Law & Order: Special Victims Unit (1999–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - ...Or Just Look Like One - full transcript

In the criminal justice system,
sexually-based offenses

are considered
especially heinous.

In New York City, the
dedicated 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 got
the AIDS again.
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, that and I
had a heart attack.

And the Ebola?

Your pills cleared that all up.



Okay, come on, let's
take a look at you.

- Okay.
- (horn blaring)

See what their problem is.

Happily.

Hey, this is a hospital!

Dr. Lakh!

- Crime scene information?
- She was dumped on the street
outside the hospital.

Name on the school
ID is Theresa Burgess.

She's from Queens.
This little backpack is hers.

Pretty girl.

Yeah, until someone
did this to her.

Hi. 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.

Is she going to pull through?

I stitched over 30
separate wounds

before I stopped counting...
Face, breasts, genitals.

The puncture wounds will heal.

But...?

An apparent amphetamine
overdose worries me more.

CNS 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.

(theme music plays)

Her name is Theresa Burgess.

She's 16 years old, a model.

This is her portfolio.
You guys want to fill us in?

Yeah, she was dumped outside of
Roosevelt Emergency Room at about 3:33 a.m.

The EMT saw a late-model

sports utility vehicle,
dark red or black.

The vic was repeatedly stabbed

with what we think
is a claw hammer,

and raped with a wooden object.

She is at present in a coma.

Prescription amphetamines
were found in her knapsack,

which is consistent with the
overdose symptoms she suffered.

Bloodwork and a
rape kit are at the lab.

- It's someone who knows her.
- Munch: Sure it is.

Now if you could give us his name
and address, we can go home early.

Face, breast, genitals? That
says, "Bitch, I'm going to erase you."

Then the attacker decides
to drop her off at the ER.

It's the classic signs of
"remorse and familiarity."

Could be one-way familiarity...

Some loser fantasizes
a relationship with her.

Like Mark David Chapman thought
he had a relationship with John Lennon.

- That chick's
picture is everywhere.
- Munch: Tell me about it.

I spent my lunch hour the other
day gazing across the street at her.

Three stories high on a
billboard for conditioning rinse.

Felt like I had a
relationship with her.

According to her
daybook, last appointment

was a photo shoot at
Seventh Ave. and 27th Street.

Uniforms got the names of 12
others that were at that shoot.

- Where's the family on this?
- The mother lives upstate. Hasn't returned our messages.

Father said he was at
home in Queens at the time.

While his 16-year-old daughter was out
roaming the streets at 3:00 in the morning?

Tell me about it. He's now at
the hospital with his daughter.

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."

Well, my money's on Jeffries.

- Thanks.
- Mine, too. I'll double that bet.

Mr. Burgess?

Detective Benson.
This is Detective Stabler.

- Who do you think did this?
- At this point,
an unknown assailant.

Ha... This city.
It's a cesspool.

Unfortunately these things
can happen everywhere.

Especially late at
night with a minor.

Jazmin was always
old for her age.

"Jazmin"? I thought
her name was "Theresa."

We changed it. It's a trademark.

Trademark? Kind of
like "Jewel" or "Cher"?

Sounds kind of
silly now, doesn't it?

But we had big plans together.

When was the last
time you saw her?

I dropped her off at
the shoot around 6:00.

And then what?

They really don't like
parents hanging around.

I should have called.
I was worried sick.

But I didn't want to
seem like a troublemaker.

You wonder where your
daughter is at 3:00 in the morning,

you're worried about
being a troublemaker?

Don't you think I know now
how foolish that sounds?

My beautiful daughter.

I mean, 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,
this could happen to anyone.

Everyone loved her.

The past tense is a bit
premature, Miss Laszlo.

I'm sorry. All of my
girls are afraid to go out.

Bad for business. Her father said
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 set, everything
looked "copacetic," so I left.

- And what time was that?
- About 10:00.

The doctor said that Jazmin
was using amphetamines.

- Oh?
- Yeah, oh.

- Do you know
anything about that?
- No.

Benson: Well, who was
in charge after you left?

In charge? In what sense?

In the sense that you had underage
models working after midnight.

So, who was in charge?

I suppose the
photographer, Carlo Parisi.

Are we boring you, Miss Laszlo?

A little. Yes.

This is a huge, huge
business, Detective.

My job is to
represent these girls,

who will do whatever it takes
to get where they want to be.

That includes the emergency
room at Roosevelt Hospital?

Please.

- Uh, Miss Laszlo?
- What?

- What kind
of car do you drive?
- An Acura. White.

- Why?
- Just asking.

- Try to look alive.
- Stabler: Carlo Parisi?

- Not now!
- Carlo Parisi!

Just stay there.

- Who are you?
- This is Detective Benson,
I'm Detective Stabler.

You photographed
Jazmin Monday night?

- Yeah.
- Yeah. We need to account
for her comings and goings.

- Good luck. Ha.
- Let's start again, Carlo.

You need to account for her.

All right.

Her father dropped her off for
hair and make-up at around 6:00.

I think. I was
setting up lights.

We got going around midnight

and wrapped around 3:00 or 4:00.

- What time did Jazmin leave?
- I don't remember.

And I finished with her early,

but when I'm shooting
I go all, you know,

"right brain"... The
time just slips away.

Did she have a friend

or somebody that may have
kept tabs on her whereabouts?

On the set there's so
much energy, you're wired.

It's all a blur after a while.

Adrenaline or methadrine?

Oh now, come on,
I run a clean set.

I've 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?

Carlo, what kind
of car do you drive?

Porsche Boxster.

Now, if you'll excuse me?

- We'll excuse you.
- Thank you.

- You're welcome.
- Pardon me.

You look familiar to me.

I did some modeling
when I was younger.

The Ricky Blaine case. You testified
against Ricky Blaine, didn't you?

You have a pretty good memory.

A lot of girls testified
against "The Measuring Man."

- Who's that?
- Skank.

This guy who would
pose as a modeling scout

and tell little girls he
needed their measurements.

He'd get their confidence
force himself on them and...

- Sexual assaults?
- He did it for years.

Nobody ever turned him in?

He would threaten the victims.
If they told they'd never work.

Where are the
parents, the managers?

He's not that different from the
creeps you deal with every day.

Finally they made
a case against him.

- He's doing time at Creedmore.
- Not anymore.

He just got out a
couple of weeks ago.

They sent me
this little postcard.

"20¢ for victims' rights."

(whistles) Ricky Blaine.

We'll take this hammer.
Belongs to the shop.

They'll have to take
it out of your pay.

Hey, this isn't fair, I'm
clean, I'm employed.

And you have a nasty habit
of roughing up pretty women.

- That was years ago.
- Old habits die hard, Ricky.

You measure them,
you get to know them,

beat the crap out of them.

Call my P.O.

I haven't touched a
piece of tape in years.

You know something,
Measuring Man?

We did just that
and he said you were

half an hour late for your
Monday night check-in.

He also said next
time you are tardy,

you're going to spend a
little time in the "catacombs."

- Monday night, right?
- Mm-hmm.

This is about that creamy-complected
little sweetie who got attacked.

Yeah, I saw it in
"Women's Wear Daily."

- Did you know her?
- Sure.

Her K-Mart underwear ads
were primo "monkey-spank" fuel.

Great. Where were
you Monday night?

We were watching football
at the halfway house.

Really? Who was playing?

- Jets and Steelers.
- Try again.

Cowboys, 49ers.

We must have been
talking during the game.

You know, you have
great bone structure?

34-25-36.

What are you, "A" cup?

I still know people
in the business.

If you'd like I could make
a couple of calls for...

Okay, Ricky, let's
empty your pockets.

And if we find a
measuring tape in there,

We're going to take you
in on a parole violation.

I was only trying to help.

I think you were trying
to measure me, huh?

Do yourself a favor. Stay
home and watch football.

In addition to spending the
day among beautiful women,

we came up with
marginally useful information.

- All right. Give it up.
- Your vic, Jazmin, was booted
from a photo shoot

around midnight for
failing, get this, a weigh-in.

A weigh-in? Yeah,
like at a prizefight.

This photographer, Carlo, weighs
the models in front of each other.

If they don't make the
grade, they don't work.

Jazmin was 5'7", weighed 110
pounds, so he kicked her out.

110 pounds is too heavy?

He told her to come back
when she had lost eight pounds.

She hung around for a while,
making weepy phone calls,

then went to the
photographer's private office.

Stabler: Why?

Apparently arguing for her
job. When they came out,

she was crying and insulting his
parentage so he told her to pack it in.

Any drugs at this shoot?

None of the girls
remember seeing any.

- Which means they're all using.
- Any girls close to Jazmin?

Cassidy: They said that
she left with a girlfriend

named Vanessa Wong, another
model. Still looking for her.

Stabler: Girlfriend, how?

They're not "k.d. lang
fans," if that's what you mean.

You guys got an address
on her? Right here.

You want to know
what drugs she's taking

and whether she's
sexually active?

This girl's going to know
because girlfriends have no secrets.

Sounds like a song.

Hey, Lennie Briscoe, what
the hell are you doing here?

We heard there was
good Dim Sum down here.

Say hi to my
partner, Eddie Green.

My partner, Olivia
Benson. How are you doing?

What are you two doing here?
Benson: Rape and assault.

A model named Jazmin Burgess.
We're here to interview the best friend.

Vanessa Wong? You missed her.

She was pulled out of a dumpster
this morning. We notified the mother.

Claw hammer? Early a.m.?

Yeah. Have you been
reading my notes?

No, but you've
been reading ours.

- You catch
a big break on the case?
- Oh, yeah. Your vic.

She was going to
be our star witness.

All right, guys, here we
go. Hey, what's that, a snort?

(all talking)

Kathy: All right, what's
up for school today, guys?

Daughter: We have a test today.

Is that all you're going
to eat? Plain yogurt?

Uh-huh.

You know something?
It's a school day.

- You need more than that.
- No, Dad, I really don't...

Dad...

That's all saturated fat.
I'm not going to eat it.

Humor the old man, and just
push it around with your fork, okay?

Elliot...?

Guys, you don't have to
talk about me. I'm right here.

How long has that been going on?

The little anorexic-
in-training routine? Yeah.

Weeks. Weeks? That's great.

It'd be great if you could
come home. I do the best I can.

I know the caseload,
but I can't do it alone.

She listens to you.

All right. I'll come
home, I promise.

Hey. What?

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, good to see you.
Say hi to Eddie Green.

Hey.

Listen, cool it with the "Uncle
Lennie" stuff around the stationhouse.

What do you want me to call you?

Why don't you guys save
this for "Family Court"?

Just call me "Briscoe."

What are you going to call me?

"Briscoe."

- Hey, Lennie.
- It's like a nightmare.

Lennie Briscoe, Eddie
Green from the 27.

I found them lounging
around the stationhouse.

Thought I might
put them to work.

We already did your work for
you. We found your witness.

The only trouble is,
she was already dead.

Same time, same weapon as our
rape vic. They were best of friends.

What have you got on her?

PCR typing won't
be in until next week.

Rape kit came back
positive for oral contact

and huge amounts of Benzedrine
were found in her system.

Bennie abusers are always
paranoid, and they got a lot of time

on their hands because
they never sleep.

Munch: I caught a
speed freak once... DOA.

He had so many half-cocked
booby-traps around his apartment,

he tripped on one, blew himself
through the bathroom door.

We had to make three piles...

Bomb Squad pile,

Coroner's pile, and
a "whatever" pile.

That's great. Okay.

So, Jazmin stays on set

until sometime
between 12:00 and 1:00,

when she leaves
with Vanessa Wong.

Next thing we
know, it's 3:33 a.m.

and she is dumped out of a car

and found in front of
the emergency room.

And the best friend
is found where?

Two blocks from the
hospital. Dump job.

- Did "Measuring Man" know them?
- We checked. He really was
watching football.

He just enjoys the
halftime show a little better.

What about the
star stalker angle?

I don't buy it. The second
girl's not as famous.

I still say it's an
acquaintance.

Are we closer to putting a
name on that acquaintance?

We've got call records
from the vic's cell phone,

trying to figure out where
she was for two missing hours.

At 12:20, She called her
mother up in Schenectady.

We'll be talking to
her. She got into town.

Four times between
12:34 and 1:02

she called an apartment
on the Upper East Side.

It's owned by a Hampton Trill.

Hampton Trill? He would
be in the middle of all this.

- Oh, you know him?
- From his novels.

Brat-packy little poseur was
published when he was 19,

thinks he's the "Emile Zola"
of premillennial Manhattan.

What do you say you go
talk to him, okay, John?

You guys talk to the mom.

Lennie, let's talk.

- Mrs. Burgess?
- I'm Sue Burgess,
Theresa's mother.

Hi. Detective Benson.
This is Detective Stabler.

- How's your daughter doing?
- All we can really do is pray
at this point.

She called you the
night this happened.

- Yeah.
- What did you two
talk about?

Theresa was crying.

This photographer, Parisi,
said some mean things to her.

She said she wanted to
get out of the business.

I told her she could come
home any time she wanted.

When did you and
Mr. Burgess separate?

Right before
Thanksgiving of 1997.

It all started when
Theresa was 13

and she won $700 in the
"Miss Schenectady" contest.

That's when Tom decided
that Theresa was his ticket up.

Mr. Burgess said that her
name was changed to "Jazmin."

Theresa is her Christian name.

That "Jazmin" business
was all Tom's idea.

Everything that happened
to her was his fault.

What so you mean by
that? He got custody of her.

When he's taking her
to all these contests,

and not working
at any actual job,

I have to work days
at a glassware plant

and nights at a Wal-Mart
just to make ends meet.

So the courts say that I'm unfit
because I'm not home enough.

I'm sorry.

That broke up our home.

Detective Jeffries,

you testified that you
found sufficient evidence

to charge the father with rape

under the Parental
Responsibility Code,

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?

- Jeffries: Yes.
- So how does that work?

That a man who
never meets the victim,

isn't there when
the act is committed,

and yet, is somehow 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 videotapes?
- No, we did not.

So what you really found
were some comic books?

Yes.

You found comic books...?

No further questions.

Prosecutor:
Redirect, Your Honor.

Do you recognize
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 becomes
a masked superhero.

He settles scores with women...

by raping them.

But it's in Japanese.

It's pretty clear from the
imagery what's going on.

The stories all end
with pictures of women

being beaten and raped

by the... "hero."

It was from these
stories that you thought

it was proper to
charge the father

with accessory to rape?
These "comic books"?

Yes, ma'am.

Excuse the mess. I didn't
expect company today.

It's about what I'd expect.

Did you know Jazmin Burgess?

Yeah, sure. We had
lunch a few times.

She called here four times on the night
she was attacked. Did you talk to her?

I didn't even answer
the telephone.

There were like, 200
people at this party.

- What kind of party?
- Well, you know.

One of those things where
the literati and the glitterati

size each other up over
cosmopolitans and sashimi.

It was for my new novel.

Oh, "Bennington Requiem." I
read the review in "The Times."

Did Jazmin show up at the party?

Yeah, yeah. Pretty late.

She was kind of a mess.
I was more of a mess.

She didn't stay very long.
Look, I never read reviews,

but you should know
Kakatuni's had it in for me

ever since she decided that one
of my characters was based on her.

The book reviewer in "Manhattan
Siesta"? There's no resemblance.

It's "Manhattan Sonata."

"Siesta" as in "snoozefest."
The real question

is how so many reviewers fail to
notice your blatant theft of Joan Didion.

Joan Didion is a close friend.

The poor woman.

(laughter)

So... maybe Jazmin

comes to your party
to score some crank.

- Is that a possibility?
- It's very possible.

I met her in the elevator last
spring. She had some appointment.

The first two floors are
all doctors and shrinks.

Did you invite any of
these doctors to the party?

They just show up.

If you have the girls, you don't
have to invite anybody else.

Sex appeal is the best draw.

Give me a call if you think
of anything else, okay?

"No resemblance" because
I failed to capture her,

or "no resemblance" because
it was a different character?

Both.

Both.

Yeah. Do it with the finger.

There you go you
naughty, naughty girl.

Naughty, naughty
girls. That's lovely.

- All right...
- Detectives?

We need to talk to Carlo
about Vanessa Wong.

Why, what happened to Vanessa?

- Someone killed her.
- Oh my God.

All right. Hands up if
you want a margarita.

- Carlo...
- What are you doing?

Aw, crap!

Don't sweat.

What can I do for you?

Vanessa Wong was killed, Carlo.

Oh, bollocks! Not her as well?

Yeah, and I know you were
"right-brained" at the time,

but 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 much attention.
The girls were going to score.

Carlo: Hey, shut
it! Oh, come on.

Why else would they go
to Hampton Trill's party?

That's a little detail you
failed to mention to us, Carlo.

I didn't want to
hurt Jazmin's family.

I mean, you'll keep them
from knowing that, surely?

We'll be very discreet.

Here's our vic, entering
the building at 1:22 a.m.,

on her way to "Mr.
Trendoid's" party.

- She get the pills from him?
- Maybe... probably.

The first two floors
are all doctors,

so one of them might be hers.

Cassidy: We got a list.
Munch: That's how she met Trill.

They had prescription bennies.

Let's find out who's
writing these prescriptions.

Thanks, guys.

Fen-Phen, Fen-Phen, Dex,

Prozac, Meridia, Fen-Phen.

Dr. Deke O'Connor...

DBA/Manhattan Nutrition
Center. I'd say this is your guy.

He's written thousands of 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 for me... A Dr. O'Connor.

First name is Deke, D-E-K-E.

450.450 Hudson Place. I'll hold.

Yes, on both scores.

Got a V. Wong and a T. Burgess.

They wouldn't happen
to be narcoleptics?

No. No, they're not.

Dr. O'Connor has been giving out
speed like it's 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 the hospital...

And he's got a DUI from '94.

Dr. O'Connor is
right over there.

Thank you.

Dr. O'Connor?

We'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.

Guess we can rule him
out for the assault charge.

Doc, you got a second?

Oh sure, Elliot. I don't
know what more I can add.

You're on the right track as far as
the psychological profile is concerned.

Did you see that business about
the amphetamines? The starvation?

These girls are ruining
their lives with this stuff.

Yeah. Money, power, respect.

Supermodels are the
Greek goddesses of our time,

if you want to believe
Camille Paglia.

No, I don't. I think
it's a bunch of crap.

They're just giving
up their childhoods.

I read their files. Both these
girls came from poor backgrounds,

broken families; a lot of
displacement and a lot of turmoil.

Yeah... let me
ask you a question

about the line between
dieting and anorexia...

if a girl'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 that they
can control... their bodies.

And the more others
try to force them to eat,

the more satisfaction
they gain by refusing to.

- So what do you do? Do you just ignore them?
- No. Never.

If you see any warning signs
like self-induced vomiting,

chronic headaches,
use of laxatives,

then you should
get help immediately.

You sound like a warning label.

All you can do is wait
and watch... carefully.

And 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
until you got home.

"Manicotti Night"
down at Scarentino's.

Bottle of chianti, our name
on it. Let's get out of here.

You can't make me
eat Italian, either.

That's all right. You're
not invited. See you.

Oh...!

Mom?

We are currently at
6000 prescriptions a day.

We're going to take the
whole thing public. Hello, IPO.

Whatever happened to the
friendly neighborhood pharmacist?

Oh, no, no. Look,
we're computerized now.

Look, faster service,
lower prices, fewer errors.

Depends on how you
define "error." Hmm?

You do a lot of business
with Dr. Deke O'Connor?

Yeah. Is that a problem?

By "problem," do you mean
he gets his meals intravenously

and dumps in a diaper? Yes.

That's something that the corner
pharmacist may have questioned.

(sighs)

Just tell me what you
want. O'Connor's patient list.

There.

And do we really
need the attitude?

Dozens of names, and yet,

all the pills were mailed
to the exact same address.

This didn't strike you as odd?

Well, yeah, I guess we
need to upgrade our software.

Yeah.

What's up, jefe?

Narcotics called twice,
said you crash-landed

in a controlled-substance
investigation

that they have been
cooking on since July.

This is still a
sexual assault case.

We're only going after
the pills to get the attacker.

You got pills, you
got to tell Narcotics.

The narco scouts always want to
make crappy little possession busts.

We can't do that. Zero tolerance
makes witnesses shut right up.

I'm not saying I disagree.

We know where the bogus prescriptions
are going. It's the same place.

We got Munch and Cassidy there
right now. We're asking for a little time.

I might be able to buy
you a couple of days.

Narcotics loves
strategy meetings...

I'll schedule one with
them... and keep postponing it.

(desk bell rings)

We need to see
who's renting Box 732.

732? Yeah. 732.

(sniffs)

That would be Bertrand Small.

620 West 14th.

Which would put him in the
middle of the Hudson River.

Who picks up his
mail? Clerk: Not a clue.

We have 1200 boxes here.

You got a key, it's
got a box number on it.

As long as the key matches, the
account's paid up, you get your mail.

We're going to station an officer
here until "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...

Good, keep talking, because
the more you lie about the pills,

the easier it's going to be to
make you on a murder charge.

I'm a courier... I get paid
a hundred bucks a week.

I didn't kill anybody.

Who set this up? My
buddy. He used to do this run,

but then he landed the lead
playing "Stonewall Jackson"

in this outdoor Civil
War drama, see?

What do you do with the
package once you pick it up?

I repackage the envelope

and the return address says,
"Morgan Talent Management,"

and I deliver it
to 7th and 36th.

Laszlo's building. Benson: Yup.

So, we're thinking it's
time to bring in Narcotics.

Wasn't it this morning
you were saying

they were "boy scouts" and they
might "intimidate the witnesses"?

That was before we uncovered
Laszlo's sideline business.

We're now thinking a
little intimidation is in order.

Intimidation?

Well, you need to
talk to Joey Poole.

(whistles) Listen up, people!

New York City Police Department.

- Keep your hands
where we can see them.
- What the hell are you doing?

Hey, you can't do this.

In case you haven't
noticed, we just did.

Zoe, call Latham & Watkins, now!

I don't think you're going to
want to ride with your employees.

How you people transport
me is hardly my concern.

A little clarification
is in order.

The press is waiting
for you out front.

I'm sure they would
love to get a photo

of Nina Laszlo, "Drug Dealer
to the Stars." What do you say?

If you're ready to
talk about Jazmin,

we can take you out the back
way in our car. It's up to you.

It's fine. Good.

You're at the top of your game.

You got all the best
talent in the city.

You make a lot of money.

Still you feel the need to
mess around with this drug crap.

It's not for profit, obviously.

So, it's a charity
you're running?

Speed keeps the
girls in fighting trim.

To them, it's like vitamins.

You know something?
You are so damn cavalier.

You raise a stink, you lose
them to another agency.

Is that why Jazmin and Vanessa were
attacked? 'Cause 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 and she got pretty pissed off.

You see these "masterpieces"?

No...

Jazmin just told
me she stole them.

She stole all of them.

She said she was going to use them to
make sure that he never worked again.

Well, 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.

You trying to tell me the two
of youse went dumpster diving?

Hell, no. We supervised
a couple of uniforms.

I don't do disposable diapers.
And how was your morning?

We're just getting
ready to pick up Parisi,

and see if we can find his
collection of dirty pictures.

Hey, Lennie. Lennie, come
on, I haven't eaten in an hour.

You guys go ahead.
These guys owe me lunch.

I don't owe him anything. I'm just going
to supervise his doughnut withdrawal.

Take Cassidy and Munch
when you pick up Parisi,

and bring me back some bromo.

Hey, what's go... I
didn't invite you in.

- Benson: Here's our invitation.
- Guys, why don't you start
the kiddie porn search?

We're going to ask
Mr. Parisi a few questions.

Why don't you ask
him who dresses him?

We know about
your Polaroids, Carlo.

We also know how badly you wanted
them back after they were stolen.

I have thousands of
Polaroids. I'm a photographer!

Yeah, and Larry
Flynt's a publisher.

- Hey, you can't do that!
- Carlo, Carlo...

Come here, come here, come here.

Just stand over here for a
second. Come on. Let's try this out.

Jazmin steals your
dirty picture collection.

This is bad, I understand.
That's going to ruin your career.

It's definitely going
to land you in jail,

so you find out
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.

But if you find something
like that, I'd love to see it.

- I'll bet you would.
- I didn't murder anyone.

How about statutory rape, then?

You made Jazmin sit
for her "oral" exams.

- That's ridiculous.
- Stabler: Then the blood sample
you give us will clear you.

- Blood sample?
- Yeah.

There was a semen stain on
Jazmin's dress. That wasn't yours?

That was a consensual act.

No, no, no. You used your power

to hire and fire to
exact sexual favors

and pornographic
photos from a minor.

Not consensual.

Benson: So, Mr. Parisi...

would you mind
turning around, please?

Stabler: 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.
That's Deborah Latrell's signature.

So the assistant
does the bookkeeping?

This is their business license.
Both of their names are on it.

Okay, weird. Not kiddie porn.

So, where does he
hide his dirty pictures?

You got three choices: under
the bed, in the back of the closet,

or amongst boring and
unappealing papers.

I take it that's
another "guy thing"?

Yeah.

- (drawer bangs)
- Hello!

What is it?

Hey, hey, hey.

Look at that. Deborah
Latrell was a knockout.

That's an engagement ring. Yup.

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 what so you
do if you're Jazmin

and you want to hit
Carlo where it hurts?

You show the Polaroids to the
person who was his ex-fiancée

and is now his business partner.

Deborah, we have some problems

with what you told us
about Monday night.

You said Jazmin Burgess
and Vanessa Wong

were at the book release party.

What's your problem with that?

Our problem is,
how did you know?

I guess they mentioned
it. Or you were there.

You went there looking for them,

trying to get Carlo's
Polaroid collection back.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Sure you do... the girls
have a blackmail file on Carlo,

but they won't play
ball; you call Carlo,

he comes, things
get out of hand.

Why don't you talk with us
while we can still help you?

I've enjoyed about as much
of your "help" as I can take.

Let's see if she has the
courage of her convictions.

You guys get
anything off Parisi?

Lies, half-truths
and a cute story

about Cindy Crawford in labor.
Did you get anything from Deborah?

Munch, do us a favor. What?

Get Parisi to sit in this chair

and then suggest to him
that Deborah rolled on him.

- Ah, cute... "The Prisoner's Dilemma."
- What's that?

See, we get each to think
that the other confessed.

Damn, I love this
job. I'll get Parisi.

Okay, we're pretty
much done here.

All I have to do is
fingerprint and book you.

- What? Why?
- Please stand. Thank you.

- What happened?
- We have another witness.

Here's your buddy.

Bastard! (spits)

Couldn't keep
your big mouth shut!

Yeah and you couldn't
keep your pants zipped!

Deborah, we have his side of
the story. We want to hear yours.

You know who he was
before I met him? Carl Parsley.

I'm going to ask
you to sit down.

He used to photograph
stereos for electronics store ads.

- Please sit down.
- And I fell for him.

I was big then, too...
"Cosmo," "Glamour," "Elle"...

And I'd say, "You want
me, you got to hire Carlo."

So, you really
gave him his start?

Yes. Beauty is
power... Until you lose it.

Then you're garbage. Nobody
gives a damn about you.

You wouldn't understand
that, Detective Benson,

because you're still
a beautiful woman.

You have no idea what kind
of doors that opens up for you

until they're
slammed in your face.

The "Measuring Man"?

Yeah, but what happened
afterwards was worse.

See, people stop calling you.

Friends shun you, nobody calls.

But I still had Carlo.
At least I thought I did.

So Jazmin and Vanessa
found you at Trill's party?

Yes.

And they had the
photos with them?

She said she had them
nearby. But I don't believe her

because I don't believe Carlo
would do that kind of thing.

But you're curious
enough to have a look.

So you what? You
meet them in your car?

Then they show you the photos.

They're far worse than I feared.

There are a lot of girls.

A lot of girls. Beautiful women.

Women that 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 down below the
seat, just to take hold of it...

For security...
That's why I carry it.

The hammer makes this awful
cracking sound when it hits Jazmin's teeth.

And then there's
like this dead silence.

And then the Chinese
girl just started screaming

and I swung at her to "shut up!"

And then she starts
convulsing, like...

Like this epileptic.

Jazmin was sexually abused.

Yeah, that was later.
That was Carlo's idea.

So you brought Carlo
into this? Deborah: Yeah.

Because Carlo's
very level-headed.

Carlo always knows what to do.

(weak laugh, sobs)

And the hammer...

Carlo's the one that said
it should look like rape.

It was horrible.

We dropped her
off at the hospital,

and 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?

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, the hospital just called.

She didn't make it.

(theme music plays)