'In the criminal justice system,
'sexually based offences are considered especially heinous.
'In New York City, the detectives who investigate these vicious felonies
'are members of an elite squad known as the Special Victims Unit.
'These are their stories.'
Housekeeping!
Ave Marfa.
Oh, please excuse me, miss.
Ay, Dios mfo, madre de Dios!
Dios mfo!
These hotel scenes suck.
Mark's lifting his 15th print. We're just getting started.
Looks like the room's been tossed.
- Nothing of value anywhere. - No money.
No jewellery. I always carry a pair of earrings in my purse.
- Yeah, like you carry a purse. - You carry it for me.
Marks on the neck, huh?
- Asphyxiation? - Yeah, her larynx is crushed.
- Time of death? - Approximately 12 to 18 hours ago.
- Puts it between 4:00 and 10:00pm? - Uh-huh.
Arms are crossed. Minor personalisation.
A burglar-rapist with a conscience.
What are you saying? It's a power trip.
Aggression, control, male domination.
A rape is a rape, of course. But don't rule out the sexual aspect.
- Frick and Frack. - Alphonse and Gaston.
Slappy and Happy.
Spend time with someone, eventually they corrupt you.
A force that drags great people to the lowest common denominator.
- With you around, we're all doomed. - One case won't make a difference.
Death probably by strangulation early last night.
- Reads like a robbery-rape-homicide. - But no signs of forced entry.
If she fought back, she didn't do it for long.
- Frozen fright? - A stranger?
Am I the only one that uses the peephole?
Good thing it only works one way.
The staging bothers me. Postmortem personalisation.
- Not a stranger. - Remorseful stranger?
Seems more like regret than anger.
- Can't rule out anger. - Someone who knew her or who didn't.
An angry guy. How do we narrow this down?
The room had so many prints and DNA samples, it was frightening.
- That's great. - We're doing prints on hotel staff.
Tell me about the victim.
Sylvia Hadley. Married. Husband's in Baltimore.
She and her father-in-law, Dr Benjamin Hadley, and the wife
were attending the Christian Colleges Conference.
- Not the Benjamin Hadley? - Uh-huh.
More powerful than Pat Robertson.
Able to leap a tall Democrat in a single bound.
President of Midvale College. It used to be nothing,
now it's a think-tank for the neoconservative movement.
- That's an oxymoron. - I love you, Olivia.
Family values, other euphemisms for smug sanctimony...
Husband's been notified. He's catching the next flight.
- Did you talk to the in-laws? - Yeah, they were pretty flipped.
- We'll need to go back. - Be direct but be discreet.
I can smell the politics a mile away.
What happened to you renting me a drawer?
- I'm gonna need it this summer. - You again?
- Did you look at Sylvia Hadley? - Confirmed cause of death.
Manual strangulation. No cloth-like abrasions. No leather cuts.
What about time of death?
Between 6:30 and 9:00 last night.
- DNA? - Rape kit showed positive for semen.
Sheets were positive for bodily fluids, as well. It's a good sample.
Until next time.
Thanks.
Do you know where Sylvia went yesterday?
Whom she might have met with?
We had an awards dinner for the Christian Educators Coalition.
She was supposed to go but she said she would skip the mixer.
I assumed she was tired from walking.
You know, this is a hard city.
Do you want some coffee?
No, thank you.
- Did she have any meetings? - Sylvia was... independent.
She loved art.
Was anxious to go to the Met.
- Did you see her when she returned? - Briefly. She seemed tired.
She and Brad had been burning the midnight oil on the annual report.
- Brad? - Weber. Our financial guy.
- He's staying here. - We'll need to talk to him.
His firm has a New York office, Mondregan Weber Investments.
- Anyone have a grievance? - She was a fine young woman.
Everyone loved her.
She and my son had so much to look forward to.
We're just looking for any possible motive.
A drug addict or a rapist broke into her room.
How about lack of responsibility as a motive, or atheistic hedonism?
Ben.
I knew something like this would happen here.
I mean, you read about it all the time.
I trust this case is a priority, Detective.
Yes, sir, it is.
- What do the guest cameras cover? - Entrance, front desk, elevators.
Employee cams cover cash-sensitive areas.
Would they catch anything the guest cams would miss?
- No, coverage doesn't overlap. - You don't have cams in the halls?
Management thinks there's a fine line between protection and invading privacy.
- Not to mention the cost. - How do you pick up the slack?
Staff and guards weed out the crazies and the loiterers
and our electronic locks log every time a door opens.
- Staff card or guest card. - But your staff can be avoided.
That's what the electronic locks are for.
Can you show us Sylvia Hadley's log?
Yeah, I printed out all the activity in the room, including room service.
We need the video tape you have since the victim arrived.
You can have it but it's not time stamped.
Some glitch. It showed on screen but didn't record on tape.
We'll take it anyway. What about the staff?
You guys are screening them but you won't get a hit.
We do more background checks than the FBI.
Do you know anything about other burglaries?
I got a friend at the Baxter Arms. They got hit.
But the guest was gone. No forced entry. No log of entry.
According to this, the maid cleans the room at 9:25am.
- What about room service? - There's lots, Thursday to Friday.
But none during the crucial period on Sunday.
She got into the room at quarter to five.
Maybe the guy was in there waiting for her.
Then he could've left at any time. No one could see him.
Here you go.
I live in Baltimore but I'm in New York often enough to need an office.
Vice versa for my partner, Jack Mondregan.
- You met Sylvia Hadley, Sunday? - Yes.
- We had a meeting. - Thank you.
It was supposed to be our report to the trustees today.
What did you do after the meeting?
Came to the office, worked late.
Strolled along Fifth Avenue. Then I went to the hotel.
- What time was that? - About 9:00.
- You seem suspicious. - This early we suspect everyone.
- Anyone see you leave the office? - No one was here.
I don't know about the front door. They're usually asleep.
Back at the hotel, what did you do?
Went to my room and crashed. I was pretty tired.
Today was supposed to be a big day.
Mr Hadley, do you have kids?
No. I don't know how I would've explained this to them.
Did you and your wife have any problems?
My wife was not having an affair.
That's not necessarily what I meant.
Were you in financial trouble? Trouble with colleagues, co-workers?
No. Do you have to put our private lives under a microscope?
This isn't about my wife. This was one of your New York psychos.
Only, it's not PC to do anything about them.
We understand your frustration. We are doing what we can.
These are Detectives Benson and Stabler.
Hello, Mr Hadley. We're so sorry for your loss.
- How's it going so far? - We're chasing down a few leads.
I'd better get down to the hotel and see my parents.
I'm sorry if I get frustrated.
I appreciate the work you're doing. Excuse me.
We just interviewed a Brad Weber.
He manages the endowment. Totally struck out, though.
Doorman saw him leave his offices after 6:00.
He picked up his phone messages at the hotel after 9:00.
The prints and DNA screens are being processed now.
So far the only staff prints we have in the room are a maid's
and a room service guy.
There's a burglar who's hitting the big hotels.
They got a robbery taskforce on him.
- Burglaries aren't sex crimes? - Hey, Briscoe!
Go through these security videos and check it out like a good man.
There's no time stamps so have fun.
The latest victim is Lana Hoffman. She's staying at the Sussex.
When I got back to my room, it took a while before I realised
my safe was empty. All my jewellery was gone.
But what bothered me, the detectives dismissed as an idiosyncrasy.
- What was that? - He masturbated in my underwear.
Now they're sitting in some evidence lock-up.
Not that I want them back.
They said he probably picked the room randomly.
Anything strange prior to the break-in?
- Like what? - The burglar might've followed you.
No, nobody followed me.
Maybe he waited down in the lobby.
There was one guy. He was always in the lounge reading a paper.
We rode the elevator up once. He creeped me out bad.
Yeah? What did he look like?
Smallish build, wire-rimmed glasses.
But he always wore the same red baseball cap. That's why I noticed.
I thought, 'Some men never grow up.' I didn't think of it till now.
- Why didn't you call us? - What, and hand the case over?
We're capable of just lending a hand. Same shield, same team.
It's a standard set of burglaries.
Each one had an increased degree of sexual fetishism.
- This guy was escalating. - Yeah, they're rapists in training.
Take all the burglary to Manhattan.
We only want the one where the burglar spills his seed.
The thing that bothers us is how clear it was that this guy was gonna hurt someone.
Like to see how you'd have helped.
He's not in it for the money,
so you're wasting time looking for the goods.
He stalks his victims for a couple of days. Gets close to them.
- These are not random robberies. - He likes blondes.
He gets a rush being in view in the hotel.
A woman's dead cos you were protecting your collar.
So, we didn't call. No one wants to call you ever.
You guys are up to your necks in perversity 24-7.
My men don't understand why you picked your squad.
You make our squad necessary.
My people don't want what you got.
You're tainted. The only other cops you hang out with are Brooklyn SVU.
You lose. Bronx SVU.
- We'll make you copies. - That was Cragen.
- What did he want? - Victim was pregnant.
What do you know? Double homicide.
How's Briscoe doing on those tapes?
He's working on the hotel schedule.
He's keeping his eye out for the baseball cap.
These are the hotels our guy has hit since he started.
- He hit the Baxter Arms a week ago. - Hits each hotel once or twice.
No forced entry. He didn't use staff cards.
He's only hitting hotels with key-card access.
I wonder if he has something that cracks codes?
- Only the feds have that technology. - Could be ex-FBI.
Hoover's lingerie legacy could still be alive.
I think you should all listen to this.
'A rape and murder related to a much larger tragedy,
'it's a part of the moral decay of America.'
'At Midvale we still believe in the absolute truth,
'that morality and family strength is still important.
'This sickness has taken a valued member
'of our organisation, of our family, away from us.
'We will not rest until the killer is found.'
' Will you continue with your schedule...?'
Now, can anyone tell me where we are on this thing?
Got a burglar with a similar MO.
Get him. Cos we all know
who's on the other end of that call.
624.
'He's on the sixth floor. He went into room 624.'
Got it.
- Wrong room. - Hands on top of your head now.
- Hey, that's our collar. - Like hell he is.
It's a special taskforce. Our investigation takes precedence.
- Our captain spoke to the mayor. - About your lack of co-operation.
Wait.
Don't touch me. I don't like to be touched.
If he's questioning me, I want my lawyer present.
Your kit here would make certain covert enforcement agencies jealous.
- Their stuff is more refined. - Where did you get it?
- I made it. - Don't say any more.
It's not hard. I used to work for an electronic lock company.
- What happened? - Fired me.
- John! - Why?
I was bothered by the illusion we were perpetuating.
I know, any hotel staff can get into your room.
All the key-cards just sit there on the maid carts.
One combination opens every safe in the entire hotel.
If you want me to help you, stop talking.
Your job is to get me the best deal. They've got me.
The stuff I took is sitting in my apartment,
nicely catalogued so it can be returned.
See, it was not about the stealing. I was trying to prove a point.
Could you just shut up for a second?
Perhaps you two would like some time alone.
He thinks he's a White House plumber and you're G Gordon Liddy.
Ouch. In round two we go bad cop on his ass. Right, Jeffries?
- Cool. - The Hadleys are outside.
- We're debating the pregnancy. - Do we tell them?
- No. - It's a card we should hold on to.
That's what we were thinking. OK.
- Always had an underwear fetish? - I just realised that's who I am.
- No harm, no foul, right? - We're talking big harm, big foul.
- What? - Where were you Sunday night?
- Why? - We've got a dead raped woman.
What? No!
I wouldn't hurt anybody. I'm not wired that way.
Boxing the clown in women's underwear is pretty freaky.
It's a short stretch of road between that and rape-homicide.
I need a moment with my client.
No, I want to clear this up now. I did not rape anybody.
Where were you?
I was down at the Soho East. I stole a diamond collar off a terrier.
It's the only dog-friendly hotel. The owner left him in the room.
Cute dog.
- I wanna see him. - That's probably not the best idea.
I'm sorry but we don't think he's our guy.
- I don't believe this. - These things take time, sir.
Getting the press riled up does not help.
I apologise. We're under a lot of pressure.
And we realise how hard your job is.
How hard can it be? My wife was killed in a hotel.
We'll find your wife's killer, but these things take time.
We'll be going. You have a lot of work to do.
Well, that was nice. I hope you got some ideas.
A guest at the Soho East reported a break-in on Sunday.
Stolen goods included a diamond dog collar.
I'm getting a warrant for Fenwick's apartment.
Maybe Sylvia was having an affair.
Why not tell her husband she was pregnant?
Maybe she wanted to make sure.
- What are the odds of two stalkers? - We all know about odds.
Fit with the lack of self-defence.
We've all seen victims who don't fight back because they feel guilty.
They feel they're being punished.
Maybe she knew the guy. She must have let the attacker in.
Maybe she wasn't as family-orientated as Ben and Dr Hadley.
OK, Munch, Jeffries, finish with this Fenwick guy.
Benson, Stabler, back to the hotel. Take a closer look at Sylvia.
I remember. I probably wouldn't have if she hadn't gotten killed.
When you hear the news, it solidifies everything.
- What do you remember? - She was a pain in the ass.
- Why do you say that? - She ordered a lot of room service.
We'd bring it up, then she'd remember something else.
- Maybe she was ordering for two. - That's possible.
She never ordered dinner. It was always just hors d'oeuvres.
Tony, remember that woman in 1810?
The one who bit it? Yeah.
Remember if she was ever with somebody?
The bathroom door was always closed.
I guess there could've been a guy there. Or a girl.
- You're investigating her murder? - Yes.
Sorry about the comment. Guests become room numbers after a while.
Thanks, Tony.
One night she called at 11:00pm.
Wanted the mini bar in her room restocked.
I said no. She said she was going to the bar.
Doesn't sound like the picture the Hadleys painted.
People do all sorts in hotels. The anonymous nature of it all.
That was the night before she was killed, Saturday night.
I remember her. She was here Friday and Saturday.
I heard about her on Monday.
Was she alone or was she with someone?
Saturday she was here with a guy. They worked together.
- She was laying it on pretty thick. - How do you mean?
Laying her hand on his arm. Talking quietly so he had to lean in.
Was he receptive?
Erm, two people come in, both married to other people.
She's drinking Martini to lose control.
- He drinks Amstel Lights to keep it. - You've seen it before?
They weren't making out but they left together. She couldn't walk.
Do you know if the guy was staying here?
If I remember correctly, he charged the tab to his room.
Let me check.
Here we go.
Room 1232, Brad Weber.
Thanks.
Mr Weber, thanks for coming down.
Glad to help, though I don't know how.
Well... how well did you know Sylvia Hadley?
You people asked me that before.
We're trying to understand her state of mind. How often did you meet her?
At the monthly meeting. But we've met more often lately.
- Why? - It's a high-maintenance account.
The college depends on a precise cash flow and a rigorous rate of return.
- They're also my biggest client. - Saturday night at the hotel bar.
Investment meeting or date?
It was an investment meeting.
You're married, aren't you?
- Happily. - Were you two having an affair?
- Absolutely not. - That doesn't make sense.
The bartender puts you two in a very friendly situation.
I couldn't help that. She hit on me. It felt like harassment.
- She could ruin my life. - That we don't buy.
You just gave us a motive.
What do you mean?
She wanted to end the affair. You knew you'd lose a client.
- That's not... - You killed her.
No!
There was no affair.
She was drunk before our meeting.
She wanted to go to the bar afterwards. I had to.
What do you mean, you had to?
She insisted. She hit on me.
It was nice to have an attractive woman on my arm in New York.
I ordered beers and drank them slowly.
It still went to my head. I don't drink that often.
We left and I found myself walking back to her room.
We kissed outside her room but that was it.
Mr Weber, you expect us to believe it stopped there?
- You're married, aren't you? - This is about you, not me.
You'll understand this if you are.
It hit me that I'd transformed my relationship with my wife.
It cleared my head. I went back to my room.
- Sounds pretty convenient. - Pretty inconvenient if you ask me.
Where were you Sunday night?
- I was in my room, I told you. - Maybe you went to Sylvia's room.
- You left at 9:00 to build an alibi. - No.
Did you watch any pay movies?
Oh, my God, no.
That is not good for your story.
I've known Brad a long time.
He's very good with the endowment's money.
You're damning him with faint praise, aren't you?
'With what judgement ye judge, ye shall be judged.
'What measure ye mete, it will be measured to you again.'
Could we leave the scripture out of this?
We want to know - is there any pertinent information
to this investigation we should know about Brad Weber?
He's always...
a little in the tank at our functions.
And he's known to make passes at the women.
- In the past we've laughed it off. - Nobody's laughing now.
Are you sure there wasn't a personal connection between Brad and Sylvia?
They... work together. I can't imagine him hurting her.
We only needed a financial update once a month.
Sylvia chose to work more closely with Brad
on the management of the endowment.
What's that supposed to mean?
Come on, Ben.
Late nights, two or three times a week.
- Maybe you just didn't wanna see it. - Did they ever argue?
Not that I ever heard, not during the daytime anyway.
- This is unbelievable. - What if Sylvia wanted to end it
and Mr Weber didn't wanna lose the account.
God help him.
I prayed that it would be a stranger.
You lied. You're in the bag at every function.
And when you tie one on, you become a ladies man.
- What? - You said you didn't drink.
I don't. Those things are nerve-racking.
Cool it, Brad.
You and Sylvia met more often than was necessary.
- Who said that? - Everyone.
No one has any idea what goes into keeping that college afloat.
We had extra meetings because there's a huge balloon payment due.
It's complicated and requires a whole lot of coordination.
- The trustees are panicked. - What kind of payment?
Hadley structured a poor deal in the '70s when he bought the college.
High risk, high interest. No intermediate payments.
It's biting him on the ass. We had to fix the problem.
That's why Hadley's still stumping.
But you did fool around with Sylvia. She can't confirm that. She's dead.
I told you that because I didn't kill Sylvia. What I did do wasn't wrong.
- Very. - Look.
Brad's never been in trouble before,
let alone falsely accused.
Frankly, he told the truth because I wasn't around.
He's prime suspect until he gives us something to divert our attention.
Like a blood test.
I didn't do anything.
He'll take the blood test.
Midvale was censured by the Association of University Professors.
'No protection against improper exercise of administrative power.'
Dr Hadley had a penchant for axing those who disagreed with him.
Hadley's doctorate's from Lutheran Ministry College, Mississippi.
He's a preacher, all right.
Which Hadley can you get information from?
- The son. - OK.
They're holding a memorial service for Sylvia in one hour.
Munch, Jeffries, track down a professor he axed.
Tell us about Midvale College.
Dr Hadley learned his management techniques from Stalin?
One could say that statement is accurate.
- Tell us about it. - I am a professor of philosophy.
I started teaching there in '89
because at Brown the best literature was being run out of the curriculum.
There's nothing of merit to learn from dead Europeans.
Right. Midvale was a good place to learn and teach a classic curriculum.
We pushed our students to question every perceived truth.
What happened?
'On The Origin Of Species' was the first to go.
The college became something I hated.
I fought with Hadley but I realised,
to him, the curriculum was a way to contact rich conservative donors.
- Did you know Sylvia Hadley? - Not well.
Rumour was that she was spending more time working with Hadley Senior
than living with Hadley Junior, which is not surprising in itself.
- Why not? - Well, Junior is a nice fellow
but nepotism got him the job.
Sylvia, on the other hand, she was headstrong. I'll give you that.
Together...
we have made Midvale a reality.
Sylvia...
was a large source of our strength.
That is why I am announcing the establishment
of the Sylvia Stone-Hadley Memorial Fund.
Thank you for coming here today
to honour Sylvia
and...
for the kindness you have shown my family during this dark time.
God bless you.
Thanks for coming.
How's it going?
As well as can be expected, I guess.
Have you found Weber yet?
He volunteered DNA to test with the sample we got from the crime scene.
This whole thing, it's unbelievable.
People do things they'd never imagine.
I guess you see it all the time.
It's just Brad and Sylvia...
Is there any other person
with whom she had frequent personal contact that we should be looking at?
- No. - Anything about her state of mind?
Look, er, in the last couple of years she changed a lot.
Our marriage was fine but she wasn't the same person I married.
People change. That's marriage.
No, she became this person I didn't know any more.
Flying all over the country, cellphone always to her ear.
I knew less and less about her life.
- Is the staff angle dead? - DNA screening turned up no one.
Brad Weber's DNA is negative. He's quit as manager of the endowment.
- The college is a family operation. - Dysfunctional family's a cliche...
Score card, people.
The old man was being honoured by his born-again peers.
- Junior was grading papers. - What about the mother, Sharon?
- She holds the family together. - Well, genetics make the family.
Let's get some DNA from the Hadleys.
We'll need a court order for the father.
Ask him nicely. If he refuses, a court order it is.
Then get the mother here. I want the full story.
Time we found out just how strong this glue is.
- I can't get you a drink? - No.
Have a seat.
Mrs Hadley, when you look back,
was Sylvia happy?
Yes, she loved the college.
You should've seen her work a fund-raiser. It was magnificent.
- What about your son? - He loved to teach.
Was your son happy with Sylvia?
Yes. They were a good team.
He wished she would work less.
He wanted to spend more time with her.
That's not the same thing as being happy.
Happiness is highly overrated, Detective.
A marriage is a working partnership, consecrated by Our Lord.
OK, and was it?
Consecrated?
Yes.
So, Sylvia was faithful?
She was.
She was, erm,
faithful to all of us.
I'm sorry, can you clarify that?
She loved her job. She loved the school, her family.
Mrs Hadley, did you know that Sylvia was two months pregnant?
You didn't know.
Why didn't your son tell you that?
Mrs Hadley, whatever it is that you're holding onto, is gone.
We can help you.
He wouldn't have known.
Oh, God, I... I prayed for forgiveness.
I forgave him.
How could this have happened? How could he have done this?
How could your son have done what?
Not my son.
My husband.
He had an affair for two years.
With Sylvia.
Hadley is a religious huckster in the Aimee Semple McPherson mode.
With extramarital ministrations.
If he's exposed, the money stops.
This balloon payment is just gasoline on a fire.
OK, we've got to get moving quickly on this.
I will convince Mrs Hadley to stay here. If she leaves, we arrest her.
- For? - Obstruction. It doesn't matter.
- She mustn't give him a heads-up. - We'll bring in Senior.
- Shall we bring in the little guy? - Yeah. See if blood runs thicker.
Keep them separated. I don't want them saying a word to each other.
For the last time, my friends,
I'm not getting into any particulars until my lawyer arrives.
Well, that's fine by me.
Your DNA will corroborate your wife's story.
What story?
Maybe we shouldn't say anything until your lawyer gets here.
What's up?
- Kid's got something interesting. - What you got?
Those videos are wild.
You wouldn't believe what goes in the elevators.
It's better than any video I ever rented.
- This isn't what you had to tell us? - No.
It wasn't time coded. I used visual cues to establish the time.
Friday evening, girl scout meeting. Sunday morning, cardiologists convention.
That afternoon, wedding guests arrived.
They all got these welcome baskets from the desk full of Maker's Mark.
- So the wedding party gets bourbon. - Take a look at this.
I think this guy was on the elevator on Sunday between 4:00 and 6:00pm.
Next to him is a guy with your bottle of Maker's Mark.
- Are you sure about this? - Absolutely.
Ben Junior wasn't in Baltimore.
He used a credit card to buy an 11:00am train ticket to New York.
An ATM withdrawal at Times Square, late Sunday night, 10:53pm.
Here he is entering the hotel lobby, and in the elevator.
Fantastic liars don't make good killers.
The son, who was supposedly in Baltimore, was here in the hotel.
What's your theory?
These holy rollers are, surprise, surprise, grifters.
The old man took over some third-rate college when it went Chapter 11.
Then resurrected it as Born Again U.
Victim knew the books were cooked. She wanted a slice of the action.
Or maybe she was a true believer.
Maybe she threatened to blow the whistle.
- Where is the sex crime in this? - She had sex, not necessarily rape.
Check out these DNA results.
Talk about Old Testament. All right, I want both of them.
Turn them on each other.
Throw two polecats in the same bag and look out.
We have you in a big, big lie, Ben.
He was in shock. His wife's death disorientated him. It's natural.
I must agree with Dr Hadley.
This has been a traumatic experience for his son. You can't expect...
First your father, then his lawyer. Do you ever speak for yourself?
- I'm not sure what to say. - Come on, Junior.
It's a tale of two cities. New York or was it Baltimore?
I was home in Baltimore.
My father called and said there had been a terrible tragedy.
Detective Jeffries.
These are the lab results.
Your wife's throttled neck and skin from under your fingernail,
a perfect match.
- I didn't... - Don't. Not a word.
And these are the DNA results from semen found in Sylvia, also a match.
What are you talking about?
Ben, shut up.
This is a complete and total invasion of my family's privacy.
Sure, blame the messenger.
Does the sperm DNA match that of Ben Junior?
No, sir.
What the hell's going on here?
Ask your father. It's his sperm.
My father's?
My father?
You!
You and Sylvia?
Can we continue this
in private, Captain?
Would you like to make a statement now?
I'd been suspicious for some time.
When this trip came up,
l-l couldn't stand it any longer.
I, er, got a train ticket and I came up here.
To the hotel?
When I, er, got to the room,
I knocked and knocked and knocked.
I felt like such an idiot.
It took her five minutes to open the door.
And then what happened?
She...
She said she'd been sleeping.
But with whom, that's what I wanted to know.
And how did she respond?
She laughed.
Said I was paranoid.
That the thought of her cheating was the only original thought I'd ever had.
- What did she mean by that? - It was her favourite put-down.
You know, like, the only job I could get was at my daddy's college.
Then I, er...
I lost it.
You lost it, how?
I... I grabbed her shoulder.
I wanted to shake some sense into her.
And she went limp.
Like she wanted to be punished.
Then I was looking at my hands around her neck,
wondering what I was doing choking her.
We can finish this later.
You always had to make everything right.
To think I came to you to fix this.
Mrs Hadley.
Sharon.
Did you hear? Poor Ben.
She knows a lot more than you think, Dr Hadley.
No, no, she had nothing to do with this.
Protecting me, Ben?
Protecting me from the truth?
How thoughtful of you. How Christian.
That's why you made up that robbery story?
To cover up what he'd done.
That's not true. That's ludicrous.
Oh?
Then, maybe it was to make sure
- Ben didn't know she was pregnant. - What?
What are you talking about?
It's not something the medical examiner would easily miss, Doctor.
All of the DNA reports are here. It's...
Well... have a look.
What were you gonna call him, Ben? Son?
Ben the Third?
That's the grief talking.
No! This is me talking!
A lifetime of grief. Yes.
Two years of watching my husband,
my soon-to-be former husband,
fornicating with my son's wife.
Sharon.
Fathering his own grandchild.