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In the criminal justice system,

sexually based offenses are
considered especially heinous.

In New York City,
the dedicated detectives

who investigate
these vicious felonies

are members of an elite squad

known as
the special victims unit.

These are their stories.

I'm scared, mommy.
I want to come home.

If I got a car,
would you pay for it?

Okay.

Oh.

I will never
understand white people.

Cuban-Italian.

It still
doesn't make that right.

Nice view you got there,
partner.

Oh, don't you start.

Nice one.

Hey, Nick, fin,
this is Sam Reynolds.

How y'all doing?

Hey, Sam.

This is my captain
from Atlanta.

Got me transferred up here.

Don Cragen and I go way back.

- We hated to lose this one.
- Mm-hmm.

It's our gain.
Why don't you take over, Sam?

My five-year-old
attacks me at dawn.

You know what?
I'm out of here too.

I just got off a double shift.

Do not bet against Rollins.
She's a shark.

- Hush up. Hush up.
- I know it.

- Night.
- Later.

So, uh, how you doing
up here, anyway?

Uh, New York was a fresh start.

Lord knows I needed it.

Yeah, you had to get out
of dodge, Amanda.

Drunk or not, the deputy chief
was out of line.

I shouldn't have taken it
so personally.

No lasting harm,
no foul, right?

Right.

Uh...

So you, uh...

No, I said "friends."

Anybody that calls you "Rollins"
is another cop, not a friend.

Oh, lord.

Hey, you know
I worry about you.

I know how squirrelly
you can get.

I'm fine, papa bear.

Uh, captain...

Did you forget you're married?

Separated.

I mean...

You can't say we both
haven't thought about it.

I know.

But you're just catching me
by surprise right now.

- I get that. Okay.
- Yeah.

I tell you what--

Why don't I go get us
another round?

- Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
- And--

And you know what? I'm gonna
take this real quick, okay?

Help me! Help me!

Please!

This is detective
Amanda Rollins.

I've got a possible
taxi abduction--

a white female, struggling
in the back of cab medallion

6-q-0-9.

They're heading down attorney
from Houston street South.

Sync & corrections by honeybunny
www.addic7ed.com

Rollins, still here?

What, are you
fishing for O.T.?

No, last night I saw a girl.

It's a possible abduction
in a cab on the lower east side.

It could tie in with
the yellow cab rapist, the sikh.

We have two open cases
from last year.

Okay, anything
more solid to go one?

The medallion number

matches a cab stolen
in Chelsea yesterday,

but the driver's report says
he was struck from behind,

so he never saw the assailant.

The cab turned up
about an hour ago

a couple of blocks
from the Lincoln tunnel.

CSU's going over it now.

And I've got her description
into missing persons,

but no matches yet.

Hey, might've caught a break.

Desperate mother's been calling
every squad in the N.Y.P.D.

Says she got a panicked call
at midnight

from her daughter
who never came home.

Description matches
Rollins's girl.

All right, Rollins,
you saw the girl,

go talk to the mother.

Is this your daughter?

That's Nina three years ago.

She's 19 now.

She's been in and out
of the house for the last year.

Do you have any idea who she
was with when she called you?

No, I don't know
where she goes.

I don't know
who her friends are,

but last night she called me,

and--and she sounded
like a scared kid.

She asked me if I had money
to pay for a ride home.

She said that she was feeling
out of control.

What do you think
she meant by that?

I don't know. She--she's been
going through a phase.

How so?

Like change of hair,
change of clothes?

Try piercings, tattoos.

She got an octopus tattoo
on her left ankle,

and the next thing I know,
she was covered with them.

Has she had
any boyfriend issues lately?

II don't
really know her anymore.

Mrs. Raedo, we're going
to need some DNA samples.

Am I gonna see her again?

That's the girl I saw screaming

- in the back of the cab.
- Almost 12 hours ago.

So let's run her cell records,
find out her last contacts.

Joaquin.

Little bitch.

Detective Amaro, nice suit.

Yeah, why aren't you at school?

This is where the money is.

Detective Amaro will talk
to you about that later.

You recognize this girl?

Yeah, Nina.

She filled out some.
She got some tats.

She's fine.

Tell us where we can find her?

Seems like you want to go
to juvie, hustler.

All right,
I'm not so sure about now,

but she used to be with Pablo.

Pablo.

Is that her boyfriend?
What, he live up on the roof?

Yeah, he got
some pigeons up there.

But take it slow, detective.
Pablo's golden gloves.

Eh, I ain't scared.

That sound like pigeons to you?

More like a love shack.

N.Y.P.D.
Nina Raedo?

- What the hell?
- Nina Raedo in here?

Go away.

Why don't you come with me?

Who's Nina?

Who's Nina?

Easy.

Keep your voice down, huh?
Tiffany's mad jealous.

And I broke up with Nina
three months ago.

The girl was just
too wild for me.

What do you mean--
partying, drugs?

Nah, man,
she liked to cause trouble.

Like one time,
we're at this club,

started coming on
to three dudes

just to bait me
into a fight with them.

Good times.

She make enemies,

playing it close
to the edge like that?

I don't know.
I washed my hands.

And then last night, she comes
over wanting to hook up.

Said she was scared.
She only felt safe with me.

I was like, "Nah."

Sure about that last part?

Tiffany was on her way over.

What time was that, Pablo?

Around midnight.

All right, then you know
how Nina got home.

Car service down the block.

She used it before.

Nina okay?

You want a car,
you got to call.

You see this girl last night?

Yes, I told her the same thing.

You want a car,
you got to call outside.

- So she was here.
- Yeah.

Twice I told her.

She gave me attitude.

Then she said she was gonna look
for another car service.

But there aren't
any others around here.

Right.
So where'd she go?

I saw a cab pull up in front
just as she came out.

I guess she went in.

Hey, I was very busy.

You got cameras in here.

We're gonna need
to see your tapes.

That's her.
That's Nina.

Dispatcher's telling Nina,
"You want a car, you call,

but you got to call
from outside."

Catch-22. This guy
must've been in the army.

Well, there's a cab.

Switch to the outside camera.

That's
the medallion number I saw.

Slow it down.

Push in.

This driver's not our sikh.

He's a white male.
Can you isolate on him?

Any hits on her
cell phone after this?

No.

All right, well,
we know she was abducted.

The question now is,
when's she gonna turn up?

You said we had to see this
for ourselves?

Just came in an hour ago.

A young woman's left leg,
freshly severed.

With an octopus tattoo
on her ankle.

Some guy fishing off his
boat on the Gowanus Canal

reeled in the leg.

The description
matched Nina's tattoo.

We're running the DNA.

Pretty clean cut.

I'd say it was done
with a surgical saw.

And there's still evidence

of living response to trauma
in the bony tissues.

You mean Nina
could've been alive

when her leg was amputated.

There was anesthetic
in the marrow.

Why go to that trouble
for a corpse?

So a healthy leg,

cleanly severed
from a living person.

I mean, I've heard of that
in drug wars,

but I don't think
that's what this is.

No.
There's something else.

A fisherman reeled it in?

Nobody fishes
in the Gowanus Canal.

It's so polluted,
it's a superfund site.

So you got your workshop
all set up here

right beside your houseboat.

Guess that makes you
pretty self-contained, huh?

I--I'm the river keeper.

E-everything I need
is down here--

the scraps for my inventions,
the fish I eat for dinner.

What doesn't kill you
makes you stronger, huh?

So you're telling us
you found the leg

when you were fishing?

You'd be surprised
what comes floating by.

I found a tiger cage once...

No tiger, though.

What do you do
with this band saw?

I didn't use it
to cut anybody's leg off.

See? See?

This is why
I don't trust the cops.

Right now
we'd really appreciate

a little cooperation, okay?

Or we could just tear up
your workshop

looking for evidence.

Look around if you have to.

Bring on the luminol
and the U.V. lights.

You won't find blood.

I was just trying to do
the right thing...

Same as I did 11 years ago.

What happened 11 years ago?

I found that other leg.

Isn't that why
you guys are here?

- Did you notify the police?
- Yeah.

Wasn't much
follow-through, though.

They got kind of busy.

It was three days before
the planes hit the towers.

This Gowanus guy
was telling the truth.

He fished it out of the canal
11 years ago.

Female, amputated two inches
above the knee.

And it got set aside
and left in a fridge

at the city forensic
anthropology department.

Fin and Rollins found saws
at his workshop.

- Is there any way that--
- No. I already checked.

Both of these women lost their
left legs to surgical saws.

It's a different kind
of scoring on the bone.

Wait. So both were
totally healthy limbs,

- removed professionally?
- Yes.

And the marrow
in both bones had traces

of the same anesthetic--
propofol.

What about the reaction
in the bony tissue?

Was this victim alive
when her leg was cut off?

I can't be sure,
but I think so.

Good luck.

Yeah.

Liv,
what are we looking at here?

I have no idea.

Well, it just got weirder.

- Crime lab got a DNA hit.
- On Nina?

No, on this leg.

And the woman it belongs to...

She's still alive.

Lisa Everly.

Yeah?

- Can we talk to you a minute?
- I'm not soliciting.

We know that.
That's not why we're here.

We're just--

we wanted to ask you
about your leg.

What's it to you?
Your boyfriend into that?

Can you tell us what happened?

It got cut off.
It was a long time ago.

- I'm not looking back, so...
- But whoever did this,

he needs to pay
for what he did to you.

He already paid.

Excuse me?

For 25 grand, you can do
whatever you want to me too.

Wait.
You took money

in exchange for letting someone
cut off your leg?

I don't expect you
to understand

if you never been
that far down.

I was already
destroying myself anyway.

I was gonna get clean,
go upstate...

But all the money
went straight into my veins.

We just really need to know
who did this to you.

Just another John.

I was so messed up back then,

I wouldn't recognize him
if I saw him again.

But do you remember
where it happened?

Eh...

He had a room at the...

Palace on bowery.

Were you under anesthetic?

Yeah, it was good stuff...

But weird.

I was pretty
out of it afterwards.

I don't remember anything else,

and I'm not good
with details now.

The palace hotel
used to be a flophouse.

Now, down the block,

they're getting two grand
a night for a suite.

I'm still trying to--

Are we really looking
for somebody

who pays for the pleasure
of amputating women's limbs?

Nina wasn't paid, captain.
She was abducted.

Okay, so he's escalating?

Or maybe he's just burned
through all the willing victims,

and now he's moved on
to the unwilling ones?

Well, I know
it's been three days,

but if Lisa survived,
maybe Nina's alive too.

Maybe not.

Body just turned up
near the Gowanus Canal.

Is it her?

That poor girl.

Hope she was still under
when she went.

Cause of death:

Heart failure from a drug reaction.

She was full of propofol.

- Any sign of sexual assault?
- Not that I can see.

All the damage to her body
was done surgically.

So he puts her
under general anesthetic

to cut off her leg,

and he accidentally
administers too much?

Or maybe he was done with her,

and he deliberately
left her to die.

There's something else
I need to show you.

She had ear-pointing surgery.

What?

A small wedge of cartilage
is removed

from the ear,
then sewn into a point.

Uh

well, it--I mean,
these cuts are fully healed.

It's not from the same attack.

I was getting to that.

She had this done a while ago.

And the tattoos
and the piercings

are even older, right?

Her body--it's a record of her
journey into body modification.

How does that

track with her leg
being forcibly amputated?

Well, that's your job.

What I can tell you
about the subculture

is it pushes the edge.

Tattoos used to be subversive.

Now kindergarten teachers
have them,

which means the fringe
has to go even further.

I've seen stretched earlobes,
forked tongues,

steel plates
implanted under the skin.

Amputation
is the next frontier.

So maybe for Nina,
the tattoo and the piercings

was like a gateway drug,
and whoever did this to her...

Was maybe somebody
that she met from this world.

So we just follow her path.
I mean, look--

this tattoo right here
is distinctive.

Looks like it even has
an embedded signature.

The artist shouldn't be
too tough to track.

- Kenji Yashimi?
- Not now.

This your work?

Yeah, a personal favorite
from two years ago--

one of a kind.

Yeah, well,
you can do it again.

The girl who had it is dead.

Can you sit tight?

Nina's dead?
What happened to her?

When's the last time
you saw her?

About six months ago.

That's around the time
Nina got her ears pointed.

- That your work too?
- No.

I mean, Nina came in asking
about having that work done,

but like I told her,
we have a celebrity clientele.

I don't do job stoppers.

"Job stoppers"?

Face tattoos, elf ears,

idiotic fads for people
too young to realize

they'll never have a career
after that.

You know
what I'm talking about--

that white tat.

Classy.

Do you have any idea
who she might've gone to?

Yeah, go bother Seth Moretz.

I heard him talking to Nina
about elf ears.

- Chick was obsessed.
- Seth works here?

Not anymore.

I fired him after I caught him
trying to steer my clients

towards his
body-mod business.

- Hey, Seth.
- Come on.

Look, I don't have time
for this.

I need to drop this bike off.

No, actually, you're gonna
have to hold up here a minute.

We need to talk to you
about Nina Raedo.

Nina who?

The girl you talked to
about getting the Spock ears.

Not Spock, grandpa--Arwen...

You know, Liv Tyler...

Lord of the Rings.

So you did talk to Nina
about operating on her ears.

You're not gonna get me on that.

I don't mess
with peoples' ears...

Except with my music.

Oh, yeah?

What do you use this for?

Just to fill up my bike tires.

Really? You need a face mask
to--to fill up your bike tires?

We got a tank
of nitrous oxide--

serial numbers on it
and everything.

Guess what.
You're going for a ride.

And you won't need
your bicycle.

Hi.
Can I help you?

Yeah, we're looking
for Dr. Gene Brightman.

He is in with a patient
right now.

Yeah.

Uh, doctor,
I need you up front.

Jess,
I'm about to start a crown.

How can I help you?

Yeah, we have a few questions.

Is there a more private place
to speak?

Jess,
keep Mrs. leary calm.

Don't ask her about her kids.

This way.

What is this about?

It's a police investigation.

Nina Raedo--
she a patient of yours?

No, I don't think so.
Why?

You missing
any nitrous oxide tanks?

Not that I'm aware of.

Well, we found one
where it shouldn't be

and traced it back
to your office.

You know a Seth Moretz?

For God's sake.
That imbecile.

How do you know him?

He used to date Jess,
the receptionist.

I thought
she'd gotten rid of him.

So it is possible that he stole

a nitrous tank
from your office.

This kid--
anything's possible.

I'll have Jess do an inventory.

Better do it yourself.
She's gone.

Jess Hardwick is not answering
her cell phone.

We put her apartment
under surveillance.

What else do we know about her?

No priors, she worked
for the dentist for five years.

Dr. Brightman swears by her.
He blames her boyfriend.

Uh-huh.
That's fair enough.

Let's see who
the boyfriend blames.

Bad news, Seth--

Talked to Dr. Brightman.

He's pressing charges
for a stolen nitrous tank.

What do you care about that,
seriously?

I didn't know dentists
qualified as special victims.

Well, they don't,
but Nina does.

Nina?

I-I--what is that?
I don't--

I-I-I had nothing
to do with that.

You telling me
you don't know her?

Look hard.
And don't lie.

She might've come
into the old shop.

You mean Kenji Yashimi's
tattoo parlor.

He told us that he fired you
for doing elf ears.

Did you do hers?

No, that--that's wrong.
I swear.

I-I-I'm not good
with snipping and sewing.

Oh, okay, now I get it.
He's just the steerer.

It's his girlfriend, Jess,
who does the operations, right?

So where is she?

- I don't know.
- Hey, wake up, Seth!

We already got you for
possession of stolen property,

and you're this close
to homicide.

I didn't touch Nina--
I swear.

It was Jess. She did her ears.
She's got the skills.

Seth, where is she?

Try Coney Island--

Freak Night
at the Mermaid Hotel tonight.

She'll be there, working.

You need a password to get in.

You got a tattoo.
I never noticed.

Yeah, my little reward for
getting through march madness

without putting down a bet.

Good for you.

Not what I expected.

It's a little tame
for freak night.

Yeah.

Ready to party?

Who are you?

I hardly know, sir,
just at present.

Enjoy your evening.

Damn.

Oh, my God.
Your ears are gorgeous.

- Do you mind if I stare?
- Not at all. Go ahead.

She's been thinking
about getting hers done.

Yeah.
Did it hurt?

Not if you know who to go to.

Yours are the best
I've ever seen.

Do you mind?
Who did them?

Go see Jess.

She's working tonight--

cash only, like, 600 bucks.

- Baby?
- Anything you want, boo.

You know I got you.

She's in the truck out back.

Great. And my man can come,
right? He likes to watch.

Jess is cool with that.

Open it up.

N.Y.P.D., stop!

Drop the blade.

Okay.

You don't need the guns.

Coming out.

Let me get this straight,

you see yourself
as helping people

be the architects
of their own body.

Exactly.

I thought that's
what gyms are for,

not blades and syringes.

Plastic surgeons change
people's appearance every day--

face-lifts, nose jobs,
breast implants.

Except they have
medical licenses, and you don't.

And they buy their equipment,
not steal it like you do.

Jess, we know
about your side business.

We know you altered
Nina Raedo's ears.

Yeah, and that was her choice.

And what about amputating
her leg?

Was that her decision too?

Uh...

I'm sorry.
What?

You injected her with propofol,

cut off her leg,

except something went wrong,
and Nina ended up dead.

Nina's dead.

Yeah.
Tell us how it happened.

You didn't mean to give her too
much, must've been a mistake.

I'm--I'm sorry.
This is wr--

This is all wrong.
I...

I would never use anything
stronger than Lidocaine.

I would never get involved
in an operation like that.

No?

What happened
to your leg, then?

This?

I lost it to bone cancer
when I was 15.

Took a lot of work...

But now I'm proud...

'Cause I'm extraordinary.

I help people achieve

their own perception of beauty.

It's a vision
of their true selves.

But I would never, ever
subject someone

to what I have been through.

Well, that was
a pretty moving story.

Anybody else having a problem
choking it down?

Well, she's saying
that she helps empower people

through body modification

and draws a clear line
at amputation.

- And I believe her.
- I don't.

She and her boyfriend
been robbing dentists blind--

nitrous, surgical tools.

We need to at least
check and see

if she's been stealing
anesthetic too.

I agree.

This dentist she works for,
Brightman--

what kind of practice
does he have?

His brochure
says it's cosmetic.

Okay, good. Then he shouldn't
be ordering propofol.

Check with the controlled
substance database,

see what's on his scrip pads
and who's signing them.

So Gene Brightman--

he's written prescriptions for
oxycontin, Percocet, Vicodin...

Heavy-duty painkillers,

but no surgical anesthetics
in the last six months.

- So Jess was telling the truth.
- Maybe.

But something strange
did pop up.

I found several prescriptions
for propofol

under the name
"Dr. Hal Brightman."

Okay, one six months ago,

one from two weeks
before Nina disappeared.

Was it a mistake
in the data entry?

It doesn't seem that way.

Different doctor,
different address.

Ordering
heavy-duty anesthetic?

What kind of surgery
does he do?

Well, that's just it.
He doesn't.

He's a psychiatrist.

Nina Raedo...

No.
I don't know that name.

Can I ask what this is about?

Is this your prescription?

Propofol?

There's no way
this came from my office.

I have no use for anesthetic.

But is that
your prescription pad?

Yes, but it's not my signature.

Go through my order history.

I don't even like
to prescribe Prozac.

I still believe
in the talking cure.

So does anyone else have
access to your prescription pad?

I guess anyone who works in
a pharmacy that my patients use

and any of the assistants
I've had over the years.

When did this start?

We're looking at over
five years--sporadic orders.

My God.

There's another possibility.

That drug can be used
recreationally.

Some of my patients
have substance-abuse problems.

Okay, well,
we'll need their names.

I want to find whoever this is,

but I can't violate
confidentiality--

you know that--

even if I'm the victim
of a crime.

Okay.

Do you know a Jess Hardwick?

Yes, I do, actually.
She works for my brother.

Right, Dr. Gene Brightman,
the dentist.

- Yes. Why?
- Okay.

Can you think of any way

that she would have access
to your prescription pad?

I'm trying to think.

I don't remember her ever
coming to our country house.

Your country house?

My brother and I
share our mother's old house.

We've been fixing it up.

And you bring your scrip pad
with you when you go there.

For emergencies.

Well, is it possible your
brother used your scrip pad?

Why would he do that?

He has his own.

Excuse me.

I have a phone session
with a patient.

Well, he shut us down fast.

Right when we started asking
about his brother, Dr. Gene.

That's a weird coincidence.

Nina sees Jess for her ears,
and Jess works for Dr. Gene.

And Dr. Gene's brother has
propofol ordered under his name

that he's not aware of?

Dr. Gene--I mean,
he's smart enough to know

writing his own scrip
for propofol

could've tripped an alarm
in the system.

And dentists
have some medical training.

Maybe Jess isn't the only one

doing body mod
in Dr. Gene's office.

I told you
I don't know Nina Raedo.

Well, can you tell us
where you were Saturday night?

At the family country house
in sag harbor.

Alone?

Don't tell my brother,
but I-I had a date.

Well, we'll need her name.

His name--Paul.

No one
in my family knows, okay?

Well, we'll need Paul's number.

Okay, but this cannot be
a matter of public record.

Outing my client could seriously
damage his practice.

Not as much as a murder charge.

These accusations
are horrifying.

I would--I would never be
involved with this.

Look...

When I was a little boy,

my mother lost her leg
in a car accident.

Okay, Gene.

But you do
have a woman working for you

in your practice who performs
body modifications.

She uses
your surgical instruments,

your painkillers--

I told you
I had no idea about that,

no idea what she does
outside of work.

And--and I fired her.

After we arrested her.

And these
medical-supply orders--

a large bone saw--
also no knowledge?

No.

Somebody stole
your brother's scrip pad.

It might've been Jess.

Really?

So how would she have access?

I know this violates
confidentiality,

but she was a patient
of my brother's for a long time.

She was a troubled girl.

He was the one who asked me to
give her a job to help her out.

I-I thought that he'd stopped
treating her,

but for all I know,
she goes back from time to time.

I never took
Dr. Hal's scrip pad.

With the work I do,
you don't need propofol.

But you had been in Dr. Hal's
office--you were his patient.

Yeah, but not for years.

How long ago
were you seeing him?

I started when I was 14.

I'd been diagnosed
with bone cancer.

I was depressed and anxious...

And then you were still seeing
him when you were 15, right,

when you lost your leg?

Yes.

You know,
Dr. Hal was great.

He was so supportive
and encouraging...

Helped me see myself
in a new way.

So why'd you stop seeing him?

I don't want to say
anything bad about him.

What happened, Jess?

After a while, I started
feeling better about myself--

just, like...

like, stronger.

But I...

Felt like he didn't want
to let me go.

He just kept saying
that I was not ready

and that we
had more work to do,

and I just felt like
we were stuck.

We were just going over
the same issues.

"Same issues"?
You mean your leg?

Yeah, my leg.

Did he ever tell you
anything about his mother...

About her accident?

- Mm-mm.
- Well, it turns out

his mother lost her leg
in a car crash

when he was a boy.

Are you kidding me?

Oh, my God.

Jess, is there any way
that Dr. Hal would've known

about the work
that you were doing on Nina?

Um...

Wait a minute.
There--

- Yeah, there was at one time.
- When?

At the office, he came in to
drop by some keys for Dr. Gene,

and Nina was in there.

She'd gotten an infection
after I did her ears,

and she needed an antibiotic.

She pulled back her hair
to show me,

and...

He just kept staring at her.

So we've been looking
at the wrong brother.

I know dentists are depressed,

but if we're wondering
who the crazy one is

between a psychiatrist
and a dentist,

I'm gonna go with
the head shrinker every time.

Suffolk County P.D. confirms
the mother's car accident.

She lost her left leg
when the brothers were 9 and 13.

When did Jess lose her leg?

While she was in therapy
with Dr. Hal when she was 15,

which makes it early 2001.

All right,
so, six months later,

he amputates
Lisa the prostitute's leg.

Why?

I mean...

Maybe he doesn't think
he's hurting them,

but that he's improving them.

Or maybe he does.

But just remember,
he was smart enough

to try to pin it on his brother
last time you saw him.

So we let him think
that we're still on that track.

You really think Gene did this
to these women?

I'm sure that this is
very difficult to hear.

He had enough medical training.

He ordered the propofol.

He had an assistant
who could help.

I need to speak to him
about this.

Doctor,
we're way past that now.

The only way
you can help him now

is by making us understand
what led to this.

You know, psychological state

can be a mitigating factor.

Can you think of anything
from his past

that can explain this?

Well, it could have something
to do with our mother.

She was in a car accident
when we were kids.

It changed everything.

That must've been hard
on both of you.

It was terrible.

It disfigured her
inside and out.

She lost her beauty,

her leg, peace of mind...

She was in a depression
for the rest of her life.

Well,
I can certainly understand

why you would become
a psychiatrist.

You want to help people.

My brother
had the same motivation.

He saw how losing her looks
affected our mother.

The whole lower half
of her face was wrecked.

That's why he went
into cosmetic dentistry.

So he healed the outside,
and you healed the inside.

What we're trying to understand

is Gene's fixation
on limbs and amputation.

To the layperson,
it sounds bizarre.

But I've seen trauma
become sexualized

in certain cases.

Gene was 9 when our mother
was disfigured.

Do you think
that those feelings

could've been reawakened after
you introduced Gene to Jess?

I'm afraid it's possible.

A beautiful girl
facing the loss of her leg

with bravery and grace...

But that's the thing,
though, doc, see?

You're saying
that Jess's sexuality

awakened his obsession?

Your brother's gay.

What?

Did he tell you that?

He did.

That can't be.

If my brother were gay,
I think I would know it.

There seems to be
a lot of things you don't know--

about your brother or yourself.

The pathology
that you're projecting--

the details don't fit him.
They fit you.

You were 13.

You were the one
who was hitting puberty

when your mother
had her car accident.

You were the one

that was coming of age
sexually.

And Jess was your patient
when she was a teenager,

coming into her
sexual maturation,

when she lost her leg, so...

You see how we're
a little bit confused here?

Yes, and I'm trying to help
you people

to get it straight.

Just like
you helped Nina Raedo?

I told you--
I don't know who that is.

We know that you saw her
at your brother's office, Hal.

Remember,
you couldn't stop looking

at her...

When she moved her hair
back from her ear?

Jess told us.

She seemed like
a very vulnerable girl.

And after I saw
what she had done to herself,

I thought
that I could help her.

Help her deal
with her body issues.

She had problems
before she met me--

body dysmorphia,
substance abuse.

- She was out of control.
- So you did talk to her.

Yes, and I offered her
limited advice,

but that is as far as it went.

But here's the problem,
doctor, see?

We have video footage of you

putting her into the taxi.

I don't think
I should say anymore.

We're not like
these other people.

We know that you were trying
to treat her,

that you were trying to make her
see her own true beauty.

Yes, but I did nothing
to harm her.

She's dead now, Hal.

And we need to understand
how that happened.

You only have two choices.

Either she threatened
to report you,

and you intentionally killed her
with an overdose of propofol,

or...

It was an accident.

You're not trained
as an anesthesiologist.

She--she had
a bad reaction.

So which was it?

I tried to wake her up.

I did everything I could.

I would never hurt
any of my girls.

She just...

Never woke up.

Hal, you just said

you would never hurt
any of your girls.

Were there more?

None of them felt any pain.

I kept them under
while they were here.

You took every precaution.
I can see that.

Didn't want them to suffer.

How many of them were there?

Six in all.

Nina was a tragedy.

But none of the other five
had any problems.

They're more complete now
because of me.

I transformed them.

Why can people accept

sex-reassignment surgery,
but not this?

This all started with Jess,
didn't it?

Yes.

But I never laid a hand on her.

It's just that

when she lost her leg,

she was so amazing.

The way she embraced
her new body--

it was the most courageous thing
I've ever seen.

I thought all women
should be like her.

- Not like--
- Your mother.

You couldn't save her,

so you save all these other
girls by transforming them.

Who was the first?

The hooker--
she needed help.

So you were gonna fix her
to be more like Jess?

She was better afterwards.

I'd follow her and watch her.

And after that, you just...

Kept going.

Every few years,
there'd be a new girl.

And I'd pay her.

And she'd be grateful
for what I did for her.

But there's only
so many like that.

And that's why
you went after Nina.

If Nina's heart hadn't stopped,

she would've been grateful too.

Society's not ready for me.

I can look at women

and know how beautiful
and powerful they can be--

like you two.
You think you're special?

You're boring.

But you could be so much more.

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