3x15 LHB

LADY HEATHER'S DOMAIN - NIGHT]

(LADY HEATHER makes her way down the stairway. A man screams in the distance.)

LADY HEATHER: Mr. Grissom, Captain Brass,

(BRASS waits for her in the middle of the room, looking up at the staris a piece
of paper in his hand. GRISSOM'S back is to the stairs, he puts the item he was
examining back on the fireplace mantle. )

LADY HEATHER: So nice to see you again.

BRASS: Good to hear things haven't changed around here.

LADY HEATHER: I see you haven't changed, either.

(BRASS hands a color photocopy of the two men's IDs to LADY HEATHER.)

BRASS: Trey Buchman, Croix Richards.

(In addition to Croix Richard's Passport ID info, Rey Buchman's Nevada Driver's
License is also on the sheet with the following information:

[Nevada Driver License
283266066733
555-66-7777
050492
R360021

BUCHMAN, TREY
2974 WESTFALL AVE.
LAS VEGAS NY 89156

Class: C
Sex: M
Height: 5-10
Weight: 143
Hair: Blk
Eyes: Grn
DOB: 11/13/81
Expiration date: 05/15/05 ]

LADY HEATHER: They're both on my payroll. Hard workers, quite skilled.

BRASS: They're deceased.

LADY HEATHER: They'll be missed.

BRASS: Last year, you lost Mona Taylor. Now, two more employees. It's a risky
business.

LADY HEATHER: Accusation?

GRISSOM: It's an observation.

BRASS: These guys traded in sex, and I know you don't allow intercourse in your
domain. Now, that is an accusation.

LADY HEATHER: I profit from the theatrics of pleasure, allowing people to play
out their fantasies. Trey and Croix were independent contractors.

GRISSOM: Lady Heather, what services did they provide?

LADY HEATHER'S DOMINION - POOL ROOM -- NIGHT

 (LADY HEATHER accompanies BRASS and GRISSOM across the pool room. She opens a
door and motions for them to walk in. BRASS walks past her and into a hallway
that leads to other smaller rooms. GRISSOM motions for LADY HEATHER to walk in
ahead of him.)

(Once inside, they pass a series of smaller bedrooms with computers on internet
access.)

[Room 1: ]

MAN: (on computer) You're right. I deserve to be punished.

WOMAN: "Mommy" says no. I said, no.

(BRASS walks by this room and looks into the next room.)

[Room 2: ]

(A dark-haired woman sits at the computer typing on the keyboard. Her back is
to the door.)

[Room 3: ]

WOMAN: Oh ... who needs the belt?

(BRASS walks to the end of the hallway and turns around.)

[Room 4: ]

(CHLOE sits in front of the keyboard. As they walk by the room, she turns
around and glances at them.)

(GRISSOM looks into Room Two.)

WOMAN: Say you're sorry.

MAN: I'm sorry.

(The dark-haired woman in Room Two, turns around to look at GRISSOM.)

LADY HEATHER: (to BRASS & GRISSOM) My dominion is also my domain.
Ladyheather.com.

BRASS: So, Buchman and Richards were down here doing internet porn, huh?

LADY HEATHER: Not porn. Voyeurism in a Brave New World.

GRISSOM: What would Aldous Huxley say?

LADY HEATHER: Well ... if his credit card were valid, he could say anything he
wanted at $3.95 per minute.

(She looks at GRISSOM and abruptly changes the subject.)

LADY HEATHER: Do you like my lipstick?

(Man groaning in the background.)

GRISSOM: (shakes his head) Why?

LADY HEATHER: You've been staring at my lips.

GRISSOM: You have lovely lips.

(BRASS looks from GRISSOM to LADY HEATHER. LADY HEATHER grins back at GRISSOM.)

BRASS: (interrupts) And a very successful business. Thanks. Thanks for your
time.

(BRASS heads for the door sweeping GRISSOM along in front of him. GRISSOM turns
around to look at LADY HEATHER as he leaves.)

LADY HEATHER: See you soon.

LADY HEATHER'S DOMINION -- DAY]

(LADY HEATHER and GRISSOM walk through the hallway.)

LADY HEATHER: Steven McCormick wanted his wife to have a session. It's not
uncommon. When a client achieves liberation, they often want their spouse to
share that feeling. Though in this particular instance I advised the husband to
pursue avenues more suited to the temperament of his marriage.

(They turn the corner and walk up the stairs.)

GRISSOM: I guess you couldn't say no. I learned that Mr. McCormick is an
investor in your internet site.

LADY HEATHER: That's a matter of public record.

GRISSOM: Did he ever tell you, specifically, what his wife's problem was?

LADY HEATHER: The fault lay not in his wife, but in himself. Steven believed
his wife was repressed, but once she opened up ...

GRISSOM: A Pandora's box? All the evils of their marriage unleashed?

(CHLOE SAMMS walks toward them in the opposite direction. She stops in front of
LADY HEATHER and asks permission to pass.)

CHLOE SAMMS: May I?

LADY HEATHER: You may.

CHLOE SAMMS: Thank you, Lady Heather.

(CHLOE looks at GRISSOM, then passes LADY HEATHER and continues down the
hallway.)

LADY HEATHER: Steven came to me three years ago in a state of confusion. I
helped him clarify his need for dominance.

(Quick flashback to STEVEN McCORMICK sitting in a private room. Kneeling in
front of him is a naked woman. LADY HEATHER gives them instructions.)

LADY HEATHER: You will control her only as well as you can read her.

(STEVEN reaches down and grasps the woman's chin. He looks at her. It's CHLOE
SAMMS.)

LADY HEATHER: Now read.

(STEVEN looks into CHLOE'S eyes. She meets his eyes. He swings and hits her
across the cheek.)

(End of flashback. Resume to present.)

(LADY HEATHER and GRISSOM continue down the hallway. She stops in front of some
unlit candles that should be lit.)

LADY HEATHER: Our work enabled him to marry.

GRISSOM: But he chose a woman who didn't understand the dynamics of a Dominant-
submissive relationship.

LADY HEATHER: Unfortunately, the language we speak in here doesn't necessarily
translate to the world out there.

(She takes a match and lights the candle.)

GRISSOM: No, in here, the submissive has the power. All he has to do is say
the safety word and everything stops.

LADY HEATHER: Very good, Mr. Grissom.

(She blows out the match and turns around.)

GRISSOM: I'm just repeating what I've heard.

LADY HEATHER: You're a good listener.

GRISSOM: Part of the job.

LADY HEATHER: So this is work?

GRISSOM: Yes. But I value your insight.

LADY HEATHER: (smiles) I'm flattered. But you already seem to know the
answers to your questions. You keep me in proximity when I walk away and when
I'm close ... (she takes a step closer to GRISSOM) .... you watch my lips. Are
you losing your hearing?

GRISSOM: I'm losing my balance.

LADY HEATHER: Your sense of self?

GRISSOM: No. I know who I am.

LADY HEATHER: Do you?

GRISSOM: (nods) (quietly) Yes, I do.

(He reaches out a hand and brushes the hair away from her face. She closes her
eyes for a moment. She opens her eyes. GRISSOM reaches out to her with both
hands framing her face.)

GRISSOM: You can always say stop.

LADY HEATHER: So can you.

(Camera holds on GRISSOM and LADY HEATHER looking at each other.)

LADY HEATHER'S DOMINION - DAY]

(GRISSOM is sitting at the table pouring LADY HEATHER a cup of tea.)

GRISSOM: What did you consider this? A little civility before work, I think?

LADY HEATHER: ... or a ritual to put us at ease. Or how about "in custom and
ceremony, are innocence and beauty born."

GRISSOM: Yeats ... "Prayer For My Daughter."

LADY HEATHER: Or our morning.

GRISSOM: Cream?

LADY HEATHER: Please.

(GRISSOM pours the cream as LADY HEATHER watches.)

LADY HEATHER: Thank you.

GRISSOM: Sugar?

LADY HEATHER: I'm diabetic.

(This catches GRISSOM'S attention.)

GRISSOM: Type 1?

LADY HEATHER: Mm-hmm.

GRISSOM: Injections?

LADY HEATHER: Used to mean injections. I changed to a pressure syringe.

(She picks up her tea cup.)

GRISSOM: Recently?

LADY HEATHER: Mm-hmm, a few weeks ago. Oh, it's a fascinating instrument;
would you like to see it?

GRISSOM: (hesitates) Yes, I would ...

(She lifts her tea cup and blows on it.)

GRISSOM: ... But I'm afraid I'll need a warrant.

(She stops mid-sip and lifts her head.)

GRISSOM: Excuse me.

(GRISSOM stands up and takes out his cell phone. He makes the call.)

GRISSOM: (to phone) It's Grissom. I need you to write paper on Lady Heather's
medical paraphernalia -- specifically, an insulin kit and syringes. (pause)
I'm already there. I'll wait.

(GRISSOM puts his phone away.)

LADY HEATHER: I think I just heard you say "stop."

(GRISSOM looks at LADY HEATHER.)

 (Cut to the Observation POV of the Interrogation room through the two-way
mirror. Before answering the question, LADY HEATHER turns and looks directly at
the mirror ... directly at GRISSOM.)

LADY HEATHER: (over speaker) Mr. Grissom collected samples of my insulin. He's
undoubtedly identified it as non-synthetic.

BRASS: (over speaker) He told me it was beef insulin.

LADY HEATHER: (over speaker) Which, I take it, matches the insulin found in
the two victims.

BRASS: (over speaker) Do you know that only seven percent of diabetics in this
country use an animal-based insulin? They import yours from Great Britain.

LADY HEATHER: (over speaker) Which narrows the field down even further.

BRASS: (over speaker) Right into your dominion.

LADY HEATHER: My personal area is open. Anyone could've walked right in and
stolen from me.

(LADY HEATHER turns her head and looks directly at the mirror. She stands up
and walks toward the mirror.)

BRASS: Is it something I said?

(LADY HEATHER continues to walk toward the mirror. She glances down at BRASS,
but is more interested in speaking to the man standing behind the mirror.)

LADY HEATHER: (to GRISSOM) I'm disappointed in you. But not surprised.

(She stops in front of the mirror. She looks into it as if knowing that GRISSOM
is standing directly in front of her on the other side of the mirror.)

LADY HEATHER: (to GRISSOM) You fear me ... because I've committed the one
unforgivable act.

BRASS: No, it's more like two acts ... of murder.
(GRISSOM watches as LADY HEATHER lifts her head and, almost as if the mirror
weren't there, she meets his eyes.)

LADY HEATHER: (to GRISSOM) I know you. And I know that in your heart, you
don't believe I did this.

(And almost as if the words came from GRISSOM himself, BRASS answers her.)

BRASS: (b.g.) (over speaker) Lady Heather ... this has nothing to do with
heart. It's all about the evidence.

(For a moment, she doesn't move. She turns to look back at BRASS. Then she
turns back to look at the mirror ... at GRISSOM.)

LADY HEATHER'S DOMINION -- DAY]

(LADY HEATHER opens the front door to GRISSOM.)

GRISSOM: I'd like to come in.

LADY HEATHER: Of course you would. Say the magic word.

(BRASS steps into view.)

BRASS: Warrant? (beat) We don't have one.

 (BRASS and GRISSOM stand inside one of the rooms with internet connection.)

GRISSOM: The, uh, submissive that was in here yesterday was wearing a feather
boa.

LADY HEATHER: That would be Chloe.

BRASS: Chloe, uh...?

LADY HEATHER: Chloe Samms. She uses it as a garrote -- a way to control her
breathing to heighten the experience for the dominant client.

(GRISSOM looks around the room and notices a pair of shoes with white stains
near the bed. He picks it up and smells it. It smells familiar to him.)

GRISSOM: Hmm. Same scent as Trey Buchman's crime scene. Remember the
strawberry foam? Do these belong to Chloe?

LADY HEATHER: Believe so.

BRASS: Well, the shoes link Chloe to the nightclub and this job links Chloe to
the two vics. Where is she?

LADY HEATHER: She quit yesterday.

BRASS: I bet I know why. Well, if she's in town, I'll find her.

(BRASS steps out of the room leaving GRISSOM and LADY HEATHER alone.)

GRISSOM: I owe you an apology.

LADY HEATHER: Apologies are just words.

(LADY HEATHER leaves. Camera holds on GRISSOM.)

LADY HEATHER'S DOMINION - DRIVEWAY - NIGHT]

LYRICS:
... the sky is breaking ...

(The camera opens on the driveway outside The Dominion. The camera pans over to
show a car parked in the driveway. GRISSOM sits inside his parked car. He
looks at LADY HEATHER'S front door.)

LYRICS:
... I don't ever want to be alone ...

(He sits there behind the wheel looking at the front door. He sighs.)

LYRICS:
... with all my darkest dreaming ... hold me close ...