Sleuth

- Yes?

- Andrew Wyke?

That's right.

I'm Milo Tindle.

Oh, yes, good.

Glad to meet you.

You got the train to Charlebury,

did you?

- I drove.

- Oh, you drove?

That's my car.

Oh, the little one?

- Not the big one.

- No, the big one's mine.

What do you think of it?

- Very handsome.

- Yeah.

It is, isn't it?

Come in.

I was watching a video

of one of my books on television.

Like the house?

Extraordinary.

You know who designed it,

who the interior decorator was?

Yes, your wife.

You knew?

Yes, I knew.

I'll show you around later.

Have a drink. I'm drinking vodka.

- Scotch, please.

- Scotch.

Milo, what an interesting name.

You're a foreigner, I take it?

My father's Italian.

Milo sounds Hungarian.

Does it?

Here's your Scotch.

Cheers.

Cheers.

You sure your father

isn't Hungarian?

Well, if he is,

he's kept it a dead secret for years.

- And your mother?

- English.

So you're a kind of half-breed?

Sit down.

- Thanks for agreeing to see me.

- Not at all.

I didn't know you wrote plays

for television.

I don't. I write crime novels.

You must know that.

I had heard.

But sometimes they're adapted

for television by other people.

You know what the word

adapted means, I take it?

Adapted?

They may not have such a word

in Italian.

- I speak English.

- Good.

Come and have a look

at my special book room.

These are all my novels.

You've read them, I suppose?

Afraid not.

Good God, no?

What about this one?

- Rat in a Trap?

- No.

- The Obelisk?

- No.

- Blackout?

- No.

- Dead Fish?

- Afraid not.

God, you're one in a million.

- Am I?

- Oh, absolu... I'm very popular.

You see this shelf?

Translations.

French, Dutch, German.

You speak Dutch yourself, do you?

Yes, how did you know?

I have a Dutch uncle.

Can't see any Italian translations.

No, they're a funny lot, the Italians.

Culture isn't really their thing.

Their salami's good, though.

- Oh, is it?

- Italian salami? Best in the world.

Did you bring any with you?

- No, I left it at home.

- Oh, shame.

We're gonna have it

for supper tonight.

With a couple of bottles

of Valpolicella.

- We?

- Maggie and me.

Your glass is empty.

What were you drinking, vodka?

- Scotch.

- Scotch.

I want to come to the point.

Point? What point?

Are you gonna give Maggie

a divorce?

And if not, why not?

Yeah, yes, yes, we'll come to that.

She thinks

you're being unreasonable.

So do I.

She's never coming back to you,

so why not just give her the divorce?

It'll do her good to wait for five years.

Good for her character.

You're going to make her wait

five years?

- That's the law. The law of the land.

- But that's pure spite.

Anyway, we'll get back to that,

perhaps. Have your drink first.

What do you do, by the way?

I'm an actor.

Good God. Are you really?

I thought Maggie said

you were a hairdresser.

She must have been talking

about someone else.

You mean another friend?

Another friend?

She tends to have

more than one friend.

- Does she?

- Oh, yes.

I'm her only friend.

She must be lonely.

She's not.

Acting is a pretty precarious

profession, isn't it?

What are you acting in

at the moment?

I'm out of work.

Poor chap.

I drive cars now and again,

chauffeuring.

- Oh, tough life.

- I keep my head above water.

What sort of parts do you play?

Killers, mostly.

Sex maniacs, perverts.

But you're so charming.

Yes, I know.

Anyway, what about this divorce?

What's your position, exactly?

All in good time.

Come in.

Have a seat.

Make yourself comfortable.

I understand you're f***ing my wife.

- That's right.

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