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?
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.
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.