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what am I doing out here,

driving around like a crazy person,

looking for your skinny behind?

Fine. If you don't want a sister,

you don't have a sister!

Fine! - You can find

your own way home.

And I won't tell daddy what you said,

because it would break his heart.

You have nice legs.

You want a ride?

I like how you

wear that little skirt.

If you let brother to look at your legs and

forget himself, I'll give you the money.

If you ain't give me money,

you can just let me out.

Now I want to change your mind.

Keep your legs tight together.

I thought you said we were going to a motel.

Why did you turn down up here?

Why do you b*tches

always questioning me?

I said look, b*tch!

Yes, that's right,

you got a real heart.

Oh, God.

...in a dumpster discovered a body.

Police say a 15-year-old Zarina Jefferson

was a runaway what apparently turned...

in prostitution. She was found naked

inside of a garbage bag, shot in the chest.

Hey. - What are you doing here?

You were working last night. Do you know

about a 15-year-old gunshot victim?

A young, black girl. - Zarina Jefferson.

- Tell me everything you know.

Pretty please, just

tell me everything.

Asking nicely, that's

a new tactic for you.

Hi, Debra, it's Christine. I don't think I'm

gonna be able to come in today,

I'm feeling pretty under the weather

today. Thank you, bye.

Ma'am, do you have an appointment?

- Yes, with Detective Sims.

Det. Sims, hello, Christine Pelisek,

LA Weekly. We spoke on the phone.

How did you get back here?

I'm resourceful. - If you wanna talk to me,

you need to call and make appointment.

I did call, and you blew me off.

And now we have another murder,

just like Monica Dender. - I don't

discuss ongoing investigation.

I wonder if you think that could be

a serial killer running around L. A.?

There are a lot of similarities

in these cases.

It's alright, I'll handle it.

- Oh, you think you gonna 'handle me'?

Let's see how you handle my lawyer,

when I sue you for slandering my sister.

You told the media that she was a

prostitute and she was not such thing!

She was just a kid. - You wanna come to my

office and we will discuss this privately?

Oh, we gonna discuss it.

Get her out of here and don't

let her come back here. - Yes, sir.

First, my condolences

for your loss.

What I want is a damn apology

and official retraction.

What, you think because the girl is black

and in the bad neighborhood, she must...

be turn a tricks? We live in Encino, for

God's sake! My father is a fashion designer,

my mother was a doctor and Zarina was a

sophomore in a high school, not a prostitute!

Your sister's phone was

found with her body.

And the most frequently called number on

that phone turned up to belong to a man,

who is well known to us as a pimp.

And he confirmed that Zarina has been one

of his girls on and off for weeks now.

Hey, are you Zarina's sister?

She was three, when a

social worker brought her to us.

They said it was the worst case of

abuse, they've ever seen.

She couldn't speak a word,

she could barely walk.

Her real father kept her

tied up from the time she was a baby.

He did awful things to her.

So I don't understand

how she could've been...

Doing what they

say she was doing.

I found her last night.

And I didn't like

what she had to say.

So I left.

I left her...

God, I feel like I'm burning...

Like I'm already in hell.

And I am burning, like my

body is gonna burn up.

I know. - No, you don't know!

You have no idea!

I had a sister.

She was like a sister to me,

she was my best friend.

Her name was Mollie McMann.

You think 'cause you know somebody

that died, you know how I feel?

It was right before college

and we're gonna be roommates.

She wanted to go

to this party,

and I didn't want to go. I wanna go

to the movies with my boyfriend.

I borrowed her

her car and drove her off.

I told her that I

will pick her up at midnight.

I fell asleep at my boyfriend's.

When I didn't pick her up, she took a ride

home with a guy that she met that night.

They found her body in the

woods a week later.

So, you do know.

Does it ever getting any better?

No.

Anything new?

- Not yet.

Let's get the whole thing to the lab.

Give me a rush on DNA and ballistics.

I don't want any more damn reporters

get a step ahead of me.

Anthony, you brushed your teeth

long enough. Time to bed.

You're crazy. If you break that bed, where you

gonna sleep? - Why are you all...

dressed up? - I'm gonna go see

Loretta. - Don't go meet Loretta.

It's okay,

your uncle is here.

Don't go.

Look, I promise you...

- Don't go.

Okay. I won't go.

Miss Pelisek, I hope

you get payed overtime.

I can't believe it. I just found

another murders.

The same details, probably the same guy.

And this one happened in the 90's.

I mean, this guy's been

killing for almost 20 years.

Looks to me

that's 1986.

Oh my gosh, you're right.

I must be wrong. I mean,

this guy can't be going...

on a killing spree for this long and

no one know about him. Right?

A courier from the DNA

lab just drooped this for you.

Sweet Jesus!

Captain is still here?

- Yeah, in her office.

OK, now Tanya Hartnett the 1986.

- You know it's almost midnight, right?

What's the autopsy number? - Do not

touch my computer, I'll have you arrested.

You're so melodramatic when you're tired.

What's the autopsy number?

Pretty please?

You know that I am expecting steak dinner

out of this? - Multiple gunshot wounds,

found on Denker. Isn't

that a block away from Western?

These were all happening

right around Western.

Okay, so what caliber? - You didn't

realized that was me asking you out?

.25 caliber, it's the

same as the others!

OKay, now Margette Lincoln, in 1987.

- Did you not hear what I just said?

Yes, you will get a steak dinner.

Margette Lincoln, 1987.

There's only hospital file.

Shot in the chest,.25 caliber bullet,

lingering in a coma,

not expected to live.

Maybe she pulled through.

You think that he left a surviver?

Like this color. I'm coming back

on Tuesday. The same color. Alright.

Excuse me, Margette Lincoln?

Your son told me

I can find you here.

My son? You've been in my house?

Yes, I could not find your phone

number. I work for the LA Weekly/i ,

I'm doing research for crimes that

happened in the '80s and I came...

across the story of how you were attacked.

- I don't know who you think you are,

but you need to

get off of my business. OK?

Margette, I'm sorry, I didn't

mean to offend you.

I'll kick your ass if I

see you next Tuesday.

I don't think it's me you want to take down,

I think it's the man who assaulted you.

Assault, you make it sound so polite.

He tried to kill me cold!

Can you tell me anything about

him? - I don't give a man two thoughts.

But if our God is good, and I know He is,

then the bastard is burning in hell by now.

I don't think he is in hell.

I think he's still out there and he is still

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