What would you like to know?
Am I going to make Mark happy?
Mark, they need to cover her up now.
Cover her up?
They need to put the lid on.
I don't know what to do... without her.
I'm Miss Davis.
I have an appointment.
Do you hear me in there, Jessie?
You are a sinner.
Most girls have good luck cards, or photos of their kid.
My new lover's waiting for me.
You know he'll never leave her.
Who says I want him to?
Here we are again, then, Mark.
It's better to feel something than nothing.
You are going to burn in hell!
Hell is waiting for you sinners.
Jesus Christ, Tommy, you've got a bloody dead rat in your sink.
Let me find you somewhere else, for God's sake.
Why are you throwing your clothes away?
And where have you been all night?
I hit a cat.
I was coming home from dinner with a client
and a cat ran out in front of the car.
So I picked it up to see if I could help it,
but it was no use, I'm afraid. So much blood everywhere.
Oh, my God.
- The poor thing. How horrible. - Don't think about it.
It'll only upset you.
Cream of chicken.
Salmon and dill.
Ah, a quail's egg with celery salt.
Terrine and pate.
What do you think?
If you feed them that well, they won't leave.
We need something sweet.
Maybe a fool or a syllabub.
Dessert and cheese...
It's the police.
Oh, I'm very sorry, Mr Osborne.
They should've closed her eyes.
Is that her, then, Jessie Davis?
Ah, Mr Easterbrook?
Detective Inspector Stanley Lejeune.
Do you two know each other?
No, not at all.
But you know each other's names?
Mark Easterbrook, and Zachariah Osborne?
No. Erm, what is this? Why am I here?
A woman's body was discovered this morning.
We believe you had a connection to her.
To Jessie, because of her list.
Oh, erm, would you mind taking Mr Osborne home
for a nice sweet cup of tea for the shock?
Thank you for your time.
Who's Jessie? What list?
A Miss Jessie Davis.
Found dead this morning. Nothing suspect.
Had a fever.
Left the house for some reason, but...
Well, she carked it.
Well, that's very sad,
but I don't know what it's got to do with me.
I didn't know her.
But she knew you.
So besides Osborne, you've no connection to Jessie Davis?
The name Osborne means nothing to me.
I've only just heard it, only just saw the man.
Right, cos he owns a little shop round the back of Griffiths Street
where Miss Davis actually worked.