There's nothing to say to that, about his wife. What can he say? It's nothing; she went quickly; there's a curse on him, from bloody Russian sapphires.

"I went to kill a man," he says. "Yesterday. Or--the day before, I suppose. He knew I was coming."

He shouldn't have, but he did. Tommy should have thought that Hughes would be prepared for him; he should have shot him right in the park and left nothing more to chance.

"How long have you been here?"