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In New York City's war on crime

the worst criminal offenders
are pursued

by the detectives
of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

...until George
finally pulled me aside

and explained the difference
between hegemony and hominy.

(subdued laughter)

In any event

the reason that I crashed
this wonderful gathering, George

was to thank you
for your years of service

as Chairman of the Department
of American Studies.

Well... have you made a decision
on my replacement?

No.

You know, if Sanders
doesn't get the chair

he's threatening to leave.

George

it has to be my decision
along with the regents.

I mean, Sanders
is a brilliant teacher

when he bothers
to show up to class.

But lectures
and talk shows...

He even did an ad
for the...

for the Gap.

And where is he today?

Probably still working
on that rap record.

(chuckles softly)

Dr. Winthrop?

Well, what can I
do for you, Mark?

I need to talk to you

about another extension
on my dissertation.

Mmm.

I was hoping you could speak
to the new chair.

Well, as soon
as there is one

you can speak to
him or her yourself.

WOMAN:
I can't believe
he said "rap record."

Sanders would
flip his Afro.

Hello, Mark.
Were you waiting
for one of us?

Mm-mmm.

So, if Winthrop's
soured on Sanders

does that put you
in the lead?

Winthrop doesn't
much like me either.

My critique of
patriarchy in academia

hit a little too
close to home.

(chuckling):
Oh,donnez-moi unebreak.

I thought the politics
at Oxford were insane.

You know why the battles
in academia are so vicious?

It's because the
stakes are so low.

Are you sure?

I distinctly heard him
say "him or her"

and "her" can only mean
Dr. Fellowes.

I talked to her last week.
She said it was obvious

I'd never finish
my dissertation.

It was time to let
someone else have my spot.

I'd hate to see
that happen, Mark.

A decade of hard work
down the drain.

Now, if you were head
of the department, would you...?

But I'm not head
of the department.

That's up to Winthrop.

You know that.

How dare you characterize
anything I do as a "rap record"?

Call it
whatever you want.

I prefer
"danceable education."

I expect my professors to be
in the classroom... teaching.

I am notyourprofessor.

Just because
you run this university

like a plantation
don't make you massa

and we yo'
fiel' hands.

I came here to discuss
the future of American Studies

at Hudson University.

Iamthe future
of American Studies.

And if you don't make me
head of the department

I will leave...

and sue you for discrimination.

Dig it.

We may be here a while.

I'll make coffee.

How did you get in here?

What are you doing?

No! No!

The guard saw them come in
at around 9:15.

We'll need a list
of everybody with keys
to the building.

Any idea what Winthrop

was doing here
with his secretary?

Well, the guy
who should know--

the Vice Rector,
Mr. Frisch--

well, he doesn't know.

Nothing in his book.

Just a breakfast meeting

at something called
the "A.S. Committee."

Ask Mr. Frisch what that is.

The killer came
up from the front.

Winthrop raised his arm.

Took the first blow
to his wrist from a...

a blunt... instrument
with a round...

striking face.

The killer chose a weapon
that would have meaning--

a gavel.

The killer wanted justice.

Winthrop came
in the room...

and the killer was
already waiting.

Winthrop
turned on the light...

and the killer
attacked him.

The secretary had
gone to make coffee.

She walked in on it.

She tried to get away.

Mr. Frisch, when's the last time
you spoke to Mr. Winthrop?

Around 5:00.

And that meeting
you asked about--

it was a search committee

for the American Studies
department.

They were deciding on a new
chairman for the department.

Does Miss Robbins
live alone?

I believe she has a roommate.

Oh, my God, what am I going
to tell her parents?

They're supposed to come up
from Charleston this weekend.

Did you see her last night?

When I came back
from the gym

she was working on her computer
and listening to a CD.

And she was...
listening on these?

Yes. I think there was something
wrong with the CD.

Why do you say that?

She kept pressing
"stop" and "play"

"stop" and "play."

Well, there's no CD in here.

Did you see her leave?

Yes.

She grabbed something
out of her printer.

She said she had to go
to Winthrop's office

for a couple of hours to work.

(phone ringing)

Here's the last document
she printed.

It's lyrics.

The writer came of age
in the '60s and '70s.

Probably in the Bay
Area--Oakland.

Here, uh, "flipping pancakes
for preschoolers."

That's the Black Panthers'
breakfast program.

And he works
for Hudson University.

Okay, how do you figure that?

Here--

"Massa will go the way
of the Dutchman's mercenary

who gave his name
to the plantation."

Henry Hudson sailed for
the Dutch East India Company.

He's the Dutchman's mercenary

and the plantation
is Hudson University.

And "massa" would be Winthrop.

So, the writer's middle-aged,
African American

from California,
works at the university...

And wanted Winthrop to disappear
like Henry Hudson.

Hmm...

You could tell all that
just from these lyrics?

Do you know
why Dr. Winthrop
had his secretary

transcribe the lyrics
to your CD?

You're asking the wrong person.

Unfortunately,
we can't ask the right persons.

You're up for
the chairmanship

of your department,
right?

Winthrop is meeting with
the search committee?

The committee had already voted
to approve my recommendation.

Well, maybe Massa Winthrop

was hoping your lyrics
would change their mind.

What is this about?

Your whereabouts Tuesday night.

I was in my office here,
grading papers.

These papers here?

Yes, sure, those papers.

"Bitch: Tender Metaphors

in the American
Literary Tradition."

These courses sound
like a lot of fun.

I try to keep things lively.

(both chuckling)

This is cool here--
what you wrote
in the margin.

"Civilization-- an old bitch
gone in the teeth."

Did you make that up?

No.
Ezra Pound did.

EAMES:
Can anybody vouch
you were here all evening?

Valerie Goodman.

She's one
of my teaching assistants.

Good old Ezra Pound.

(chuckling)

I was checking footnotes
for Professor Sanders' next book

until about 10:00.

He told us he was
grading papers on
gender metaphors?

That sounds right.

Now, he made
an interesting notation

on one of the papers.

"Civilization-- an old bitch
gone in the teeth."

It's by Ezra Pound.

Did you know that?

No, but it sounds like Pound.

Professor Sanders
knew it was Pound.

Why wouldn't he?

Well, he would,
but you see

the person
who made the notation--

the person who
actually graded
the paper--

attributed the quote
to T.S. Eliot.

Professor Sanders
wasn't in that night
grading papers, was he?

True or false,
Ms. Goodman

and we don't
give incompletes.

He said he had a dinner
with some people from NYU

about a job offer.

How long was
the dinner?

He came back
around 8:30.

He was in a bad mood.

Why?

He didn't say.

He just shut himself
in his office

and got on the phone.

Then he left at 9:30.

He told me

if anybody asked

he was grading papers
all night.

I'm sorry.

It's okay, Valerie. Thanks.

Doesn't sound like
he got that job offer.

That would make him
more desperate

to get his promotion here.

Except Ms. Goodman
alibis him for the
time of the murder.

He made a call
from his office.

Professor Sanders
is a charismatic teacher

surrounded by
impressionable minds.

Students lie for him.

Maybe one of them
killed for extra credit.

Doorknobs in Winthrop's office
had been wiped clean.

No witnesses who saw

anybody leave
the administration building.

Any candidates
for the extra credit?

We've cleared Sanders'
teaching assistants.

Now we're looking
at the PhD students

in American Studies.

Sanders is their advisor.

He's probably known
some of them for years.

How's this
for a dissertation topic?

"Fighting
in the Captain's Tower:

"the Influence of T.S. Eliot
and Ezra Pound

on American Popular Culture."

Sounds like the same guy
who graded Sanders' papers.

Yeah, and confused Eliot
and Pound.

Mark Bailey.

He's been working on this
dissertation for ten years.

Don't universities put a clock
on these things?

Bailey's gotten five extensions.

And a nice chunk of change
in student loans.

MARK:
Professor Sanders
travels a lot

so I offered to
grade those papers.

Is that why your thesis
is taking so long?

You're too busy doing favors
for Professor Sanders?

My thesis is
coming along fine.

"Old bitch gone in the teeth."

It's... it's Pound, right?

No, Eliot.

Professor Sanders says
it's Pound.

EAMES:
You sleep here?

I'm, uh...
I'm between apartments.

Beside your student loans,
howdoyou support yourself?

I work at the
library on Saturdays.

Well, at least you...

youeathealthy.

I told you it was Pound.

Maybe that's why
your thesis is
taking so long.

GOREN:
When did you quit?

Your nicotine gum.

Oh... two years ago.

When does your current
extension run out?

At the end of this semester?

It's just a technicality.

Winthrop's phone logs have you
calling him every day about it.

You were practically
stalking him.

That's not true.

Anyway, extensions are up
to the Chair of the department.

Thenewchair.

Your hero--
Professor Sanders.

Sanders, uh... call you

Tuesday night to see Winthrop?

No. I was here Tuesday night.

Nobody called me.

Where was your girlfriend?

What-what girlfriend?

(laughs)

The one who bought
you these shoes.

I bought them.

No, you didn't.

Those are the kind of shoes
you buy-- Converse.

Vans. Come on, these are...

Well, they definitely
have a woman's touch.

I bought these shoes myself.

I had a wedding.

You wore tan shoes to a wedding?

Yes, I wore tan shoes.

You people are wasting my time.

Not just any
tan shoes.

$2,000-a-pair John
Laub tan shoes.

We could just ask.

Mm.

See anything you like?

I don't see anything
I don't like.

Mm.

My wife thinks

I need a new pair
of everyday shoes.

Oh, I should say.

Mm.

Darling...

these?

I don't know.
The whole ankle
boot thing.

I know.

You really
like the pair

that Mark was wearing.

He said he bought
them here recently.

Nothim.

His girlfriend.

(quiet laugh)

Mark never pays for anything
unless he has to.

(quiet laugh)

Do you see the shoes here?

Not the exact shoe.

Oh, I'm starting
to get frustrated.

Well, you'd have a record
of what they bought?

Right?

I mean,
you could look it up.

Mark's early 30s,
curly hair.

Student at Hudson.

Orange backpack, chews gum.

Nicotine gum.

Oh, yes.

Yes, he came in wearing
skateboard loafers.

But his girlfriend--
she's a stunner.

Then again, I'm a sucker
for the take charge type.

Ooh, we noticed that
about her.

She must have made him
try on 30 pairs.

She was whipping him
into shape

not that he seemed to mind.

(all chuckling)

Oh, here they are.

It was a pair of, uh,
double-buckle Williams.

Look at how Elizabeth

spells her last name--
Hitchens with an "E."

Is there a
number on there?

I want to ask
her to dinner
Saturday night?

What a good idea.

Excuse me.

Isn't that the Hudson University
switchboard?

Uh, she did say something

about being a visiting
professor.

A professor.

Well, he didn't tell us that.

Your cousin's a very bad boy.

Mm.

(chuckles)

Thanks.

WOMAN (British accent):
Terrible business,
this murder.

My colleagues at Oxford
gave me dire warnings

about America, and this just
confirms their worst fears.

Well, we hope it doesn't
sour you on our country.

Oh, heavens, no.

A little danger keeps you
on your toes.

This place
doesn't look all
that dangerous.

Hudson's taking
good care of you.

Actually, an Oxford alumnus
volunteered.

He's spending the year
abroad,

so rather than having
the flat sit empty...

How lucky for you.

Well, I assume

that my good fortuneisn't
what brought you here.

You're obviously here
to talk to me

about Winthrop's murder

which I'm sorry to say
I know nothing about.

EAMES:
We're going
with the theory

it's somebody
at the university.

Well, everyone
knows that, uh

academics are all talk
and no action.

Does that include you?

If it did,
I would have stayed

in my cozy little office
on Manor Road

lecturing women's writing,
and, uh

punting on the Cherwell

on the weekends.

No skinny-dipping
in Parson's Pleasure?

(laughs)

Very good, Detective.

Did you memorize the Oxford
tour guide on your way here?

No.

No. I spent a couple
of weeks there once...

chasing coeds.

Took you that long
to catch one?

I'm shocked.

Well, that's very funny,
Professor.

Does Mark Bailey find you...

funny?

He might,
if he had a sense of humor.

I don't know him that well.

Well enough
to buy him a pair of shoes.

Hmm. Just a gesture.

You know
graduate students.

They never have a pot
to piss in.

And Bailey was on his uppers,
literally.

I see you like opera.

Those tickets forDon Giovanni.

Yes. Not my favorite.

I lean towards Penderecki.

I hate to be
a spoilsport

but did you see Bailey
Tuesday night?

No. Why would I?

You might have

if you were having
an affair with him.

Well, that would be
against university policy.

DEAKINS:
The bottom line--

she didn't
alibi Bailey.

No, but she lied
about having an affair with him.

Men only let two kinds
of women buy shoes for them--

their mommies
and their significant others.

Hitchens' work visa expires
in three months.

Any extension has
to be supported

by a new chairman
of her department.

Assuming Sanders
would support her

and that she even wants
to stay.

She's bought a
new subscription
for the opera.

She's applied for...

a driver's license.

She's making
herself at home.

I didn't tell them
about the shoes.

It's that big detective.

He noticed them.

That big detective
is smart.

He traced the shoes
to the store.

BAILEY:
The whole thing's
coming apart.

People think Sanders
had something to do with it.

Now he won't get
the chairmanship.

It'll blow over.

What?

Nothing.

Just have your gum
and get into bed.

I doubt if Roland
Sanders would want

to keep Elizabeth on.

He once accused her
of being a apologist

for Australia's
shabby treatment
of the Aborigines.

She's Australian?

Mm.

A graduate of the
University of Sydney.

Well, you could never tell
by her accent.

What else do you know
about her?

Well, she ran an educational
foundation in Australia.

Um... rising star at Oxford.

If she's a rising
star at Oxford

why leave in the first place?

I don't know.

Whatever her plans,
they don't matter now.

Sanders has no hope
of becoming Chair.

His candidacy's tainted.

Who's next in line?

Christine Fellowes.

It's pretty much a lock.

WOMAN:
In theory, I wouldn't

be opposed to offering
someone of Elizabeth's caliber

a permanent position.

In theory. What
about in practice?

I'm not head
of the department yet.

Please.

The regents
will decide on Friday.

But you're already packing.

Whoa. Let me
help you with this.

Penderecki,
Devils of Loudun.

You like opera.

I'm getting to.

This was a gift.

There was a beautiful
performance

ofDon Giovanni
the other night.

You would have loved it.

I did.

A friend took me.

Friend with good taste, huh?

Oh, one more thing.

This professional student,
Mark Bailey

would you give him an extension
if you became chair?

He's already written
a thousand pages of his thesis

and he's nowhere near done.

He needs to go.

Professor Hitchens
will be sorry.

Why would she?

She thinks he's a idiot.

Oh, no, I think
she's been able

to overlook his shortcomings.

They've become...
close friends.

At least that's what
we heard, I, we...

Your source is wrong.

Elizabeth wouldn't violate
university policy

Not if she wanted
to be asked back.

HITCHENS:
In American literature

the descent into madness

is usually preceded
by obsession.

A consuming obsession.

Example, anyone?

All right,
I'll get you started.

Moby Dick--what characterizes
Ahab's obsession?

Yes, in the back.

The dogged,
unrelenting pursuit of evil.

Interesting. Evil.

I always fancied

it was man's unrelenting pursuit
of his own potency.

All right, everyone

I expect you to make

a dent inMoby Dick
by the end of the week.

Sometimes a whale
is just a whale.

Nothing is ever just something.

Not even detectives.

Or professors.

Or graduate students
for that matter.

That sounds a bit ominous.

Well, it's certainly not
good news for Mark Bailey.

We're about to arrest him
for Winthrop's murder.

Am I expected
to run and warn him?

Because you've seriously
misconstrued

my relationship with him.

But you can settle a bet for me.

My partner thinks
that Bailey acted alone

but I think that... I think
that Professor Sanders

that he put him up to it.

Why do you think that?

Well, Sanders,
he had the most

to gain
from Winthrop's murder.

And the killing required a...

qualities that elude Bailey.

Planning, organization...

You agree?

Well, you're not wrong
about Mark.

There is a reason why he
hasn't finished his thesis.

He has no discipline.

I heard his thesis
runs 1,000 pages.

"T.S. Elliot and Ezra Pound
have a love child

and his name is Bob Dylan."

I mean,donnez-moi une
break.

This is what passes
for scholarship in this country?

So you don't think
popular culture's fair game?

Well, Mark's
is the worst kind

of pop literary analysis.

Pathetic attempt to synthesize
high and low culture.

Wouldn't butter your parsnips.

Uh... you're right.

We did... misconstrue
your relationship.

No, Mark.

Well, just tell them
you don't know anything.

You don't know.
You don't remember.

yes, those are all
good answers.

No, I can't see you tonight.

But, Mark, you'll be fine.

Yes, same here.

Who was that
on the phone?

It was Bailey.

Why is he calling
your cell phone?

I was calling him back, silly.

He's worried because his
great mentor Roland Sanders
has fallen out of favor

and he wants me
to put in a good word
for him with you.

Why does he think
you can help him?

He's under the strange delusion
that you and I are friends.

GOREN:
Hey, that's quite a woman
you got there.

Real take-charge lady,
Elizabeth Hitchens.

I don't know.

The clerk
at the shoe store

said she had you
jumping through hoops.

I, I don't
remember.

Well, let's face it, Mark.

That's exactly the kind of woman
a guy like you needs.

Helps you...

keep those
thoughts focused.

Do what has
to be done, right?

I don't know.

Like killing Winthrop.

I mean, that was her idea.

No.

It wasn't anybody's idea.

We're pretty sure
it wasn't Sanders'.

We're sure it wasn't yours.

Maybe even Hitchens thinks it.

Someone would have had
to put you up to it.

What do you mean?
She thinks...

Well, she said that you
didn't have any discipline.

That's why you... why you
never finished your thesis.

The title, "Fighting
in the Captain's Tower"

that's Dylan, right?

"Ezra Pound and T.S. Elliot:

Fighting
in the Captain's Tower."

Desolation Row,
the whole album's

a touchstone
of American literature.

That's my thesis exactly.

What Hitchens said
exactly is...

donnez-moi une
break.

I'm trying to remember
what else she said.

"The worst kind
of pop literary analysis."

She said it was brave.

"A pathetic attempt

to synthesize high
and low culture."

No, no.

You're making it up.

Oh.

How did she put it?

(British accent):
"It wouldn't butter
your parsnips."

I'm not making it up.
Am I?

She used you, Mark.

To kill Winthrop,
to discredit Sanders

so the promotion would go to her
friend,Christine Fellowes.

Her close...
intimate friend.

Oh, my God.

Oh, God.

What did I do?

You want to tell us
what happened?

She told me to...

She planned it.

I'll get a stenographer.

She told Winthrop
to meet her at his office.

Why'd I listen to her?

How'd you get
in the building?

She gave me a key.

She took it
from Professor Fellowes.

She said
she never uses it.

You still have it?

I gave it back.

(groaning)

Mark, are you all right?

Call the paramedics!

There's no pulse.

He just stopped breathing.

Bailey died
of anaphylactic shock

brought on
by an allergic reaction.

Reaction to what?

They don't know yet.

We're waiting for the tox report
and Bailey's medical records.

Before he died,
he implicated Hitchens.

His statement's
of no use now.

Have you heard
from Scotland Yard?

They have no outstanding
warrants for Hitchens,

no open investigations.

Bailey's allergic
reaction was to peanuts

specifically peanut oil.

In the nicotine gum.

She spiked it with a needle
through the packaging.

She knew he was a liability.

When I went to her class

she knew what I was doing.

She knew I'd use her words
to turn him.

We can't assume

she knew he had
an allergy.

It's in his
medical records.

He might have
mentioned it to her.

What I had
in mind

was proof she knew.

Oh, depends
if Bailey eats alone.

Two months ago he was
rushed to emergency

from a Thai restaurant.

Peanuts are a common
ingredient in Thai cooking.

WOMAN:
Yes, I remember them.
He got very sick.

They should have told us
he was allergic to peanuts.

Who ordered?

The woman.
She ordered Som Tam.

Green papaya salad.

Done with chili,
fish sauce and peanuts.

Well, it's clearly marked
which dishes have peanuts.

Didn't he see this?

Sure, but the woman
ordered in Thai.

So Bailey wouldn't
understand.

She speak fluent Thai?

Yes.

Uh, but, low class.

Did she say
how she learned it?

She said she lived
in Thailand 15 years ago.

Did she say where?

I asked. She laughed.

She said in Chatuchak.

Chatuchak is the location

of Lard Yao maximum
women's prison.

I did a search for
Australian women

who had been imprisoned
in Thailand.

I found one
who matched Hitchens.

Nicole Wallace.

She and her French boyfriend

were convicted of killing eight
male tourists in Thailand.

She'd seduce them.

They'd rob them.

He'd kill them.

At the trial, she
testified against him.

He got life

she served ten years and
got deported back to Australia.

Could be her.

The Australian
consulate's getting me

a passport photo of
the real Elizabeth Hitchens

the one who was studying
at the University of Sydney

while Nicole Wallace
was in prison.

Wallace passed herself off
as a professor of literature.

Quite a feat.

Maybe it was
catching up to her.

Might explain why
she's desperate

to establish herself here.

Where's the real
Professor Hitchens?

Nicole Wallace killed
the real Elizabeth Hitchens

applied for a passport in her
name and went off to Oxford.

This woman's...
very, very good.

(knocking)

Well, good, you're...
you're both here.

Can we come in?

We heard it's official.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Now that you're chair
of the department

you can give your friend
that permanent job

she's wanted so much.

Well, I don't
know aboutthat.

GOREN:
She's a real catch.

Now, I could be wrong,
but, uh...

there can't be many
Oxford professors

who have spent time in...
Thai prison.

For eight murders,
no less.

Are we meant to take
this seriously?

(chuckles)

It's thanks to her
you got your promotion.

She helped Mark Bailey
kill Winthrop.

You can stop right now.

Bailey told us
the whole story

before he died
from poisoning.

I don't believe
any of this.

Prove it for yourself.

She stole the key to
the administration building

from you...

and gave it to Bailey?

I would have noticed.

She slipped it back
on your key ring.

Except Bailey gave her back
the wrong key by mistake.

He gave her...
his spare to his office.

You've really outdone
yourselves, Detectives.

GOREN:
Well, let's check
Bailey's office.

This should be
the administration key.

(dead bolt clicks)

It's you
who outdid yourself...

Nicole.

That is your name,
Nicole Wallace.

This is utter nonsense.

Christine, it's a trick.

I didn't take your key.

Youdidsleep with him.

You lied to me.

For heaven's sake,
Christine...

I can't have you here.

You're relieved of your duties
as of immediately.

In that case,
you're under arrest.

For what?

You just got fired.

You're in violation
of your work visa.

Nothing has happened
to Elizabeth Hitchens

because Iam
Elizabeth Hitchens.

I mean, do you honestly think
that I could fool

the dons of Oxford
for one minute

if I wasn't who I say I am?

You had plenty
of time to read

in Lard Yao Prison.

My dear woman

there is more to
literary scholarship

than reading books.

Nobody said
you aren't bright, Nicole.

Elizabeth.

Nicole...

the game's up.

Y-You botched
the key exchange.

Bailey gave you the wrong key.

You know bloody well
that that's not true.

No, I don't "bloody well know,"
but the real culprit does.

Now, you see the...
problem:

you can't expose our trick

without exposing
your own culpability.

And you know what
that's called--

your being an expert on the
modern American novel and all.

Yes, well, I never
much cared for Heller.

Look, you can bang on
all you want

but I am invoking
my right to be silent.

No, you don't
have that right.

I know what my rights are

and I'm also invoking
my right to an attorney.

Well, you don't have
that right either.

What are you
talking about?

You're a
foreign national

with no green card,
no tourist visa

no valid work permit.

That makes you a
person with no status.

I can keep you
as long as I want to

until we build a case
against you.

You wouldn't dare.

What do you mean
I can't see her?

I have been retained
by the university

to represent her.

She's in this country
illegally.

She is here employed
under the terms

of a valid work visa.

I reinstated her.

I found out the police changed
the lock on Bailey's office

so that it could be opened

with a key
to the administration building.

The whole thing was a sham.

We still believe
Miss Hitchens is here

under false pretenses.

You're not entitled
access to her.

We'll see.

I'm walking
down the block

into Federal Court

and filing for a writ
of habeas corpus.

If you really are
Elizabeth Hitchens

this would be easy.

Just tell me the name of
the educational foundation

in Melbourne.

I-I don't have it
in my papers.

I'm sure that
that's a lie.

And if I am impersonating
Elizabeth Hitchens

don't you think that
I would have committed

her entire work history
to memory?

That's my...

social security number
and my birthdate.

Yes, it's remarkable.

A fountain of information
that can spring

from those little numbers.

Home address, next of kin

mother's maiden name

mother's... address.

Tell me, Robert,
how often do you get up

to the Kommau-Rich Center?

Once a week.

And a phone call every day.

How old were you
when you first realized it?

No.

You want to play

then it's going to have to be
tit-for-tat.

You have to tell me
something true about you.

About Nicole.

All right.

I did meet Nicole
before I left for England.

She told me things.

Where is she now?

I don't know.

Carried away by dingos.

It happens a lot in Australia.

What did she tell you?

She told me that she...

enjoyed being under the thumb
of her French boyfriend.

That relinquishing
responsibility to him

gave her the unimaginable
freedom to commit violent crimes

with any guilt at all.

My turn.

How old were you when
you first realized your mommy...

wasn't like
all the other mommies?

Seven.

Were you ashamed?

And frightened.

It's... it's my turn.

How old were you when your
father first molested you?

It's the only explanation
for your intense hatred of men.

The murders
in Thailand

were an attempt to...

correct the tragedy
of your childhood.

To punish your abuser.

Absolving yourself
of... of guilt

by using a man
to kill other men.

And not that you think
much of women either

since your mother was...

too scared?

Or too drunk?

Too self-absorbed?

No. Uh...

T-To protect you...

None of those things happened.

None of those things are true.

No, that's why you can't
form connections.

That's why you use sex
as an exercise in self-hatred.

That's why when you
came back from Thailand

you supported yourself
with prostitution

didn't you, Nicole?

I am Elizabeth Hitchens.

I'm a professor...
of literature...

No.
...at Oxford.

(pounding table):
No!

When I met you...

you wanted me to know
who you truly were--

how smart, how funny,
how charming you are.

You wanted me
to know you--

Nicole Wallace--

the sparkling little girl
who survived horrible abuse

with her wits intact.

(door opens)

MAN:
Professor Hitchens...

Nicole.

I was retained
by the university

to represent you.

The Federal Court has issued
a writ of habeas corpus

ordering your immediate release.

I advise you
to leave with me.

Now, please. Come on.

That foundation that you
asked me about in Melbourne

it was the George
Hurstwood Foundation.

Come on.

I'm sorry, Detective.

Th-There was nothing
I could do.

No, the foundation--

it's called
the New Covenant Foundation.

Why did she say
the George Hurstwood?

She was trying
to tell me something?

George Hurstwood.

Well, it'sSister Carrie.

It's a novel
by Theodore Dreiser.

Uh, the... George Hurstwood
was a-a saloonkeeper.

Stole money
from his boss' safe.

Nicole used the name
of a thief, too.

Oh, I-I need
to call Melbourne.

Okay, thank you.
Yes, we'll be back in touch.

The Melbourne Police
recently started investigating

the financial affairs
of the New Covenant Foundation.

They suspected five years ago
$400,000 were embezzled

by the then-president
of the foundation...

Elizabeth Hitchens.

The real
Elizabeth Hitchens.

Nicole Wallace
stole the identity

of an embezzler.

I'm sure she didn't know it
at the time.

She found out when she heard
about the investigation.

She knew the Australians would
catch up to her in England.

They'd extradite her back home.

That's why she wants
US citizenship.

Because nonviolent
financial crimes

are uncovered
by US extradition treaties.

If she became a citizen, the
Australians couldn't touch her.

She's not a citizen yet.

(indistinct police radio
transmission)

She's gone.

I came here.
The door was open.

Her things were gone.

I'll call the airports.

(Christine sobbing)

It's okay.

What'd you think,
she'd have scones

and a glass of sherry
for us?