Thought you were on leave today, sir?
I was... I am... Why? 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's too obvious? Hyde Park.
From dusk till dawn this place belonged to a gang of vagrants
whose favourite method of despatch...was the garrotte.
Well, we can rule out copycats in this story. She was stabbed.
Do we know who she was? Yeah, er...
Driver's licence says Emily Proctor, 23, lived in Kensal Rise, west London.
Winston. Sir.
Who found the body? Litter collection guys.
Apparently they clear the park, first light, seven days a week.
Impressively they'd 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.
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?
Well, it would help if we knew which direction she came from.
Sorry - no footprints, ground's too hard.
Exsanguination.
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. 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 was 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 of weeks ago - bloke she worked with.
A lawyer?
Nice lad - Darren - fixed me 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 maybe someone was botherin' her.
A stranger or an ex-boyfriend or something? Sorry.
Thanks, Mr O'Neill.
Well, looks like we might have a suspect.
Yeah, 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?
Oh.
You know, all these cards are the same and they are all blank.
Must be 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.
Well, could be unwanted admirer? It would fit with the entry phone. Yeah, but why keep the flowers?
Get Winston to find out who the florist is, more importantly the sender.
Informing the parents?
Here...
that's their address.
I'll check out this work mate 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?
Ah... 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?
Well, it's all a bit of a fairytale, 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,
afraid we don't know the surname.
Well, there's no Darren anybody here. What's this about? Are you sure?
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 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.
Ms Reed, everyone I've spoken to seems to think that 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.
Er, did she shadow him?
I'd need to check the records. Why don't we just ask Mr Wainwright?
I'm afraid Mr Wainwright's due in court in a minute. Ooh, is he? 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?
Well, 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.
Well, had she been here?
It's ridiculous. Every time we arranged to meet, someone was ill or 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.
Ms Reed has been very helpful but was unable to give me
an explanation as to why Emily didn't continue her pupillage.
I did give you an explanation. I beg your pardon - I should have said 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 came to work for me. What happened then?
It was a throw-away comment, Inspector.
How very un-lawyer like. I take that as a compliment.
Did she shadow you?
Yes.
There you are, Ms Reed. No need to check your records.
Have any other pupils shadowed you recently?
No. No...
no, because pupils don't generally shadow QCs, do they?
Especially not the most eminent QC in chambers.
I admit it was unorthodox.
Was there anything else unorthodox about your relationship with Emily? Your implication is offensive.
Hester, why don't you go back to your office? It's OK. Martin's 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.
Who's 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? How many these did you have?
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 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.
Ultimately I had regretfully to respect her decision.
I'm sorry - I have to go.
Mr Wainwright, this is a murder enquiry, and you'll go when I've finished 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 perpetrated by a British company,
and Scotland Yard never sent so much as a constable. Kenya's a little off our patch, sir.
If it'd been a pretty backpacker in Australia you'd have sent half of CID.
Now, what were those questions?
I'm sorry, Martin, the interlocutory is on the 15th - you'll have to speak to me nearer the time...
Ms 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, thank you.
Also a list of all the cases she'd been working on, however, um...
however fleetingly. Of course.
Mr Marshall, I asked you to get those papers over to Mallories half an hour ago, the clients are waiting.
Ms Reed, can I...? I don't tell you how to draft pleadings, Mr Ingram.
Don't tell me how to organise my pupils. Thank you for your time.
Graham!
You wanted to talk to me. That wasn't just my imagination, was it?
I think I know why Emily left.
Go on. She had a fixation with Wainwright.
I mean, she had her sights set on working here... No, no, 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, but the details seemed sketchy.
Why do you assume it was Wainwright?
Well, about a week later I was working late in the library and I saw them leaving together.
What - 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 low-down on Tony Wainwright QC.
I seem to remember him getting the wrong kind of headlines a couple of years ago.
What? No...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's got quite a reputation, you know? What for?
Playing as hard as he works.
It's probably why his clerk didn't want to leave me alone with him in his office.
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 court room.
OK, let's say Wainwright and Emily did have a fling. So what?
Look, it's not the fling, it's the fall out.
You should have seen how beautiful his wife is in the picture on his desk.
Well, it 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. No, 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 the way to be coming a barrister and then gives it all up. Why?
Sir? Oh, anything on Wainwright?
Well, it wasn't a photographer he hit. It was the chairman of UAD Oil.
Wainwright spent three years fighting a case on behalf of the people of Bolivia.
Yeah and lost. But he knows how to lighten up -
one spent drink driving conviction, possession of a class A drug.
Which one? Cocaine, and cautions for having sex in public.
How does a QC weather those kind of storms? Well, he argued that the offences had no bearing
on his right and ability to perform his function, plus he's the best.
People make exceptions. Well, people shouldn't.
Sir... Do we know where Emily was working when she left Wainwright's?
We're tracing the payment code on her bank statement.
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.
Look, it never would have crossed my mind to ask you to come 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. Er, hey. Two minutes? No, it is important.
Er, we've got a result on Emily's bank statement.
For the last four months, she's been working for a media company in Dalston.
Dalston? It's hardly the white-hot centre of the media world, is it?
Well, 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.
If I don't leave now, I'm going to miss my own lecture.
Well, why don't we do something...
later? Busy. The vice chancellor's invited me round for drinks.
Has he? And is this a courtesy he extends to all new members of staff?
I have absolutely no idea.
Hmm...is he married?
Jealous?
Helen and I...
Sir? Staying friends...
what d'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, yeah. I looked up Tony Wainwright in Who's Who.
Yeah, you know just to get the fuller picture. Very resourceful.
Yeah, he's got a longer entry than you and it's not inherited.
Oh, it's a good job we're friends, Havers.
He really likes to get under the skin of corrupt governments and businesses.
So you didn't learn anything new.
Actually, Mr Wainwright's hobbies include drinking beer and rock climbing.
In fact, in 2001 he took part in a successful attempt at Mount Everest.
It's all been downhill for him from there, then(?) Ooh... still, pretty impressive and, um...
Anything else?
Yeah. He's never been married. Really?
Well, who's 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... I'm sorry.'
Yeah, all right, we understand. If you could just let us in, please?
No-one here yet. That's OK.
Can you tell me what kind of media company this is? Oh, I don't know.
Oh, a reception desk without a receptionist.
Nice hours, eh? Er, what time do the staff normally come in?
Oh, please, I have next job now.
No, no, no, let her go, let her go.
We can have a nose around.
What about a warrant?
Witness admitted us to the building, fled the scene.
What about a warrant?!
Well, doing all right for part-timers.
Yeah, it's quite well organised too, yeah. Even pay their VAT, look.
Come on, let's keep looking round.
Through here.
Ah, a light industrial space... but no industry.
No. Whatever they were doing here, they've stopped doing it.
What do we think Emily's been paid to do for the last four months?
Hard to tell.
Whoa!
Interesting DVD collection.
Interesting collection.
It looks like some kind of film set.
Well, maybe Emily was in the office helping with their legal work.
Well, I hope so. Cos 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.
But don't worry - we're not Vice. We're here investigating the murder of a young woman.
You think I've something to fear from Vice? Our parent company's a PLC.
Why don't we start with your names and what kind of business you're running here?
My name is Lisa Conroy, and this is a licensed entertainment studio.
Are you Emily Proctor's older sister?
Yes.
Er, I'm sorry, Ms Conroy, we have some bad news for you.
Emily was found dead this morning.
It's her murder we're investigating.
It...it can't be Emily. I spoke to her last night.
It must be some sort of mistake... it...
I'm so sorry. It's all right, Darren.
Excuse me. Would you be the Darren who installed the video entry system in her flat?
Yes, he is, at my request.
Darren's 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 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.
Plus Darren was off as well.
Oh, really? Why?
My mum was ill.
I'm her principal carer.
Wasn't it a little weird watching your sister...?
When Emily left chambers, she 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.
Ms 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 cafe near her flat.
She said he was quite amusing. They were chatting about this and that and suddenly he called her Brie.
Brie? It's Emily's on-camera name. I never let them use their real ones.
Like that? Mmm.
How did she react when she realised he was a punter?
She left the cafe, walked around till she was sure he wasn't following her and then came and 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.
Yeah. Fine.
What was she like?
Emily? Well, I didn't really know her.
Oh, but you fitted her video entry system.
Yeah, just cos Lisa asked me to.
Well, was she like the other girls?
Er... No, she was nicer.
Bit more friendly. In what way?
Well, 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 cafe where she was approached for instance.
I wanted to go to the police. I really did,
but Emily was adamant we didn't, so I had Darren install the entry phone.
Was Emily due in the studio tonight?
Yes. And Tanner's 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, but at the moment, that's it, no more.
What - no arrest? I want to see if he's got a guilty conscience first.
Oh, Winston called. He's put some names to the numbers on Emily's mobile. Anyone interesting?
Yeah. She called her old place of work yesterday at five o'clock.
The call lasted just under half an hour.
Tony Wainwright or... or someone else, I wonder.
Well, the call's logged to the main number, but Winston's finding out.
Oh, what about the flowers? Oh, no, he didn't mention the flowers.
OK, first point of interest...
given this day and age, and the fact that the victim was 23...
is that she was a virgin.
You 100% on that?
110. Virgo intacta.
What about cause of death?
Two stab wounds.
Same implement?
Well, I found traces of what looks like rust in both wounds...
A knife.
The wound's too broad and crooked...
more like a curved spike.
I'm going to run up a rubberised mould. Anything else?
Well, 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've hit the ground with speed and rolled over.
So she jumped or was pushed from a car?
That's my guess. She jumped -
explains why the killer chased her.
Yeah, but 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?
What - to stop her escaping? No, that would've been from behind, wouldn't it?
Well, however she got it, there's the beginning of bruising, so she was definitely still alive.
And that's it for the moment.
Thanks.
Oh, by the way. The parents want to see the body,
first thing tomorrow. OK? Sure.
Er, 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. Right.
OK, these gates...north and south of West Carriage Drive,
through Serpentine road to here, are closed between midnight and 5am.
Lafferty said that the body temperature would argue time of death 3am, maybe earlier.
No, definitely earlier. If she fell or jumped from a car here, had to have been before midnight.
Winston, what about those flowers? Tried 67 florists in north-west 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.
Arghhhh!
Oh, black light's 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 here to the park and she's so scared she doesn't even clock the fence.
Well, given where the body was found, the killer must've chased her on foot.
Which means they must've left their vehicle here for two, three minutes minimum.
Havers, I want you to get uniform to canvas this road until it closes for the next few nights.
Must be a jogger or a cyclist or a taxi driver who saw something.
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. Yep, go on.
Guess what he does when he's not threatening girls in chat rooms?
What? Deputy Director of Holloway Council.
All right, good work - keep watching.
Emily was normally on screen two.
How exactly will Tanner show his hand?
Oh, you've got a video. It was the most respectable footage we could find.
Still feels wrong. D'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, Darren.
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.
Lostboy just logged 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 bit too upset for someone who hardly even knew Emily.
Look, if you had a soft spot for her, then it's not going to make you a prime suspect.
But, if you're holding out on us, then...
Most of these girls treat me like I'm not even here.
But not Emily?
Nah, 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.
But 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 gonna 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 cos 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.
Lostboy is requesting a one-to-one with Brie.
Request granted.
"Hi, Brie..." Well, er, why was he so late?
"Gonna tell me why you kept me waiting?"
"I'm just glad you're OK"?
"Why wouldn't I be OK?"
"No reason."
Push him.
"Why you so polite tonight?"
"Take your top off." Walked into that one.
Tease him. He kept us waiting.
"Not so fast."
"Take your top off NOW."
"First, tell me what's going on with us?"
"You're not Brie." Right, he's on to us.
Winston?
Gotcha!
I work hard, and pornography relaxes me, all right?
What - you've only ever used the web to buy CDs and book train tickets?
"Do it, 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.
Ugh, I think it was a bit more personal than that. You wanted to get closer.
Yeah and you did. You approached her in a cafe.
That's ridiculous.
You even got into a conversation with her, which went very well until, of course, 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. If you weren'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?
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, all right? But you thought she was.
No.
The conversation in the cafe... we know the date and the time it took place. Great. I wasn't there.
Ah, so 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.
Erm, give us a couple of hours, we'll be happy to oblige.
You're bluffing. No, no, no - they keep it for a year. You know, it's an insurance thing.
Let me give you some advice.
If you're gonna change your story, don't do it when your back's against the wall
and everything you tell us we already know.
Yeah, and make it a positive choice, one that reflects well on your character.
So you followed her, you followed her to the cafe.
How would I know where to find her?
Well, as Deputy Council Director, it can't be hard to get a sight of the studio's entertainment licence.
Yeah, and that's where you picked up her trail, isn't it?
So you went to her work, and then what?
I followed her home.
I just wanted to watch her.
But you went one step further - you talked to her in the cafe.
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.' Well, just wanted to know how it all went.
'Ooh, sorry, yeah, I did get your message, but I haven't had a second, but everything went fine.'
Good. Great.
'Look, sorry, I'd better go. I'll talk to you later. Bye!'
Bye.
Hey, erm...
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.
He's just 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.
Course he does. ..Come on, Havers.
Surely it's just a question of finding the leak and patching it up.
Mr Wainwright is a very 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, Ms Reed?
I'd have thought a policeman would understand a simple system of hierarchical responsibility.
Oh, yeah.
No, he's the governor all right, but if he ever asked me to send
his flowers for him, then I'd tell him where to...plant them.
She would too, you know.
Ah, here's 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 went 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...
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've done, of course. I was...
in shock.
Is that the only reason?
There are elements within Chambers jealous of my reputation and 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.
Or 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, just that it reminded her of something terrible.
Did you try to talk to her about it?
She wouldn't, so 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.
Ah, 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? Eleven.
She wasn't there.
Driver waited for ten minutes and then left.
I just thought she'd changed her mind.
Excuse me.
We're gonna need an alibi to confirm your presence at the dinner.
Not a problem.
Who's the lady in this picture?
Why? Cos there's a photograph on your desk of her wearing a wedding dress and you're not married.
You DO do your detective work, detective.
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.
So when did you last see Darren?
I was just walking to my car when I saw him.
He must've 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's another reason why he took her death so personally?
Yeah, well, he said his was with his mum the night that Emily died. We'd better check that again.
Fine, but I don't want you losing sight of Wainwright, all right? Why? He's been quite open about Emily.
Oh, 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 very thoroughly.
And, Winston, I need you to look for Carrie Hart, who was his fiancee murdered in 1991.
I'll order up the file.
Terrible thing to say, but it's kind of admirable really, isn't it?
What, killing yourself at 22?
Being so much in love with someone that you can't see life without them.
Well, he never had 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, bye.
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.
Oh, I mean, "Oh, God - it's late."
It's fine. As you've counselled before, we'll see what happens.
Er, let's not see what happens, hmm?
Don't you dare bloody say that unless you mean it.
I mean it.
Then promise me,
if it happened again...
Why...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 break-up, Tommy.
Not "I don't want to."
I can't.
Neither can I.
Morning! Morning!
Carrie Hart - Wainwright's first murdered girlfriend. Fiancee.
Maybe he's got commitment issues.
Yes, it's Detective Inspector Lynley here.
I'm looking for Detective Sergeant...Robert Mills - worked out of Lambeth Central, 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?
Mr Proctor, I'm really not allowed to discuss this with you.
Well, whoever it was, we know who really killed her. Sweetheart...
Lisa had to drag her into her sordid little world. Guy, please!
Ah, 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.
Gotta get on.
She had something, didn't she, your sister?
Oh, 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, er, she had a boyfriend in college, and in this day and age...
Look, 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.
Was that related to her getting back in touch with you?
You might say that.
Winston? Look.
The landlord said he hadn't rented out the basement since it flooded.
Mains pipe flooded Christmas before last.
I'm still fighting with the insurance people.
I don't have the key. It's missin'.
Well, when Darren fitted your video entry system, did he borrow those keys?
Yeah, he needed to 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!
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.
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.
Did you 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 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 have been more than he could stand.
Well, 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.
Do we have any footage from the night that 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 other end of that entry phone she knows and trusts.
But the taxi Wainwright booked for her wasn't due for ten minutes.
And Wainwright himself is 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 a 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, 9 at the latest.
And what was the argument about?
None of your business.
Mr Proctor, you're helping the police with their enquiries,
you're 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? Well, 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, I'm afraid.
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 face 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!
No.
Let's go!
I think your wife has made her feelings perfectly clear, sir.
So what do we do now - just let him go?
For the moment.
Come in.
Detective Sergeant Mills to see you.
Retired in '99. Plain old Bob now.
I appreciate this, Bob.
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 gonna 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 fiance?
Friends of the victim said she was having doubts about the marriage cos Wainwright'd 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 - 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've 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 here I was adding insult to injury.
I thought, that's a nasty temper, and 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, I can tell you.
You got any firm evidence that Carrie wanted to back out of the wedding? Nah.
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. I mean, Emily was denying him.
Carrie's friends vouch that 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?
Loyalty incarnate, isn't she?
If 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.
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?
Well, the 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.
Few months ago, he had a big bash for his birthday.
He rented a barge, hundred-plus guests, the works.
Hester arranged the whole thing, then 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 spilt 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.
Thanks a lot.
Here you are.
You should've phoned. I've got somebody's lunch here.
I bet I know whose. When I politely suggested this morning
Tony 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.
You know what a moveable feast perverting the course of justice is.
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 Tony Wainwright coerce you into supplying him 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, who scales Everest on his days off.
Course you don't. I want to hear about the real Tony 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 hallowed presence without so much
as a second glance... He was upset. Oh, does he always have that excuse?
We have an understanding. Well, understanding goes both ways.
He expects you to sort out his plumbing, lie for him in a murder enquiry...
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.
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.
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.
Now we're getting closer. No, I'm sorry, 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 he must've cut away from his Bar Council dinner at, what, 10.45 at the latest?
Where are we on his alibi?
The man himself hasn't got back to me yet, but I'm on to 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, no, look.
There are a dozen ways from Kensal Rise to Notting Hill and not one of them goes through Hyde Park.
Maybe that's when she got spooked. "What are we doing in the park in the middle of the night?"
It would square with why she jumped out the car.
OK. Another question.
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 I.
What about the good news, then?
Well, there's some interesting news. I'll settle for interesting.
Just got word back on the brown deposits that we found in Emily Proctor's wounds.
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.
SIRENS WAIL
Mr Wainwright,
do you know what this is a picture of? A climbing axe.
Do you own such a thing? You can't just march in here!
Hester, it's fine. ..Yes, I do. 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. Do you mind if we continue this conversation in my office?
Absolutely. First read this. It's a warrant to search your vehicle. And, er, 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.
There'll be a record of that?
No, I hailed it in the street.
Ah, so there won't be a record of that. Are you 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, to be honest.
I 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.
And finally you thought you could have your way with her? Ha!
To the extent that you can't separate love and the act of love, that may've crossed my mind. Yes, so what?
Emily could separate them though, couldn't she?
That's what drove you mad. You've got this so wrong. I wasn't some predator. I was happy.
I was laughing and singing, greeting strangers in the street, because I was gonna see the woman I love.
And what if after all that, she still denied you, she still kept you waiting?
Is that why you went through the park, just 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.
Leuco Malachite Green...
reacts with the peroxidase in blood.
Arghh!
When will we know if it's Emily's blood?
Old-school blood test - today. DNA - 48 hours.
15 years ago, Carrie Hart was gonna back out of your wedding, wasn't she?
You've been speaking to DS Mills. What a surprise(!) Because, Mr Wainwright, you had slept
with an ex-girlfriend and she felt she couldn't trust you any longer, just like I can't trust you now.
Carrie had forgiven 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 gonna spend the rest of my life with is stabbed to death in the street like an animal,
and that 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?
And do you really think that's fair on her?
Do you really think that's right?
I have nothing more to say. Don't worry - 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.
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 clean it and 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 Kensington High Street past banks, building societies, jewellers.
I bet most of my journey would be caught on CCTV.
Last night at your house, Hester Reed said, "Your car's outside," didn't she?
Was that because she'd driven it back, so you could have a drink
at your party and it would still be there in the morning? Yes. Does she do that a lot?
I've 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 the 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 fiancee 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? Said she was going to drop something off with the steward.
At the main gate? Yeah. I'll see if I can catch her up.
Erm, she seemed really upset. She might have gone home. She lives within walking distance.
Have you got her address? It's on file in my office.
I need to see where she worked. 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, Hester?
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. Well, I guess I'll never find out, will I?
Look at your career.
It's gone the way it's gone because that'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.
Including killing the only two women I was ever in love with?
You didn't love them.
Ah!
Let go! WAINWRIGHT!
Next time you say you're taking the day off, take the day off.
Sound advice, Havers, sound advice.