Breeders Page #2

Yes.

Noone can hurt you now.

You must tell us what you remember

so it doesn't happen to others.

I... I was in the studio...

I wanted to be alone.

- Nooneelse was there?

- Noone.

And then he came back.

Who?

- He came back for his wallet.

- Who was he?

Karinsa, did you know him?

What was his name?

It was Ted!

It was Ted!

It's all right, Karinsa. It's all right.

What do you think, Lester?

It's a little dark, but there's none of the

usual scumbags around.

Life is so screwed up.

Look at these.

Probably the best session she ever had

and then this had to happen.

She was very beautiful.

Was?

You saw her. She's pretty badly out up.

She'll probably be scarred.

- Looks like the rapist used acid on her.

- Oh, God.

I feel like...

Why do I feel this guilt?

You left her, you found her.

It's a natural reaction.

That girl was only 18.

She was just a sweet little gymnast.

I brought her her from Wisconsin.

This never should have happened to her.

It's not your fault.

You had nothing to do with it.

- Then who did?

- Ted.

Ted?

You know somebody named Ted?

Yes. It's Ted.

He works for me. He's my stylist.

It couldn't possibly have been him.

Was he here yesterday?

Yes.

We worked, we went to lunch.

He left and never came back.

Alec and I got back to the studio

and found Karinsa.

I forgot all about him.

Do you think he could... There's no way.

Could he have been with Karinsa

while you were gone?

Possibly, but no.

There's no way it could have been Ted.

Look, I know teachers, businessmen,

politicians, priests who were all rapists.

No one is beyond suspicion.

Do you know where I can find him?

- I'll find his number and his address.

- Thanks.

- Detective.

- Yes?

Ted's a good guy.

He couldn't have done it.

He lives with his mother.

- Detective?

- Yes?

I guess I'm not making myself clear.

Ted is gay.

Maybe. Or maybe just real clever.

I'll be in touch.

Come on, Kathleen. You're a big girl.

You've got the Medeco lock and everything.

Hello.

You bastard!

Kathleen, you do remember

we have a date tonight?

Yes. How did you get in here?

Key over the door.

The oldest New York bachelor girl safety device

known to mankind.

Give it to me.

You sure?

You were invited over for

a New England boiled dinner and some wine.

No one said anything about keys.

You don't even know about the lock.

If you don't do it right

it doesn't close properly.

- Why do you think I have that key, anyway?

- Beats me.

Look, can we try to forget about this

and have a pleasant evening together?

You're right. I'monedge. I'mcrazy.

What's going on at the hospital

is too spooky for words.

What do you mean?

You guys in administration

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