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Lynette Shaw. 30 years old.

A bookkeeper at a restaurant.

Overweight, unhappy.

This is Lynette when
she began American Goddess.

After three brutal months
that included 13 surgeries,

120 hours in the gym,

and a strict,
1,200-calorie-a day diet,

Lynette beat out
eight other contestants

to be crowned
"American Goddess."

This is Lynette now.

You've seen her pain.
You've seen her gain.

You've seen her
take charge of her life.

You've watched at home
as she has undergone

a miraculous transformation.

Through the wonders
of cosmetic surgery,

and under the guidance
of our panel of experts,

she's gone from being
an ordinary

unremarkable young woman...

I should have
worn the blue dress.

Are you kidding?
You look perfect.

I want you to go out there,
and have fun. Okay? Go on.

The American Goddess...
Lynette Shaw.

Thank you.

As you all know,
being on American Goddess,

was an opportunity
of a lifetime for me.

I have never felt more beautiful

or better about myself
in my whole life.

WOMAN IN AUDIENCE:
You look like a freak!

WOMAN IN AUDIENCE:
Don't say that.

WOMAN IN AUDIENCE:
You're the best, Lynette.

What I learned
from the experience

is that none of us
is a finished product.

WOMAN IN AUDIENCE:
None of us is a product,
sweetheart, except you!

You're a piece of plastic!

You need to go and call
security immediately.

But there are ways
to make ourselves better.

And that's why
I wanted to be here.

To tell you about
the new line of American Goddess
cosmetics...

What about therapy?
Get your hands off me.

Come on, let's go.
This is ridiculous!

There-there are booths...
out in the lobby

where they are doing
demonstrations and makeovers.

And I'll be there, too.

So thank you.

Thank you.

So, Mr. Kaplan,

how long have you
been Lynette's manager?

Uh, about six weeks,
since the show ended.

She's gotten pretty famous.
Have you had any problems
with stalkers, obsessed fans?

No, That woman who
shouted today, that's as bad
as it's ever been.

What kinds of things
has she been pursuing?

I know people going on reality
shows, they've an interest
in acting or...

Not for her. I know
some girls on the show,

they'd kill just to get
a walk-on on a soap.

No, Lynette, just wanted
to feel better about herself.

It wasn't about
fame or money.

What was she
doing here today, then?

Fulfilling her obligation
to the company.

That's her mother.
Look, she's worried sick.

Will you have her meet me at
Lynette's apartment in an hour?

Thanks.

Any prints?
This room's littered
with them.

Got a few clean ones
off the doorknob.
And the heckler?

She was at the diner across
the street when it happened.
Witnesses?

Nope, everyone was in the lobby
waiting for the makeovers.

Whoever engineered this thing
had pretty good timing.

What about alternate exits?
This hallway
leads to a service elevator.

The cops are talking to all the
hotel employees, doing
background checks, everything.

You ever watch this show?
No, I don't watch
that crap. You?

Nah. My wife lets my kids
watch it sometimes.

That's good if you want
your daughters to think

that plastic surgery's
the answer to everything.

You should meet my mom.

She's so confident
and put together.

I see the way people treat her.
They all want to be her friend.

They all want to be near her.

I remember when I turned 21,
my mom threw this party for me.

And the whole night, everyone
was just staring at her.

It was my party,
but it's like
I wasn't even there.

According to NYPD,

Lynette never filed
any restraining orders,

no complaints
of stalkers, nothing.

That may not
be what this is about.
What ya got?

This audition tape, Lynette
made for the show. Take a look.

I've never had a boyfriend.

I've never, um,
been with a man like that.

It's just that I know
I'm a good person on the inside.

This girl
is so desperate to be loved.

Before American Goddess,
she was invisible.

Now she's a celebrity.
Yeah, for 15 minutes.

That's true,
but the point is,

guys are probably hitting on her
all the time now.

She's got zero experience.
Some scumbag buys her a drink,

she's going to think
she hit the Lotto.

So we're looking
for a scumbag in New York City.

My assistant said the dressing
room looked like Hurricane
Charlie tore through it.

Uh-huh. Did Lynette
have any problems
with the show?

Any complaints, any grudges?
Are you kidding me?

When Lynette came here, she was
a zilch in every department:

confidence, motivation,
presentation. We made her
a star.

She's having the time
of her life right now.

That's what
makes this so tragic.

Tragic for Lynette, but maybe
not so tragic for you.
You got motive.

I have what?
You have a motive.

Angie Bowman filed sexual
harassment charges against you.

Was Lynette going
to do the same thing?

We disqualified Angie
because she had bulimia.

Lynette brought
that to our attention.

She was very
concerned about Angie.

ANGIE:
She's lying.

She wants to get rid of me.

I've talked to the other girls.
They've seen you

make yourself throw up, too.
I don't believe this.

Angie, I know this is hard,
but there are places

where you can get help.
This is the number for
Crestview.

Remember that place
I told you about?
The mental ward?

They saved my life.
Yeah?

Then why are you here?

I want my surgery.

I'm sorry, Angie.

Hypocrites!

Maybe I shouldn't
have done that.

Lynette, you did her a favor.

I hope so.

The next week
Angie filed the suit.

It was retribution.
The girl's a basket case.

So Angie's a basket case.
Lynette spent time in a
psychiatric institute.

Is this the criteria
you use to get your contestants?

Yeah, well, what can I say?
Crazy people make better TV.

Yeah, ain't that the truth.

DANNY:
Uh-oh.

This girl takes Fit and Thin.

So?

Well, Fit and Thin
equals high maintenance.

It usually comes with a cat,
a fat best friend
and a daddy complex.

You're compassion
is overwhelming.

All I was saying is,
life's too short.

I dated a girl that takes
this stuff. She spent her days
talking about how fat she was,

and then spend her night
in front of the refrigerator
scarfing down pizza.

This is from Carey Cleaners.
She dropped a dress off there
at 8:00 a.m. this morning.

That's right before she was
supposed to do her appearance
at the Carson Hotel.

It says it's
for stain treatment.

She put a rush on it.
Maybe it's blood.

According to you, pizza sauce.

She's got messages.

MAN:
Hey, it's me.

We still on for tonight?
Haven't heard from you.

Me again. It's almost 6:00.

You better not be
blowing me off again.

Lynette

What the hell is going on?
I'm sick of this.

MARTIN:
So all three messages

left on Lynette's machine?
They came from a central number
at Eagle Stationery in Queens.

How many employees?

Only 400.

I'll take "A" through "L,"
you take the rest.
We'll see what pops.

It sounds like you were pretty
angry over being disqualified.

I was.

But I don't have
any problem with her now.

I don't have
any problem with anyone.

I even told my lawyer
to drop the lawsuit.

I was just being vindictive.

So what turned you around?

I went to Crestview
like Lynette said.

And she was right.
It did save my life.

Is that why you
called her last week?

We ran a check on her phone
records. Your number came up.

I just wanted to get
together with her.

For what?

To thank her.

I have something to show you.

Oh, my God.

Mark?
Can you believe it?

That is so beautiful.
It never would have
happened without you.

You know, before Crestview,
I honestly thought a nose job
and losing 20 pounds

was going to fix my life.

I am so happy for you.
You deserve this.

So... what about you?
Are you seeing anyone?

No.

But there is this one guy.
I'm listening.

I've had my eye on him
for a long time.

That's why I did this
whole Goddess thing
in the first place.

But now I just don't know
the best way to ask him out.

MAN:
Excuse me. Excuse me.

Hi, sorry to bother you. Aren't
you the "American Goddess?"

Yeah.

C-Could I, uh,
get your autograph?

Um, sure, okay.

Oh, thank you.

What's your name?
Uh, uh, Ethan.

LYNETTE:
Sorry.

Those doctors
did an amazing job.

Oh, thank you.

Is there a reason
they didn't do your ears?

Your ears are great.
Beautiful.

Great... great.
Thank you.

Enjoy your lunch.

After he left,
she kept asking me,

over and over again,
if he was right.

If her ears were too big.
It was so sad.

This guy that she said
she did the show for,
did she mention his name?

No, she didn't want
to talk about it after that.

Angie Bowman?

No, we've never...
never heard of her.

No, Lynette never
mentioned her to us.

How long have you two
known each other?

It'll be three
years next month.

So you're together?

Oh, yeah. That's how
I became Lynette's manager.

Do you think it's possible
that Lynette hurt herself?

No, she would never.

I don't understand.
You saw the dressing room.

Lynette was clearly
attacked by someone.

It's my understanding
that she was hospitalized
for depression, right?

That was five years ago.

Did she stay in contact
with anyone from that hospital?

I have no idea.
Lynette doesn't really share
her personal life with us.

Well, she has no problem
going on national TV

and telling the whole
country her sob story.

So I take it
you weren't in favor
of Lynette going on the show?

Are you kidding?
I begged her not to.

Darling, please,
listen to me.

There's absolutely nothing wrong
with being average.

Most people are average

and they live perfectly
fine average lives.

My life isn't perfectly fine.
It isn't even average.
It's horrible.

And making a spectacle of
yourself is going to solve it?

I applied for a promotion
at the restaurant,
to be a hostess.

You never told me.
You think I want to be

a bookkeeper
the rest of my life?

No. But a hostess?
Well, it doesn't matter anyway,

'cause I didn't get it.

The manager says I'm not
front-of-the-house material.

Which means
I'm not pretty enough.

Oh, please, Lynette, I'm
sure there's another reason.

There's probably another
applicant with more experience.

You got your eyes done.

I didn't do it in front
of a television audience.

For heaven's sake, Lynette, it's
a completely different thing.

You told your daughter
she was average?

There's one thing
I'm not going to do--

I'm not going to lie
to my child.

Lynette has a lot of wonderful
qualities. She's honest,
she's loyal,

She's, uh... she's a
terrific tennis player.

I wish she'd play more,
but she's-she's terrific,

and I compliment her all
the time, don't I, Bruce?

Yes, yes. All the time.

So I will not
have you judging me.

My daughter is missing,
and I didn't have
anything to do with it.

I never suggested you had.

Excuse me. I just, um...

I-I just found these in
the magazine stand right there.

Oh, my God, are
these of Lynette?

She's naked.

Do you know who took them?
No, I just...

I just can't look at them.

Mr. Kaplan?

No, I have no idea.

Well, so much for rush service.

Lynette dropped this dress off
at the cleaners this morning.

They still hadn't gotten to it.

The stain's still on it.
Yep. I also found this.

Hotel keycard
in one of her pockets.

From the Carson?
Nope.

I checked Lynette's financials.
There weren't any
recent hotel charges.

This is a hot dress.
Maybe she was on a date and
the guy paid for the room?

Well, you'd hope.
I'm going to, um, take this

to our tech squad, see if they
can read the magnetic strip.

Find out what hotel it's from.
Alright.

The prints that forensics lifted
from the dressing room door

belong to a guy
by the name of Paul Pfeiffer.

Pfeiffer?

Uh-huh.
This guy have a record?

No, but five years ago
he was a patient

at Crestview Treatment Center.

Same hospital as Lynette.

Paul Pfeiffer.
He works at Eagle Stationery.

He was the guy who was calling
Lynette's apartment last night.

You tried
to call her three times

the night before
she disappeared, Paul.

We had plans.
So you two were dating?

No.
On her application
to the American Goddess,

she wrote, "Paul is the closest
person to me in the world."

You're not dating?
She's my friend-- that's it.

You guys met at Crestview?
Yeah.

What were you there for?
Depression.

What were you doing in her
dressing room this morning?

We've got your fingerprints
all over the place.

I just went over there
to talk to her. That's it.

Paul?

I, uh... I've been up all night
thinking about it, and, uh,

I can't keep doing this.

What are you talking about?

I've always been there
for you, Lynette. Always.

Through everything.
And now you're just moving on?

I'm sorry.
After all those
nights I stayed up talking

to you on the phone, because you
couldn't sleep

Of course I do.

I mean, what we had was real.
Our connection was real.

This is not.

I didn't mean to hurt you.

I'm the one, Lynette.

I'm the one that thought you
were beautiful no matter what.

Good luck in your new body.

So... then I got on the F train
and I went to work.

You can call them
and ask them.

Paul, did you
ever take her picture?

I don't know who took these.

Are there any other guys in her
life that you know about?

I wouldn't know.
She wouldn't tell me.

Uh...

I mean, maybe
the-the surgeon

from the TV show?
Dr. Sing.

Yeah, uh-huh. She sometimes
talked about him, about, uh...

how incredible he was and...

how handsome.

Apparently Lynette has
quite a crush on you.

That happens
in this business.

You make a woman feel
beautiful, they tend
to fall in love with you.

Where were you
this morning at 10:00?

I was, uh, doing
an interview for Extra.

Oh, and last night?

I was giving
a seminar at Columbia.

Now, did Lynette ever
talk to you about
any of the men in her life?

No.
But she has talked to you.

According to her phone
records, she called you, what--

six times last week.

She was in my office.
She was here for a consultation.

What was she here for?
Hasn't she had everything done?

Apparently not her ears.

They're enormous.

Lynette, you're gorgeous.
I look ridiculous.

You have no idea what it's like,
walking around, knowing people

are staring at you, examining
you, to see if you're perfect.

You are perfect. You're
the best work I've ever done.

Oh, I'm not criticizing you.
You did a great job.

It's me.
Obviously, it's me.

I'm sorry, Lynette, but it's too
soon after your last surgeries.

It's been three months.
Something could go wrong.

It's dangerous. I won't do it.
Then get me a referral.

Lynette, you're famous now.

Every surgeon out there knows
how much surgery you've had.

Now, if something
were to go wrong,

they'd be facing
a major lawsuit.

I'm sorry,
I can't do it.

Sounds like she needs
a shrink, not a surgeon.

I suggested that,
but she wasn't interested.

That guy Lynette
told Angie about?
Find him?

No. But Lynette used to work
as a bookkeeper at a place
called Casadoras.

I was going over
her credit card charges.

For the past month,
she's started eating there
three, four times a week.

Maybe she likes the food.

Well, I'm just thinking
that maybe this guy

is someone from her old job.

So when Lynette
worked here, did you guys
ever talk about guys?

All the time.
Anyone in particular?

Well, that's the problem,
there wasn't anyone.

I kept telling her, Lynnie, you
gotta put yourself out there.

She thought she
was too fat.

I gave her the number of my
aunt's doctor out in Queens.
He does liposuction.

Half the price as these
shysters in the city.

Then she ended up on
American Goddess.
Now she's a high roller.

What do you mean, high roller?
Well, look at her.

She's a knockout. Every time she
comes here the guys' tongues
practically fall on the floor.

When she comes in,
is there anyone she
flirts with, anyone special?

She certainly seems to
have the hots for Hal.

Who's Hal?
The manager.

Yeah, you know,
I, uh, I heard about Lynette.

It's terrible.

You dating her?

Are you nuts?
Talk about high maintenance.

Shirley says she's been coming
in two, three times a week just
to flirt with you. That true?

Yeah, she's been here.
She was here a couple days ago.
You should have seen her.

Hi, Hal.
Lynette.

Hi.
How you doing?

Ah. New bookkeeper.

Sucks.

Please, sit.

I'm sorry, our, uh,
kitchen's closed

but I can get Marco
to make you some...
Oh, no. No, um, actually,

I'm really here because
I... I'm having a party

and I thought you guys
could cater.

Sure, how many people?
I'm not sure, but,

I want it to be festive.
It's a celebration.

I'm going to be
in Playboy magazine.

Wow. That is great.

Maybe we could
go for drinks some time.

Talk about the party?

I could show you the pictures
in advance if you want.
Would you like that?

So did you ever
meet up with her?

No.
Why not?

She's desperate, right?
You sleep with her
a couple of times,

she's calling you
every second of the day.

Maybe she just wanted to talk.

Yeah, about how fat she is
and how she never works out.

We'll be in touch.

Okay.

Jack. That was
the Submissions Department
from Playboy.

They want you to pose
for Miss November?

Lynette did send them
some photographs.

But guess who
the photographer was.

Surprise me.
Bruce Kaplan,
her future stepfather.

You're, uh...

quite the renaissance man,
aren't you, Mr. Kaplan?

First you're a photographer,
then you're a manager...

What else do you do?

Uh, most of the time now,
real estate with Irene.

Managing Lynette,
it's just part time.

Mm-hmm.

What about these?

Playboy wanted to do
a spread. It was too much
money to turn down.

But Lynette wanted to do it?
Yeah.

I mean, she was terrified.

She said she only wanted to do
the pictures if I shot them.

Of course,
Playboy said no.

So we did some test shots
to try to convince them.

So she wanted
her future stepfather
to take naked pictures of her?

I know how it looks.
I don't think
you do know how it looks.

You get 20 years
to life for kidnapping.

You get five years
for lying to us.
Whoa, ho, ho.

Look.

The only reason I lied about
these pictures is 'cause
when we shot them...

I screwed up.

Look at you. You are a natural.
Come here, follow me.
Okay.

Okay, that is great. That is
great. And you were worried?

Are you sure they're
going to be okay?

Lynette, are you kidding?
They are going to be fantastic.

Lynette, you look so beautiful.

I feel beautiful.

I do.

I really do.

So, so beautiful.

Bruce.

What are you doing?

I don't know.

I'm going to get dressed.

Lynette, I-I-I don't know
what I was thinking.

L-Lynette.

But that is it, okay?
Nothing else happened.
I swear to God.

Does her mother know?

MOTHER:
Bruce told me all about it.

That's why our
relationship works.
We tell each other everything.

But not the FBI.

No, well, I knew how
it'd look for Bruce.

So you chose to protect Bruce
over protecting your own
daughter, right?

Those pictures are not
why Lynette is missing.

How do you know?
I know that Bruce
wouldn't hurt her.

You're not angry with him?
No, why would I be?
She threw herself at him.

He didn't let
her go very far.
Is that what he told you?

Anyway, I made sure she'd never
try that little routine again.

What'd you do?
I went over to her apartment
yesterday morning.

She wasn't there.
I let myself in and I waited.

She must have been
out all night.

She didn't get home until 7:30.

Mom?
How dare you?

What?

You know better
than anyone else.

It's taken years for me
to find someone like Bruce

and now you want
to seduce him away?

What? I didn't...

No, don't even start, Lynette.
Bruce told me everything.

He said that I tried
to seduce him?

Did it happen some other way?

Oh...

Mom...

I have to be
at an appearance

in less than an hour and, um,
I had a really bad night.

Someone else's
fiancee turn you down?

I didn't do anything.
Bruce came on to me.

You lying little bitch.

I'm your daughter.
Why can't you just believe me?

I'm your mother.
It didn't stop you.

It's always stopped me--
from doing anything.

That's why you didn't want me
going on American Goddess.

Because I might
get noticed for once.

That wasn't why. I just didn't
think it was going
to make her happy.

Sounds like you were right. We
think she may have been raped.

What?
That dress she was wearing
that morning had semen on it.

Oh, God, by whom?

We don't know. Maybe if you
would have asked her

why she was so upset,
we would know.

Front desk,
how can I help?
Excuse me.

I'll transfer you
to room service.
Excuse me.

How can I help?
I'll be right with you.
Excuse me.

Front desk, how can I help you?
I'll transfer you to...

This is important, okay?

Should I get the manager.
Well, that depends.

How can I help you?
Have you seen this woman?

Who hasn't? She was on
American Goddess.
Did she stay at this hotel?

She did. She used a gift
certificate from the show
to pay for it.

It was two nights ago.
Was she with anyone?

A man joined her in the lobby.
Thanks.

Yeah, I'll get them to you
as soon as I can.

That was Sam.
She needs photos
to show the hotel clerk,

see if any of our
suspects were there.

Well, Paul Pfeiffer was. It just
came up on his credit card.

Wednesday, same night
as Lynette.

Mm-hmm, and looks like he
got hammered at the bar.

I was having a drink.
With Lynette?

No.
Paul, we know she was there.

Look, we were just supposed
to hang out that night.

Order in Chinese, watch a
movie... like we used to.

That's why you kept
leaving her messages?

Yeah. Finally,
I went over there

and she was on her way out,
so I followed her.

Paul?

What are you
doing here?

I thought we were going to watch
Harold and Maude tonight.

I left you a message at work.

Are you here to meet someone?

It doesn't matter.

You should just go home.

What?

I've practiced saying this
to you a thousand times.

Saying what?

I know we are friends
and, uh... but...

I love you.

And I want us
to be together.

You're repulsed.

No. I'm flattered.

Well, good.

Um...

Paul...

You know how much
you mean to me, right?

It sounds like
there's a "but" coming.

This other person...

this is something I've been
waiting for my whole life.

I'm so sorry.

I watched
Harold and Maude alone.

Why didn't you
tell us this before?
Well, you guys were all over me.

I mean, you had my fingerprints
on the door and I'd followed
her to the hotel.

I just thought it looked bad.

Well, it does.

But we've got your DNA
in the lab, so we'll know
pretty soon how bad.

So go ahead and sit tight and
we'll get back to you as soon as
we know something.

No, that's not him. He was
thinner, better looking.

Okay, how 'bout this one?
Yeah, that's him.

That's definitely
the guy.

So you were at the Litton Hotel
Wednesday night?

Yeah. They've got
a wicked bar there.

Nobody saw you in the bar.
Somebody did see you in the
lobby with Lynette Shaw.

Yeah, I, uh...
I bumped in to her there.

Did you go up
to the room with her?

No. Guys, I've already
told you this. I wasn't
interested in her.

Hal, we found semen all over
the dress she was wearing
that night.

Maybe she got lucky.
It just seems like
a big coincidence.

Her being in love with you,
your being at the same hotel.

Am I going to need
a lawyer here?
Do you?

Hal, no one is saying
you did anything, okay?

We're just trying to figure out
what happened that night.

Look, let's say you banged her.
Big deal. We're not trying
to bust you for that.

I mean, I've got to admit,
if I could have gone there,
I would have gone there.

A couple scotches,
you bang the "American Goddess,"

I mean, come on,
that's a story, right?

Yeah, a horror story.

What, was it a long night?
No, the night was fine,
it was okay.

The next morning
that was the problem.

You don't want to see me again?

Look, um...

It was one night,
alright?

Let's not make it
a big deal.

It wasn't good?
I thought you had a nice time.

No, it was fine.
Look, I got to go.

Is there something wrong
with me

I know, my ears,
they're funny, and...

My arms, I didn't
work out for a long time.

It's not your ears or arms.
Is it the scars?

Whatever it is,
I can change it.
Shut up!

This is my first time.
Oh, and it's my problem?

I gave myself to you.

I did this for you.

You're disgusting.

Everything about you
disgusts me.

It was a nightmare.

Is that how you get off,
treating women like garbage?

I don't treat women
like garbage, okay?

This girl was messed up.
Maybe she has father issues,
I don't know.

You know what? I don't want
to know. The point is, she was
asking for it. Okay?

You know what I'm talking about.
No, I don't.

Restaurant employees confirm
Hal Dearborn's alibi.
He was there all morning.

Well, we don't have anything
on Paul or Bruce either.

You alright?
Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

I'm just thinking.

In the 12 hours
before Lynette went missing,

she was rejected by her mother,
her best friend,

the man of her dreams,
and her plastic surgeon.

I mean, all this girl ever
wanted was to be loved.

That's why she went on that damn
show in the first place.

She's sitting in her dressing
room and realizes that
all the surgery,

the training, the diets,
they didn't change anything.

She's unhappier
than she's ever been.

I think she's the one
that trashed that dressing room.

She couldn't take it anymore.

She was trying to escape.
So what, you think she
went off and killed herself?

That's the only thing
that makes sense.

Yeah, but why haven't
we found her? We've searched
all the hotels...

Wait a sec. Danny's got a point.
We know this girl wanted
to be loved, right?

But for her, she believed
in order for that to happen,
she had to be perfect.

Maybe she went to get
more surgery.

Where? I mean, according
to Dr. Sing, nobody would
touch her.

Wait a minute. The cook at the
restaurant where she worked
suggested that Lynette

go see a doctor that was giving
half-price liposuctions
in Queens.

Hello?

Anybody here?

Hi. We're here
to see Dr. Varick.

Do you have an appointment?

Yes.

He's out of the office. Is there
something I can help you with?

Yeah, we have some questions
about one of his patients,
Lynette Shaw.

Yeah, she had surgery yesterday.

For what?

For what?

I just want it all undone.

What do you mean?

My nose, my cheeks,
my breasts, everything.

I just want them to be
what they used to be.

Why?

You're beautiful.

You're my niece's idol.

Tell your niece
to pick someone else to idolize.

I'm a freak.

I just want to go back
to being Lynette...

boring, average Lynette.

So what did Dr. Varick do?
He took out her implants.

Breasts, cheeks,
and redid her nose.

Were there any complications?
No.

We sent her to the
recovery center afterwards
like we always do.

Would you mind
calling over there and
see if she's still there?

Sure.
Thanks.

Clancy, it's Amanda over
at Dr. Varick's office.

Is Lynette Shaw
still over there?

You sure?

Okay, thanks.

Is there a problem?
She said Lynette
never checked in.

How was she supposed
to get there?
I'm not sure.

Usually I arrange transfer
for the patients,

but yesterday Dr. Varick told me
he'd take care of it.

Danny and Martin checked
with the country club.

Varick didn't show up
for his game.

We've got an APB on his car.
Background checks

show, five years ago he was
arrested in North Carolina

when a patient died on his
table. Now he's practicing
without a license.

I also ran Varick's accounts.
He took $500 out of an ATM
around 8:00 last night,

which would be
right after the surgery.
The ATM's in Chinatown.

Pretty far from
his office in Queens.

Nowhere near the
recovery center.
Right.

Paid cash. Say nobody
bother him.

Was he with anyone?
No, just him.

What room?
215.

We'll need the key.

FBI!

Get on the ground now!
Get down!

I didn't do anything!
Get down!

Get on the floor!
She's going to be okay.

Clear.
This is Agent Fitzgerald.

We need NYPD and
an ambulance, now.

Lynette?

Lynette.

I'm Danny Taylor.
I'm with the FBI.

We've been looking for you.

Where's Paul?

Hey.

I just want to let you know
we found Lynette.

Is she okay?

She's gonna be.

She's at New York Hospital.
You know, she's been
asking about you.

She has?

You should go see her, Paul.

I will.

Good luck.

Thanks.

Hey.
Hey.

She going to be okay?
It looks that way.

Apparently she had an allergic
reaction to the anesthetics
that Varick gave her.

He didn't take her to the
hospital because he doesn't
have a license.

Lucky you got there
when you did. Good job.

You, too.

Guess you won't be so hard
on those Fit and Thin girls
anymore, huh?

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

It's just that I know
I'm a good person on the inside.

But nobody gets a chance to see
that because of the way I look
on the outside.

If I could just change
the way I look,

my life would be so much better.