the ante.
In fact, maybe you and Christian are another Paul and Karla Bernardo.
Who?
Married couple from Canada, back in the nineties.
Liked to kidnap and drug women, bring them back to their home.
Before they killed them, Karla would videotape her husband raping the unconscious bodies.
You can't dispute the fact that as a director, you know your way around a camera.
You think I'm a killer?
Why don't you admit why you really brought me down here, Kit?
You're jealous of me. You fell in love with Christian,
and now that it's just me and him, you're trying to get your revenge.
Once you screw a girl's lover in front of her, there's no need to get revenge, is there?
Then again, assaulting an officer is grounds for arrest.
Oh, you're kidding. You're arresting me? You're not arresting me!
Are you crazy?
You have no right to treat her like that. She didn't hurt you.
That's sweet. You're acting like a real person who's capable of loving someone.
I do... love her.
Look what you've done to her since you've met her.
Cocaine addict, porn star. Now arrested for assaulting an officer.
Has there ever been anything you've touched that you didn't destroy?
You better wise up and start cooperating with me, Christian,
or Kimber is only the beginning.
Once word of your arrest gets out, and people realize who you really are,
I might be the only friend you have left.
Did they set any kind of bail?
This is gonna cost Christian everything he has if it goes to trial, isn't it?
It won't go to trial. He didn't do anything.
I know he didn't. But people get railroaded by the justice system all the time.
I mean, even if he's found innocent, the damage it could do to his career, just to be accused.
Would you still stay in business with him?
Are you serious?
Of course I would. Absolutely.
Even if it cost you the practice? Everything you've worked for you whole life?
He's innocent, Julia. If I have to, I'll help pay his legal fees myself.
How could I be the carver if I was carved myself?
You had all the right tools to begin with.
First you gave yourself a trace amount of the tranquilizer--
just enough to pass scrutiny and investigation.
As a surgeon, you'd know exactly where to carve yourself,
so you'd never be in any real danger.
Then you hid all your tools and jumped into bed.
After you let yourself bleed a while, you called the police.
A brilliant misdirection, I must admit.
What about the fact that I was raped?
How could I fake that?
You refused a police examination.
There's no proof of any assault or penetration.
You don't have a single hard fact.
You want me or anyone else to believe that you have a case?
I think you need something a little more solid than a breakdown from my girlfriend
and some far-flung theory about how I faked my own carving.
Maybe this will help.
Your size, I believe.
Found in Rhea's apartment after the murder.
Blood on the outside of the condom matches Rhea's.
Semen on the inside matches yours.
That solid enough for you?
I can explain the condom.
You planted it.
That's your defense?
Given all the used magnums I've used with you over the last 3 months,
it would be easy for you to steal one and leave it in Rhea's bed.
Let's see. I snuck into Rhea's apartment after she was murdered,
but before the police showed up, and hid one of your used condoms
that I stole from your trash can a week ago?
I'm never adverse to a good conspiracy theory, Christian, but even that one's a little thin.
If you didn't plant it, somebody did.
Who would do that?
Throw a stone down south beach. You'll hit some model I screwed and never called back.
Why don't you start there?
I'd rather look at something no one knows about.
You were in reform school as a child. Is that right?
When I was 12. What's that got to do with anything?
Quite a lot, actually, when you consider what landed you there in the first place.
I found a lot of fascinating newspaper articles from back then.
Seems that you