"The Inspector Lynley Mysteries"
A Traitor to Memory (2004)

Director:

Brian Stirner

Writers:

Kevin Clarke (screenplay)
Elizabeth George (novel)

TV Series:

"The Inspector Lynley Mysteries" (2001)

Original Air Date:

11 March 2004 (Season 3, Episode 2)

Genre:

Drama | Mystery

Plot:

Lynley and Havers (who plans to resign from the force in a month) are assigned to the hit and run (and hit and run again) of a woman.

Plot Keywords:

Bathtub | Dvorak | Hit And Run | Violinist | Murder

Cast

Patrick Kennedy	...	Gideon Martin
David Calder	...	Richard Martin
Rosalind Jones	...	Accompanist
Mandy More	...	Eugenie Martin
Kananu Kirimi	...	WPC Mason
John McGlynn	...	DS David Leach
Sharon Small	...	Detective Constable Barbara Havers
David Burke	...	DSI Webberley
Diana Hoddinott	...	Mrs. Webberley
Nathaniel Parker	...	Detective Inspector Thomas Lynley
Richard McCabe	...	Theatre Manager
Michael Culkin	...	Raphael
Jason Baughan	...	SOCO Officer
Anthony Higgins	...	James Pitchley
Lesley Vickerage	...	Helen Lynley

Runtime:

90 min

Country:

UK

Language:

English

Colour:

Colour

Sound Mix:

Stereo

Company:

British Broadcasting Corporation (BBC)

Quotes:

Detective Inspector Thomas Lynley: [To Havers] Have you gone complete and utterly mad? You're behaving like a spoiled teenager!

The Lynley mysteries are bland.

Candidly, I found all of the Inspector Lynley mysteries substandard as compared with the mysteries based on books by such fine authors as P. D. James. Nathaniel Parker is too androgynous for my tastes, and Lesley Vickerage simply cannot act. For what it's worth, I didn't particularly like Catherine Russell either. The book by Elizabeth George that I read, George's comments in an interview, and the reactions of people who watched the entire Lynley series before it was canceled suggest that I am not too far off in my judgment. Finally, as at least one other viewer has remarked, viewers should not expect the BBC's film productions to equal the excellent of George's books. Film in general is an inferior medium to print, at least in the hands of a fine writer like George.