Behind the Scenes: The End of the Affair Page #5

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with another man.

You may see me dead,

but I will never be with another man.

- We should go down to the shelter.

- Stay here, Sarah.

If a bomb hit us now,

think of what wouldn't happen.

- What wouldn't happen?

- You wouldn't go back to Henry.

I would never imagine

another lover.

- My jealousy would end.

- Would that make you happy?

Do you believe me now?

But sadly, I didn't believe her.

There was a devil in my mind

that would never let me.

And now I had Parkis'boy

playing the devil's game.

My boy managed to gain access, sir.

Remarkably useful he can be.

I call that Exhibit "A."

They say a promise is forever,

but I don't know if I can keep this one.

He killed me with jealousy.

You're killing me with love.

So he's got the scent too,

Parkis.

- What scent?

- The scent of love.

Stalking it like a retriever.

Well, he's

remarkably persistent, sir.

He observed the party in question,

then in a state of partial undress...

with an unidentified male.

- Where?

- In the bedroom, sir.

The male party then closed the door,

and my boy made his exit.

The implications, and I think

you would agree, is that...

intimacy was...

imminent.

Indeed. Who is he?

Here, sir, is where progress

was definitely made.

As my boy left, he glanced at the

appointment book in the front hallway.

The party in question had a dental

appointment at 3:30 the following day.

In fact, she visited at 3:30...

a premises on 65 Cedar Road

where no dentist sign was in evidence.

A Mr. Smythe owns the premises, sir.

Smythe, with a "Y"?

Yes, sir. S-M-Y-T-H-E.

And...

no...

Though we have no evidence

of intimacy...

the implication is clearly there.

How is it there?

Why the fictitious

dental appointment, sir?

Exhibit "B."

My boy took that.

The party in question emerged

two hours later.

Passage of time being

amply sufficient for...

intimacy to have taken place.

The courts generally demand

at least an hour, sir.

Now, my boy would have provided us

with photos of her reemergence...

but for the unfortunate

occurrence of him...

falling asleep.

Luckily, sir,

the party in question...

mistook him

for an abandoned urchin...

woke him up and led him

to the nearest tube station...

so that the time of reemergence

is definitely established...

as was an acquaintance which may have

its uses in the future, for all we know.

So should I walk in and confront him

like an injured husband?

I'm against it, sir.

It complicates things in the courts.

This will never reach court.

- An amicable settlement then.

- There's lack of interest.

One can hardly make a fuss

about a man called Smythe.

I'd just like to see him,

that's all.

Well, perhaps Lance can oblige us

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