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Bye.

I'm buck naked in a room full of pathetic losers who stick slimy singles

underpants.

It got in my eyes.

You're breaking rule number one.

Don't let them get to you.

Newsflash, Sal.

They already have.

Your friend's here.

No friend of mine would be caught dead here.

Carl, the cowboy dude.

Blue room. Not tonight, Duke. I don't feel so good.

Why don't you put on that little schoolgirl thing? He loves that. Dude,

doesn't feel like... Does she sign your check?

The guy's a freak.

The guy runs up a $500 tab every time he comes in here.

Blue Room.

Make him happy.

I'm so out of here.

Hey.

You looking for me, babe?

Hi, Carl.

My Catholic schoolgirl outfit's in my trunk.

You look delicious just like that. Thanks, but I know you want a little

of all your very own.

You know me well, don't you?

Where's our little poet?

Dancing for your big spender, remember?

No, she's not. Blue is empty.

I'm going to kill that sorority slut.

Don't try to talk it down, why everyone bags

on my town.

Stand and see, it was for me.

Take a look around,

just another day in LA.

See more than me.

Anybody may see it free.

Stop it.

One is down.

Just another day.

I understand.

I sure will, as soon as I know.

Right. Thanks, Chief.

Chief, calling on a floater? It's not any floater. It's Catherine Grant

Of Grant Ashley Mutual Fund? What'd you find?

Tire tracks, salt terrain, pickup, maybe jeep. There's no sign of struggle, no

blood trail. The body was probably off somewhere else and then dumped.

Why here?

Hoping the water might wash away the evidence?

Tide was out last night. He could have just as easily dumped the body off the

end of the pier.

Maybe he did.

I'm sure homicide has a theory.

This guy was in a hurry.

Somebody must have seen something. I want to see what you can find out. Yes,

sir. I can do that. We got it covered.

TC, I can help you. Yes, you can by returning to patrol.

Gord is out sick. James is in court. So I'm a little short -handed right now. I

am good at homicide. I have a lot of experience now.

Excuse me. If you finish with your little tip, may I show you something?

So what? You like to wear sexy bikinis?

Bequins on the beach?

Well, I know a lot of girls who like to dress creatively.

And I'm sure you meet them every night right before you fall asleep with your

hands full.

Come on.

Sequins, heels.

The girl's a stripper. It's not possible.

She's a sorority girl, Kappa Omega Psi.

How naive are you, TC?

What the lieutenant means is that this is a very rich girl who didn't need to

moonlight for easy money.

Come on, Officer Kelly.

This little exhibition isn't all of us, right?

Put your tongue back in your mouth, Granger, and give us a minute.

I want in on this one. I know it threatens you.

I'm not threatened at all.

Yeah, right.

I'm getting a lot of heat from upstairs.

I welcome your help.

You want to go undercover?

Love it. Where?

What time did Kitty leave last night? This isn't a dorm in 1958, officer.

Lieutenant. Whatever.

Look, what Tina means is we don't sign out or keep tabs on each other.

I was simply asking if you saw her go.

Well, simply, no.

You think Catherine had some kind of secret life going on?

I can't believe you're stonewalling me. Your sister was murdered.

Excuse me.

May I help you? No, but I can help you.

I'm your new house mother.

Whoa, time warp. Maybe we are in the 50s.

The executive board of Kappa Omega Psi called me this morning.

One of our sisters was murdered.

Oh, you're Kappa L?

SC -89, Chris Dugan.

Deidre Pratt, president, class of 2000.

This is my VP, Gina Baker.

Excuse me.

Excuse me. May I see your warrant?

This is just routine questioning. And this is private property. I'm going to

have to ask you to leave.

Well, I'm sure your board would like this case solved. Yes, they would. Go

and solve it instead of harassing these poor girls in their moment of grief.

Miss Dean, I... Read my lips.

Court order.

Warrant. Subpoena.

Goodbye.

Girlfriend, where'd you learn how to handle cops like that?

Same place I learned to handle all men.

Right here at Cafe O.

Well, pick out a room for me. Nothing fancy.

I'll only be here until the board is convinced the house is safe and secure.

And I know pledge week is just starting. I promise I won't cramp your style.

Dresser, closet, and the bathroom is right next door. It looks very familiar.

So, how's everybody taking it?

Captain's murder.

Going through the motions, really. You know, what kind of flowers to send to

family, what to wear to the funeral. We're not cold.

We loved Kitty.

And we know the right form.

Kappa owes her the very best.

So, could you sense that the police have anything solid?

Well, if they did, they wouldn't be wasting our time.

If you ask me, they should arrest Mouth Slater like yesterday.

Who's Mouth Slater?

The caller, Redneck.

An aggro major like they still exist.

He obsessed on Kitty all last semester.

Practically stalked her.

Did you tell this to that cop?

God, no.

Kitty's name tied to Palmdale trash.

Her family would die.

What was I thinking?

An aggro major.

What did he drive? A tractor?

One of those big, horrible pickup trucks.

Probably has a gun rack.

I think he lives out of it.

How many girls are in the sorority? Well, we have 42 active members right

we speak.

And there's going to be about 12 graduating seniors. So welcome, ladies,

Omega Psi.

It's very nice to see you here.

Do you guys have any questions about the sorority?

Anything? Great.

Words to live by.

I couldn't agree more.

Deidre Pratt, San Marino. I'm the president.

Monica Lake, Saratoga, future president.

So, what's your major, Monica?

Let me see, what's the right answer?

What's the truth?

The truth is, I'm undeclared.

Right answer.

Do you have a steady boyfriend?

You mean like one.

I think you're going to fit in here just fine.

Oh, excuse me, you're not a member, are you?

No, I'm... You're too old to be a student, even a graduate student. I

You're one of those back -to -college moms.

Uh, Chris Dugan, class of 89. She's our house mother.

Oh.

How quaint.

I don't appreciate you parking me in that backwater to babysit Harper.

I'll take it she's in. In?

I'm surprised they didn't elect your queen of a Kappa -O as right on the

Good. This is a homicide investigation.

I should be working on evidence analysis.

Corey's on it. Or canvassing for witnesses.

Strickland's got it covered.

You did this on purpose.

You're damn right I did.

I put every available officer on this case. So why don't you stop critiquing

command style and tell me if you have any leads.

One. An ex -boyfriend.

And I'm working on it.

And where's Harper?

Kappa -O pledge initiation.

House mother's not allowed.

You are the creme de la creme.

You are the most desirable women on this or any campus.

You are Kappa O's.

It will be our duty and our pleasure to teach you how to use a desirability to

manipulate the world around you.

It used to be said that women were the power behind the throne.

Consider yourself blessed to be born in the era where the throne is yours.

If you want to marry a CEO, if you want to climb the social ladder, Kappa Omega

Psi is not the place for you. If, however, you want to be the CEO and have

others climb to meet you, you have definitely come to the right place.

But first, we must test your loyalty, mental toughness, and your ability to

direction from your superior sisters.

A true Kappa -O has all three of these capabilities.

We're not talking some kind of hazing thing, are we? No, dear.

No paddling, no excessive drinking.

We're much more creative here.

Blindfolds.

Pledges. Your limousine awaits.

I love limos.

Where are we going?

Trust, darling.

Kappa -O -Trust.

Blindfolds off.

Where are we?

This is us to join.

Male dancer?

Think again.

What the hell is going on?

I already told you.

Loyalty, obedience, mental toughness.

Cut the crap, Deidre.

Tonight, you and your new sisters are going to bear all for a herd of

males. You're going to make them respond to you just the way you command.

You have never felt such power.

Me, stripped naked.

In your dream.

Refuse, and your dreams are the only place you'll ever be at Cap Omega.

This is it, pledges. This is your initiation, just as it was ours.

So, who wants to be first?

Not in a million years.

Do as you're told.

Fletch. But this is humiliating.

More humiliating than, say, Pi Sigma, a .k .a. Pi Pigma.

Listen fast, you know the playpen, the strip club?

Yeah, what are you doing in that dive?

Getting ready to take my clothes off.

Ten bucks says Kitty Grant was here the night she died. Get over here, I need

backup now.

Hey, um, that was Monica.

Mm -hmm.

And, um, she's, um...

about to take her clothes off on stage at a strip club, and she wants to know

we can get down there right away.

My mother was a Kappa -O, and she never talked about anything like this. Of

course not.

Rituals are covered by a vow of silence.

But trust me, in her day, she still had to prove her worth.

Now it's time to prove your worth. Oh, sure. Like, that's possible.

It's not possible.

But it is possible to pretend you're seducing your boyfriend.

Or maybe that fantasy lover you've always dreamed of.

You could do that.

Watch me.

I feel better!

And now that is a Tapa O

I can do that

You were fabulous.

A natural.

Thanks, I think. Are you kidding?

You saved the night.

Is there anything I can get you?

Actually, there is.

Did you know Kitty Graham?

Hey, man, I'm not kidding. Monica's like a really close friend of ours. We must

have just missed the show.

No boss, man.

Hey, was she really that good?

Let me put it this way. We worked here.

After a while, they all look the same, right?

Trust me, this chick, she even got my motor moving.

We had no idea who her family was.

Look, Sally, she was my friend.

A sorority sister and nobody knows what happened to her.

And I miss her.

She never belonged here.

She wanted out.

Well, then why didn't she just walk?

Sometimes it's not that easy.

Meaning what?

Someone was forcing her to stay?

Come on, Sally.

She was found with her head caved in by a tire iron.

There was this private customer that took a shine to her.

Private customer?

A backroom guy, lap dancer, you know.

He liked it rough.

Was he here the night she died?

Yeah.

And when she heard that he was, she left in a hurry.

Duke went out to look for him.

She was found dead the next morning.

Hey, well, since we missed Monica, I hear there's another hot chick named

Nine more.

How come?

What, some competitor steal her away or something?

Turn around, boys. I got four gorgeous ladies on stage right now.

Yeah, well, we kind of want Kitty.

No, you don't.

She had an accident.

She don't look so good anymore.

up. Pacific Blue.

Back door, go.

You know that I won't. No.

No.

No.

Got no place to hide from the mess inside.

Give it up, she cried right before she died.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Everywhere I turn, people in my way.

Blocked my every move, stopped my every play.

Got no place to hide from the man inside.

Give it up. I told you what, but it's gone. Down the toilet. I flushed it all,

man. We don't want you for dope, pal.

What? Oh, of course you don't. So then why'd you take off running?

Because I knew you'd be looking at me for Kitty Graham's murder.

We hear you stalked her. That's a bunch of crap.

We dated. And she broke it off.

And you didn't like that, did you? Because you knew that any guy with 20

and a free night could see all of her he wanted to.

Don't you talk that way about Kitty.

That must have drove you nuts, huh?

Her dancing down at that club like that?

Your little Kitty?

Sure you killed her.

Then you dumped her body at the beach, didn't you?

Man, that's crazy.

Crazy, huh?

We're going to check your tires for a tread match.

We'll be looking in the back of your pickup for fibers.

In that case?

You might as well let me go right now, because I'm way in the clear. Why?

Because you're innocent?

Or because you covered your trail?

You bet I'm innocent.

Let me guess.

The authority bitches sicked you on me. Am I right?

Gee, Mal, that's not a very nice term for them.

Hey, it fits.

They're the ones who soured Kitty on me.

You know what they told her? They told her I was beneath Kappa O standards.

I loved her.

And I would have never hurt her.

Much less kill her.

Get out of here.

You're free to go.

Do you see?

I believe him.

Thanks, man.

My, aren't we hasty.

There's nothing there.

The story will check out. Lab work will come back negative.

And what if it doesn't? It will.

Is this about Chris?

Damn right it's about Chris.

I don't want her getting us into a false arrest suit.

Deirdre, Deirdre, Gina.

Thanks. On the bed. Fine.

All right, ladies, dazzle me with your intel from the Spiff Club.

Harper's money is on this Pervo customer from the back room.

My money's on the clubhouse.

You had any money after last night?

Well, I was investing in higher education.

Besides, Duke was the last person to see Kitty alive.

Right, and he got very nasty when we started asking about her. Yes, he did.

Whoa, flashback, June Cleaver.

Granger, what's the deal? I heard you let the boyfriend go.

Had to. We had nothing. I also heard you cut him loose before you knew that.

Lab work confirmed my instinct.

Yeah, afterwards.

Wrong tires.

No blood. No fiber.

Oh, is this the new investigative protocol now? Your instinct?

Uh, we're going to be heading back to the strip club. Yeah, dirty job.

Go.

Stay.

Look, Chris, if you want off this case, I have plenty of other places I can use

you. I do not want off. I want you to take my lead seriously.

Do you have any new evidence to report, officer?

Yes. Lieutenant, the Cap Omega Psi House has a peeping Tom janitor named Stuart

Gorman, who has a string of minor sex arrests from back east and has a network

of peepholes throughout the house.

Why didn't you say so? Because you didn't ask.

Go. Stay.

Unfortunately, he's not our guy.

Based on, let me guess, instinct.

Yes, but I think he might know some things, and I think with some pressure,

can turn him.

Press away, but keep me informed.

Yes, sir.

What are you two looking at?

Monica, have you checked your email today?

No, why? I got this really creepy message.

So did Suzanne and Michelle.

What did it say? It's incredible.

I can't believe they do this to us.

Do what?

Read it yourself.

I gotta go.

Monica, I... What?

You will continue to perform at the Playpen every Saturday night for the

the college year. You will contribute all income from this to us.

Before you consider refusing, view the attached video.

It goes on to say that my tape and every other Kappa O's will be released on the

net and emailed to our families if any of us refuse.

Tell me this is another test.

Some bad initiation joke.

I wish we could.

How long has this been going on? Did you dance too, or are you guys behind all

of this? Believe me, we endured our year of hell.

It all started with our class.

So you knew this was coming.

We had a dozen sophomore sisters who got off the hook the minute your class

walked in.

Of course we knew.

Well, it's going to stop.

And who's going to stop it?

You are.

And I am.

We're going to turn that chest -pounding Kappa O pep talk of yours into reality.

You think we haven't tried?

We have checked out Sally and Duke and everyone connected with the club.

And gotten exactly nowhere.

Well, it looks like Kitty Grant got farther than you did. Makes a pretty

argument for shut up and dance, doesn't it?

The girls get paid in cash.

Tips are in small bills, all untraceable. Good night is about 500.

That's four or five girls.

Times 52 weeks a year.

132 grand a year, tax -free.

What, so I'm good at math?

Whatever. It was enough to kill Kitty Grant for. That is, if the blackmailer

killed her.

Is there any doubt?

Sure there is. The note threatens exposure, not murder. But if Kitty

have 50 other girls risking their reputations, their inheritance.

Sacred family honor.

Don't laugh.

Any luck pulling witnesses to the body dump?

I got one kid. He said he saw a dark metallic pickup. The light caught the

boots. They were shiny.

They were ostrich, lizard skin, something expensive.

Then I suggest you go full bore on a Capo Omega side background check.

No. It's quicker just to follow the cash.

Meaning what? Meaning we let Harper make her first payment. Then drop on whoever

picks it up. But to do that, then Monica's going to have to dance naked at

club again. Oh, that's too bad.

Why not be sensitive?

Spend some food.

Close. What time do girls show up?

Round three, the first shift. Really nice one's about 8, 8 .30.

Nice co -ed night, right?

Well, I want the blonde from the talent night.

A lot of blondes in here, pal.

No, man.

There's only one blonde.

I want a private room and two bottles of Cristal.

Set it up for me, will you?

Sally. Duke.

Yeah, we got a big ticket order for tonight.

A little sorority hottie.

What was her name?

Lay. Monica Lay.

You're doing. Let me go.

You're under arrest. For peeping? For blackmail and murder one.

Hey, that ain't me.

I'm just a creeper. I swear. A garden variety.

I just look. I don't touch.

How noble.

I swear.

I'm telling you the truth.

Why do you think I do this job? For the money?

Kitty Grant. Did you kill her?

Are you kidding?

She was my favorite. What do you know about the blackmailing around here? The

tripping? Just that it drives the girls crazy. They hate it, but they pay.

All of them?

Why not? They can all afford it.

Well, almost all.

Almost? Yeah. 99 % of these girls come from serious money.

Armani, Versace, Victoria's Secret.

There's this one.

Her panties come from Kmart.

Which girl?

Hey, is that her?

Geez, Brooke, be cool.

What, like you don't want to see Harper naked?

We're here to protect her from guys like you.

Thick. The schoolgirl from hell.

I can't take this anymore.

Look, if you can stand it for one more night, some of us are going to try to

a stop to it.

Where's my favorite co -ed?

We've been requested for a private. High roller.

Go to the blue room and make the customer happy.

Gee, how did I get so lucky?

Well, you had a favorite girl.

But I am sure you can make him forget all about her.

Excuse me. Is Monica Lake here tonight?

Yeah. She's got a private dance in the back.

Private dance? Well, can we buy a private dance with her?

Stand in line. The guy she's with has been known to keep them on the meter all

night long.

My, my. Look at you.

You get what you pay for.

Turn around.

What's wrong?

You tell me.

Not a damn thing that I can see.

Come on. Dance for me.

You want more than just a dance, don't you?

They put a lot of restrictions on us here.

I really can't do much, but... I'm looking to make some serious

cash, and I hear you've got it to spend.

I see where you're going.

Besides, there's a lot of cops in the place tonight. One of our girls got

killed.

So you want a date?

Could be.

Is that a pager in your pocket, or are you just... Sorry, old joke.

Great.

I'll page you in 24 hours and show you the real meaning of a lap dance.

Hey, are you okay?

Don't touch me.

Sometimes I hate your whole damn gender.

Well, you guys had a good night.

Most of it was Monica.

She had to do it private.

Shut up, Tonya. Hey, whatever.

As long as we keep the blackmailer off our backs.

Why don't I come with you?

This isn't how it works. I've always been the courier.

Yeah, but you're graduating this year, so isn't our friend going to need a new

messenger? I'm sure he'll let us know.

But until he does...

Judith

Sanger?

Chris? That is your real name, right?

You know my name's Gina. You're Judith Sanger from Pacoima, not Beverly Hills,

and you're under arrest for blackmail and accessory to the murder of Catherine

Ashley Grant.

I'm a victim just like everyone else.

The Bel Air address you listed in the sorority directory is a vacant lot.

Your mom's a waitress at Denny's in the Valley.

That's not true.

It's over, Gina. There's a bank account in your name with weekly cash deposits

for the past three years.

And you're a computer science major. And you built a blind remailer into the

university server.

To digitize video from the strip club. And then emailed threats to the girls.

It was a great scam.

Until Kitty Grant stood up to you. No.

They are such bitches.

The way they turn up their nose is at girls like me.

You know, if you're not from San Marino or Newport, you're some kind of insect.

So you took their money.

I didn't just want their money.

I wanted their dignity.

They wanted to teach me about power.

But I taught them what real power is.

All except Kitty.

You know, Kitty was decent.

She was kind.

But by the time I found out how real she was, she was already inside the game.

This isn't a game, Gina. And she had class.

Enough class to walk away from the trap. And she trusted her family's love

enough to face their judgment.

She's the last one I ever... Ever would have killed.

I believe her.

I do too.

I can't release her. She's guilty of the blackmail and the chief knows we made

an arrest.

Fine, let's get her on the blackmail. But we keep looking for the killer.

Downtown's gonna love that. They're to go Kitty Grant's parents.

It's their tough luck.

And mine.

I'm not in too tight with the brass right now.

I think I can name the real killer right now. The backroom creep at the club, he

wears ostrich skin boots.

And Sally says he drives an F -150 truck.

You got a name on this guy?

Carl, but that's all anyone knows about him. He's cash only.

I know if I beep him, he'll come running.

What are we waiting for?

We're waiting for you to say I'll have you right behind me every step of the

way. I don't scare easily, but this creep, he's different.

Hey, baby.

Carl, is that you?

But she pays more than one guy.

Yeah, that's me.

Where are you?

Forget that. Where do you want to meet?

I don't know. The club is empty around this time, and guess who has the keys?

You're getting the rise out of me talking that way, lady.

You will wear those little girl clothes, won't you?

You're the boss, Carl.

How about a half hour? I'll be there in 20 minutes.

I'll be there in 10.

Monica!

Are you ready for me, Carl?

Oh, baby.

First, you have to get me ready.

Yeah?

Well, what gets you hot?

Risk, danger, violence.

I can work with that.

Scare me, intimidate me, force me.

You're in my wheelhouse now, girl.

I don't know. A lot of men talk tough, but most can't back it up. Yeah, well,

I'm not most guys.

Prove it.

Is that all you got?

Now we're getting somewhere.

Do you want me to cower and tremble?

Or do you want me to fight like Kitty Grant?

Kitty?

Well, Kitty didn't fight.

Kitty went limp.

No spirit.

Is that why you killed her?

Look, I told you I want to be intimidated.

Lady, you are bent.

Takes one to know one.

You know, little kitty, she actually tried to walk out on me.

You believe that?

She would have made it, too, if she hadn't dropped her keys.

Stupid dumbo.

So, you punished her?

Yeah. Gave her a makeover with a lug wrench.

I'd show it to you, but I threw it in the ocean off the pier.

Tell me one thing.

After you did her, did you do her?

Oh, yeah.

Did I ever.

Thank you. That wasn't in the papers.

What? The body was abused post -mortem, and only the killer would know that.

Party time!

You're busted.

Gee, Carl, now you know how it feels to be up here naked.

You know, I really only have one regret on the Tyner case.

I know you're going to say Kitty Grant's death, right?

You're not going to hit me with, I never got to see Monica Hankin.

Even you weren't that shallow.

Yes, I am, Granger.

I am profoundly shallow. I raise shallowness to new heights or depths

would it be?

In that case, here.

What's this?

The original tape of my first performance at the Playpen.

A permanent reminder of what you can see but never have.

My compliments.

I think she just dissed you, man. Like I care.

Oops. I'm sorry. I must have taped over it.

Not that I don't respect your detective skill.

But I guess I'm just threatened by you being in homicide.

Thank you.

You want to tell me why?

When you first came here, you dissed the bike patrol.

You know, here I thought it was the 90s version of being a beat cop, a

neighborhood hero, and you thought it was kid stuff.

Ancient history, T .C. I don't think so.

When you saw a chance at homicide, you jumped. Like, what we do isn't real or

important.

I never said that.

You didn't have to.

A fighter jock turns homicide detective.

At least you're consistent.

But I don't need the rush, Chris.

I don't need the glamour.

One of my favorite things in the world is riding home after shift through my

very safe neighborhood, knowing I made it that way.

To your little wife, waiting on the doorstep.

With my mature, beautiful wife, who works with me and shares the same dream.

But you don't, do you, Chris?

Before you tell me I'm wrong, beg for the chance to prove I'm wrong.

You're not wrong.

I think we need some time apart, TC.

Don't try to talk it down, why everyone back

on my town.

The sand at sea, it works for me.

Take a look around,

just another day in L .A.

Anybody sees more than me.

Anybody thinks he is free.

Don't they?

What is it now?

Just another day of...