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Our killer came back.

He was searching
for something.

We missed something.

Let's organize a search,
inside and out.

The killer may have left
empty handed.

I suppose that
rules out Halliwell

seeing as he's with us.

Bring the others in.

I've been here for two hours.

I don't appreciate
uniformed officers

turning up at my clinic.

Do I need a solicitor?

You're not being interviewed
under caution,

but would you like a solicitor?

Where were you last night
between 7:00 and 10:00 p.m.?

Last night?
I was with Barbara.

She came over to my apartment.

Stayed until around 10:30.

Why?

How did Lady Barbara
and Sir Paul meet?

I played rugby with Hugo Berowne

Paul's older brother.

So, she met both of them
through me.

She and Hugo were?

They were what, friends?

They went out together
for a while

before he died.

And then Paul's wife died and...

Is there anything else
you'd like to tell me

about Barbara?

Barbara and I are in love.

Have been for years.

Just didn't realize it in time.

I've got that thing, you know?

You, you see a policeman

and you start thinking,
"I've done something wrong."

Not that you're
a scary policeman...

policewoman.
I'm sorry.

I'll shut up.

Where were you last night,
Mr. Swayne?

Between the hours
of 7:00 and 10:00?

Why?
I-is Barbie okay?

Your sister's fine.

Last night.
Right. Uh...

Well, I had dinner at about 6:30

and then I went to my local,

The Craven Arms.

Bruno was with me
most of the time.

Bruno Jacques?
Who you live with?

Yes. He left some time around
a quarter to eight

I think and I stayed on
for a couple of hours.

I know a lot of the crowd
in there, so...

Sometimes I thought
Paul must have guessed...

other times, I..

I really thought he had no idea.

To be honest, I don't think
he would have done

anything anyway.

He was depressed.

That's my professional opinion.

He'd changed.

The whole bloody business
with the girl

Jeanie whatever...

it was blighting his career.

Sit down, please.

-It's alright.
-In what way is this alright?

I've told them about us.

It was right for them to know.

"I was with Stephen, my cousin"

"at his flat from 6:00
until 10 o'clock."

Well, at least
your stories match.

Because they're not stories.

I assume there'll be witnesses
to your being in the flat

between those times?
Night shift cleaners?

I'm sure there'll be someone.

Are you going to tell us
what happened last night?

Can we talk about the
night Jeanie Travers drowned?

Did you see anyone else
on the riverbank

before you went into the water?

Any of the other party guests,
staff?

No, no.
I told the Inquest.

It was cold,
we were the only ones mad enough

to be near the river.

You didn't see Sir Paul Berowne?

No.
No, he wasn't there that night.

You went into the water first,
didn't you?

Yes. Jeanie took longer
to get her things off so...

And you almost reached the boat

and your other friends
when you looked back

and realized she wasn't there.

How long was that gap in time?

Two minutes.
Three maybe.

And when you went back
to find her, she was lifeless

and you told the Inquest
that her foot was caught

in some weeds.
Is that right?

Yes.
Well, I think so. I...

I mean,
we were looking around for her

and we saw her hand come up
out of the water

s-sort of grasping at the air...

and when we reached her...

Yes, yes,
t-there were definitely weeds

caught around her foot.

How sure are you
that you saw her hand?

And that she was alive
when you saw her hand?

I don't know.

I suppose
we can't be completely sure,

but we just assumed.

I'm sorry,
w-why are you asking me this?

Oh, God...

What, you think
someone killed her?

Paul?

It's just a line of inquiry.

I spoke on the telephone earlier
to Sir Paul's solicitor.

You're the chief beneficiary
of his will.

I'm his wife.

There's a modest legacy
for Ms. Matlock...

-Jolly good.
-And of course...

Lady Lavinia
retains the right

to live in Campden Hill House
until her death.

Lucky she's so old.

Don't be crass.

Did Sir Paul know
about your affair?

-No.
-I think he did.

I think he'd found out
and I think that contributed

to his state of mind
before his death.

You can think what you like.

Was he threatening
you with divorce?

Because that wouldn't have
suited you at all, would it?

The majority of the money
is tied up in that house...

That house worth, what?

A...a million?

Divorce would have been an end
to your dream of inheriting it.

Walthamstow.

A far cry from Holland Park.

Can't have been an easy place
to grow up.

You really are muck-rakers.

Single mother.

Where was your father?

Dom and I are bastards.

Yes, we had our mother...

the drunk, the family shame.

We were nothing.

No one wanted us.

I'm not ashamed of it.

I use it.

So, don't judge me.

I'm not judging you.

I'm thinking you worked
very hard

to get where you are.

I've got Stephen now.

Divorce, or no divorce...

I'd have been just fine.

Would she, Mr. Lampart?

Because I've been looking
into your finances.

The negligence case against you,
which you lost

it cost you thousands.

The clinic's mortgaged
to the hilt...

Well, lots of businesses
are run on that basis.

But Sir Paul's money
will be extremely useful.

Paul's money will be mine
not Stephen's.

This is all conjecture.

The priest
at St. Matthew's Church

was attacked last night.
He's in a critical condition.

We believe the
attack is connected

to the attack on Sir Paul.

We don't know anything
about that.

We've never been to that church

and we've never seen him before.

We're going to leave now.

Unless you're gonna
charge us?

I reckon she didn't
know about his financial stuff.

Agreed.

He wouldn't have any trouble
getting the money

out of her though.

We've got our motive.

Swayne?

He's certain he didn't see
anyone on the bank,

but there was
a two to three minute gap.

If Halliwell
is telling the truth

then Sir Paul could
have got to her.

And as a suspect?

I'm not sure.

He reckons he's got an alibi
for last night.

He ain't got it in him.

He's a fully paid-up member
of the John Inman Club.

He shacked up
with his boyfriend.

Doesn't mean he couldn't have
been involved though.

Morning all.

Bruno Jacques confirms he was

with Swayne in the pub,

but he said he left
sometime just after 7:00

which is earlier
than Swayne said.

Jacques is going away today,

but he's left me
a contact number.

Also I went to the pub
last night,

landlord and a couple of others

say Swayne
was definitely in there,

but none of them
were sure of timing.

So he could have slipped out
at some point.

I couldn't find
anyone at the clinic

to vouch for Stephen Lampart,
or Barbara Berowne,

but there is a separate
entrance to the flat

up some stairs round the back,

so it's possible
she went in that way.

Also possible they both went out
that way without being seen.

-Find out what car he drives.
-Yep.

And the same with Swayne.
And Barbara.

Let's find out if any of them
drive a black car

that could be our vehicle
at the scene.

Did we ever find out
who Berowne was visiting

in hospital, the first time
he went to the church?

Yes. Norman Hurrell,
his constituency agent.

The nurses on the ward told me

Sir Paul visited your
husband several times.

Yes. Sir Paul was a lovely man.
Thoughtful.

They had a strong friendship.

Did your husband happen to say
whether Sir Paul

had confided anything
during his visits?

Any particular troubles or...

Norman wouldn't have told me,
if it had been a confidence.

Tragic really that they went
within

days of each other.

I actually rang
to speak to Sir Paul

on the day he died.

I wanted to tell him
about the funeral arrangements.

You mean you rang him last
Monday? Rang him where?

-Campden Hill House.
-What time was that?

In the evening,
just after 6:00.

Lady Lavinia answered.

She checked Sir Paul's diary
for me.

She consulted his diary?

Yes.

I'm investigating
two brutal murders.

Three, most likely.

If you all continue
to lie to me

either directly,
or by omission

I will discover your lies
and I will prosecute you

for perverting
the course of justice.

And you will go to prison.

Last chance.

The diary was in the drawer
at 6 o'clock that evening.

I did check it
and I then replaced it.

Then I went up to my room
to wait for Mattie

to bring me my supper.

I have no idea how it came
to be in that church.

So you lied?

Did you hear what she said?

Why would you lie?

Did you send him to kill Paul?

What possible motive
could I have for harming Paul?

Whereas you had
a cast-iron motive

or you thought you did.

Paul told me
about you and Lampart.

His old and trusted friend.

Paul didn't need to tell me,

it's been written all over
your slutty face for months.

Bitch!

You know, I may be forced
to let you live here,

but I'm going to make it
so fucking horrible for you

that you'd rather go
anywhere else!

You don't speak to her
like that!

So be it.

I was hoping to deal with this
privately.

What is that?

Witnessed by Harry Mack.

-And you.
-There had to be two of us...

So, I brought Mack
in from the porch.

It's a will.

So, you were at that church?

You've been telling us
a pack of lies.

Paul called me
shortly after Mrs. Hurrell...

he asked me to go
to St. Matthew's.

Halliwell drove me.
We arrived at...

Around
twenty to seven.

That morning, she had confessed
to him about her affair.

Cousins...

just legal I suppose.

Then he told me they argued

and he'd told her
he wanted a divorce...

That's not true.

And he wanted her

and her wretched brother

out of his life
and certainly out of this house.

Then he told me
he wanted to make a new will

there and then.

Paul left everything to me.

After my death it passes
to a distant relative

the title...

this house...
he inherits everything.

No, no, no. This is...
This won't work.

Paul does have an heir.

I'm carrying his child.

Oh, he told me you'd say that.

He also told me

he hadn't touched you
for six months.

-That baby is Lampart's.
-That's...

-You and your child...
-Shut up...

-...are bastards.
-Shut up!

Did you really think you could
go on living here in my home

and raise your cuckoo child

as Paul's?

We left the church
at twenty past seven.

Sir Paul was alive.

Why didn't you tell us
any of this?

Because this is Berowne family
business.

Paul's conscience,
Paul's decisions

were no one else's concern.

Paul's conscience about what?

For the death of his
first wife?

Death of Jeanie Travers?

Do you not want to know
who murdered your son?

"After the first death,
there is no other."

Leave her!

I need new statements
from you all.

-Mr. Swayne!
-Mr. Lampart! Mr. Lampart!

Mr. Swayne, do you
have any comment to make?

Interesting who turns up
to an inquest.

His wife didn't make it,
nor his mother.

They will have been told
the adjournment was a formality.

It's been a very sad
time for all of us.

I don't particularly have
much to say.

Ms. Wharton.

So sorry
about Father Barnes.

Thank you, dear.

You did well in there.

You and Darren.

I thought we'd have to say more
than we did.

You probably will, eventually.

-Oh, sorry, do you mind if I...
-Oh, 'course.

You spoke very well, Darren.

So nice and clear.

Everyone's pleased with you.

I've missed you on the tow path.

Been at school.

Good.

Yes.
That's quite right.

You'll be cleverer
than you are already.

I have to clean
the statues in the church

tomorrow afternoon.

Would you like to help me?

After school of course.

Darren?

Yeah.
Alright.

Lovely.

You work at Mr. Lampart's
clinic, don't you?

What's your name?

Theresa Nolan.

I'm Kate Miskin.

DS Miskin.

Look...whatever it is
that you want to tell me...

I can see that
this is hard for you.

It doesn't have to be
official...

not if you don't want it to be.

Is this something to do
with Sir Paul Berowne's death?

I qualified as a nurse
last year.

I find the wards
a bit...hectic,

so I signed on with an agency
for some private work.

Um, my first job
was Campden Hill House.

Lady Lavinia had had a fall

she needed constant care.

Sir Paul was...

He was really kind to me.

We hit it off, you know?

I'm a long way from home.

It's okay.

But then he started
talking to me.

I didn't know
what he wanted at first.

Flattering me, finding me
when I was alone.

And then one day...

he...

Are you talking about Sir Paul?

No.

No.

Not Sir Paul...

-You little shit.
-Don't.

-Huh? Eh? Eh!
-Wh... What?

I don't know
what you're talking about!

You trying to make a fool out
of me?

Sergeant.

Warrant to search his house.

Anything at all that puts him
in the church.

Anything that connects
him to Theresa Nolan.

Alright.

I'm sorry, are you talking
about the little nurse?

Uh, Lady Lavinia's nurse?

I... I hardly spoke to her.

I certainly didn't touch her.
Why would I?

Why would she invent
a rape allegation?

I don't know.

Too much Mills and Boon perhaps?

She fancied me, you know?
Smiling at me.

T-this is just spite.

She said that
when she handed in her notice

to Sir Paul Berowne,
she confided in him

about what you'd done to her.

And he was very angry
on her behalf.

He wanted to take it up
with you immediately.

-But she begged him not to.
-Well, yes...

Because she was lying.

Because she felt humiliated...

ashamed.

Honestly, this...

Look...

I don't touch women, alright?

This is a bloody nightmare!

I'd like you
to consider a scenario.

Sir Paul did in fact arrive
at The Black Swan

later than he'd hoped.

He parked his car
down by the river

and he saw you

drunk, laughing
with Jeanie Travers

on the bank.

And he couldn't stand it.

And he confronted you about

what you'd done
to Theresa Nolan

in his family home.
And, what?

You fought?

-Finish the scene for me.
-That's not...

That's ridiculous.

I didn't see Paul that night.
I told you that.

I'm not saying anything else.

On the night
of Sir Paul's murder

I think you took his diary
and the papers

from Campden Hill House

and you went
to St. Matthew's Church.

And you told Sir Paul
that you wanted to talk to him

to sort things out.

And then you murdered him.

Had Barbara told you that
he'd planned to divorce her?

The end of a lifestyle you loved
and that promised so much more.

And he knew what you'd done
to Theresa,

did he threaten to finish
your career?

No comment.

And then Harry Mack walked in
and you had no choice

but to murder him too.

And then you staged the scene
to make it

look like Sir Paul
had committed suicide

after killing Mack.

-No comment.
-And then on Wednesday night...

you went back to the church.

Were you looking for something?

Something you'd left behind?

Evidence you feared we'd find.

I've never been to that church!

I've never been
anywhere near it!

I have alibis
for both of those nights.

I was with Mattie
and then I was at the pub!

You have no evidence
for any of this!

Mr. Swayne.

Then why are
you doing this to me?

God! I'm sorry for shouting.

Proper master of disguise,
ain't you?

They make
for interesting reading...

your reviews.

"The fight sequences
choreographed

"by Dominic Swayne

deliver all the required
shocks and thrills..."

You trained in stage fighting,
are you?

I can just ring
and ask your, er...

what do you call them,
you representatives?

I've had some training
in stage combat.

Why shouldn't I have had?

I mean, most actors do.

It's a... It's a...
It's-it's stage combat.

I'm-I'm so sorry to laugh.

Um, it's just...

It's just so desperate.

Put two DCs on him

I want to know where he is
at all times.

Then alert the hospital,

he can't get anywhere near
Father Barnes.

It's him, I bloody know it is.

We can't hold him on the rape?

Do you think she'd make
the accusation official?

I doubt it.
I can try.

Tell her Swayne's at large

and that he knows
what she's said.

-Really?
-Yes.

Then take her somewhere safe,
not her home address.

And certainly not the clinic.

Yes, sir.

Sit down, please.

You remember
her ladyship's nurse...

-Theresa Nolan.
-Yes.

I understand you had a fair
amount to do with her?

Uh, yes.
I suppose so.

Organising things and...

Why?

Did you ever see
Dominic Swayne

speaking to her?

No.
Not that I remember.

She never talked to you
about him?

No.

Miss Nolan claims that

Dominic Swayne raped her.

In her bedroom here.
On February 23rd.

Well, that's...

Well, she's making it up.

Dominic would never do that.

She was very young.

Impressionable.

Dominic is...

He's naturally friendly.

She probably got some idea
in her head. She...

You described yourself
and Dominic as good friends.

Yes, well, we are friends.

Sometimes we want to protect
our good friends.

Are you still certain,
absolutely certain

that he was here with you
on Monday evening,

the night of Sir Paul's death?

Yes. I told you.

I am certain that he was here.

Is that all?

I understand Sir Paul
held himself responsible

for your father's death.

In prison.

Did you?

I told Sir Paul many times
that he wasn't to blame.

I was...

I am very grateful
for everything he did for me.

For taking you on
as housekeeper?

To serve?

Yes.

You can call me any time.

And I'll be in touch
about what's happening.

Thank you.

Theresa...

please just think again,
about pressing charges.

I hate saying this, but...

think about the other women
he might do this to.

I don't wanna be that girl...

you know?

The one who was...

I don't want people
knowing that about me.

That's all they'd think about
when they'd look at me.

It's not.

It is where I'm from.

I want a normal life

a family.

Sorry.

I'm going
to show you a photograph

and I'd like you
to look very carefully

and then tell me if you've ever
seen this person before.

Yes. I have. I think.

Wasn't he
at the Inquest yesterday?

A relation of Sir Paul's?

Yes, he was.

Was that the first time
you've ever seen him?

Yes. I-I-I think so.

You didn't notice him
in the congregation

the night Father Barnes
was attacked?

I-I didn't.
I'm sorry.

There were a lot of people
in that night.

A lot of strangers.

It's possible that he may have
looked quite different.

Um...

This is also him.

What is it?

It's probably nothing,
it's just...

That jacket,
the buttons.

Yes?

Where did you find this?

I'll show you.

I emptied it earlier on.

There was actually rather
a lot in the box

by the door,
but this one gets overlooked.

That was all that was in it.

When would it last
have been emptied?

Last Sunday afternoon.

Father Barnes
would have done it.

And would the church
then have been locked...

-...until Sir Paul came in?
-Yes.

So this was put into the box

sometime between
when Sir Paul

entered the church and when?

The night Father Barnes
was attacked.

Is it significant?

Yes, it is.

Exterminate, exterminate.

-Exterminate!
-Darren!

Hello.

We met, um...

The Inquest yesterday.

Do you remember?

I'm Dominic, by the way.

You know,
you were very brave yesterday

talking about it all.

It must have been awful.

So, uh, what are you doing here?

Nothing.

Ah...
Just finished school?

I was actually just looking
for something...

Well, perhaps
you could help me find it.

I have a very nice smart jacket

and well, I appear to have lost
the spare button.

They're very particular buttons,

um, silver

with a fancy sort of design.

I'm sure I lost it
somewhere around here.

You haven't seen it, have you?

No.

Hmm. That's a pity.

Well, I'll walk with you.

It's terrible,
the water, isn't it?

Can you swim, Darren?

And you're quite sure
about my button?

Hmm.

You know, I remember

when I was a little boy,
just like you...

I'd have loved to find
a button like that.

You know?

My own little piece of treasure.

I'd have remembered
exactly where I put it.

Nice, but I don't have time
for chase, Darren.

-Sir?
-Mr. Dalgliesh?

DS Masterson.

It's Miss Wharton
from St. Matthew's.

Darren was supposed to be here
an hour ago

to help me clean the statues,
but he hasn't arrived.

Well, he-he's probably
just forgotten or something, no?

Most probably, yes, but

after everything
that's happened...

Could you tell Mr. Dalgliesh?

Yeah.
Look, I'm sure he'll turn up.

Alright, now, can you get off
the line now please?

Thanks very much for your call.

-Hello?
-It's me.

Good.
What's going on?

-I just heard--
-Swayne was at the church.

I've got enough evidence
to charge him, but he's gone.

There's no passport here,

did you notice one
when you searched?

Shit. Yeah.
Yeah, I did, yeah.

How the hell
did he give us the slip?

Is Miskin back?

Get more uniform
over to the hospital.

Tell Miskin to meet me
at Campden Hill House.

Yes, sir.
Swayne's on the run.

Boss has got grounds
to charge him.

I should have
bloody watched him myself!

What does he want us to do?

The old woman
from the church just rang.

Well, the kid
was supposed to be there

but he ain't turned up.

The boss wants you
to go check on him.

-Now?
-Yeah. That's what he said.

Where are you going?

Campden Hill House.

Where's your brother?

I think he tells you everything.

Did he tell you
what he did to Theresa Nolan?

What about Jeanie Travers,

did he tell you what really
happened by the river,

what happened in the church?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Did you incite him?

Or simply plant the seeds
and watch them grow?

Lady Lavinia,
she needs to see you.

Darren! Hello! Anyone?

What time do you think
Matlock left?

We think about an hour ago.

Bitter, isn't it?

After all my family
have done for her.

Pathetic, deluded woman

to think that Swayne
could really care

for a woman like Mattie.

Was it him?

Do you have a photograph
of her I can take?

I don't think

there are any photographs
of Mattie.

He's using her.

He'll hide behind her
until he's out of the country.

Yeah. And everyone's looking
for a man on his own.

Sierra 3 to Control.

Get some uniform here
then start searching

her room, any clues at all
as to where they've gone.

-Got it.
-Where's Miskin?

Oh, er... The old woman

from the church rang just as we
were leaving.

Said the kid hadn't
turned up for something.

Miskin went to look for him.

Hadn't turned up where?

The church.

Control to Sierra 10.

Come in, Sierra 10.

Show me.
Where's my button?

Show me
or I'll slit his throat!

I gave it to the police!

Chief Inspector Dalgliesh
has it!

He knows all about you,
you wicked, wicked man!

What did you do that for?

-Darren--

You stupid, stupid woman!

When?
When did you give it to him?

A few hours ago!

-Please don't hurt him!
-Shut up!

Dominic.

Let him go.
He's just a little boy.

-He hasn't done anything--
-No! He's fucked it all up!

I know you don't wanna hurt him.

It's not true, I do.
I really, really do.

Look, the whole place
is surrounded.

Really?

There's nowhere for you to go.

What, they sent you in,
did they?

You? All on your own?

Yes. Because I know you...
and we can talk.

No, no, y-you don't
have your radio thing!

Good try, though.

-Dominic--
-Okay, okay, okay!

Shit!
Alright, let me think.

This is what's going to happen.

I'm going to walk
out of here now

with my knife against his back.

And if he makes
one sound out there,

one single sound,
do you hear me?

It will be my pleasure.

Keys to the door!
Throw them! Come on!

Get over there, next to her.

And I'll be cutting
the phone lines too

so make yourselves comfortable.

-Over there!
-No.

Over there
and down on your knees!

Take me instead.

"Take me instead."

What, am I supposed to think
that's noble or something?

-I won't panic, Darren will.
-No!

A policewoman makes
a better hostage than anyone.

He doesn't understand
the situation, I do.

No, no, no, no,
wait, wait, wait!

Alright.
You come over here then.

Let him go first.

No. You come here.

You know, I'm actually
behaving myself, aren't I?

I could just kill
all three of you

right here if I wanted to.

You're doing very well.

No! Please...
Please don't take him!

-Dominic!
-Ah!

Dominic,
it's Chief Inspector Dalgliesh.

I'm here with my officers.
I'm going to come inside.

No! Don't, don't!
I'll kill them all if you do!

I'm alone.
I'm alone, Dominic

and I'm unarmed.

We need to talk.

What?

What are you doing?

What sort of question's that?

I mean, what's your plan?

Oh, I'm leaving.

So you need to tell
your people to stand down

and get out of my way.

You're not thinking straight.

What are you going to do?

Drive with a knife
to his throat?

Hail a cab?

The marksmen will take you down
before you've reached the gates.

Well, then
I'll take him with me.

And his blood
will be on your hands!

So tell them to stand down!

You don't want to die.

Maybe I do.

Maybe that's it,
go out with a bang.

I'll be famous, infamous,

you'll just be the foolish
policeman who failed.

Did Paul want to die?

Did he ask you to finish it?

Or did he simply fail to resist?

Paul.

Paul knew how to die.

Yeah, just looked at me,
turned his back.

It was-it was like
I was doing him a favour.

He was depressed.

But that would have passed

and he would have
wanted life again.

I know.

Tell me about the others.

Mack. Jeanie.

Well, Mack was easy.

He was so plastered,
I was on him

before he even knew it.

And Jeanie?

That stupid, stupid girl.

You know, she started this,
all of it!

Laughing at me

while he was calling me
a rapist!

Hitting me and pushing me
under the water.

We'll see
how you like it! Bitch!

Were you the father of her baby?

I might have been.
Who cares? What does it matter?

But it must have hurt you

when you realised.

One more unwanted little kid
running around the world.

Like me.

Like Barbie.

Like him.

I'm walking out of here now!

And if I'm done,
I don't care! I'm done!

I lost my child.

He died with my wife.
It's nearly a year ago now.

Good. I'm glad.

He was so wanted.

Sometimes now I forget

for five minutes, ten.

Sometimes it brings me
to my knees.

Sometimes...

I've wanted to walk
towards death.

Not because I think
they'll be there waiting for me.

It seems wrong
to say that here, but I don't.

But...

We flirt with death, don't we?

Fool ourselves
into believing it's a choice.

Dress it in black,
call it an event

an experience, a release.
It's not.

Oblivion?

An absence?

It's not even that.

It defies words,
because all our words

need life itself
to give them meaning.

You're young, Dominic.
You're just a young man.

You'll go to prison.

But you'll be alive

and you'll heal.

You'll be notorious...

powerful.

There is only life.

Let go of the little boy.

Put the knife down
and come with me.

Thank you.

He said you wanted me
to follow up with Miss Wharton.

Maybe there was a mix up, or...

Maybe.