♪♪ ♪♪ [ Engine starts ] [ Siren wails ] ♪♪ -Our killer came back.

-He was searching for something.

He missed something.

Let's organize a search, inside and out.

The killer may have left empty-handed.

-I suppose that rules out Halliwell, seeing as he's with us.

-Bring the others in.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -I've been here for two hours.

I don't appreciate uniformed officers turning up at my clinic.

Do I need a solicitor?

-You're not being interviewed under caution, but would you like a solicitor?

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

-Last night, I was with Barbara.

She came over to my apartment, stayed till around 10:30.

Why?

-How did Lady Barbara and Sir Paul meet?

-I played rugby with Hugo Berowne, Paul's older brother.

So she met both of them through me.

-She and Hugo were...

They were what?

Friends?

-They went out together for a while before he died.

And then Paul's wife died and... -Is there anything else you'd like to tell me about Barbara?

-Barbara and I are in love.

Have been for years.

Just didn't realize it in time.

-I've got that thing.

You know, you -- you see a policeman and you start thinking, "I've done something wrong."

Not that you're a scary policeman -- policewoman.

I'm sorry.

[ Chuckles ] I'll shut up.

-Where were you last night, Mr. Swayne, between the hours of 7:00 and 10:00?

-Why?

Is Barbie okay?

-Your sister is fine.

-Last night?

Right, uh... Well, I had dinner at about 6:30, and then I went to my local, the Craven Arms.

Bruno was with me most of the time.

-Bruno Jakes, who you live with?

-Yes.

He left sometime around a quarter to 8:00, I think, and I stayed on for a couple of hours.

I know a lot of the crowd in there, so... -Sometimes I thought Paul must have guessed.

Other times, I...

...I really thought he had no idea.

To be honest, I don't think he'd have done anything anyway.

He was depressed.

That's my professional opinion.

He changed.

The whole bloody business with the girl, Jeannie...whatever.

It was blighting his career.

[ Door opens ] -Sit down, please.

-It's all right.

-In what way is this all right?

-I've told them about us.

It's right for them to know.

-[ Clears throat ] "I was with Stephen, my cousin, at his flat from 6:00 until 10:00."

-Well, at least your stories match.

-Because they're not stories.

-I assume there'll be witnesses to your being at the flat between those times?

Night-shift cleaners?

-I'm sure there'll be someone.

-Are you going to tell us what happened last night?

-Can we talk about the night Jeannie Travers drowned?

Did you see anyone else on the riverbank before you went into the water?

Any of the other party guests, staff?

-No, no.

I told the inquest.

It was cold.

We were the only ones mad enough to be near the river.

-You didn't see Sir Paul Berowne?

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

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

-Yes.

Jeannie took longer to get her things off.

So... -And you almost reached the boat and your other friends when you looked back and realized she wasn't there.

How long was that gap in time?

-Two minutes.

Three maybe.

-When you went back to find her, she was lifeless, and you told the inquest that her foot was caught in some weeds.

Is that right?

-Yes.

Well...

I think so.

I mean, we were looking around for her and we saw her hand come up out of the water, sort of grasping at the air.

And when we reached her... yes, yes, there were definitely weeds caught around her foot.

-How sure are you that you saw her hand and that she was alive when you saw her hand?

-I don't know.

I suppose we can't be completely sure, but we just assumed.

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

♪♪ Oh, God.

What, do you think someone killed her?

Paul?

-It's just a line of inquiry.

-Spoke on the telephone earlier to Sir Paul's solicitor.

You're the chief beneficiary of his will.

-I'm his wife.

-There's a modest legacy for Miss Matlock.

-Jolly good.

-And, of course, Lady Lavinia retains the right to live in Campden Hill House until her death.

-It's lucky she's so old.

-Don't be crass.

-Did Paul know about your affair?

-No.

-I think he did.

I think he'd found out.

And I think that contributed to his state of mind before his death.

-You can think what you like.

-Was he threatening you with divorce?

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

The majority of the money was tied up in that house -- that house worth, what, a million?

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

Walthamstow.

A far cry from Holland Park.

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

-You really are muckrakers.

-Single mother.

Where was your father?

-Dom and I are bastards.

Yes, we had our mother, the drunk.

The family shame.

We were nothing.

No one wanted us.

I'm not ashamed of it.

I use it.

So don't judge me.

-I'm not judging you.

I'm thinking you worked very hard to get where you are.

-I've got Stephen now.

Divorce or no divorce, I'd have been just fine.

-Would she, Mr. Lampart?

Because I've been looking into your finances.

The negligence case against you, which you lost, cost you thousands.

The clinic's mortgaged to the hilt.

-Lots of businesses have run on that basis.

But Sir Paul's money will be extremely useful.

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

-This is all conjecture.

-The priest at St. Matthew's Church was attacked last night.

He's in a critical condition.

We believe the attack is connected to the attack on Sir Paul.

-We don't know anything about that.

We've never been to that church, and we've never seen him before.

-We're going to leave now, unless you're gonna charge us.

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

-Agreed.

-He wouldn't have any trouble getting the money out of her though.

We've got our motive.

-Swayne?

-He certainly didn't see anyone on the bank, but there was a two-to-three-minute gap.

If Halliwell is telling the truth, then Sir Paul could have got to her.

-And as a suspect?

-I'm not sure.

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

-[ Scoffs ] Yeah, got it in him.

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

Shacked up with his boyfriend.

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

♪♪ [ Indistinct conversation ] ♪♪ [ Door opens, closes ] ♪♪ -Morning, all.

-Bruno Jakes confirms he was with Swayne in the pub, but he said he left sometime just after 7:00, which is earlier than Swayne said.

Jakes is going away today, but he's left me a contact number.

Also, I went to the pub last night.

Landlord and a couple of others say Swayne was definitely in there, but none of them are sure of timing, so he could have slipped out at some point.

-Couldn't find anyone at the clinic to vouch for Stephen Lampart or Barbara Berowne, but there is a separate entrance to the flat up some stairs around the back, so it's possible she went in that way.

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

-Find out what car he drives.

-Yep.

-And the same with Swayne and Barbara.

Let's find out if any of them drive a black car that could be our vehicle at the scene.

♪♪ ♪♪ Did we ever find out who Berowne was visiting in hospital the first time he went to the church?

-Yes.

Norman Hurrell, his constituency agent.

-The nurses on the ward told me Sir Paul visited your husband several times.

-Yes.

Sir Paul was a lovely man.

Thoughtful.

They had a strong friendship.

-Did your husband happen to say whether Sir Paul had confided anything during his visits?

Any particular troubles or...?

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

Tragic, really, that they went within days of each other.

I actually rang to speak to Sir Paul on the day he died.

I wanted to tell him about the funeral arrangements.

-You mean you rang him last Monday?

-Rang him where?

-Campden Hill House.

-What time was that?

-In the evening, just after 6:00.

Lady Lavinia answered.

She checked Sir Paul's diary for me.

-She consulted his diary?

-Yes.

♪♪ -I'm investigating two brutal murders, three most likely.

If you all continue to lie to me, either directly or by omission, I will discover your lies and I will prosecute you for perverting the course of justice, and you will go to prison.

Last chance.

-The diary was in the drawer at 6:00 that evening.

I did check it and I then replaced it.

Then I went up to my room to wait for Mattie to bring me my supper.

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

-So you lied.

Did you hear what she said?

Why would you lie?

Did you send him to kill Paul?

-What possible motive could I have for harming Paul?

Whereas you had a cast-iron motive.

Or you thought you did.

Paul told me about you and Lampart, his old and trusted friend.

Paul didn't need to tell me.

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

-Bitch!

You know, I may be forced to let you live here, but I'm going to make it so...horrible for you that you'd rather go anywhere else.

-You don't speak to her like that.

-So be it.

I was hoping to deal with this privately.

-What is that?

-Witnessed by Harry Mack.

And you.

-There had to be two of us so I brought Mack in from the porch.

-It's a will.

-So you were that church?

You've been telling us a pack of lies.

-Paul called me shortly after Mrs. Hurrell.

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

Halliwell drove me.

We arrived at... -Around 20 to 7:00.

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

Just legal, I suppose.

Then he told me they argued, and he told her he wanted a divorce.

-That's not true.

-And he wanted her and her wretched brother out of his life and certainly out of this house!

Then he told me he wanted to make a new will, there and then.

Paul left everything to me.

After my death, it passes to a distant relative.

The title.

This house.

He inherits everything.

-No, no, this is...

This won't work.

Paul does have an heir.

I'm carrying his child.

-He told me you'd say that.

He also told me he hadn't touched you for six months.

That baby is Lampart's.

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

-...are bastards.

-Shut up!

-Did you really think you could go on living here, in my home, and raise your cuckoo child as Paul's?

-[ Crying ] -We left the church at 7:20.

Sir Paul was alive.

-Why didn't you tell us any of this?

-Because this is Berowne family business.

Paul's conscience, Paul's decisions, were no one else's concern.

-Paul's conscience about what?

The death of his first wife?

The death of Jeannie Travers?

Do you not want to know who murdered your son?

-After the first death, there is no other.

-[ Crying ] -Leave her!

-I need new statements from you all.

-Mr. Lampart!

-Mr. Swayne!

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

-Interesting who turns up to an inquest.

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

-He will have been told the adjournment was a formality.

-Very sad time for all of us.

I don't particularly have much to say.

-Miss Wharton.

So sorry about Father Barnes.

-Thank you, dear.

-You did well in there.

You and Darren.

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

-You probably will.

Eventually.

-I'm sorry.

-Do you mind if I...?

-Of course.

-You spoke very well, Darren.

So nice and clear.

Everyone's pleased with you.

I've missed you on the tow path.

-I've been at school.

-Good.

Yes, that's quite right.

You'll be cleverer than you are already.

-Ah, devastating.

-I have to clean the statues in the church tomorrow afternoon.

Would you like to help me?

After school, of course.

Darren?

-Yeah, all right.

-Lovely.

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

What's your name?

-Theresa Nolan.

-I'm Kate Miskin.

D.S.

Miskin.

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

I can see that this is hard for you.

It doesn't have to be official.

Not if you don't want it to be.

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

-I qualified as a nurse last year.

I find the wards a bit hectic, so I signed on with an agency for some private work.

My first job was Campden Hill House.

Lady Lavinia had had a fall.

She needed constant care.

Sir Paul was...

He was really kind to me.

We hit it off, you know?

I'm a long way from home.

-It's okay.

-But then he started talking to me.

I didn't know what he wanted at first.

Flattering me, finding me when I was alone.

And then one day... he... -Are you talking about Sir Paul?

-No.

No, not Sir Paul.

-You little... -Don't.

-Eh?

Eh?

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

-Trying to make a fool out of me.

-Sergeant.

Warrant to search his house.

Anything at all that puts him in the church, anything that connects him to Theresa Nolan.

-All right.

♪♪ [ Indistinct conversations ] -I'm sorry, are you talking about the little nurse?

Lady Lavinia's nurse?

Well, I hardly spoke to her.

Certainly didn't touch her.

Why would I?

-Why would she invent a rape allegation?

-I don't know.

Too much Mills & Boon, perhaps.

She fancied me.

You know, smiling at me.

This is just spite.

-She said that when she handed in her notice to Sir Paul Berowne, she confided in him about what you'd done to her, and he was very angry on her behalf.

He wanted to take it up with you immediately, but she begged him not to.

-Well, yes, because she was lying.

-Because she felt humiliated.

Ashamed.

-Honestly... Look, I don't touch women.

All right?

This is a bloody nightmare.

-I'd like you to consider a scenario.

Sir Paul did, in fact, arrive at the Black Swan later than he'd hoped.

He parked his car down by the river and he saw you drunk, laughing with Jeannie Travers on the bank, and he couldn't stand it, and he confronted you about what you'd done to Theresa Nolan in his family home.

And, what, you fought?

-Finish the scene for me.

-That's not... That's ridiculous.

I didn't see Paul that night.

I told you that!

I'm not saying anything else.

♪♪ -On the night of Sir Paul's murder, I think you took his diary and the papers from Campden Hill House and you went to St. Matthew's Church, and you told Sir Paul that you wanted to talk to him, to sort things out.

And then you murdered him.

Had Barbara told you that he planned to divorce her?

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

And he knew what you'd done to Theresa.

Did he threaten to finish your career?

-No comment.

-And then Harry Mack walked in and you had no choice but to murder him, too.

And then you staged the scene to make it look like Sir Paul had committed suicide after killing Mack.

♪♪ -No comment.

-And then on Wednesday night, you went back to the church.

Were you looking for something?

Something you'd left behind?

Evidence you feared we'd find?

-I've never been to that church!

I've never been anywhere near it!

I have alibis for both of those nights.

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

You have no evidence for any of this!

-Mr. Swayne... -[ Sobbing ] Why are you doing this to me?!

God, I'm...

I'm sorry for shouting.

-Proper master of disguise, ain't you?

-[ Breathing heavily ] They make for interesting reading, your reviews.

"The fight sequences, choreographed by Dominic Swayne deliver all the required shocks and thrills."

You're trained in stage fighting, are you?

I could just ring and ask your, uh, what do you call them?

Your representatives.

-I've had some training in stage combat.

Why shouldn't I have had?

I mean, most actors do.

It's -- It's stage combat.

[ Laughs ] I'm so sorry to laugh.

It's just... [ Laughs ] It's just so desperate.

[ Laughs ] -Put two D.C.s on him.

I want to know where he is at all times.

And alert the hospital.

He can't get anywhere near Father Barnes.

-It's him.

I bloody know it is.

We can't hold him on the rape?

-Do you think she'd make the accusation official?

-I doubt it.

I can try.

-Tell her Swayne's at large and that he knows what she said.

-Really?

-Yes.

Then take her somewhere safe.

Not her home address, and certainly not the clinic.

-Yes, sir.

-Sit down, please.

You remember Her ladyship's nurse, Theresa Nolan?

-Yes.

-I understand you had a fair amount to do with her.

-Yes, I suppose so.

Organizing things and... Why?

-Did you ever see Dominic Swayne speaking to her?

-No, not that I remember.

-She never talked to you about him?

-No.

-Miss Nolan claims that Dominic Swayne raped her in her bedroom here on February the 23rd.

-What?

-Well, she's making it up.

Dominic would never do that.

She was very young.

Impressionable.

Dominic is...

He's naturally friendly.

She probably got some idea in her head.

She's... -You described yourself and Dominic as a good friends.

-Yes, well, we are friends.

-Sometimes we want to protect our good friends.

Are you still certain, absolutely certain, that he was here with you on Monday evening, the night of Sir Paul's death?

-Yes, I told you.

I am certain that he was here.

Is that all?

-I understand Sir Paul held himself responsible for your father's death... in prison.

Did you?

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

I was...

I am very grateful for everything he did for me.

-For taking you on as housekeeper?

To serve?

-Yes.

[ Door opens ] -You can call me anytime, and I'll be in touch about what's happening.

-Thank you.

-Theresa...

Please just think again about pressing charges.

I hate saying this, but think about the other women he might do this to.

-I don't want to be that girl.

You know?

The one who was...

I don't want people knowing that about me.

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

-It's not.

-It is where I'm from.

I want a normal life.

A family.

Sorry.

♪♪ ♪♪ -I'm going to show you a photograph, and I'd like you to look very carefully and then tell me if you've ever seen this person before.

-Yes, I have.

I think.

-Wasn't he at the inquest yesterday?

A relation of Sir Paul's?

-Yes, he was.

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

-Yes, I-I think so.

-You didn't notice him in the congregation the night Father Barnes was attacked?

-I-I didn't.

I'm sorry.

There were a lot of people in that night, a lot of strangers.

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

This is also him.

What is it?

-It's probably nothing.

It's just...that jacket.

The buttons.

-Yes?

♪♪ Where did you find this?

-I'll show you.

I emptied it earlier on.

There was actually rather a lot in the box by the door, but this one gets overlooked.

That was all that was in it.

-When would it last have been emptied?

-Last Sunday afternoon.

Father Barnes would have done it.

-And would the church then have been locked -until Sir Paul came in?

-Yes.

-So this was put into the box sometime between when Sir Paul entered the church and when?

-The night Father Barnes was attacked.

Is it significant?

-Yes, it is.

-Ex-ter-min-ate, ex-ter-min-ate, ex-ter-min-ate.

-Darren?

Hello.

We met, um... at the inquest yesterday.

Do you remember?

I'm Dominic, by the way.

You know, you were very brave yesterday, talking about it all.

Must have been awful.

So what are you doing here?

-Nothing.

-Ah.

Just finished school?

I was actually just looking for something.

Well, perhaps you could help me find it.

I have a very nice, smart jacket and, well, I appear to have lost the spare button.

They're very particular buttons.

Silver with a fancy sort of design.

I'm sure I lost it somewhere around here.

You haven't seen it, haven't you?

-No.

-That's a pity.

Well, I'll walk with you.

[ Suspenseful music plays ] ♪♪ It's terrible water, isn't it?

♪♪ Can you swim, Darren?

♪♪ And you're quite sure about my button?

♪♪ You know, I remember when I was a little boy, just like you.

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

You know, my own little piece of treasure.

I'd have remembered exactly where I put it.

♪♪ -[ Whimpers ] -Nice.

But I don't have time for chase, Darren.

♪♪ [ Telephone rings ] -Sir?

- Mr. Dalgliesh?

-D.S.

Masterson.

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

Darren was supposed to be here an hour ago to help me clean the statues, but he hasn't arrived.

-He's probably just forgotten or something.

-Most probably, yes.

But after everything that's happened... Could you tell Mr. Dalgliesh?

-Yeah.

I'm sure he'll turn up.

All right, now, can you get off the line, please?

Thanks very much for your call.

-[ Telephone rings ] -Hello.

- It's me.

-Good.

What's going on?

Swayne was at the church.

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

There's no passport here.

Did you notice one when you searched?

-... Yeah, yeah, I did.

Yeah.

How the hell did he give us the slip?

- Is Miskin back?

Get more uniform over to the hospital.

Tell Miskin to meet me at Campden Hill House.

-Yes, sir.

Swayne's on the run.

Boss has got grounds to charge him.

Should have bloody watched him myself.

-What does he want us to do?

-That woman from the church just rang.

Kid was supposed to be there, but he ain't turned up.

Boss wants you to go check on him.

-What, now?

-Yeah, that's what he said.

-Where are you going?

-Campden Hill House.

-Where's your brother?

I think he tells you everything.

Did he tell you what he did to Theresa Nolan?

What about Jeannie Travers?

Did he tell you what really happened by the river, what happened in the church?

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

-Did you incite him or simply plant the seeds and watch them grow?

-Lady Lavinia.

She needs to see you.

[ Buzzing ] -Darren?

Hello?

Anyone?

-What time do you think Matlock left?

-We think about an hour ago.

-Bitter, isn't it?

After all my family have done for her.

Pathetic, deluded woman to think this Swayne could really care for a woman like Matty.

Was it him?

-Do you have a photograph of her I can take?

-I don't think there are any photographs of Mattie.

-He's using her.

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

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

-Sierra 3 to Control.

Get some uniform here, then start searching her room.

Any clues at all as to where they've gone.

-Got it.

-Where's Miskin?

Oh, a woman from the church rang just as we were leaving, said the kid hadn't turned up for something.

Miskin went to look for him.

-Hadn't turned up where?

-The church.

♪♪ ♪♪ - Control to Sierra 10.

Come in, Sierra 10.

[ Indistinct conversations ] -Show me.

-Where's my button?

-Show me, or I'll slit his throat.

-I gave it to the police.

Chief Inspector Dalgliesh has it.

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

-What did you do that for?

-Darren... -Aah!

You stupid, stupid woman!

When?!

When did you give it to him?!

-A few hours ago.

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

-Dominic.

Let him go.

He's just a little boy.

-He hasn't done anything -- -No, he's...it all up!

-I know you don't want to hurt him.

-That's not true.

I do.

I really, really do.

-Look, the whole place is surrounded.

-Really?

-There's nowhere for you to go.

-What, they sent you in, did they?

You?

All on your own?

-Yes, because I know you.

And we can talk.

-No, you don't have your radio thing.

Good try, though.

-Dominic, it doesn't -- -Okay, okay, okay!

...!

Okay.

All right.

Let me think.

This is what's going to happen.

I'm going to walk out of here now with my knife against his back.

And if he makes one sound out there -- one single sound, do you hear me?!

-- it would be my pleasure.

Keys to the door.

Throw them.

Come on!

Get over there, next to her.

And I'll be cutting the phone lines too, so make yourselves comfortable.

Over there.

No.

Over there and down on your knees.

-Take me instead.

-[ Laughs ] "Take me instead."

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

-I won't panic.

Darren will.

-No!

-A policewoman makes a better hostage than anyone.

-He doesn't understand the situation.

I do.

♪♪ -No, no, no, no.

Wait, wait, wait.

All right.

Come over here, then.

-Let him go first.

-No, you come here.

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

I could just kill all three of you right here if I wanted to.

-You're doing very well.

♪♪ -No, please.

Pease don't take him!

[ Sirens wailing ] -Dominic.

-[ Gasps ] -Dominic, it's Chief Inspector Dalgliesh.

I'm here with my officers.

-We're going come inside.

-No!

Don't, don't!

I'll kill them all if you do!

-I'm alone.

I'm alone, Dominic.

And I'm unarmed.

[ Sirens wailing, indistinct shouting ] We need to talk.

-What?

♪♪ What are you doing?

-What sort of question's that?

-I mean, what's your plan?

-Well, I'm leaving.

-So you need to tell your people to stand down and get out of my way.

-You're not thinking straight.

What are you going to do?

Drive with a knife to his throat?

Hail a cab?

The marksman will take you down before you reach the gates.

-Well, then I'll take him with me and his blood will be on your hands.

So tell them to stand down!

-You don't want to die.

-Maybe I do.

Maybe that's it.

Go out with a bang.

I'll be famous.

Infamous.

You'll just be the foolish policeman who failed.

-Did Paul want to die?

-Did he ask you to finish it, or did he simply fail to resist?

-Paul?

Paul knew how to die.

Yeah, just looked at me, turned his back.

It was -- It was like I was doing him a favor.

-He was depressed.

But that would have passed.

And he would have wanted life again.

I know.

Tell me about the others.

Mack.

Jeannie.

-Well, Mack was easy.

He was so plastered, I was on him before he even knew it.

-And Jeannie?

-That stupid, stupid girl.

You know, she started this, all of it, laughing at me while he was calling me a rapist, hitting me and pushing me under the water.

We'll see how you like it, bitch.

-Were you the father of her baby?

-I might have been.

Who cares?

What does it matter?

-But it must have hurt you when you realized.

-One more unwanted little kid running around the world?

Like me.

Like Barbie.

[ Sobbing ] Like him.

I'm walking out of here now, and if I'm done, I don't care, I'm done!

[ Crying ] -I lost my child.

♪♪ He died with my wife.

It's nearly a year ago now.

-Good.

I'm glad.

-He was so wanted.

♪♪ Sometimes now I forget for five minutes, ten.

Sometimes it brings me to my knees.

♪♪ Sometimes... ♪♪ ...I've wanted to walk towards death.

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

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

♪♪ But... ♪♪ ...we flirt with death, don't we?

Fool ourselves into believing it's a choice, dress it in black, call it an event, an experience, a release -- It's not.

Oblivion and absence.

It's not even that.

It defies words because all our words need life itself to give them meaning.

♪♪ You're young, Dominic.

You're just a young man.

You'll go to prison... -[ Sobs ] -But you'll be alive and you'll heal.

♪♪ You'll be notorious, powerful.

♪♪ There is only life.

-[ Sobs ] ♪♪ -Let go of the little boy.

♪♪ Put the knife down and come with me.

♪♪ ♪♪ -Thank you.

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

[ Indistinct conversation and laughter ] Maybe there was a mix-up or... -Maybe.

♪♪ ♪♪ -See you back there, then.

♪♪ ♪♪ [ Door unlocks ] [ Down-tempo music plays ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Mid-tempo music plays ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪