Oh, British middle class angst. People get hit and run in NYC on a weekly basis and yet we all still sleep at night. In Separate Lies, it turns out that the old lawyer’s wife was in a Range Rover’s passenger seat during a neighborhood hit and run. “Fuck Bill,” says the lawyer referring to the driver. “That’s the thing. I do fuck Bill,” replies the wife. Accomplice to a murder and cheating with the local playboy? Vomit will ensue.