Strike Back (2010–2018): Season 3, Episode 1 - Vengeance, Part 1 - full transcript

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Before you say anything,
it's like a family heirloom

and it still drives really well.

I can't see Matthew driving
to work in this.

I know. He's desperate for an Audi.

Did you ever have a pony?

Why?

This feels like a Land Rover
that's done a lot of gymkhanas.

You're sure you don't want me to come?

Thanks for the ride.

Sorry I'm late, work.

Oh, does he keep you
out late every night?



Thanks. Er, we're just
busy at the moment.

- Are you still just temping?
- No, I've gone full-time.

He just pay you less than an agency.

Well, money's not everything.

He's a bit beaten-up looking.

But then that looks good on some
men, doesn't it? Looking a bit used.

Well, most of us chaps are a bit
second-hand at this point.

I think a second leg might be
higher up Cormoran's list.

Is it still just the two
of you in the office?

So, Sarah, how's your work going?

Doors opening.

Doors closing.

Hello?

Oh, hello, Cormoran Strike.



Oh, Ellacott, that's me.

Hiya.

Any post?

Bills, mostly.

Have you, er, picked up your e-mail?
There's a new client request.

Thinks his girlfriend's cheating.

Can we fit him in?

- Oh, I'm not sure we've got time.
- Thanks.

She's a LSE student and a part-time
stripper on Tottenham Court Road.

I suppose it depends how
often she's cheating.

I'll call him now
and give him our rates.

Cormoran Strike's office.

- Robin speaking.
- You sent us an e-mail enquiry?

Ah, hello, yes, thank
you very much for calling back.

So we really like the salmon for
starter and then the beef for main,

but we thought maybe risotto was
a little bit boring for vegetarian?

Where's she working now?

Well, there's ten in total but three
are vegan and one's paleo-vegan.

Er, yeah, no, I'll put my team onto it.

I suppose we could do
with and without cheese?

And what's her name?

Er, can I call you back?

Cheers.

Robin?

- You ok?
- I'm fine.

We'll get back to you.

Yeah.

We've been sent a leg.

- A leg?
- It's not even in my size.

All right, I'm on my way.

Cup of tea? Something stronger?
I've got beer.

Tea sounds good.

I'll put the kettle on.

Don't touch it.

Why would I touch it?

You've gone white.

Whose leg did you think it was?

I don't know.

Well, you mightn't know
but something occurred to you.

What were you thinking?

There was a scar, an old scar,
I'd say the leg belongs to

somebody in their teens,
maybe their early twenties.

And I'd seen scarring like that before.

It might be
a girl called Brittany Brockbank.

Her father was Major Niall Brockbank.

He had a reputation for cruelty.

Brittany told a school friend that
Brockbank was having sex with her

and she was worried
she might get pregnant.

Her friend’s dad told SIB, so I was
there as the investigating officer

when she was interviewed the poor
thing denied everything, of course.

She must have been terrified.

Brockbank had threatened to cut her
legs off if anyone found out.

The scars were his idea of a warning.

I made it up. It were a joke.

Has your dad ever
threatened to hurt you?

Daddy wouldn't do that.

I didn’t mean any of it.

If you want to tell me
anything, Brittany, you can.

- What happened to him?
- No charges brought.

But he still has good reason to hate me.

- He thinks I injured him.
- Did you?

His arrest went badly.

The only other man who's sick enough
and hates me enough to send me

a leg is a Scot called Donald Laing.

He used to write me threatening letters,

- they'll be on file somewhere.
- I'll get cracking.

No, we’re just arriving.
Forensics are here.

A fucking leg?

What about the bike?

It was a Black Honda. Big.
600cc at least.

The courier was in black leathers.
His helmet had a dark visor

and he kept it down.

He looked big but the jacket could
have just padded him out.

Not a fat bastard, like the boss?

And you signed for it? Yeah.

Oh, it was addressed to me.

Could just be them demonstrating
they've done their homework.

Any ideas?

I think there's something underneath it.

It could be a note.

"A harvest of limbs, of arms and
of legs, the toes that crawl..."

"The knees that jerk, the necks
like swans that seem to turn,."

"As if inclined to gasp or pray."

Last verse of Mistress Of The
Salmon Salt by Blue Oyster Cult.

- You're a fan?
- They were my mum's favourite band.

She had that particular song title...

..tattooed.

- And where's your mum today?
- Whitechapel cemetery.

Her second husband killed her.

Never went down for it, though.

Jeff Whittaker.

Who'd you reckon left that one,
then? It's probably Uncle Ted.

That's an Erica carnea,

or it was before winter in Whitechapel.

He grows 'em.

I dunno what those are.

Garage had 'em on sale.

How's the stump, then?

It's not like an old relative.

You don't have to ask after it.

Top girl, your mum.

Thanks.

Sorry.

So... it was addressed to you?

But meant for Strike, obviously.

A severed woman's leg was
sent to you, and for what?

Slightly less than the minimum wage?

Would it be all right
if I was on 100 grand?

How many share options make a girl's
severed limb worth me dealing with?

I've got work to do.

You up for killing Whittaker yet?

Still a "no" from me.

I need you to find him, though.

That's why I wanted to see you.

I received a severed leg in this
morning's post,

with some Blue Oyster Cult lyrics.

He holds grudges.

This feels like him.

The police are looking
but they won't find him.

No, he's probably squatting somewhere.

He'll be in some shitty band an' all.

Pretty girl. Exactly.

So, work fast.

Hey... Rob.

Rob, Rob, Rob?

Jesus! That sound you were making!

Jesus! That sound you were making!

What sound?

You were doing what you used to do.

Look, we're getting married.

And seeing you in this state...

..it's not good for you
and you know that.

I'm fine.

Honestly.

I'm sure Strike's delighted.

What are you talking about?

Well, he's going to make
a pass at you at some point.

And you just getting worked up
into this state it, like, gives...

He won't. And I'd be perfectly
capable of shoving him off.

Of course you would.

Oh, Jesus! What is wrong with you?

You're so naive!

He... he is my colleague and friend,
like Sarah is your friend

and it's not like the
two of you have ever...

Have you?

Oh, you have.

- You've slept with her.
- No.

- This is ridiculous.
- When?

Can we both Just put down
our boxing gloves and...

Don't lie to me, Matthew.
I saw it in your face.

I saw it.

You can't take it back.

- Are you having an affair?
- No.

100%, no. I promise.

Tell me, it...

Tell me it wasn't then.

Robs, please, I haven't even...

Rob, I've messed up.

I've messed up.

Message deleted. Next new message.

I've been trying to get hold of you.
Call me back, will you?

Message deleted.

Next new message.

Why aren't you picking?

Message deleted. Next new message.

Robin, please...

Message deleted. Next new message.

- Ellacott, call me AS...
- Message deleted.

Hi, I'm here.

Yeah, I was still following
that stripper.

We were sent a severed leg yesterday!

He even spelt your name with two T's,

so keep your phone on and pick
the damn thing up when I call!

- Yeah, I'll try.
- Meet me in the office at five.

Can I have another?

♪ If I Should Fall From Grace ♪
♪ With God by The Pogues ♪

It's ten past six.

Are you all right?

Erm, Cormoran, I'm just...
I'm not sure I'm up to this today.

What are you doing?

Nothing. Are you alone?

I'm waiting for someone.

Can I wait with you? No, you can't.

Right, what's going on with you?

How did you know I was here?

I'm a detective.

I could hear The Pogues playing
when I called you.

They always play in here.

What do you need?

I don't need anything. What's going on?

Nothing.

Don't give me that.

I've never seen you look so bad.

Morale duly boosted...

Where's your engagement ring?

Put two and two together.
You're the detective.

Matthew cheated on me.

Oh. Right.

What a moron.

It was a long time ago,

but it was with one of the most
annoying women I know.

Is she still around? Yep.

We had dinner with her the other night.

They started just after I left uni.

I'm surprised he'd admit to it now.

He didn't, I just... I just knew.

He looked ashamed of
himself, because of...

..because of... when...

I dropped out of uni...

..because something happened to me,

and afterwards, I had problems.

I was coming back from a friend's halls.

It wasn't even late.

Apparently, he'd tried to attack
someone else

and there'd been a warning
about him on the news...

I played dead and he ran.

That's how I survived.

He was wearing a rubber gorilla mask

but he had this white
patch of skin behind his ear.

My evidence got him put away.

Rape and attempted murder.

It was 20 bad minutes out of a whole
life and I am still the same person.

I know that. That’s just a horrible
thing to have happened to you.

Afterwards I...
I couldn't leave my room.

I had to go home to Mum
and Dad, that's when...

..Matthew and Sarah.

Well, I'll see you in the morning.

Where are you staying?

Everyone I know
in London is Matthew's friend.

Erm, I'll get a youth hostel or a YMCA.

- Do they still have those?
- I'll take you somewhere proper.

I'm totally skint.

Well, that's probably my fault.

I'll pay.

We'll call it a
wedding-cancellation present.

Where is it, then?

Wow.

This is really nice.

I do your books, remember.

I know you can't afford this.

Checkout's at 11. Keep this door locked.

And stay away from the mini-bar.

You got sent a leg. Any
idea who it's from?

Mate, it's nearly midnight.

Who leaked it? I have no idea.

The press are outside my door.

It's not good for my business,
being sent limbs in the post.

I'm sure you appreciate that.

You know how it is.

Whoever sent me
that leg also knows how it is.

So let's not play their game, shall we?

Listen, how am I su...

What you got?

Body of a young girl,
hands and legs sawn off.

Caucasian, maybe aged around 16.

A cleaner found her.

Anything found on the scene
apart from the body?

There's a phone but no bag
or wallet or anything.

Nothing to ID her. Phone's
gone to forensics.

- How about CCTV?
- The camera in the lobby.

We're doing the tapes. Might get lucky.

Right.

- Hello.
- Oh... Hi...

There's a scrum of parasites
on my doorstep.

I need to find this guy before we're
put out of business.

I know it's a Saturday
but this can't wait.

Did you just throw up?

I promise, I'm fine to work.

Never doubted you.

Have 'em send you up a bacon sandwich.

Oh, don't talk about food.

- Have you got a pen.
- Er, yeah.

I'm giving you Nick and Ilsa's address.

It's 80 Octavia Street.

Oh, by the way,
careful exiting the hotel.

We were followed last night.

Right, what's the address?

Sorry.

I'm down to two clients overnight.

The rest have run
screaming to the hills.

Well, a severed leg on the
front pages will do that.

Business'll pick up again.

If this guy wanted to kill me,
it's not difficult.

I'm a big enough target...

That reminds me, we should
talk about your cholesterol.

The leg, the Blue Oyster Cult lyrics,

that's someone going to a lot
of effort to get inside my head.

And butchering someone to use as a prop.

It's Robin, isn't it? That's
who you're worried about.

Robin has, and I quote her verbatim,

"A certificate for a three-day
self-defense course."

I like Robin.

Well, so do I. I just don't need to
add her to the dead

and maimed women
I carry around in my head.

And this is the same night,
about 18 minutes earlier.

Yeah.

You'll have to bring him in.

That's right.

Talk to you later.

Coffee? Ah, yes, please.

I feel awful.

That's because you drank
every bottle of wine in London.

Radford called me on the way here.

Cancelled his job with us.

Just one client now.

He says he's really sorry but, oh, just,

exposure and...

Mo...

..I get it.

I've got an old address
for Brockbank's sister, Holly,

- somewhere... Barrow-in-Furness.
- Mm-hm.

It's the only solid lead we've got
and business isn't exactly thriving,

so I thought I'd start there.

Great, well, I'll come with you.

You would be more use in the office.

I can do the research work
from anywhere.

And I've got the Land Rover
and you can't drive,

which will save us time and money

and I need this case solved before
we go bust and I lose my job.

And if you're worried about my safety,

I'll be better off out
of London, won't I?

What will Matthew think?

Matthew can shove his
thoughts up his own arse.

- Robin, please...
- Don't touch me.

All set?

Oggy had to nip off to see the Police.

Do you fancy some lunch?

A glass of water would be great.

Have you been in Whitechapel recently?

- Yes.
- What took you there?

- A client.
- Who was the client?

We never ended up meeting.

His name was Valley, I think.

Where did you meet?

- We didn't meet.
- Where did you try to meet?

It was a short-let office building.

I can find you the address.

We've just found a young
woman's body in a building

in Whitechapel High Street.

Both legs removed.

There was a phone at the
scene, with her prints on it.

Forensics got it unlocked for us.

Right.

What did you find?

We found it was you
that invited her there.

Hi, it's Cormoran Strike, I'm here.

You're... not.

Invented this at med school.

Vitamins, anti-inflammatories

I and a raw egg prove you're I
the hardest bastard in the room.

- Let's get going.
- So what did the police want?

Interviewed me under caution.

Just shy of having me
arrested for murder.

Needed that. Come on!

Well, at least Wardle believes you.

That I'm not grooming teenage
girls to carve up?

Yeah, it's a real vote of confidence.

Can you send Wardle
all we've got on the client

I was supposed to meet
in Whitechapel? Sure.

So how does it help frame you,
him sending you her leg?

Depends what the killer's
trying to achieve.

If they want to make sure I never
work again, send me the leg,

involve me in a murder case.
Let the press do the rest.

Do you still think
it's one of those three men?

Yeah, I do.

More than ever. Whittaker got away
with murder, twice.

Laing charmed everyone
while he kept his wife terrified.

Brockbank was a child rapist

who managed to convince everyone
that he was the injured party.

And you think he could
cut off his own daughter's leg?

I don't know what to think,
but I know he wants revenge on me.

Major Brockbank, Sergeant Strike, SIB.

Brittany, back inside.

So he might be living with his sister?

Brockbank's Army pension goes to
her address in Barrow every month.

She's our only lead.

How you doing? Pfft! A bit shit.

Matthew keeps texting.

Would you like to hear about the
migratory patterns of the black marlin?

We have two hours to go.

Receiving.

- Owner is a Mr Michael Ellacott.
- Are you Michael Ellacott?

Erm, er, no, that's my dad.

You're parked on a double-yellow.

There's no loitering
near a nuclear facility.

Can I see your license, please?

Er, yeah.

Is that what, erm... that what that is?

Shipyard, yeah. Where do you live?

Oh, not... not together.

- Denmark Street, London.
- Ealing, London.

You up here on holiday?

Does anyone ever come to
Barrow-in-Furness on holiday?

The abbey's popular.

And the nature reserves.

We're, er, hoping to catch up with
a friend on the way to Scotland.

Where can I get a half-decent coffee?

No photography in this area, all right?

Roger that.

Yeah, it was nowt.

Morning. Morning.

"Roger that"?

You weren't exactly helpful!
"Who'd holiday in Barrow?"

She's obviously from here.

- Where are you going?
- To ask after Brockbank.

No, no, no, don't knock on Holly's
door. He might still live there.

No. I'm going to go and ask that woman.

She looks like she'd be
the type to gossip.

Hey, excuse me.

Sorry, I, er, wondered
if you might be able to help me?

It has to be me.

If Holly recognizes you, she'll tell
Niall that you're looking for him.

Anyway, this will work.

I don't like it.

You don't have to like it.

It's still a good idea.

Great.

Well, the good news
is my hangover's finally lifting.

Er, I, I'd better get this.
It's my mum. Sorry.

Hi, Mum.

Matthew called me. He told me
the two of you had broken up.

- He said you've left him.
- Did he tell you why?

Look, I... I can't really talk
right now. I'm away with Strike.

Oh. I see.

No, not like that! It's work.

We're, erm, someone sent him a l...

Anyway, it doesn't matter,
it's... it's work.

Are you all right?

Yeah, erm, oh, I don't know.

I... I can't really
talk about Matt right now.

It's, erm, it's all so new, so... erm.

I'm going to come and see you as
soon as you're back to London.

- Yeah, that'd be nice. Thanks.
- Bye, then.

Love you. Bye.

So according to that old lady,
Holly's in here every lunchtime.

Let's hope she's a nicer Brockbank
than her brother.

You good? Yeah.

Thanks, love.

Hi, I'm looking for Holly Brockbank.

Holly Brockbank?

Who are thoo?

Sorry?

Who... are... you?

My name's Venetia Hall. I'm a lawyer.

- I'm trying to find Niall.
- Don't know, don't care.

Only... I believe he's owed money.

Him and his family.

- His family?
- Oh, his close family.

Parents and siblings.

Anyone who he's lived with.

Why's that, then?

Well, my company
specialises in gaining reparations

for servicemen who have been injured
outside of combat operations.

Right.

I'd like to help you make a lot
of money off the government, Holly.

- Wardle.
- Hey, have you found Whittaker yet?

No, not yet.

I think you should look in to
Donald Laing, spelt "A-l".

I got him sent down for 16 years
but he's probably out by now.

He did his time in Glasgow,
I'll text you the details.

Yeah, send me anything you've got.
I will.

So...

Nice one.

Well, we know that Niall suffered
some problems

during his time in the Army.

Problems? Some fuckin' police
copper smashed his head in!

Damaged 'im for life.

Er, do you mind if I, er...?

You don't happen to remember
the copper's name?

Course I do. Cormoran Strike.

Fuckin' gadgee! Destroyed 'im.

Niall started having fits.

Couldn't get any work anywhere
after that, not properly.

Right.

He'd come round to ours, smash
the place up, smash me up.

Have you seen this nose?
Fuckin' seen that?

That's a nose that's been hit hard.
That wants paying for by the Army!

Oh, absolutely.
Look, I'm sorry you've suffered.

I have.

Really, we're going to try and
secure you a solid pay-out.

But... but the truth is, Miss Hall,
I've had a properly shit life.

Me and Niall both did when we were kids,

but at least he got all the way
to be a major in the Army.

That's good money and good respect.

And all of that went after Cormoran
Strike bashed his head in.

How, how's Niall coping now?

Oh, works shit jobs in
rubbish strip joints.

They'll have him for a bouncer.

Not what it was, though.

Don't last long.

He's in London now.

More work there for him.

Author of The Affluent Society.
Nine letters?

- Er...
- You all right to drive?

Half a glass of wine. I'm fine.

He's not here.

But I've got a number for him.

Well bloody done! Shall we call him?

Apparently he's in London.

I think we should give it a day
or two, in case Holly calls him?

Let the story bed in.

You know, if we lose the business,
I might try personal injury claims.

I think I've got a knack for it.

What could you get me
for my missing leg?

Packet of crisps and a pint.

Anywhere cheap to stay around here?

There's a Comfort City
Express down the road.

Thanks.

Holly told me
you smashed Niall's head in.

Is that true?

Arguably, the interview
I'd seen with Brittany...

..framed my response to him.

He had a pre-existing concussion
from playing rugby that week.

He started to have epileptic fits,
got invalided out.

In between the fits,

he'd tell anyone who'd listen
that he was going to destroy me.

Perks of the job.

What happened to Brittany?

I spoke to the wife.

She wouldn't hear a word of it.

Brittany was telling tales,
a naughty little liar.

Niall was a good man and a good father.

And off they went.

She was 12.

After that, he knew she'd told on him.

And she knew that help wasn't coming.

She's the one I find hard to live with.

We have to find him and put him away.

If he's our killer.

He's a child rapist.

The Army did their job properly.

There wasn't enough evidence for a case.

I know this must be hard...

Don't! Do not! You promised.

It's hard for anyone to hear.

What are we supposed to do?
Hunt them all down?

Yeah.

All of that,
and pay off the utilities bill?

I'll tell British Gas
that's what we've decided.

Thanks.

Good evening. Are you looking for...?

- Two singles, please.
- Two singles.

Right. OK.

Is that one room with
two single beds or...

Erm, if you've got two different rooms.

- Two rooms, one bed in each of 'em.
- Single in each.

Right.

- I'm not trying to pry. I have to check.
- No, it's fine! No.

Is your leg all right?

No. It's been blown-off.

You're limping.

You offering me a piggyback?

It could be the last thing you ever do.

I'm stronger than I look.

It's all those gymkhanas I did.

Did you carry the horse?

If you hear anything, I'm just in here.

OK.

Hello?

It's me. I've just heard from Wardle.

We're not going home just yet.

Wardle's found an old address for Laing.

- He was living with someone in Corby.
- Great.

We should check it out tomorrow.

Well, er, night. Night. I was just
telling you now, in case

you were making other
plans for tomorrow.

Yeah.

Sleep well. Sleep well.

Yeah, you too.

Give us one, then.

Thanks.

Thanks.

So how did you meet Laing?

I was on a drugs case in Cyprus,
undercover,

buying grass off a local guy
who dealt with a lot of soldiers.

He told me about a squaddie who said
he'd chained his wife up

when she'd threatened to leave him.

Sounded like grandstanding, but...

..I checked it out anyway...

When no-one answered the door,
I kicked it in.

The smell hit me first.

I went upstairs and found
his wife in the bedroom.

He told the court she was kinky,
liked to be tied up.

She'd broken her wrist
and dislocated her shoulder

trying to get free
and there were internal injuries.

Tell me he didn't get off.

Went down for 16 years.

Probably did eight.

He'll have been out a while now.

- Are you Lorraine McNaughton?
- Who are you?

I'm a detective. I'm looking
for information on Donald Laing.

I heard he lived here a few years ago.

What's Donnie done now?

- Is he still here?
- No, thank Christ.

Would you mind if my partner
and I asked you a few questions?

Was it robbery he's done?

Why do you say that?

Because he robbed me when he left.

He took my jewellery.

He took my mum's ring.

I'm sorry. That's terrible.

How did you meet Donald?

Pub.

He was very charming.

Sorry, I know that sounds stupid.

He had his own company in
Scotland but he got ill.

What did he get ill with?

Oh, it was nasty.

Psoriatic arthritis.

- Some days he couldn't even move.
- Here, let me take that.

Oh, thank you.

Were you together long?

Not even a year.

It was after my mum died.

Donnie did some work for Mrs Williams,

at number 37, across the road.

87 with a lawn to cut and all her
kids have gone abroad, you know.

He was nice to me. And he did
raise money for charity.

Despite it all, erm, I miss him..

- He was never violent?
- No.

And I told the police that.

Was this when you
reported your jewellery missing?

No, Mrs Williams was
robbed and attacked.

Is she ok?

She's passed since then.

Poor old Mrs Williams, beaten
shitless for a couple of quid.

So do you reckon that was Laing?

Cased it while he mowing
her lawn, didn't he?

Men like Laing
and Brockbank and Whittaker,

women are things to be used.

And she still misses him.

Here we go.

- Donald Laing's great charity efforts.
- Go on!

£40...

Raised for psoriatic arthritis.

Well, it's not nothing.

Well, he's only set it up

so he can show it to people who've
started to realise he's a leech.

Yeah.

Where are you going to stay?

At the flat. At least for tonight.

Matthew's away, so...

Right.

Thank you. Goodnight. You too.

All right, Bunsen? Where are you?

Office.

I've found Whittaker.

The little girl said, "Daddy,
Daddy, I love that pig."

And the farmer said, "Well,
we all used to love the pig"

"but the pigs become diseased
and it won't stop squealing!"

Wait.

All right, Bunsen?

Very nice.

See you later.

Get in. Banjo, get me some fags.

Well, look who it is,
Sherlock fucking Holmes,

as I live and breathe.

Steph, come here, let me tell you
a little story about this guy.

I was banging his mummy back in the
day, for a while. I gave her a kid.

Now, she... she was a juicy old tart.

This man kills women.

You think this one gives a shit?

She barely knows where
she is half the time, bless her.

I love him, darling.

Do you know what Mummy
used to like to do?

She used to like to suck me
off after I sang to her.

Sing her a song and then down
she'd go, Pavlovian response.

Fuck.

I can find you somewhere to stay.

Fucking get in that van.

Motherfucker!

Hello?

Hello.

Zahara, give that here.

- Who's this? -
- Hello, is that Mr Brockbank?

- Aye.
- This is, er... Venetia Hall.

I'm a personal injury claims lawyer.

I spoke to your sister,
Holly, about getting

compensation from the Army
for the injuries they caused you.

How's that?

Well, I'd be very happy to go over
it with you if you're able to meet.

Where might be convenient?

What about Shoreditch?

Could I maybe have
a home address for you?

And then I can send you our paperwork.

Do I know you, little girl?

I'm pretty sure we've never met.

I love him, darling.

One day, you'll
feel like that about somebody.

Who is it?

It's Wardle, open the door.

Hold on.

I've got to get my leg on.

We've just got a few questions.

Have you ever met this girl?

No. Have a good look.

I haven't met her.

Who is she?

She's the girl we found in Whitechapel.

So you've identified the body?

Well, I'm not sure we can
claim all the credit.

Took the morning papers for
us to piece it together.

You've never met her?

Kelsey Platt?

The three names I gave you.
Who have you found?

We're still making enquiries.

He addressed the leg to you.
He followed you.

That's the pattern we have so far.
I know. And I will be careful.

- Oh, my God, it's you.
- I need to ask you about your sister.

Robin, I do think it's
time to make a decision.

The wedding day's nearly here.

She's been followed.

- She's had body parts sent to her...
- Robin's good at what she does.

She's very good. She manages the risks.

Shanker!

You're a sociopath.

Have you seen something?

We're finished.

Let's just find this guy.

Gotcha!