All language subtitles for The Inspector Lynley Mysteries.s05e03.Chinese Walls

SHE SCREAMS

SHE CRIES OUT

SHE GASPS

SHE SCREAMS

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 license
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.

So it could've happened at least
late last night. Yeah, possible.

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.

Awful lot of blood, Lafferty?

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.

Well, 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.

Well, it is my day off.

DOORBELL RINGS

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, 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 pupilage 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 pupilage.

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 pupilage?

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 have
finished asking you questions.

Look, 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
plates 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 so...

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
lowdown 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 though -

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.

KNOCK AT DOOR

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?

Yeah, 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 then.

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.

Oooh...
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 usually 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.

Yeah, 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.

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 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?

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.

PHONE RINGS

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.

Hey, Lafferty, what have you got?

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

Yes, apart from that, yep.

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 a 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?

Well, I found traces of what looks
like rust in both wounds, so yeah,

I'd say it's a fair conclusion.

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...

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.

SHE SCREAMS

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.

KNOCK ON DOOR

It's about the
"falling from the car" theory.

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.

PHONE RINGS

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.'

PHONE RINGS

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.

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 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!

DOORBELL RINGS

I work hard and
pornography relaxes me, all right?

What - you 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 license.

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...

Well, that'd be creepy.

'Hello?' Helen - just

wondering if you got my message?

'No.' Well, just
wanted to know how it all went?

'Ooh - y'know, 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.

KNOCK AT DOOR

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.

PHONE RINGS

Excuse me.

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

Not a problem.

Who is 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.

SIRENS WAIL

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.

'Hello, Records.'

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.

KNOCK AT DOOR

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.

Yeah 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, nine 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 for 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.

KNOCK AT DOOR

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 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 fiancee?

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?

Yeah - loyalty incarnate, isn't she?

I mean, 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 that 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.

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.

Ah! 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
kinda 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.

Erm, 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?

PHONE RINGS

Hello? Um-hum.

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. But first you'll
need to 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 pissed-up 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'd 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 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?

And do you really
think that's fair on her?

D'you really think that's right?

I have nothing more to say.

Oh, 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.

PHONE RINGS

Yes.

We'll be right down.

Found this in the boot.

Smells like its 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.

PHONE RINGS

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.

Arghhh!

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.

Oh!

WAINWRIGHT!

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

Sound advice, Havers, sound advice.

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