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We've got to hurry.

Someone might see us.

You might like it.

Oh, come on, baby,
it won't take that long.

( cell phone ringing )

Wait, wait.

What is that?

( cell phone ringing )

It's your phone.
Let it ring.

No, no. I turned mine off.

Stop it.

( ringing continues )

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God!

( camera clicking )

( sirens wailing, dog barking)

Are you all right?

Yeah, I just
can't believe

she was just
lying there

the whole time.

Did you touch anything else
besides the cell phone?

No, way.
We were afraid.

We called 911
the moment we saw her.

Good.
Yeah, on my cell.

Would you mind
sticking around

so I can get
a complete statement?

Yeah, sure.
Whatever you need.

Thank you.

CAINE:
Got an ID?

I'm waiting on Alexx
to check her effects.

Caucasian,
early-twenties,

no handbag.

Significant impressions
around her body though.

She might
have been dumped.

Those two find her?

Yes, college kids
from Florida U.

They heard her
cell phone ring.

So I'm going to look into
who made that call.

It may tell us who she is.

CAINE:
We may have been beaten
to the punch.

Ten uniforms at a crime scene,
that seems excessive.

Excuse me.

We're going to have to
block off another twenty.

Lieutenant.

We have a VIP
situation here.

She's, uh, actually
an actress, Lieutenant.

What's her name?

Ashley Anders.

She does pay-per-view, DVDs...

Responding officers
recognize her from her films.

She does adult films.

Yes, sir.

She's a porn star.

She is also...

somebody's daughter,

and that is
what we focus on.

* Yeah!

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* No, no!

( camera clicking )

There's something
in her hair, Alexx.

A sticky substance.

It doesn't look
like a biological.

All right, I'll
get it to trace.

In the meantime,
we've got

keys, an MP3 player

and $20 that we found
in her pocket,

so I guess that
rules out robbery.

I think this
rules out robbery.

Hand marks on her neck.

Petechial hemorrhage.

She was strangled.

Looking that way.

The killer was up close
and personal,

maybe someone she knew.

More than likely.

The thing is, a lot of people
knew Ashley Anders.

She had one of
the top-selling DVDs

on the adult market.

I've heard.

Well, if this
was a sex crime,

something doesn't add up.

The vic is fully clothed.

Maybe they redressed her?

Then they're good, honey.

No bunching.

It's tough
to redress dead weight.

I'll know more at the post.

Hey.

Hi.
Get anything?

Well, our victim's family
lives in Minnesota.

I'm still trying
to track them down.

What about
an employer?
Palmgrove Industries.

She's made over
a hundred films for them.

Palmgrove Industries...

That's one of the biggest
corporations in the state.

That's the David Jeffers family,
right?

That must be why
she's being paid

by a subsidiary company
called Fallen Films.

Fallen Films?

Okay.

Oh, and Horatio?

Yeah?

If this case
goes into Friday,

uh, I'll have Hagen
fill in for me.

Is that all right?

Are you okay?
Oh, yeah.

I just have plans
for the weekend.

Um, no, it's fine.

Okay, good.

Sure.
Thanks.

Yeah.

( music playing )

With the makeup off, she looks
like the girl next door.

Any physical findings?

No vaginal injuries.
I collected a kit.

Doesn't appear to be
any biological fluids.

COD, Alexx?

Asphyxiation caused
by manual strangulation.

Killer on top,
used both hands.

Did you scrape
under her fingernails?

I sent the scrapings to trace.

Okay, time of death?

Liver mortis puts her time
of death about 10-12 hours ago,

but I may be able
to tell you

where she was
a couple of hours before.

Stomach contents.

Look what's
at the bottom.

Looks like caviar.

I'm guessing Russian.

Two hundred bucks a spoonful.

She was at a party

or a club of some kind.

Okay, I'll have
Yelina take a look.

Thank you, Alexx.

DUQUESNE:
Uh huh.

Hey, some of that evidence
hasn't been logged yet.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Dad, I've got to go.

The Savannah, I will
see you there. I promise.

Trace said you had the
fingernail scrapings

from our porn girl.

It's in here somewhere...

Ever see any
Ashley Anders movies?

Me? No.
Where would I see them?

Clubs, parties, you know, out.

No, I don't think that you and I

are going to the same
places, Valera.

Porn's the new martini.

No one's hiding
their vices anymore.

Here it is.

Blood and tissue from
under our victim's nails

is from a David Jeffers.

Palmgrove's David Jeffers?

He's the CEO that
distributes Ashley's movies.

I know.

I ran "Mr. Upstanding"
through CODIS.

He's in the system
for a stat rape

back in grad school.

Well, that makes him
a registered sex offender.

I wonder if it
took place in a park.

As a matter of fact,
it did. Biscayne.

Mr. Jeffers, this
is about one of
your employees,

Ashley Anders.

She was murdered
last night.

That's uh, that's terrible,

but I don't know
anything about this girl.

My client owns a conglomerate
of businesses, one of which

happens to distribute
adult titles.

It's assuming a lot to think he
knows each employee personally.

Oh, CSI never assumes.

We found your DNA

under the dead girl's
fingernails, Mr. Jeffers.

So what happened?

Did things get a little rough
after the party last night?

Party?

I checked your security log.

Very informative.

Ashley attended
your party

in this very office
last night.

She had champagne,
caviar...

and got strangled.

So...

you two want to step
outside while we
execute the warrant?

It'd be my pleasure
to escort you. Gentlemen.

( answering machine beeps )

MAN:
I'm meeting
with your accountant...

WOMAN:
3,000 acres...

WOMAN 2:
They said the jet
will be refueled

by 10:00 am...

MAN 2:
Relax, David.
We don't have to panic.

MAN 3:
Don't tell me
not to panic.

That ... screwed us.

It's under control.

The hell it is.
Take care of the

Ashley situation
or it's your ...

That was a business
discussion.

It's protected by
attorney/client privilege.

A judge may not see it
that way...

in a murder case.

I didn't murder anyone!

You don't have
to say anything, David.

I've got nothing to hide.

You were with Ashley
last night though, weren't you?

I was entertaining
some clients

and I decided
to invite some girls

to come on over, you know,
spice up the party...

The most beautiful
girl in the world...

Ashley decided
she wanted to leave.

I told her,
"I sell your movies,

you better damn well
sell my clients."

( music playing )

She scratched my neck. She left,
that's all that happened.

My client

is a prominent businessman

with strong ties
to the community.

He has a family
and three little girls.

CAINE:
Will they be appearing

in your films,
Mr. Jeffers,

when they grow up...
just out of curiosity?

These actresses
have free will.

Besides, it's not like
we do gonzo porn,

we have story lines,
we have plots.

You are a regular
Patty Chayefsky.

Are you arresting my client?

Not at present.

( alarm beeping )

Eric,

what happened?

We had a spill.

Concentrated
hydrochloric acid.

What did we lose?

Jeffers' answering
machine tape.

I was duping it

for the courts, and the
concentrated HCl fumes

ruined the ferric
oxide powder

that coats the tape's
polymer backing.

The tape is spooled.

Is it salvageable?

Lieutenant Caine,

do you really think
the CSI that's responsible

for destroying the
original evidence

should be assigned
to the case?

I don't remember
asking your opinion, Rick.

Well, the Commander
suggested

IAB should check into this.

Find out how
this accident occurred,

and which employee
may be involved
in undermining

a major murder investigation,

not to mention compromising
countless other cases.

It is, uh, Delko, right?

Eric, would you give us
a minute, please?

Sure, H.

"H." You see,
that could be interpreted

as a lack of respect
for a superior.

You know, I am willing
to take that chance.

STETLER:
So, as his superior,
did Delko screw up?

CAINE:
No.

If anybody did, I did.

You did?

You weren't even in the building
at the time.

Yelina says
you were at P.D.

My lab, my oversight.

You cover

a lot of people's screw-ups,
don't you?

Delko and evidence,
your brother and that girl.

What's her name-- Suzie, right?

Rick, that is a private matter.

You see,
I see a pattern

of you withholding
critical information,

and I've opened
a file on you.

Walk away.

You ran
an outside DNA check

through our lab.

That sample was
related to the case.

Yes, but
that makes it

department business.

And by the way, Suzie, right?

Her kid,
little Madison?

That's
your brother's kid.

How long are you going
to hide that from Yelina?

Rick, this is an
unwise course of
action for you.

Is that a threat?

Just remember what I said.

And another criminalist

will be doing
this investigation.

And you better find
more evidence on Jeffers.

Blondeapalooza?

28 Lays Later?

She's got to have her own aisle
at the video store.

Yeah, Valera says she's famous.

Well, Valera would know,
wouldn't she?

Hey, did you see
that dog bowl in the kitchen?

Yeah, but no dog.

I'll check
the local kennels.

Did you clear this side?

Yeah.

I've got semen on the bed.

( clearing throat )

She is a porno star.

Yeah, but the
apartment manager

says she never brings guys
back to her place.

Look-- fans.

Oh.

You've got fan mail?

Yeah, they're all addressed

to Ashley Anders,
care of Fallen Films.

I guess someone

figured out where she lived.

Okay, I'll tell you what.

I will process the letters
if you do the films.

This is her
most recent film.

Well, anything that can shed
some light on who

this girl might have been.

Well, then forget the films.

DVD extras.

These discs are
packed with them.

Here's one.

( woman panting )
Oops.

( clearing throat )

I think I saw something
on the set-up menu.

Hello.

Hi, I'm Ashley Anders,
and this is all about me.

I like chocolates and poetry
and long walks on the beach.

I love men
who can make me laugh,

and I hate mean people.

Okay, let's see;
here's another one.

Here I am walking my dog, Rufus,
like I do every day.

Wait a second; freeze that.

It's one of
my favorite things...

That's South Pointe Park,
right?

Yeah, where she
was killed.

Well, you got to be local
to recognize that.

Ashley's fan mail

within a 100-mile
radius of Miami.

And these are the ones

postmarked closest
to South Pointe Park.

I have 12 out of 30 letters here
from the same perv.

Mm-hmm. Single-spaced,
teeny writing.

I think we've
got our stalker.

His name's Ned Ostroff.

Think he licks his envelopes?

I don't know; let's ask him.

Well, you can ask him

'cause I got to go
to the park

and look
for Ashley's dog.

There's a chance it was with her
when she was attacked.

See you later.

DNA from the fan mail

matches the semen
contribution from
Ashley's bed.

Contribution was neat.

Thanks, Valera.

Sure.

What does that mean?

That means
that we have

DNA proof you were in Ashley
Anders' apartment, on her bed.

That's ridiculous.

I don't even know her.

Well, that much I do believe.

"Neat contribution" means

there was no...
mixture of fluids.

You were by yourself.

I just...

needed to be close to her.

You worked
in the mail room

at Palmgrove Industries,

Wasn't that close enough?

I did a search
at Human Resources.

They confirmed your employment.

Closest I got
was boxing her DVDs.

Shipping them.

And introducing yourself
to Mr. Jeffers.

Human Resources
told us that you

had to be fired after that, Ned.

You've got a little bit
of a stalker personality,

don't you, Ned?

Did Jeffers give you a
chance to redeem yourself?

What?

We have a recording

of what appears to
be a plan to end
Ashley Anders' life.

Did Jeffers or his
lawyer talk you into

breaking into her apartment?

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

Excuse me.

Horatio thought
you should see this.

Had to wait for the bruising
to come up.

Count the fingers.

Not including the thumbs,

four on the left,
three on the right.

A nine-fingered man?

Birth defect or injury?

OSTROFF:
Well, I've got all ten.

Can I go now?

First, let's see if
you've had one of
those fingers injured.

We need your handprint, please.

If I say yes...

can I see her body?

Just to say good-bye...
one more time.

We will make every effort
to see that happen.

Roll your right
sleeve, please.

Down on the paper.

Here's Ned's hand...

and here's the killer.

No match.

Are you sure?
Yeah, interdigital

span's too short.

If they put someone up

to strangle Ashley,
it wasn't Ned.

Why don't we test Jeffers,
or his lawyer?

Yeah, I'm working on a warrant.

Okay, I'll let Horatio know
about old Ned.

Got a hit

on Tim Speedle, Eric Delko...

You too, Lieutenant.

Unidentifieds, please.

Yes, one.

STETLER:
Horatio, this
is my investigation.

Joseph, are the prints
in the system?

KAYLE:
Carl Mercer.

CAINE:
Carl Mercer
is one of our trustees.

Jail trustee?

That's correct.

The county uses them
as cheap labor.

You have an inmate
working in your lab?

Based on the latest round
of budget cuts, I do.

That's correct.

Do I know you?

Yeah, I'm the guy
you're trying to get fired.

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

I just empty the trash.

CAINE:
Really?

Let me see
your forearms, Carl.

Come on, Carl, the forearms.

Carl...

There it is-- HCl.

"Hydrochloric acid"
written there

by you to remember
which acid

to spill in my... lab.

MERCER:
This dude shows
up at my wife's.

Talked like a lawyer.

She's never seen him before,

but somehow he knows
I'm in for another D&D.

Offered to front the bail.

And all
you had to do

was spill acid in the lab,
right?

MAN:
Relax, David, we don't have...

( unintelligible utterances )

Well, I hope your wife got money
for your new charges.

New?

I just spilled some stuff.

That's an attempt
to destroy evidence

in a murder investigation.

CAINE:
Carl, do not feel bad.

You were played

by somebody
who understands
the system

better than you do.

And here's the other good news.

You're not...

alone.

DELKO:
H, I'll be in the Layout.

Yeah, Eric.

I suppose I owe you an apology.

The man you need
to apologize to, Rick,

just left the room.

Thank you, Carl.

Very cagey, Counselor.

I'm always happy
to take a compliment,

even when I don't know why
it's been given.

CAINE:
How about
bribing

a trustee to destroy evidence?

How about that one?

And knowing that the one thing

HCl fumes could destroy
was tape.

You must have got an "A"
in Chemistry.

Are you telling me
you lost the evidence

you thought you had
on my client?

No.

Not quite.

We'd actually made dupes
for the prosecutor

and for the defense.

Without the originals,

you can't prove authenticity.

I can argue that the copied
tapes could have been altered.

Speaking of authenticity,

have a listen.

MARC SNOWDEN:
It's under control.

DAVID JEFFERS:
The hell it is.

Take care of the Ashley
situation, or it's your ...

Now, the state's
attorney is going

to hear that as you...

( phone ringing )

planning
Ashley's murder.

Not so.

Really? Excuse me.

Yeah.
YELINA:
Just hung up

with our trustee's wife.

She denies the whole thing.

Interesting.

She won't make a statement

implicating our lawyer friend
here.

Okay. Good to know.

Thank you.

Well, Counselor,
you just got lucky.

The trustee's wife is too afraid
to come forward.

Don't you hate it
when the truth doesn't suit you?

CAINE:
Not yet it doesn't.

Not yet.

Rufus?

Rufus!

( whistling )

Rufus.

( whistles )

Rufus!

( whistles )

Rufus!

Hey, excuse
me, miss?

Are we after the same thing?

Not today, all right?

Just not today.

Rufus?

No. It's Ashley's
dog, right?

I'm with the
CSI Miami-Dade.

We think the dog was
with her the night

she was killed.

Ash and I are best friends.

Were.

We work together.

You mean in the, uh...

I work adult.

Soon as I heard,
I went to Ash's place.

I noticed the dog was gone.

Dude, I told
you it was her.

Cookie Devine, right?

You're that-that chick
in the pornos.

Oh, no. You guys have me
confused with somebody else.

No way.

You're her.

I'd recognize that tail
anywhere.

( laughter )

Hey, why don't you guys
take a walk?

What are you, her boyfriend?

You're a lucky man.

Yeah, buddy. Hey, hey.

How about you let us tap some
of that?

I'm serious.
Get out of here.
Yeah, why

don't I kick your ... instead?

How about I arrest you

for harassing this young lady

and interfering

with a murder investigation?

How about that?

Hey, no problem.
Yeah.

We-We didn't mean anything, sir.

No. Uh, sorry, officer.

Get lost.

Can I have your job?

I got into
the wrong business.

( laughs )

Hey, is that him?

( Cookie gasps )

Rufus! Hi!

Whoa, can't do that,
'cause it's, uh...

He's evidence.

Oh.

He's been alone for a day.

He's pretty brambled up.

Oh, poor boy.

His ribs are sore.

Tough little guy.

Killer might have kicked him.

Meaning?

Well, maybe Rufus here gave him
a reason to.

Will you hold his mouth open?

Yup.

You got any floss?

Are you kidding?

No.

Let's hope that he bit the guy.

Horatio?

Yeah.

David Jeffers has a history

of hooking up
with young girls, doesn't he?

How old is this victim?

How old do you think she is?

Ashley's real name is
Kathleen Sosenko.

ID puts her at 21.

So does the birth certificate

we got from Jeffers' office.

Let's check, okay?

Wisdom teeth
don't lie.

WOODS:
Third molars haven't
grown in yet.

Haven't even started.

Don't your wisdom teeth erupt

when you're 18 years old?

Yeah, they're
the last to erupt.

Her molars are five centimeters
below the gum surface.

She's 18, tops.

Okay.

So, she's been appearing
in films

for three years,
which means she started

at 15.

And that is what
David Jeffers

is hiding.

Hi.
Hey.

What you get?

Found the girl's dog.

There was human flesh
on the teeth.

What's the bad news?
Doesn't match

Jeffers or his lawyers.

What do we do now?

We go back to the park

and we take up our surveillance
again.

There are no cameras stationed
in the park.

But that

doesn't mean
she's not being watched.

Why am I back here?

You're going to help us, Ned.

I already told you

I didn't do it.

Well, first of all,
everybody tell us

they didn't do it.

And second of all,
we already know

the things you've done.

And you know
everything

that Ashley did.

You're a bona fide stalker.

Okay.

You've made your point.

CAINE:
You saw Ashley
more than

anyone else
in her last few days.

And you also have a breaking
and entering charge

I might be helpful with.

I'm listening.

The night that Ashley
was strangled, did you

see this man?

Her boss?

Jeffers.

No, he wasn't there.

Okay.

What did you see that night?

Ashley, uh,

was wearing this ruby red gloss,
number six.

And the hoop earrings
that her mother gave her.

You see her dog?

Yeah, Rufus hates me.

I-I keep my distance
when he's around.

I took off when she started
talking to some guy.

Which guy?

Who are you talking about?

I hate seeing her talk to guys.

Okay,

Ned, who are
you talking about?

Which guy?

Some jerk...

I don't know.

He was wearing a cap.

And, uh, a jacket

with a horseshoe on it.

Like with a horseshoe.

Okay.

A horseshoe doesn't really
narrow it down.

Got everything from Boy Scout
camps to casinos.

The thing they all have
in common is that they're

guy-related activities.

True.

Oh!

There are hundreds of them.

I don't know where to start.

Maybe we can cross-reference it
with her fan mail.

We might get lucky.

Maybe we just did.

What if we're
not looking for
a horseshoe?

The Greek letter, Omega.

And I've seen it recently.

DUQUESNE:
I remember
reading this fan letter.

It's a well

thought out and
respectful letter

requesting Ashley's presence

at the fraternity's
Brotherhood Night.

Did she go?

No. She made a
note to herself

that she sent a DVD.

Check out who the Chapter

Vice President is.

Kyle Preston.

Same guy
who found Ashley's body.

This is a place
of business, Kyle.

So?

Take... off... the hat.

Eric will hang it for you.

You can pick it up
on your way out.

What are you doing with my hat?

Why didn't you tell me

that you recognized
Ashley, Kyle?

The dead girl?

Mm-hmm, the dead girl.

The one you wrote
the letter to.

Look, we write a letter
to every porn star

hoping that just one says
she'll show up.

I mean, you got to get in it
to win it.

Clever.

Let me see your leg.

What for?

Let me see it.

Okay, before you lie to me

about that, Kyle,
you should know

that I have Ashley's dog

who has

human flesh in his mouth.

Now, do I need
to run a DNA test?

Okay, look,
I saw her that afternoon.

My girlfriend was in class,

and-and I thought
I'd just go talk to her.

Miss Anders?

Yes?

You don't know
me, but, uh,

I'm a huge fan.

( barking )
Rufus, down.

Sorry.

No, it's okay.

But I was wondering,
though, if...

You want an autograph?

( barking and growling)
Rufus...

Then the dog bit me.

Why didn't you
tell me this before?

Because my girlfriend hates
that I watch porn.

And to tell
you the truth,

I'm not proud of it, either.

Did Kyle have something to do
with that girl's death?

Is there anything
you want to tell me

that may help us
answer that question?

The second I heard
she was a porn star,

alarms went off.

For Kyle,

watching it has gotten out
of control.

Did you ever watch it together?

Dorm parties.

But he wanted me
to watch it alone,

with him, when we...

You know?

And you said no?

I've been upset.

We never...

This is embarrassing, um...

He, uh, couldn't...

anymore with me.

That's called
Porn Creep.

It gets to be so a guy can't be
with a real woman anymore.

I just...

I thought
he'd get past it, or...

grow out of it.

And so, did you maybe
take matters

into your own hands?

Kill her?

No. Why would you even

think that?

Well, because Ashley wasn't
sexually assaulted.

The murder was personal,
but not sexual.

This is great.

He's into porn,
but I'm a suspect.

*

So?

Nectar's consistent
with the samples

from the crime scene.

Good. Run with it, Eric.

You're not going?

No, I have
some unfinished business,

but you go for it.

All right.

Thanks for having
my back, H.

Always.

Got a time problem, Kyle.

Why, I got nowhere to be.

( chuckles )

You said
you spoke to Ashley

in the afternoon, right?

Yep.

And then you found her dead body
at 6:00 a.m.,

after sunrise.

You see, the thing is,

the nectar that we found
on your hat

is from a moonflower

which blooms only at night.

The photosynthetic reaction

makes it open
when the sun goes down.

Must've got it on me
when I found her.

Well, you said
you never touched her,

and your girlfriend
corroborated that.

It's the one true thing
you told us.

Thanks.

What happened to your finger?

I jammed it playing basketball.

It-it doesn't bend.

I went from starter to bench.

To prison.

You killed Ashley.

You strangled her.

Ashley,

in her movies, she was
always ready to go.

Eyes rolling
in the back of her head.

With Gina...

she would look at me.

It was nothing
like pornos.

You didn't know how to react?

I was losing my girlfriend.

KYLE:
Ashley.

Uh, yeah.

Ashley Anders, right?

Yeah.

I was a big fan.

Uh, th-thanks.

Um, I'm just...

Don't talk.

But I...

Don't talk.

( dog growling )

( yelps )

( gasping, choking )

So what, you figured
if you killed Ashley,

you'd kill your problem?

I love Gina.

I just needed to be rewired.

And that's why
you brought her out there,

for a... a little victory sex?

It didn't matter.

Real girls
don't turn me on anymore.

Fortunately for you,
where you're going,

that won't be a problem.

WELLS:
Ashley's birth certificate
has been tampered with.

Paper's been
chemically treated.

Probably with bleach.

So somebody erased the date
and then changed it.

Thing about bleach is

it can take some things away,
but it leaves others behind.

I didn't know she was underage
when she made those movies.

No, but when you sold
the movies you did.

That's what the conversation
on the tape was about.

Your plans
to sell Ashley's films.

I checked with
the Florida U.C.C. filings

and found out
that Palmgrove Industries

has sold Fallen Films
to a Korean company

just this week.

That's why you doctored
her birth certificate, right?

We found
your fingerprints

on the paper.

That's felony
distribution

of child pornography.

That's 15 years minimum.

Fifteen
was Ashley's age

when you started exploiting her.

Even if I had an idea,
I'm not the bad guy here.

I didn't kill anyone.

( wry laugh )

No, but...

you created the bad guy.

Snob.

You talking to me?

I'm Ashley's friend.

You don't remember me?

Cookie Devine.

Oh, yeah, I'm sorry.
You look different.

Makeup.

You saw me right
after a shoot.

Uh, I just wanted
to thank you

for how you dealt with
those guys at the park,

sticking up for me.

Sure.

I mean, I know you
had to and all.

No, I didn't have to.

Come on,
it was the badge talking.

You're telling me,

some other night, with friends,

you wouldn't say
the same things?

No.

Maybe not,
but you would've thought it.

I, uh,

I don't mean
to insult you,

but I-I haven't seen
any of your movies.

So you'd date a girl like me?

Officially, no,

because you're
a material witness of mine.

( chuckles )

It's so cute when guys
hide behind rules.

But we both know
that I'm not exactly

the kind of girl
to bring home to Mom.

Cookie, you're-you're...
a nice girl.

( elevator bell dings )

( chuckles )

It's okay.

Really.

But if you ever
wanted to get together

for, like, coffee,

my real name's Sara.

Sara Piper.

Sara.

Congratulations.

You bagged the porn king,
his lawyer and the killer.

Not a bad week's work.

I guess it's not
a good week for you, Rick,

unless you've arrested
a police officer, huh?

It isn't my job to be liked.

Mission accomplished.

Look, my personal feelings
may have clouded my judgment

on the Hazmat thing,
I'll admit that.

Fair enough.

Here she is.

STETLER:
You ready?

Yep.

Champagne's on ice.

Sounds great.

I'll wait in the car.

Nothing?

Well, the truth is
that she hates champagne.

And you're telling me this
because...?

I'm telling you this

because she deserves
to be happy.

So have fun tonight.

Thank you.

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