04x04 - Lethal White: Part 4

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British crime series based on the book series Cormoran Strike (by J. K. Rowling) follows w*r veteran turned private detective Cormoran Strike who solves brutal murders.
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04x04 - Lethal White: Part 4

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I seen a girl strangled, they

buried her in a pink blanket.

The police think it might be su1c1de.

Chiswell's cause of death,

antidepressants

dissolved in orange juice.

Two things you'd have to know, he

always drank a glass of juice

and he wouldn't be able to taste the

pills. That's someone close to him.

Kinvara m*rder*d him, I know she did.

What can you tell me about Geraint Winn?

He blames the Chiswells

for his daughter's death.

Did you get the files Geraint wanted?

I was told to search

for the key word, Murape.

What have you done?

Robin Cunliffe,

works for Strike.

- Corm.

- Charlotte.

I'm leaving you.

I don't care that you're cheating again.

I don't want to be with you any more.

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. ♪

Hello?

Hello, Venetia?

Any chance of you showing

up for that drink?

Oh, God, Rafe, I'm so sorry.

I mean, how often does a suspect

volunteer

to spend time with a detective?

Erm, I-I'll be right there.

I'm on my way now.

I'll be ten minutes.

- OK.

- OK, I'm so sorry.

All right, bye.

Er, could we go to Chelsea, please?

Um, can I leave my bag with you?

I am meeting Raphael Chiswell?

He's just downstairs.

Oh, perfect, Thank you.

My mum used to love this place

in the '80s.

So the owner,

he used to throw famous people out

for dressing badly.

They'd come here just to get tossed out.

Hello? You OK?

Sorry, er, it's not you.

I

I just left my husband,

I forgot to take these off.

Seriously?

Um

Look, if you want to do this

another, time we can

No, no, no, it's fine.

It's good to be out.

Anyway, I should ask

you about your father.

Um

do you think Kinvara would have

gone through with it?

With leaving him?

Um, probably not.

No, she was she was all drama

and no follow-through.

You know, I never used to much like her

but now I sort of, I just feel sorry

for her.

Everything's getting sold,

Ebury Street, all of it.

Did you spend much time there?

At Ebury Street? Mm.

No.

No, I've been there

once in my entire life.

The truth is, is that

he never loved me.

At least not as much as he loved

Freddie, even though Freddie was an

absolute sh*t.

Do you know about Freddie

and Rhiannon Winn?

No.

He poured vodka down her throat,

stripped her,

took photos

and passed them

round the whole fencing team.

He ruined her.

All because she bumped his

girlfriend, Verity, off the squad.

I found that

out from one of Izzy's mates.

Have you spoken to Geraint Winn?

No, not yet.

Did my sisters tell

you about any of this?

This is what I'm saying.

With Geraint, you've actually got

someone who would want to hurt us,

but my sisters can't mention it

in case it pisses on

Saint Freddie's eternal flame.

Nobody ever did that for me,

I tell you that much.

Must have hurt when your dad

cut you out of his will.

I think that you

you can hate someone

and still wish

they gave a sh*t about you.

And then hate yourself for wishing it.

Anyway, sorry, I'm preaching to the

choir, right?

What was your ex-husband like?

I don't think I can quite think of

him as that yet.

I don't know, I think I

spent a long time trying to

believe he was someone different.

Different to what?

Different to

Matt the accountant who's

a bit of a prick.

And who's been sleeping with Sarah,

who's also a prick.

Is that him now?

Yeah.

Blocked.

That feels better.

Right, where were we?

I think we need another bottle.

Rise and shine, party girl.

I took the liberty of putting two

sugars in your tea because

I think it's going to be that

kind of morning for you, darling.

Oh, Vanessa, I woke you up. I'm so sorry.

Don't worry about it. Do you need to

stay for a few more days?

No, no, no, I'll be all right,

thanks. Last night was just, erm

- What time is it?

- It's half-nine.

Oh, sh*t.

I'm meant to meeting DCI McMurran.

I am so sorry.

- Everything all right?

- Yeah.

Yeah. Good to go.

I was thinking, even if Jimmy

had access to Ebury Street,

he wanted money out of Chiswell.

Why would he k*ll him?

Means before motive.

He said Flick did the cleaning

as a legitimate part-time job.

What about the Ebury Street note?

Said, erm, they were worried

they'd get unfairly

implicated for wrongdoing.

What's he said about the hotel?

We're about to get into that.

And the key to Ebury Street?

Flick says she gave it to Jimmy.

Jimmy says he chucked it away.

He's a cocky bastard.

Declined a solicitor.

- Do you own a car?

- Yeah.

Could you confirm the make of the

car and the registration number?

It's a Suzuki Alto.

Registration F-U-C-K-U.

Oh, no. My mistake.

That's one of my Porsches.

Yeah, it's, uh E-F-0-4 N-W-K.

To the best of your knowledge,

has it ever been driven,

with or without your consent,

by anyone other than yourself?

It was second-hand.

So I imagine they did more than

admire it on the driveway.

Have you ever visited Le Manoir aux

Quat'Saisons hotel in Oxfordshire?

Do I look like I dine at

Michelin-starred restaurants?

So you've never been?

Never driven there in your Suzuki?

I said I never ate there.

Pay attention.

I followed their car there.

I wanted to see how my money

was being spent.

- YOUR money?

- Yeah. Mine and my brother's.

The Chiswells owed you money,

is that what you're saying?

It's not what I'm saying, it's a fact.

Well, what did they owe you money for?

Chiswell sold off my dad's tools

and the last of the stock

after Dad d*ed.

Wasn't his to sell.

You told us you'd not been home for ages.

Yeah, I know what I told you.

So how do you know Chiswell

had sold your dad's things?

I got a tip-off.

Phone call.

- Did you get a name?

- They didn't give their name.

You know how that is.

So you get this tip-off and you

stalk the Chiswells to a hotel.

What are you hoping to achieve?

I wanted my money.

I wanted to have the conversation

with him face-to-face,

somewhere he couldn't close

the door on me.

No-one at the hotel mentioned

anything like that to us.

That's cos he wasn't there.

It was just his bird.

She was probably getting a facial.

I didn't stay for long.

Were you having an affair with

Kinvara Chiswell?

If that's everything, officer,

you've obviously got f*ck all.

So I think I'll just go home.

Anything else you want to say or add?

- He's lying.

- I agree.

But we don't have

enough to keep him here.

Look, you've brought us

some very helpful things so

I'll need you to sign some papers,

but there's some CCTV I'd like to

show you, of Kinvara Chiswell.

There she is.

In the long coat.

Who's she talking to there?

A member of the station staff.

She takes several minutes to check

her train is running on time.

I'll spare you the full thing.

How long did that all take?

About ten minutes.

She barely stood still.

And it's the same thing the other

end at Woolstone station.

Is that what made you suspect her?

Mm. Her alibi is rock-solid.

It's the fact that she's performing

it for every camera she can find.

Can you go back?

There.

You see that beggar there?

I don't think she's giving them change.

What if she's dropping a

door key in his cup?

That'd be why she's done

so much other stuff,

talking to everyone.

She's trying to bury that moment.

When does the beggar come in?

So, a few minutes before Kinvara arrives.

Sits down.

Cap over the face, hood up,

keeping their head down.

THEY don't want their face on tape.

Jason, we need another pass at the

CCTV around Paddington.

Can you call the team back?

So she hands over the

key for Ebury Street

while she's setting up her own alibi.

Not a bad plan. She just overdid things.

Oi, oi. Heavy night, was it?

Took a few sh*ts for the team?

Are you done with Dodgy Doc?

That's for you to say.

But I got him going up

to a patient's flat.

These are good.

You didn't get anything more specific?

She had curtains!

Hope you feel better.

Right,

let's start with the obvious things.

Witnesses to Kinvara's

activities at Chiswell House.

Anyone who might be able to tell us

who she's close to

or who she might be working with.

Kinvara has the key when the police

turn up at Chiswell House

at half-ten. Someone must have

got it back to her by then.

We should talk to Tegan Barlow,

the stable girl.

Maybe she saw Kinvara meet someone.

We still need to talk to

Henry Drummond, the art dealer.

Let's sort that.

And we should talk to Geraint Winn.

- We can't rule him out, either.

- No.

He'd know Kinvara from her

visiting the House of Commons.

We know Geraint's alibi for that

morning's rubbish.

Raff said the only reason

his sisters don't want us

looking into the Winns is they're

worried it'll drag Freddie

into things, because of what he did

to Rhiannon.

How was dinner with Raff?

Uh I'll fill you in later.

I'll find out where Geraint's staying.

We have some questions for you, Mr Winn.

What I want is to call you

a treacherous little bitch.

I was just doing my job.

Oh! On the side of the angels!

We know what happened to Rhiannon.

At Freddie Chiswell's 18th.

You'll say anything, won't you?

You sly bastards.

These might be difficult for you to see.

You might want to sit down.

They're photos of Rhiannon

at Freddie's party.

Ah.

Oh, my girl.

I knew it.

I knew something happened,

but nobody would tell me the truth.

They closed ranks.

What did you think had happened?

I dropped her off.

Drove up from Wales.

And I booked us a B&B, so I said

"1:00am, I'll come and pick you up,"

and she said, "No, no,

it's far too early."

She didn't want to miss out on anything.

So I said, call me when you're ready

and I'll come and collect you.

Only I'd forgotten my charger.

And then, the next morning,

I woke up and I thought,

"Bloody hell,

I'd better drive over there."

And there she was, on the grass.

She'd been sick

and they'd left her out there all night.

So I rang the door

and I said to Chiswell

"How is that acceptable?

"leaving a young girl that way?"

And all he said was,

"She'll have k*lled my grass where

she's been sick."

Anyway, I drove us home.

She was very quiet.

And when I charged my phone up,

there was a message from her

that she'd left at midnight, saying,

"Please come and get me, Daddy.

"They're so mean.

"They're so cruel."

She k*lled herself a month later.

I am so sorry about what happened to her.

And I'm sorry for lying to you.

Can you send me these?

It's not too late for his friends to pay.

We all have something in common,

we want to discover the truth.

Will you help us?

Do you know Kinvara Chiswell?

I've run into her.

The odd event.

Did you ever speak to

her about her husband?

We've never had a conversation.

Can you tell us where you were

the morning Chiswell d*ed?

I was waiting for Aamir to come

back from Barraclough-Burns's flat.

I know you've spoken to him.

He wanted to help me.

And who was it approached you

about trying to find files

labelled "Murape"?

- Was Kinvara involved?

- No.

Jimmy Knight.

He never told me what the photos were of.

Only that the Foreign Office had them,

and they'd finish Chiswell off.

That was good enough for me.

I wanted him sat out there

on his perfect lawn

reading about his disgrace

in the Sunday papers.

Then remembering Rhiannon.

Do you think it'll help Geraint?

What we've done?

I don't know.

I'm not sure what he'd have left

if he let Rhiannon go.

I think he was telling us

the truth, though.

If he wanted to shame Chiswell,

he needed him alive.

Yeah.

If Jimmy's also telling the truth,

we need to look for elsewhere

for Kinvara's accomplice.

What's the line with Henry Drummond?

Chiswell went to see Drummond

the day before he d*ed.

He came back to the office,

he was in a terrible mood.

Maybe Drummond can tell us why.

Ah. Hello.

- Hi.

- Hello.

- Thanks for seeing us.

- No, no. My pleasure.

How can I help you?

Jasper Chiswell came to see you

the day before he d*ed, didn't he?

I was at his office when he got back.

Oh, that.

Yes, that was

embarrassing for all parties

but I really felt I had to say something.

Raff came by the gallery while I was out.

I'd employed a rather pretty

young girl as an assistant.

Francesca.

I'd caught her and Raphael canoodling,

and I told him in no uncertain terms.

But when I got back, some clients

had heard noises.

Well, quite.

The girl jumped out of the

bathroom window.

Raff denied it, of course,

but I felt that I had to let her go

and I told Raff not

to come here any more.

On top of that, I had to have a

rather difficult conversation

with Jasper about his sale.

You rang him the next morning.

Do you have a record of all of my calls?

Only the ones relevant to the case.

Sorry, I'm going to have to get this.

Sorry. You were saying?

The sale was only ever really organised

out of fondness for Jasper.

The only thing of any value was

a John Frederick Herring

painting of a piebald mare and foal.

Yes, I think I've seen that one.

Well, even that was only

worth a few thousand.

The conversation did not end well,

and so, well, I called Jasper the

next morning to, you know,

offer support.

Hello, Corm.

Oh, you two know each other?

Henry, thank you so much for your

time today

but I'm going to head off.

I'm not feeling terribly well.

Of course, yeah.

Would you mind walking me up the road?

I'm going to have early

supper with my sister.

- It's not far.

- Please, do go ahead.

I don't really have anything else

to add, I'm afraid.

I'm not sure I'm the best

person for the job.

I'm not asking you to deliver the babies.

I just don't feel very well.

Sorry, when did Matt call you?

He says you've blocked him.

He says he doesn't know how to reach you.

Yeah, well, that's the whole point, Mum,

I don't want to talk to him.

He sounded very upset.

You've not gone off with someone else?

You haven't, have you, love?

No, Mum. I'm not with anyone else.

Welcome back, Mrs Ross.

Your table's waiting for you.

Actually, I'm eating with my sister.

Cormoran's just helped me along.

Would you sit with me? Just for a minute.

I don't want to be left alone

when I feel like this.

Thank you.

I hate being pregnant.

I know what you're thinking.

I didn't get rid of ours.

I didn't.

- I lost it, after

- Don't start.

I swear.

I took a test at my mother's and then

It doesn't matter.

If it was real or another

lie, either way, I don't care.

- I wish they were yours.

- f*ck's sake, Charlotte.

What? Maybe I'd be happy about it.

You didn't want kids any more than I did.

Give me Amelia's number.

I'm going to call her.

I was wrong about the agency.

I'm still poor.

I still live above the office.

There's no money for jewellery.

- I never cared about

- Yes, you did.

And you have those things now.

- Corm

- You're married.

You're having his children.

We're finished.

But I love you.

And I know you'll say that I'm

a liar, and I am

but not on the big things, Bluey.

Don't call me that.

And I wasn't with Jago

while we were together.

You were engaged two weeks after

we finished.

Yes, because of you.

You said that I was lying about the baby.

You walked out.

You deliberately sabotaged

Don't talk to me about f*cking sabotage!

You wanted me to give up everything.

The Army, the agency, my friends.

Everything and everyone except you.

You wanted to break me,

because that's what you do.

Break it, before it can fade away.

You were broken

when I found you, darling.

We had that in common.

Hello! We have a couple of very

tempting specials today

which I would highly recommend.

Do we look like we want to hear

the f*cking specials?

I'll bring you some more bread.

Look me in the eye and tell me

you've loved anyone since

like the way you loved me.

I haven't.

Thank f*ck for that.

I'm off.

Amelia's not coming. I lied.

I knew you'd be at the gallery.

Lucinda told me.

I want you back.

I thought it only fair

to tell you in person.

I don't want you.

Don't kid a kidder, Bluey.

I can pick you up from here

tomorrow, if you like.

Tegan's working at a riding school

since Kinvara let her go,

so I said we'd meet her there.

OK.

I've been to the pub.

- How was it?

- Good.

Drink?

Yeah. OK.

Thanks.

How's life, Robin?

It's OK. Yeah.

Things all right with you?

Everything's fine.

I'm not working now.

I didn't want you to think you had

to sit here and think about work.

I'm happy just to sit here.

OK.

- Do you want me to?

- Oh, yeah. Would you?

Hello, Robin speaking.

Next time, I'll catch ya.

Sorry, who is this?

I nearly had you, didn't I, Robin?

That tight little arse of yours,

just out of reach.

You got lucky.

I'll find out where you live.

Robin? You work on Denmark Street,

don't you?

No. I'm going to catch you, Robin

No and then I'm going to f*cking

hurt you.

Bitch!

Robin, pull over!

Robin, pull over!

Pull over!

Robin?

Sorry!

Sorry, sorry!

Sorry! Just

How long have you been

having panic att*cks?

About a year.

Are you getting help for them?

I've got some CBT exercises

I'm meant to do.

I had some vegetarian bacon

I was supposed to try,

but it's not making me any healthier

sitting in the fridge,

staring back at me.

Anything else?

Like what?

When I called you the other night

- It's none of my business, but

- Oh, yeah.

Matt and I split up.

You called in the middle of it.

- Sorry.

- Anyway, it doesn't matter.

I didn't want to fall apart.

I just want to do my job.

- I don't want you thinking I

- What I think about you and the job

is that you are brilliant at it.

I had a decade of training.

I did hundreds of cases with SIB.

You've had none of that,

and you're just as good as me.

It's actually quite annoying.

You have to let the business

pay for some proper therapy.

It's not an act of kindness.

It's self-interest.

I need you in good shape.

OK.

We should get going.

Are you all right to drive?

Are you all right for me to drive you?

Where are you staying?

Ugh. That's all a bit

Well, you can stay with Nick and Ilsa.

I'll call them later.

Thanks.

Thank you.

I just

Oh! sh*t. Sorry.

- I meant to

- I know.

We're going to be really late.

I suppose you went over things

in detail with the police?

Yeah, I did.

Kinvara never left the house that night,

didn't leave her bedroom.

The floorboards in that place are

really loud, so I'd have known.

That's mostly what they wanted to know.

What about the next morning?

Did you see her meet anyone?

The farrier came over.

And then she went riding

for about an hour.

When she got back, the police were there.

Where did she go on her ride,

do you know?

I don't know. She goes all over.

Do you have a sense of who

Kinvara's friends are?

She doesn't like people.

She likes horses.

Tegan, do you ever remember seeing,

or even just hearing, gossip

about anything bad happening

between Kinvara and Jasper?

Er I saw her smack him

over the head with a hammer once.

A hammer?

Yeah, he had Lady put down

while she was away for a night.

She comes back, finds out,

just went for him.

Smacked him over the head.

Had to call the GP,

he was bleeding that much.

- Did you call the police?

- No, he wouldn't have that.

He couldn't smell anything afterwards.

Mucked up a nerve.

And she got sent off somewhere

posh for depression.

But even when she came back I kept

finding her in Lady's stall, crying.

Listen, I've got to take the kids

out for their lesson

and I don't want to take the piss.

Thank you. You've been very helpful.

If you think of anything else,

call us, yeah?

Yeah.

Well, I'd say that's something

we can ask Kinvara about.

Smacking her husband over

the head with a hammer?!

Do you think she'll talk to us?

She's going to want to look helpful.

A tenner says she tells us

how much she loved him,

and then talks about how he was

definitely suicidal.

And then what?

Then we ask her about the hammer.

Oh!

Harrington & Richardson 5-sh*t.

This is illegal, Mrs Chiswell.

It was Jasper's.

And it's late, and I'm here on my own.

You're not expecting to come in?

We are.

I thought you liked that painting.

Ah. Well, it'll have gone into the sale.

Do you know, I never realised how

badly off we were.

Everything is going on debt.

You need to hand that in tomorrow.

Oh, God, why are you here?

We were in the area and have some

questions we'd like to ask you.

You're aware your husband was

being blackmailed?

Of course I was aware.

Jimmy Knight's story is he simply

wanted your husband

to give him what was rightfully his.

Jasper thought the Knight boys were

a pair of oiks,

but you can almost see why people

fall for socialism

when Jimmy makes his case.

I thought you barely knew him.

I don't.

He rang the house a couple of times,

that's all.

And, actually, I thought he had a point.

Jasper should have split

the proceeds with Mr Knight's sons.

The proceeds from what, exactly?

Oh, what does it matter now?

Jimmy and Billy's father used to

build gallows.

The estate gave him timber and a workshop

and they split the profits.

You'd be surprised how much

they fetch on the export market.

£40,000 for one full set-up.

Bit more than the price

of a load of old tools.

Well, quite.

After old Mr Knight d*ed, there were

two gallows finished

but not yet sold.

And then the EU changed the law.

Bloody Europe!

Made it illegal to sell t*rture

and execution equipment.

Well, Jasper sold them anyway.

And why shouldn't he?

Hanging's not illegal everywhere.

Did he sell them to Zimbabwe?

Yes.

Well, one set didn't quite arrive.

It got h*jacked by rebels.

And they used those gallows to

hang Samuel Murape,

a British boy kidnapped on his gap year.

Someone took photos and sent them

on to the Foreign Office.

Christopher Barraclough-Burns

tipped us off.

He said you could see Jack Knight's

trademark carved into them.

- The white horse.

- Hm.

It made them traceable back here.

And that's not good PR, is it?

You can imagine what The Guardian

would have done with that story.

I told Jasper right from the beginning,

"Give the Knight boys their cut."

He never listened to me.

And then they went for him.

The blackmail.

And then it got too much for him.

As we know.

We don't think your husband k*lled

himself, Mrs Chiswell.

Nor do the police.

Why did you att*ck him with a hammer?

He waited till I'd gone out

then he put down my horse.

It was like he m*rder*d my child.

I don't care whether you believe me,

but I loved Jasper,

and he hurt me.

He hurt me terribly.

Nobody knows what really

goes on in a marriage,

except for the two people inside it.

Oh, for God's sake.

Oh.

One of my neighbours thinks

I've got a dog loose.

Could you come with me, have a look?

I don't like walking

around by myself. Both of you.

Of course.

Actually, I really need the loo.

Do you mind if I, erm?

Can't it wait?!

It really can't, no.

It's there.

Then hurry and catch us up.

Thank you.

Where the bloody hell has she got to?

Have you quite finished?

Sorry.

False alarm. Dogs are fine.

Goodnight!

Any idea why she wanted us out?

There's someone else in there.

Upstairs. I heard them moving around.

They tried to hide once they

realised I was still in the house.

- I hope you didn't

- There's a painting in the attic.

It's the only one that's been

moved up there. I took a photo.

It's Mare Mourning, the one they

had hanging over the fireplace.

Why would she lie and tell us

it's gone into the sale?

Is that a piebald?

Piebalds are black and white.

That horse is brown and white.

I think I know who k*lled Chiswell.

But we have to be sure.

If we get this wrong, they'll

have time to fix their story.

Hello, Sarah.

I asked them to wait in reception.

It's fine.

Erm

Come in.

- Matt's desperate to

- Did he give you your earring back?

I'm sorry?

The one you left for me by my bed.

- I don't, erm

- I don't care.

You two can have each other now.

We don't have to pretend we like

each other. I'm here for work.

You work in Old Masters, don't you?

We think this painting might

be worth quite a lot of money.

I've uploaded the photos

I took in the loo at Chiswell House.

Yeah, I'm looking at them now.

Most of them are of Freddie

and his fencing mates.

We've only got five minutes,

and they'll kick us out

if Billy gets upset.

But if he does recognise

the person in this photo

Then we'll know what he saw

on the hill that night.

Good to see you, Billy.

How are you feeling?

All right.

I'm taking everything, so I feel

calmer.

I don't know about seeing people, though.

I'm not going to ask you

a lot of questions today.

There's just one thing I'd like you

to take a look at.

Could you do that for me?

I know it's not the best photo.

No, that's

That's who I saw.

That's the girl I saw

strangled on the hill.

How did you know that?

She was strangled,

but she didn't die.

And she's not what you saw buried.

That was something else.

She didn't die?

No.

They lived.

We need to see some people

about the case.

But if it's OK, we'd like to

come back another time

to explain things.

Would you mind telling me

what this is about?

I've a vast amount to do

and I'm only here for the day.

Have you ever seen this painting

hung at Chiswell House?

No.

Never seen it before.

Definitely not.

Why are you showing it to me?

This is a painting

by John Frederick Herring.

It was valued by Henry Drummond

as part of your sale.

He mentioned it to me.

Well, it's not ours.

Somebody substituted this painting

for Mare Mourning

at the valuation.

An expert has since reviewed

a photograph of Mare Mourning

and believes it could be a lost Stubbs.

Which would make it worth

quite a lot of money.

You didn't know anything about this,

did you?

Raphael recognised the value of

Mare Mourning on one of his visits

to your house.

I know you think he loves you.

I'm not sure he even likes you.

But he might have married you

for 20 million quid.

Oh. I

Did he tell you he'd uncovered a Stubbs?

Or did he leave that out

when he said that k*lling Jasper

was the only way to be together?

Think about why he might have done that.

You were planning a new life together.

He was wondering how long he'd have

to wait before k*lling you.

Two murders, a few years apart,

and he'd be the legal owner.

You'd have left it to him in your will.

Oh

I didn't

I didn't I didn't

Oh, God.

Oh, my God!

Where Where is he?

The painting's disappeared.

He must have it.

We haven't got him yet,

but we're watching his flat.

It won't be long.

Put someone outside Izzy's place as well.

She loves him. She'll want to

believe him, and he's a good liar.

Will you stay to watch Kinvara's

interview? It might be helpful.

Happy to.

Ah

I-I'm going to have to take off

for a couple of hours.

You all right?

Yes, it's just, erm,

Matt wants to meet me.

Ignore him.

I've tried, I've blocked his phone,

but he's gone and bought one just to

Just read that.

"Robin, you're being a child.

"I'm at a client's today.

If you want to"

Further down.

He's going to tell the papers

you and I were

He's always thought that about us.

It's pathetic, isn't it?

Anyway, I-I think I just

I think I just need to talk to him.

He's with a client over in Little Venice,

so I can be there and back.

I'll come with you.

I really don't think that'd help,

given

I'll be all right.

Well, I'm going to have to see him

at some point anyway, aren't I?

We've got a whole divorce

to organise. I won't be long.

As you can see,

my client is very distressed.

I think we should

Any thoughts on where he might go

if he needed to lie low for a bit?

There have been a lot of girlfriends.

He's good at manipulating women.

We've tracked down two of them,

a musician and a peer's daughter.

But I'm sure you're right,

there'll be more out there.

There was another one Izzy mentioned,

a girl who owns a houseboat.

You don't know where it's moored, do you?

Robin?

Cormoran, honestly,

I'll be absolutely fine.

Robin, don't go to Little Venice

No!

No, don't.

Just don't.

You know, when a guest says

they need to take a quick piss,

it's bad f*cking manners

if they go off wandering around

the house instead.

What's your passcode?

Hm? What?

The family had that hanging

in a damp spare room for 20 years.

Never looked twice at it

until Kinvara took a liking to it

and stuck it above the fireplace.

It's a Stubbs, isn't it?

You should give yourself up, Raff.

No, thanks.

What do you think the family will do

if you try and sell it?

It won't matter. It'll be mine by then.

I'll say I did drop off the one

that Dad asked me to,

and then it's his word

against mine, and he's dead.

And in a few years' time,

when Kinvara has a riding accident,

I'll find Mare Mourning

up in the attic and inherit it.

A consolation prize for her

grieving-yet-still-very-eligible husband.

Anything you can remember

about this girl.

It's important, Izzy.

Erm, she's an artist, I think.

Ah, the houseboat has a name. It's, ah

Erm Oh, come on!

OK.

Here's the deal.

If you convince me that

I am truly f*cked,

I will let you go.

But

if I think I've got the slightest

chance of getting out of this,

I will throw you overboard

after dark and take my chances.

So go on, then. Convince me.

They know about your affair with Kinvara.

With what proof?

We know you met her at Le Manoir.

Th-Th-The staff will identify you.

I've been there plenty of times

with other people. I'd

I'd be offended if they didn't

recognise me.

Kinvara was at the gallery with you

that day that Drummond came back early.

You stayed to take the rap for it.

She went out the window.

Drummond thought you were

with the assistant again.

You thought you'd got away with it,

but your father arrived to

talk about his sale.

We think he spotted Kinvara's

Lachesis pills lying on the floor.

She must have dropped them

while she was escaping.

And when she saw them on his desk,

she knew you'd been found out.

The whole family knows

we hated each other.

They'll back me up.

We know it was you who tipped

off Jimmy Knight about your father

selling the gallows.

Kinvara told you about it.

She told you about the Murape photos.

You needed to put pressure on him,

to make su1c1de look plausible.

Good luck proving that.

I used a burner phone with Jimmy.

He has no idea who called him,

and he didn't give a sh*t.

So, next.

You know art.

You recognised Mare Mourning as a Stubbs.

And everything you've done since has

been about getting your hands on it.

We told Kinvara that this morning.

It broke her heart, Raff.

She's started talking to the police.

No.

No, Kinvara thinks that I love her.

I basically had her repeating

"they'll say anything to break us"

while I f*cked her.

She won't talk.

And I think that's a hung jury, Venetia.

The key.

The key to Ebury Street.

Oh, sorry, but that was perfect.

I stuck my car under a CCTV camera

and I borrowed a VW from

the girl that owns this place.

I whipped up the motorway.

Kinvara goes out for a ride.

We met well away from the estate,

no witnesses. She trots home.

I was back in London in time

for Izzy to come over

bearing tragic news.

I even left my phone in the flat

so Kinvara could call

me in front of the cops.

"Oh, he's not picking up,

he must be asleep."

They put me in West London

while I was driving down the M40.

You see, the key is not going

to be a problem.

And I think you've run out of things

to say, haven't you?

Put that over your face. Now.

I wasn't talking about when you gave

the key back to her.

I was talking about when she handed

it to you at Paddington Station.

You were caught on CCTV on your way out.

Your face is on camera.

f*ck.

Oh

Have you ever been inside a prison?

They're animals. They stink.

I was going to buy a villa in Capri

and a nice little flat in London.

I was finally going to be free.

No more Chiswells.

I know how Freddie treated you

when you were younger.

I know he

I know he strangled you.

I know he sh*t and k*lled your pet pony.

With me sitting on it at the time.

Did you know that?

Happy days.

You know what might cheer me up, Venetia?

I think I'd like to see your head

explode.

Oh!

Go on, then, you cowardly little f*ck.

Oh!

He's all yours.

Get your hands off of me!

All right, just calm down.

I took the b*ll*ts out at Chiswell House.

In you go.

How did he manage to get

Matthew's name out of you?

Because you should never,

ever give a suspect

Can I just have two minutes to enjoy

not being dead before you start?

Fair enough.

Raff's mother liked his hair long.

He always got mistaken for a girl.

But I saw them carrying the

The body in the pink blanket

was a pet pony.

Freddie sh*t it.

Your dad helped him get rid of it.

But Freddie's also the person

you saw strangling Raphael.

That's probably why you made

the connection.

I swear I thought it was a girl.

Well

you were a bloody good witness, Billy.

For a six-year-old kid,

you did very well.

So it was your brothers I saw?

The way I heard it, erm

Freddie was meant to babysit Raff,

but his friends wanted

to go up to the horse and

I suppose they took things too far.

It was a difficult time

with our parents' divorce,

and Freddie could be a bit

I know that doesn't excuse anything.

I know

a bit about that. Well

When my mum d*ed and my dad

was drinking, it was

I saw.

- I saw him kick you once.

- Mm.

I tried to say something, I really did.

You putting me up here's

been really kind.

You didn't have to do nothing for me.

We're going to pay for

your long-term treatment.

My family owes you that.

You see, Cormoran suggested it

and I just thought, "Yes.

"Yes, that can be one good thing."

I don't want to be

- a

- No, you're not.

Honestly.

The papers keep saying,

"A lost Stubbs, what good fortune!"

But all of our men are gone.

Papa, Freddie.

And Raff too, in a way.

All of them are gone.

It's not easy, is it?

Any of it.

It's people.

They don't know how to live.

Do you ever think about

where we're going?

I suppose

get the bank balance a bit

healthier so we're not

so hand-to-mouth.

And make the agency the best in London.

I think we should keep Sam on.

Me too.

How's the CBT going?

I'm doing my exercises.

How's your leg?

Yeah, doing my exercises.

Do you want to come for a curry

with me, Nick and Ilsa later?

Sounds good. I'll be there.

I think this is me.

Mr Harris.

Could be a nice job.

I'm heading to Finsbury Park.

Sam's baby-sitter fell through so

I said I'd take over surveillance.

Well, I'll see you tonight.

I'll bring beer.

I know.

Strike agency, Robin Ellacott speaking.

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