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- 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 favorite method

of dispatch was the garrotte.

- Well, we can rule out
copycats in this story.

She was stabbed.

- Do we know who she was?

- Yeah, 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 6
am, but body temperature

and rigor mortis argue
for a time of death

several hours earlier.

- So it could have 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.

- 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. Huh.

You know, all these
cards are the same

and they are all blank.

Must be the same sender.

Why do you send flowers
without a message?

- When you can't express
yourself in two inches,

especially not down the phone
to the woman at Interflora.

- Well, could be
unwanted admirer?

It would fit with
the entry phone.

- Yeah, but why keep
the flowers?

- Get Winston to find
out who the florist is,

more importantly the sender.

- Informing the parents?

- Here.

That's their address.

I'll check out this work
mate of hers, Darren.

- Very smoothly done.

- What's that?

- Getting out of the
worst part of the job.

I almost didn't notice.

- It is my day off.

- Deborah Proctor?

- Yes?

- Ah, Mr.. Proctor, I'm
Detective Sergeant Havers.

- This is Emily.

July, last year.

She got a first in law.

- I understand she
was training at

the chambers of Tony Wainwright?

- It was her dream come true.

She was 13 when she
saw him talking

on a documentary about refugees.

- So Emily sees Wainwright
on a TV documentary

and ends up working
for him 10 years later?

- Well, it's all a bit
of a fairytale, isn't it?

- Yeah, right up to
the grim ending.

I'd better go, thanks.

- Detective Inspector Lynley?

- Yes.

- Hester Reed, Chief Clerk,
Tony Wainwright's chambers.

- Nice to meet you.

- This way.

- Actually, I'm looking
for one of

Emily Proctor's colleagues,
Darren somebody,

afraid we don't know
the surname.

- Well, there's no Darren
anybody here.

What's this about?

- Are you sure?

Not in the security
staff or the maintenance?

- Inspector Lynley, as Chief
Clerk, I know everybody.

We don't have a Darren.

Which isn't to say that Emily

doesn't work with such a person.

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

- Emily Proctor voluntarily
ended

her pupillage here
four months ago.

I hope she isn't in any trouble?

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

Emily was found murdered
this morning.

- Oh, my God.

That's awful.

That's terrible news.

- I'm sorry, did you say?

- Graham, we'll talk
in a moment.

This is a terrible,
terrible shock.

- Ms.. Reed, everyone
I've spoken to seeMs.

to think that Emily
still worked here.

Can you tell me what happened?

Why she left?

- She just found the
cut and thrust

of the work wasn't for her.

- I see.

Mr.. Wainwright will take this
particularly hard I imagine?

- What makes you say that?

- I understand that he and
Emily had been corresponding

since she was a teenager?

- Mr.. Wainwright might
have been her inspiration

but that was a long time ago.

- Still, it's remarkable,
isn't it?

That she should end
up working here?

- Yes.

- Did she shadow him?

- I'd need to check the records.

- Why don't we just
ask Mr.. Wainwright?

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

- Ooh, is he? We'd better
be quick, then.

- Did Emily have a boyfriend?

- She hasn't had the
time for boys.

- Had Emily talked about
being frightened

or threatened recently?

- No, why?

- Well, did she tell you
why she felt the need

to install a video entry system?

- I didn't know she had.

- You hadn't been
to visit lately?

- No.

- Well, had she been here?

- It's ridiculous, every
time we arranged to meet,

someone was ill or
Emily had too much work.

- So when did you last see her?

- Three months ago. Maybe four.

- This is a tragedy.

That's the only word for it.

- Ms. Reed has been
very helpful,

but was unable to give
me an explanation

as to why Emily didn't
continue her pupillage.

- I did give you an explanation.

- I beg your pardon, I should
have said a satisfactory one.

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

- I thought you'd known
her for 10 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, 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 okay, 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 favored 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 favoritism.

- What about her pupillage?

- Absolutely not, she got
that on her own merit.

- What went wrong, then?

Why did she leave?

- I genuinely don't know.

- Even though you
were her mentor?

- In our last conversation--

- Your last conversation?

How many these did you have?

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

Emily said as a teenager
she was fixated

with the idea of being a lawyer,

but now she felt that
that might have been

at the expense of
something else.

- Such as?

- She had a half-sister.

Lisa, I think her name was,

who she'd lost touch with.

That had become an
issue for her.

- Presumably you were
as unsatisfied

with that explanation as I am?

- Yes.

- So?

- So, I couldn't
make her tell me.

Ultimately I had regretfully
to respect her decision.

I'm sorry, I have to go.

Mr. Wainwright, this
is a murder inquiry,

and you'll go when I've
finished asking you questions.

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

to get justice for
500 miners killed

by asbestos poisoning in Kenya.

That was murder on a
grand scale perpetrated

by a British company, and
Scotland Yard never sent

so much as a constable.

- Kenya's a little
off our patch, sir.

- If it'd been a pretty
backpacker in Australia

you'd have sent half of CID.

Now, what were those questions?

- I'm sorry, Martin, the
interlocutory is on the 15th,

you'll have to speak
to me nearer the time.

- Ms. Reed, did Emily
have a direct line?

- She shared one with
another pupil.

- I'd like to see the
records of that

as soon as possible,
please, thank you.

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

however, um, however fleetingly.

- Of course.

Mr. Marshall, I asked you to get

those papers over to the
Mallory's 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
organize 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 since she was--

- 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

color your judgment?

- I'm sure.

- Winston, I want you
to get the low-down

on Tony Wainwright QC.

I seem to remember him
getting the wrong kind

of headlines a couple
of years ago.

What? No, no, I'm not sure.

I think he clobbered a
photographer or something.

Okay, 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.

- Okay, let's say Wainwright
and Emily did have a fling.

So what?

- 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.

- Okay, 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 becoming 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
offenses 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 canceled?

- Young girl murdered
in Hyde Park last night,

so yes, leave canceled.

- Look, it never would
have crossed my mind

to ask you to come to
my stupid lecture.

- I know but I offered.

- Yes, and I was touched
and now I feel a tad silly.

- Well, you shouldn't
feel silly.

- Hi, Barbara.

- Er, hey.

- Two minutes?

- No, it is important.

Er, we've got a result on
Emily's bank statement.

For the last four months,
she's been working

for a media company in Dalston.

- Dalston?

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

- Yean, 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.

- Well, 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? Indeed.

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 do you think about it?

Really?

- I don't think about it.

- Good. That's what I said.

- I mean apart from
the fact that you're

obviously not just friends.

Oh, 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.

Oh, in fact, in 2001
he took part in

a successful attempt
at Mount Everest.

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

- Ooh.

- Still, pretty impressive
and, um--

- Anything else?

- Yeah.

He's never been married.

- Really?

- Well, who's the picture of

the beautiful bride on his desk?

Hardly the Inns of Court, is it?

Hello, it's the police.

Can you open up the
door, please?

No one here yet.

- Open this door now, thank you.

I'm just a cleaner.

I'm, I'm sorry.

- Yeah, all right,
we understand.

If you could just
let us in, please?

- No one here yet.

- That's okay.

Can you tell me what kind
of media company this is?

- Oh, I don't know.

- Oh, a reception desk
without a receptionist.

- Nice hours, eh?

Er, what time do the
staff normally come in?

- Oh, please, I have
next job now.

- Oh, I'll go.

- 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
organized too, yeah.

- Yeah, they 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.

- So what do we think
Emily's been paid

to do for the last four months?

- It's hard to tell.

- Whoa!

- Interesting DVD collection.

- Interesting collection.

It looks like some
kind of film set.

- Yeah.

Well, maybe Emily
was in the office

helping with their legal work.

- Well, I hope so.

'Cause 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.

And 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 10 minute
from going online

and I was already two girl 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 favorite 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 then suddenly he
called her Brie.

- Brie?

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

I never let them use
their real ones.

- Like that?

Mmm.

- How did she react when she
realized 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 okay?

- 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?

- 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 okay to be upset.

- I'm not upset. I
hardly knew her.

- Winston?

- I thought Tanner was
pretty meek and mild

until he asked Emily
to do something

she wasn't comfortable with.

This is how he showed
his disappointment.

- And he wasn't banned?

Terms and conditions stipulate
they all get a second chance.

- Even when they've
just threatened

to strangle your little sister?

- I run this place.

I don't make the rules.

- But the rules don't
include the outside world,

like the cafe where she was
approached for instance.

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

But Emily was adamant we didn't,

so I had Darren install
the entry phone.

- Was Emily due in
the studio tonight?

- Yes.

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

- So if he missed it,
it would be telling?

Almost like showing his hand?

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

but at the moment,
that's it, no more.

- What, no arrest?

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

- Oh, Winston called.

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

- Anyone interesting?

- Yeah.

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

The call lasted just
under half an hour.

- Tony Wainwright or, or
someone else, I wonder.

- Well, the call's logged
to the main number,

but Winston's finding out.

- Oh, what about the flowers?

- Oh, no, he didn't
mention the flowers.

- Hey, Lafferty, what
have you got?

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

- Yes, apart from that, yeah.

- Okay.

First point of interest,
given this day and age,

and the fact that
the victim was 23,

is that she was a virgin.

- You 100% on that?

- 110. Virgo intacta.

- What about cause of death?

- Two stab wounds.

The first one, miles off
if death was the intention.

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
rubberized mold.

- Anything else?

- Well, significant pre-mortem
abrasions to the left elbow,

left thigh, and left kneecap.

And I found asphalt grit
in the kneecap wound and

a corresponding tear
in the jeans

with a dusting of the same grit.

- She fell?

- Yeah, but the abrasions
go back and front,

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

- So she jumped or was
pushed from a car?

- That's my guess.

- She jumped.

Explains why the killer
chased her.

- Yeah, but she must have been
terrified to jump from a car.

- Terrified and or in pain.

One thing I haven't
worked out yet.

Small deep triangular wound
to the side of the calf.

If it suggests anything,
it's an arrowhead?

- The killer shot
her with an arrow?

What, to stop her escaping?

- No, that would've been
from behind, wouldn't it?

- Well, however she got
it, there's the beginning

of bruising, so she was
definitely still alive.

And that's it for the moment.

- Thanks.

- Oh, by the way.

The parents want to see the
body, first thing tomorrow.

Okay?

- Sure.

Er, I'd like to be there.

- Okay. Why?

- Just to say hello.

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

So, give me a call, if you want.

Actually, no, give
me a call anyway.

Just to let me know.
Thanks. Bye.

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

Okay, these gates.

North and south of West
Carriage Drive,

through Serpentine road to here,

are closed between
midnight and 5 am.

- Lafferty said that
the body temperature

would argue time of death
3 am, 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
northwest London,

none have records of
deliveries to Emily's address.

- Better widen your net, then.

That's not a canteen
sandwich, is it?

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

- All right.

- Oh, black light's
only presumptive,

but I've got what
look like traces

of blood and denim fiber here.

- Well, the position fits.

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

she runs through
here to the park

and she's so scared she
doesn't even clock the fence.

- Well, given where
the body was found,

the killer must've
chased her on foot.

- Which means they must've left

their vehicle here for
two, three minutes minimum.

- Havers, I want you to get
uniform to canvas this road

until it closes for
the next few nights.

Must be a jogger or a cyclist

or a taxi driver who
saw something.

Lynley.

Hi, it's Lisa Conroy.

- Hi.

- What you said about
Tanner showing his hand.

I think we can go one better.

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

- Yes, Winston?

Tanner
just came home.

- Yep, go on.

- Guess what he does
when he's not

threatening girls in chat rooms.

- What?

- Deputy Director of
Holloway Council.

- All right, good work,
keep watching.

- So each camera features
a different girl?

They come up on 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 of Emily?

- It was the most respectable
footage we could find.

- Still feels wrong.

- Do you think this
is a ball for me?

- She shouldn't have been
here in the first place.

- I don't need a guilt
trip, 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, on the other hand, if
you're holding out on us, then.

- You know, 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.

- 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 okay.

Why wouldn't I be okay?

No reason.

- Push him.

Why you so
polite tonight?

- Take your top off.

- Walked into that one.

- Tease him. He kept us waiting.

Not so fast.

Take your
top off now.

First, tell me
what's going on with us?

- You're not Brie.

Right, he's on to us.

Winston?

- Gotcha!

- I work hard, and pornography
relaxes me, all right?

What, you've only
ever used the web

to buy CDs and book
train tickets?

- Do it, you bitch,
or I'll strangle you

with that dressing gown cord.

- Come on.

It's pantomime.

- Your obsession with
Emily was very real.

- She was the prettiest,
that's all.

- Ugh, I think it was a bit
more personal than that.

- You wanted to get closer.

- Yeah and you did.

You approached her in a cafe.

- That's ridiculous.

- You even got into a
conversation with her,

which went very well until,
of course, you slipped up.

You called her by her work name.

You called her Brie.

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

- At 9:07 tonight, you typed,

I'm glad you're okay.

Why?

- Just being friendly.

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

Why shouldn't she be okay?

- No reason.

- Why shouldn't she
be okay, 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, that'd be creepy.

Hello?

- Helen, just wondering
if you got my message?

No.

- Well, just wanted to
know how it all went.

Oh, you 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.

- Hey, um, you okay?

- Yeah, fine.

- Okay, we've got two witnesses
supporting Tanner's alibi.

He was nowhere near Hyde Park.

- Uh-huh. Okay.

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.

- Of course he does.

Come on, Havers.

- Surely it's just a
question of finding

the leak and patching it up.

Mr. Wainwright is
a 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 problem,
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 odor is the least of

my concerns, Mr. Wainwright.

- Okay, 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 gynecological.

- 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 10
minutes and then left.

I just thought she'd
changed her mind.

- Excuse me.

- We're gonna need
an alibi to confirm

your presence at the dinner.

- Not a problem.

- Who's the lady
in this picture?

- Why?

- Cause 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, night.

- Thanks, love.

- Tommy?

What are you doing?

- Hi, I just wanted
to make sure you

got back safely and
that you didn't

bring the Vice Chancellor
with you.

- That's touchingly jealous
and paranoid of you.

Are you stalking me?

- Yes.

- Why?

- Because I miss you too much.

You saw
me this morning.

- I rest my case.

- Twice in a day.

We're not getting
serious, are we?

- Strictly recreational.

- I see.

- So, if I had come back
with the Vice Chancellor,

you'd have been okay with that?

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

- Come on, then.

- Oh, God!

- Don't worry about it, Tommy.

Last night was last night.

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

- It's fine.

As you've counseled 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.

Good morning.

- Morning.

- Carrie Hart, Wainwright's
first murdered girlfriend.

- Fiancee.

- Maybe he's got commitment
issues.

Hello, Records.

- Yes, it's Detective
Inspector Lynley here.

I'm looking for Detective
Sergeant Robert Mills,

worked out of Lambeth
Central, 1991.

Can you hold?

- Yep, I'll hold.

- You said you wanted a heads-up

when Emily's parents came in.

They're on their way.

- Thank you.

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

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

- 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, it's--

- Look, Emily only got back
in contact with me in April.

Before that I hadn't
seen her in 10 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 10 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.

Main pipes 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?

- 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 she was murdered?

- Yeah, these are the
last images of Emily.

At 11:05 pm, she
leaves the flat.

- This is a girl who's
recently been stalked.

So, whoever's on
the other end of

that entry phone she
knows and trusts.

- But the taxi Wainwright booked

for her wasn't due
for ten minutes.

- And Wainwright himself is
at the Bar Council dinner.

- So he says.

He hasn't supplied us
with an alibi yet.

- There's another possibility.

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

had a visitor.

- You're kidding.

- In a conversation with
Detective Sergeant Havers

yesterday morning, you
said you hadn't seen

your daughter for months.

- I didn't tell you,
because I knew

it had nothing to do
with Emily's death.

- I think you didn't tell us,

because you'd had
a row with her.

Even without a soundtrack
you can see

you're having a row, can't you?

Did you come back
and pick her up?

- No.

- Did you wait for her outside?

- No. After I left, I
drove straight home.

- What time did you get there?

- 8:45, 9 at the latest.

- And what was the
argument about?

- None of your business.

- Mr. Proctor, you're
helping the police

with their inquiries,
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 of you seem
to be index-linked.

- Look, you said Emily
was killed after 11.

I was home by nine and
in for the night.

You can ask my wife!

- Mrs. Proctor?

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

- Was he home by nine?

- Yes.

- Are you sure?

Mrs. Proctor.

- I want to wait in my car.

We need you to corroborate

your husband's statement,
I'm afraid.

- Mum.

- Lisa, what are you doing here?

- Don't you dare
cover up for him.

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

- No, no, I don't.

- Was he at home when
Emily was killed?

- Don't answer that, Deborah.

- Where did he say he was?

- Looking at a car.

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

- I've made my statement.

- You were trying
to win Emily back,

but you couldn't because
she'd faced the truth.

- She'd listened to your
lies, certainly.

- When did you get home?

- Nine o'clock, hours
before Emily was killed.

- Is that true, Mum?

- Yes.

Yes, it is.

- Let's go, Deborah. Now.

- No.

- Let's go!

- I think your wife has
made her feelings

perfectly clear, sir.

- So what do we do now,
just let him go?

- For the moment.

Come in.

- Detective Sergeant
Mills to see you.

- Retired in '99,
plain old Bob now.

- I appreciate this, Bob.

- 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 them,

you're gonna take
the lot, right?

- Right.

- Carrie was stabbed right here.

She walked this way every
day and it was raining,

so why the detour?

- Well, because she
was forced to?

- No evidence she was
dragged or manhandled,

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

He'd have heard something.

- So you wondered if
she was lured here.

- Maybe by someone she knew.

- Yeah, but why her fiance?

- Friends of the victim
said she was having doubts

about the marriage
'cause Wainwright

had played away with an ex.

- Did he provide an alibi?

- Eventually.

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

Then he suddenly remembers
his clerk dropping in.

- Do you remember the
name of the clerk?

- A woman, Hester something.

- Hester Reed, well,
she's still his clerk.

- Well, she was very jumpy
when I interviewed her.

I was that close
to breaking her,

but she stuck to her
story, or his story.

- You must'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.

In fact, I had nothing.

Ended up calling in a
few convicted muggers

for form's sake then filing
and forgetting, or trying to.

- Carrie Hart's murder.

- We must be able to use it?

Lightning doesn't strike twice.

- Wainwright is a lawyer and
an exceptionally clever one

and he will say that
it does strike twice,

especially over 15 years.

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

and that we should feel sorry
for him and not accuse him

of killing the two
loves of his life.

- And do we really believe
that he did?

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

But I do think he's a
brilliant man with a big ego

and an even bigger temper,
who hates to be denied.

I mean, Emily was denying him.

Carrie's friends vouch
that she was

in two minds about the marriage.

- So we're wasting our
time trying to break him up

with what we have
in the cupboard?

- What about Hester?

- Loyalty incarnate, isn't she?

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

she'll lie for him now.

Graham, how are you?

- Sorry. I can't talk.

- This is Detective
Sergeant Havers.

Just two minutes of
your time, please.

- Last time I spoke to
you, I nearly lost my job.

- Wainwright called
you in, did he?

- What's the story with
Wainwright and Hester Reed?

- How would I know?

- Well, the last time we
spoke you proved yourself

a keen observer of
human relations.

- So, I was right about
Wainwright and Emily?

- Tell me, are all
clerks as loyal

and committed as Hester Reed?

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

- Just Wainwright?

- Some kind of strange
glue there.

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

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

Hester arranged the whole thing,

then he never even invited her.

- Sounds more like devotion
than loyalty.

- And over the last
couple of days,

has that glue come
unstuck at all?

- I don't know about that.

- But?

- Well, um, 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, Graham.

Thanks a lot.

- Here you are.

- Couldn't you have phoned?

I've got somebody's lunch here.

- I bet I know whose.

When I 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 inquiry.

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

- Not much, I'd say, given he

barely acknowledges
your existence.

- He'd be lost without me.

- He would be in jail
without you, Hester.

- Look, if you lied for
him 15 years ago,

now is the time to tell us.

- What's funny?

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

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.

- Do you want 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.

- Now we're getting closer.

- No, I'm sorry, guys, I think

there's a problem with all this.

- Okay, this is at 11:05 pm.

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-fueled, libido-fueled
kind of thing?

- Okay, so why the
detour through Hyde Park?

- Same thing, really.

- He couldn't wait
any longer for

her to make good on her promise

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

- Then why not just go
back to his place?

- In case she still said no.

We know that Wainwright has

a violent, uncontrollable
temper.

- We know he likes
sex in public.

- No, no, no, look.

There are a dozen ways from
Kensal Rise to Notting Hill

and not one of them
goes through Hyde Park.

- Maybe that's when
she got spooked.

Now, what we doing in the park
in the middle of the night?

- It would square with why
she jumped out the car.

- Okay, another question.

Say picking up Emily
was an impulsive thing.

Why did he have a
weapon in the car?

- Hello?

Mm-hm.

Lafferty.

- Yes.

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

- And?

- No substantive link
with Emily's murder.

To be honest, I don't
really know

what you were hoping to find.

- No, neither do I.

What about the good news, then?

- Well, there's some
interesting news.

- I'll settle for interesting.

- Just got word back
on the brown deposits

that we found in Emily
Proctor's wounds.

Tellingly, they contain
pyroxene,

CA-rich plagioclase,
and hornblende.

- Telling to you, maybe.

- That mineral assemblage
indicates

that the rock is an andesite.

- Volcanic?

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

Looks to me like the
head of a climbing axe?

- That's more than interesting.

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 have 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 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.

- It's Leuco Malachite Green.

Reacts with the peroxidase
in blood.

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

- Old-school blood test, today.

DNA, 48 hours.

- 15 years ago, Carrie
Hart was 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?

Do you really think
that's right?

- I have nothing more to say.

- Don't worry, we're keeping
the pressure up on Hester.

This time I'm sure she'll
do the right thing.

- Leave her out of this.

- Only you can do that.

Do you admit to conspiracy
to providing

a false alibi in 1991?

- No, I do not.

- Yes.

We'll be right down.

- Found this in the boot.

Smells like it's been washed
with bleach really recently,

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

- Why did you take the
trouble to clean it

and then put it back in the car?

- Look, I can't tell
you how or why,

but someone has set me up here.

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

On my way home, I walked
down Kensington High Street

past banks, building
societies, jewelers.

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.

- Uh, she seemed really upset.

- She might have gone home.

She lives within
walking distance.

- Have you got her address?

- It's on file in my office.

- I need to see where
she worked.

- Straight through.

- Havers?

- What's going on?

I've just seen Wainwright.

- Where?

- Heading for the library.

- They're looking for you.

- For me?

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

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

- Just give me a minute,
could you?

- Emily?

Carrie?

- They weren't right for you.

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

I spared you a lot
of pain and hassle.

- What in God's name
gives you the right?

- The right?

Because I loved you
unconditionally,

that's what gave me the right.

And, compared to me,
they didn't know

the first thing about you.

Come on, Tony, you work
hard, you play hard,

that's what makes you tick.

Marriage, kids, that's
just not you.

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

- Look at your career.

It's gone the way
it's gone because

that's the only thing you
ever had to worry about.

- Because you took care
of everything else?

- Well, didn't I?

- Yes, you did.

- I always had your
best interests at heart.

- Including killing
the only two women

I was ever in love with?

- You didn't love them.

Let go!
- Wainwright!

- Next time you say
you're taking the day off,

take the day off.

- Sound advice, Havers,
sound advice.