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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?