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In the criminal justice system,

sexually-based offenses are
considered especially heinous.

In New York City,

the dedicated detectives who investigate
these vicious felonies are members

of an elite squad known
as The Special Victims Unit.

These are their stories.

Housekeeping.

Housekeeping...?

Oh... please excuse me, miss.

These hotel scenes suck.

Mark over there's lifting his 15th print,
and we're just getting started.

Looks like the room's been tossed.

Nothing in the safe. Nothing of
value anywhere else.

No money.

No jewelry. I always carry a pair
of earrings in my purse.

Like you carry a purse.

That's 'cause you carry it for me.

Marks on the neck, huh?

Asphyxiation?

Yeah, her larynx is crushed.

Time of death?

Body's in full rigor. Approximately
12 to 18 hours ago.

Puts it between 4:00 and
10:00 p.m. / Mm-hmm.

Arms are crossed.
Minor personalization.

A burglar/rapist with a conscience.

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Law & Order SVU
1x17 Misleader

ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON NBC: 2000/03/31

What are you talking about?
It's a power trip, Munch.

Aggression, control,
male domination... remember?

A rape is a rape is a rape, of course.

I'm just saying you can't
rule out the sexual aspect.

- "Frick and Frack."
- "Alphonse and Caston."

- "Slappy and Happy."
- You know how it is.

Spend time with someone,
eventually they corrupt you.

Sure, It's a major historical force

that drags great people to
the lowest common denominator.

With you around,
we're all doomed.

And one more case
won't make a difference, so...

Death, probably by strangulation,
early last night.

It reads like a robbery/ rape/homicide.

But there's no signs of forced entry.

If she fought back,
she didn't do it for long.

- Froze in fright?
- A stranger?

Am I the only one on the planet
that uses the peephole?

Good thing it only works one way.

The staging bothers me...
arms crossed,

post-mortem personalization...
that's not a stranger.

Remorseful stranger?

Seems more like regret than anger.

You can't rule out anger.

Someone who knew her,
someone who didn't...

an angry guy... a guy
with a guilty conscience.

How do we narrow this down?

That room had so many fingerprints
and DNA samples it was frightening.

Oh, well, that's great.

We're doing exclusionary prints
and DNA tests on the staff.

Tell me about the victim, people.

Okay... Sylvia Hadley.
Married, husband's in Baltimore.

She and her father-in-law,
Dr. Benjamin Hadley,

and the wife were attending

the National Conference
of Christian Colleges.

- Not the Benjamin Hadley?
- Mm-hmm.

More powerful than Pat Robertson,

able to leap a tall Democrat
in a single bound,

President of Midvale College, which
used to be a Podunk nothing,

now it's suddenly a think tank
for the neo-conservative movement?

- Although that's an oxymoron.
- I love you, Olivia.

"Family values," other euphemisms
for smug sanctimony,

studies of dead white men,
freedom from government...

Husband's been notified.
He's catching the next flight up.

I'll have some plainclothes
pick him up.

- Did you talk to the in-laws?
- They were flipped.

We'll need to go back
for more questions.

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.

It's nice and cool down here.

You again?

You get a chance to take
a look at Sylvia Hadley?

Confirmed cause of death.

Manual strangulation.

No cloth-like abrasions,
no leather cuts.

What about time of death?

I can narrow it down to
between 6:30 and 9:00 last night.

DNA? / Rape kit came up
positive for semen.

Sheets were positive for
bodily fluids as well.

It's a good sample.

Until next time?

Thanks.

Versailles Hotel
142 East 63rd Street
Monday, February 7

Do you know anything about
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.

Specifically,
did she have any meetings?

Sylvia was independent.
She loved art.

Was anxious to go to the Met.

Did you see her
at the hotel when she returned?

Briefly. She seemed tired.

She and Brad...they've been burning
the midnight oil on the annual report.

- Brad?
- Weber.

Our financial guy.
He's staying here.

We're going to need to talk to him.

His firm has a New York office.
Mondregan Weber Investments.

Anyone have any personal
grievance against her?

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 personal
responsibility as a motive?

- Or atheistic hedonism?
- Ben.

I knew something like
this would happen here.

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?

The entrance, the front desk,
the elevator bays.

Employee cams cover
cash-sensitive areas.

Do employee cams catch
anything guest cams would miss?

No, coverage doesn't overlap.
The angles are different.

You don't have cams in the hallways?

Management thinks there's a fine line

between protecting guests
and invading their privacy.

Not to mention the cost.
You'd need cameras everywhere.

How do you pick up the slack?

Staff and guards weed out
crazies and loiterers,

Electronic locks are logged
to show every time a door opens,

staff card or guest card.

But staff and guards
can be avoided, can't they?

Yeah, that's what the
electronic locks are for.

Can you show us Sylvia Hadley's
log from last night?

Yeah, I printed out all the activity

on Mrs. Hadley's room,
including room service.

We'll also need videotape you
have since the victim arrived.

You can have it,
but it's not timestamped.

Some glitch where it shows on
the screens, 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.

You know anything about
other burglars or other hotels?

Yeah, I've got a friend
over 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 9:25 a.m.

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 of 5:00.

Maybe the guy was
in there waiting for her.

And he could have left at any time.

Late, when no one could see him.

Here you go.

Office Of Brad Weber
Mondregan Weber Investments
29 East 47th Street
Monday, February 7

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,
correct?

Yes, we had a meeting.

Thank you.

There was supposed to
be a report to the trustees today.

What did you do after the meeting?

I came to the office, worked late,

strolled along Fifth Avenue
windowshopping,
and went back to the hotel.

And what time was that?

About 9:00.

You seem suspicious.

This early in the investigation,
we're suspicious of everyone.

- Anyone see you leave the office?
- No one was here.

I don't know about the front door.
They're usually asleep.

This isn't a great building.

When you got back to 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 any kids?

No. I don't know how I would
have explained this to them.

I know this is a difficult question,

but were you and your wife
having 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 out roaming the streets.

Only it's not "P.C." to do
anything about them.

We understand your frustration.
We are doing what we can.

These are Detectives
Benson and Stabler.

- They're handling your case.
- Hello, Mr. Hadley.

We're so sorry for your loss.

How's it going so far?

We have a few leads
that we're chasing down.

Well, I 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's the guy who manages
the endowment.

Totally struck out, though.

Doorman saw him leave
his offices after 6:00.

He picked up phone messages
at the front desk after 9:00.

Phone records checked out.

Exclusionary 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 who has an alibi.

Security guy told us about a burglar
who's hitting the big hotels.

They got a Robbery task force on him.

What? Burglaries aren't sex crimes?

Hey, Briscoe!

Go through this box
of security videotapes

and check it out like a good man.

There's no timestamps,
so have fun.

Okay, the latest victim's
name is Lana Hoffman.

She's staying at The Sussex
on the East Side.

When I got back to my room,

it took a while before I realized
my safe was cleaned out

and all my jewelry was gone.

But what really bothered me,

the other detectives dismissed
as an idiosyncrasy.

And what was that?

The burglar masturbated
in my underwear.

Now they're sitting
in some evidence lock-up.

Not that I want them back, though.

They said he probably picked
the room randomly.

You notice anything strange
prior to the break-in?

Like what?

The burglar might have followed you
to find out what room you were in.

No, nobody followed me.

Maybe he waited down in the lobby?

There was this one guy.

It seems like he was always
in the lounge reading a newspaper.

We rode the elevator up once.
He creeped me out bad.

Yeah? What'd he look like?

Smallish build, wire-rim 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.

31st Precinct
Burglary Taskforce
Tuesday, February 8

- Why didn't you call us?
- And hand the case over?

No, we're capable of just lending
a hand. Same shield, same team.

It's just a standard set of burglaries.

No, each consecutive burglary had

an increased degree
of sexual fetishism.

This guy was escalating.

Oh, yeah... they're all just
"rapists-in-training."

Why don't you take all
the burglaries in Manhattan?

We only want the one where the
burglar spills his seed
in the victim's "u-trou."

The thing bothering us
is how clear it was

this guy was going to hurt someone...
he was under no threat from you.

Like to see how you'd have helped.

We could have told you
He's not in it for money,

meaning you're wasting your time
looking for stolen goods on the street.

He stalks his victims for a couple of
days, he gets close to them...

- these are not random robberies.
- How about he likes blondes?

He gets half his rush
from being in plain view in the hotel.

Now a woman's dead because
you were protecting your collar.

So we didn't call you.
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.

People like you make our
squad necessary.

Yeah? Well, my people don't
want whatever it is you got.

You're tainted. / Benson.

10 bucks says the only other cops
you hang out with are Brooklyn SVU.

You lose.
Bronx SVU.

We'll take these.
We'll make copies.

- That was Cragen.
- What'd 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 to sort out the videos.

It's going to take time.

He's keeping his eye out
for the baseball cap.

These are the hotels our guy has
hit since he started four months ago.

He hit the Baxter Arms
over a week ago.

He's done each hotel
either once or twice.

No forced entry, occupant not
in room. He didn't use staff cards.

He's only hitting hotels with
key card access to the rooms.

I wonder if he's got something that
cracks the codes to the locks.

I thought only the Feds had
that technology.

Could be ex-FBI or CIA.
Hoover led from the top down.

His "lingerie legacy" could
still be alive. / People,

I think you should all listen to this.

...her rape and murder related
to a tragedy which is much larger.

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... city has taken a valued
member of our organization...

of our family... away from us.

We will not rest until the killer is found.

Dr. Hadley, are you going to continue
with your schedule of fundraising events...

Now, can anyone tell me
where we are on this thing?

We got a burglar with
a similar M.O. And description.

Get him, 'cause we all know who's
on the other end of that phone call.

Ralliston Hotel
43 West 44th Street
Wednesday, February 9

Six-two-four.

He's on the sixth floor.
He went into room 624.

Got it.

Wrong room. / Hands on top
of your head... now.

Pat him down.

- That's our collar.
- Like hell it is.

It's a special task force appointed
by the commissioner.

Our ongoing investigation
takes precedence.

Our captain's been talking to the mayor.

He didn't like hearing about
your unwillingness to cooperate.

Wait a minute... Don't...

Don't touch me.
I don't like to be touched.

If that's the guy that's questioning me,

I definitely want my lawyer present.

Your kit would make certain covert
enforcement agencies jealous.

Actually, their stuff is
a little more refined.

- Where did you get it?
- I made it.

John, don't say any more.

It's not hard.
I'm a computer programmer.

I worked for an electronic lock company.

- What happened?
- They fired me.

John... / Why?

Because I was the only one bothered
by the illusion we were perpetuating.

I know... any hotel staff member
can get into your room...

All the keys, the key cards,
are sitting there on the maid carts.

There's one combination that opens
every room safe in the entire hotel.

If you want me to help you,
you better stop talking.

Your job is to get me the best
deal I can.

They've got me.

All the stuff I took,
it's just sitting in my apartment

nicely catalogued so
it can be easily returned.

It's 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.

Guy 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 in the squad room.
We're debating the pregnancy.

You think we should tell 'em?

No. / It's a card we should hold onto.

That's what we were thinkin'.

You always had this underwear fetish?

No, but I came to realize
that's just who I am.

But "no harm, no foul," right?

That's just it...
we're talking "big harm, big foul."

What are you talking about?

Where were you Sunday night? / Why?

We've got a dead, raped woman,
and you look pretty good for it.

What?

No!

I wouldn't hurt anybody.
I'm not wired that way.

"Boxing the clown"
in woman's underwear?

That's pretty freaky.
And to us, "buddy boy,"

it's a short stretch of road
between that and rape/homicide.

I'm gonna need a moment with
my client. / No, it's okay.

I want to clear this up right now.
I did not rape anybody.

Where were you?

I was down at the Soho East.

I stole a diamond-studded
collar off a terrier.

It's the only dog-friendly
hotel in the city.

The owner must have left him
in the room during dinner.

Cute dog.

I want to see him.

That's probably not the best idea.

I'm sorry, but after all that,
we don't think he's our guy.

- I don't believe this.
- These things take time, sir.

And to get the press all riled up
does not help things.

I know, and I apologize.
We're under a lot of pressure.

We realize how hard your job is.

How hard can it be?
My wife was killed in a hotel.

We're going to find your wife's killer,

but as my partner said,
these things take time.

We'll be going. I'm sure 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.

Amongst the stolen goods was
a diamond-studded dog collar.

I'm working on the search warrant
for John Fenwick's apartment.

Maybe Sylvia was having an affair.

Why else wouldn't she tell her
husband that she was pregnant?

Maybe she wanted to make sure
before she told him?

What are the odds that another
stranger was in the hotel stalking her?

We all know about odds.

It would fit with the lack of self-defense.

We've seen victims who don't fight
back because they feel guilty.

They feel they're being punished
for something that's their fault.

Maybe she knew the guy.
She must have let the attacker in.

There's a chance this gal wasn't as
family-oriented as Ben and Dr. Hadley.

Okay... Munch, Jeffries, finish
with this Fenwick guy.

Benson, Stabler,
first thing tomorrow morning,

it's back to the hotel with you.
Take a closer look at Sylvia.

Oh, yeah, I remember her.

Probably wouldn't have had
if she hadn't gotten killed.

But when you're in the news, it kind
of solidifies everything in your mind.

What do you remember?

She was a pain in the ass.

Why do you say that?

She ordered a lot of room service.

But, one of my guys would bring it up,

and then she'd remember
something else she wanted.

Maybe she was ordering
for two people.

Well, that's possible.

She never ordered dinner or anything...

always just hors d'oeuvres.

Hey, Tony, remember
that woman in room 1810?

The one who bit it? Yeah.

You remember if she was
ever with somebody?

Whenever I came in the room,
the bathroom door was closed.

I guess there could have been
a guy in there, or a girl.

You're investigating her murder?

- Yes.
- Sorry about the comment.

Guests become room
numbers after a while.

Thanks, Tony.

I remember one night,
she called at 11:00 p.m.,

wanted to have the mini-bar
in her room restocked.

I said we couldn't do it,

so she said she was
going down to the bar.

Doesn't sound like the picture
the Hadleys painted.

People do all sorts of things in hotels.

You know, the anonymous
nature of it all?

Anyway, that was the night
before she was killed...

Saturday night.

Yeah, I remember her.

She was in here Friday,
Saturday night.

I heard about her on Monday
when I came back to work.

Was she alone or was
she with someone?

Saturday she was here with a guy.

They looked like
they worked together.

She was laying it on pretty thick, too.

How do you mean?

You know, laying her hand on his
arm every time he cracked a joke.

Talking quietly so he had
to lean in to hear her.

Was he receptive?

Two people come in, they're
both married to other people.

She's drinking apple martinis
to try to lose control,

he's drinking Amstel Lights
to try to keep it.

You've seen it before?

They weren't making out at the bar
or anything, but they left together.

She couldn't walk without him.

You know if the guy was
staying in this hotel?

Yeah. 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 here.

Glad to help, though
I don't know how I can.

Well,

how well did you know Sylvia Hadley?

You people asked me that before.

Yeah, we're just trying to understand
her state of mind.

How often did you meet with her?

There was a monthly meeting
with Dr. Hadley,

but Sylvia and I have met more
often lately. / Why?

It's a high maintenance account.
Narrow margin for error.

The college depends on a precise
cash flow and a rigorous rate of return.

They're also my biggest client.

Saturday at the hotel bar...

investment meeting, or date?

It was an investment meeting.

You're married, Mr. Weber,
aren't you? / Yes. Happily.

Were you and Sylvia having
an affair? / Absolutely not.

See, that's the part that
doesn't make sense.

We've got a bartender who puts you
two in a very friendly situation at the bar.

I couldn't help that.
She hit on me.

It felt like harassment.
She could ruin my life.

- I had to be nice.
- That we don't buy.

And you just gave us a motive.

- What do you mean?
- You two were having an affair,

she wanted to break it off,
you'd lose her as a client.

- That's not true.
- You killed her to protect yourself.

No!

There was no affair.

That night she was
half drunk for our meeting.

She wanted to go to the bar
afterwards. I had to.

What do you mean you "had to"?
What about a polite refusal?

She insisted.

She hit on me, and it was nice
to have an attractive woman

on your arm in New York...
people looking, jealous.

I ordered beers and drank them
slowly.

I don't know why...
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 not about me, it's about you.

You'll understand this if you are.

The thought hit me that
I had just transformed
my relationship with my wife forever.

It cleared my head.
I went back to my room.

Sounds pretty convenient.

Sounds pretty damned
inconvenient if you ask me.

Where were you Sunday night?

I was in my room.
I told you.

Maybe you went straight to
Sylvia's room from work.

You left her room at 9:00
to build up your alibi.

No.

Did you watch any pay movies?

Oh my God, no.

That is not good for your story.

I've known Brad for a long time.

He's very good with
the endowment's money.

You're sort of damning him
with faint praise, aren't you?

"For with what judgment ye judge,
ye shall be judged,

and with what measure ye meet,
it will be measured to you again."

Could we leave the Scripture
out of this just for a moment?

What we want to know, flat out,

is there 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 usually
just laughed it off.

Nobody's laughing now.

Dr. Hadley, are you sure
that there wasn't

a personal connection
between Brad and Sylvia?

They worked 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?

It's possible you
just didn't want to see it.

Did they ever argue?

Not that I ever heard.
Not during the daytime, anyway.

This is unbelievable.

What if Sylvia was in a relationship
she wanted to end,

and Mr. Weber didn't want to
lose the account?

God help him.

I prayed that it would be a stranger.

You lied to us. We hear you were
"in the bag" at every Midvale function.

We also heard when you tie one on,
you become quite the ladies' man.

What? / You told us
you didn't drink often.

I don't. Do you have any idea how
nervewracking those things are?

Cool it, Brad. / We got people
telling us

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 were having the extra meetings

because there's a huge balloon
payment due next quarter.

It's complicated,
and requires a lot of coordination.

The trustees are panicked.

What kind of payment
we talking about here?

Hadley structured a poor
deal back in the '70s

when he and a few investors
bought the college.

High risk, high interest,
no intermediate payments.

It's biting him on the ass now.

Sylvia and I had to fix the problem.

That's why Hadley's out there
still stumping.

We still have your admission to
fooling around with Sylvia,

and the only person who can
confirm that story is dead.

I told you that because
I didn't kill Sylvia,

and 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 going to remain
our prime suspect

unless he gives us something
to divert our attention.

Like a blood test, for starters.

I didn't do anything.

He'll take the blood test.

Look at this. Midvale College
was censured

by the American Association of
University Professors.

"Inadequate protection against

an improper exercise of
administrative power."

Dr. Hadley had a penchant for axing
those that disagreed with him.

Ah, Dr. Hadley's doctorate.

It's from Lutheran Ministry College,
Jackson, Mississippi.

He's a preacher, all right.

Of the Hadleys, who do you think
you can get more information from?

The son. / Okay...

the Hadleys are holding a memorial
service for Sylvia at St. Albans.

That is in one hour.

Munch, Jeffries,
see if you can track down

one of these professors he axed.

New York University
Washington Square Park
Thursday, February 10

Can you tell us about your
employment experience
at Midvale College?

We understand Dr. Hadley
learned some

some of his management
technique 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 realized, to him,

the curriculum was nothing more

than a way to tap into wealthy
conservative donors.

- Did you know Sylvia Hadley?
- Not well.

Rumor was that she was
spending more time

working with Hadley Sr. Than
living with Hadley Jr.

Which is not surprising,
in and of itself. / Why not?

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.

And that is why I am announcing
the establishment

of the Sylvia Stone Hadley
Memorial Fund.

Thank you for coming here
today to honor 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.

Anything on Weber yet?

He's volunteered DNA

to test with the sample
that we got from the crime scene.

This whole thing, it's unbelievable.

People do things they never
imagined they were capable of.

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 you may have noticed
about her state of mind?

Look,

in the last couple of years
she changed a lot.

Our marriage was fine,

but she wasn't the same person
I married.

Well, people change.
That's marriage.

No, she became this person
I didn't even know anymore.

Flying all over the country, cell phone
permanently attached to her ear.

I knew less and less about her life.

Say, is the staff angle completely dead?

DNA screening turned up no one.

Brad Weber's DNA
came back negative.

He's also resigned his post
as manager of the endowment.

You know, this whole college
is a family operation.

I know the dysfunctional
family's a cliche...

Scorecard, people.

The old man was being honored
by his born-again peers.

Junior was grading papers
in Baltimore.

What about the mother,
Sharon Hadley?

She does appear to be the glue
that holds the family together.

Well, genetics make the family.
We got DNA on everybody else.

Let's get some from the Hadleys, too.

We're going to need a court
order on the father. My guess.

All right. Ask him nicely.
If he refuses, a court order it is.

Then get the mother up here alone.
I want to get the full story.

It's time we found out just
how strong this glue is.

You sure I can't get you
anything to drink? / No.

You can have a seat.

Mrs. Hadley, when you look back,

was Sylvia happy?

Yes.

She loved the college.

You should have seen her
work a fundraiser.

It was magnificent.

And what about your son?

He loved to teach.

And 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.

Okay.

And was it?

Consecrated?

Yes.

So Sylvia was faithful?

She was.

She was... 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?

Whatever it is that
you're holding on to...

is gone.

We can help you.

He wouldn't have known.

Oh, God, 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.

This Hadley is a religious huckster

in the "Aimee Semple
McPherson" mode.

A "Swaggart," a "Bakker"...

with Swaggart's proclivity toward
"extra-marital ministrations."

And he knows that once
he's exposed, the money stops.

This upcoming balloon payment
is gasoline on the fire.

Okay, okay. We got to
get moving quickly on this.

I will convince Mrs. Hadley to stay here.

If she insists on leaving,
we arrest her.

For...? / Obstruction...
it doesn't matter.

We have to make sure she
doesn't give him a heads-up.

We'll bring in Senior.

Shall we bring in the little guy, too?

Why not? Let's see
if blood does run thicker.

Keep 'em separated.

I don't want 'em saying so
much as a word to each other.

For the last time, my friends,

I'm not going to get into any
particulars until my lawyer arrives.

Well, that's fine by me.

Anyhow, your DNA's going to
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 do you got?

Those videotapes are wild.

You wouldn't believe what goes
on in elevators

when people think they're alone.

It's better than any video
I ever rented.

I hope this isn't
what you had to tell us.

No.

The video wasn't timecoded.

I had to use other visual cues
to establish the timeline.

In the evening on Friday there
was a Girl Scout meeting.

Sunday morning, cardiologist
convention checks out.

That afternoon, these wedding
guests arrived.

You can tell 'cause they
got neat welcome baskets

from the front desk just loaded
down with "Maker's Mark."

So the wedding party gets bourbon...?

Take a look at this.

My best guess is,
this guy was on the elevator

on Sunday between 4:00 p.m.
And 6:00 p.m.,

and next to him is a guy with...

your bottle of "Maker's Mark."

- You're sure about this?
- Absolutely.

Ben Jr. Wasn't in Baltimore.

He used a credit card
to purchase an 11:00 a.m.

Baltimore-New York
express train ticket.

An ATM withdrawal at the
Times Square Chase Manhattan

late Sunday night, 10:53 p.m.

Here he is entering the lobby in the hotel.

Here he is in the elevator.

Just proves fantastic liars don't
necessarily make good killers.

The son who was supposedly
in Baltimore at the time

of the murder was actually here
in New York in the hotel.

What's your theory?

These holy rollers are in fact,
surprise-surprise... grifters.

The old man and his so-called
investors took over

some third-rate college
when it went Chapter 11.

Then resurrected it as
"Born-Again U."

Maybe the victim knew
the books were cooked.

She was shaking down Hadley
Sr. For a slice of the action.

Or "B," she was a true believer.

Maybe she was disgusted by
what was going on

and threatening to blow the whistle.

Where's the sex crime in this?

She had sex before dying.
Not necessarily rape.

Check out these DNA results.

Talk about "Old Testament."

All right, I want both of them.

We're gonna have to get 'em
to turn on each other.

Take two polecats, throw 'em
in the same bag, and look out.

We have you in a big, big lie, Ben.

He was in shock.

His wife's death disoriented him.
It's only natural.

I must agree with Dr. Hadley.

This has been an extraordinarily
traumatic experience for his son.

You can't expect... / First your father,
and then his lawyer.

You ever speak for yourself?

I don't know.
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 in the hotel.

Detective Jeffries?

These are the lab results.

Your wife's throttled neck and a piece
of skin from under your fingernail...

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.

Detective, does the sperm
DNA match that of Ben Jr.?

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,

I couldn't stand it any longer.

I got a train ticket and
I came up here.

To the hotel?

When I 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... 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 favorite put-down.

You know, like...

the only job I could get was
at my daddy's college.

And then I...

I lost it.

You "lost it" how?

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,

and wondering
what I was doing choking her.

We can finish this later.

You always had to make
everything right!

And 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 going to call him, Ben?

"Son"?

"Ben lll"?

- That's the grief talking.
- No, this is me talking!

A lifetime of grief, yes.

And two years of watching
my husband...

my soon-to-be-former husband...

fornicating with my son's wife.

Sharon...?

Fathering his own grandchild.

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