'In the criminal justice system'
'sexually based offences are considered especially heinous.
'In New York City, the detectives who investigate these vicious felonies
'are members of an elite squad known as the Special Victims Unit.
'These are their stories.'
- How are you tonight, Mrs Johnson? - I think I've got the AIDS again.
Oh, that and I've had a heart attack.
- And the Ebola? - Your pills cleared that all up.
OK. Let's take a look at you.
See what their problem is.
Happily.
Hey! This is a hospital!
Dr Lakh!
- Crime scene information? - She was dumped on the street.
School ID's Theresa Burgess. She's from Queens. This backpack is hers.
Pretty girl.
Until someone did this to her.
- I'm Dr Lakh. I was on when she came in. - What happened to her?
A vicious attack. Double puncture wounds.
Neat little set of two. Maybe a claw hammer.
- Will she pull through? - I stitched over 30 wounds.
Face, breasts, genitals. The wounds will heal.
But?
An apparent amphetamine overdose worries me more. Damage is severe.
The respirator's doing her breathing for her.
There's something else.
- She was raped with a wooden object. - What's that?
Splinters.
Her name's Theresa Burgess. She's 16. A model. This is her portfolio.
Want to fill us in?
She was dumped outside Roosevelt Emergency Room at 3.33am.
E&T saw a late-model sports utility vehicle, dark red or black.
The vic was repeatedly stabbed with a claw hammer
and raped with a wooden object. She is at present in a coma.
Prescription amphetamines were found in her knapsack,
consistent with her overdose symptoms. A rape kit is at the lab.
- It's someone who knows her. - Sure. Tell us who, we'll go home.
Face, breasts, genitals. That says, 'Bitch, I'm going to erase you.'
He drops her off at the ER. Classic signs of remorse and familiarity.
Some loser could have fantasised a relationship with her.
Like Mark David Chapman with John Lennon.
Her picture is everywhere.
I spent a lunch hour staring at her billboard for a conditioning rinse.
Felt like I had a relationship with her.
Her last appointment was a photo shoot at 27th Street.
Uniform's got the names of 12 others that were at that shoot.
- Where's the family? - Mother's upstate.
Father was at home in Queens at the time.
- While his kid was out at 3am? - Tell me about it.
- He's with her now. - Be sympathetic but not too.
You guys, take statements from the models.
- Anybody in court? - Yeah. Me. Comic-book guy.
Ah. Jeffries vs Rape Man. That's equal to Godzilla vs Megalon.
- My money's on Jeffries. - Thanks.
Mine, too. I'll double that bet.
Mr Burgess. Detective Benson. This is Detective Stabler.
- Who did this? - At this point an unknown assailant.
This city! It's a cesspool.
- These things can happen everywhere. - Especially at night, with a minor.
- Jazmin was old for her age. - Jazmin? Isn't her name Theresa?
We changed it. It's a trademark.
Trademark? Like Jewel or Cher?
Sounds kind of silly, doesn't it?
But we had big plans together.
When did you last see her?
I dropped her off at the shoot around six o'clock.
And then what?
They don't like parents hanging around.
I should've called. I was worried sick.
But I didn't want to seem like a troublemaker.
Your daughter's missing at 3am and you worry about being a troublemaker?
I know how foolish that sounds.
My beautiful daughter. She wanted to become something.
And I would do anything for her.
Her agent said I shouldn't worry. And I trusted her.
- Who is this agent? - Nina Laszlo.
- How's Jazmin doing? - Not well.
If this could happen to her it could happen to anyone.
Everyone loved her.
The past tense is a bit premature.
All of my girls are afraid to go out.
Bad for business. You were her chaperone Monday night?
Her chaperone? I handle over 150 models.
- All of them minors? - I don't fire them on their 18th birthdays.
Was Jazmin the lead?
Yes. But there were eight other girls on the shoot.
- I went to the set and then left. - What time was that?
About 10:00.
The doctor said Jazmin was using amphetamines.
- Oh? - Do you know anything about that?
- No. - Who was in charge after you left?
In charge in what sense?
You had underage models working after midnight. Who was in charge?
I suppose the photographer, Carlo Parisi.
- Are we boring you? - A little. Yes.
This is a huge, huge business, Detective.
The girls will do whatever it takes to get where they want to be.
- That include Roosevelt Hospital? - Please.
- Miss Laszlo? - What?
- What kind of car do you drive? - An Acura. White. Why?
Just asking.
- Try to look alive. - Carlo Parisi?
- Not now! - Carlo Parisi!
Just stay there.
Who are you?
Detective Benson. Detective Stabler. You photographed Jazmin on Monday.
We need to account for her comings and goings.
Good luck.
Let's start again. You need to account for her.
All right. Her father dropped her off at around 6:00, I think.
We got going around midnight and wrapped around 3:00 or 4:00.
- When did Jazmin leave? - I don't remember.
When I'm shooting, I go right-brained. Time slips away.
Did she have a friend or somebody that kept tabs on her whereabouts?
On set, there's so much energy you're wired. It's all a blur after a while.
- Adrenalin or methedrine? - Come on. I run a clean set.
Been off everything stronger than cappuccino for 17 months, four days.
How about the girls?
This is Giuliani New York. I thought you guys won the drug war, eh?
- What kind of car do you drive? - A Porsche Boxster.
Now, if you'll excuse me...
- We'll excuse you. - Thank you.
Pardon me. You look familiar to me.
I modelled when I was younger.
You testified against Ricky Blaine, didn't you?
Good memory. A lot of girls testified against the Measuring Man.
Who's that?
Skank. A guy who posed as a modelling scout to get girls' measurements.
- Got their confidence and then... - Sexual assault?
- He did it for years. - Nobody turned him in?
He threatened them. If they told, they'd never work.
Where are the parents, the managers?
You see creeps like him every day.
Finally they got him. He's doing time.
Not any more. He just got out.
They sent me a postcard. 20 cents for victims' rights.
Ricky Blaine!
- We'll take this hammer. - It belongs to the shop.
They'll have to take it out of your pay.
- Look, I'm clean, I'm employed... - And you rough up pretty women.
- That was years ago. - Old habits die hard.
You measure 'em, get to know'em, beat the crap out of 'em.
Call my PO. I haven't touched a piece of tape in years.
We did just that. You were late for your Monday check-in.
He said next time you are tardy, you'll spend time in the catacombs.
Monday night?
This is about that creamy-complected little sweetie who got attacked.
- I saw it in Women's Wear Daily. - Did you know her?
Her K-mart underwear ads were primo monkey-spank fuel.
Great. Where were you Monday night?
Watching football at the halfway house.
- Who was playing? - Jets and Steelers.
Try again. Cowboys, 49ers.
We must have been talking. You have great bone structure.
34, 25, 36.
What are you, A-cup?
I still know people in the business. I could make a couple of calls for...
- Argh! - OK, let's empty your pockets.
If we find a measuring tape, we'll take you in on parole violation.
- I was trying to help. - You were trying to measure me.
Do yourself a favour. Stay home and watch football.
After spending a day with beautiful women, we got some information.
Give it up.
Jazmin was booted out at midnight for failing a weigh-in.
- A weigh-in? - Like a prize fight.
Carlo weighs all the models there. If they don't make the grade, they don't work.
Jazmin was 5'7' and weighed 110lbs, so he kicked her out.
- 110lbs is too heavy? - They told her to lose 8lbs.
She made some weepy phone calls then went to Carlo's private office.
Why?
She came out insulting his parentage so he told her to pack it in.
- Any drugs at the shoot? - The girls said not.
- Which means they're all using. - Any girls close to Jazmin?
She left with a girlfriend, Vanessa Wong. We're looking for her.
- Girlfriend how? - They're not KD Lang fans.
- Have you got an address? - Here.
We want to know what drugs she's on, whether she's sexually active.
Girlfriends have no secrets.
Sounds like a song.
Hey! Lennie Briscoe! What are you doing here?
We heard there was good dim sum here. Eddie Green.
- My partner, Olivia Benson. - How you doing?
What are you doing here?
Rape and assault. We want to see Jazmin Burgess's friend.
Vanessa Wong? You missed her.
She was pulled out of a dumpster this morning.
- Claw hammer. Early AM. - Yeah. What, you've read my notes?
No. You've read ours.
- Catch a big break on the case? - Your vic was our star witness.
All right, guys, here we go.
- What's up for school today? - We have a test.
- Is that all you're gonna eat? - Mm-hm.
It's a school day. I think you need more than that.
No, I really don't want... Dad!
That's all saturated fat and I'm not gonna eat it.
Just push it around with your fork.
Elliot?
Guys. Don't talk about me. I'm right here.
How long's that been going on?
- The anorexic routine? Weeks. - Great.
- If you came home... - I do my best.
I know, but I can't do it all alone.
She listens to you.
All right. I'll come home, I promise.
Hey. Your breakfast is getting cold.
Thanks for telling me.
Maureen, what do you say we talk about food? You know, nutrition.
No.
- Hey, Uncle Lennie. - Ken! Say hi to Eddie Green.
Cool it with the Uncle Lennie stuff around the station.
- What shall I call you? - Save it for family court.
- Call me Briscoe. - What will you call me?
Briscoe.
- Hey! Lennie! - Just like a nightmare.
Lennie Briscoe, Eddie Green from the 2-7.
- I thought I'd put'em to work. - We already did your work for you.
We found your witness. She was dead.
Same time, same weapon as our rape vic. They were friends.
What have you got on her?
PCR typing won't be in until next week.
Rape kit came back positive for oral contact. Benzedrine in her system.
Bennie abusers are paranoid. They don't sleep.
I caught a speed freak once. DOA.
So many booby traps, he blew himself through the bathroom door.
We had to make a bomb-squad pile, coroner's pile and a whatever pile.
- That's great. - OK.
So, Jazmin stays on set until some time between 12:00 and 1:00,
when she leaves with Vanessa Wong.
Next we know, at 3:30 she's dumped in front of the emergency room.
- The friend was found where? - Two blocks from the hospital.
- Did the Measuring Man know her? - He really was watching football.
He just enjoys the halftime show better.
- What about the star-stalker angle? - The second girl's not as famous.
- I still say it's an acquaintance. - Any names?
We got call records to see where she was for those two hours.
At 12:20 she called her mother. We'll be talking to her.
Four times between 12:34 and 1:02 she called an apartment.
It's owned by a Hampton Trill.
Hampton Trill? He would be involved.
- You know him? - From his novels.
Brat-packy poseur, was published when he was 19.
Thinks he's the Émile Zola of pre-millennial Manhattan.
Go talk to him, then. OK? You guys talk to the mom. Lennie?
Let's talk.
- Mrs Burgess? - I'm Sue Burgess. Theresa's mother.
Detective Benson. Detective Stabler. How is she?
All we can do is pray at this point.
She called you the night this happened. What did you talk about?
Theresa was crying. This photographer, Parisi,
said some really mean things to her.
She wanted out of the business. I said she could come home any time.
When did you and Mr Burgess separate?
Right before Thanksgiving of 1997.
It all started when Theresa was 13 and she won $700 in a contest.
Tom decided Theresa was his ticket up.
He said her name was changed to Jazmin.
Theresa is her Christian name.
That Jazmin business was all Tom's idea.
Everything that happened is his fault.
- What do you mean by that? - He got custody.
When he's taking her to these contests and not working in any job,
I have to work days at a glassware plant and nights at a Wal-Mart.
The courts say I'm unfit because I'm not home enough.
- I'm sorry. - That broke up our home.
Detective Jeffries, you testified that you found evidence
to charge the father with rape,
even though the assault was committed by his 13-year-old son.
That is correct.
While the father, who had never met the victim, was at work.
So, how does that work?
That a man who never meets a victim,
isn't there when the act is committed, and yet is responsible?
We found evidence that the son was being raised in an atmosphere
that condoned rape.
Oh, so you did.
You searched his house. Did you find Playboy?
Penthouse? Hustler magazine? X-rated video tapes?
- No, we did not. - You found comic books.
Yes.
You found comic books.
No further questions.
Redirect, Your Honour.
Do you recognise this comic book?
Yes. It's called Rape Man. It was seized from the defendant's home.
Rape Man? And what kind of stories are you likely to read in this...
Rape Man?
It's about the adventures of a high-school boy
who by night is a masked superhero.
He settles scores with women by raping them.
But it's in Japanese.
It's clear from the imagery what's going on.
The stories end with pictures of women being beaten and raped
by the... hero.
And from these stories, you charged the father with accessory to rape?
These comic books?
Yes, ma'am.
- Excuse the mess. - It's what I'd expect.
- Did you know Jazmin Burgess? - Sure. We had lunch a few times.
She called here four times the night she was attacked.
I didn't answer the phone. There were 200 people at this party.
- What kind of party? - You know.
Where the literati and glitterati size each other up
over cosmopolitans and sashimi. It was for my new novel.
Benetton Requiem? I read the review in The Times. Did Jazmin show up?
Er, yeah. Yeah. Pretty late.
She was a mess. I was more of a mess. She didn't stay long.
I never read reviews but that reviewer's had it in for me
since she decided one of my characters was based on her.
The book reviewer in Manhattan Siesta? No resemblance.
It's, er, Manhattan Sonata.
Siesta as in 'snooze fest'.
The question is how reviewers fail to notice your theft of Joan Didion.
- Joan Didion is a close friend. - The poor woman.
So, er,
maybe Jazmin comes to your party to score some crank.
- Is that a possibility? - Very possible.
I met her last spring. She had an appointment.
First floor two floors are doctors and shrinks.
Did you invite any of these doctors to the party?
They just show up.
If you have girls, you don't have to invite anybody.
Sex appeal's the best draw.
Call me if you think of anything else.
'No resemblance' because I failed to capture her
or 'no resemblance' because it was a different character?
Both.
OK, yeah, do it with the finger.
You naughty, naughty girl.
You naughty, naughty girls. Lovely. Now touch each other.
Detectives...
We need to talk to Carlo about Vanessa Wong.
- Why? What happened to Vanessa? - Someone killed her.
Oh, my God!
Hands up if you want a margarita.
- Carlo! - What are you doing?
Oh, great.
Don't sweat.
- What can I do for you? - Vanessa Wong was killed, Carlo.
Oh, bollocks. Not her, as well.
We found out Jazmin left because she failed your weigh-in.
Do you know why Wong went with her?
Jazmin was mad at me. Wong was her friend.
- They left. I didn't pay attention. - They went to score.
- Shut it. - Why else go to Hampton's party?
That's a detail you didn't mention, Carlo.
I didn't want to hurt Jazmin's family.
You'll keep them from knowing that, surely?
We'll be very discreet.
Here's our vic at 1:22am on her way to Mr Trendoid's party.
- Did she get the pills from him? - Probably.
The first two floors are doctors so one of them might be hers.
- We've got a list. - She had prescription bennies.
Let's find out who's writing these prescriptions. Thanks, guys.
Phen-fen, Phen-fen, Dex, Prozac, Meridia, Phen-fen.
Yeah. Dr Deke O'Connor. DBA Manhattan Nutrition Centre. He's your guy.
He's written prescriptions for just about every diet drug.
Any prescriptions to a Vanessa Wong or a Theresa Burgess?
- Can you give me a minute? - Sure.
It's Stabler. Run a name check.
A Dr O'Connor. First name Deke. D-E-K-E.
- 450. - 450 Hudson Place. I'll hold.
Yes, on both scores. I got a V Wong and a T Burgess.
They wouldn't happen to be narcoleptics?
- No. - No.
Dr O'Connor's been giving out speed like candy on Halloween.
That the only charge? Thanks a lot.
This same doctor was charged, not convicted, in '91 on an assault rap.
Beat the guy so badly he sent him to hospital.
And he's got a DUI from '94.
- Dr O'Connor is over there. - Thank you.
Dr O'Connor, I'd like to ask you a few questions.
I'm Dr Sullivan.
This is Dr O'Connor.
He was thrown from his motorcycle in 1997.
He's one of our patients.
We can rule him out for the assault charge.
Doc! Have you got a second?
Sure. I don't know what I can add.
I think you're on the right track.
The amphetamines, the starvation... These girls are ruining their lives.
Yeah. Money, power, respect...
Supermodels are the Greek goddesses of our time.
That's a bunch of crap. They're giving up their childhoods.
Both these girls came from poor backgrounds, broken families.
A lot of displacement, a lot of turmoil.
Let me ask you a question about the line between dieting and anorexia,
you know, for a girl who's not a model.
You're not looking for a diagnostic definition.
Anorexia is a way that a girl can assert control
in what can be a chaotic world.
One school of thought is that
these girls focus on the one area they can control, their bodies.
The more they are forced to eat,
the more satisfaction they gain by refusing.
- So, do you just ignore them? - No. Never.
If you see any warning signs, self-induced vomiting,
chronic headaches, use of laxitives, then get help immediately.
You sound like a warning label.
All you can do is watch. Carefully.
You can't always be your daughter's best friend.
Thanks, Doc. See you.
- Oh, you're home. - You're probably on her side.
You look healthy enough to me.
Have you eaten?
No. I was waiting till you got home.
Let's go to Scarentino's.
Bottle of chianti. Let's get out of here.
You can't make me eat Italian.
You're not invited. See you.
Mom!
We are currently at 6,000 prescriptions a day.
We're taking the whole thing public. Hello, IPO.
Whatever happened to the neighbourhood pharmacist?
No, no! We're computerised now. Huh?
Look, faster service, lower prices, fewer errors.
- It depends how you define error. - Hm?
You do a lot of business with Dr Deke O'Connor.
Yeah. Is that a problem?
If problem means he get meals intravenously
and dumps in a diaper, yes.
That's something a corner pharmacist may question.
Tell me what you want.
O'Connor's patient list.
There.
And do we really need the attitude?
Dozens of names, and yet the pills were mailed to the same address.
This didn't strike you as odd?
Well, I guess we need to upgrade our software.
Yeah.
What's up?
Narcotics said you crash-landed in a substance investigation
they've been cooking on since July.
We're only going after for the pills to get to the attacker.
You got pills, you tell Narcotics.
Narco scouts always want crappy possession busts.
We can't do that. Zero tolerance shuts witnesses up.
I'm not saying I disagree.
All the bogus prescriptions go to the same place.
Munch and Cassidy are there right now.
I can buy a couple of days. Narcotics love strategy meetings.
I'll schedule one with them and postpone it.
We need to see who rents box 732.
732.
Yeah. 732.
That'll be Bertrand Small.
620, West 14th.
That puts him in the Hudson River.
- Who picks up his mail? - Not a clue.
We've got 1,200 boxes. You get a key, it's got a box number on it.
As long as the key matches, account's paid, you get your mail.
We'll station an officer here till Mr 732 shows up.
- Mr 732. - Thanks a lot.
Close the door, please.
What's that? What is that?
I didn't know that was in the envelope. It was just a job.
Keep talking. Keep talking.
The more you lie, the easier it will be to make you on a murder charge.
I'm a courier. I get 100 bucks a week.
L-l-l-l didn't kill anybody.
- Who set this up? - My buddy used to do this run.
Then he landed the lead as Stonewall Jackson in this Civil War drama.
What do you do with the package once you pick it up?
I repackage it. The return address says Morgan Talent Management.
I deliver it to 7th and 36th.
- Laszlo's building. - Yep.
It's time to bring in Narcotics.
This morning you said they were boy scouts who intimidated witnesses.
That was before we uncovered Laszlo's little sideline business.
Intimidation's in order.
Intimidation. Well, you need to talk to Joey Poole.
Listen up, people! New York City Police Department. Raise your hands.
What the hell are you doing?
- You can't do this! - We just did.
Zoe, call Latham and Watkins now!
You won't want to ride with your employees.
How you transport me is not my concern.
Clarification is in order. The press is waiting for you out front.
They would love a photo of Nina Laszlo, drug dealer to the stars.
If you'll talk, we can go the back way in our car. It's up to you.
- Fine. - Good.
You're at the top of your game, got all the best talent,
make a lot of money. And still you mess around with this drug crap.
- It's not for profit. Obviously. - So it's a charity?
Speed keeps the girls in trim. It's like vitamins.
You know, you are so damn cavalier.
You raise a stink, you lose them to another agency.
Is that why Jazmin and Vanessa got attacked? They raised a fuss?
No.
Carlo Parisi had a private Polaroid collection.
Of himself with models.
Doing what?
- Do I have to spell it out for you? - Yes, you do.
Jazmin said he made her... Lewinsky him. For his collection.
Then he refused to use her on the shoot. She got pissed off.
- Did you see these masterpieces? - No.
Jazmin just told me she stole them. She stole all of them.
She said she'd use them to make sure he never worked again.
Do you know what she did with them?
The next thing I heard, she was in the emergency room.
You are looking at the fruits of four hours of dumpster diving
along 59th Street. Nine dumpsters in all.
The two of you went dumpster diving?
Hell, no, we supervised. I don't do disposable diapers.
- How's your day? - We're going to pick up Parisi,
the photographer, try to find his dirty pictures.
Hey, Lennie. I haven't eaten in an hour. These guys owe me lunch.
I owe him nothing. I'll supervise his doughnut withdrawal.
Take Cassidy and Munch with you. And bring me back some Bromo.
- Hey! I didn't invite you in! - Here's our invitation.
Start the kiddy-porn search. We'll ask some questions.
Why don't you ask who dresses him?
We know about your Polaroids and how badly you wanted them back.
I have thousands of Polaroids. I'm a photographer.
And Larry Flint's a publisher.
- You can't do that! - Uh, uh, uh.
Come here. Stand over here. Come on. Let's try this out.
Jazmin steals your dirty pictures. This is bad, I understand that.
It could ruin your career, land you in jail. So you find where she goes.
You talk with her. She's not going to give the photos back.
- Things get carried away. - All right. Go on.
You got your search warrant.
If you find anything like that, I'd love to see it.
- I bet you would. - I didn't murder anyone.
How about statutory rape? You made Jazmin sit for her oral exams.
- That's ridiculous! - Then a blood sample will clear you.
Blood sample?
There's a semen stain on Jazmin's dress. That wasn't yours?
That was a consensual act.
No, no, no. It's using power to hire and fire, to exact sexual favours
and pornographic photos from a minor.
Not consensual.
So, Mr Parisi, would you mind turning around, please?
- Guys, take Carlo down to the unit. - Let's go, handsome.
$41,000 for a party? That should be a crime.
No, no. Down in the corner.
- Deborah Latrell's signature. - So she does book-keeping.
This is their business licence. Both names are on it.
OK. Weird. Not kiddy porn.
OK, so where does he hide his dirty pictures?
Three choices. Under the bed, in back of the closet,
or amongst boring papers.
- I take it that's another guy thing? - Yeah.
Hello!
Hey, hey, hey. Look at that. Deborah Latrell was a knockout.
That's an engagement ring. That's an engagement party.
Why would you hide something like that?
Because he stood her up.
But she still co-owns the business.
So how does Jazmin hit Carlo where it hurts?
Show the Polaroids to his ex-fiancée, who is now his business partner.
Deborah, we have some problems with what you told us about Monday night.
'Jazmin Burgess and Vanessa Wong were at the book release party.'
- What's your problem with that? - How did you know?
- I guess they mentioned it. - Or you were there.
You went there looking for them. Trying to get Carlo's Polaroids back.
- I don't know what you mean. - Sure you do.
The girls have a blackmail file on Carlo, but won't play ball.
You call Carlo, he comes, things get out of hand.
Talk while we can still help you.
I've enjoyed about as much of your help as I can take.
Has she got the courage of her convictions?
You get anything off Parisi?
Lies, half-truths and a story about Cindy Crawford. How was Deborah?
Munch, do us a favour.
Get Parisi to sit in this chair.
- Suggest Deborah rolled on him. - Cute. The prisoner's dilemma.
- What's that? - Each thinks the other confessed.
I love this job. I'll get Parisi.
OK, we're pretty much done here. We have to fingerprint and book you.
- What? Why? - Stand. Thank you.
- What happened? - We have another witness.
- Here's your buddy. - Bastard!
- Couldn't keep your mouth shut! - You couldn't keep your pants zipped!
Deborah. We have his side of the story. We want to hear yours.
You know he was before I met him? Carl Parsley!
He photographed stereos for electronic store ads.
- Sit down. - And I fell for him.
I was big then, too. Cosmo, Glamour, Elle.
I'd say, 'You want me, you gotta hire Carlo.'
- You really gave him his start. - Yes. Beauty is power.
Until you lose it, then you're garbage, nobody gives a damn.
You wouldn't understand because you're still beautiful.
You don't know the doors that opens until they're slammed in your face.
- The Measuring Man. - Yeah.
But what happened after was worse.
People stop calling you. Friends shun you.
Nobody calls. But I still had Carlo. Least I thought I did.
So Jazmin and Vanessa found you where? At Trill's party?
- Yes. - And they had the photos with them?
She said she had them nearby.
I don't believe her. I don't believe Carlo would do that.
But you're curious enough to look, so what? You meet them in your car?
- Then they show you the photos? - Far worse than I feared.
There's a lot of girls. A lot of girls.
Beautiful women. Women I've known for years. Women that I trusted.
Betraying you with your fiancé.
I don't remember what happened after that.
This is your chance to tell us, Deborah.
She fails one weigh-in, and that little bitch takes away
the last shred of dignity that I have.
I was livid. I was cranked up on speed.
I reached below the seat just to take hold of it.
For security, that's why I carry it.
Hammer makes this awful cracking sound when it hits Jazmin's teeth.
And then there's this dead silence.
And then the Chinese girl started screaming.
I swung at her to shut up.
And then she just starts convulsing like this... like this epileptic.
Jazmin was sexually abused.
That was later. It was Carlo's idea.
- So you brought Carlo into this? - Yeah.
Because Carlo's very level-headed.
Carlo always knows what to do.
And the hammer... Carlo said it should look like rape.
It was horrible.
We took her to hospital. That dead girl, he did something with her.
I don't know... I stayed in the car.
Deborah. Why did you call him? After the photos, after the betrayal.
Don't you get it?
He was all I had.
But you can never turn back the clock, can you?
Hey, Munch, any word on Jazmin?
Yeah, hospital just called. She didn't make it.