DET. S'1I'RGis: Everyone ready? Okay. First of all, we've got you on videotape, trying to shoot insulin intoMR. JONES: Wrong. I told you what that was about. I was just trying to see what Cindy was up to.
DET. SrvRGts: Like I said, we've got you on videotape, trying to shoot insulin into your daughter's intravenous line.
Plus video logs of the cameras at the entrance to Western Pediatric Medical Center confirming that you didn't enter the hospital through the front door. One of the keys on your ring has been identified as a hospital master. You probably used it to sneaa: in through theMR.
TOKARlK: I objMR. JONES: Tony.
MR. TOKARIK: I request a brief conference with myMR. JONES: Cut it out, Tony. I'm not one of your idiot sociopaths. Go on with your fairy tale, Detective. And you're right, I did use one of Dad's keys.
So what? Whenever I go to that place I avoid the front door. I try to be inconspicuous. Is discretion an egregious felony?
DET. SrvRGIS: Let's go on. You bought two cups of coffee from a
hospital machine, then took the stairs up to the fifth floor. We've got you on video up there too. Out in the hall where Five East meets Chappell Ward, carrying the coffee and looking through a crack in the door. What it looks like to me is you're waiting until the nurse on duty goes into a back room. Then you go into room 505 West where you stay for fifty-five minutes until I come in and find you jabbing that needle into your daughter's I.V line. We're going to show you all those videotapes now, okay?
MR. JONES: Seems eminently superfluous, but suit yourself DET.
S'rURGIS: Action, camera.
Tape off: 8:zz P.M. Tape on: 9:Io P.M. DET. S'rURGIS: Okay. Any comments?
MR. JONES: Godard it's not.
DET. S'rrIRGIS: No? I thought it had a lot of ier'~te MR. JONES: Are you a fan of cinima ver'ite, Detective?
DET. S'rURGIs: Not really, Mr. Jones. Too much like work.
MR. JONES: Hah, I like that.
MR. TOKARiK: Is that it? That's your evidence, in toto?
DET. SrvRGIS: In toto? Hardly. Okay, so now we've got you jabbing that needleMR. JONES: I told you what that was about-I was testing it.
Checking the I.V inlet to see if Cindy'd already injected Cassie.
DET. STURGIS: Why?
MR. JONES: Why? To protect my child!
DET. S'rURGIS: Why did you suspect your wife of harming Cassie?
MR. JONES: Circumstances. The data at hand.
DET. SrvRGIs: The data.
MR. JONES: Exactly.
DET. SruRGIS: Want to tell me more about the data?
MR. JONES: Her personality-things I noticed. She'd been acting strange elusive. And Cassie always seemed to fall ill after she'd spent time with her mother.
DET. SrvRGIS: Okay... We've also got a puncture wound in the fleshy part of Cassie's armpit.
MR. JONES: No doubt you do, but I didn't put it there.
DET. S'rURGIS: Aha... what about the Valium you put in your wife's coffee?
