Under Suspicion Page #4

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I am a f***ing lawyer!

This is January 7, 8:06 P.M.

San Juan Police Headquarters.

I'm Captain Benezet.

With me is Detective Owens.

We're talking

to Mr. Henry Hearst.

Do you have your permission

to tape this interview, Henry?

Why not?

I have nothing to hide.

Thank you.

Now, then-your name, age,

profession and marital status.

Come on.

Name, age, profession

and marital status, please.

You just said my name.

Fine. Whatever.

Hearst. Henry Buchanan Hearst.

I'm 57.

Your house is called "The Ilado"

up on Old San Juan Hill...

and you're an attorney?

Yes. Senior partner with Hearst,

Dean and Dumet right here in town.

You must have a lot of fancy computers

up there in that office.

You ever surf the Net? Check out

the chat rooms and the websites?

I don't know about chat rooms,

but sure.

What does this have

to do with anything?

Any other hobbies?

Computers are not my hobby.

Photography is.

I have my own darkroom.

I enjoy chronicling

the island's history.

- And you're married.

- Yes.

- Ten years now.

- And no children.

Yes. And no children.

Why not?

Chantal won't-

Chantal can't have children.

She can't, or she won't?

She has a fertility problem.

What difference does it make?

You ever hear of adopting?

You walk somebody else's dog.

That's true tact.

That's very elegant.

Do you think that's elegant?

This is what I think.

I remember that

you couldn't afford law school.

I remember you waiting on tables.

We'd swagger in, drunk...

trotting along hot-looking dolls,

spending money you know we didn't earn.

I think the matter at hand is payback.

That's what I think.

When Detective Owens arrived

at your house at 6:54 P.M. Yesterday...

he noted that you were not

wearing jogging clothes.

- I showered.

- Before you called?

Of course not.

I called as soon as I came home.

I want to report a dead body.

Officers also noted that your wife

had not yet been told about the girl.

She was in the bedroom.

It says here you called

from the bedroom.

You had to lie down.

You were distraught.

- We'd had an argument.

- When you got home?

No, earlier. Please don't

go into this now, Victor.

- It's none of your business!

- Damn it, Henry!

Chantal was in the bedroom. She was not.

The dog was with you. The dog was not.

Tell me one thing that adds up...

so we can go across the street

and have a good time.

It's a pity that you've never been

to our home. Then you'd understand.

But I was.

I was there.

Downstairs there's that-

- Upstairs it gets instructive.

- There's nothing real special about it.

Mr. Hearst didn't say "special."

He said "instructive."

Thank you.

Well, let's see.

Upstairs.

There's a hallway, right?

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