credible.
Even if she didn't eat the chocolates, Douthwaite could
have waited and attacked her.
Used something to subdue her.
Do you want us to take a look at the box?
Yeah, that would be great if you could.
Our prints are all over it. Sorry.
We're going to talk to the practice staff.
Douthwaite is seen in a home movie
Dr Gupta made at the Christmas party,
so he's definitely someone's guest.
But any help you can give us...
I'll get a couple of lads on it.
I said Douthwaite was a fishy fucker, didn't I?
I want to ask about Steve Douthwaite.
Steve was a gorgeous man.
He lived in my block.
Always had a joke for you.
I love a man who can make you laugh.
Mind you, he had his problems, though, didn't he?
When...whatshername died.
Who? His girlfriend, Joanna...something.
Thing is, she was married.
She killed herself and left three kids.
And people blamed Steve for it.
How was Steve when Margot disappeared?
I don't think I saw him.
He up and left.
He cleared out.
He didn't even say goodbye.
I thought we were mates.
Any idea where he went?
No.
He liked a drink, though.
And men like that don't always last long.
Steve...
He was a bit of a flirt, I could tell you that much.
Standing by my desk, looking down at my you-know-whats.
Did Steve ever send Margot gifts?
Well, I was there when this box of chocolates arrived,
and she just chucked them in the bin straight away,
right in front of us,
as if she's above it all.
Thing is, she's a total hypocrite,
because when she thinks nobody's looking,
she goes and takes them out again. I have seen her do it.
This is about them chocolates, innit? Cos I don't honestly think
he sent them.
And even if he did, Margot chucked them away.
She took one look at them and tossed them in the bin.
Why would she do that?
Probably showing off she wouldn't take gifts from patients.
Do you think Steve made so many appointments with Margot
because he had a crush on her?
Yeah.
Yeah, I reckon.
I was there the last time he came round,
and he'd been in with Margo and he rushed out.
Hiya, Steve.
He was in a terrible state.
Probably just been told he's got herpes, eh, Jan?
And I thought maybe she'd turned him down, or else she'd had her fun
and then told him to scarper.
I mean, you're not going to turn down that big fancy house
for a double-glazing salesman, are you?
Anything else I should know?
Well, I don't like to gossip, but...
..I reckon Margot thought Carl Oakden was dodgy.
His grandma was Margot's patient,
and she was on bed rest after an op.
And suddenly she's fallen down the stairs,
and Carl inherited the house.
Well, I'm only telling you this cos you are working with him.
What makes you think that?
He told me.
He came over a few days ago asking me all sorts.
If he comes back, don't let him in. He's got nothing to do with me.
Oh.
Saul, I don't really understand your last invoice.
Yeah. Pat's got you covered.
She understands everything.
What I don't understand is why you've charged for three dinners
when you've been doing surveillance.
Yeah. Yeah, I tried surveillance, and it was going nowhere.
But I have got a good instinct about Shifty's PA.
You finished that job.
No. No, Strike put me back on it.
Ask him. The client paid for more info.
I'm not messing about.
I want to do a good job. It's Christmas.
I need this gig.
I'll talk to Strike.
Understood. Thanks, Robs.
Can you call me Robin?
My ex used to call me Robs.
And you divorced him over that?
All right? Yeah.
Sorry I missed the meeting.
Have you got Carl Oakden's details? Yeah.
Why? Do you think he's got something on Douthwaite?
I want to bloody wring his neck.
He's been telling people he's working with us. Can he do that?
He's been doing it. Better make sure it's somewhere public,
so I'm not tempted to strangle him.
You two are always going off to meet people you either don't like
or who might have killed someone.
I'm just saying, in most jobs, going out for drinks is a perk.
Excuse me. What's going on?
Jonny Rokeby. Are you a guest?
No, I'm not.
Cormoran, around the corner...
I know. Rokeby's party. Yeah. I clocked it.
I should have checked after Oakden insisted on meeting here.
He's probably being paid to get me here.
"Estranged son drinks around the corner as Rokeby celebrates."
Makes it look like I showed up and then bottled it.
Is Oakden here yet? He's sat at the back.
Here.
Shall we? Mmm.
Hi.
Cormoran Strike. This is my partner, Robin Ellacott. Not Robin Cunliffe?
You must have me mistaken with someone else.
Do I?
Uh, club sandwich and another one of these...on his tab.
We heard you visited Janice Beattie.
Yeah, I did.
I'm thinking of writing a new book.
Maybe you can give me a quote for the cover.
The last thing of yours I read was an article about Steve Douthwaite.
HE CHUCKLES
Steve Jacks.
I liked him.
The press didn't.
Do you know why? He liked screwing birds
and birds liked screwing him. That's all he ever did wrong.
How did you track him down?
Mate of mine went on holiday at Baxton's and recognised him
from the papers. I was trying to get a job in journalism.
Reckoned I had a scoop.
How was he when you got there? Pissed off.
But he did talk to me.
Did he say why he'd changed his name?
That's obvious.
He'd had a bad time, wanted a fresh start.
I don't blame him.
You know why he went for Jacks?
It was from a singer he liked, Terry Jacks.
He wrote a whole list of singers.
Gary Glitter, Neil Diamond, David Essex.
He got some girls to pick their favourite,
and they went with Jacks.
I told him, "You should have gone with Steve Glitter."
It's got a real ring to it.
HE CHUCKLES
Did he talk about Margot Bamborough?
Yeah. He was her patient. End of.
You're going to need something more substantial than that
if you're going to write another book about her. Oh...
I'm not writing a book about her. She's old news.
My book's about you, Cormoran.
Huh! I went to see Janice Beattie to find out how you operate.
Got a tip-off you were working the Bamborough case.
There's no trick to how we operate.
We just turn up and ask questions.
Me too.
And it's my turn now.
We're not doing that.
What do you reckon the 1970s did to women?
There was Margot palming off her kid to a nanny,
even though she never needed the money.
Something went wrong with motherhood.
I mean, look at Leda Strike.
Always off chasing some rocker.
And here we are...with the result.
HE CHUCKLES
Come on, Cormoran. People are filming. He's setting you up.
If you write anything about me, I'll devote my agency
to destroying you. It won't take long.
Standard operating practice?
Pay for your own sandwich.
Let's go out the back. Where's your curiosity, Cormoran?
Don't you want to know what I dug up on your mum and dad?
Ignore him. You know your dad's just round the corner.
Why don't you pop in and thank him for fucking your mum
on a pile of beanbags with 50 people watching? Ohh!
Argh!
GLASSES CLATTER
Fuck! Ohh... Robin...
I want you to leave right now.
Did you see that?
He assaulted me. Call the police.
You could be sent to prison. You'd lose everything.
I'll take you to A&E. Don't be ridiculous.
I'll take you home. Just... Just get me something to eat
and a strong drink.
I had a thought about Douthwaite.
If he took his borrowed name from a singer...
Could you just get me something to mop up the blood? Please.
I've ordered a curry. Won't be long.
How's your nose? It's not broken.
How is it now?
Colder. It's all right.
You can stop fussing. It was an accident.
Yeah, I know.
But you're only trying... Why did you let him get under your skin
like that? You knew it was a set-up.
My father's kids have been on at me about meeting Rokeby.
He's been calling too.
I thought I was...
What? I don't know.
You've never met him, have you?
No, I have.
My mum took me to see him once when I was a kid.
We went down to the recording studio.
I asked her to put me in my best trousers.
How old were you? Seven.
And did he like your trousers?
We weren't allowed in.
I was saying to the bloke on the door, "You don't understand.
"He's my dad. He's asked to see me."
In the end, their manager came down and he took us into a side room
and he was having a go at Mum saying, "If this is about money,
"you have to go to lawyers, not pull a stunt like this."
At some point I realised he hadn't invited us.
It was all Mum.
Oh, God...
Rokeby did come down, though.
Probably heard the shouting.
I had snot all over my face cos I'd been crying.
I was wiping it off.
I didn't want to look like a whiny kid.
I didn't want to ruin it.
Rokeby and Mum were shouting at each other
and, eventually, he did look at me.
And he said, "This was a fucking accident."
I thought he meant the situation.
Even after we left, I thought he was going to find me and say,
"Sorry about that.
"I'm having a bad day.
"I didn't mean it."
I mean, I was wearing my best trousers.
And that's why I've never worn trousers again.
That is a terrible thing to say to a kid.
Cocaine.
To be fair to him, he wasn't wrong.
Well, it doesn't matter where you come from.
You're a good man, and that's all that matters.
And that's coming from someone whose nose you nearly broke.
I thought I was...
..free of him.
It's obviously not true.
Sorry.
More booze?
Yes. Please.
I'm supposed to be going home tomorrow.
How do I look?
Be honest.
Beautiful.
KNOCK AT DOOR
Who's that?
Rohaan with the curry.
How did he get in the main door?
I had a key cut for him. Save me going up and down the stairs.
MORE KNOCKING
I'll go. No. You know where the plates are. I'll...
Oh. Hi.
Sorry. Erm... I didn't mean to interrupt.
Oh, no, no, no. That wasn't...
It's honestly, honestly, none of my business.
Boss man said he wanted these before end of play today, so...
I needed some ice for my nose, which is why...
Very Christmassy.
Have a good one, Robin.
Erm... I'll leave you to it.
Yeah. Happy Christmas. Yeah.
Mrs Strike?
Got your delivery.
Thank you.
Time for a change of shift.
Martin can do the sprouts. It's all right. I'm happy doing them.
See? Don't ruin Robin's fun.
BABY GURGLES
Aww.
It's so lovely having a baby in the house again.
Bathroom smells worse.
They're only nappies. You can always empty the bin.
The family's expanding.
Technically, we gained Stephen's baby but we've lost Robin's husband,
so it's zero gain.
Martin, stop being such an arse.
Sorry for being a tit at dinner.
It was thoroughly enjoyable. Hmm...
I'm not sure Robin would agree with that.
When are you going to ask her out?
Kidding.
You're not the first to ask.
Any more questions about the Army?
I think I'm set.
And you should get home and wrap up. You're getting a cold.
I'm not.
You sound nasal. It's a cold.
KNOCK AT DOOR
PAT: Only me.
Where are you?
HE GROANS
Oh. Got you your post, some soup
and a few presents from your clients and admirers.
They ought to cheer you up.
How are you feeling?
Bad.
Apple cider vinegar. My daughter swears by it.
Maybe with chips.
Call me if you need anything. I don't mind popping back.
Happy Christmas. Happy Christmas.
Thanks, Pat.
DOOR CLOSES
PHONE CHIMES
SAUL: Robbles. Just wanted to wish you happy Christmas.
Mine is shite.
I'd rather be on surveillance, and that is a personal low.
Hi. I'm trying to track down Steve Douthwaite.
I wondered if you might have a list of his old classmates.
OK. Well, when you reopen, is there anyone who might have the records?
OK. Thank you.
Thank you very much. Happy Christmas. Bye.
LABOURED BREATHING
HE VOMITS
MUFFLED CHATTER
We're having dinner if you could bear to join us.
Oh, sorry, Mum. It's a... It's a really tough case.
There's more to life than work.
I'll be right down.
MESSAGE ALERT
In what universe is it OK
for you to send me a picture of your dick?
I'm sorry. I got it wrong.
You made a big deal out of you and Strike not being in the flat to shag
and... What? You know, I thought
that you wanted me to know that for a reason.
Please. I'm sorry.
I should kill myself now.
I can't lose this job, though. I need the money to pay alimony.
I'll lose my girls.
Please don't say anything.
I won't tell Strike, but only because he's had a shit year.
Don't you EVER send me anything other than a case report ever again.
Sorry not to see you, Luce.
I love you but you do not want this bug.
I love you too, Stick. Come over when you're better.
Holy fuck. What?
Sorry. Not you. I think I found Steve Douthwaite.
I hope you'll be very happy together.
Look, why don't you try and stop working for two minutes
and get some sleep?
Bye. Yeah. Bye.
Happy bloody Christmas.
You look terrible.
I don't care. I've found Steve Douthwaite.
Thanks for the headphones.
You're welcome.
I am going to get you something.
That's all right. You've given me the gift of our suspect's location.
That's all I wanted. That or a pony.
So how did you do it?
I went through the surnames of every pop star in the mid-'70s.
Barry Manilow, David Essex,
Elton John, Mark Bolan,
David Bowie, Neil Diamond.
And I found Steve Diamond running a guesthouse in Skegness.
Only took me three days.
The Allardice. Donna speaking.
DISGUISED VOICE: All right, duck, is Steve in? Got a delivery for him.
Is this the sheets?
He told the boss to have us call ahead, make sure he's in.
He's back in an hour, hen.
Well, I'll do my drop in Seathorne and come back then. Ta, duck.
NORMAL VOICE: Was the "duck" a bit much?
I enjoyed the "duck".
Well, we've got an hour to kill. I know.
Go on. Just try it.
Mushy peas.
Yorkshire caviar.
It's just wrong.
Well, they have to be mushy, otherwise they'd roll off the chips.
See? We've thought of everything.
Soft southerner, you are. Yeah.
# A good sword and a trusty hand
# A merry heart and true
# King James's men shall understand what Cornish lads can do. #
What was that?
Song Of The Western Men.
Gist of it is... Cornishmen aren't "soft bastards".
SHE CHUCKLES
Ted taught it to me.
It's good to see the water.
We used to go for donkey rides.
Fight over who got the best one.
How did you know which one was the best one?
Whichever one Stephen picked.
HE LAUGHS Poor Stephen.
Go on.
Ah...
No.
No, no, no, no.
Oh...
Rest in peas.
That was terrible. That was brilliant.
You're just jealous you didn't think of it first.
We'd better go.
Are you Steve's wife?
Aye. Are you looking for a room?
We were hoping for a chat with him. We're private detectives
investigating a missing persons case.
You heard all that, did you?
Mr Douthwaite.
It's Diamond.
Why did he call you Douthwaite?
Your husband was born Steven Douthwaite, as I'm sure you...
When were you Douthwaite?
His name used to be Jacks.
We've been hired by the family of Dr Margot Bamborough.
Steve, what have you done?
SHE LAUGHS
I mean, how many names does one man need? Huh?
You don't change your name three bloody times for nothing.
I never did anything!
We'd like to ask about Margot Bamborough.
What about her?
We heard you sent her chocolates.
I never bought her anything. She was my doctor.
I wasn't trying to shag her neither.
I was sick.
One witness said you looked angry and upset after
your last appointment with Margot.
She was...
She says... Turned you down, did she? I didn't try it on with her!
Mrs Diamond, if you're feeling unwell,
perhaps we can speak to Steve... No. I'm staying. I'm hearing this.
I've got nothing else to say.
The doctor told me to get some rest. That's it. That's all.
Final answer.
Thank you for your time.
Yours too, Mrs Diamond.
Are you planning on telling anyone where I am?
Did you hear what he was saying at the end?
He's worried someone's going to come after him, isn't he?
Yeah, I think he is.
He was living as Steve Jacks when he was working at Baxton's,
but then Carl Oakden's article outed him as Steve Douthwaite,
but he didn't run away immediately.
He can't have been that worried about someone coming after him.
He only ran after Julie Wilkes died.
Talbot got it wrong.
He had all the right pieces, but he put them in the wrong order.
And it wasn't three women dead either.
If what I'm thinking is right,
the killer might have murdered at least six people, including Margot.
I'll text you if we find anything.
All right. I'm nearly there.
I'll be leaving in two minutes. OK. Bye.
SHE GASPS
THUD
HE GROANS
What the hell?
What is wrong with you?
It was a joke. I was trying to break the ice.
Would you sneak up on Strike and grab him?
Would you send Strike pictures of your dick?
You bitch.
You said you wouldn't say anything.
I don't want your hands on me.
I don't want to see you again.
You're fired.
You can't fire me. Yes, I can. I am a partner here.
Send in your final invoice. Your NDA stands. Now get out.
I'll ring Strike.
You're too much of a coward for that.
Fuck off out of my office.
DOOR SLAMS
You could have stabbed him.
It's all right. I didn't.
No. I mean, if you'd stabbed him, I'd have said it was self-defence.
Sending you pictures of his penis.
What a waste of a stamp.
Can I make you some tea, love?
Thanks, Pat.
I'd better go.
Mustn't forget the biscuits.
Thanks, Pat.
DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES
SHE INHALES
Mr Diamond.
My name's DI George Layborn. I'm with the London Metropolitan Police.
Now's not a good time.
CLATTERING
Bang as much as you want. It's made out of metal.
Can we talk?
DOOR CLOSES
PHONE RINGS
Phone call for Beth Spencer.
You going to pick it up?
You are the Athorns' social worker.
So...that's what this is about.
Look.
Samhain and Delia are decent people, but...
..they'd lose their flat if they didn't get a bit of help from me.
I never meant to lie.
But people listen if they think you're social work,
the same as they listen to a nurse.
Let's talk about Steve Douthwaite.
What, again?
Did you find him?
We did.
Oh, you must tell me his news.
Always liked him.
How do you take your tea?
Milk, no sugar. Thanks.
Can you tell me about the night she died?
We'd been up drinking.
A few of us.
Julie said she'd had enough and was going back to her chalet.
I wasn't with her.
They found her in the pool in the morning.
They said she slipped and drowned.
Did you believe that?
I did.
Yes, I did.
Of course!
But...
..as soon as she came to talk to me...
..I knew.
Hello, Steve.
You look awful.
That's a terrible thing about that girl.
Want to get a drink?
I never hurt anyone.
All I did was try to get away.
Did Margot Bamborough say anything to you about Janice Beattie?
Yeah. The last time I saw her.
You need to stop eating the food
that Janice Beattie prepares for you. Oh, my God.
I'm not making accusations.
Nor should you, but...
..take my advice.
DOOR CLOSES
Oh, hiya, Steve!
Probably just been told he's got herpes, eh, Jan?
It was like I woke up...
..and there was a monster in my life.
MUG SMASHES
I think we'll skip tea.
I think you might be the best liar I've ever met.
You never tried to do too much.
Wrong name here or there.
I've always been clever.
Better to be pretty, though.
That's what men want.
I just wanted a chance.
Margot never thought Carl Oakden killed his grandma, did she?
That was misdirection for my benefit.
I did tip him off you was working on the case.
I thought it might give you a bit of a headache.
None of that's a crime.
What about the story you told Samhain Athorn?
That the Riccis killed Margot.
You did that so people wouldn't wonder about
what Gwilherm Athorn was saying.
What, that he killed Margot with his magic?
We both know he didn't kill Margot.
You have a cupboard full of poisons.
Steve Douthwaite is being interviewed about Julie Wilkes.
You have a photo of Julie on your wall.
That's Joanna Hammond.
Did you kill all these people?
If you stop recording...
..then I don't mind talking to you.
Let's talk about Steve Douthwaite.
When you read Carl Oakden's article,
you found out he was living in Canvey Island.
What did you do then?
I went on a diet,
I bought a new dress
and I showed up at Baxton's,
and I saw him kissing some girl.
She was the only one I done without drugs.
She was drunk.
All I had to do was hold her under in the pool.
How'd you work it out?
The same way Margot worked it out.
I imagine she noticed things stacking up.
The Imotil capsule in Dr Brenner's mug that you blamed on Gloria.
People around you always getting sick.
You've been poisoning Irene for half a century, haven't you?
Well...
..she can be annoying.
Why did you start poisoning Steve Douthwaite?
I only wanted to keep him feeling
like he didn't want to go out.
I liked looking after him.
Then he made a doctor's appointment.
The first of many.
It's cramping.
Margot thought it was stress.
But then he told her all about his problems.
About Joanna Hammond dying after drinking poison.
At some point, she must have started to look at you more closely.
Hoity-toity bitch, she was.
Sticking her nose in.
You fooled everyone.
But not Margot.
Margot was a good doctor.
She noticed things.
Come on, then.
So does it happen after you eat certain foods?
She nearly lost her job examining Kevin without your consent.
Why would she do that?
Why wouldn't she want you in the room?
It gets bad after I have my drinks.
What drinks are these?
The drinks that Mum makes.
When did you decide to kill your child?
Kev had a tantrum when Steve came over.
KEVIN WHINES
I could tell Steve didn't like that.
He took off. So I thought...
..Kev needs to go.
Kids don't just drop dead, though.
They don't drink weedkiller, like Joanna Hammond.
You've got to be gradual with a kid.
It took too long, though, didn't it?
Steve Douthwaite was out of there before you finished the job.
Was that what saved Kevin's life?
Well, there didn't seem any point in killing him after that.
I spoke to Kevin this morning.
You never.
He's going to testify.
How did you find out about Margot?
The box of chocolates.
You told me Margot threw them in the bin.
Can you grab me my doughnut from the fridge?
I can open these for you, if you like.
Leave those alone, please.
But Gloria Conti saw them on her desk
during her final appointment.
It was Irene who saw Margot take the chocolates
out of the bin in reception.
Of course, she told you about that. Mm.
Irene thought Margot did it when no-one was looking
because Margot was a hypocrite. But you knew better.
You knew she suspected the chocolates were poisoned
and didn't want any of the staff knowing about it.
When Irene shared what she saw,
you knew Margot suspected you.
You knew you were on the clock.
Someone sent me a box of chocolates at Christmas.
I only had one.
Threw it up later.
How many would it have taken to kill me?
Four or five.
If she didn't eat the chocolates, how did I poison her?
The doughnut.
Margot sent Irene out to get her a snack to keep her going.
I'm guessing you knew Margot was due to go to the pub.
She'd probably eat it just before leaving.
I injected it with Nembutal sodium solution.
She took her time.
I started worrying that I'd got the dose wrong.
Need some help, dear?
No, I'm fine.
She made a bit of a fuss, but it didn't last long.
No...
I needed to put her somewhere,
and the Athorns lived close by.
Hey. Hey. What have you got in yours?
INTERCOM BUZZES Chocolate biscuits. Seems fair.
Only hauled this half a mile.
You all right?
DOOR OPENS
Hi, Samhain. Who are you?
I'm Robin. We met before.
Can we come in? I've brought biscuits. OK.
Hi, Delia. I came here once before.
We talked about Gwilherm and how he used to say
he'd killed Margot Bamborough.
You said you only met them once.
Yeah, once for work.
But I kept in touch with them,
because I thought it would be fun to kill a whole family.
THUNDER RUMBLES
But what happened with Margot changed all that.
SHE PANTS
THUNDER RUMBLES
Gwilherm was a junkie.
He let me give them all injections if I gave him uppers.
I knocked them all out before the surgery closed.
Do you mind if we take a look around?
Don't move my jigsaw.
Don't worry, hen. We'll be careful.
Because Gwilherm doesn't want anybody touching it.
Does the ottoman open?
You can't open it. It's locked. It's not allowed.
I'm calling Beth.
We're here instead of Beth.
Why don't you two go and have some biscuits in the kitchen
and we'll call you when we've finished?
Come on, silly woman.
I left the bag of concrete the night before.
THUNDER RUMBLES
There's nothing here.
Oh, my God. Jesus. It's like it's locked from the inside.
SHE STRAINS
Here, we'll move this.
It's not smart to keep things but I did think about it, though.
You sent a very similar locket to her daughter.
That was very cruel.
I knew it would stop her snooping about.
Just like her mum.
Couldn't keep her nose out.
THUNDER RUMBLES
It's hard dosing a junkie, because their bodies work differently.
Oh, Gwilherm.
What have you done?
Eh? I was just walking by.
I told him I'd seen the front door open,
went up to check on,
saw a woman lying there dead.
I told him he must have done it.
Magic was the only way he could understand. He was into all that.
How long did you wait to kill him?
Six months.
I did him with pseudoephedrine.
Looked like an overdose.
SHE EXHALES
He wouldn't shut up about killing her.
THEY STRAIN
Come on, you bastard...
SPLINTERING
CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS
Inside the ottoman.
That left you with a new problem, didn't it?
Impossible to lift with all that concrete.
It was practically falling through the ceiling of the shop below.
If anyone came round to clear up that flat, they'd find her.
You had to keep the Athorns alive.
Oh, I've done their admin, all sorts.
It's been a pain.
And all for Steve Douthwaite. Mm.
Will Steve be in court?
Cos I'll enjoy telling him what happened cos of him.
Useful lesson for men everywhere...
..if you ask me.
Actions have consequences.
Time to go.
What did you get out of it?
Sometimes it's to make them grateful after I look after them.
Sometimes it's because they piss me off,
and other times I just like watching them go.
SIRENS APPROACH
It would have been nice to have killed you, though.
That would have been a special one.
They've found Margot's locket, too. The real one.
You should have that back once the trial's over.
You'll never know how much this means to me.
I'm so sorry we ever lied to you.
We never meant... I know why you did it.
Mum chose you to raise me.
She got that right.
We have one last thing for you.
Um... Dr Gupta found this.
It's not relevant to the case, but we thought you'd like to have it.
Oh...
My God.
Oh, my God.
We should probably get going.
I'll see you to the door.
All right. Thank you.
When's Sarah due?
Six months.
And she wants to get married before she has it,
which is why you finally decided to wrap it all up.
You are good at your job.
If you knew all that, you could have had me over a barrel.
You were there when I needed you most.
I'll never forget that.
Good luck, Robs.
SHE EXHALES
How many people coming?
I think about 200.
You going afterwards?
In the morning.
I'll be back soon.
She wanted to talk to you about this at Christmas,
but Joanie thinks...
..you should talk to Rokeby.
She thinks it would help you.
I know he's messed you about, but he's still your father.
He was never my dad.
That was always you.
MESSAGE ALERT
STRIKE: Can you meet me this evening? I've got a job for us.
Might need to dress up a bit.
Trying to blend in?
So what's the job?
Your birthday present.
You already got me flowers.
I should have done better.
If it's not too late, I'd like to buy you some new perfume.
That's what you wanted, isn't it?
Did Ilsa tell you that?
I don't want to choose it for you. You pick it out and I'll pay for it.
Afterwards I'll take you to dinner.
I like both of these, but you've got to live with it.
In the Landy.
This one smells of cake.
You like cake.
This one is...
What?
I like this one.
I prefer this one too.
Oh, God, it's not cheap.
I'll cope.
Strike.
Thank you for this.
It really means a lot.
You're my best friend.