girlfriend, Trudy.
Pleased to meet you, Trudy.
Hello.
If it would be any comfort at all,
I would be truly honored to have dinner with you.
Thank you.
But I'm gonna stay here and...
visit with Carl and Trudy.
- Jesus, Matt, you scared the--
- I came by to tell you
that I stopped by the courthouse today and rescinded the restraining order.
Thank you, Matt.
You made the right decision.
You won't be sorry, I promise you.
A toast...
to detente?
I did it for mom.
You and me...
we're pretty much done.
Come back here, Matt.
Why?
So you can hit me again?
No.
You hit me.
Come on. Come back here and give me your best shot.
Pain for pain.
Then we'll be even.
Come on.
Hit me.
I'm begging you.
You're very sad.
I thought I might find you here.
The bottle of diprivan I used on Rhea reynolds has disappeared
into the greater dade county sanitation system,
but I am sending the batch that it's from to the lab for analysis.
We'll figure it out, Liz.
Before or after she goes to the media,
and my mistake bankrupts what you and Sean have spent a lifetime building?
I want you to suspend me until the lab tests come back.
Why?
Because then at least it appears we're taking some action.
It gives the appearance of a responsible internal investigation,
which is what we need to do, Christian.
You want to help both of us?
Test it on me.
If anybody knows what it's like to be paralyzed and still have feelings, it's me.
I can't do that, Christian.
Yes, you can.
I could use a few moments of oblivion.
Count backwards from 10 for me.
7...6...
5...
4--
You've made a mess, Rhea.
That's all right. Don't worry.
'Cause I'm gonna give you what you've been wanting all along.
Real pain.
Transcript: Raceman - Synchro: Amariss
- forom -She's in the bedroom.
Watch your step.
I'd introduce you two, but I believe you've already met.
The carvings on the face are almost identical to the first attack.
Identical except for 2 things.
He's never come back for one of his victims,
and he's never killed.
Raping and carving isn't enough for him anymore.
He's crossed the line. Lost control.
That's when you start to make mistakes, isn't it?
And there it is.
Tell me what you don't like about yourself, Mr. Montejo.
Montejo? My name is Trapp. Granville Trapp?
I'm sorry. I must have grabbed the wrong file this morning.
It's ok. People are always mistaking me for someone else these days.
My own mother says she barely recognizes me anymore.
Look at this mug, huh? It's a halloween mask.
You're referring to the hollowness around your cheeks?
I'm referring to my aids face.
I'm HIV-positive.
The cocktail I'm on right now is what's doing this.
Not that I'm complaining that much. I'm still alive, which is more than I can say for John.
He was my partner for 5 years.
And was he on a treatment plan as well?
Mr. Homopathic?
He wouldn't take ibuprofen.
We tried licorice, cat's claw -- anything to boost his immune system.
I cashed in my 401K for these meds and, well...
he didn'td last a year after he was diagnosed.
I'm very sorry.
I'm not.
Asshole was screwing around on me almost from the beginning.
He used to meet men online and set up anonymous meetings for sex
the whole time we were together. I never knew.
It's scary. To get that close to someone, to know every detail of their life, to dress them...
I never imagined I would be deceived like that.
Technically, the term for your condition is facial lipoatrophy.
I'm guessing you're on a high dosage of zerit or retrovir?
Over time, the reaction from those chemicals is that
it will eat away the fat cells in the face, arms, legs, mid-section.
Whatever you call it, it is my scarlet letter that screams, "sick gay man. Stay away."
I just want to start dating again.
Dating?
I'm not dead. I'm just lonely.
I want my old face back.
When did you get to be such an expert on aids medication?
I buy Gina's supply every month.
I never knew that.
There's a lot of things