Barbara Havers: Sir? How much did it cost?
[reaches into handbag]
Thomas Lynley: I don't think we should have this conversation in public.
[leads Havers to his office]
Barbara Havers: I don't believe you! I mean, how could you do that? You totally redecorated my house! I mean, who do you think you are interfering in *my life*?
Thomas Lynley: I didn't mean to upset you. I thought I was helping.
Barbara Havers: Oh! The Eighth Earl of Asherton patronizing the peasants!
[door knocks]
Barbara Havers: Go away!
Thomas Lynley: Come in!
Uniformed Police Officer: [enters and hands a folder to Lynley] You ah, might find these interesting, Sir.
Thomas Lynley: Thanks very much.
Uniformed Police Officer: [Looks at Havers then leaves]
Barbara Havers: Alright, explain. How does letting a bunch of decorators loose in my house help me?
Thomas Lynley: Oh, be honest. You never were going to sell the place until you had done it up and you're paying a mortgage on a flat you're not even living in.
Barbara Havers: That is my business, not yours!
Thomas Lynley: Well, I thought we had forged some sort of bond here, however bizarre! I thought showing some concern was permitted!
Barbara Havers: Concern? This is fascism! I mean, I don't even like Duck White!
Thomas Lynley: Concern because you're sitting night after night avoiding the inevitable. If I never done it, you never would.
Barbara Havers: You patronizing, sanctimonious...! Okay, I have been stalling. I am a coward. Now I'm panicking about leaving because the thought of coming home to nothing is more scary than coming home to a mother who doesn't know who I am. I keep putting off visiting my mum because she doesn't understand that I am dismantling her life and putting it into cardboard boxes. Now that is my problem and I don't need you to show me that I am an inadequate human being!
Thomas Lynley: Alright. What I did was inexcusable. I'm very sorry. But one thing you are not is an inadequate human being.