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Thank you.

There. There.

That's it.

Remember, we want that set.

They're looking at address I

could

stop

That's it.

I love you.

Amy, pop in for a touch -up.

Phillip, I can't thank you enough for taking these pictures for me.

My manager, David, said if they were good enough, the magazine might make it

their centerfold. And as soon as I heard that, well...

I knew there was only one shooter that could guarantee a great photograph.

Oh, thanks, Audrey. But a picture is only as good as its model.

So how could I go wrong?

Sure. Beautiful, Miss O.

Thank you, dear.

You're so sweet.

All right, just a few more, and then we'll switch outfits.

Philip, listen.

I wanted to talk to you about that sports monthly shoot.

I heard the magazine has hired you to shoot all the girls for their special

swimsuit issue.

That's right.

They have.

As you know, whoever gets the cover of that issue, well, they could practically

write their own ticket in this business.

It's launched a few careers, that's for sure.

I need that cover, Phillip.

I'm sure you do.

So does every other model on that list.

I can't imagine you won't get the cover, Ms. Elk.

They'd be foolish not to pick you.

I'm glad you think so, Amy.

But unfortunately, you're not on the judging committee.

Neither am I.

No.

But you're taking the pictures.

And if you could just make sure mine are extra special.

Audrey, I like you.

I really do.

But I gotta make sure every single picture I take is beautiful.

Don't stress.

This other woman can't hold a candle to you.

Except for that Jocelyn.

She's my biggest competition.

Are you sure there's nothing you can do?

I mean, Jocelyn's pictures don't have to be great, do they?

Audrey, if I do that, I could find myself out of a job.

I give my best on every single assignment.

I'm sorry, Amy.

Could you excuse us, please?

I thought we had another wardrobe change to shoot.

That's all right.

I think the session's over.

You can go home.

Okay, Philip, I'll see you tomorrow.

See you.

Now, if I was a mistake, I could swear that you were trying to seduce me and

influence how I shoot models.

Oh, Philip, whatever gave you that idea?

Oh, God.

You're welcome.

All right. Sun's in the perfect position.

Light and drag.

Make this count.

Bring your

head

up a little bit.

Do you see, David?

Do you see what I'm talking about?

Look at her.

That's what I'm up against.

Her, with her perfect smile and perky breasts.

I know, Audrey.

I'll bet her management doesn't have her doing floor wax conventions.

Hey, hey, hey, that was a good game.

Standing behind a booth for four hours while balding middle -aged men discuss

linoleum? I've had enough, David.

You are overreacting. No, I think we've talked about this enough.

Audrey, sweetheart, you can't leave me.

I've been your manager for years.

Well, I discovered you.

I made you.

Yeah? Well, I think it's time for a change.

When you started with me, you were nothing.

Yeah, that's right. And I don't want to end up being nothing.

Did I do, Phyllis?

Amazing as always.

The magazine's going to love this.

I really, really want that cover.

Yeah.

Everyone does.

I don't think you understand.

I really, really want that.

I'm just like, no.

Don't criticize me, Phyllis. We both know you have been through the judging

committee. And your pictures are the ones being judged, right?

I'll be there.

Audrey!

I'm ready for you.

Coming.

That's it, Steven.

I've said all I've got to say.

Are you stopping?

Lost the best light.

Why? Could you spend too long taking pictures of that skank?

No, Audrey.

Because the sun moves across the sky.

I can't control nature.

Well, what the hell are we supposed to do now?

Move down the beach a bit.

We'll get some good light there in about an hour or so.

An hour?

You want it to be perfect, right?

Of course.

Fine. I'm taking a walk down the beach.

Don't wander too far.

You only have the right of light for a little bit.

Don't worry.

I'll be ready when you are.

Women.

You're only doing it to make her look great.

Try telling her that.

What are you doing here?

Parker, I got an idea on her, Vic.

You gonna make me guess on you?

Audrey Elf. She's a fashion model.

She's part of a photo shoot that was going on at the beach.

She picked the wrong day to be wandering around the coast. Yeah, I'd say.

Looks like someone clocked her good.

Mm -hmm.

I'm on the bed. That's the murder weapon right there.

Tag it.

Take it back to the lab.

What do we know about the guy who found her?

His name's David Johnson.

He's Audrey's manager.

He was here today on the shoot.

I got him, the photographer, the photographer's assistant standing by for

questioning.

All right.

So it's time to shoot.

And Audrey hadn't shown up yet.

We were losing lighting, and I decided to go look for her.

Why did she leave?

Said she wanted to take a walk while we were waiting.

Okay, go ahead.

I walked down to the beach, and I go in the direction I saw her leave, and I got

to the cave when I found her.

Mr. Johnson, what was your relationship like with Audrey?

What do you mean? I was her manager.

I understand, but was it strictly professional?

Okay, it is now.

Or it was, but it wasn't always.

You had an intimate relationship with her?

What does that have to do with it?

Would you mind answering the question?

All right, yeah.

Why did it end?

She ended it.

Relationships end all the time.

She said she didn't have time for a relationship because of her busy career.

Did you resent that?

How could I? I respected it.

And there were no problems between you?

No, none at all.

Oh, come on. That's bullshit. Hey, stay out of this, Phillip. Why?

Sir, do you have something you'd like to ask?

Yeah, I sure do.

Audrey and him have been fighting over contracts.

That's not true. Of course it is.

She told me she had her doubts about you when you first met.

And she only signed with you because she was new in town.

She didn't know any better.

Don't be ridiculous. She signed with me because I was the only one willing to

give her a chance.

And because we had a special chemistry.

How long did you know Miss Elks?

For about two years.

I met Audrey at some party and I thought she'd be good for lots of souls.

I was going to give her a chance.

But it was more than that.

To a long and fruitful relationship.

Gosh, David.

This is all happening so fast.

Once you sign on the dotted line...

You can't imagine how fast things will go.

I'll show you places you've never seen before, baby.

Well, here goes nothing.

You understand, Audrey, that I... I think of you as more than just a client.

Thank you.

I mean, meeting you last night was like a... a revelation.

I feel strange.

You do.

Because I think we can go places together.

Well, I'm in.

Where are we going first?

That's how it began.

Another lie.

How would you know? Were you there? I know Audrey.

Okay, enough, you two.

What can you tell us about the events today?

Not a lot. I was working on the girls' notes for the day.

Girls?

Who else was there?

Jocelyn. She's one of the other models.

And where is she now?

She left right after the shoot.

Okay, well, we'll need to talk to her. So, what's her full name?

It's just Jocelyn. You know.

What, Sarah?

There's a thing.

I'll give you her number.

Yeah. There was one other thing.

Yes? I saw Audrey and David arguing.

Arguing about what?

I couldn't really hear very much, but they looked really angry.

Mr. Johnson?

That's nonsense.

We were discussing her schedule.

Sometimes there's conflicts, you know?

I know.

Okay, everyone, listen up. We're going to let you go for now, but we will want

to talk to you again.

So please be sure to make yourselves available.

So what do you think?

I don't know.

Could be the manager.

They only have the words, and he found her, like I said.

Yeah, but why?

If you wanted to keep her under contract, what the hell would killing

They were arguing about something.

If we find out what that is, maybe we'll have something.

That's pretty thin.

Paper thin.

Maybe the autopsy would give us something to go on.

Maybe. I doubt it.

In the meantime, let's run a background check on our little group of

beachcombers, see what that turns out.

Okay.

Well, Doc, anything?

Not much.

Time of death was between 10 and 11 a .m.

That fits.

Cause of death?

Cerebral hemorrhage caused by blunt force trauma.

Based on the angle, I'd say the perp was right -handed.

As suspected, the rock was the murder weapon.

Yeah,

this is definitely a crime of opportunity.

The murderer grabbed whatever was available.

Had to be. No one knew she was going to be walking down the beach.

Doctor, how much force would be needed to cause an injury like that?

Not a tremendous amount, but this was no accident.

No, I mean, could it have been a woman?

Nothing rules that out.

Could have been my ex -wife.

That was the case to be you on this lab here instead of her.

Yeah.

Wait, ex -wife?

Yeah, got the paperwork this morning. You can put a fork in marriage, it's

Sorry, I didn't know. No, it's bound to happen.

Hey, you guys want to take this little soap opera out outside of here? I got

some work to do.

Sorry, Doc.

Don't suppose there's any chance of fingerprints on the murder weapon?

Hardly.

We did recover some DNA trace evidence.

Lab's taking a look at it right now.

Don't get your hopes up, though.

It's probably from the victim.

Okay. Thanks, Doc.

Why are you suggesting a woman? I thought the manager was the suspect.

He is.

I'm starting to wonder about that other model.

Jocelyn? Yeah. She's the only one whose whereabouts are completely unknown at

the time of the killing.

And she's a fitness model.

Did you contact her?

Yeah, I called her number. Left a message.

We gotta find her.

Parker, homicide.

Okay, Sergeant.

We'll be right there.

What is it? Background checks just came in. Let's go.

I can't believe this is happening.

I know.

It's a shock.

And the horrible thing is, she's so mad at me the last time I saw her.

No, I'm sure she wasn't really angry.

She was... Just being temperamental?

That's putting it mildly.

I just wanted her to look her best.

Of course you did.

They just never appreciated you.

So... Listen, you're the real genius here, not the girls in front of the

You can make anyone a star.

I know you can.

Maybe.

But Audrey was different.

She was special.

Yeah. I'm just hoping they... Of what?

I hope they don't suspect me because of our relationship.

I'd hardly call what you had a relationship.

I don't know if I heard about what happened.

How are you holding up?

I'm okay.

Amy, could you excuse us for a minute? I need to speak to Philip in private.

Philip?

It's fine.

It's such a tragedy.

I know.

I can't believe anyone would do something like this.

Everyone loves Audrey.

Of course.

Now tell me, what's going to happen with the cover suit now that Audrey's, well,

gone? How could you ask something like that?

At a time like this?

Of course.

How stupid of me.

I don't know what I'd do.

Let me help.

Everything's going to be all right.

I'm here if you need me.

Why? Because I care about you.

I always have.

You need to stop thinking about this for a while.

You need a break.

I've been trying to get a hold of me all day.

I'm just not up for talking to them right now.

You understand.

I do, but eventually we're going to have to talk to them.

Yeah, just not right now.

Please don't tell them I was here.

I'll go out the back way.

All right.

Thanks so much.

Send him in, Amy.

Can I help you, officers?

Yeah, we just have a few follow -up questions.

Go ahead.

We've been doing some checking, and it seems you have quite the reputation.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means there's a string of broken hearts across town with your name on it.

That's ridiculous.

I mean, I went out with some of the models, but... Audrey was different.

Did you date Audrey?

I wouldn't call it dating, exactly.

Then... what would you call it, exactly?

Look, I loved Audrey.

It was very clear that she was only interested in what I could do for a

Did that upset you?

Make you jealous?

Of course not.

I did whatever I could for her.

I loved her.

It didn't matter that she didn't love me back.

I know what you mean.

Okay, that'll be all for now.

If we could have the room, we'd like to talk to Amy now.

Yeah, just lock it up.

It's your thing.

Good night, Philip.

Now, Amy, how long have you worked for Philip?

Almost three years.

And how well did you know Audrey?

Pretty well.

As good as anyone knew her, I guess.

Professionally. As a makeup artist, you obviously work with the models a lot,

right? That's right. Did Audrey tell you about anybody that wanted to hurt her?

Any enemies she might have had? Not really. You know, the modeling business

pretty dog -eat -dog.

You know, everyone's after the same gig.

Anyone in particular Audrey didn't get along with?

Just one.

Jocelyn.

What was their beef?

Audrey found out some things about Jocelyn. You know, things that Jocelyn

want anyone to know.

The sort of things that could really ruin her career.

And I think Audrey was about to reveal all that to hurt Jocelyn's chance at the

cover. What kind of things?

And now, gentlemen, let's give it up for Jasmine.

She's a thorn in my side.

Everything around her dies.

Drama queen, I fit too much.

Make sure to turn this down from double touch.

Turn this down from double touch. Oh, yeah. Little miss miserable.

Even though she's so beautiful.

Making everything so difficult.

Little miss miserable.

She comes across so

pitiful.

Then she begins to rip me to pieces.

She's Little Miss Miserable.

Even though she's so beautiful, she's making everything so difficult.

She's Little Miss Miserable. Yeah, Little Miss Miserable.

Can't believe all the stuff she involves.

She comes across so pitiful.

She's Little Miss Miserable.

are you guys doing here?

Have a seat, Jasmine.

We have a lot to talk about.

Okay, so you guys know I'm a stripper.

What's the big deal?

Pays my rent, you know. Yeah, I bet it does.

Did you know Audrey was aware of your little side gig here?

I think it's threatening to expose you.

That would cost you some lucrative contracts, I'm sure.

Not to mention a chance at that magazine cover.

Is that why you, uh, knocked her off?

What century are you guys living in? No one in this business gives a rat's ass

that I do this.

And even if it made the 10 o 'clock news, it's not worth killing someone

But getting the sports monthly swimsuit cover would certainly help get you out

of this place, right?

You're damn right it would. Yeah, and Audrey was your biggest competition.

You guys are barking up the wrong tree.

Every girl in this business is my biggest competition.

When Audrey was killed, I'd already left the beach.

I was on my phone booking the next gig.

She took my phone record.

Oh, we already did.

But it's your cell phone. There's no way to know exactly where you were when you

made that call.

It pinged a cell tower that covers a pretty large area.

Yeah, I have a great provider.

Look, let me save you guys some time and tell you who killed her.

That guy, David.

Audrey's manager?

Yeah, he's a real scumbag.

Tried to manage me a few years ago, and I was not having any of it.

Just busier trying to get into my pants than he ever was managing me.

Sure was the same for Audrey.

And if she got fed up with it too, well, I wouldn't put it past him to bash her

head in.

Thanks for your insight.

Look, I gotta get back to work.

These dollar bills aren't gonna jump on the rails themselves.

I guess you know where to find me if you need me.

So, if I can screw on, I'm just a suspect?

Maybe.

We'll talk to him in the morning.

Yeah, but not for a thing, because I have to drop some paperwork at my

office.

Sorry.

I imagine it's been tough on you.

Yeah, I mean, she's never told me why, you know?

Why was it enough?

It's the job.

I can't tell you how many marriages go south in the department.

That's why I never got married.

What's the point? It's just going to end like all the others.

Yeah, well, this is the wrong one.

Get out of here.

Mr. Johnson, we'd like to talk to you if you have a minute.

Do we really have to do this now?

I'm in kind of a rush.

We just have a few questions.

It won't take long.

Quick, please. I got places to be.

Sure, Mr. Johnson.

We met this morning with a representative from the Triangle

Really? And as you know, they're one of the largest modeling agencies in town.

I'm aware of that.

Well, they shared something very interesting with me.

Did you know that Audrey had contacted them a few weeks ago and they set up an

appointment to meet with her a few days from now regarding new representation?

Yeah, so what?

Care to revise your earlier statement, Mr. Johnson?

Of course not.

She was just trying to light a fire under my ass so I'd work harder for her.

Some girls do that.

That doesn't mean I killed her.

Audrey was on her way up in your strictly small time.

That's why she wanted to leave.

I couldn't get her the contracts or the endorsements that she wanted. She didn't

warrant them.

She wasn't a big enough player.

Every girl thinks she's a supermodel.

But most of them are just kidding themselves.

This morning when I met with Triangle Modeling, they shared this with me.

It's a recording of a voicemail they say you left them three days ago.

Listen to me, you son of a bitch.

Audrey Elks is my client. If you keep trying to poach her, there will be

hell to pay.

Serious hell to pay?

I meant legal hell. Jesus Christ!

Audrey and I had an ironclad contract.

I told those guys at Triangle that I would sue them for everything they had.

Well, we also accessed Audrey's cell phone voicemail, and we found this.

What the hell is your problem?

You were nothing when I found you.

Nothing! And if you try to walk out on our contract, believe me, I'll make you

nothing again.

You hear me, you little bitch?

Well, I have... David Johnson, you are under arrest for the murder of Audrey

Ellis. You have the right to remain silent.

You're crazy!

This isn't even circumstantial evidence!

My lawyer will have me out in an hour.

Sir, you have the right to remain silent.

I suggest you use it.

Did you hear?

Hear what?

They arrested David Rogers' murder.

David?

Really?

Are you sure?

I knew it was him.

I told you so.

I guess you were right.

I wonder what kind of evidence they have against him.

I'm not sure, but they've arrested him, so they must have something.

I guess so.

Listen, how about I come over there later tonight?

Sure. I'm at the studio.

Another.

Neil.

Hey. I thought you messed up. What's up?

Nothing, sir. I just thought you might want to join me in celebrating our

and our homicide case.

Uh, bartender, uh, a drink for this beautiful, lovely lady.

I'll have a beer.

Looks like you got an early start.

How many is that for you?

Who's counting?

Somehow I get the feeling this isn't a celebration.

Uh, why not?

With killers in custody, a beautiful girl's murder solved, my ex -wife moved

with her new boyfriend.

Yeah. Now I know why.

Look. No, no, it's fine. I'm moving on to bigger and better things.

Yep.

Cheers.

All right.

That's the right attitude to have.

Exactly. Besides, it's her loss anyway, letting a great guy like you go.

You think so?

Yeah. I've always thought... Well, it's her loss.

That's all I'm saying.

Yeah.

Thanks.

Would you get some shots?

Don't you think maybe you've done enough celebrating for one night?

Yeah.

Let's get out of here.

Whoa!

Sorry. Are you okay?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Let's go. My car's right outside. Okay.

I don't think you're going to be doing any driving tonight.

I'm going to take you home, okay?

You are? Come on. Really?

All right.

I'm not enjoying this one much.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

I'm fine.

Okay.

I bet your ex -wife never did this for you.

I've never been this drunk around my ex -wife.

Come on.

You can't go to sleep with your clothes on. No, how far can I get this?

I don't need this.

What are you doing?

Philip? Have you learned anything else?

No.

They arrested David this morning.

Apparently he'd been threatening Audrey.

I knew something was up with him when I saw them arguing on the beach.

Yeah.

At least you got some justice.

You took these?

They're beautiful.

She was beautiful.

You've photographed a lot of beautiful women over the years, but I always

suspected that she was special to you somehow.

Yes, she was.

But all those other women... They didn't mean anything.

That's what I thought.

Listen, there's something I've been meaning to tell you for...

Quite some time.

What is it?

We've worked together for almost three years now, and I'd like to think that

we're close.

Of course we are.

You can tell me anything.

I... I love you, Philip.

And I know that I'm not...

As beautiful and I'm not as sexy as all the models that you're used to dating.

Don't be silly.

What?

You are just as beautiful.

And just as sexy.

Well, that was unexpected.

Yeah.

You don't regret it? Not a bit. Okay, good.

Neither do I.

I don't know what this is going to do to our working relationship.

You know the department rules.

Well, the captain doesn't know. Can't hurt him.

Fine by me.

Is that you?

No, must be you.

Parker, homicide.

No, no, you're not disturbing me.

What can I do for you? Lab results are in.

They got a DNA hit on your murder weapon.

On the rock?

A DNA hit.

Okay, and whose was it?

What?

Okay, thanks.

What? What is it?

We got the wrong guy.

It wasn't David Johnson's DNA on the murder weapon.

Then whose is it?

This doesn't mean we can't work together anymore.

Of course not.

What would I be without my trusty assistant?

Yeah, I know that sometimes, you know, couples have a hard time working

together.

Couples?

Well, yeah.

Amy, I'm sorry to give you the wrong impression.

I mean, this was nice, but that's it.

What are you saying? We just... Yeah,

it was great.

You know, maybe we can do it again sometime.

Maybe?

I don't know what you think this is going to lead to.

I told you that I loved you.

Yeah, that was sweet.

Sweet? I just gave myself to you. Amy, come on now.

Do you have any idea what I've done for you?

Whoa!

Just hold on a minute.

I've flayed away for you. I put up with all of your bimbo models that you were

screwing left and right. Can we talk about this, please?

You don't need the gun. I killed her for you.

You what?

She didn't love you, Philip.

Not like I do.

And you were falling for her.

I could tell.

I couldn't allow that.

I got it.

What have you done?

I'm sorry, Philip.

I mean, if I can't have you, then no one can.

So

it's

as simple as that?

Jealousy? Oldest motive in the book.

Well, it wasn't that simple.

When we ran a background check on Amy, we found that her real name is Monica

Renfield. She had a rap seat going back quite a ways.

She was charged multiple times for harassment upstate.

Court psychologists diagnosed her with having an obsessive personality.

And she was obsessed with this photographer?

He was in love with Audrey. She could handle all his flings with the other

models, but she couldn't handle that.

Love can make you do some pretty crazy things.

Yeah, it can.

Parker, homicide.

Right. We're on our way.

What is it? One case closed, another one opened.

Come on, O 'Neal. We got a dead body just turned up on the west side.

No rest for the wicked. See you, Doc.

Pleasant dreams, my dear.