Law & Order: Criminal Intent (2001–2011): Season 3, Episode 1 - Undaunted Mettle - full transcript

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.

Let's go.

See, I'm an architecture
student at Madison,

and I'm doing my
thesis on Mr. Laurette.

He designed this house back in '76.
I think you have the wrong address.

No, no, this is
definitely a Laurette. If I

could just take a quick
look... I don't think so.

Uh, okay. I didn't
mean to creep you out.

This is my number. You can
call me if you change your mind.



This is a great design, Noah.

Your vision's maturing, but
I don't think I can help you.

I just need enough
to cover the cost.

- I don't have that kind of money.
- Yes, you do. I know you do.

You're wrong, Noah.

And I don't feel comfortable
with this other complication.

Noah Preston.

Oh, that's great.
Uh, when can I...

Sure. Uh, sure, I
guess that'd be okay.

Uh, when can I come by?

Okay. Yeah, I'll be there.

Oh, geez.

Hang in there,
buddy. Hang in there.

He had his arm out like he
was pointing to somebody,



and he was trying
to say something.

You notice who came
in just before him?

Just people, you know,
hurrying to catch trains.

Okay, thanks. The detective
will take your formal statement.

We have Noah Preston, 25.

New York State driver's
license, library card...

A man after your own heart.

Eighty bucks, no credit
cards. He traveled light.

Very light. It's raining,
he's not wearing a jacket.

He's hardly wet. He
wasn't outside long.

Maybe a cab just
dropped him off.

A cab or his own car. I didn't
find any house keys on him.

They could be with his car keys.

Round puncture wound. Edges
look ragged. No powder burns.

Ink smudges. Faint.

Looks like some kind
of numbers or writing.

Patrol found Preston's car
half an hour ago over on 37th.

It was blocking a hydrant,
so we called for a tow.

Then we saw they
took all the air bags.

That's where the
market is these days.

There's blood drops on the seat.

Looks like Preston
was stabbed here.

The killer might have
been in the passenger seat.

Maybe Preston picked up some
short-term companionship and got played.

They stabbed him
and stole his car.

Or there were two crimes
and two unrelated perps.

One stabs Preston. He follows
his assailant into the station.

Someone else sees the car
idling on the curb and steals it.

Well, I told him.

Yeah? What did he say?
He gave me a big hug.

He said it was a great thing
I was doing for my sister.

And he said when the time comes,

he'll hook you up with
a temporary partner.

Oh, no. I didn't
even think of that.

Well, what did you
say? I pity the fool.

How about our gal,
huh? Surrogate mom?

What are those,
nightclub stamps?

No. Preston had a habit
of jotting notes on his hand.

Some of these, they look
like they could be calculations.

Any luck finding the
murder weapon? No,

but we've got a pretty
good idea of what it is.

A Phillips-head screwdriver.
The handyman killer.

"Quoin." It's an architectural
term for a cornerstone.

Then the numbers are
probably measurements.

Could be an
engineer or architect.

Those guys love joining
professional associations.

Either of you know what
he was doing last night?

I think he just went
home on the West Side.

I think he lived with a
girlfriend. A girlfriend?

I thought he was
oriented the other way.

I thought he lived in
New Jersey with his wife.

Is that his personnel file? Yes.

Same mailbox address.

No dependents
listed on his tax form.

No home or cell phone? How
did you keep in touch with him?

Oh, he carried one
of the site phones.

Noah's just a very
private person.

When we looked him up
on the Architects Forum,

we noticed he didn't
have his license.

Was there a problem
with his work?

No. He was extremely talented.
He just never sat for the exam.

I don't know why. I
encouraged him to.

Well, without his license, he
couldn't strike out on his own.

Did he have a lack
of self-confidence?

Uh, I don't think so. He was
always working on his own designs.

Any of them here? Um...

No. This is just the usual
stuff we do for the firm.

Noah's designs
were bold and grand.

What about this? This
isn't the usual stuff.

It's, uh... It's an apartment.

This molding on the door,
I... I think I've seen that before.

It's an Emery Roth building.

Roth, Carrère and Hastings.
1925. The Ritz Tower.

Neat and tidy.

Everything in its place
and a place for everything.

The mind of an architect.

Every tool in that closet
except a large Phillips-head.

Our handyman killer was here.

Well, that not be all he
took. It's the whole downtown.

Then we have holes
in the picture sequence.

The killer might be in one
of these missing photos.

He was a cute kid.
Nice-looking mom.

No pictures of dad.
Maybe this is why.

It's a letter from Noah's
professor at Madison.

"Dear Noah, Your father asked
me again to impress upon you...

"the importance of taking
your licensing exam.

He's despairing you'll
ever achieve anything."

Stage dad. No wonder he
took himself off the radar.

There's also a notation in
Noah's handwriting... "Call."

There's a dollar
sign next to it.

He hit up his dad?

Or our friendly professor.

This has become the most contentious
piece of real estate in the world.

I know the waters
you have to navigate.

You don't need a captain.
You need an admiral.

I can't predict what
our final decision will be.

I know the sentimental
favorite is out of the running.

I can't comment. Abby,
the city, the country,

wants a monument for the ages.

I build for the ages!

Jim had high
expectations for Noah.

Even after he moved to Miami last
year, he wouldn't stop writing the boy.

How'd you end up the go-between?

By default. I knew Noah's mother.
She was active in historical preservation.

Noah was very close to her.

Did he ask his dad
for money recently?

No. So it's you he asked?

No. What gave you that idea?

Noah did. He
made a note about it.

Well, he never got around to
asking. Now, if you'll excuse me...

It's kind of surprising
that Noah would think...

that an associate professor would
have that kind of spare cash lying around.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, y-you don't have tenure,
and you're supporting a wife and...

Well, I think little Junior
spit up on you this morning.

What is this, creamed corn?

I bet he has a sideline. I bet he recruits
for prestigious architectural firms.

That's overstating. Well, you are
the man on campus, aren't you?

Now, isn't that a...

A violation of your
professorial ethics, Professor?

Noah had submitted a design with
the downtown reconstruction committee.

A design for a new tower? Yeah.

He wanted my help if the design got
to the next stage of the competition.

How much help?

For models, studies...
About $50,000.

And, what, you didn't
like his design or...

No. It was brilliant.

My problem was with Noah.

He said he had a silent partner... A
licensed architect that he wouldn't name.

And you're wondering if this
silent partner really existed,

why didn't Noah ask
him for the money?

Exactly.

Now can I go?

Maybe Noah didn't ask because
he was freezing out his partner.

Yeah, his silent partner...

He didn't go quietly.

The more we looked at the other
designs, the more we came back to Noah's.

But a kid just out of school, what
kind of chance could he really have?

That's the appeal, isn't it?

That an unknown architect...

with a breathtaking and
heartbreaking design...

commemorate a...

a breathtaking,
heartbreaking national tragedy.

Like the... the young architect
and the Vietnam Memorial.

It's the best of
what we're about.

A design chosen on
merit, not pedigree.

We heard Noah had
a silent partner. Yes.

And since we don't know
how to contact this person,

we have to eliminate
Noah's design.

Can an architect submit more than
one design under his own name?

No.

And you'd have no way of
knowing if this silent partner...

submitted a design
under his own name?

No. We wouldn't.

The silent partner might've thought
he was doing Noah a harmless favor...

until he found out Noah's design
was about to ace out his own.

Twenty designs in the semifinals,
most with teams of architects...

About 40 suspects in all.

So, the killer might have
stolen Noah's photos...

because he was in them.

If we could find out when
the photos were taken,

we could check for alibis.

The light is... Is
coming from the east.

You can see the shadows are
short, so it's probably around noon.

The newspaper boxes
are all turned around.

There's a bank on
the right. What is that?

Some guy dressed
up like a big nickel?

A bank promotion.
Well, it can't be every day

they have a giant
nickel outside their bank.

I've been down there a
lot surveying the sites,

but I don't remember
any accident.

Hit-and-runs happen very fast.

Your secretary said you
were taking photos that day.

Maybe you caught
something without realizing it.

Anna, bring me the photo set
for the second of this month.

This is your design
for downtown? Yes.

Something about
it that's familiar.

It's familiar because it
references my other buildings.

Whether you like it or not, my
work has entered your subconscious.

Mm. And I thought it was
last night's pot stickers.

Lucky for me that I like
your work, Mr. Laurette.

This is the Shanghai Hotel.

Yes. Ready for
occupancy next summer.

And the Berlin Concert Hall. A
titanium roof in the shape of a violin.

You have so many buildings,
you could have your own city.

The Gradowczyk proposal will be
back from the printer tomorrow morning.

Could you run it up
to me in Litchfield?

Yes, Mr. Laurette.

Litchfield is where
I live with my wife.

We didn't realize you were
married. You don't have any pictures.

I don't need pictures of Sara
to remind me I am married.

But during the week
you stay in town?

When I am in town. Half
of the time, I'm on the road.

My wife is a landscape
designer. She prefers

staying up there with
her gardens and lawns.

And you stay here
with your "garden."

She doesn't mind?

Twenty-eight years of marriage
have earned me a little trust.

Look.

What, you... You
found the hit-and-run?

No. A murder victim.

See this kid with a camera?
That's Noah Preston,

the young architect who
died in Penn Station last week.

I didn't even notice him at the site,
not that I would have recognized him.

That's what I couldn't
put my finger on.

Your design, it
reminds me of Noah's.

I inspire a lot of young architects,
even to the point of plagiarism.

What... What did they
tell us? That it was...

Well, his design was
the sentimental favorite.

And when the sentiment fades
away, they run to the real thing,

to the powerful vision.

When you're done with the
photos, just leave them there.

I guess modesty isn't a required
course in architecture school.

I don't think that Laurette was
wrong about Noah copying him.

These last few
photos that Noah took,

they are taken from the...

The same spot and
from the same angle...

Laurette took his.

He stood in
Laurette's footprints.

Yeah. Maybe he did
more than just stand.

No record of any calls between
Noah's office and Laurette.

Noah was connecting with
Laurette on a whole other level.

That's a museum complex that
Laurette designed in Barcelona.

The layout... Why
does it look familiar?

'Cause you've been there before.

Noah used the same spatial
relationships in his apartment.

He was trying to live
inside Laurette's head.

Well, if he wanted to get inside Laurette's
head, he needed more blondes in his life.

You know, Laurette designed
three homes in Bergen County.

Noah didn't have any
projects in Jersey. Here.

It's a receipt from the Saddle River
Building Department in Bergen County...

for blueprints of
the Laurette homes.

Jared will be coming down from Dartmouth
next week with his new girlfriend.

Another one? I didn't realize
accounting majors were so lucky.

He's hoping to spend a
day with you in the city.

I can't. I have
to be in Chicago.

Hello, Sara! Hello,
Ben. Congratulations.

Howard heard you were a
shoo-in for the downtown project.

I'm just happy the old
dog's still in the running.

Excuse me.

Laurette here.

Yes, I just got to
Chicago an hour ago.

I miss you too.
How are you feeling?

Just one more weekend,
then I'll be all yours.

Oh. The people I'm meeting
just got here. I love you too.

Bye.

I'm not sure.

People from the county office said he
asked for directions to all the houses.

A lot of people stop
by to see the house.

Sometimes they wanna
look inside. I hate to say

no, but I don't like
strangers in the house.

Serves you and your husband
right for buying such a famous house.

I'm not married.

We've seen the other two Laurette
homes in the area, and they're a mess.

This one's in
original condition.

What... What do
you do for a living?

I'm an archivist. I
work from home.

You must be doing well.
It's a beautiful house.

Can we see the rest of it?

I guess strangers with
badges aren't exactly strangers.

This is incredible.

This is the original
custom-made furniture, isn't it?

Laurette designed it all.

It came with the house.

You kept Laurette's layout.

The absence of personal effects...
That's another Laurette touch.

I didn't think it
needed anything else.

- It's the way Laurette would have it...
- If Laurette lived here.

That's my taxi. I have
a doctor's appointment.

Are you sure that we
can't give you a ride?

Oh, that's very kind of you. I have
a taxi service practically on retainer.

I was just too nervous driving. You know
how it is. You can never be too careful.

New house, new car,
all on an archivist's salary.

You think Laurette's got
himself a pregnant mistress?

At least.

See the window on the
far side of the house?

That's the master bedroom.

It's a different design
than the original.

See, the sash has been cut out in the shape
of a dome surrounded by laurel leaves...

to evoke the Taj Mahal,

which was built by the
maharajah in honor of his wife.

This is a decorative detail
that Laurette has used before.

He used it...

in the house that he built in
Litchfield for his wife, Sara.

"The Taj Mahal is the greatest
monument to love ever built.

And it's my way of letting people
know I built this house for my wife."

And he's done the
same thing here.

Ms. Breen isn't his mistress.

She's his wife...
his other wife.

Meredith Breen is on the
tax rolls as the sole owner.

But we pulled the deed from the county
and found a quitclaim signed by Laurette,

giving up any claim he might have
on the house as Meredith's husband.

And the first wife? Sara.

As far as we know, she's alive
and well and living in Litchfield.

Maybe they were divorced.

Not that we could find in the
New York or Connecticut records.

Noah Preston was
obsessed with Laurette.

If he knew about his two wives,

he might've tried to blackmail
Laurette into being his silent partner.

Before we condemn
Mr. Laurette as a bigamist,

make sure he didn't get a
quickie divorce from his first wife.

He might have called
under some pretense...

asking about your marriage.

Our marriage? Humph.
No secrets there.

Twenty-eight years, two
kids. We muddle through.

We still love each
other. That's nice to hear.

His name was Noah Preston.

Preston? He wrote me
a letter two months ago.

He said he was a
student at Madison.

He wanted to ask me about
my influence on Ben's work.

Then you talked to him? No.

Ben likes to maintain a certain
mystique about his process.

The mystique of
a solitary genius.

Well, not all that solitary.

He surrounds himself
with young, attractive,

uh, architects.

You noticed that, didn't you?

It really doesn't bother you?

Those little girls
are no threat.

Ben and I have teetered on the brink of
disaster many times. We've survived it all.

What kind of
disasters? You name it.

Architecture is feast or famine,

even for someone with seven
world-class buildings to his credit.

Winning the commission for the
downtown project will be a godsend.

Oh, just for our information, was your
husband here last Wednesday night?

No. He was in Boston for a few days
meeting with the Civic Planning Council.

He goes every month.

He's had one project or another
there the last dozen years.

The Boston Planning Council has nothing
on the books about a meeting with Laurette.

In fact, the last time they discussed a
project with him was eight years ago.

Yeah. Yes. Okay. Thanks.

Credit card company
is going to fax over

Laurette's transactions
from the last month.

Sara Laurette has no
idea who she's married to.

She's right about feast or famine. He's
had three bankruptcies on his record.

I have to pay my bills
the day they come.

Well, some people can't function
unless they're in a crisis mode.

You know, they
need the stimulus.

All these charges are
in the city or in Litchfield.

These are for another card in Laurette's
name, with charges in Bergen County.

Must be the card Meredith uses.

Oh, there's a third card
under Laurette's name.

All the charges are in
Concord, outside of Boston.

Right. My son had his soccer team
over, and we charged pizzas on the card.

The restaurant just gave
you our address like that?

Well, they didn't really have a choice.
Are you a relative of Ben Laurette?

That's a silly question.

I'm Benny's wife,
Sydney Laurette.

That's our son, Jason.

Oh. Well, I mean, we
knew he was married,

we just pictured
someone, um... older.

Well, you must be thinking
of his first wife, Sara.

Benny was already
divorced when I met him.

Are you involved
in architecture?

No. That's Benny's thing.
That's why we clicked.

He's able to get away from
that world when we're together.

We're looking into a stalking incident
last week involving your husband.

- Was he here?
- Yes.

He drove in from New
York Wednesday morning.

And Wednesday night...
Did he spend it at home?

He went into Boston to meet
with the Planning Council.

Then he had to wait for some blueprints
he was having delivered from his office.

He was home
shortly after midnight.

Who's this stalker?

It's an architect.
Uh, Noah Preston.

He was passing himself off as
a student at Madison University.

Oh. I got a call about him.

A few weeks ago, someone
from that school called...

and said there was a kid
claiming to be a student...

who was contacting people
to get information about Ben.

Oh? And this person
from Madison University,

did they leave their name?

No. But it was a woman.

She said she was in their
architecture department.

No?

All right. Thank you very much.

No one in the architecture
department called her.

They weren't even aware
of what Noah was doing.

Well, if Laurette wanted to know how
much Noah knew about his marriages,

then he might've had
someone call Sydney...

to see if she had been
contacted by Noah.

Who would he have
gotten to make that call?

One of his starstruck
architecture divas?

Or maybe another wife.

They showed me a photograph
of this architect... Noah something.

He was murdered last week.

They wanted to know if
he'd come to the house.

They came by my office too.

But what does he
have to do with us?

Did he wanna hurt you?

Meredith, you know I
love you and our baby.

But I haven't always
been an altar boy.

Ben, altar boys are boring.

I appreciate you
saying that, but...

I was thinking when you go to
Boston next week, I'll go with you,

and when you're done with your
meetings, we could go to Nantucket.

I'd feel guilty thinking of you
moping around that hotel room.

Well, I don't want
you feeling guilty.

We'll just have to make
the most of our time here.

We found blood on the driver's seat
and on this part of the center console.

No blood on the passenger seat.

Noah was sitting here.
The wound was here.

If he was facing forward,
there'd be blood on the dash.

Maybe Noah's head was turned
to the right when he was stabbed.

There would be blood
on the passenger seat.

Yeah, unless...

they had to put the seat
back to get at the air bags.

Maybe the seat was here.

That's why there's
no blood on the seat,

but on the floor.

We got blood here.

There's not much
room to sit up there.

The killer had to
be sitting back here.

Noah was looking
towards the killer.

The killer swung the screwdriver,
caught him in the neck.

So the killer wasn't
sitting in the front seat.

Right.

Because, uh, air bags are a
hazard for pregnant women.

Especially pregnant women
who can never be too careful.

If Noah blew the
whistle on Laurette,

his marriage to Meredith
would be invalidated.

His business would
take a financial hit.

She couldn't count on
him for child support.

- Yeah, but a pregnant killer?
- She's the only one who lied
about being married to Laurette.

She had no reason to,
except to protect his secret.

Well, if Noah told her
about the other wives,

she was just trying to
salvage what she could.

But if she's known all along...

That's the more
intriguing possibility.

Until you nail down her motive, I'm
keeping Laurette at the top of my list.

The classic questions. What did
Meredith know and when did she know it?

The local college invited
Mr. Laurette to do a weekend seminar.

They asked us to
compile some records,

but since Meredith was the archivist
for the county, she got the assignment.

That's how they met...
Over some dusty papers?

They weren't dusty by the
time she got through with them.

She compiled a
detailed document...

of all the time that Mr. Laurette
spent in Bergen County.

She had the whole thing bound in
leather and then she even made a copy,

which she then presented
personally to Mr. Laurette.

She'd done presentations
before to local dignitaries,

but never on this scale.

This is the scale that would be
needed to get Laurette's attention.

Look, she even included a picture of
Laurette and his wife, Sara, in 1976.

Meredith always said that
Mr. Laurette was a devoted husband,

but I think she knew more
about his personal life than he did.

You know, we're gonna need to
borrow this for our investigation.

Uh, I'll just fill
out some forms.

The devoted husband with
enough devotion for three wives.

Sounds like Meredith went into
this marriage with both eyes open.

Best of all for her,

the rat was probably unaware
she was onto his dirty little secrets.

What fun she must have pushing his buttons.
She pushed the biggest one with this.

I mean, a man turns 60,

he starts thinking about how
he's gonna be remembered.

Who better to preserve his
legacy than a trained archivist?

The question is did she act
alone or did Ben help her?

He's still unaccounted
for that night.

Sydney, the... the
wife in Concord,

she said that he was
in Boston that night...

waiting for blueprints to
be delivered from his office.

Well, maybe he was.

You remember how much
Laurette likes personal deliveries.

Right. The blonder the better.

Mr. Laurette needed those plans
for the Boston Planning Council.

He couldn't wait
for next-day delivery.

No, see, your boss isn't doing any
business with the Boston Planning Council.

We think the business
he had was with you.

So what if it was? Did
his wife put you up to this?

Why would you think that?

He's always this close
from getting busted.

It's almost like he
does it on purpose.

You can be sure that
he does it on purpose.

Well, aren't those nights
with him more passionate...

in those times when
he nearly gets caught?

Well, you can
thank his wife for me.

Because that night in
Boston, after she called...

His wife Sara called
him? On his cell.

Sounded like she was on her
way up to Boston to surprise him.

You heard his side
of the conversation?

Yes. He was sweatin' big
ones to change her mind.

He told her it would be 4:00 in
the morning before she got in.

What time was the
call? Just after 10:00.

Thank you, Ms. Spooner. The
officer will show you downstairs.

That alibis Laurette, but
the call had to be Meredith.

Yeah. She probably thought that he was
with Sydney, and she was toying with him.

She called around 10:00.

If she was driving, she'd be in
Boston around 2:00 a.m, not 4:00.

She had to be
on the 12:00 train.

She probably called from Penn
Station. That puts her at the murder scene.

Laurette will never
admit she called him.

He'd have to give up
his precious secrets.

Meredith might
give them up for him.

She thinks that she's the
last stop on Laurette's train.

She could be wrong. Well, we'd
still need Laurette to give her up.

He might...

once he realizes
exactly who she killed.

The card worked fine yesterday.

They want to talk to you.

Yes?

Yes, I'm aware Mr. Laurette has
two other cards on that account.

But... No, two other
cards. Three total.

What do you mean
"a fourth card"?

Where?

Tell the client it's a privilege
to live in one of my buildings.

If he... Meredith? I'm
sorry, Mr. Laurette.

It's all right. Leave us alone.
Richard, I have to call you back.

Meredith. I was buying clothes for
our baby, and they refused my card.

And I found out why. There's
another card on your account.

- That can't be.
- There are a dozen charges
all around Mount Kisco.

Charges for lingerie,
bed linens. Who is she?

No one. I swear.

Mr. Laurette, I'm
sorry to disturb you...

We're sorry to drop
in on you like this.

Well, what a surprise.

So you know
Mr. Laurette after all?

I never said I didn't.
What is it you want?

Uh, it's in connection
with Noah Preston.

We found documents that
show he was looking into

some transactions you
made up in Mount Kisco.

I don't have anything
to do with Mount Kisco.

Look, we can get into
that after Ms. Breen leaves.

I'm not leaving. Well, this
really doesn't concern you.

Whatever concerns my
husband concerns me.

She's your wife?
Yes, I'm his wife.

The wife that you told us you've
been living with for 28 years?

If you mean Sara, he
was married to her for 26

years. He divorced her
before he married me.

Why didn't you tell
us you were married?

Well, Ben is so well-known
and I value my privacy.

Now, what about these
transactions in Mount Kisco?

You husband bought a
house there two months ago.

That's not true. Uh,
now, we had a look at it.

There were new
windows installed.

Windows with a, uh,
uh... A personal touch.

The "Laurette touch."

See? The sashes
have been cut out. It...

Well, it looks like
the Taj Mahal.

You have windows like these
on your house in Litchfield.

Yes.

And come to think of it, you
have windows like these too.

This Taj Mahal design,

uh, do you have any
idea what it means?

- You son of a bitch!
- Meredith, it's not true!

Then who's this? Why
are you marrying her?

Marrying her? How could
he? He's married to you.

Oh, that wouldn't stop him.

He's got two other
wives, Sara and Sydney.

He's still married to them.

You... You knew?

Yes, I knew. And I didn't care,
because I was the most important.

Remember what you said?

I was the only one you'd trust to
be the guardian of your memory,

of the legend of
Benjamin Laurette.

Well, here's your legend!

- Meredith!
- I'm getting a lawyer and I'm suing!

Hey, hey, y-you can't
leave now. Not when the

cat's out of the bag,
right, Mr. Laurette?

I don't have to explain myself to you.
It's between me and the people I love.

I couldn't divorce Sara. It
would have broken her heart.

And Sydney... I just
couldn't say no to Sydney.

And, Meredith, you are so
devoted to me, to my work.

Uh, we have proof
of that devotion.

Every step that you
took that summer in 1976,

Meredith documented
in this book.

Every meal, every liaison.

And this young woman
here that you're sitting next to.

She was staying at your hotel.

You remember her
name? Jane Ward?

Yes, Jane. It sounds familiar.

Yeah. You had a fling
with her. I remember.

Well, here she is
in Meredith's book.

I mean, how could you not be
moved by Meredith's dedication?

Now, here was
someone who loved you.

I mean, not for you... I
mean, who needs that?

Meredith loved
the legend of you.

The, uh... The master of...

rising steel and glass.

Meredith, I am sorry.

Oh, don't be sorry for her.

Knowing your secret
gave her power.

She was the tail
wagging the dog.

She would call you, wouldn't she,
when you were at Sara or Sydney's?

She tell you that she was on her
way, she was gonna come see you?

No, no. I never did that. How
about a couple weeks ago...

Penn Station, you
were getting a train?

I never called him
from Penn Station.

Is that right, Ben?

Huh?

It would've been right after
she killed Noah Preston.

What?

After Noah showed
up at her door,

she worried he might
blow the whistle on you.

So we think she
visited him at his home,

and then she asked him
to drive her to Penn Station.

She sat in the backseat, because
you can never be too careful.

After she stabbed him,

she ran into the
station and called you,

played her little game with
you. Don't listen to them.

She had a right to be
worried about Noah.

He was fixated on you.

Even his designs, they
reminded people of your energy.

He was an imitator
of no consequence!

No, he was of every
consequence to you.

Jane Ward.

You were her last
fling as a single girl.

A month after this
photograph was taken,

she married her
fiancé, James Preston.

A few months later,

she gave birth to a son.

Noah.

Your son, Ben,

your creation,

whose every
design reflected you.

Noah would've carried the Laurette
style far into the 2 1st century.

Come on, Ben. Did she call
you from Penn Station, Ben?

Ben, don't.

You... You... bitch!

You killed him... my future!

I'm carrying your future!

That? I don't know what that is.

But this was real. He was real.

Yes, she called
me from the station.

She said she had a ticket
for the 12:00 train to Boston.

You filthy egomaniac!

Don't you get it? He
would've ruined everything!

You would have
lost the commission!

He would have won... my son!

A Laurette would have won!

Meredith Breen, you're under
arrest for murder. Let's be careful.

Mr. Laurette,

you're gonna have to come
downtown and make a statement.

Please.

For a guy who likes chaos,
he's about to get it in spades.

Well, buildings may crumble,

but infamy's forever.