All language subtitles for Model for Murder (2016)

( Music playing )

All right, move your hair back.

Drop the shoulder.

Good.

That's it.

Remember... you
love safe sex.

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There you go. Right there.

Yo... that's perfect.

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Lose the top.

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That's it.

Love it.

Amy, pop in for a touch up.

Sure.

Phillip, I can't thank you enough

for taking these pictures for me.

My manager, David, said
if they're good enough,

the magazine might make
it their centerfold.

And, as soon as I heard that,

well, I knew there
was only one shooter

that could guarantee
a great photograph.

Well, thanks, Audrey,

but a picture is only
as good as its model.

So, how could I go wrong?

Sure are beautiful, Miss Elks.

Thank you, dear, you're so sweet.

Just a few more, and then
we'll switch outfits.

Phillip, listen.

I wanted to talk to you about

that Sports Monthly shoot.

I heard the magazine has hired you

to shoot all the girls for
their special swimsuit issue.

That's right, they have.

As you know,

whoever gets the
cover of that issue,

well, they could

practically write their own
ticket in this business.

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

I need that cover, Phillip.

I'm sure you do,

but so does every other
model on that list.

I can't imagine you won't
get the cover, Miss Elks.

They'd be foolish not to pick you.

I'm glad you think so, Amy,

but unfortunately,

you're not on the
judging committee.

And neither am I.

No... but you're
taking the pictures.

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

extra special.

Audrey... I like you.

I really do.

But I'm gonna make sure

every single picture
I take is beautiful.

Don't stress.

Those other women can't
hold a candle to you.

Except for that Jocelyn.

She's my biggest competition.

Are you sure there's nothing

you can do?

I mean, Jocelyn's pictures

don't have to be great, do they?

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

I give my best on every
single assignment.

I'm sorry, Amy,

could you excuse us, please?

I thought we had another
wardrobe change to shoot.

It's all right.

I think the session's over.

You can go home.

Okay, Phillip, I'll
see you tomorrow.

See you.

Now, If I wasn't mistaken,

I could swear that you
were trying to seduce me,

and influence how I shoot models.

Oh, Phillip, whatever
gave you that idea?

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All right, the sun's in
the perfect position.

The lighting's right.

Let's make this count.

Bring on the sexy.

All right, bring your head
up just a little bit.

- Like that?
- That's perfect.

You see, David?

Do you see what I'm talking
about? Look at her!

That's what I'm up against. Her!

With her perfect smile

and perky breasts.

I know, Audrey.

I'll bet her management
doesn't have

her doing floor
wax conventions.

Hey, hey, that was a good gig.

Standing behind a
booth for four hours

while balding, middle-aged
mendiscuss linoleum?

I've had enough, David!

You are overreacting.

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

Audrey, sweetheart.

You can't leave me.

I've been your manager for years.

Oh... I discovered you.
I made you.

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

When you started with me,

you were nothing!

Yeah, that's right!

And I don't wanna end
up being nothing.

We got it.

Great shoot.

How did I do, Phillip?

Amazing as always.

The magazine's gonna love these.

I really, really want that cover.

Yeah... everyone does.

I don't think you understand.

I really, really want this.

Listen, I'm just the photographer.

Don't try to fool me, Phillip.

We both know you have influence
on the judging committee.

And your pictures are the
ones being judged, right?

Come over to my studio tonight.

We'll go over the shots

and discuss it.

I'll be there.

Audrey!

We're ready for you.

Coming.

That's it, David.

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

Pff, okay.

Bitch.

Remember, Phillip, I'm
counting on you.

Relax.

It'll be perfect.

What's wrong?

Why are you stopping?

Lost the best light.

Why?

'Cause you spent too long
taking pictures of that skank?

No, Audrey, because the
sun moves across the sky.

I can't control nature.

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

Let's move down the beach a bit.

We'll get some good light there

in about an hour
or so.- An hour?!

You want it to be perfect, right?

Of course.

Then we wait.

( Sighing )

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

Don't wander too far.

We'll only have the right
light for a little bit.

Don't worry, I'll be
ready when you are.

Women.

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

Try telling her that.

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What are you doing here?

Oh!

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Parker, I got an I.D. on our Vic.

You gonna make me guess, O'Neill?

Audrey Elks.

She's a fashion model.

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

She picked the wrong day to
be wandering around the cove.

Yeah, I'd say.

Looks like someone
clocked her good.

Mm-hmm, I'm willing to bet

that's the murder
weapon right there.

Tag it. Take it back to the lab.

All right.- What do we know
about the guy who found her?

His name's David Johnson.

He's Audrey's manager.

He was here today on the shoot.

I got him, the photographer,

the photographer's assistant
standing by for questioning.

All right, let's go
get some answers.

So, it was time to shoot

and Audrey hadn't shown up yet.

We were losing

lighting and I decided
to go look for her.

Parker: Why did she leave?

She said she wanted to take a
walk while we were waiting?

Okay, go ahead.

I walk down to the beach

and I go in the direction
I saw here leave and...

when I got to the caves,

that's when I found her.

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

What do you mean?

I was her manager.

I understand, but was it

strictly professional?

Okay, it is now.

Or, it was, but it wasn't always.

You had an intimate
relationship with her?

What does that have
to do with anything?

Would you mind answering
the question?

All right, yes.

O'Neill: Why did it end?

She ended it.

Relationships end all the time.

She said she didn't have time
for a relationship because

of her busy career.

Did you resent that?

How could I? I respected it.

And there were no
problems between you?

No, none at all.

Oh, come on. That's bull shit!

Hey, stay out of this, Philip.
- Why?

Sir, you have something
you'd like to add?

Yeah, I sure do.

Audrey and him had been
fighting over contracts.

That's not true.-
Of course it is.

She told me she had her doubts

about you when you first met.

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

She didn't know any better.

Don't be ridiculous.

She signed with me because I was

the only one willing to
give here a chance...

and because we had a
special chemistry.

How long did you know Miss Elks?

For about two years.

I met Audrey at some party

and I thought she would
be good for modeling,

so I was gonna give her a chance.

But it was more than that.

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Gosh, David, this is
all happening so fast.

Once you sign on the dotted line,

you can't imagine how
fast things will go.

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

Well, here goes nothing.

You understand, Audrey, that I...

I think of you as more
than just a client.

Thank you.

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

I feel the same.

You do?

'Cause I think we can
go places together.

Well, I'm in.

Where are we going first?

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So, that's how it began.

Pff, another lie.

How would you know? Were you there?

I know Audrey.

Okay, enough, you too!

What can you tell us about
the events of today?

Not a lot. I was working on
the girls most of the day.

Girls? Who else was there?

Uh, Jocelyn.

She's one of the other models.

And where is she now?- She
left right after the shoot.

Okay, well, we'll
need to talk to her,

so what's her full name?

It's just Jocelyn.

You know, like Cher.

It was her thing.

But I can give you her number.

There was one other thing.

Yes?

I saw Audrey and David arguing.

Arguing about what?

I couldn't really hear very much,

but they looked really angry.

Mr. Johnson?

That's nonsense.

We were discussing her schedule.

Sometimes there's
conflicts, you know?

I know.

Okay, everyone, listen up.

We're gonna let you go
for now, but we will

wanna talk to you again, so please

be sure to make
yourselves available.

So, what do you think?

I don't know, could be the manager.

We only have his word that
he found her like he said.

Yeah, but why?

If he wanted to keep
her under contract,

what good would killing her do?

Well, they were arguing
about something.

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

Looks pretty thin.

Paper thin.

Maybe the autopsy will give us

something to go on.

Maybe, but I doubt it.

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

little group of beachcombers, see
what that turns up.

Okay.

O'Neill: Well, Doc, anything?

Not much.

Time of death was between

10:00 and 11:00 a.m.

That fits. Cause of death?

Cerebral hemorrhage caused
by blunt force trauma.

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

As suspected,

the rock was the murder weapon.

Hmm. Yeah, this is definitely
a crime of opportunity.

The murderer grabbed
whatever was available.

Had to be.

No one knew she was gonna
be walking down the beach.

Doctor, how much force
would be needed

to cause an injury like that?

Not a tremendous amount, but
this was no accident.

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

Nothing rules that out.

Hmm, could've been my ex-wife.

Ha, if that was the
case, it would be

you on the slab here
instead of her.

Yeah.

Wait... ex-wife?

Yeah, got the paperwork
this morning.

You can put a for kin the
marriage... it's done.

Sorry, I didn't know.

No, it was bound to happen.

Hey, you guys wanna
take this little

soap opera on
outside of here?

I got some work to do.

Sorry, doctor.

Don't suppose there's any chance of
finger prints on the murder weapon.

Hardly.

We did recover some
DNA trace evidence.

Lab's taking a look
at it right now.

Don't get your hopes up though.

It's probably from the victim.

Okay. Thanks, doc.

O'Neill: Why are you
suggesting a woman?

I thought the manager

was the suspect.

He is,

but I'm starting to wonder
about that other model.

Jocelyn?

Yeah, she's the only one
whose whereabouts are

completely unknown at the
time of the killing...

And she's a fitness model.

Did you contact her?

O'Neill: Yeah, I called the
number, left a message.

We gotta find her.

( Phone ringing )

Parker, Homicide.

Okay, Sergeant, we'll
be right there.

What is it?

Background checks just came in.
Let's go.

Can't believe this is happening.

I know. It's a shock.

And the horrible thing is,

she was so mad at methe
last time I saw her.

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

She was just being
temperamental.

That's putting it mildly.

I just wanted her to look her best.

Of course you did.

They just never appreciated you.

Phillip, listen, you're
the real genius here,

not the girls in front of the lens.

You can make anyone a star.

I know you can.

Maybe, but Audrey was different.

She was special, hmm?

Yeah.

I'm just hoping they...
Hope what?

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

Ha, I'd hardly call what
you had a relationship.

( Knocking )

Phillip, I heard
about what happened.

How are you holding up?

I'm okay.

Amy, could you excuse
us for a minute?

I need to speak to
Phillip in private.

Phillip?

It's fine.

It's such a tragedy.

I know.

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

Everyone loved Audrey.

Of course.

Now, tell me.

What's gonna happen
with the cover shoot

now that Audrey's, well, gone.

How could you ask
something like that?

At a time like this?

Of course, how stupid of me.

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

Oh, let me help.

Everything's gonna be all right.

I'm here if you need me.

Why?

Because I care about you.

I always have.

You need to stop thinking
about this for a while.

You need a break.

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( intercom beeping)

Amy: Phillip, the police
are here to see you.

Oh, damn it!

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

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

You understand.

I do, but eventually you're
gonna have to talk to them.

Yeah, just not right now.

Please don't tell them I was here.

I'll go out the back way.

All right.

Thanks so much.

Send them in, Amy.

Can I help you, officers?

Yeah, we just have a few
follow up questions.

Go ahead.

We've been doing
some checking and it

seems you have quite
the reputation.

What's that supposed to mean?-
It means there's a string

of broken hearts across
town with your name on it.

Ha... that's ridiculous.

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

Audrey was different.

Did you date Audrey?

I don't call it dating, exactly.

Then, what would you
call it, exactly?

Look, I loved Audrey.

It was very clear that she
was only interested in what

I could do for her career.

Did that upset
you? Make you jealous?

Ha, of course not.

I did whatever I could for her.

I loved her.

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

Hmm, I know what you mean.

Okay, that will be all for now.

If we could have the room,

we'd like to talk to Amy now.

Yeah, just lock it up.

Sure thing. Good night, Phillip.

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

Almost three years.

And how well did you know Audrey?

Pretty well.

As good as anyone knew her, I
guess... professionally.

As a make-up artist, you obviously
work with the models a lot, right?

That's right.

Did Audrey tell you
about anybody that

wanted to hurt her?

Any enemies she
might have had?

Not really, you know,

the modeling business
is pretty dog eat dog.

You know, everyone's
after the same gig.

Anyone in particular Audrey
didn't get along with?

Just one... Jocelyn.

What was their beef?

Audrey found out some
things about Jocelyn.

You know, things that
Jocelyn didn't want

anyone to know... the sort of things

that could really ruin her career.

And I think Audrey was
about to reveal all that

to hurt Jocelyn's
chance at the cover.

What kind of things?

( Music playing )

Announcer: And now, gentlemen,

let's give it up for Jasmine.

( Music playing )

♪ She's a thorn in my side ♪

♪ Everything around her dies ♪

♪ Drama queen, a bit too much ♪

♪ Makes you turn to stone
from just one touch ♪

♪ Turn to stone ♪

♪ From just one touch, oh, yeah ♪

♪ Little Miss Miserable ♪

♪ Even though she's so beautiful ♪

♪ Making everything so difficult ♪

♪ She's little Miss ♪

♪ Miserable, oh, yeah ♪

♪ She's got a heart
that's completely black ♪

♪ Bad things, she attracts ♪

♪ Your happiness is
ripped and torn ♪

♪ She'll make you wish
you were never born ♪

♪ Make you wish you were ♪

♪ Never born, oh, yeah ♪

♪ She's little Miss Miserable ♪

♪ Can't believe all the
stunts she pulls ♪

♪ She comes across so pitiful ♪

♪ She's little Miss Miserable ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ She'll pull you in ♪

♪ To her negative energy ♪

♪ Then she begins ♪

♪ To rip you to pieces ♪

♪ Rip you to ♪

♪ Pieces... ♪

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♪ She's little Miss Miserable ♪

♪ Even though she's so beautiful ♪

♪ Making everything so difficult ♪

♪ She's little Miss
Miserable, oh, yeah ♪

♪ Little Miss Miserable ♪

♪ Can't believe all the
stunts she pulls ♪

♪ She comes across so pitiful ♪

♪ She's little Miss Miserable ♪

♪ Little Miss Miserable ♪

♪ Little Miss ♪

♪ Miserable, oh, yeah ♪

What are you
guys doing here?

Have a seat, "Jasmine."

We have a lot to talk about.

( Sighing )

Okay, so you guys know.

I'm a stripper.

What's the big deal?

It pays my rent, you know.

Yeah, I bet it does.

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

That she was threatening
to expose you.

That would cost you some lucrative

contracts, I'm sure,

not to mention a chance
at that magazine cover.

Is that why you, uh...

knocked her off?

What century are you
guys living in?

No one in this business gives

a rat's ass that I do this.

And even if it made the 10:00 news,

it's not worth killing
someone over.

But the getting the Sports
Monthly swimsuit cover

would certainly help get you
out of this place, right?

You're damn right it would.

Yeah, and Audrey was your
biggest competition.

You guys are barking
up the wrong tree.

Every girl in this business is

my biggest competition.

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

I was on my phone
booking the next gig.

You can check my phone records.

Oh, we already did.

But it's your cell phone.

There's no way to know exactly

where you were when
you made that call.

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

Yeah, I have a great provider.

Look,

let me save you guys some time

and tell you who killed her.

It's that guy David.

Audrey's manager?

Yeah, he's a real scum bag.

Tried to manage me a few years ago,

and I was not having any of it.

He was busier trying
to get into my pants

than he ever was managing me.

I'm sure it was the
same for Audrey.

And if she got fed up
with it too, well,

I wouldn't put it past
him to bash her head in.

Thanks for your insight.

Look, I gotta get back to work.

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

I guess you know whereto
find me if you need me.

So?

Back to square one?

Our initial suspect?

Maybe.

We'll talk to him in the morning.

Yeah, but not first thing,

'cause I gotta drop some paper
work at my lawyer's office.

Sorry.

I imagine it's been tough on you.

I mean, she just never
told me why, you know?

Why I wasn't enough.

It's the job.

I can't tell you how many marriages

go south in the department.

That's why I never got married.

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

Yeah, well, you're
the smart one.

Let's get out of here.

( Knocking on door )

Mr. Johnson,

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

Do we really have to do this now?

I'm in kind of a rush.

We just have a few questions.

It won't take long.

( Sighing )All right.

Come on in.

Let's make this quick, please.

I got places to be.

Sure, Mr. Johnson.

We met this morning
with a representative

from the Triangle Modeling Agency.

Really?

And, as you know,

they're one of the largest
modeling agencies in town.

( Chuckling )

I'm aware of that.

Well, they shared something
very interesting with me.

Did you know that Audrey had
contacted them a few weeks ago

and they set up an
appointment to meet with her

a few days from now, regarding
new representation?

Yeah, so what?

Care to revise your earlier
statement, Mr. Johnson?

Of course not.

She was just trying to
light a fire under my ass,

so I'd work harder for her.

Some girls do that.

That doesn't mean I killed her.

Audrey was on her way up,

and you're strictly small time.

That's why she wanted to leave.

I couldn't get her the contracts

or the endorsements
that she wanted.

She didn't warrant them.

She wasn't a big enough player.

Every girl thinks
she's a super model,

but most of them are
just kidding themselves.

This morning, when I met
with Triangle Modeling,

they shared this with me.

It's a recording of

a voice mail they say you
left them three days ago.

Johnson on tape: Listen to
me, you son of a bitch!

Audrey Elks is my client.

If you keep trying to poach her,

there will be serious hell to pay.

"Serious hell to pay?"

I meant legal hell.

Jesus Christ!

Audrey and I had an
iron-clad contract.

I told those guys at Triangle
that I would sue them

for everything they had.

Well, we also accessed
Audrey's cell phone

voice mail, and we found this.

Johnson on tape: What the
hell is your problem?

You were nothing when
I found you, nothing!

And if you try to walk
out on our contract,

believe me, I'll make
you nothing again.

You hear me, you little bitch?!

Well, I...

David Johnson, you are under arrest
for the murder of Audrey Elks.

You have the right
to remain silent.

You're crazy!

This isn't even
circumstantial evidence.

My lawyer will have
me out in an hour.

Sir, you have the right
to remain silent.

I suggest you use it.

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Hello.

Amy, It's Phillip.

Did you hear?

Hear what?

They arrested David
for Audrey's murder.

David?

Really? Are you sure?

Yeah, I knew it was
him. I told you so.

I guess you were right.

I wonder what kind of evidence
they have against him.

I'm not sure, but
they've arrested him,

so they must have something.

I guess so.

Listen, how about I come
over the relater tonight?

You can fill me in on the details.

Sure, I'm at the studio.

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Mmm, another.

O'Neill.

Hey.

Got your message. What's up?

Nothing's up.

I just thought you
might want to join me

in celebrating our arrest
in our homicide case.

Uh, bartender.

A drink for this
beautiful, lovely lady.

I'll have a beer.

Looks like you got an early start.

How many is that for you?

Uh... who's counting?

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

Uh, why not?

The killer's in custody, a
beautiful girl's

murder is solved, my ex-wife

moved in with her new boyfriend.

Yeah, now I know why.

Look... No, no, it's fine.

I'm moving on to bigger
and better things.

Yep. Honestly. Cheers.

All right. That's the
right attitude to have.

Exactly.

Besides, it's her loss anyway,

letting a great guy like you go.

You think so?

Yeah, I've always thought...

Well, it's her loss. That's
all I'm saying.

Yeah, thanks.

We should get some shots.

Uh, don't you think maybe you've

done enough celebrating
for one night?

Yeah, uh, let's get out of here.

Oh!

Whoa!- Sorry.

You okay?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Uh, let's go. My car's
right outside.

Okay, I don't think you're gonna
be doing any driving tonight.

I'm gonna take you home, okay?

You are?
- Come on.

Really? All right.

I want a drink so much.

I guess I'm seriously hammered.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

I'm fine.

Okay.

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

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

( Sighing )

Come on.

You can't go to sleep
with your clothes on.

No, Parker, I got this.

I don't need this.

Parker...

Parker, I...
Shut up.

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Phillip?

Have you learned anything else?

Nah.

They arrested David this morning.

Apparently, he had been
threatening Audrey.

I knew something was up
with him when I saw them

arguing on the beach.

Yeah, well, at least
she got some justice.

You took these?

They're beautiful.

She was beautiful.

You've photographed a lot of

beautiful women over the years, but

I always suspected that she
was special to you somehow.

Yes she was.

But, all those other women?

They didn't mean anything.

That's what I thought.

Listen, there's something
I've been meaning

to tell you for quite some time.

What is it?

We've worked together for
almost three years now

and I'd like to think
that we're close.

Of course we are.

You can tell me anything.

Well, I... I love
you, Phillip.

And I know that I'm
not as beautiful

and I'm not as sexy as

all the models that you're
used to dating, but...

Don't be silly.

What?

You are just as beautiful,

and just as sexy.

Well, that was unexpected.

Yeah... You don't
regret it, do...

Not a bit.

Okay, good. Neither do I.

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

You know the department rules.

What the captain doesn't
know can't hurt him.

Fine by me.

( Phone ringing )

Is that you?

No, it must be you.

Parker, homicide.

No, no, you're not disturbing me.

What can I do for you?

Lab results are in.

They got a DNA hit on
your murder weapon.

On the rock?

( Whispering ) A DNA hit.

Okay, and whose was it?

What?

Okay, thanks.

What? What is it?

We got the wrong guy.

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

Then whose is it?

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Hope this doesn't mean

we can't work together anymore.

Of course not.

What would I be without
my trusty assistant?

It's just, I know that sometimes,

you know, couples have a hard time

working together.

Couples?

Well, yeah.

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

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

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

It was great.

Maybe we can do it again sometime.

Maybe?

I don't know what you think
this was gonna lead to.

I told you that I loved you.

Yeah, that was sweet.

Sweet? I just gave myself to you.

Amy, come on now.

Do you have any idea what

I've done for you?

Whoa! Just hold on a minute.

I've slaved away for you.

I've put with all of your

bimbo models that you were

screwing left and right.

Could we talk about this
please? You don't need the gun.

I killed her for you.

You what?

She didn't love you, Phillip.

Not like I do.

And you were falling for her.

I could tell.

I couldn't allow that.

My God, Amy.

What have you done?

I'm sorry, Phillip.

I mean, if I can't
have you, then...

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no one can.

Hold it!

So, it's as simple as that?
Jealousy?

Oldest motive in the book.

Well, it wasn't that simple.

When we ran a background
check on Amy,

we found that her real
name is Monica Renfield.

She had a rap sheet going
back quite a ways.

She was charged multiple times

for harassment upstate.

Court psychologist
diagnosed her with

having an obsessive
personality.

And she was obsessed
with this photographer?

He was in love Audrey.

She could handle all his
flings with the other models,

but she couldn't handle that.

Love can make you do some
pretty crazy things.

Yeah, it can.

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Parker, homicide.

Right. We're on our way.

What is it?

One case closed, another one opens.

Come on, O'Neill.

We got a dead body just
turned up on the west side.

No rest for the wicked.

See ya, doc.

Pleasant dreams, my dear.

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