The Inspector Lynley Mysteries (2001–2008): Season 5, Episode 3 - Chinese Walls - full transcript

Aargh!

Aargh!

I thought you were on leave today, sir.

I was. I am.

What do you do on your days off?

When Jack the Ripper was about,

do you know where the most dangerous place in
all of London was?

Whitechapel is too obvious.

Hyde Park. From dusk till dawn,
this place belonged to a gang of vagrants

whose favourite method of dispatch...

was the garotte.



We can rule out copycats and historians.
She was stabbed.

Do we know who she was?

Yeah. Driver's licence says: Emily Proctor, 23,

lived in Kensal Rise, West London.

- Winston?
- Sir?

- Who found the body?
- Litter collection guys.

They clear the park first light
seven days a week.

They've seen enough forensic shows
to know not to touch the body.

Nor the rubbish, by the look of it.

They found her at 6am,

but body temperature and rigor mortis argue
for a time of death several hours earlier.

So it could have happened late last night?

Yeah, possible.

It still begs the question,
what was she doing here after dark?



Did the killer follow her here, or was she just
in the wrong place at the wrong time?

It would help if we knew which direction
she came from.

Sorry, no footprints. The ground's too hard.

An awful lot of blood, Lafferty.

Ex-sanguination.

Stab wound severed the left carotid.

I'd say she lost the power of speech immediately,

consciousness in a couple of minutes,
probably dead in five.

West Carriage Drive, which runs through
the park, stays open till midnight.

That'll give us a few hundred
potential witnesses.

Or a few hundred potential suspects.

I've got Emily's tenancy agreement.

Her parents were her guarantors
so their details are in there.

Lovely people. The day she moved in,
I thought they'd never leave.

What about the other tenants?

I've got a single mum with her little boy on the
first floor, then it's just me on the top.

Used to rent the basement out till it flooded.

- What she like, Emily?
- A good tenant, practically a friend.

Always checked if I wanted anything bringing in
however busy she was.

- What did she do?
- A lawyer. Well, training to be.

- Do you know where?
- No, sorry.

Did this come with the flat?

Someone fitted it for her a few weeks ago,
a bloke she worked with.

- A lawyer?
- Nice lad, Darren.

Fixed my aerial while he was at it.

Do you know why she felt the need for it?

She said it was just a precaution
but I think someone was bothering her.

A stranger, an ex-boyfriend or something?

Sorry.

Thanks, Mr O'Neill.

It looks like we might have a suspect.

I'll see if I can find out who this Darren is,

see If it was just a precaution.

Work pass. Chambers of Tony Wainwright.

Human rights lawyer?

All these cards are the same,
and they are all blank.

Must have been the same sender.

Why do you send flowers without a message?

When you can't express yourself in two inches.

Especially not down the phone
to the woman at Interflora.

It could be an unwanted admirer.
It would fit with the entry phone.

But why keep the flowers?

Get Winston to find out who the florist is,
more importantly, the sender.

Informing the parents?

Yeah.

That's their address.

I'll check out this workmate of hers, Darren.

- Very smoothly done.
- What's that?

Getting out of the worst part of the job.
I almost didn't notice.

It is my day off.

- Deborah Proctor?
- Yes.

Er... Mr Proctor...

I'm Detective Sergeant Havers.

This is Emily. July last year.

She got a first in law.

I understand she was training at the chambers of
Tony Wainwright.

It was her dream come true.

She was 13

when she saw him talking on a documentary
about refugees.

So Emily sees Wainwright on a TV documentary

and ends up working for him ten years later.

It's all a bit of a fairy tale, isn't it?

Yeah, right up to the grim ending.

- I'd better go, thanks.
- Detective Inspector Lynley?

Yes.

Hester Reed. Chief clerk,
Tony Wainwright's chambers.

- Nice to meet you.
- This way.

Actually, I'm looking for one of Emily Proctor's
colleagues - Darren somebody.

We don't know the surname.

There's no Darren anybody here.
What's this about?

Not in the security staff or the maintenance?

Inspector Lynley,
as chief clerk I know everybody.

We don't have a Darren,

which isn't to say that Emily doesn't work with
such a person.

I'm sorry, I don't quite understand.

Emily Proctor voluntarily ended her pupillage
here four months ago.

I hope she isn't in any trouble.

Well, I'm afraid.. that's why I'm here.

Emily was found murdered this morning.

Oh, my God.

That's awful. That's terrible news.

- I'm sorry, did you say...
- Graham. We'll talk in a moment.

This is a terrible, terrible shock.

Miss Reed, everyone I've spoken to
seems to think Emily still worked here.

Can you tell me what happened, why she left?

She just found the cut and thrust of the work
wasn't for her.

I see. Mr Wainwright will take this
particularly hard, I imagine.

What makes you say that?

I understand that he and Emily had been
corresponding since she was a teenager.

Mr Wainwright might have been her inspiration
but that was a long time ago.

Still, it's remarkable, isn't it,
that she should end up working here?

Yes.

Did she shadow him?

I'd need to check the records.

Why don't we just ask Mr Wainwright?

I'm afraid Mr Wainwright is due in court
in a minute.

We'd better be quick, then.

Did Emily have a boyfriend?

She hasn't had the time for boys.

Had Emily talked about being frightened
or threatened recently?

No, why?

Did she tell you why she felt the need to install
a video entry system?

- I didn't know she had.
- You hadn't been to visit lately?

No.

Had she been here?

Every time we arranged to meet someone was
ill, Emily had too much work.

So when did you last see her?

Three months ago. Maybe four.

This is a tragedy.

That's the only word for it.

Miss Reed has been very helpful

but was unable to tell me why Emily
didn't continue her pupillage.

I did give you an explanation.

I beg your pardon, I meant a satisfactory one.

I'm not sure I'll be able to shed any more light.

I thought you'd known her for ten years.

If you count replying to the inquisitive letters
of a teenager as knowing her.

Her parents describe you as her mentor.

- That was before she worked for me.
- What happened then?

It was a throwaway comment, Inspector.

- How very un-lawyer like.
- I take that as a compliment.

Did she shadow you?

Yes.

There you are, Miss Reed.
No need to check your records.

Have any other pupils shadowed you recently?

No.

No, because pupils don't generally shadow
QCs, do they?

Especially not the most eminent QC
in chambers.

I admit it was unorthodox.

Anything else unorthodox
in your relationship with Emily?

- Your implication is offensive.
- Hester, go back to your office.

It's OK, Martin is covering.
For God's sake, just go.

Is there a best friend or someone
that Emily might have confided in?

She had lots of friends. We'll get you a list.

And she has an older sister -

a half-sister, Lisa.

- Whose half?
- Mine.

We had a falling out.

Did Emily still have a relationship
with her sister?

Emily was the problem.
At least in Lisa's mind.

Lisa always felt that we favoured Emily.

And there was nothing we could do
to make her think otherwise.

So is she Lisa Proctor?

Lisa Conroy.

If you find her...
will you let us know where she is?

All right. In allowing Emily to shadow me,
I may have been guilty of favouritism.

What about her pupillage?

Absolutely not. She got that on her own merit.

What went wrong, then? Why did she leave?

- I genuinely don't know.
- Even though you were her mentor?

- In our last conversation...
- Your last conversation?

Do you want me to tell you what she said
or not?

Emily said, as a teenager,
she was fixated with the idea of being a lawyer.

But now she felt that might have been
at the expense of something else.

Such as?

She had a half sister, Lisa, I think
her name was, who she'd lost touch with.

That had become an issue for her.

Presumably you were as unsatisfied with that
explanation as I am.

Yes.

So?

So I couldn't make her tell me, and regretfully,
I had to respect her decision.

I'm sorry, I have to go.

This is a murder enquiry, and you'll go
when I finish asking you questions.

Don't think me rude, but I'm due in court

to get justice for 500 miners
killed by asbestos poisoning in Kenya.

That was murder on a grand scale
by a British company

and Scotland Yard never sent so much
as a constable.

Kenya is a little off our patch, sir.

If it had been a pretty backpacker in Australia,
you'd have sent half of CID.

What were those questions?

I'm sorry you'll have to speak to me
nearer the time.

Miss Reed, did Emily have a direct line?

She shared one with another pupil.

I'd like to see the records of that
as soon as possible, please.

Also a list of all the cases she'd been working on,
however fleetingly.

Of course.

Mr Marshall, I asked you to get those papers
over half an hour ago. Clients are waiting.

Miss Reed...

I don't tell you how to draft pleadings,
don't tell me how to organise my pupils.

Thank you for your time.

Graham.

Do you want to talk to me?
That wasn't just my imagination, was it?

I think I know why Emily left.

- Goon.
- She had a fixation with Wainwright.

- She had her sights set on working here.
- We know all that. Why did she leave?

I think she became disillusioned.

I think Wainwright abused the esteem
in which she held him.

Do you have anything to back this up with?

I went to the pub with Emily once.

I had six pints, she had six Cokes.

You can guess who made the pass at who
come 11 o'clock.

- She knocked you back.
- Told me she was seeing someone.

The details seem sketchy.

Why do you assume it was Wainwright?

About a week later, I was working late
in the library and I saw them leaving together.

Just leaving together?

I could just tell, she was laughing,
teasing him about something.

He had his hand on her back.
They just looked so happy.

Are you sure you're not letting jealousy
colour your judgement?

I'm sure.

Winston, I want you to get the lowdown
on Tony Wainwright QC.

I seem to remember him getting the wrong kind
of headlines a couple of years ago.

No, I'm not sure.

I think he clobbered a photographer
or something.

OK, thanks.

Do you buy what this pupil says about
Wainwright and Emily?

Yes, I do.
Wainwright has got quite a reputation.

What for?

Playing as hard as he works.

Probably why his clerk didn't want
to leave me alone with him in his office.

Do you think such a famous QC
needs his hand held?

Behind every great lawyer is a clerk
waiting to tie their shoelaces

as soon as they leave the courtroom.

Let's say that Wainwright and Emily
did have a fling. So what?

It's not the fling, it's the fall-out.

You should see how beautiful his wife is
in the picture on his desk.

Might have been taken a few years ago.

OK, Wainwright tries a younger model,
thinks better of it,

Emily threatens his marriage,
he does something about it.

- It's a theory.
- It's four theories.

All I know is that Emily Proctor
does not sound like a quitter.

At age 13, she decides
she wants to work for Wainwright,

she gets herself a first, she wins a pupillage
under the guidance of her hero

and is well on her way to becoming a barrister
then gives it all up. Why?

Sir...
- Anything on Wainwright?

It wasn't a photographer he hit,
it was the chairman of UAD Oil.

Wainwright spent three months fighting
a case of behalf of the people of Bolivia.

And lost.

But he knows how to lighten up.

One drink-driving conviction,
possession of a class-A drug...

- Which one?
- Cocaine.

And cautioned for having sex in public.

How does a QC weather those kind of storms?

He argued the offences had no bearing
on his ability to perform his function.

- He's the best. People make exceptions.
- People shouldn't.

Where was Emily working
when she left Wainwright's?

We are tracing her bank statement
payment code.

- What about the flowers, Winston?
- I'm on the flowers, sir.

Helen's in your office.

What? Damn. I completely forgot.

Thank you.

Helen.

Am I going mad or was I supposed to
pick you up from your place an hour ago?

- I am so sorry.
- Leave cancelled?

Young girl murdered in Hyde Park last night,
So, yes, leave cancelled.

It never would have crossed my mind
to ask you to my stupid lecture.

- I know, but I offered.
- Yes, and I was touched.

And now I feel a tad silly.

Well, you shouldn't feel silly.

- Hi, Barbara.
- Hey.

- Two minutes.
- It is important.

We've got a result on Emily's bank statement.

She's been working for a media company
in Dalston.

It's hardly the white-hot centre
of the media world, is it?

I've got a phone number,
but I thought you'd prefer a surprise visit.

Good idea. Two minutes.

She doesn't think it's a good idea,

us being friends again.

I doubt she thinks very much about us at all.

Well, if I don't leave now,
I'm going to miss my own lecture.

Why don't we do something later?

Busy.

The Vice Chancellor has invited me round
for drinks.

Has he indeed?

And is this a courtesy he extends to
all new members of staff?

I have absolutely no idea.

Is he married?

Jealous?

Helen and I...

Sir?

Staying friends. What do you think about it?

Really.

I don't think about it.

Good. That's what I said.

I mean, apart from the fact
that you're obviously not just friends.

Oh, I looked up Tony Wainwright in Who's Who.

Just to get to the fuller picture.

- Very resourceful.
- He's got a longer entry than you.

And it's not inherited.

It's a good job we're friends, Havers.

He really likes to get under the skin
of corrupt governments and big businesses.

You didn't learn anything new, then?

Actually, Mr Wainwright's hobbies include
drinking beer and rock climbing.

In fact, in 2001, he took part in a successful
attempt of Mount Everest.

It's all been downhill for him from there, then?

Still pretty impressive.

Anything else?

Yeah, he's never been married.

Really?

Who is the picture of the beautiful bride
on his desk?

Hardly the Inns of Court, is it?

Hello, it's the police.
Can you open up the door, please?

- No-one here yet
- Open this door now. Thank you.

I'm just a cleaner. I'm sorry.

We understand.
If you could just let us in, please.

No-one here yet.

It's OK. Can you tell me
what kind of media company this is?

I don't know.

A reception desk without a receptionist.

Nice hours. What time do the staff
normally come in?

Please, I have next job now.

No, no, let her go.

- We can have a nose around.
- What about a warrant?

The witness admitted us to the building,
fled the scene. What about a warrant?

Doing all right for part-timers.

- It's quite well organised too.
- They even pay their VAT, look.

Let's keep looking round.

Through here.

A light industrial space.

But no industry.

No. Whatever they were doing here,
they've stopped doing it.

So what do we think Emily has been paid to do
for the last four months?

It's hard to tell.

Whoa.

Interesting DVD collection.

Interesting collection.

It looks like some kind of film set.

Maybe Emily was in the office
helping with their legal work.

I hope so, because it could be too much
for her proud parents to bear.

I suggest you leave now.
The police are on their way.

I suggest you call them back
and tell them not to bother.

I'm Detective Inspector Lynley
and this is Detective Sergeant Havers.

Even if that's real, you're trespassing.

Rest assured it is real.
And no, we are not trespassing.

Don't worry, we're not Vice.

We're investigating the murder
of a young woman.

You think I have something to fear from Vice?
Our parent company is a plc.

Start with your names, and what kind
of business you are running.

My name is Lisa Conroy
and this is a licensed entertainment studio.

Are you Emily Proctor's older sister?

Yes.

I'm sorry, Miss Conroy,
we have some bad news for you.

Emily was found dead this morning.

It's her murder we're investigating.

It can't be Emily, I spoke to her last night.
There must be some sort of mistake.

- I'm so sorry.
- Its all right, Darren.

Excuse me. Would you be the Darren who
installed a video entry system in her flat?

Yes, he his, at my request.

Darren is our technical supervisor here.

Look, if you need a minute...

I'm fine.

If you're going to find who did this, I'll need to
show you what Emily was doing here.

This is just a sample.

The cameras provide a live feed
eight till two, seven nights a week.

There are at least six girls at any one time,
so there's always something to see.

- And Emily was one of them?
- Yes. For the last four months.

When did you last see or speak to your sister?

Last night she called me at 7:50 to say
she wasn't going to make it into work.

What was her excuse?

I don't know, I hung up on her.

We were ten minutes from going online
and I was already two girls down

plus Darren was off as well.

Oh, really? Why?

My mum was ill.

I'm her principle carer.

Wasn't it a little weird watching your sister?

Emily had student debts she wasn't going to
pay off working in a bar.

And Emily had a regular
I think you should meet. I'll show you.

Miss Conroy, your mother asked us to pass on
that she'd like to see you.

And she will, at Emily's funeral.

Customers put in requests
and the girls do their best to accommodate.

They communicate via a keyboard.

Chat is the best barometer
of a punter's tastes and traits.

And his favourite girls.

And Emily had a number one fan?

Yes, and I think he contacted her
out in the real world.

You think, or you know?

A man struck up a conversation with her
in a café near her flat.

She said he was quite amusing,
they were chatting about this and that.

Then suddenly he called her Brie.

- Brie?
- It's Emily's on-camera name.

I never let them use their real ones.

- Like that?
- Mm.

How did she react when she realised
he was a punter?

She left the café walked around till she was sure
he wasn't following her then found me.

How could he have found her in the first place, in
the real world?

I don't know, but I have an idea
which punter it was.

Are you OK?

Yeah. Yes, fine.

What was she like, Emily?

I didn't really know her.

But you fitted her video entry system.

Just because Lisa asked me to.

Was she like the other girls?

Er..

No, she was nicer. A bit more friendly.

In what way?

She said hello, asked after my mum,
that sort of thing.

Your mum?

She's got senile dementia. Advanced.

I'm sorry. That can be pretty tough.

Hey. It's OK to be upset.

I'm not upset, I hardly knew her.

Winston.

I thought Tanner was pretty meek and mild

until he asked Emily to do something
she wasn't comfortable with.

This is how he showed his disappointment.

And he wasn't banned?

Terms and conditions stipulate
they all get a second chance.

Even when they've just threatened to strangle
your little sister?

I run this place, I don't make the rules.

But the rules don't include the outside world.

Like the café where she was approached.

I wanted to go to the police, I really did.

Emily was adamant we didn't,
so I had Darren install the entry phone.

Was Emily due in the studio tonight?

Yes. And Tanner has pre-booked his usual
nine o'clock session.

So if he missed it, it would be telling.

Almost like showing his hand.

I want a car outside Tanner's house
as soon as possible.

- For the moment, that's it, no more.
- No arrest?

I want to see if he's got a guilty conscience first.

Winston called. He's put some names
to the numbers on Emily's mobile.

Anyone interesting?

She called her old place of work yesterday
at five o'clock.

The call lasted just under half an hour.

Tony Wainwright or someone else, I wonder.

The call is logged to the main number,
but Winston is finding out.

- What about the flowers?
- He didn't mention the flowers.

Hey, Lafferty, what have you got?

Apart from a great body
and a sharp sense of style?

Yes, apart from that.

OK, the first point of interest, given this day
and age and the fact that the victim was 23,

is that she was a virgin.

Are you 100% on that?

110, virgo intacta.

What about cause of death?

Two stab wounds. The first one miles off
if death was the intention -

a superficial wound to the upper right arm.

But the second wound - bingo.

Cut straight through the internal and external
carotid arteries.

Same implement?

I found traces of what what looks like rust
in both wounds, so I'd say it's a fair conclusion.

A knife?

The wound is too broad and crooked.

More like a curved spike.

I'm going to run up a rubberised mould.

Anything else?

Significant pre-mortem abrasions
to the left elbow,

left thigh and left kneecap.

And I found asphalt grit in the kneecap wound,
and...

...a corresponding tear in the jeans
with a dusting of the same grit.

She fell?

Yeah, but the abrasions go back and front

so she must have hit the ground with speed
and rolled over.

So she jumped or was pushed from a car?

- That's my guess.
- She jumped.

It explains why the killer chased her.

She must have been terrified
to jump from a car.

Terrified and/or in pain.

One thing I haven't worked out yet:

small, deep, triangular wound
to the side of the calf.

If it suggests anything it's... an arrowhead?

The killer shot her with an arrow
to stop her escaping?

That would have been from behind,
wouldn't it?

However she got it, there's the beginning of
bruising, so she was definitely still alive.

That's it for the moment.

Thanks.

Oh, by the way, the parents want to see
the body first thing tomorrow.

- OK?
- Sure.

- I'd like to be there.
- OK. Why?

Just to say hello.

Helen, it's just me wanting to know
how the lecture went.

So, give me a call if you want.

Actually, no, give me a call anyway,
just to let me know.

Thanks. Bye.

It's about the falling from the car theory.

Oh, right.

OK, these gates, north and south of West
Carriage Drive and through Serpentine Road

are closed between midnight and Sam.

Lafferty said that the body temperature
would argue time of death 3am, maybe earlier.

Definitely earlier.

If she fell or jumped from the car here,
it had to have been before midnight.

Winston, what about those flowers?

I tried 67 florists in Northwest London.

None have records of deliveries
to Emily's address.

Better widen your net, then.

That's not a canteen sandwich, is it?

No, that's one of the pleasures of living
chez Mum.

All right.

Aargh!

Blacklight is only presumptive, but I've got what
look like traces of blood and denim fibre here.

Well, the position fits.

If she jumped from the car,
maybe the car pursued her.

She runs through to the park, and she's so
scared she doesn't even clock the fence.

Given where the body was found,
the killer must have chased on foot.

So they must have left their vehicle here
for two or three minutes minimum.

Get uniform to canvass this road until it closes for
the next few nights.

Must have been joggers, cyclists, taxi drivers.

Lynley.

Hi it's Lisa Conroy.

Hi.

What you said about Tanner showing his hand,

I think we can go one better.

I'll explain if you can get here
before nine o'clock.

Yes, Winston?

- Tanner just came home.
- Goon.

Guess what he does when he's not threatening
girls in chat rooms.

- What?
- Deputy Director of Holloway Council.

Good work. Keep watching.

So, each camera features a different girl.

They come up on the screen
and you add the chat boxes.

And all this goes out live on the net.

Yes, right now.

Emily was normally on screen 2.

How exactly will Tanner show his hand?

You've got a video of Emily.

It was the most respectable footage
we could find.

It still feels wrong.

Do you think this is a ball for me?

- She shouldn't have been here in the first place.
- I don't need a guilt trip

Why don't you just go home?

- What about the desk?
- I can work the desk.

Hopefully Tanner won't notice it's a repeat.

Lost Boy just locked onto the website.
That's Tanner.

But he's not asking to speak to Emily.

- Is that a first?
- Yep, that's a first.

Darren.

Darren, you seem a little too upset
for someone who hardly even knew Emily.

If you had a soft spot for her
it's not going to make you a prime suspect.

But, on the other hand,
if you're holding out on us, then...

Most of these girls treat me like
I'm not even here.

But not Emily?

She took an interest.

She helped me out with my mum's
disability claims.

- Seen them forms?
- Yeah, they're a nightmare.

Emily was beautiful -

outside and in.

The most beautiful thing about her was
she didn't even know it.

Did you ever see her out of work?

The night I fitted her video entry system,
we went for a pizza.

I had American Hot,
she had a chicken Caesar salad.

You're going to ask me what I was doing
last night now, aren't you?

I know where you were.

You were at home looking after your mum.

- She'll vouch for me.
- Yeah, except she's got senile dementia.

What exactly was wrong with her last night?

She was upset because I raised the taboo
subject of a nursing home.

She said she'd kill herself
If I so much as mentioned it again.

9:06 and he's still keeping her waiting.

He pays regardless?

£1.75 a minute.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Hang on, here he comes.

Lost Boy is requesting a one-to-one with Brie.

Request granted.

Why was he so late?

Why wouldn't I be OK?

Push him.

- Take your top off.
- Walked into that one.

Tease him. He kept us waiting.

Not so fast.

First tell me what's going on with us.

You're not Brie. He's onto us.

Winston.

Gotcha.

I work hard and pornography relaxes me.

Al right?

What? You only ever use the web to buy CDs
and book train tickets?

'Doit, you bitch,
or I'll strangle you with that dressing gown cord."

Come on. It's pantomime.

Your obsession with Emily was very real.

She was the prettiest, that's all.

I think it was a bit more personal than that.

You wanted to get closer.

And you did. You approached her in a café.

- That's ridiculous.
- You even got into a conversation with her.

Which went very well until you slipped up.

You called her by her work name,
you called her Brie.

Look, she's just an image on my computer.

At 9:07 tonight, you typed:
I'm glad you're OK.

- Why?
- Just being friendly.

You don't pay £1.75 a minute just to be friendly.

Why shouldn't she be OK?

- No reason.
- Why shouldn't she be OK, Mr Tanner?

You kept Brie waiting tonight. Why?

I wasn't in the mood.

Why did you bother to log on at all?

Why didn't you just watch the telly,
or talk to your wife?

Or play with your children?

It must have been quite a shock to see her on
the screen when you know that she's dead.

I didn't know she was dead.

- But you thought she was.
- No.

The conversation in the café,
we know the date and the time it took place.

Great, I wasn't there.

You didn't see the CCTV cameras
above the counter?

Like I said, I wasn't there.

Or the one in the back room, covering you
or a man who looked very much like you,

contriving to run into Brie.

If you've got some footage, let's see it.

Give us a couple of hours,
we'll be happy to oblige.

- You're bluffing.
- No, no, they keep it for a year.

Insurance thing.

Let me give you some advice.

If you're going to change your story,

don't do it when your back's against the wall
and everything you tell us we already know.

And make it a positive choice -

one that reflects well on your character.

So you followed her.

You followed her to the café.

How would I know where to find her?

As Deputy Council Director it can't be hard to get
sight of the studio's entertainment licence.

That's where you picked up her trail, isn't it?

You went to her work and then what?

I followed her home.

I just wanted to watch her.

You went one step further.

You talked to her in the café.

- Yes.
- Why?

What you said.

I wanted to get closer.

I wanted to know her as a person.

And yeah, I know how sad and deluded
that sounds.

What about the flowers?
Expensive, bunches and bunches of them.

I never sent any flowers.

I mean, that'd be creepy.

Hello.

Helen, just wondering if you got my message.

No.

I just wanted to know how it all went.

Sorry, I did get your message.

I haven't had a second, but everything went fine.

Good. Great.

Sorry, I'd better go. I'll talk to you later. Bye.

Bye.

Hey, um...

- Are you OK?
- Yeah, fine.

We've got two witnesses supporting Tanner's
alibi. He was nowhere near Hyde Park.

Uh-huh. OK.

Just found out who was sending Emily flowers.

A woman. Hester Reed.

Wainwright's clerk, right?

Which really means they come from Wainwright
who was too busy saving Kenyan miners.

- I want his address now.
- One step ahead of you, sir.

- Already got it.
- Where does he live?

- Notting Hill.
- Of course he does.

Come on, Havers.

Surely it's just a question of finding the leak
and patching it up.

Mr Wainwright is a busy man.

He doesn't want to be thinking every night,
is he coming home to a flooded house?

Inspector Lynley. Can I help you?

Does Mr Wainwright ever sort out
your household problems, Miss Reed?

I'd have thought a policeman would understand
a system of hierarchical responsibility.

Oh, yes, he's the governor, all right.

But if he ever asked me to send his flowers
for him, I'd tell him where to plant them.

She would too, you know.

Here is Mr Wainwright himself.

Wait there.

Hester, why don't you take my cab home?

Really.

- I brought your car.
- Yeah, thanks.

Sorry if I'm a bit fragrant.
I've been for a climb and a few drinks.

Your body odour is the least of my concerns,
Mr Wainwright.

OK, this is the truth.

I was in love with Emily Proctor and I wanted to
spend the rest of my life with her.

So I take it she ended the relationship.

No, I did.

Why?

Because she had a problem with intimacy
and I was an impatient, insensitive idiot.

You mean she wouldn't have sex with you?

Yes, if you want to get gynaecological.

Why didn't you tell us this earlier?

I should have done, of course.
I was in shock.

Is that the only reason?

There are elements within Chambers
jealous of my reputation,

always looking for a stick to oust me with.

So getting back to Emily.

Did you give her an ultimatum?

I was so selfishly frustrated I couldn't see
what was staring me in the face.

Emily's fear of sex was a symptom of something.

Like abuse?

Perhaps. I think so, yes.

Maybe she was just waiting for Mr Right.

Look, she loved me.

And I loved her.

It wasn't that she didn't like sex or want it.

It just reminded her of something terrible.

Did you try to talk to her about it?

She wouldn't. I suggested a shrink.
She said that wasn't going to help.

I said, how did she know unless she tried it
and then... I lost it.

Told her to come back
when she'd sorted her head out.

Monday morning, she didn't come into work.

So the flowers were your way of saying,
"Please forgive me."

And she did. She did forgive me.

She called me yesterday evening and told me
she wasn't going to let her past ruin her future.

Did you arrange to meet?

I had to dash off to this Bar Council dinner
in Kensington so I sent a cab for her,

round to her flat to pick her up.

- What time for?
- 11. She wasn't there.

Driver waited for ten minutes and then left.

I just thought she'd changed her mind.

Excuse me.

We'll need an alibi
to confirm your presence at the dinner.

Not a problem.

Who is the lady in this picture?

Why?

There's a photo on your desk of her wearing
a wedding dress, and you're not married.

You do do your detective work, Detective.

The photograph on my desk was taken
by the dress designer.

The woman wearing it died the next day.

I'm sorry.

I think you mean,
"Who was she and how did she die?"

Her name was Carrie Hart.

She was killed in a street robbery in 1991,
four days before we were due to marry.

Did the police catch the perpetrator?

No, they did not.

Sir, we have to go.

Now.

Mr Wainwright.

When did you last see Darren?

I was just walking to my car when I saw him.

He must have done it right after he left.

Take Miss Conroy home, please.

Lafferty.

Carbon monoxide, exhaust pipe.

Textbook.

There's a note:
couldn't live without Emily is the gist.

He wasn't her boyfriend or anything.

I'm thinking, what if there is another reason
why he took her death so personally?

He said he was with his mum
the night Emily died.

We'd better check that again.

But I don't want you losing sight of Wainwright.

Why? He's been quite open about Emily.

Come on, only when he had to be.

He's made necessity into a virtue.

I want you to check his alibi
for the Bar Council dinner thoroughly.

I need you to look for Carrie Hart,
his fiancée murdered in 1991.

I'll order up the file.

Terrible thing to say
but it's kind of admirable, really.

What? Killing yourself at 22?

Being so much in love with someone
that you can't see life without them.

He never has her in the first place.

But he had the hope of having her...

one day.

Maybe.

You need to get some sleep, sir.

Damn.

- Thanks. Good night.
- Thanks, love.

Tommy.

What are you doing?

Hi, I just wanted to make sure
you got back safely.

And that you didn't bring the Vice Chancellor
with you.

That's touchingly jealous and paranoid of you.

Are you stalking me?

- Yes.
- Why?

Because I miss you too much.

You saw me this morning.

I rest my case.

Twice in a day.

We're not getting serious, are we?

Strictly recreational.

I see.

So if I had come back with the Vice Chancellor,
you'd have been OK with that?

Absolutely -
once I'd ripped his heart out with my teeth.

Come on, then.

Oh, God.

Don't worry about it, Tommy.

Last night was last night.

I mean: Oh, God, it's late.

It's fine.

As you've counselled before,
we'll see what happens.

Let's not see what happens.

Don't you dare bloody say that
unless you mean it.

I mean it.

Then promise me, if it happened again...

- Come on, why should it?
- Don't, Tommy.

If I...

If I lost another child, or if it turned out
that we could never have children,

promise me we won't deal with it with trial
separations and burying ourselves in work.

I promise.

I can't cope with another breakup, Tommy.

Not I don't want to, I can't.

Neither can I.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Carrie Hart -
Wainwright's first murdered girlfriend.

Fiancée.

Maybe he's got commitment issues.

Hello. Records.

Yes, it's Detective Inspector Lynley here.
I'm looking for Detective Sergeant Robert Mills,

worked out of Lambeth Central in 1991.

- Can you hold?
- Yep, I'll hold.

You said you wanted a heads up
when Emily's parents came in.

- They're on their way.
- Thank you.

This video technician Emily worked with,
is he a suspect?

We're keeping all our options open
at the moment, sir.

Surely the fact that he's killed himself
shows he's guilty.

I'm really not allowed to discuss this with you.

Whoever it was, we know who really killed her.

Sweetheart.

- Lisa had to drag her into her sordid little world.
- Guy, please.

We're here.

Are you sure you're up to this?

I have to see her. I have to say goodbye.

Mrs Proctor. Mr Proctor.

We'll leave you in peace.

Not exactly united in their grief, are they?

Tragedy can be a wedge.

Especially if there was a problem
in the first place.

Got to get on.

She had something, didn't she, your sister?

The fellow pupils in Chambers,

Darren, the girls here.

Even her landlord.

It was the same when we were kids.

Half the school came to her birthday parties.

But she held something back for herself,
didn't she?

Doesn't everyone?

Did you know that Emily was a virgin?

Yes.

Do you know why?

Does there have to be a reason?

No, but she had a boyfriend in college.
In this day and age it's...

Emily only got back in contact with me in April.

Before that, I hadn't seen her in ten years.
I didn't know her when she was at college.

When Tony Wainwright broke things off,
she was heartbroken.

She needed a shoulder to cry on.

Why yours, though?

That's what big sisters are for.

You hadn't seen each other in ten years,
you said.

Why was sex such a big issue for Emily?

Lisa?

I don't know.

I don't believe you.

When we spoke to your parents,
they said they hadn't seen her for months.

Is that related to her
getting back in touch with you?

You might say that.

Winston.

Look. The landlord said he ain't rented out
the basement since it flooded.

The main pipes flooded Christmas before last.

I'm still fighting with the insurance people.

I don't have the key. It's missing.

When Darren fitted you
with the entrance system, did he borrow those?

Yeah, he needed access to the roof.

Did you give him the one key or the bunch?

- The bunch.
- Great.

Last time I did this,
I had a frozen shoulder for a month.

Come on. You love it.

Ooh.

Oh, my God.

What I'm about to tell you I'll deny
if you ask me under caution.

Emily's dad, my stepfather,
every night from the age of 12 to 16...

With Emily?

No, not Emily.

Me.

The first time Mum brought him home,
I didn't like him.

She thought he was such a catch because
he spoke well and he'd been to a posh school.

Even when it turned out he was up to his eyes in
debt, nothing could knock him off that pedestal

Ever try telling your mum what was going on?

Once.

She was so angry,
I questioned if it was all in my head.

I'm sorry.

I'd faced what happened a long time ago.

But Emily hadn't.

She and my mother developed strategies
for burying their heads in the sand.

Mum put it down to my jealousy of Emily.

And Emily worked herself up into a stew
about human rights abuses in the Third World.

So much easier to bear
than those under your own roof.

So...

Wainwright wanting Emily sexually

and her wanting him back,

that forced Emily to confront
what she'd always known...

Look, our bedrooms
were next door to each other.

At the time, did you ever contemplate
going to the police?

With what?

I didn't have any Polaroids.

My sister and my mother would have
backed him up that I was some jealous freak.

And he was clever.

He always used a condom
and he never left a mark on me.

Having accepted the truth,

do you know if Emily confronted her father?

When she stopped phoning
and returning his calls,

well, he knew.

You know what I'm asking you, Lisa.

Hearing that accusation from Emily's mouth
may be more than he could stand.

As far as I know, she hadn't seen him
or my mother since she came to work for me.

He had a camera in every room.

Yeah.

And she thought he was helping
keep the freaks out.

He used button cameras painted the same
shade of magnolia as the walls and the ceiling.

Any footage from the night she was murdered?

Yeah, these are the last images of Emily.

At 11:05pm she leaves the flat.

This is a girl who's recently been stalked.

So whoever's on the end of that entry phone,
she knows and trusts.

But the taxi Wainwright booked for her
wasn't due for ten minutes.

And Wainwright was at the Bar Council dinner.

So he says.

He hasn't supplied us with an alibi yet.

There's another possibility.

If we scroll back a few hours,
we'll see that Emily... had a visitor.

You're kidding?

In a conversation with
Detective Sergeant Havers yesterday morning,

you said you hadn't seen your daughter
for months.

I didn't tell you because I knew
it had nothing to do with Emily's death.

I think you didn't tell us
because you'd had a row with her.

Even without the soundtrack
you can see you're having a row, can't you?

Did you come back and pick her up?

No.

Did you wait for her outside?

No. After I left, I drove straight home.

What time did you get there?

8:45.

Nine at the latest.

And what was the argument about?

None of your business.

Mr Proctor, you are helping the police
with their inquiries. You are not under arrest.

I can change that in an instant.

Then I'll need my lawyer, won't I?

I know what Lisa
thinks the argument was about.

Lisa poisoned Emily's mind
with the most diabolical lies.

Would you care to elaborate?

Groundless accusations that I abused Lisa
when she was a teenager.

It wasn't the first time
she'd come out with these stories,

so I couldn't understand why Emily
was suddenly giving them credence.

So this is you trying to persuade Emily
of your innocence?

- Just as you're trying to persuade me.
- I am innocent.

Then why didn't Emily believe you?

Because Lisa is a very cunning,
manipulative and...

- You nearly said seductive then, didn't you?
- Don't be disgusting.

Do you think it's all Lisa's fault?

What exactly am I being interviewed about -

my relationship with my stepdaughter
or my movements the night before last?

You tell me.

The two seem to be index-linked.

Look, you said Emily was killed after 11.

I was home by nine and in for the night.

You can ask my wife!

Mrs Proctor...

You put me in here on purpose, didn't you?

Was he home by nine?

Yes.

Are you sure?

- Mrs Proctor...
- I want to wait in my car.

We need you to corroborate
your husband's statement.

Mum.

Lisa, what are you doing here?

Don't you dare cover up for him.

You know what he's capable of.
You know what he did to me.

No. No, I don't.

- Was he at home when Emily was killed?
- Don't answer that, Deborah.

Where did he say he was?

- Looking at a car.
- But you weren't looking at a car, were you?

- I've made my statement.
- You were trying to win Emily back.

- But you couldn't because she'd faced the truth.
- She'd listened to your lies, certainly.

When did you get home?

Nine o'clock - hours before Emily was killed.

Is that true, Mum?

Yes.

Yes, it is.

Let's go, Deborah. Now.

Let's go.

I think your wife
has made her feelings clear, sir.

So, what do we do now, just let them go?

For the moment.

Ssh.

Come In.

Detective Sergeant Mills to see you.

- Retired in '99. Plain old Bob now.
- I appreciate this, Bob.

God...

Brings it all back.

So when did you first doubt
that it was a street robbery?

Her wallet had gone
but the gold necklace hadn't.

And her earrings were worth a bit too.

If you kill someone to rob 'em,
you're going to take the lot, right?

Right.

Carrie was stabbed right here.

She walked this way every day
and it was raining, so why the detour?

Well, because she was forced to.

No evidence she was dragged or manhandled.

And there was a bloke
working on his boat just down there.

He'd have heard something.

So you wondered if she was lured here.

Maybe by someone she knew.

Yeah, but why her fiancé?

Friends of the victim
said she was having doubts about the marriage

cos Wainwright had played away with an ex.

Did he provide an alibi?

Eventually.

To start with,
he said he'd been on his own in his chambers.

Then he suddenly remembers
his clerk dropping in.

Do you remember the name of the clerk?

A woman - Hester something.

Hester Reed? Well, she's still his clerk.

Well, she was very jumpy
when I interviewed her.

I was that close to breaking her.

But she stuck to her story... or his story.

You must have had more
to peg Wainwright as the killer?

When I first asked him for his alibi,
before I suspected him, he totally flipped.

Screamed at me that he'd lost his soul mate
and there I was adding insult to injury.

I thought, that's a nasty temper
if you can't control it in a police station.

Then when he smacked that bloke outside court
a couple of years ago, my blood ran cold.

Any firm evidence
that Carrie wanted to back out of the wedding?

No.

In fact, I had nothing.

Ended up calling in a few convicted muggers
for form's sake, then filing and forgetting.

Or trying to.

Carrie Hart's murder.

We must be able to use it.
Lightning doesn't strike twice.

Wainwright is a lawyer
and an exceptionally clever one

and he will say that it does strike twice.

Especially over 15 years.

And then he will maintain
that he has the luck of the devil

and that we should feel sorry for him

and not accuse him of killing
the two loves of his life.

And do we really believe that he did?

Well, I don't think he's a psychopath.

But I do think he's a brilliant man
with a big ego and an even bigger temper,

who hates to be denied.

Emily was denying him. Carrie's friends vouch
she was in two minds about the marriage.

So we're wasting our time trying to break him up
with what we have in the cupboard.

What about Hester?

Yeah. Loyalty incarnate, isn't she?

If we're right and she lied for him then,

she'll lie for him now.

Graham, how are you?

- Sorry, I can't talk.
- This is Detective Sergeant Havers.

Just two minutes of your time, please.

The last time I spoke to you, I nearly lost my job.

Wainwright called you in, did he?

What's the story with Wainwright
and Hester Reed?

How would I know?

Last time we spoke you proved yourself
a keen observer of human relations.

So I was right about Wainwright and Emily?

Tell me, are all clerks
as loyal and committed as Hester Reed?

I don't think she's like that with all the barristers.

- Just Wainwright.
- Some kind of strange glue there.

A few months ago,
he had a big bash for his birthday.

He rented a barge, 100-plus guests, the works.

Hester arranged the whole thing
and he never even invited her.

Sounds more like devotion than loyalty.

And over the last couple of days,
has that glue come unstuck at all?

I don't know about that.

But?

Well...

Yesterday he dumped some files on her desk
and split her coffee.

She completely freaked out,
bit his head off in front of everybody.

- How did Wainwright take that?
- He was so stunned, he just walked out.

But she'll pay for it down the line.

Maybe he just can't afford to let her go.

What makes you think that?

We've had our two minutes, Graham.
Thanks a lot.

Here you are.

Couldn't you have phoned?

- I've got somebody's lunch here.
- I bet I know whose.

When I suggested that Wainwright and Emily
had been having a relationship,

you said, "Your implication is offensive."

Which sounds like a denial.

But the implication was fact, and you knew it.

Were party to it. The flowers, the taxis...

It's a movable feast,
perverting the course of justice.

Even if we can't make it stick,
we can ruin your career.

But we don't really want to.

This is a novel take on good cop, bad cop.
I can't tell who's who.

15 years ago, did Wainwright coerce you
into supplying him with a false alibi?

No, he did not.

Come on, Hester. Haven't you been
protecting him for long enough?

I don't want to hear about this man who slays
corporate giants, scales Everest on days off.

- Of course you don't.
- I want to hear about the real Wainwright.

No-one knows him better than you.

So, come on, what does he do...

behind closed doors when things go wrong?

Does he shout? Does he throw things?
We know he hits people.

If Tony's hard on his staff,
he's even harder on himself.

I've heard battered wives say something similar.

- Oh, shut up.
- Oh, now we're communicating.

I've seen the way he treats you -

dismissing you from his presence
without a second glance.

He was upset.

- Does he always have that excuse?
- We have an understanding.

Well, understanding goes both ways.

But he expects you to sort out his plumbing,
lie for him in a murder inquiry.

I mean, what would he do for you,
if push came to shove?

Not much, I'd say,
given he barely acknowledges your existence.

He'd be lost without me.

He would be in jail without you, Hester.

Look, if you lied for him 15 years ago,
now is the time to tell us.

What's funny?

There's a bit of truth in everything you've said.

Yeah, he can be rude,
selfish and unappreciative.

But your attempts to paint him as an evil man
masquerading as a good one are laughable.

Laughable.

Maybe she's right about Wainwright.

I'm with Winston.

Lightning doesn't strike twice.

I could murder a cup of tea.

Your canvassing idea paid off.

Pizza delivery guy
cutting through the park at 11:30, 11:35,

saw an empty SUV
parked up on West Carriage Drive,

lights blazing inside and out.

Make? Registration?

But courtesy of DVLA, I can tell you
that Tony Wainwright drives one of these.

- Wow. We're getting closer.
- No, guys, I think there's a problem with all this.

OK, this is 11:05pm.

If it is Tony Wainwright
she's going down to meet, then...

well, he must have cut away from his
Bar Council dinner at 10:45 at the latest.

Where are we on his alibi?

The man himself hasn't got back to me yet
but I'm onto security at the Bar Council.

Now, if he meant to pick up Emily himself,
then why did he send a cab?

Maybe he'd forgotten he'd even booked it.

Driving over there was an impulsive,
drink-fuelled, libido-fuelled kind of thing.

OK, so why the detour through Hyde Park?

Same thing, really.

He couldn't wait any longer
for her to make good on her promise

that she wasn't going to let
her past ruin her future.

Then why not just go back to his place?

In case she still said no.

We know that Wainwright has a violent,
uncontrollable temper.

We know he likes sex in public.

No, no, look.

There are a dozen ways
from Kensal Rise to Notting Hill.

Not one goes through Hyde Park.

Maybe that's when she got spooked.

"What are we doing in the park
in the middle of the night?"

Square with why she jumped out of the car.

OK. Another question.

All right, say picking up Emily was an impulsive
thing. Why did he have a weapon in the car?

Hello.

Mm-hm. Lafferty.

Yes.

So, I've given the Carrie Hart evidence
the once-over.

And?

No substantive link with Emily's murder.

To be honest, I don't really know
what you were hoping to find.

No, neither do.

What about the good news, then?

- Well, there's some interesting news.
- 'I settle for interesting.

Just got word on the brown deposits
that we found in Emily Proctor's wounds.

Mm-hm.

Tellingly, they contain pyroxene,
Ca-rich plagioclase and hornblende.

Telling to you maybe.

That mineral assemblage
indicates that the rock is an andesite.

Volcanic?

Which chimes with the cast
I had made from the neck wound.

Looks to me like the head of a climbing axe.

That's more than interesting.

Mr Wainwright,
do you know what this is a picture of?

- A climbing axe.
- Do you own one?

- You can't just march in here.
- It's fine. Yes.

- Where is it?
- Either at home or in my boot.

- Back of your Land Rover?
- Yes.

- And where's that?
- Outside in the car park.

Mind if we continue this conversation
in my office?

First you'll need to read this.
It's a warrant to search your vehicle.

And we'll need the keys too.

Lafferty.

The Land Rover.

So, what kind of lawyer is he? Criminal?

Quite possibly.

Depends what we find in here.

How did you travel to your Bar Council dinner
two nights ago?

Cab.

- They'll be a record of that?
- No. I hailed it in the street.

Oh, so there won't be a record of that.

Sure you didn't take your Land Rover?

Positive. I knew I'd be drinking,
so I left it outside in the car park.

- Who were you sitting next to at the dinner?
- I was table-hopping like a tart.

Can't remember who I was next to by the end.

- Is that the best you can do?
- Listen, I'd had a lot to drink, all right?

- When did you leave?
- Around 11.

- Were there speeches?
- I may have left before the speeches.

Why?

- Because I couldn't wait to see Emily.
- So you drove over to her flat.

- Now, how would I do that without my car?
- All right, then, what did you do?

Just.. walked the mile or so home. Ran, in fact.

Why the hurry?

Because every day without her had been hell.

Finally you thought you could
have your way with her?

To the extent that you can't separate love and
the act of love, that may have crossed my mind.

Yes, so what?

Emily could separate them, though.

That's what drove you mad.

You've got this so wrong. I wasn't
some pissed-up predator. I was happy.

I was laughing, singing,
greeting strangers in the street,

because I was going to see the woman I love.

And what if after all that she still denied you,
she still kept you waiting?

That why you went through the park?
In case it came to it, you could force the issue.

You're not going to trap me, Lynley.
I didn't have my car.

Leucomalachite green.

Reacts with the peroxidase in blood.

When will we know if it's Emily's blood?

Old-school blood test today.

DNA, 48 hours?

15 years ago, Carrie Hart was going to
back out of your wedding.

You've been speaking to DS Mills.
What a surprise.

Because you had slept with an ex-girlfriend
and she felt she couldn't trust you,

like I can't trust you now.

Carrie forgave me.
She wasn't backing out of anything.

DS Mills warned me about that temper.

DS Mills was a thug and a bully,
and a crap detective to boot.

He was smart enough to squeeze you
into providing a false alibi.

Prove it.

You're not a good loser, are you,
Mr Wainwright?

The chairman of UAD Oil would testify to that.

Did you actually break his nose?

No, you're right. I'm a terrible loser.

The girl I was going to spend the rest of my life
with is stabbed to death like an animal

and that bastard Mills tries to blame it on me.

Have you any idea how that feels?

I was 26 years old.

If you were innocent,
why did you get Hester Reed to lie for you?

She's still lying for you now, isn't she?

15 years on.

Do you really think that's fair on her?

Do you really think that's right?

I have nothing more to say.

We're keeping the pressure up on Hester.
This time I'm sure she'll do the right thing.

- Leave her out of this.
- Only you can do that.

Do you admit to
conspiracy to providing a false alibi in 1991?

No, I do not.

Yes?

We'll be right down.

Found this in the boot.

It smells like it's been washed with bleach
really recently.

But if we can't get blood from it,
it's not disastrous.

Why did you take the trouble to clean it
and then put it back in the car?

Look, I can't tell you how or why
but someone has set me up here.

You don't have to take my word for it.

On my way home I walked down to Kensington
High Street past banks, building societies,

jewellers...
Most of my journey would be caught on CCTV.

Last night, at your house, Hester Reed
said your car was outside, didn't she?

Was that because she'd driven it back
So you could drink at your party

- and it'd still be there in the morning?
- Yes.

- Does she do that a lot?
- Never asked her to. She just offers.

What about the night Emily died?

- She said she was going to bring the car back.
- But she didn't.

Oh, my God.

Does she have a set of keys?

In light of that,
I'm going to ask you one last time:

15 years ago,

did Hester Reed stop by your office
on the afternoon your fiancée was murdered?

No.

All this time,
we thought she was giving you the alibi.

Graham, where's Hester Reed?

She just left.

- Where did she go?
- To drop something off with the steward.

- At the main gate?
- Yeah.

- I'll' see if I can catch her up.
- She seemed really upset.

She might have gone home.
It's within walking distance.

- Have you got her address?
- It's on file in my office.

- I need to see where she went.
- Straight through.

Havers?

What's going on? I've just seen Wainwright.

- Where?
- Heading for the library.

They're looking for you.

For me?

They are barking up the wrong tree, aren't they?

I need you to look me in the eye
and tell me that.

Just give me a minute, could you?

Emily...

Carrie...

They weren't right for you.

It wouldn't have worked out, not long-term.

I spared you a lot of pain and hassle.

What in God's name gives you the right...

The right?

Because I loved you unconditionally.
That's what gave me the right.

And compared to me,
they didn't know the first thing about you.

Come on, Tony. You work hard, you play hard.
That's what makes you tick.

Marriage, kids - that's just not you.

I'll guess I'll never find out, will I?

Look at your career.

It's gone the way it's gone because
it's the only thing you ever had to worry about.

- Because you took care of everything else?
- Well, didn't I?

Yes, you did.

I always had your best interests at heart.

Killing the only two women
I was ever in love with?

You didn't love them.

- Let go!
- Wainwright!

Next time you say you're taking the day off,
take the day off.

Sound advice, Havers.

Sound advice.