Ted's initial account was of two intruders, repeated calls to police unanswered.
Police found two Middle Eastern men in the parking garage, and released them.
Police "lost" just the tape of emergency calls for the night in question, but have tapes for the nights before and after.
How could burglars enter without appearing on security tape?
The street cameras could be avoided by entering via the adjacent Hotel Hermitage.
The penthouse tapes were taken by police and not released.
Prosecutor Daniel Serdet said Ted was on drugs and said, "It was my own dark thoughts that did it."
Princess Grace Memorial Hospital tested Ted for drugs and alcohol and its results were negatif negatif negatif
When was the last time that you as an American--or anyone you know--used the phrase "my own dark thoughts"--?
But the penthouse was a fortress and Edmond had Mossad-trained guards--
The burglar alarm was disconnected July 1, 1999, and Lily sent the entire security team away.
But the doors were armored with 3mm manganese plate and locked--
Locksmiths said the doors were not locked (akin to the BATF that "broke out of plummeting elevators at Murrah")--
But Ted "set" the fire with the wastebasket/scented candle under the smoke detector--
Or not: the first alarm went in at 4:54, then Ted was rushed to the hospital for a hundred staples and numerous transfusions--
And the major conflagration occurred at six, an hour later.
The police allowed three hours from the first alarm to their "discovery" of Edmond and Vivian--
(4:54 a.m. to 7:45 a.m.)--why? Afraid of armed intruders? They stayed outside for three hours?
Oh, the door was locked--but, Lily was there continuously with the key--
And there was the crack antiterror unit--
No, there was an order from the police commander that no one enters, not even if the Prince orders it.
The police impede the entry of Samuel Cohen the security chief--they put him in handcuffs--
Cohen said if he'd been allowed to enter he could have saved Edmond and Vivian--
Apparently the police did not want that--
Why would Lily go to the expense of paying off Sonia, her agent who pencilled in Ted and Vivian at the last minute?
Why would Lily go to the expense of paying off Vivian's husband--if not to avoid an insurance investigation?
How is it that the deaths occurred the day the couple's Monagasque citizenship was finalized, the day the sale of Edmond's Republic to HSBC was finalized?
Why kidnap Ted's wife and threaten the couple's children, and why keep waking Ted every twenty minutes?
Three years for a so-called slam-dunk?
After Ted's original three-day interrogation restrained at four points, catheterized, sleep-deprived, he's seen by the visiting U.S. Consul:
Bruising of the face, bruising of the occipital region, bruising of the toes--
Why use torture, threats and sleep deprivation for a slam-dunk?
Monaco, your court gives kangaroos a bad name.
Monaco:.......please,......no room # '101'........techniques.
Please,.........MERCY!
Amen,........More Grace and MERCY,.......In Jesus' Precious Name, Amen!!!
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Philip Delves Broughton, in Monaco for the trial of Ted Maher, finds that the principality is a rotten little retirement home for fat cats It was bucketing down in Monte Carlo and the casino was empty. Croupiers sat forlornly at the tables in the gilded Salle dEurope and in the large private rooms at the back, overlooking a sheer drop to the Mediterranean. Several of them were horsing around with the sticks they use to gather in chips. The restaurant tablecloths were starched and laid with silver, but the waiters had no one to serve. A few old birds in dodgy leather jackets pulled away at the one-armed bandits.
In the bar at the Hôtel de Paris, I ordered a drink and listened to the pianist play Strangers in the Night. The only others there were a Japanese couple, he in a dinner jacket, she in a sparkling gown, who sat edgily in their chairs like guests who had overdressed for a party. Earlier that evening, Dominick Dunne, Vanity Fairs aged society scribe, had sat in one corner drinking a Coke. He was in town for the trial of Edmond Safras nurse, Ted Maher. In court, Dunne sat up with the defence lawyers, though his studiously superior image came undone when he wandered through the courtroom on the second day of the trial with his shirt poking out of his flies.
He, though, is the reason why the rest of us reporters were there. Dunne has written at length about the Safra case Maher has been charged with arson resulting in his bosss death ratcheting it up into the Rivieras answer to the O.J. trial. The ladies with whom he lunches on Madison Avenue want answers.
Safra was a Syrian-born private banker who made billions finding devious and discreet ways to handle Middle Eastern fortunes. Not long before he died, he tipped off the FBI to Russian money-laundering through Wall Street banks. He also sold his bank, the Republic Bank of New York, to HSBC for about £6 billion. After Prince Rainier, he was probably the most powerful man in Monaco.
He had a controversial wife, Lily, who had been married three times, to her considerable financial advantage, before she married Safra in 1976. From Dunne you get the sense that certain people are just desperate for her to be linked in some dark way with her husbands death. She is petite, with the kind of joyless eyes you see in people who go to too many benefit evenings.
But the real villain so far has turned out to be Monaco itself. It has come across as a rotten little retirement home, with all the glamour of hernia pants. You have never seen so many sad-looking billionaires. It is hard to foul up a series of rocky inlets along the Mediterranean, but Monaco has managed it, becoming a rich mans Benidorm, with tower blocks crowding down to the sea. Even at night, with the lights on, its an eyesore. In Monaco surveillance cameras scan the streets and policemen are everywhere. When you check into your hotel, your passport is photocopied and filed; same at the casino.
Ted Maher got up on the second day of his trial and told the court that he had barely slept the night before. His guard, he said, had come by every 40 minutes to shine a torch in his face. His possessions had been rifled through the day before. One of his lawyers told me, There are lots of people who want to see him shaky on the stand. Maher has already spent three years in prison waiting for Monacos legal system, which must either be shambolic or corrupt, to get its act together.
Journalists, businessmen and lawyers working in Monaco have complained for years that their telephones are tapped. The government grants and rescinds Monacos precious residency papers based on loyalty to its way of doing things. This has not stopped a new influx of Brits, who prefer Monaco to the rainy Channel Islands or the distant Caymans. Le Monde reported recently that the principality is encouraging British newcomers after its experience with men such as the Barclay brothers, who own the Ritz, the corporate raider Philip Green and the racehorse owner Michael Tabor.
Provided you can show a few hundred million in cash or equivalents, there are banks such as HSBC Republic to help you with the complicated citizenship procedures in Monaco. The British are now the third most numerous residents of Monaco, after the French and Italians. Monaco likes the British because, unlike the Russians, they seem clean and the principality wants to shed its image as the worlds money laundry. It flipped out over recent French government reports that called its banking system corrupt. It wants to be more like Luxembourg and less like Macao.
During his 53-year rule, Prince Rainier, 79, has turned Monaco into a tremendous earner for his family, who are reputedly richer than the Windsors. There is a National Council, elected by Monacos 30,000 citizens, but the Prince calls the shots. Worryingly for his subjects, he has been in hospital twice this year, and his son Albert looks woefully ill-equipped to succeed him.
Albert likes his Grand Prix, his tennis tournaments, supermodels and luxury-goods launch parties. At 44, he is yet to marry or provide an heir. Earlier this year, Rainier took out an insurance policy by changing the constitution to allow his daughters and their children to succeed Albert if he dies childless.
Rainiers eldest daughter, Caroline, is the most presentable member of the family. Her two teenage children are already French paparazzi favourites. Her weak point is her third husband, Prince Ernst August of Hanover, a belligerent German aristocrat who was caught peeing against the Turkish pavilion at Expo 2000 in Hanover, prompting apologies from the German government to the Turks.
Then there is Stephanie, who has let her looks go from sexy Euro wild child to overworked welfare mum. For the past two years, she has shared a caravan with a circus elephant-trainer. But she left him this spring, moved back into the palace and started an affair with yet another of her bodyguards.
The Grimaldis family problems, however, are nothing compared with the damage to Monacos reputation done by the Safra trial. The police and fire services had nearly two hours to rescue Safra as fire crept through his flat. They bundled away his personal secretary, who was the only man with the keys to the flat, because he was carrying a gun. By the time they got to Safra, he was dead from smoke inhalation.
Georges Kiejeman, Lily Safras lawyer and formerly François Mitterrands, has been harrumphing and arguing against the judge in Monaco as if he cannot believe the travesty of justice unfolding before him.
Everyone involved thinks that Monaco is suppressing the truth because Monaco knows that it is nothing if not a place where rich old men can live safely in their penthouse flats. Otherwise, it is not just, as Somerset Maugham said, a sunny place for shady people, but an ugly, lifeless and dangerous one, too.