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How did I get so lucky to meet you, Morgan?

You're very sweet.

I mean, seriously.

Most of the beautiful women I meet are mean.

But you?

I don't know.

You're a lady.

I'm not a lady, Trent.

We both know that.

What if I could prove it?

Sure. Unless you have a glass flipper tucked away somewhere.

It's your word against the world.

It's my word that counts here though, doesn't it?

You keep talking like that and you're going to be in big trouble.

From who?

Me. Because I won't ever let you go.

See, I told you.

Big trouble.

Ladies don't kiss like this.

Wow.

Ladies are the only ones that do.

Thank you.

Tread.

Did you get this?

Okay, Trent Miller, what were you doing here last night and why aren't you

breathing anymore?

Ripped off or just a credit card guy?

Detective Cade? Yeah.

One of our clerks found this with Mr. Miller's room papers.

Must have come out with his credit card.

Thanks. If anything else comes up, you have my card.

Yeah, I need an address for this phone number.

213-555-4489.

Right, got it.

Hi. Can I help you?

Morgan Taylor?

Maybe.

It's a yes or no question.

Uh, no.

She's not here.

If you don't mind, I really need to go get dressed.

Thanks. I'd love to come in.

Whatever. I'll just wait.

You Morgan's roommate?

Yeah, I stay here every once in a while.

Any idea where I can find her?

Beats me.

I came home to an empty house last night. She wasn't here when I woke up

this morning either.

Is that normal?

What's going on? Is she in trouble?

I mean, because Morgan is not the in-trouble kind of girl.

Is this her?

Yeah, that's her.

Pretty girl.

Yeah, I guess, if you like that whole corn-fed, wholesome kind of thing.

Do you know Trent Miller?

Maybe.

Again, it's a yes or no question.

Then yes, I know him.

How well do you know Trent?

Intimately.

Casual affair?

Serious relationship?

As casual as it gets, really.

Business or pleasure?

Why?

Because Trent Miller's dead.

And your roommate's card was in his wallet.

Oh.

Tell me about your encounter with Trent.

Well, it was at the Bentley downtown.

I mean, we just had a couple of drinks and he took me up to his room.

Nice room.

I guess.

Do you come here often?

That sounds like a guy's line.

I'm just stalling, really.

Why?

You know, just so it doesn't feel quite so much like a one-night stand.

Why would you say that?

Oh, Trent.

I know you were hoping for someone else tonight.

That's not it. It's okay, really.

I just like to pretend it's something different, that's all.

Come here.

Yeah.

Now, I'm really glad I met you.

Yeah.

No.

No.

I love you.

I love you.

What was it?

Are you shocked?

No.

He was a nice guy.

I mean, I'm sorry he's dead.

But not surprised?

What are you saying exactly?

Saying there's a whole lot of story you're not telling me.

Like how Morgan's card got in his wallet and why you met him in the bar that

night.

Yeah? Well, I got nothing else to say to you.

I guess we should finish this conversation downtown, huh?

Why? I didn't do anything.

Hey!

Well, Sasha, I have a feeling that if I run your name in prints, I'm going to

come back with something that you've done.

Or you can just direct me towards someone who would know where I can find

Morgan, and we can call it a day.

What do you think?

Talk to Catherine.

She's Morgan's best friend.

Catherine?

Collins, I think. She lives in a loft downtown.

That's all I know, I swear.

Did you see Trent after your night together?

No.

If I had any more questions, where can I find you?

You're a cop.

Figure it out.

Hey, you can't do that!

No one ever teaches you to be respectful to authority.

Yeah, well, if I saw some in this room, maybe I would be.

Wrong answer.

Hey, my ID.

Hey, Tom.

Right, Catherine Collins.

I'm guessing about 25, and she's in one of the downtown blocks.

I'm heading there right now, so I'm going to go back to the address.

Bye.

Catherine Collins?

Yes? I'm Detective John Cade. I'd like to ask you a few questions about Morgan

Taylor.

Okay.

Um, I was just going to make some tea. Would you like some?

No, thanks.

Do you know where she is?

Well, I didn't know she was missing.

When was the last time you saw her?

I don't remember.

A while ago.

Will you call me if you hear anything, Catherine?

Anything at all.

Okay. Thank you for your time.

No, thanks. I'll let myself out.

You offered him tea?

I didn't know what to say.

I got nervous. He asked about Morgan.

I heard.

You did well.

Very well.

Tom, I need you to run some plates for me.

10552 Alpha, 7 Bravo November 43, and

Romeo India China Hotel 1.

Yeah, I'm serious. Which one?

I'm looking right at it.

Thanks, man. You're the best. Bye.

Why are the police looking for her?

Look, it doesn't matter.

We just don't want the cops snooping around our business, do we?

But if something happened to her, I mean, what if she's hurt? Or, I don't

know. Look, nothing is wrong with Morgan.

I promised you I'd always take care of my girls.

And I always will.

And I always have.

ah

No!

Kate.

Okay. Girls first.

Sasha Bennington. One prior for solicitation on probation.

Catherine Collins. One prior. Same.

Bailed out by Richard Benson.

Same for Sasha?

Okay. So Benson's the pimp.

What about Morgan Taylor?

Nothing.

Not even a parking ticket, huh?

Okay, back to the pimp.

What else you got on him?

Let me guess. He's the registered owner for Rich One.

What else you got on him? Got an address?

Nah, that's an empty building off Sunset. I need something else.

Thanks, Tom. You're the man.

Bye.

What did you forget this time?

Does Richard usually leave things behind?

He'll kill me. Is he likely to?

If he knows you came back.

Then I guess he can't know, can he?

Go shower.

I'll wait.

Dear Catherine the Great, I can't wait to see you.

We always dreamed we'd move to the city and be models or actresses, and now

you're actually living our dream.

Thank you so much for offering to get me in.

Hopefully I'm pretty enough to get jobs like you do, and hopefully I start to

make money soon so my mom and dad realize that I'm not an idiot for moving

there without a plan.

Love and miss you, Morgan Le Fay.

She was the White Witch.

I was the Empress.

You've known each other a long time.

She's my best friend.

Where is she, Catherine?

I don't know.

We were supposed to meet over breakfast. She didn't show up.

So you called Richard.

Does he know anything?

He says he doesn't, but I don't know.

You don't trust him?

Are you afraid of him?

Yeah.

Has he hurt you?

It wasn't supposed to be like this, you know.

We were going to be famous, Morgan and I.

And she trusted me, and I just let her down.

How?

I promised that she'd be famous.

I introduced her to Richard and told her that he was going to help her meet all

these people that were going to make her a star, and he wanted to meet her first,

and she was really nervous, but...

Morgan always trusted me.

Okay, okay.

Oh, um, Richard, this is my friend Morgan, the girl I told you about.

Well, you mentioned she was pretty.

But you didn't say how stunning she is.

So very lovely.

The cameras will absolutely caress your skin.

Perfect.

Is the rest of your skin so flawless?

I don't know.

Show me.

Gorgeous.

Stand up and show me your back.

I'll show you a friend how the cameras adore you and your officers.

Thank you.

Morgan's audition went exactly how Richard planned.

She was nervous at first, but he has a way of making women feel like they're

the only thing in his life that matters.

I know what you think I am.

What do I think you are?

A whore.

Why would I think that?

Why was Richard here today?

Morgan said that she was going to meet him last night after work, and when I

didn't hear from her, I called him.

What work was she doing?

Businessmen like to meet pretty girls, so we go and pretend to be interested.

You pretend?

It's enough like acting to call myself an actress.

Look, it's not what you think.

Richard, he runs a matching service. It's not an escort service, so it's up

to us what we do on the date.

Right. And Morgan fits in this how?

Because I got her into it. She needed work when she came out, and Richard

liked her look.

So what do you think happened last night?

Well, Morgan must have met her guy, because Richard would have gotten a call

otherwise.

But... After that, it's like she disappeared.

So I need to talk to Richard.

No, you can't.

You can't talk to him. He can't know that I told you this.

He won't.

He knows that you were here. He heard your voice.

And he knows I left without getting any information from you.

Oh, God. I just... I just want to go home. I want to find Morgan and take her

back home where it's safe.

Can't do that unless we find her.

This is how I contact Richard.

Thank you, Catherine.

I know my way out.

Let's see what we can find out about Mr.

Richard Benson.

What have you been up to the last couple days?

What's this?

A little pawn shop activity yesterday?

I think it's back here.

Great.

I think that's it.

Thanks. I need this for evidence.

Thanks for your time.

Wait a minute!

Richard! Hi.

Has she been here?

No, I told you. Just that cop.

He went to Catherine's too.

Did she tell him anything?

Did you?

No.

Did you mention Catherine's name?

He was going to take me in for questioning unless I gave him something.

Funny. He didn't seem that threatening.

How do you know?

She could have told him everything and totally lied to you.

Because I know. Because I was there.

You were?

Were you jealous?

No. Bullshit.

You're so mean to me.

Don't treat the other girls like this. You're all lovey-dovey and nice to them.

Buy them jewelry and presents.

Why do you hate me so much?

I don't hate you.

First of all, the jewelry came from the Johns. I just can't tell the other girls

that because I don't want them to think they want to marry them and some stupid

shit like that.

Sasha, I don't hate you. You're the only one I could be myself with.

So what you're really saying is you're a bastard who has to pretend to be a nice

guy?

Exactly.

I don't believe you. You don't, do you? No, I don't.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Richard, what are you doing here?

Waiting for you, clearly.

I just had to get away for a few days.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't call.

I was worried about you.

You know, when you went out with Trent and didn't come back, I was worried.

I didn't mean to worry you.

You know how I feel about you. I'd be lost without you.

I'm sorry, Richard.

I'm here now.

You know the police are looking for you.

I didn't do anything.

Of course you didn't.

But the police don't know that.

Unless you can prove that you weren't there when Trent died, I'd stay very far

away from the scene.

You were there.

You can tell them I'm innocent.

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

I was with Sasha that night.

And if you think you saw something different, that would squarely put you

in the scene.

But since you weren't there when Trent died, you don't know who was there.

Right, Richard?

Right, Richard.

That's my girl.

Well.

Oh, my God.

So, you didn't torture me enough the first time. You had to come back for

some more?

I'm guessing you do a pretty decent job of that yourself.

You don't know shit about me.

You're right.

I don't know what the hell you see in Richard Benson, for one.

Why are you here?

Where's Morgan Taylor?

I don't know.

Why did she run?

Who says she ran?

Come on, Sasha.

She's not cut out for this kind of life and you know it.

You don't know shit. That's what I know.

You're gonna start that again.

I want to get out of here and away from you.

Why do you think Trent's not alive anymore?

Who knows? Wrong place, wrong time.

What are the chances that Morgan had anything to do with this?

You mean did she kill him?

Not a chance.

I think she actually had a thing for him. A thing for him? She dated him for

what, a week?

Actually about a month.

But you said that... Yeah, I know what I said.

And I did see him a week ago.

But Richard set it up. He didn't like how much time Trent and Morgan were

spending together.

How does that work?

And for that matter, why are you suddenly talking to me? I mean, how do I

know you just don't have an axe to grind?

I do, actually.

That's why I'm talking to you.

Woman scorned.

You think you've got me all figured out, don't you?

So educate me.

You know, it's really none of your business why I'm talking.

Gone Look Essentially Richard makes his money selling subscriptions to his

rolodex He really doesn't care what we do as long as we show up where we're

supposed to and Morgan was starting to resist So he set you and Trent up

because he was worried that Morgan and Trent were in love and That she was

gonna take herself off his rolodex Something like that

Why do you do it?

You really are an idiot, aren't you?

So I've been told.

Have you ever been in love?

Not that I admit.

Exactly. It makes you weak, right?

Vulnerable to pain?

Well, I don't deal well with pain.

So how does dating all those guys numb you to the pain?

What do you feel right now?

Fighting the urge to resist.

Yeah, powerful though, right? Because you're in control of something.

And now?

Barely controlling my instinct to knock your hand away.

But you're still in control, right?

And now?

I don't want to throw you on that bed.

Fuck me stupid.

Power.

Even though I have

you pinned to the bed,

You're still in control, right?

What does it take to make you lose your mind?

It hasn't happened yet.

Thank you.

Bye.

So right about now is the only time there's weakness in sex, right?

It's a momentary thing.

There.

It's gone.

Then there's your answer to why I do it.

Why do you protect Richard?

Because I used to be in love with him. And now?

He's not going to leave all of them and run away with me.

I thought you weren't into that.

Well, maybe I still believe in the fairy tale.

Oh, by the way, Morgan was here last night.

With Richard.

And before you ask me what they talked about, I have no idea.

Just that they were together.

They were both gone when I got up this morning.

What about you?

Where are you going?

This isn't my house.

It's time to move on.

Be careful, Sasha.

I will.

I still believe in fairy tale endings.

You got one picked out for your story yet?

Nah.

But I'm open for suggestions.

You got my number?

Thank you

for

coming. I made her let me call you.

You must be Morgan.

I've been looking for you.

I didn't do anything.

She's terrified.

I promised her that you'd keep her safe.

Tell me about what happened the night Trent Miller died.

I... We... I

was in love with Trent.

You run away with me.

Anytime, anywhere.

Oh, great.

Let's go after breakfast.

Go to sleep. You're delirious.

Delirious?

Deliriously in love?

I couldn't sleep, so I took some money and went out to get stuff for breakfast

in bed.

I got back about 20 minutes later, and I saw Richard leaving the hotel.

And when I went back upstairs, Trent, he wouldn't wake up.

I just got so scared, I ran.

Sasha said she saw you and Richard together last night.

He threatened her. That's why she came to me.

He didn't admit it, but I know he killed Trent.

With your testimony, I think I can prove it.

How?

Trent bought you a ring.

Oh, my God.

And I'm pretty sure he must have told Richard about it because it turned up at

a pawn shop under Richard's name.

We already traced it back to the jewelry store where Trent bought it.

Whatever you need me to do, I'll do it.

You can go home.

I'll assign an officer to be with you until we pick Richard up.

Will you be okay?

We'll be fine.

We have each other.

The White Witch and the Empress.

I guess it's time to be that again.

Hi. You're here.

I just wondered if you still believed in fairy tales.

I mean, I'm not a princess or anything.

Not by a long shot.

I missed you.

You did?

No one to battle with around here.

What, no bad guys around?

No bad girls.

Thank you.

Okay.

Oh.

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