The Inspector Lynley Mysteries (2001–2008): Season 3, Episode 2 - A Traitor to Memory - full transcript

Bravo!

Bravo!

Excuse me.

Good evening, sir.

Right, let's hear it.

Female, sarge. 40 to 60. Fatal. Obviously.

Very extensive injuries.

Dr Shaw thinks she's been driven over
more than once.

Rules out an accident, then.

Just a bit.
We've just found what we think is her bag.

Under here.



- Er... got any gloves?
- Sir.

More light, please.

Mrs Eugenie Martin,
47 Saltash Green Road, London...

...West 4.

Right.

I'll come back when the SIO gets here.

- Evening, sir.
- Barbara, glad you could join us. Come in.

Now, you remember.. Barbara Havers.

- Of course. Nice to see you.
- Happy anniversary.

Ooh, for you.

How thoughtful.

- This is for you, sir, but it's official.
- So it will go away until tomorrow.

Now, help yourself to a drink, Barbara.
We'll see you later.

Thank you, ma'am.



"Thank you, ma'am."
What am I supposed to call sir's wife?

Where's Helen?

She's working all hours this week.

What was in the letter?

My resignation.

- Have you gone completely mad?
- Why?

This is ridiculous.
You're behaving like a spoilt teenager.

Oh, another mistake, then, sir.
More evidence of my unsuitability.

No-one says you're unsuitable.

They said the next best thing.

I've lost my rank. I'm on a warning.
I would rather have been sacked than demoted.

This is madness. You can't resign.

Well, it's the one thing that nobody can
actually order me to do - stay in the police.

You know the old Met saying, sir.
"You're only 28 days from the out."

Of course, I can't order you to stay.

- Do you know him?
- Yeah, that's DS Brian Leach.

My old Crime Squad sergeant
from when I was just out of uniform.

A good policeman,
but not one to be arrested by.

- He doesn't seem pleased to see you.
- He never was.

Well, I don't suppose he's thrilled
that you've overtaken his rank.

As far as he was concerned, I always had.

- Where is he now?
- Hampstead.

- He's a long way from home.
- That's just what I was thinking.

Well, I'll see you later.

I Let's Twist Again

George, come on.

Driven over more than once.

Impact at speed, then probably they reversed
over her and then.. forwards again.

They wanted to make sure of the job,
didn't they?

- Er..Eugenie...?
- Martin.

Of Strand on the Green. Divorced.

Anything known, sir?

No form.

Oh, and er... Tommy??

- Take Havers.
- Thank you, sir.

- It's been a rough ride for her.
- Yes. I know.

In fact, that envelope she gave you.
She asked if she could have it back.

Ooh... did she?

You better see you get a result, then.

Thank you, sir.

I thought I was just going to a party.

- I thought you went there to resign.
- Yeah, I did.

I can't think why sir put me on this with you.

Maybe because he thinks
you're better than you do.

Anyway, you can't resign from the police force.

Where else can you spend all night long
standing in the rain

while the people you're protecting insult you?

Oh, have it your own way, Havers.

You're still a police officer for the next 28 days,
all right?

So if you can possibly remove your head
from your rear end for a minute,

- the question you might ask...
- .Is why did DS Leach drive across London

in the middle of the night
to tell Webberley about this murder?

If you don't open this door,
I'll get somebody to break it down.

Richard, we do have the trustees to answer to.

- Damn the trustees!
- Excuse me.

That's my son in there.
He could have done something to himself.

Excuse me. Richard.

Yes, Raphael, you try.

Gideon. Gideon, it's me.
I've brought you a brandy.

What's he doing in there?

Gids!

Come on, you can't stay in there all night

Oh, thank God.

Well, go on, give it to him. Don't just stand there.

- And get these people out of here.
- Yes, of course.

Can we clear the corridor, please?
Everybody move back.

What the hell are you playing at?

Sir.

Sorry, sir. The road's been closed off.
You'll have to go round.

I'm sorry, sir.

- Ooh, nasty.
- Doctor Shaw had to check for the gender.

- I'm not surprised.
- Excuse me.

We think this is her handbag.

It was under a car,
presumably thrown by the impact.

Thank you.

What have we got?

Purse, mobile phone, car keys.

- Is this er...
- A rosary. Catholic.

DS Brian Leach. DS Barbara Havers.

DC Havers.

Sorry.

Looking for a Rover.
She'd have parked somewhere nearby.

Here you are. Check the mobile.
See who she was in touch with.

- Sir.
- What would you like me to do, sir?

You can see to the removal of the body.

I'm a Detective Sergeant,
she's a Detective Constable,

and I get to watch the ambulance crew
while she chases up the phones and the cars?

- Have you got a problem with that?
- Not at all, sir.

- After all, you are the senior officer.
- That's right, I am. So get on with it.

Both of you.

- Are you all right?
- Yes, sorry, sir.

-I
- Its all right. It happens to all of us.

Do you know who reported the body?

The owner of that house there.

Called us at 9:47
to say he found her when he arrived home.

That's him watching through the window now.

James Pitchley.

Got very anti when he couldn't
get straight into his house.

- Why couldn't he?
- He didn't have any ID, sir.

He had to wait till someone was free
to escort him in and check who he was.

- No wallet?
- No, sir.

He was very cagey about where he'd been.

Was he indeed?

All right. Get on to the General Registry.
See if there are any files on Eugenie Martin.

And any witnesses?

Mr and Mrs Maclean next door
heard a loud bang just after 9:30.

But they didn't look out,
as they were watching telly.

Naturally.

Sir!

Well, she was looking for this road.
"James Pitchley, 2 Bishop Gardens, 9:30."

- Pitchley.
- You know him?

No, Mason just said he was the one
who reported finding the body.

She didn't say that he knew who it was.

Maybe he didn't recognise her.

Maybe not. So she had a meeting with him,
which presumably she didn't keep,

17 minutes before he reported finding the body.

Well, as you would say, sir,
he might have noticed a slight coincidence.

I might indeed, Havers.

Let's go and look at Pitchley's car.

Not a scratch. This wasn't used to kill her.

I suppose it was too much to hope for.

- Get it checked, anyway.
- OK.

We know she hadn't been here before
because of the map and directions in her car.

But she was visiting by appointment
late at night

- On the game?
- It fits.

No, she wasn't carrying any condoms.
Not in her bag, anyway.

The lights are still on.
Why don't we have a word with our Mr Pitchley?

Before we go, sir...

- Come on, Havers, we haven't got all night.
- Well, what DS Leach said. About rank.

Shouldn't he be going with you?

As long as I'm in charge of this inquiry,
I decide who does what.

And since this is going to be your last,
I'd better make the most of you, hadn't I?

- Mr Pitchley?
- Yes. Look, it is rather late.

I'm DI Lynley, this is DC Havers.

Mind if we come in? Won't take long.

Why not?

I've got a very long day tomorrow,
so if you can be brief.

- How many cars do you own?
- Only one. Why?

Does the name Martin mean anything to you?

The er... personal trainer at my gym
is called Martin.

- Mrs Eugenie Martin.
- Eugenie?

- That's right. Do you know her?
- No.

Sure?

- It's an unusual name, I'd have remembered.
- You sure?

- I've told you, haven't I?
- Yes.

So I'm wondering why she had an appointment
with you at 9:30.

How can you say that?

She had your address
written on a piece of paper in her car.

Ooh, with directions and how to get here.

But... I've told you that I don't know her.

- You called the police at 9:47.
- As soon as I found her.

You knew it was a woman, then?

I can tell the difference.

The body was... was badly damaged.

How did you know it was a woman?

Are you suggesting I interfered with the body?

- Where were you tonight?
- Having dinner with a friend.

Who paid?

- What the hell's that got to do with anything?
- All I asked was, "Who paid?"

- If it's of the slightest relevance, I did.
- How?

Why should you possibly need to know that?

You can either tell us here
or down at the station, Mr Pitchley.

- How did you pay the bill?
- Cash.

- You didn't use a credit card?
- I wasn't carrying any credit cards.

This friend you had the meal with.

Name?

Just a business acquaintance.
I've got it somewhere.

Look, this has been a ghastly experience.
It's completely upset me.

It isn't every evening you find a...
Something like that outside your front door.

This is a murder inquiry.

It's in your own interest
to give us your friend's name.

Look here, through my charity donations,

I happen to know some very senior people
in the police...

So the answer is you won't give us the name.

I'll tell you what the answer is.

Hot Tigress?

That's private. Come away from there now.

Oh, she erm... I assume it is a she?

She sent you an email titled,
"Thanks for a lovely evening".

Right, that's it.
I've nothing more to say to you whatsoever.

Now, I'm going to bed.

You - you are getting out of here
right this minute.

Mr Pitchley,

we are satisfied that your car
was not the car used to kill the woman

- we believe to be Eugenie Martin.
- No, of course it wasn't.

But we're not satisfied
with everything that you've told us.

So I ask you again.
Did you know Eugenie Martin?

No, I didn't know her.

But you had an appointment with a woman -
you may not have known her by her real name -

- to visit you at 9:30 last night.
- No, I did not.

So you have no idea why Eugenie Martin
was on her way to visit you when she died?

She couldn't have been on her way
to visit me because I didn't know her.

I found her dead, that's all.

I wish to God I'd just gone in and ignored it.

- Turning to your emails...
- What's that got to do with anything?

Superstud. That's you, is it?

It depends what you mean.

Are you sometimes known as Superstud?

In the internet chatrooms,
not in real life, obviously.

Yes, I am.

And in these chatrooms you meet women.

- Women of a certain age, perhaps.
- It's not a crime.

Eugenie Martin's age.
Have you ever met Eugenie Martin there?

No.

So you cultivate these women on the net
and then you meet them for real,

then you have dinner with them,
then you take them to the hotel.

The Bentley Hotel, Earl's Court.

- So what?
- So what about the one you met tonight?

- Hot Tigress?
- Was she Eugenie Martin?

No.

Have you ever been there before
with Eugenie Martin?

- How many more times? I didn't know her.
- What is Hot Tigress' real name?

- I don't know.
- You don't know?

No, I don't know their real names.

Well, how do you know
she wasn't Eugenie Martin?

- Er..
- Eugenie was one of your cyber conquests.

- You met her last night.
- No.

Took her to the usual restaurant
and then on to the Bentley Hotel.

It wasn't her.

If you don't know Eugenie Martin,
how do you know that Hot Tigress wasn't her?

Their hair.

The body had blonde hair.
The one I met was dark.

That's why I don't take my credit cards.
I pay cash for dinner and the hotel

I don't know who they are.

And I never want them to know who I am.

That's the point.

He's keen.

Certainly is.

Ah, that's enough for tonight.

Tomorrow, first thing,
we check out Pitchley's alibi at the hotel.

- I think they will confirm his story.
- Yes, so do.

He spent the evening at the Bentley,
but not with Eugenie Martin.

But he's not telling us everything.

I think he does know her.

Let's keep the pressure on him.
Maybe he'll tell us what he's hiding.

One day down, 27 to go.

Yeah, that's right.

Well, good night, sir.

Good night.

Hi.

Hi.

I got caught up working. Sorry to be so late.

Yeah, I wondered where you'd been.

Been working late yourself?

Yeah.

Nothing much.

Well... glad you've set your mind at rest.

So what were you working...

...working on?

- Yes?
- Mr Martin, we're police officers.

First floor.

Monty. Monty, quiet.

Quiet

- I'm DI Lynley.
- Yes, yes, please come in.

They have a car coming for me soon,
so you'll have to make this quick.

We are investigating your wife's murder.

My ex-wife.

As I explained to them earlier, she and I
have been divorced for nearly 20 years.

We haven't seen her since she left
and we didn't expect to do so again.

Well, I do have one or two routine questions,
Mr Martin.

Yes, when did I last see her?
She left the house on July 11th, 1984.

And you had no contact since?

Solicitors' letters later that year.
Divorce formalities. Nothing else.

You said "we" haven't seen her.

Yes, well, your hearing's accurate.
I was referring, of course, to my son.

He hasn't heard from his mother
since the day she deserted him either.

Since you're there, would you mind
looking out for a taxi trying to pull up?

One further matter of routine, sir.

Yes, where was I when all this happened?

Well, I was at the Wigmore Hall,
trying to stop my son from destroying his career.

Is this him?

Yes. Gideon Martin.

Yeah, the violinist.

Yes.

Well, I hope I don't have to say ex-violinist.

I'm also his business manager.

- He was on stage and then couldn't play.
- Yes, that's correct.

His career came to a standstill

at the end of the introduction to
Dvorak's Songs My Mother Taught Me.

And If that taxi ever arrives,

I'm on my way
to continue damage limitation with the press.

- What went wrong?
- There's nothing wrong with him.

Except he can't play any more.

- Is it nerves?
- There's nothing wrong with him.

You're less than observant.
My taxi's there. Excuse me.

Oh, you bloody idiot. Get back in the car,
you can't park down there.

- Well I presume that would be all.
- Thank you for your help, sir.

- We'll keep you posted.
- Don't bother.

My ex-wife deserted her extraordinary son
when he was eight years old.

Not to mention deserting me.

I couldn't care less what happened to her.

I didn't know you liked classical music.

Working-class people can, you know, sir.

That's cheap, Havers.

Yeah, all right. Sorry, it was.

Actually, I saw it in the paper that he bottled.

Which means he was only on stage
for half of the programme

on the night that his mother was killed.

The mother who deserted him as a child.

So where was he the rest of the evening?

- Yes?
- We're police officers.

Yes, of course. Richard called. I'm Gideon's PA.

Won't you come in? I've made some tea.

I'm afraid he'll be two more minutes.
He does his yoga exercises until then.

Everything in this house is done in perfect time.

Even his father can't visit until three o'clock.

- This is lovely.
- Thank you.

I make them.

I used to be a violinist myself
until I was engaged to teach Gideon.

First day I heard him I knew my career was over.

- What, you don't play any more?
- No.

I accompany Gideon on the piano
for his practice. That's all. It's a privilege.

I was a good musician. Gideon is a great one.

But he suffers for it, of course - as they all do.

- Yeah, I read about the Wigmore Hall.
- Didn't everyone?

Ah, this is Detective Inspector Lynley,
Detective Constable Havers.

None of us realised
how exhausted he really was.

But it's all back to normal now.
We're off to America next week,

and then Japan.

Though I always dread Japan. All that raw fish.

We've spoken to your father.

Sugar?

I take it that means you know I can't play.

But it won't stop my father turning up,
trying to force me.

Is that really the subject
for a police investigation?

That's enough, Raphael.

Raphael is protecting me.

He always does.

Of course.

We're sorry about your mother's death.

Tell me. What happened last night
at Wigmore Hall?

I'd give anything to be able to tell you.

I went on, played several pieces.

Applause.

The introduction was played to Dvorak.

Then... blank.

You left the stage?

That's right. I ran back to my dressing room
and locked myself in.

I was in sheer panic.

- Why?
- I've no idea.

- Was it a very difficult piece?
- Songs My Mother Taught Me?

Of course not.

I've played all the show pieces in the repertoire.
They're technically more difficult.

So... what happened?

I don't know.

I was fine until the introduction began.

And then?

That was when I... I smelt it.

What?

Burning. I could smell burning,
and I had to get away.

Apparently, I was in the dressing room for ages.
I just remember my father outside, shouting.

Eventually, I let them in, Raphael gave me
a brandy, then I suppose we came home.

Oh, no, we didn't. We were there longer
than the concert would have lasted, in the end.

And since then... more blank.

As far as the music goes, I...

I can't play, I just...

I just can't.

- Yes, I'm DI Lynley.
- Oh, yes, of course.

- This way.
- Thank you.

Tell me, did you smell any burning last night?

Burning? Certainly not. Although we are,
of course, completely fire regulated.

Yes, er...

So just to be clear, Gideon left the stage
through there and came down these stairs.

- He ran straight past me.
- You were here?

Of course I was here. I'm the manager.

It was a terrible moment.

Gideon's been one of our most popular
performers for years.

- Sir?
- Down here.

- Thank you. DC Havers.
- Hi.

- Sorry, you were saying.
- Yes, he locked himself in.

There was pandemonium -

Richard shouting at him,
then the press people got round.

- How long was he locked in here for?
- Ooh, over an hour.

- Did he talk to anyone through the door?
- He wouldn't, not a word.

We became extremely concerned for his safety.

So he was in here without making a sound
for all that time?

- That's right.
- Could you open the door, please?

Yes, of course.

Thank you.

Something's bothering me.

You mean apart from we've just lost
our obvious suspect?

Actually, something about Webberley.

When Leach came round and told him
Eugenie Martin had just been killed,

I don't know. Something he said.

Can't put my finger on it.

You've gone blank, sir.

Hello.

Chris! Yeah...

OK, the car paint on Eugenie Martin's
clothing isn't made any more.

It's come from a car
that's made by Humber in the 1950s.

Yeah. Thanks, Chris.

OK, bye.

- Divorced.
- What?

Eugenie Martin of Strand on the Green,
divorced.

That's what Webberley told me at his home.

But the only identification on the body
was a driving licence.

- And a driver's licence...
- ..does not record your marital status.

So how did Webberley know she was divorced?

- So Eugenie Martin lived here on her own?
- Yeah. In the basement.

- She took her religion seriously.
- Certainly did.

It's unusual for a devout Catholic
of her generation to get divorced.

No computer for talking to Pitchley.

She could have had access somewhere else.

So, she was proud of her famous son.

She never saw him, though.

He lives in Ealing,
it's hardly a million miles away.

You know family, sir.
He might as well have been.

Sir!

- Found a diary.
- Show me.

- Seems to have lived a life of blameless virtue.
- God, how awful.

Regular appointments,
voluntary cleaning at the church.

- What's this?
- Lunch. Three Bells.

At least that's not a church.

And last month.

And the one before.

And again.

- First Saturday of every month.
- Maybe she treated herself.

Maybe she was meeting someone.

It's quite oppressive in here, isn't it?

Obviously believed
in living the life of a spirit, Havers.

Yeah, "May you find peace,"
it said on one of these books. Look.

Convent of the Blessed Martyrs, 1984.

What's this? Look, there you go.

- A daughter?
- No-one mentioned one.

Not her ex-husband, nor her son.

Obviously important enough
to be next to the bed.

You looking for something?

We're police officers.

Do you have any ID? Hm?

You can't be too careful.

Yes. I'm Detective Inspector Lynley.

- Mm-hm.
- This is DC Havers.

Mm-hm.

- Nice garden.
- I keep it up for her.

Wiley. Major Wiley. I live upstairs.

Has something happened?

I'm afraid Mrs Martin was killed last night.

By a hit-and-run driver.

I... I'm very sorry to hear that.

Very.

Where did this happen?

North London.

- What was she doing there?
- Tell me, did her daughter ever come to visit?

Didn't know she had one.

There was a son, of course. He's a violinist.

But she never mentioned having a daughter.

Do you happen to know who she met for lunch
on the first Saturday of every month?

Not a clue.

Well, maybe it was her.

Maybe.

What were your whereabouts
yesterday evening?

British Legion.

Every Saturday. Never miss.

Thank you for telling me about Eugenie.

I... I thought something had happened to her,
but the other one wouldn't say.

- The other one?
- Copper. Here this morning.

Uniform?

No, no. One of your lot.

I heard him about and leaving, just after 6.

Come out and challenged him.

- Did you see his ID, sir?
- I damn well demanded it.

He weren't very keen
but it looked genuine enough.

What would you do, hm?

Strange man coming out of
a respectable woman's flat with a package.

- A package?
- A big padded envelope.

Do you remember his name, sir?

Certainly.

Name of Leach.

- What the hell do you think you're playing at?
- I'm not with you, sir.

You can say that again.

Let me remind you
that I am in charge of this inquiry.

Oh, I haven't forgotten that, sir.

- What were you doing at the victim's house?
- Normal procedure following a death.

- I taught you that myself.
- You'd have logged it, then.

No, it was just a routine search.

- So you'll have logged the package, then?
- What package?

Listen, you don't need me to remind you...

I don't need you to tell me anything.

Suppressing evidence isn't just disciplinary,
Brian, it's criminal.

Now, what is it and where is it?

There's no package.

All right, it's out of my hands.

What's the one thing any police officer can
expect from his colleagues come what may?

Loyalty.

Something else I tried to teach you,
but something you could never learn.

You're obstructing a murder inquiry.

The package or I go to Webberley.

Oh, I wouldn't do that. Not unless
you want to be joining her on the way out.

Now, listen.

I'll do everything I can to help this inquiry,
but anything else...

anything that has no relevance,
you stay right away.

And I think you'll find
that doesn't just come from me.

- Listen, you...
- Shut up, Havers!

- This isn't the end.
- Yes, it is.

I can't believe you let him do that.

- I'm taking you off this inquiry.
- Why?

- You've already resigned.
- No, sir, I am still in the job.

Listen to me, Havers.
People don't make threats like that for fun.

I don't know what's going on here,
but it's not just about a murder.

- You are gonna need your reference.
- No, that is my problem.

I stay, if that's all right.

Sir. There seems to be a problem
at General Registry.

There are files on Eugenie Martin,
but they seem to have got lost.

What do you mean, lost?

Someone took them and didn't return them.
They can't find a record of who it was.

Well, well.

- Get them to search again.
- Yes sir.

And, sir?

The victim's mobile phone records
will be here tomorrow.

Thank you, Mason.

I stay.

Till this is over, yeah?

Al right.

Let's go and find that daughter.

Is this meant to be some kind of joke?

We only want to talk to her, sir.
Why should that be a joke?

You mean you...

My daughter Sophie died when she was three.

She was murdered.

- Terribly sorry, sir.
- So you should be.

You most certainly should be.

I'm sorry, sir.
We should have known that.

It doesn't help, does it?

They must have split up
not long after the daughter died.

Find the files on Sophie Martin's murder.

I'll follow your lead,
go to the Convent of the Blessed Martyrs.

Yes, sir. There is still the question
of who Eugenie met every month.

I know that, Sergeant.

Constable, sir.

Poor Eugenie. God chose to try her very hard.

When was the last time you saw her?

Oh, not for many years.

She came here a lot after the murder.

And even after she left the area, for a while.

We're trying to trace someone

who seems to have had lunch with her
at the beginning of each month.

Have you any idea who that might be?

I didn't know any of her friends.

I remember little Sophie.

She was blessed here.

Oh, the poor little thing had Down's syndrome.

Which makes it even more terrible,
if that were possible.

It was the au pair who killed her.

A German girl.

She drowned her in the bath.

Thank you. Yep, bye.

OK, the Three Bells doesn't take bookings,

so there's no record of Eugenie
or who she had lunch with.

And Saturdays is always very crowded.

And Major Wiley is at the Chiswick British
Legion every Saturday night, without fail.

So, the Martin files turned up, I see.

Yeah, I've just been going through them.
And Sophie had...

Down's syndrome. Yes, I was told.

Drowned by the au pair.

Yeah, Katja Wolff,
who was released three weeks ago.

That's something I didn't know.

So Katja Wolff is released and the child's mother
gets murdered three weeks later.

- Good work, Havers.
- Thank you, sir.

Erm... something else we didn't know.

- A cup of tea, Havers?
- Yes, sir.

- There you go.
- Thanks, mate.

So the inquiry into Sophie Martin's murder
was led by Webberley - then DCI. And Leach.

- Then, as now, a sergeant.
- Which neither of them thought to mention.

- Webberley must know Katja Wolff is out.
- He never mentioned her either.

Not even when Leach rushed around to
tell him about Eugenie's murder.

- And then I was put on the case.
- Yeah, with me.

Which I don't think is an accident.

Meaning?

- Are we off the record here, sir?
- Damn nearly off the force. Just say it.

I don't think that Webberley wants us to solve
Eugenie Martin's murder at all.

I think he wants the "right" result.

Are you sa...

Are you saying we were put on this case
because we won't rock the boat

if we find out something that Webberley
and Leach want covered up?

- Well, why else?
- Oh!

It's not as if I am Policewoman of the Year, is it?

Now, we bring in the right result
and I get my stripes back.

They can keep the bloody rank.
I don't want it back like that.

- What do you think is the "right" result?
- I don't know.

But Webberley wants a cover-up.

And he's relying on your loyalty to him to get it.

That's the bit I think you've got wrong.
I think he's relying on my loyalty to you.

To me?

Why the hell do you think I resigned?

You got me demoted.

- You betrayed me.
- Oh, just use your head, Havers.

- No, you lost me my rank.
- Shut up and listen!

You were not meant to know this.

Webberley wanted to have you sacked.

I had to persuade him to let you stay.

Which is why I was not going to let you
throw it all away.

Lynley.

Right away, sir.

Tommy! Havers.

Come in, sit down.

Er..

Progress so far.

- We were on our way to visit Katja Wolff, sir.
- Were you? Were you indeed?

Didn't realise you and Brian were on the inquiry
into the Sophie Martin murder.

Well... now you do.

Yes.

Now we do.

I didn't tell you because
I didn't want to prejudice your own inquiry.

But now you do know,

Katja Wolff, in my book,
is number one in the frame.

She should never have been released.

If she can murder a handicapped child,
what can't you do?

That bitch was evil through and through.

Sir.

Can I talk to you alone, please?

Al right.

- Sergeant Leach removed...
- Brian Leach is one of the finest detectives

I have ever served with.

He removed evidence
from the victim's home, sir.

He denies that.

Yes, sir. He does.

Brian was the first officer
on the scene that night.

He found the kid's body.

That inquiry changed all of us for ever.

If we hadn't put that woman away,
she'd have been another Hindley.

We all knew that.

It was Eugenie's testimony, as the mother,
that really swung the jury.

Wolff has done 20 years inside.

Don't tell me she hasn't spent all of that time

planning to pay back the woman
who put her there.

You go and get her for me, Tommy.

Would that be the right result, sir?

Just get her.

Well, did he tell you what was in the package?

What package?

Leach was the first officer on the scene
the night Sophie was murdered.

- Who else was in the house that night?
- Em...

Richard and Eugenie - Gideon's parents.

Gideon and Raphael,
who was then Gideon's violin teacher.

- And a lodger called Jimmy Pike.
- Find out where he is now.

- Right.
- What about the Pitchley alibi?

He checks out, but...

he left the Bentley Hotel at 8:30pm.

There was an accident on the Marylebone
Road, which delayed northbound traffic.

That makes an hour's journey at least.

He still could have killed her when he got back.

- It's possible.
- Sir?

- Yes.
- I got them, sir.

Eugenie Martin's mobile phone records.

I cross-referenced them for you, sir.

She made nine calls in the last month.

All very short... to Gideon Martin.

Did she really?

- Mason, you'll go far.
- Thank you, sir.

- Well, they were in touch.
- I wonder what she wanted.

I haven't seen my mother since I was eight.

What about her phone calls?

Your mother made a number of calls -
very short ones -

to you, in the last few weeks of her life.

Did you tell your father?

No.

- Why not?
- Because we don't talk about her.

I don't know how she got my number.
The press, maybe.

I couldn't speak to her.
I didn't want to speak to her.

- What did she want?
- To see me.

After all these years
my mother wanted to see me.

She said that?

She said, "There must be forgiveness,"
each time.

"There must be forgiveness."

Well, I don't forgive her.

She left us.
My father and Raphael brought me up.

I didn't want to speak to her.

And do you regret that?

Now that it's too late?

Do you know, I don't believe I do.

I realised when I was much older
that my parents' marriage

couldn't cope with the death
of my little sister, but...

that doesn't excuse her deserting me.

Forgiveness. Why should there be forgiveness?

- Thank you.
- Do you know any of your mother's friends?

I don't know where she lived,
what she did - nothing!

Have you had contact from Katja Wolff?

Had a letter.

He means the standard one
from the Home Office.

They send it out to victims' families,
to say she's being released.

I don't suppose I'd even recognise her now.

What about Jimmy Pike?

There's a name from the past.

- What happened to him?
- Scouse Jimmy.

- Scouse?
- And then some.

When he first moved in,
we virtually needed an interpreter.

I think I improved him.

- Really?
- In what way?

Well, Jimmy was ambitious.

I taught him how to hold a knife and fork
and say "lavatory" rather than "toilet".

That sort of thing.

I think he emigrated.

I can't remember anything about that night.

I can't remember my mother or my sister.

The strange thing is
I can only remember Katja being nice.

Katja Wolff?

Cops.

I'm DI Lynley, this is DC Havers.

I'm on the licence from a life sentence.
I'm going to run away, aren't I?

It's closing time.

- Just a routine check, Katja.
- Yeah, sure.

That's why they sent a Detective Inspector.

- Were you working here on Tuesday?
- Like every day.

We come to this dump at eight
and go home at six.

It's what they call freedom.

And the evening?

At home.

Home is with her.

We did not go out.

- How long have you known each other?
- Eight years.

She is the only person I know whose life
has been more destroyed than my own.

But I stopped protesting my innocence
long time ago.

What do you want?

Katja, how do you get about?

You know, from home to here. Here to home.

I walk.

The air in Peckham is like wine.

And does your friend have a car?

No.

You think I've been nicking cars?

I can't drive.

Sophie's mother Eugenie Martin was murdered.

Someone ran her down, backed over her,
and then did it again just to make certain.

Marcie.

Tell them where I was on Tuesday night.

Can't you people leave her alone?

- She's done her time.
- Just tell them!

Home.

With me.

Do you know anyone else
who can confirm that?

No, of course not. We're lying.

- We did it together.
- Did what?

Tell them who else was at the house.

My son. All night.

Thank you for your trouble.

We won't detain you further.

Well?

I didn't like her much,
but I found her convincing.

Convincing of what, exactly?

She had motive, she had opportunity.
How do we know she can't drive?

It's only a gut feeling,
but I don't think she killed Eugenie.

All right. Who else do we have?

Gideon - he also has a motive.
Hated his mother.

She's starting to contact him again.

- All that carrying on at the Wigmore Hall.
- If he could have got out of the dressing room.

Which he couldn't.

Raphael?

Richard?

Maybe they killed Eugenie
to stop her contacting her son.

All due respect to your gut feeling, Havers,
Katja Wolff is the lead suspect.

Only problem is,
I don't believe she did it either.

Oh.

Hello?

Er... yes, all right.

Give me a chance to get home first.

Yeah, 8:30.

- 'I be there, sir.
- Oi

Oi.

- Hello!
- Oh, hello, darling.

- Sorry. Just the person I want to see.
- Oh, that's nice to know.

Mm.

Tell me, why would a professional violinist
who's been performing all his life

suddenly go blank
and run off stage in the middle of a concert?

- I read about that. Gideon Martin?
- Yeah.

- Why are you asking?
- He's involved in the case I'm working on.

Stage fright can happen
after years of experience,

but I'd ask what he's running away from.

Sounds like negative association.

Negative association. Do you mean he might not
be running away from playing the piece itself?

Exactly. He could be running away from some
other experience that the concert represents.

- Like?
- Anything traumatic.

The place, a colour, a sound.

Maybe I'm just over-analysing.
Maybe he hadn't practised enough.

- I hardly think that's likely.
- I've erm... got a bit of news.

Oh, yes.

I'm pregnant.

My goodness!

- You sure?
- Well, I waited till I was certain.

It's traditional to be pleased.

Sorry, it's just a shock. Of course I'm pleased.

Darling. I'm delighted.

- Really?
- Course I am.

Mother will be thrilled.

Well, as it's going to be my last for ages,
I thought we'd have a drink to celebrate.

Good idea.

- I'm sorry. I've got to go out.
- Tonight?

Oh, of all nights!

- You're off-duty.
- I know.

I absolutely have to.
I'll only be gone a couple of hours - maximum.

We can have it when I get back.

- Why not?
- OK, I'd better go.

Sooner out, sooner back.

Thank you.

- Thanks for coming, Tommy. I assume...
- No-one knows I'm here.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

How was Katja Wolff?

Alibi-ed, sir.

All right, only by the woman she lives with,
but er...

- She also said she can't drive.
- She could have been lying.

She could have learnt in Germany.

- I don't think she did it.
- Of course she did it!

Well. maybe.

The only one we haven't found so far
is the lodger, Jimmy Pike.

Driving licence, usual stuff hasn't turned him up.
Raphael thinks he may have emigrated.

So what? I told you to get Eugenie's killer,

not re-open an inquiry that resulted
in a conviction a quarter of a century ago.

I'm not satisfied.

This...

This all seems to matter rather a lot to you.

Doesn't it sir?

- Meaning?
- Meaning there's something I'm not being told.

And you and Brian want to make certain
I don't find out what that is.

- I could have you back on the beat for that.
- What was in the package, sir?

Listen to me, Tommy.

And after this,
neither of us is ever going to refer to it again.

There was nothing in any package
relevant to your inquiries.

You will just have to trust me.

And outside of this pub
there is no package, full stop.

That bitch killed Eugenie.

Get her. And leave the past where it belongs.

What's happening?

Yeah, ambulance.

Touch and go.

I've got something
that might make you feel a little better.

Recognise him?

- James Pitchley - younger.
- Yeah.

20 years younger.

Only, in those days
he was known as Jimmy Pike.

- Jimmy Pike.
- Yeah, the missing lodger.

Well?

I have to ask, Brian. Where were you last night?

I ought to take your aristocratic face off for that.

That's not an answer.

Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, Tommy,

but apart from the fact that I would walk
through fire for that man, I've got 76 witnesses.

Lodge meeting.

What was in the package?

I don't know.

You don't know. I am sick of this.
I am so sick of this!

Shall I tell you what I don't know?

I don't know why you and Webberley
had forgotten Sophie Martin's murder

when she was one of the biggest inquiries
of your career.

Or why you tour halfway across London
to interrupt his wedding anniversary

to tell him personally that her mother Eugenie
had just been murdered.

Most of all, I don't know why you went through
the victim's house and removed evidence.

But I'll tell you something I do know, shall I?

These murders are connected,

and whatever else I uncover,
I'm going to find out why.

Come on, Havers.

Anything?

Nothing definite.

Katja Wolff's initial statement said er...

she left Sophie in the bath momentarily,

because she smelt burning,
and on her return the child had drowned.

What about you?

Eugenie's phone calls to Gideon.

How did she get the number?

He's hardly in the book, is he?

When was the first call?

Last month. Saturday 4th, 4:03pm.

That's the first Saturday. She had her monthly
lunch meetings on the first Saturday.

So she arrives home with a number, which she
got from whoever she has lunch with. Richard?

- I doubt t.
- Raphael?

That shrine she kept to Gideon in her flat -

though she left him,
she still could have kept up with him.

- Through Raphael.
- Yeah.

And she persuades him
to give her Gideon's number,

so she can ask him for forgiveness.

Where the hell have you been all night?

- Oh, Helen, I'm sorry.
- And you didn't think to call?

- Well...
- Oh, forget it.

Well, you did.

No, no, I'm sorry, darling. I am so sorry.

I am.

Who else smelt burning?

- What?
- Katja Wolff's statement.

She said she smelt burning.

That's why she left Sophie in the bath.
But who else said they smelt burning?

Gideon Martin, when talking about
his blankness at the Wigmore Hall.

That's right, but no-one else did.

And the manager said there was no fire.

Do you think Gideon imagined it?

Sir?

Sir?

Helen's pregnant.

Helen's pregnant and you leave in 25 days.

Er... 24.

- 24. Even better.
- That is wonderful.

Isn't it?

Yes, it is. Of course it is.

Ah... Excuse me.

Excuse me, do you mind waiting?

What the hell do you think you're doing?

James Pitchley.

Otherwise known as Jimmy Pike.
You changed your name.

It's not a crime.

Obstructing the police is.

You told us you didn't know Eugenie Martin.

Now tell us the truth
or I'll have no choice but to arrest you.

I didn't see her that night...

.until I found her dead.

But yes, yes, I knew Eugenie.

I was their lodger up to when Sophie was
murdered and I changed my name,

so I lied to you.

Why?
Why

Well, look at me. Look at this.

I'm a multimillionaire, self-made.

Property.

I grew up in one room
in what the media now calls Toxteth.

There were no jobs in Liverpool then, no future.

So I came to London with ten quid in my pocket

where I saw that estate agents
made a lot of money.

All I needed was a smart suit
and a smart accent.

I saved up for the suit.

Why was Eugenie visiting you that night?

I hadn't seen or heard from her for 20 years,
then out of the blue she phoned me here.

She wanted to talk about
when her daughter was murdered.

What about it?

She was still terribly damaged by it,
as she would be.

She'd got very religious.
She kept saying that there had to be forgiving.

Something like that.

And I felt very sorry for her.

And why ask her round at 9:30 in the evening?

I didn't want to miss my earlier appointment.

What were the Martins like together?

If their children had been normal,
they'd have probably been happy.

As it was, one super-talented, one disabled.

They just didn't know what had hit them.

They were working at two,
three jobs each to pay for it all.

And when they weren't working,
they just quarrelled.

- Violently?
- No.

No, they were just tired out.

I'd no idea why Katja did it.
She seemed to love Sophie.

Did you fancy Katja Wolff?

Yes, I did, but I was skint.

Richard, though...

- What about him?
- Richard was more her type.

If you see what I mean.

- Do you mean they were having an affair?
- She didn't say anything to me.

Neither did he, of course, but...

Oh, yes. Yes, I think they were.

- I'm afraid he's doing his...
- Yoga? Yes, I know.

It's all right, we're here to see you.

- So how's the food at the Three Bells?
- We know about your lunches with Eugenie

on the first Saturday of every month.

Please don't tell him.
She was always kind to me.

Well, it did no harm.

- What's the matter with you?
- I'll tell you what the matter is.

When I find people have lied in a murder inquiry,
I become suspicious.

- What did you talk about the last time you met?
- What we always talked about.

She wanted to know all about him,
what he'd been doing.

His success, his friends.

I mean, she was still his mother.

Did she say
that she'd been in contact with Gideon?

Yes.

But she knew he wouldn't speak to her.

Are you sure about that?

It would give you a very good motive
for killing her.

To protect your beloved prodigy
from the mother who walked out 20 years ago.

Gideon understands why she left.

Eugenie never recovered from Sophie's death.

Do you own a vintage car?

A vintage car?

What on earth do you imagine they pay me?

It's not my style, I'm afraid, more Richard.
He used to have one.

An old black thing. Don't know if he's still got it.

Havers.

Why didn't you tell me that Richard
and Katja were having an affair?

I thought everyone knew that.

Sir.

Um... Webberley died this morning.

Are you still going to conceal the truth
about Sophie Martin's murder?

- Nothing has been concealed.
- Don't you think we're a bit beyond that now?

We're supposed to be looking for the person
that wants them both dead.

Does your loyalty to Webberley
extend to protecting his killer?

The package, Brian.
I've got to see the package.

I can't, Tommy. I can't. Not now.

Brian Eric Leach, I am arresting you
on suspicion of concealing evidence.

For heaven's sake.

Come on.

Webberley's love letters.

He had an affair with Eugenie.

Totally against regulations, of course.

It would have ended his career
if they'd been discovered.

She'd been trying to see him.

It started just after Katja Wolff's release.

He refused to talk to her.

He thought she was trying to
start things up again.

Because she kept saying
there had to be forgiveness.

How the hell did you know that?

But she didn't want to start up again, did she?

She was trying to ask him something.

Or tell him something else.

Something about forgiveness.

What was it that had to be forgiven, Brian?

I don't know.

God help me, I don't!

I believe you.

But I also believe that keeping their affair secret
led to both their deaths.

Don't be ridiculous.

All I know is he's not even in his grave yet
and you're ruining his reputation.

The finest officer I ever worked with.

- What are you doing?
- You don't have to be a part of this.

You are damn right. I don't need
a criminal prosecution for concealing evidence.

Don't you think I'm in enough trouble already?

I'm sorry. I agree with Brian.

I don't see that their affair is relevant.

We said that we would follow this
wherever it led.

You've only got 24 days left.

Since you're leaving, it would be unfair of me
to involve you in concealing evidence.

- So you weren't here.
- I was here.

I am here.

All I'm trying to say is,
if you're leaving - if you're really leaving -

I'm going to miss you.

Look, if Eugenie and Webberley's affair
becomes relevant to our inquiry,

you produce the letters.

Agreed?

So, around the time that Katja Wolff
was released,

Eugenie made contact with the other people in
the house the night her daughter was murdered,

telling them there had to be forgiveness.

What was it that had to be forgiven?

Richard and Katja's affair...

Why would she and Webberley
have to forgive that?

If they were both having affairs,
she and Webberley, Richard and the au pair,

maybe she felt she betrayed her marriage.

Excuse me.

Havers.

Thank you.

DVLA.

Richard Martin is still the registered owner
of a 1959, black Humber Hawk.

Is he, indeed?

I don't think now's a very good time.

We'll just have to take that in our stride.
Excuse me.

I can't forget it. I'll hear it.

Let go of him.

How dare you come bursting in here!

- I said let go of him.
- What do you want now?

More information
you should have found out long ago?

Take Gideon outside.

Get some fresh air.
I want a word with your father.

I'd do anything to make it right, Gideon,
you know that.

You've destroyed me.

I saw to it that no-one got the chance
to destroy you.

What do you want with me now?

Detective Superintendent Webberley,

the man who brought the murderer of your child
to justice,

has been killed
in exactly the same way as your ex-wife.

Almost certainly with the same car.

Oh, my God.

Mr Martin, did you have an affair
with Katja Wolff?

I...

For God's sake, that was years ago.

- Did your wife know?
- What's that got to do with anything now?

Look, Katja was young, she was pretty.

Eugenie was tired all the time.

I had two jobs, she had three. We had to pay for
all the care for Sophie, all the tuition for Gideon.

Katja killed my daughter.

Whatever you may think,
both of my children were equally precious to me.

On the night that Katja killed your daughter,
did you smell burning?

- What do you mean?
- Burning.

Burning?

No, not that I can recall.
What's that got to do with anything?

How did you know something was happening?

- Did you hear a struggle, shouting?
- I didn't hear anything.

- Why not?
- There was music playing.

There was always music playing in our house.

Thank you, Mr Martin.

That's all.

Er, one more thing. Our records show
that you own a 1950s Humber Hawk car.

- That old thing?
- You do?

- I got rid of it years ago.
- What colour was it?

- It was black.
- Who did you sell it to?

I've no idea.

After Sophie was killed, and Eugenie went off,
Gideon and I went to America so he could study.

Everything in the house was sold off.
I wanted a clean break with the past.

So you have no record at all
about where that car might be now.

Of course I don't.

Why are you asking me this?

Is this the best you can come up with?

- Darling, are you all right?
- Mm. I think so.

I thought I was going to be sick.

Oh, poor thing.

I don't know. It's quite exciting, really.

It proves it's happening.

I wonder if you'll still be saying that
in six months.

I hope it doesn't last that long.

Look...

Look, I'm sorry I've...

- I've been so...
- Busy.

Yes.

That is all it is?

What do you mean?

I mean... do you really want this baby?

Of course I do. Of cour...

Havers.

You've only just walked in.

If you were having an affair with her,
that'd be one thing...

I don't see you, Tommy.

- It's work.
- Well, go on, then.

Go on.

- Lynley.
- I'm sorry to interrupt your evening, sir.

But our leading suspect
has just become our latest victim.

Get that dog out of here.

Whose dog's that?

It's all right. I'll get him.

Come on.

Come on. Constable?

Take care of this dog, will you?

We have a witness.
The cyclist passed someone walking.

He heard the bang, turned to see it
reverse over him then accelerate forward.

- He didn't get a number.
- Oh, damn and blast.

He was shocked.
He did say it was black and old-fashioned.

We can show him photos
and he can ID it when he's feeling a bit better.

Make that now. He can feel better later.
He didn't see the driver?

- Not at all.
- Richard was walking his dog, was he?

Apparently he comes here twice a day,
regular as clockwork.

Which anyone who knew him would know.

Having just had a major argument with his son,

who said in our hearing, "You destroyed me."

Wigmore Hall.

There was no way out of that dressing room...

This really is rather a nuisance.

So are three murders.

So Gideon was in here
while you and everyone else were outside.

Yes, as I told you last time.

- And how long was he in here for?
- Till about ten.

I think he'd have stayed all night if Richard
hadn't threatened to break the door down.

He was an absolute nightmare, to be honest.

Didn't stop shouting the whole time.

- What did he shout?
- Oh, trying to make Gideon open the door.

Of course shouting for Raphael.

Who'd gone to get Gideon a brandy.

That's right.
Although I've no idea where he went for it.

- Why do you say that?
- It took him ages.

I don't know how much more Gideon can take.

It's you we want to talk to.

Where were you at six o'clock this evening?

Me? I went out to the supermarket.

Probably got the receipt.

- I was just fixing a drink.
- Drinks can wait.

When the Martins split up,
and Richard and Gideon went to America,

you were left in charge of selling the house,
the furniture and so on.

Yes, I think I was.

- What did you do with the car?
- Car?

The 1959 Humber Hawk.

It's such a long time ago. I would have sold it.

Yes, I did. I sold it.

- Got a receipt for that too, have you?
- Don't be ridiculous.

Tell us something else ridiculous.

At the Wigmore Hall,
where did you go to get Gideon's brandy?

- The bar, of course.
- It must have been busy.

The manager said
you'd been gone for a very long time.

It was chaos backstage that night.

No-one would have known who was there
and who wasn't.

I don't believe you.

I think you had plenty of time

to drive up to Belsize Park, kill Eugenie,
and then get back to the Wigmore Hall.

Are you completely mad?

She told you she was going to be there at 9:30.

- What?
- You absolute...

- You'd been seeing her?
- I'm sorry, Gid. I'm sorry.

- How long had you been doing this?
- Always.

She wanted to know everything about you.

She still loved you.

What did Eugenie want to be forgiven?

Everything.

Everything and anything.

She wasn't the same after Sophie died.

As Eugenie grew older, she got rather dotty.

She had feelings, you see.

You'd have read about those, Inspector.

She persuaded you to give her
Gideon's number, didn't she?

Then she called him, after all those years.

Unsettled him, distracted him,

to the point that when he went on stage
he couldn't play.

She knew something, didn't she,
about the night that Sophie died?

Something you didn't want her to tell Gideon.

Because Gideon's your life's work,
isn't he, Raphael?

And you would do anything to protect him.
Even murder.

That's not true. Raphael loves me.

Why would he kill my mother?
He's looked after me all my life.

- Tell them it's not true.
- It's all right, Gid.

It's all right. It's all over.

I killed Eugenie.

I killed all of them.

But Gideon had nothing to do with it.

And they had to die to keep it that way?

She was going to go to the police.

She was going to tell Webberley the truth.

She was going to get Jimmy Pike to back her up,

she was even going to tell Gideon.

Tell me what?

Tell you the one thing that even
after all these years she couldn't forgive.

That Katja Wolff was innocent.

That the wrong person went to prison
for killing her child.

I'm sorry.

I killed your sister.

When Richard asked me to sell it,
I just hung onto it.

And you killed Webberley because he was
about to find out that Katja Wolff was innocent.

What about Richard?

After the Wigmore Hall, Richard said
the only way to get Gideon to play again

was to tell him the truth.

Tell me something.

When you killed Sophie, how did you manage it
without Richard and Eugenie knowing?

The music.
The music was so loud.

Eugenie Martin knew
you had murdered her child

and yet she still met you for pub lunches.

She believed I should be forgiven.

But she couldn't forgive me.

She couldn't bear it.
It's the real reason she left home.

It wasn't just Richard and Eugenie.

We all covered it up.

The Martins felt indebted to me.

What's more, they wanted to protect Gideon
from knowing what I'd done.

They felt that if he knew
he wouldn't want to play any more.

I'd nurtured that fantastic ability,
taught him everything,

until he could go, aged eight years old, to one of
the greatest schools of music in the world.

Tell me what you remember
about the night that Raphael killed Sophie.

I told you. Nothing.

The man kills your sister
and you remember nothing?

I told you.
I can't remember anything about that night.

It's blank.

Blank? You suffer from blankness, don't you?

Not half-forgetfulness like the rest of us,

you go completely blank.

Like the other night at the Wigmore Hall...

when Raphael killed your mother...

...and you blanked that piece of music.

It all goes back to that piece of music, doesn't it?

- Does it?
- I think you know it does.

The music, and what happened
on the night that Sophie was killed.

Why did Katja Wolff say
that she'd killed Sophie?

Richard organised it.

There was so little time.
Sophie was dead, the police were on their way.

He told Katja that if she pleaded guilty to
negligence, she'd only get three years

and he'd give her £25,000 when she came out.

Because she and Richard were lovers,
she believed him.

But they found bruises on the child.

Yes. She...

...struggled.

But I held her under the water until she stopped.

And then?

She was dead.

There was nothing. Just silence.

Silence?

What are you doing?

There had to be music, didn't there, that night?

Turn that off.

Turn if off now!

Songs My Mother Taught Me.

You lied to us, Gideon.

You and Raphael.

- You haven't told us the real reason.
- Stop it!

Tell me the truth. Tell me the real reason
all those people had to die.

Stop it!

Your mother kept saying
there must be forgiveness.

But there are two sides to forgiveness,
aren't there?

As we forgive those who trespass against us.

She didn't mean she had to forgive Raphael.

She meant she spent years
trying to forgive the trespass against her.

Stop it!

Stop it.

Stop it. Make it stop.

Only you can make it stop, Gideon.

The music, the smell of burning.

Oh, Raphael killed Eugenie,

and Richard and Webberley,

but he didn't do it to protect himself, did he?

He did it, as always, to protect you.

He was protecting you from the memory
that you killed your little sister.

But I did. I killed her.

- No.
- What does it matter?

No, Raphael.

You didn't.

Talent like that comes once in a century.

It had to be protected.

It didn't have to be a Dvorak.

The music could have been anything. That just
happened to be the record I pulled off the shelf.

Songs My Mother Taught Me.

So I put it on.

Loudly.

Then I set fire to the wastepaper bin
in my bedroom.

So that Katja would smell the smoke
in the bathroom

where she was bathing Sophie.

I got the paper alight

and I went out and hid on the stairs.

After a minute, Katja smelt it burning.

Then she ran out of the bathroom, past me.

And you went in.

And I locked the door.

I had to go to the Juilliard School of Music.

I was born to.

But my parents couldn't afford it.
They told me.

Not with the cost of Sophie's care as well.

When you look at it sensibly,
there's nothing to forgive.

Is there?

Wait.