Prime Suspect

Desmond:
[lays paper on the bar] Front page. Not the first time you've been there, of course, but nice just the same.

Timoney:
Yeah. It feels pretty, um, bad.

Desmond:
Why?

Timoney:
Did you read it, pop? Then you know. She even kind of looks like mom.

Desmond:
I don't see that.

Timoney:
Well, she was rich and she liked booze and pills, but otherwise pretty much the same.

Desmond:
It's not, Jane.

Timoney:
Why? Because we had you to protect us and that poor kid didn't? Otherwise, pretty much the same!

Una:
Hey, all. I'm back.

Desmond:
[to Jane] It's not the same.

Una:
I bought five more copies.

Timoney:
Why would you do that?

Una:
Excuse me for being proud. Did you see your picture?

Desmond:
I'm going to go lie down. I just had major surgery, in case anyone remembers.

Una:
[laughs as he walks away] Come on, dad. You just had some polyps scraped out of you. Man up. [looks at the paper] God, I wish I had those cheekbones.

Timoney:
You want something to drink?

Una:
No, thanks.

Timoney:
[whispers] Good girl.