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you testified
at the original trial

in your capacity
as forensic psychologist.

FINNEGAN:
I did, yes.

Perhaps you could summarize.

I was firmly of the view

that Lizzie Shakespeare
murdered her husband

He may have beaten her,
as alleged,

but I do not believe
that her knife attack

was, as she claims,

a spur-of-the-moment
act of self-defense.

Her state of mind?

Entirely rational.

She knew precisely
what she was doing.

And havonitored
the appellant

during her two years
in prison,

your view now?

The same.

I can see
no medical grounds

for a release
or for a transfer

to a psychiatric
hospital.

So you would refute a defense

So you would refresponsibility.

Absolutely.

Lizzie Shakespeare
is and was 100% competent,

responsiblactions.

Thank you,
Professor Finnegan.

The question is:

"Has any compelling new evidence
been laid before this court?"

Answer: "No."

We're therefore minded to agree
with Professor Finnegan--

Lizzie Shakespeare
is and was 100% competent.

The conviction stands.

Appeal denied.

Finnegan, you are
the scum of the earth!

This is all
down to you!

I swear to God you'll be sorry!

(birds chirping)

NEWSWOMAN (on radio):
As his daughter resumed
her life sentence for murder,

Noel Shakespeare vowed yesterday

In a staMr. Shakespeare,

who has mortgaged the
family home to pay legal fees,

said he was...

(radio turns off)

FINNEGAN:
Close your eyes.

Okay.

Which hand?

That one.

That's beautiful.

Thank you.

What's the occasion?

Does there have to be
an occasion?

Have a good day.

Mm-hmm.

s)
Mm-hmm.(engine start

MAN:
You're not eating.

Dad, I'm fine.

The police have still
got Finnegan's body--

what's left of it.

The memorial's today,

which means drinks
on me tonight.

A man's dead
and you're gloating.

This is a break for us, Lizzie.

With Finnegan gone we stand a
good chance of a second appeal.

The man had a wife.

I haven't been able
to hold a proper funeral,

but I... I can at least plant
this rose in Dermot's memory.

Thank you all for coming.

(church be

I'm so sorry.

MAN:
Waste of time, this.

Oh, yeah?

Well, you've killed
a bloke, right?

The place is crawling
with coppers.

Are you seriously
going to show?

You'd have to be a pepperoni
short of a full pizza.

Any more tea?

(tea pouring)

What's your
governor's Missus
doing here, anyway?

Uh, she knew
Finnegan.

He was her mentor
when she was starting out.

Oh, no.

Sleep with her,
did he?

What?

Well, I worked with him.

Ladies' man.

Known for it.

Mind you,
I wouldn't say no,

preggers or not.

And they say romance is dead.

My condolences again,
Mrs. Finnegan.

We are doing
everything we can.

Have you met
my wife Helen?

I shadowed
your husband

on a case years ago.

He taught me a lot.

I'm so sorry.

Thank you.

Um, which case?

A murder-- Peter
Stephanopoulos?

Oh, yes, yes, he killed
his business partner.

Crikey,
that was years ago.

Nice touch, Grace--

the rose.

Mind you,

cactus would've done
the old goat
just as well.

Hello, Maureen.

Inspector Lynley,
his wife Helen.

Maureen Finnegan.

HELEN:
You're the
professor's sister?

MAUREEN:
First wife.

I kept the name--
the one thing the old goat

couldn't take away.

All back to yo

Finnegan's wake?

GRACE:
Yes, I hope
you'll join us.

MAUREEN:
Once more with feeling, Gracie.

But I will,
all the same.

HAVERS:
Well, who's driving--
man or woman?

Uh, can't tell.

Well, get a number.

I can only make out
the first half.

(sighs)

GRACE:
It was good of you
to come all the way from Dublin.

Dermot would've appreciated it.

Really?

Tell you what, Gracie, you
won't want to be on your own,

not for a week or so.

Why don't I stay,
look after you?

She's well taken care of.

Don't worry.

Excuse us.

WOMAN:
I was telling
Inspector Lynley

how well you
were bearing up.

I can't take your happy pills
forever, though, can I?

They'll help you
through the worst,
won't they?

I take it you're
Mrs. Finnegan's GP?

No, a friend
of the family.

Tessa is my tower
of strength.

Have you chosen
a name yet?

No, we're still
negotiating
that one.

When you feel up to it,
I neask you some questions

about your husband.

Um, well, now is
as good a time as any.

Um, some fresh air?

Beautiful gardens.

25 years probing
the criminal mind,

Dermot said
he'd had enough of people--

preferred plants.

Oh, this was
his hideout.

He used to come here
to work, think.

Did he discuss
his cases with you?

Hardly ever.

Too grim, he said.

So no particular names
spring to mind-- grudges?

Afraid not, no.

The bomb was planted
on the night

of the Lizzie
Share appeal.

Your husband arrived
home at 10:00, yes?

And the bomb itself?

Crude, um, but straightforward.

We're waiting
on the lab reports.

Not necessarily, no.

We're considering
all possibilities.

Including me?

Well, I'm afraid
I am duty-bound

to ask where you were.

Honestly...

No, no, he's just doing his job.

I was here with my husband.

Thank you.

There is one thing
I should mention.

Dermot told me he'd been getting
anonymous calls--

a man saying,
"Do the right thing--"

then hanging up.

HELEN:
When?

TESSA:
Hmm... about three,
four weeks ago.

Why didn't he tell me?

Didn't want to worry you,
I suppose.

s your excuse, too?
Didn't want to worry you,
I suppose. And that'

Yep.

Well, we'll look into
the phone company records.

If anything else
comes to mind...

All sorted.

Found a nice
spare room.

Oh,
don't thank me.

Just happy to help.

I... I really don't think
I'm up to company at the moment.

Excuse us.

I'm staying.

Clear?

And spare me
the crocodile tears.

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

Don't come
the innocent, Grace.

Not with me.

Well, if I had
the full registration,

I'd give it you, wouldn't I?

Look, just speed it up, okay?

You can be quite
scary sometimes.

LYNLEY:
Okay, what have we got?

Well, we've got half
a registration

and... and this.

Came alone, didn't
speak to anyone.

MAN:
Was she at the party?

It's a wake, Turner.

And, no,

she wasn't.

Anyway, let's go.

According to
a family friend,

Dr. Tessa Jellicoe,

there's been a spate
of anonymous calls
recently

telling Finnegan to
"do the right thing."

Something to do
with the Lizzie
Shakespeare appeal?

Maybe...

So we're off to see
the father now.

He's got a pub
near Broadway.

I see.

There a problem?

Well, it's just
it's a bit irregular.

I know, but, A)
I knew Dermot,

and, B) maternity leave
is driving me insane.

I've got to keep
the brain

from turning
to mush.

Uh, you and Turner
get to work

on the mystery woman,
and I want you

to check out
Finnegan's outhouse.

Right, sir.

Thanks very much.

(Grace sighs)

GRACE:
Sorry, no, not a clue.

Nor me.

I'm surprised there
weren't more of them

crawling out
of the woodwork.

More of who?

His bits of fluff--
floozies.

Maureen...

Okay, uh, just
to be clear, um--

and I'm sorry
if this is awkward--

but, uh,
Professor Finnegan

was married to you,
uh...

when he started
seeing you, yeah?

"Seeing"--
is that what they call it?

The answer is yes.

Is there anything else?

It's been a long day.

Uh, Inspector Lynley said
something about an outhouse?

"Nicholas...
Joseph..."

Alexander.

"Jennifer."

He'll have hell
at school.

(giggles):
Silly man.

So tell me, what was
Dermot Finnegan really like?

Charming, inspiring,
very clever.

It sounds like someone
had a crush.

Hardly.

Anyway, that was years ago.

"George!"

Trying to change
the subject.

Honestly.

Is that a gun cabinet?

Yes, yes, um, Dermot used to
like to give the rabbits

a run for their money.

All above board.

The permits are here.

Thanks.

I'll, uh, I'll leave you to it.

Okay.

(footsteps approach)

All right?

Yeah.
Anything?

Nah, but I'll meet you
out front, yeah?

Okay.

NOEL:
Ladies and gentlemen, friends,

my Lizzie should be here,
but she's not,

so the fight's still on.

I'm lobbying for
a second appeal,

which means
more lawyers,

which means more money.

Gentlemen.

Thank you.

Max.
Thank you.

Sir.

My advice-- face facts.

Right or wrong, Lizzie is going
to serve her full sentence.

Over my dead body.

Noel, you need
to get on with life

and you need to let
people have a pint

without a lecture
on British justice.

Losing faith, Max?

(scoffs)

Losing readers.

Lizzie's had more front pages
than any other story.

She's not a story,
she's my daughter.

Uh... Mr. Shakespeare?

D.I. Lynley.

You've got a nerve.

I beg your pardon?

Where were your lot
when Lizzie needed you?

Seven times she
reported that brute--

seven times in nine years!

Well, as I
understand it,

there were never
any witnesses,

no third-party corroboration

so the police
couldn't prosecute.

And your daughter repeatedly
refused to press charges.

Of course she did--
she was petrified.

I'm here investigating

the murder
of Professor Finnegan.

Now, if there's somewhere
more private we can talk...

(door hinges squeak,
then door shuts)

LYNLEY:
Where did you go
after the appeal?

NOEL:
Came back here.

Am I a suspect?

Were you open
siness as usual?

The show must go on.

Am I a suspect?

I'm merely trying to establish
the facts, Mr. Shakespeare.

Where were you
between 10:00 p.m. that night

and 8:00 a.m.
the following morning?

Here.

Closed at 11:30, went to bed.

No witnesses after closing time.

The wife's long gone.

Gone where?

Australia.

Apparently I'm obsessed,
impossible to live with.

You use the Internet?

Got a Web site:
freelizzie.com.

Mind if I ask
what other sites you use?

If I say no?

We get a warrant.

LYNLEY:
Tell me, did you ever contact
Dermot Finnegan directly?

Professor psycho-
bloody-babble?

No, I did not.

Lizzie's got life,
thanks to him.

Bleeding shrinks--
bad asyoulot.

Actually I'm a shrink:
police profiler.

Yeah? Couldn't get
a proper job?

Helen happens
to be

one of tess.

She's also my wife.

Can I ask why you use
this ex-cons Web site?

What?

HELEN:
You've never been inside,
have you?

Trying to find
other poor sods

who'd been stitched up
by Finnegan's "expertise."

One miscarriage of justice
down to that charlatan

and his reputation's shot.

To help Lizzie's appeal?

Too right.

So what have you found?

Nothing yet.

Hope springs eternal.

I'd like to take
your computer, please.

Why?

Have our experts analyze
the hard disk.

Any objections?

LYNLEY:
So, Mrs. Psycho-babble, verdict?

HELEN:
On Shakespeare?

Totally obsessed.

And who can blame him?

His daughter's
beaten for years,

then ends up behind bars for
trying to protect herself.

I'd be pretty deranged,
wouldn't you?

Well, she didkill
her husband.

In self-defense.

Does that make it
all right?

No, it makes
it complicated.

Question is,
did Shakespeare use
the ex-cons Web site

like he said he did,

or was he trying to find
a hitman to kill Finnegan?

(engine starts)

(birds chirping)

Havers.

Uh, just to let you know, uh, no
luck yet on our mystery mourner.

Right. Well, keep at it.

Anything else?

HELEN:
Barbara?

Uh... no, sir.

Hi.

Hi.

Are you coming in
for supper?

I expect she has plans.

Yeah, thanks all the same.

Hot date?

Hot bath.

Right, that's it,
come on.

MAUREEN:
Let's not mince words, Grace.

His motto was
"anything with a pulse."

I'm not saying
he was perfect,

but he was kind and generous.

The presents?

Guilty conscience.

Lord knows he had enough
to feel guilty about.

I do wish you wouldn't go on.

(sighs)

The good old days.

I'm not interested in the past.

Ah.

Suit yourself.

Silver.

Very nice.

Do you know
who you remind me of?

Me, 20 years ago.

Little miss meek
and mild.

(chuckles):
Assertiveness
training--

that's what you ed.

Changed my life.

I don't want you to take
this the wrong way,

but how long are you thinking
of staying?

Till the will is read.

The will?

Why, surely you don't expect...

Like I said,

Catholic guilt running through
him like a stick of rock.

He'll see me right.

(doorbe

Excuse me.

I thought a casserole
wouldn't go amiss.

Don't suppose
you feel like cooking.

Thank you,
how thoughtful.

MAUREEN:
Bit late though,
or we'd invite you in.

It's only
half past nine.

Stay for a glass
of wine.

MAUREEN:
You've just lost
your husband.

Well, I know, but...

You need your rest.

Right, Doctor?

I... thought
you might like company.

She'sgotcompany.

(gasps)

Um... well, um,
another time, then

Good night.

Right.

Morning, sir.

Morning.

Uh, thanks
for last night.

LYNLEY:
Pleasure.

So what have we got?

Uh, we've got some
old love letters--

uh, found them
in Finnegan's outhouse.

Told you: ladies' man.

Anything juicy?

This might be
something, sir.

SOCO found them
about a hundred yards

from Finnegan's house.

Parts of the bomb?

Maybe. They think

it might be fragments
of the casing.

I've been trying to work out

if it's one word
or all bits of different words.

Well, keep at it.

Anything else?

TURNER:
Yep.

News on the Chevy
at Finnegan's memorial service.

Possible registrations,
27 names.

Yeah, we've eliminated 12.

Lucky 13, I'd say.

Sir?

Peter Stephanopoulos.

Helen mentioned him
the other day

as being one
of Finnegan's past cases.

LYNLEY:
I'll give her a call.

I get it.

Get what?

(dial tones beeping on phone)

You and him.

Romeo and Juliet.

(scoffs)

More like
Punch and Judy actually.

Oh, yeah.

Yes.

(phone line ringing
on other end)

WOMAN:
And relax down.

(cell phone rings,
Helen sighs)

Other side.

Left, take it up.

Exhale.

INSTRUCTOR:
And relax.

Again.

Tommy, terrible timing.

Sorry.

Um, could you tell me about
that case you did with Finnegan:

Peter Stephanopoulos?

Estate agent.

Murdered his business partner
about 15 years ago.

So he should be out now?

HELEN:
I should think so.

And you profiled him
as the murderer, yes?

Hardly--
I just shadowed Finnegan.

He did all the work--why?

It seems that your
Mr. Stephanopoulos turned up

at the memorial.

HAVERS:
He's a mechanic now.

He's got a garage
in Lower Upton.

That's not far
from Finnegan's house.

HELEN:
I'll come with you.

Are you trying to take Havers
out of a job?

Ready when you are, sir.

HELEN:
Tommy...

I'm pregnant, not brain dead;
I'd like to come.

You're on leave, remember?

Finish your class

Could you be
a littlemorepatronizing?

I...

I'll call you later.

INSTRUCTOR:
Take the right ear
down to the shoulder.

(woman exhaling
profoundly)

(whispers):
Sorry.

?
(whispers):
Sorry.erything okay

Fine.

Shall we go?

Nice.

Might be able
to fit you in tomorrow.

What's wrong with it?

Nothing.

D.I. Lynley
and D.S. Havers.

Is Peter
Stephanopoulos here?

You'll be lucky.

Gone fishing down by the bridge.

Does he drive a Chevy
Blazer, LK46 VLO?

Yeah.

He attended a memorial
service yesterday

and we'd like to know why.

Memorial, was it?

He keeps me in the dark
like a flaming mushroom.

I'm Janice.

His wife?

Girlfriend, and admin supremo.

before you ask,
yes, I know all about his past.d

But he was married,
right, to Gina?

Yeah, she did a runner.

Before my time.

Any idea why he'd attend
the memorial of a man

who helped put him away
for murder?

(phone ringing)

Not a clue.

Excuse me.

Oh, hello.

Hi.

Shouldn't you be at homeg yo
ur feet up?

Oh, don't you start.

(chuckles )

Tommy not around?

Uh, no, he's... he's gone out.

Can I help?

Are these Finnegan's case files?

TURNER:
Yes, but, uh...

I'm not sure
you're supposed to...

I'd kill for a coffee.

Milk, no sugar?

Uh, right.

If my husband calls,

tell him to stay
right where he is.

Okay... uh, bye.

Bye.

Well, this is where
Janice said he'd be.

Assuming he's
actually gone fishing.

(cell phone rings)

Hello.

LYNLEY:
You're not still going on
aboutthat,are you?

Where are you?

Uh, Lower Upton.

You?

HELEN:
About tetes away.

What?

I checked Finnegan's case file
on Peter Stephanopoulos.

Found a love letter.

Guess who from?

LYNLEY:
One of Finnegan's harem?

GinaStephanopoulos.

No.

HELEN:
Written to Finnegan whilher h
usband was in prison.

She had an affair
with Finnegan

after he put her husband
away for ten years?

Looks like it.

(gunshot)

Helen?

(tires squealing)

Helen?

(car thuds loudly)

Helen!

(horn blaring)

(voices on police radio )

Still unconscious.

Lost lots of blood.

And the baby?

Can't say.

not?
Can't say.u coming or

Go.

Go, sir, now!

Right, everyone, listen up.

Now, we've got no witnesses,
so it's down to us,

and if there is
a scrap of evidence--

an atom within ten miles--
then we're going to find it

starting with
the bullet.

It wasn't a bullet.

It was an air gupellet.

(engine starts)

(siren blaring)

PARAMEDIC:
37-year-old woman, RTA,
six months' pregnant.

Blood pressure 80 over 50;
pulse, 110.

Tommy?

I'm here darling,
I'm here!

PARAMEDIC:
Come on, Helen,
stay with us now.

Where the hell have you been?

Total waste of time,
I didn't catch a thing.

What, not even the clap?

Don't be silly.

Give us a kiss.

You had visitors: police.

(sighs)

Your wife's recovering
from the operation.

She lost consciousness again,

but we're hopeful
she'll recover fully.

W-w-what about...

The damage to the placenta
was too great.

I'm afraid
we couldn't save the baby.

I can't tell you
how sorry I am.

LYNLEY:
I feel like I'm
being punished.

HAVERS:
For what?

"Be careful
what you wish for."

That's what they say,
isn't it?

HAVERS:
You didn't want her
to lose the baby.

No, of course not.

I just...

she was pregnant...

I, uh...

Well, I...

You weren't sure
you were up to it?

Worried about
how your life
might change?

I mean, I'm no expert,
but...

everyone has those doubts.

But this...

This is not
your fault.

I should have been there.

And what could you
have done if you were?

I don't know--
something.

You time off,

and then... maybe...

Take leave?

Are you out of your mind?

I'm sorry.

Whoever did this
is going to realize

they're messing with
the wrong... wrong family.

What we need to do
is establish a clear link

between Helen
and Finnegan.

Apart from
the obvious--

this, uh... this
Stephanopoulos thing.

Well, um...

there is another angle.

Well, I tried to mention it
before, but...

I found this
with the love letters.

It looks like Helen
was seeing Dermot,

about 16 years ago.

I can read, Havers.

She didn't tell you?

No.

Why didn't you tell me
about this yesterday?

I didn't know how.

I'm so sorry.

Where are you going?

If Helen was involved
with Finnegan 16 years ago,

then he was still
married to Maureen.

And you think she
might bear a grudge?

After all these years?

I don't know,
but it's a start.

Sir...

This is all a bit
too close to home.

I mean, shouldn't you...

Are you telling me
what I should and shouldn't do?

You, of all people?

No, I just think...

Youshouldhave
told me about this.

Now, you stay here

and you do not leave
my wife unattended

for one single second.

Understood?

Won't she want you
here when...?

Is that understood?

Sir.

GRACE:
terribly sorry.

I hope your wife's
going to be okay.

Thank you.

Why are you here?

It seems
that my wife
was involved

with Professor
Finnegan.

MAUREEN:
Ages ago, yes.

So you did know?

'Course.

Recognized her
at the memorial.

The man kept all
their photos--
like trophies.

I see.

May I ask where you were
at midday today?

Do you think I had...?

Now, wait a minute...
no disrespect to your wife,

but Dermot's phiomen, so littl
e time."

Revenge for every single fling?

Huh!

I'd be at it till Doomsday.

All the same, where were you?

Having a late
breakfast.

Eggs, bacon...

tomatoes from
the garden,
wasn't it?

Anything else?

You seem very at home here.

Grace is very
hospitable.

Where were you
at 12:00?

In the rose garden
reading, why?

Well, it's just
occurred to me,

the inspector's wife
wasn't Dermot's only
bit on the side

all thoo,
was she, Gracie?

I don't know
what you mean?

Well, none of us
exactly had
the exclusive

on the old goat,
did we?

And the green-eyed
monster does things

to even
the nicest people.

(monitor beeping)

HAVERS:
How is she?

TESSA:
Progressing.

She's breathing
on her own.

Oh, that's great.

Well, early days.

Yeah.

Um, is there
any chance of
a cup of tea?

Uh... I'm not
supposed to move.

Are you worried
he might try again?

Here?

Well, we're not
taking any chances.

Do you think
this is linked

to what happened
to Dermot Finnegan?

Um, maybe.

They... did know each other
years ago.

They worked
on a case together.

D.I. Lynley is
checking it out now.

Nurse, tea for
D.S. Havers, please.

No problem.

Machine,
I'm afraid.

Tastes like
sump oil.

Cheers.

Peter
Stephanopoulos?

Who wants to know?

STEPHANOPOULOS:
Twelve o'clock?

I was fishing.

At your
usual spot?

I moved, downriver.

Any reason?

Ten years inside,

I like to go
where the fancy takes me.

Catch anything?

Just tiddlers.

Anyone see you?

Nah.

That's the beauty of fishing:

you go for hours,
not a soul in sight.

Anyway, why would I take a pop
at your wife?

You tell me.

And while you're
about it, tell me

why you went to
Finnegan's memorial.

Why shouldn't I go?

Well, for starters,

the man was partly responsible

for your serving ten years
for murder.

Paying your l
ast respects,
were you?

I once heard about
this Hollywood producer--

real tyrant--
everyone hated his guts.

But when they buried him,

there was a queue
round the block.

Not for affection or respect.

They all just wanted
to make sure

the old sod was realead.

So I take it you do bear
a little grudge towards him.

Well, he wasn't
on my Christmas list.

But not because he did his job.

I took a life;

Finnegan helped put me away;
fair do's.

Having an affair with your wife

while you're inside?

Now, that's not quite
such fair do's, is it?

How do you know about that?

I know she left you...

For him?

Look...

Am I glad Finnegan's
pushing up daisies?

You bet.

Did I do it?

Nah.

(door opens)

.
(door opens)good timing

Where's the loo?

Uh... to the right,
and fourth door on the right.

Oh, please, don't move.

I won't be two minutes, yeah.

Emergency C-section,
cubicle four.

But I'm
supposed to be...

Now!

Havers?

Where the hell were you?

Well, I was two minutes.

Um, I... I told the nurse.

Outside, now!

What is the matter
with you?

Anyone could have
got in.

What happened
to you?

NURSE:
Emergency--
sorry.

LYNLEY:
Unbelievable!

Totally
irresponsible;

total dereliction
of duty.

total dereliction
to fight your corner.

I should've got
shot of you when
I had the chance.

Get Turner down here.

You obviously can't
do it by yourself.

HAVERS:
Sir.

Yes? What?

Nothing.

Hiya.

(monitor beeping)

How's she doing?

What does it look like?

Blimey, who rattled your cage?

You wanted Finnegan's
case files.

Thanks.

Ah! still playing word games?

Uh-huh.

Okay...

half each.

Right-- what am I
looking for?

Another link.

She's in here;
Finnegan's dead.

They worked together
on one case-- Stephanopoulos.

Maybe there's more.

(sighs)

Oh, how did you get on
with that woman at the memorial?

Uh, I traced
everyone else there.

No one has a clue.

NOEL:
That could have been anyone.

Everybody hates journalists.

It wasn't anyone-- it was you!

My guess?
One of your readers.

Someone who thinks
you're a gutless hypocrite

more interested
in flogging papers

than you are
in a miscarriage
of justice.

Oh, here you go, Max.

The police like a nice
graffiti case--

bit simpler than protecting
women from brutal thugs.

I need to ask where you were
at 12:00 today?

What have I done now?

My wife was attacked.

Why would I attack your wife?

I didn't say you did, I just
asked you where you were.

In the back...

writing to my MP... by hand.

You'll get your computer back

when we've finished
analyzing the hard disk.

Is your wife all right?

No, she's in hospital.

NOEL:
Huh, be careful.

He'll have a picture
on the front pagecareful.

before you can say "paparazzi."

We've just lost our baby

and someone is responsible
for that.

Well, not me.

And I'm sorry.

But maybe now
you know how I feel:

someone you love,
something terrible happens,

there's nothing you
can do about it--

it's enough to drive any man
half mad.

(sighs)

If there is
another link

between her
and Finnegan,
it's not here.

Nor here.

The lads are going
for a drink.

Coming?

What planet are you on?

Sorry.

(door opens)

TESSA:
She's stable,
but still no sign

of regaining
consciousness.

Sir, I just want
to say I'm sorry
about...

Well, you know.

I'm sure
she'll be okay.

Medical expert, are you?

No, I just meant...

Yeah, I know.

You can go.

HAVERS:
But I thought...

Yes?

Nothing, sir.

All right.

Good night.

Good night.

(monitor continues beeping)

Any news?

Um... no leads in
the professor's files.

The Irish police
are checking on
Maureen Finnegan.

Oh, I'm glad
to hear it.

Why?

(sighs)

I don't like her.

Do you think the attack
on your wife ties in

with what happened
to Professor Finnegan?

Well, hard to say.

HAVERS:
We got
an address

for, uh...
Stephanopoulos's wife.

Cheltenham.

We sent a P.C. around.

The neighbors haven't seen her
for days.

Try again tomorrow.

I'll be interviewing Lizzie
Shakespearg.

Why?

If her father
did have anything to do

with Finnegan's death,

she might have
known his plan.

I'll get someone
to bring you
a blanket.

Thank you.

You know, I could stay tonight,
if you like.

No, you go.

Okay.

But I'm leaving
here at 9:00,

so I'll need you
back by then.

And, um... can you
do me a favor?

I'm going to need
some fresh clothes
and things.

Um... so will Helen.

Would you mind?

No.

Sir, maybe you could
get somebody else

to stand guard
tomorrow?

Yes, I could.

But um... no one I trust
as much as you.

What, even after today?

Especially after today.

And I'm...

I'm sorry.

Right.

Good night, sir.

LIZZIE:
So what are you saying--

that my father
made a car bomb

and blew Finnegan
to bits?

The man runs a pub,
for God's sake.

He belongs
to the Bowls Club,
not Al Qaeda.

Anyone can learn how
to make explosives
these days,

if they're
determined enough.

Look, my mum ran off,
left my dad high and dry.

I'm in here, and I wake up
every morning

knowing I took
my husband's life.

My family's in shreds,

and now you want to hound my dad
for something he didn't do?

When do you people stop?

When we get the truth.

Whose truth?

Tell me one thing.

You could have left
your husband--

just packed your bags,
walked away.

Why didn't you?

It's fine, for ages... months.

Then he gets that look
and you know it's coming,

and you know it's your fault.

You burnt the bacon;

you flirted with
that bloke at the party;

you're too this,
you're too that.

And part of you believes him.

eve it's your fault,

especially later, when he swears
he'll never hit you again,

and please don't leave,

because he needs you,
and you love each other,

and this time
it'll be different.

Only... it's never
different.

And you're too ashamed
to admit

you haven't got the guts
to leave.

That's why I stayed--

shame... and fear.

Thank you for your time.

Got plenty of that.

(cell phone rings)

LYNLEY:
Lynley.

TURNER:
It's Turner, sir.

How's your wife?

No change--
What have you got?

A body in the river
over in Lower Upton.

(investigators talking;
muffled radio transmissions)

PATHOLOGIST:
See this ligature mark
around her neck?

Garroted, I'd say,
then dumped.

Body's been in water
24 hour tops.

Whoever did it tied those stones
around her neck

to weigh her down.

Didry good job of it.

Wearing the same clothes
she was here.

Except the necklace is missing.

So you know
who she is?

No.

No... all we know is

that she was in a
churchyard the other day.

Well, she'll be
in another one soon.

Excuse me.

This yours?

Thanks very much.

Oh, he's lovely.

Yeah...

Only he's a she.

Sorry.

That's all right.

We're thinking of Abigail.

Abigail-- that's nice.

Thanks.

And we're sure that this is
the body in the river?

Hmm. Sorry?

Yes, I... I've asked Turner
to check the dental records.

Whose?

Well, I thought
she mo

That's what he said.

I've also asked him to check
with immigration Down Under.

(wheels rolling)

TESSA:
Dinner is served.

Thanks, I'm... I'm really
not very hungry.

Don't blame you.

The domestic goddess
hasn't quite made it

to Gloucester General.

I'll have yours, sir.

What'd you
learn on Lizzie
Shakespeare?

Nothing new.

Very impressive though.

And I read
Finnegan's evidence
from the trial.

No doubt about it,
he turned the jury against her.

Unfairly?

LYNLEY:
Maybe.

That husband of hers
was a real brute.

I'm not saying
he deserved to die,

but he pushed her
right to the edge.

Doctor Khan
needs a word.

Excuse me.

(cell phone rings)

LYNLEY:
Lynley.

TURNER (on phone):
It's Turner, sir.

We've got news
on Shakespeare's computer.

Uh... traces of e-mails

between Noel Shakespeare
and Peter Stephanopoulos.

Shakespeare has deleted them,

but they're still
on the hard disk.

What are they about?

TURNER:
We're still trying to retrieve
the e-mails.

For now, we've just got
the addresses.

How are you
getting on with
the dental records?

TURNER:
I'm on the case.

Listen, I want you to chivvy up
the phone company.

Those threatening calls

that Finnegan told
Tessa Jellicoe about--

I want to know who made them.

Right.

Helen's instinct was right.

Shakespeare had been in touch
with Stephanopoulos via e-mail.

And they both hated Finnegan.

They're in it together.

Shakespeare learns about how
to make a bomb on the net,

but he still needs a mechanic
to wire Finnegan's car.

Yeah, but that doesn't explain
the attack on Helen.

No, but I mean, it's got
to be one of them, hasn't it?

Has to be... has to be.

With respect, sir, um...

have you thought
about handing
this over

to someone
less involved?

I beg your pardon.

Well, it doesn't have
tobeanything.

What happened to Helen--
well, and to you--

is... well, is terrible,

but I think you're letting it

get in the way of...

g my job.
get in the way of...

No, thinking clearly.

Are you making a formal
complaint, Detective Sergeant?

No.

Well, it isn't exactly
by the book, is it?

Oh, excuse me.

What's that expression?

Pot... kettle... black.

All I'm saying is...

If you're so concerned

about doing things by
the book all of a sudden,

then you just do what
you have to, all right?

And I'll do what I have to.

(opens door, then slams it)

(knock on door)

(door opens)

(sighs)

There is one way to find out

if it's Shakespeare
or Stephanopoulos.

I mean, no guarantees,
but it's worth a go.

I'm listening.

Well, if one of them really did
have something against Helen,

then maybe we could give them
another chance.

To do what?

To have another crack at her.

What?

Try and flush them out
using a decoy-- me.

I need my computer
back now.

I need my computer
back now.e swith it. done

Look, I'm trying
to run a campaign.

And I'm trying to find out
who murdered Finnegan

and who attacked my wife.

How is she?

Better.

Driving herself back
to London tonight actually.

In your posh car?

Hope she's not like my wife.

More prangs
than I've had pies.

Does she keep in touch?

No... thank God.

You know
Peter Stephanopoulos?

What if I do?

You e-mail each other.

Why?

Pete was one of the ex-convicts
I tracked down on that Web site.

Finnegan testified
at his trial,

swung the jury against him,
same as he did with my Lizzie.

And you hoped Stephanopoulos

rt Finnegan?
And you hoped Stephanopoulos

Not him-- his reputation.

Could he?

No, but we got on okay.

He drinks here sometimes.

Any law against that?

Look, you've got me wrong,
Inspector.

I didn't take a potshot
at your wife,

and the only man
I've ever wanted to kill

was Lizzie's husband.

Tragedy is, she beat me to it.

Who made the first contact,
you or Shakespeare?

He did.

I got an e-mail
out of the blue.

Said he was looking for a way
to hurt Finnegan,

blow him out of the water.

Unfortunate
turn of phrase.

His reputation.

Odd-- you and Shakespeare--

same story
almost word for word.

Anyone'd think
you'd rehearsed it.

He did call a couple
of hours ago, as it happens.

Said you were snooping around,

looking in
all the wrong places.

We'll see.

He also said
your wife's on the mend.

Going home tonight,
is that right?

What if it is?

Nothing.

Glad she's better, that's all.

Helen?

How do I look?

Very convincing.

Oh, I'm sorry, sir.

I didn't think.

Body armor?

Yeah-- weighs a ton.

I'm not sure I should be
letting you do this.

Sir...

I want to help.

(engine starts)

(another car starts)

Alpha-two-zero.

MAN (over radio):
With you, Alpha-two-zero.

Game on.

"Game"?

MAN:
Sorry, sir.

(engine starts)

Handles very nicely.

I could get used to this.

Mind on the job, Havers.

Yes, sir.

(engine starts)

Pull back a bit,
Alpha-two-zero.

Let her off the leash.

MAN:
Right you are, sir.

LYNLEY (over radio):
So far, so good.

(monitor beeping)

TURNER:
Nurse!

That's a bit too close.

LYNLEY (over radio):
Havers?

That is you, sir, isn't it,
coming up behind me?

Well, someone's
getting friendly.

A bit too friendly.

LYNLEY (over radio):
Alpha-two-zero,
registration check.

(car beeping horn)

He's flashing me.

(beeping continues)

LYNLEY (over radio):
Okay, reel him in.

(sirens wailing)

MAN:
Registration
check, sir.

It's Dr. Jellicoe.

What is going on?

You tell me.

This is my way home.

I saw your car up ahead.

You were driving like a maniac.

Because I just got a call
on my mobile.

Your wife's regained
consciousness.

Where were you?

Oh, Tommy... our baby.

I know.

Will she be okay?

We'll run some tests,

but, yeah,
she can probably
go home tomorrow.

Oh, I'm sorry about
all that palaver earlier.

No, no, it's okay.

Look, are you still
on duty,

or do you want to tell me
about it over a drink?

Yeah.

Thank you.

Always a pleasure
to serve the police.

My Pete been in?

No-- lost him again?

Yout you,
if he had someone else?

NOEL:
Rule number one
of running a pub:

See all,
hear all, say nowt.

What's that supposed
to mean?

Ah, thanks.

So why
all the drama earlier?

Well, um... we thought
that one of our suspects

might, um...
take another crack
at D.I. Lynley's wife.

By suspects, you mean...

HAVERS:
Well, or
her boyfriend,

who seems to be putting it about
nearly as much as Finnegan.

I forgot you were friends.

Well, still... men, eh?

What do you make
of Finnegan's first wife?

What, Maureen?

Um... I'm not sure-- why?

Well, I worry about Grace.

Maureen seems to be taking over.

She won't let me near the place.

Well, we're checking her out.

I'll let you know.

Will you stay for another?

Oh, no, I'm driving...

and it's the boss's car.

Back to London?

Local B&B.

So there's no Mr. Right
waiting up,

keeping the home fires burning?

(scoffs)

That'll be the day.

(engine starts)

(bird calls in distance)

I know it feels like
the end of the world,

but we can try again,
you know.

Darling...

I don't think I can talk
about this right now.

Sorry.

We still don't know...

who attacked you.

Uh...

We're no closer to finding out

who killed your, um...

your friend, Finnegan.

Why did you say it like that?

Helen, I know you were lovers.

(unfolding paper)

Havers... Havers found this

in the outhouse study.

Tommy, it...
it was years ago.

I was a kid.

Oh, I know.

I know.

It doesn't matter.

matter.

Its just...

(sighs)

Listen, I'm just glad
you're okay, you know?

So glad you're okay.

We'll get through this,
I promise.

(glass shatters)

What's happening?

I'm calling the police.

No! I am the police.

(bird calls in distance)

So he saw the car,

assumed you were
the guvnor's wife?

Yeah, seems like it.

Worked then,
didn't it,

your little
decoy trick.

Who's going to pay
for the damage?

Uh, we'll sort it out.

What if they come back?

Don't worry about that, love,
I'm here now.

Oh, my hero.

Do you do room service?

You don't need a room.

You won't be sleeping.

'Night.

(sighs)

LYNLEY:
Your lucky it was
a lamp they broke

and not your skull.

HAVERS:
We've sent
the brick

off to Forensics.

Were you followed
from the pub?

HAVERS:
Possibly.

Someone inside?

Watching us all along?

Well, I doubt it.

They'd known it was
me and not Helen.

Do we know where
Stephanopoulos was?

Not yet.

Get on to Shakespeare.

I want a full list
of everyone

who was in the pub
last night.

Assuming it wasn't Shakespeare
himself.

HELEN:
All right, I'm ready.

What's going on?

Someone had a go
at Havers.

HELEN:
While you were
being decoy for me?

Yeah.
You all right?

I'm fine.

Well, you'd better stay,
I suppose.

No, no, no, I said
I'd drive you home
and I will.

Turner can drive me.

You're obviously
still a target,
darling.

Well, in that case,
the sooner you find out

who's behind all this
the better.

All right?

Yeah.

I don't need to tell you

how much I'm relying
on you, do I?

No, sir.

I'll be home later tonight.

Then we can talk--
properly.

Okay.

(car starts)

HAVERS:
Sir...

I've just got
a dental records ID
on the body in the river.

It was
Gina Stephanopoulos,

who, as we know,
was garroted with
thin wire, like...

Like a fishing line.

Here they come--
Laurel and Hardy.

LYNLEY:
Where were you
at 11:00 last night?

Minding my own
business.

Enough of the smart-alec stuff.

My sergeant here was attacked.

I was with a friend.

What friend?

No one you know.

Does this friend
have a name?

Stacey Carter,
local hairdresser.

Local bike.

We were just talking.

Is this a picture
of your ex-wife?

Yeah.

She was murdered.

Oh, my God.

Someone tried to weigh
her body down with stones,

ey didn't do
Someone tried to weigh
a very good job of it.nes,but th

She was garroted...
with a fishing line.

e
She was garroted...
witit was me, eh?ne.

Estimated time of death

between midday and midnight
on Thursday.

I was here...
working till 7:00.

Had dinner
with Janice,

went to bed.

And you can confirm that?

Hello?

They're asking you a question.

Oh, my God.

You cheap, lying...

"Early birthday present"?

It's hers!

We had dinner, went to bed...

He went off on Thursday

Don'o her.

Got back late, maybe 11:00.

Shut your mouth.

Gina knew you'd never
forgive her, didn't she--

having an affair with the man
who put you away for ten years.

So she went to ground.

But she came out
for Finnegan's memorial.

That's why you were there,
wasn't it?

Am I right?

Once you'd found her...

you couldn't do anything--
too many people--

so you waited,
you followed her

and you took your revenge.

I want my lawyer.

LYNLEY:
Do you think
he killed them both,

his ex-wife and Finnegan?

Motive's there--
technical know-how.

HAVERS:
What, enough to build a bomb?

Look, I don't know.

Maybe he learned to use
explosives from the net.

Let's get his computer
analyzed as well.

He can certainly
wire a car.

Can I make a suggestion, sir?

What now?

Well... leave this to me.

You need to go home
and take care of your wife.

Well, if you don't mind
my saying so.

No.

Thank you, Havers.

TURNER:
Evening, sir.

Oh, everything all right?

Yes, sir,
your wife's upstairs.

Noel Shakespeare's wife
moved to Melbourne last July.

But phone company
records show

he made four calls
to Finnegan

in the three weeks
before Lizzie's appeal,

which ties in with
what Tessa Jellicoe said

about threats to Finnegan.

Right.

I'll see you tomorrow morning--

8:00 sharp.

TURNER:
Night, sir.

Hi, darling.
TURNER:
Night, sir.

I've got supper.

Your favorite.

Helen?

I don't believe
this is happening.

Do stop moaning.

He left the house to you.

Told you: guilt running
through him like
a stick of rock.

This is payback time,
Gracie.

I was like you,
I was the prefect wife,

but he treated me
like a dog.

You've been Lady Muck
all these years

and I've had nothing.

No, this is nothing
to do with guilt.

Why did he change his will
three months ago?

What happened?

Look, the man changed
his mind, that's all.

People do.

He told you, didn't he?

Well, he told you he was
putting you in the new will.

Don't upset yourself.

The house is worth
a fortune.

Worst comes
to the worst, sell.

They call it "downsizing."

To shop till I drop.

You might want to check
your name's on them
house deeds

just to set your mind at rest.

Toodle-oo.

GRACE:
"Dear Professor Finnegan,

We can confirm your policy
does cover multiple sclerosis."

And you knew about this?

Yes.

Hello,
you all right?

Fine, thank you.

We're busy.

Dermot came t
in confidence.

You knew he had MS,

you knew for three months
and you didn't tell me.

He didn't want
to burden you

before he absolutely
had to,

and I had to respect
his privacy.

I'm his wife.

And he would have
had to tell you soon
the MS was progressing.

A few falls, stumbles,

things he could pass
off as clumsiness,

but not for much longer,
and he knew it.

Hmm?

Am I right
in thinking

he named you
as sole beneficiary?

Oh, of the life insurance, yes,

but not in the new will--
as no doubt you know.

What new will?

Oh, Tessa.

How can I believe
anything you say?

LYNLEY:
A dozen white roses.

Make that two dozen.

No-- no card.

She'll know who they're from.

Thank you.

Hardly makes up
for what happened, does it?

Still, what else can I do?

Okay, so what have we got?

Uh, well, we've, uh, we've just
had a call from Grace Finnegan.

Uh, not a happy bunny.

nts us
to check out Maureen.

Because?

Well, because Finnegan left her
a shed-load of dosh,

and... and Maureen knew
she was in the will in advance.

So if Maureen wanted the money
in a hurry...

Well, it would tie in

with this fax that we got
from the Irish police.

She's broke.

She put in a phony
insurance claim

for a burglary
that didn't happen;

her cottage has been repossessed

and she's been living
in a caravan for nine months.

Right, so, we've got
Maureen Finnegan...

Noel Shakespeare.

HAVERS:
Who made threatening
phone calls to Finnegan

and doesn't have an alibi

for the night
the car bomb was planted.

And Peter Stephanopoulos,

who we've already got
on Gina's murder.

Yeah, but he does
have an alibi

for the brick
through my window.

I talked to that hairdresser,
um, Stacey Carter.

He was at her place that night.

Will she say that in court?

Yeah, I reckon so.

Still doesn't let him off
the hook for Finnegan.

Yeah, but still doesn't give us
enough to charge him for it.

How much did he leave
Maureen in his will?

Over 200 grand.

"Shop till I drop," she said.

She's been gone hours.

Uh, we'd like to search
Maureen's room,

if that's all right.

Oh, be my guest.

Top of the stairs,
second on the left.

Was this letter
the first that you heard
about your husband's MS?

Yes.

He confided in Tessa.

MS can be very
unpredictable apparently.

Dermot could have had
another ten, 20 years,

and I can't help
wondering...

What?

Well, he wrote Maureen
into the will

MS.
Well, he wrote Maureen
into the willound out about the

She obviously knew
she was in line for money.

Question is, did she know
he was ill as well?

MAUREEN:
So...

What do you think?

Amazing what
a little cash can do.

Well, you know what they say:
shrouds have no pockets.

How did you know you were
included in the will,
Mrs. Finnegan?

Oh, Dermot told me.

Phoned me to say
he had MS.

He toldyou?

Yes.

So... the whole bloody world
knew except me.

I am so sick of being treated
like a child!

Then stop behaving like one.

Can we get back
to Professor Finnegan, please?

He'd said he'd been doing
a lot of thinking

since he was diagnosed.

Dermot didn't know
how long he had left

so he wanted to put
his affairs in order,

make it up to me.

For?

Screwing half the country;
running off with Grace.

Catholic guilt, Inspector,
repentance, nothing like it--

especially when you think
you're about to meet your maker.

I thought confession was meant
to take care of guilt.

Confession?

Finnegan?

The amount that man
had on his conscience

he'd have been in that box
months-- right, Gracie?

Sorry...

the great taboo.

Well, I don't know about you,
but I need a cup of tea.

MAUREEN:
He said, "You get the cash
and Grace gets the house

plus the life insurance."

It's worth about
300,000, isn't it?

I've no idea.

I believe you,
thousands wouldn't.

Are you making an accusation?

I wouldn't dream of it.

But the poor man had MS.

Handy for Gracie
that he's not going to be around

to be a burden for
God knows how many years.

I loved him.

So did I.

Even though he beat you?

You searched my room.

With Mrs. Finnegan's permission.

It is her house.

And those are mine, too.

Wrong... mine.

Dermot's presents.

I took nothing
when I left him,

not even a suitcase.

LYNLEY:
And, uh...

what about these?

My doctor's idea...

in case I plucked up courage
to charge, but I... I neverd.

And is that
how it was for you, too?

Certainly not.

Oh, come on, Gracie,
the man beat you to a pulp!

That's enough.

Always sorry, wasn't he?

Always buying those little
forgive-and-forget presents--

silver for me and
ornaments for you.

And every time the remorse...

"I wish I could stop.

I wish to God
I could change, Maureen."

And I'd say,

"If wishes were horses,
beggars would ride."

I want you out of my house now.

Fine with me!

And what about the fraudulent
insurance claim

you filed in Dublin?

Not according
to the Irish police.

I was never charged.

u have no grounds
Ito charge me now,d.And yo

with that or anything else.

You can go... for now.

You leave my silver.

My silver.

I earned it.

Sir, was
she suggesting

that Grace
murdered Finnegan

for the insurance money?

Not in so many words,
but, yes.

That could be
why she's so adamant

he didn't beat her.

I mean,
it gives her motive.

And her alibi
was Finnegan.

Either way, she's not
going to tell us.

No, but if Grace
was being beaten,

who would she
go to for help?

Someone who was a close
friend and a doctor.

Tessa Jellicoe.

Let's go and see her.

(cell phone rings)

Hello, darling.

Thanks for the flowers.

They're gorgeous.

How are you feeling?

Tired.

Well, feet up.

I'll be back as soon as I can

and we'll...

Tommy, I've had a long chat
with my sister.

And?

She's invited me to stay.

What, in the country?

That's good.

Yeah, I...
I'll meet up with you there.

That's... not what I mean.

That's... not what I mean.ybe
we need some time apart.

I think...
I think what we need is...

is to talk.

Darling you've
had a terrible time,

but we'll get over this,
you know?

Hold on.

Havers, I'm sorry
to do this to you again.

Its no problem.

I'm on my way.

I've told Penny I'm coming.

Tell her
you've changed your mind.

Tommy...

Are you sure
you don't mind?

No, if you could
just drop me off

at the hospital, yeah?

(knocks on door)

MAN:
Can I help you?

Uh, yeah, I was looking
for Dr. Jellicoe.

She's off duty.

Well, any idea where she'd be?

Well, there's a pub in town
where her lot meet sometimes.

What do you mean, "her lot"?

You know, lesbians.

What's wrong with that?

Oh, being a lesbian's
fine with me.

Snogging a patient,
a vulnerable one,

that's a whole
different ballgame.

Look, I'm investigating
a murder.

If you've got
some professional
misconduct grievance

then take it up with
the hospital authorities...

ORDERLY:
What?

Oh, my God.

What is it?

Uh, this "vulnerable patient,"
who was she?

(ornament clatters)

Feeling better?

No.

It's a new chapter, Gracie...

for both of us.

What do you mean,
"for both of us"?

(cell phone ringing)

Yes, Havers?

Uh, I've got
a breakthrough, sir.

Well, I think.

Um, a nurse just told me

he saw Dr. Tessa Jellicoe
kissing a vulnerable patient,

a woman.

Who?

Well,
Grace Finnegan--

bruises all over
her face

like she'd
been beaten.

Regular customer,
going back years.

She's been coming in
wearing scarves

trying to hide
her face.

So they were lovers?

Helen?

Well, it
looks like it.

Um... also Tessa's been busy
on the Internet

researching explosives.

Good God...

Yeah, and then I saw
the "sharps" box.

's what they use to get rid
Yeah, and then I saw
of contaminated needles.. It

And?

A sharps box, sir-- S-H-A-R.

A sharps boRight.-- S-H-A-R.

So where's Tessa now?

Uh, well, my hunch,
with Grace Finnegan.

Sir?

I'll meet you there.

What about Helen?

I said
I'll meet you there, all right?

Everything all right?

Not really, no.

Is that the box?

Yeah.

Where are they?

Uh, they're in the garden.

Come on, then.

It's not love, its not--
it's control.

LYNL:
Dr. Jellicoe,
we'd like a word, please.

About?

HAVERS:
You were seen
by one of your nurses

kissing Mrs. Finnegan.

We had
a relationship, yes.

I ended it.

Which is none
of their business.

Would you have any idea
how the casing of the bomb

that killed
Professor Finnegan

was a hospital sharps box?

No.

And I'm sorry,

I can't talk now,
I'm late.

Whoever planted the bomb
probably assumed

there'd be nothing left
after the explosion.

They were wrong.

Really?

ovements
Really? for your m

on the night
the bomb was planted

in Professor
Finnegan's car?

I was at home.

Can anyone verify that?

No.

Your computer at work,
uh, do you use the Internet?

What if I do?

Are you aware
that whenever you
use any Web site--

to make explosives, say,
or to build a bomb--

that that visit is logged

and stored on a computer's
hard disk indelibly?

You had no right!

You would never
have left him.

16 years
she put up with it.

The usual thing, men like
Finnegan, it's all about power.

And the same old pattern:

He'd be okay for months
and then he'd lose it.

And you'd come running back.

"Take care
of me, Tessa,

"but don't tell
anybody, because
I love him

and it's
not his fault."

I did love him.

Yes, but itwashis fault.

And then you found out
that he had MS?

Yes, and for
a moment I thought

maybe there is a God;
we could be together.

But then it hit me--
If you hadn't left him

when he was healthy,
you'd never leave him now.

Not in your nature.

Why didn
to the police

Why didn
was being beaten?

I wouldn't let her.

He wasn't a bad man.

He loved me.

Well, you see?

That's what I couldn't stand:

The idea of this sweet,
sweet woman tending that animal

for years and years and years.

So you killed the man I loved

and... and then what, hmm?

You and me,
together, happy ever after?

You're just like him,
pulling the strings,

trying to manipulate me.

No, I did it for you.

And the attack
on my wife...

and on Havers,

that was you, too,
wasn't it?

God in heaven, why?

To make it seem like
there was some connection

between Finnegan's death
and one of his past cases.

I never meant for your wife
to lose the baby--

I'll regret that every day--

but not what I did
to Finnegan.

Not what I did for you.

You... you wouldn't
listen, Grace.

No,youwouldn't listen.

I loved him.

Not you, him.

If other people
don't understand, too bad.

He was mine,
for better and for worse.

No, you're wrong;
he had changed, he had.

He was trying
to make things right.

Hadn't laid a finger on me
for months.

It was my marriage,
Tessa, my life.

You stole my life.

(indistinct
radio transmissions)

(talking in low voices)

Should help
(talking iLizzie Shakespeare.

Sir?

Now that Finnegan's
been exposed

as a wife-beater

his testimony
will never stand up
to a second appeal.

My bet is she'll
be out by Christmas.

Good for her.

Tessa!

You had no right!

No!

Havers!

Barbara?

Barbara?

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