no, sir, it's about simon monkford. what about him? how long have you known? since the call from the met. is that what that was? the final confirmation-- date, place, time. why the hell didn't you tell me then? because the last time i mentioned your wife you made it very clear to me that i wasn't to mention the subject again. this is different. this is purely professional. how can that be? what were you frightened of? that i might go barging into the interview room and batter the living daylights out of the man? i think i'd be tempted under the circumstances. well, maybe i'd be tempted too. but it wouldn't happen. shall i tell you why? why? because you're a good cop and you'd stop me. as it is, all you've proved is you don't really know me and you don't know yourself, either. do you want to speak to him? no. i just want to look at him. that's him? hathaway: mm-hmm. i don't know what i expected to see. he's so... bloody ordinary. she deserved better. come on, let's do some proper work. (lewis sighs) do you realize all our student suspects have web sites? of cou