"and it's topped off with a gentle dusting of powdered sugar." "it's the best french toast in town." "i'll have the egg whites, please." "the best french toast in town?" "your favorite diner?" "what did you do, sergeant?" "well, daniels and i are-- well, we were just having dinners and seeing movies but it's my--ahem-- duty to inform you, per department policy, that within the last 48 hours it became something more like, um... dating." "oh, no." "really?" "man: hey!" "you guys cops?" "yeah, why?" "somebody's head is in my dumpster." "mmm." "mmm." "it's a head." "just a head." "a human head?" "staring right at me, not that i got too close." "but, yes, a head." "ohh!" "ohh!" "uh, please don't clear our table." "thank you." "ugh. thank you." "aah!" "chief!" "i'm fine." "eww." "here you go." "ooh!" "you might wanna... oh, for heaven's sakes." "it is a head." "oh, my lord." "chief?" "i found some feet." "you think these feet go with this head?" "i sure hope so." "ugh." "ahem." "ahh." "ahh." "dirty diapers in that trash over there." "yeah, 'cause there's nothing else around here to make a person sick." "i don't want to hear another word about you and daniels, ok?" "you just keep it to yourself." "ahem." "is this diner on your regular route?" "i eat there twice a day." "right now is good 'cause it's right before the garbage truck comes." "i usually have my best luck for dinner after 10:00." "but i'm going to tell you, last night they weren't serving no head." "so the head landed in the dumpster between 10:00 p. m. , 8:00 a. m." "thank you so much for your time." "and feel free to order whatever else you'd like." "on him." "enjoy." "ahh!" "ahem." "is this the garbage truck's route?" "i stopped all the rest of the morning garbage collection." "we got rookies diving into every dumpster within a 3-mile radius of here, looking for the rest of the body." "did s. i. d. find anything in that dumpster that might tell us who our head is?" "man: other than a humidifier, busted ikea chair, it all belongs to the diner." "there's blood in there, but it's from hamburgers and steaks." "ok. lieutenant tao, could you head on back" "could you go back to the office, please." "and search the missing person's database for a white male, early thirties, brown hair, brown eyes." "height... he's at least 2 feet." "thank you." "hey!" "you guys know something we don't?" "i checked the inventory and this is all we have on hand." "male body parts don't turn up all that often." "it's usually the women that go to pieces." "we--we did locate a bag of legs, but, uh, they turned out to be from northridge hospital." "well, the diner where we found the head is close to cedars-sinai." "no, this wasn't done by a surgeon." "no, this head was cut off in one continuous lateral motion by a rotating blade." "brenda: hmm, probably used a chainsaw." "was our victim alive when his head was removed?" "uh, decapitations can be tricky because it's a procedure that in most cases will kill a person, so... thank you." "in this case, because there was such minor hemorrhaging in the soft tissue around the neck, i have to believe that the heart was not pumping blood when the head was severed." "can you give us a time of death?" "well, considering the low-level of decomp, the skin is still a good color, the eyes are intact." "i'd say he died well within the, uh, last 48 hours." "he put up a hell of a fight, though." "we found some foreign skin tissue in the back of his mouth." "ohh." "i mean, he struggled so hard, he broke his 2 front teeth." "ohh." "how soon can you get the rest of his teeth x-rayed?" "an hour." "i could bring them to you." "please don't." "bother, i mean." "please don't bother." "i'll come pick them up." "thank you." "this also might narrow down who your victim was." "see, every since the late eighties whenever we find an unidentified body or body part in west hollywood, we perform an aids test." "he has hiv." "he looks familiar." "i feel like i've seen this guy before." "i've put calls out to hospices and hiv clinics in west hollywood." "that's a good idea." "maybe he's an outpatient." "maybe he is." "chances are whoever he is, he has some priors." "yeah, model citizens don't usually end up with their heads in dumpsters." "but his dna isn't in our database." "i have seen him before." "he's an actor." "remember any movies he might have been in?" "i sure do." "you know why i hate porn?" "guy delivers pizza, it never gets eaten." "girl's refrigerator breaks, it never gets fixed." "yeah, it's really unsatisfying." "no wonder he's a star." "does he have a name?" "buck... shot. ahem." "i doubt that buck shot was the name given to him at birth." "can we find his real name and address, please?" "thank you." "a minivan." "how many porn stars live here?" "woman: coming." "i'm... i'm deputy chief brenda leigh johnson and this is sergeant gabriel of the l. a. p. d." "do you know a christopher david mundy?" "chris?" "yeah, that's my husband." "duncan, help finish feeding your sister." "say please." "duncan, just do it." "come here." "shh." "where was the last time you saw your husband, mrs. mundy?" "saturday." "he's up at a shoot in, uh, chatsworth." "why, was there a raid?" "oscar didn't call me." "mom, he has a gun!" "duncan, come sit down." "do you want some cereal?" "come on." "uh, oscar?" "yeah, oscar bloom." "he's a big director over at opulence films." "you know who they are, right?" "uh, sure. they're the adult film company." "sit down, honey." "sit down." "they've had some trouble lately hiring younger girls, but i'm sure whatever's going on now was just a big misunderstanding." "so, uh, what do we do?" "do i have to go downtown with you?" "can i bring my kids?" "what?" "just for right now, we just need you to sign right here." "please." "it's ok, honey." "ok, baby." "uh, wait a minute." ""release of medical information. "" "basically it just gives us access to your husband's dental records." "what?" "what's going on here exactly?" "we're conducting, um... we're conducting a murder investigation, mrs. mundy." "duncan!" "knock that off." "gabriel: we haven't-- we haven't positively identified the victim, but we--that's why we need your husband's dental records." "if you have a toothbrush or a hairbrush-- my husband is in chatsworth." "oh, it's ok." "it's ok." "i'll call him. he's probably just stuck on the road." "here, hold her for a minute." "i'll give him a call." "thank you." "hi, honey. it's me." "can you call me as soon as you get the message, please?" "ok. i love you." "he's probably stuck on the road or something." "mrs. mundy: baby, it's me again. ok." "call me as soon as you can." "all right?" "he's fine." "i promise." "you'll see." "you don't like it." "i love clams." "ohh." "and linguini." "that's good, 'cause that's one of the 4 things i know how to cook." "oh, no thanks." "but you try it." "what, you went through so much trouble." "kitchen'll never be the same." "let me get you a glass of wine." "oh, no, thank you." "i'm not drinking tonight." "my stomach's been upset all day." "yeah?" "half my office is out with stomach flu." "i think it's this case." "it's that bad?" "um." "a head was... it was severed at the c7." "oh, the... excuse me." "it's not the head that bothers me or the feet." "feet?" "ahh." "what's hard is that that head had a wife... and 2 kids." "yeah, that is rough." "kids. huh." "it looks fantastic." "good." "ok. ok." "i know." "i know." "it's ok." "it's ok." "my husband hasn't come home." "i'm very sorry, annalisa, but the coroner has confirmed that the dental records you provided positively identified the person we found as your husband." "no, that can't be." "it can't be." "where is he?" "i have to see him." "um... so far, all we've recovered of your husband is his head and feet." "oh, god, no." "annalisa, please, have a seat." "were you with him this weekend in chatsworth?" "i have 2 kids if you haven't noticed." "i was where i always am all weekend-- home." "can anyone verify that?" "what, do you think that i had something to do with my hu... oh, don't for one minute-- don't you sit there all high and mighty in your churchy dress and accuse me-- these are routine questions that we always ask." "we are trying to learn as much as possible about the events surrounding your husband's-- don't you say it!" "don't say it!" "can't this be-- my husband is-- i can't even say it and you think that i did it?" "how long has your husband been hiv positive?" "what?" "how long has your husband been hiv positive?" "if that body, or whatever parts of it you have, are hiv positive, then it's not my husband." "my husband is negative." "hey, mom, they have some really cool-- we're leaving right now." "but i don't want to go!" "duncan!" "when was the last time you were tested?" "18 months ago when i had dakota." "then we'd like to test you again if that's ok." "my kids are perfectly healthy and so am i." "you have made a mistake, a horrible, horrible mistake." "chris is not hiv positive." "he gets tested every month at fits." "annalisa: come on." "let's go, duncan. let's go find your daddy." "what's fits?" "chris mundy's wife waived confidentiality of his medical records." "no worries." "christopher david mundy." "this will only take a moment." "are you familiar with chris mundy's work?" "don't really watch our clients' movies." "it's not my thing." "i just draw their blood." "is your lab here?" "no, we send the blood to a lab in burbank." "they shoot us the results the next business day, then we post them online." "do you also call your clients with their results?" "no, our clients have to log into the system to get them." "they can't work unless they have a clean bill of health." "woman: here you go." "and for... for how long do you keep your clients' tests results?" "only 6 months." "and for the last 6 months, chris mundy's been clean." "clean for what?" "hiv, gonorrhea, chlamydia, syphilis." "negative, negative, negative, negative." "positive." "i'm positive that the person i identified is chris mundy." "the dental records that his wife gave us were a perfect match." "well, how did you determine the head had hiv?" "we did this procedure where we swab the inside of his cheek." "it's the kind of test that gives us the results rapidly." "what's it called?" "rapid hiv test." "fits tested chris mundy a week ago." "now, is it possible that he contracted the virus in the last 7 days?" "well, our cheek swab test isn't that sensitive." "in order for it to detect hiv antibodies in chris mundy, he would have had to have hiv for at least a month." "ah... ohh." "don't go anywhere." "so what's your porn name?" "excuse me?" "everyone has one." "you take the name of your first pet and combine it with the first street you lived on." "my porn name's muffy brewer." "i'm light saber central." "that's a good one." "lucky." "lucky what?" "i am sure i had the right person, but i'm not sure that fits does." "see, they say that chris mundy's blood type was type o, but the head that you found in the dumpster was type ab positive." "chris mundy had somebody take his blood tests for him." "maybe nobody knew he had hiv." "gabriel: hi, we're looking for oscar bloom." "oh, um, oscar's down the hall." "first door on the left." "you can just go on in." "thank you." "mm-hmm|" "oh, i'm sorry." "man: cut. cut." "cut. cut. cut." "oh, uh. ooh." "we were hoping to have a word with oscar bloom." "that's me." "when was the last time you saw chris mundy?" "uh, he was supposed to do a photo shoot in chatsworth over the weekend, but he never showed." "can't say that's the first time that's ever happened." "but when chris is on his game, he's a great guy." "that man has a very special talent." "and what would that be?" "well, off drugs, he can make wood anytime, anywhere." "do you know how rare that is?" "it's like being able to cry on cue... out of one eye." "so you're saying chris had a big drug problem?" "well, he really tried to clean up his life after he became a dad." "look, i don't wanna say anything bad about the guy, but he was in rehab twice." "heroin, you know." "it's a bitch to kick." "prior to the movie in chatsworth, when was the last time you worked with chris mundy?" "a few days before on raymond loves everybody." "and did you check his hiv status then?" "yeah, and it was negative." "i don't even roll the camera unless i see my performers latest test results." "do your male performers use condoms?" "testing's our prophylactic." "health department send you guys down here?" "i'm sorry to tell you that yesterday chris mundy was found dead." "was he using again?" "we're not sure why he was murdered." "murdered?" "mom!" "mom, i need you in here." "woman: what?" "honey, what is it?" "chris mundy was murdered." "what?" "how awful." "these are the police." "i'm morgan bloom." "i, uh, i own opulence films." "when the coroner did an hiv test on chris, it came up positive." "there's no way." "we believe that chris mundy had been faking his results." "the blood type that fits had on record does not match chris mundy." "he was lying about his hiv status?" "for how long?" "we're not sure." "his wife says she tested negative 18 months ago." "so in the past year and a half, every person chris had sex with, he's passed the virus along to them." "every time they had sex with somebody, they could have passed the virus on to-- which might give someone a very good reason to want chris mundy dead." "do you have any idea how many people we're talking about here?" "oh, my god." "man: you want us to do what?" "shut down production." "2 weeks, no porn." "it's impossible." "impossible to stop all production in the l. a. basin." "you represent opulence films." "and from what i understand, opulence films sets the industry standard." "if your company shuts down, everyone shuts down." "naked people are being filmed in every attic, every car, and every swing set in the valley." "no one can keep that from happening." "we have to try." "chris mundy's sexual partners could be unknowingly spreading that virus right now." "i understand that, but a prolonged shutdown would be a financial catastrophe for los angeles." "the adult film industry pays $52 million in taxes to this city every year." "so how many people have to drop dead before human loss outweighs city revenue?" "or are sex workers disposable because of how they earn a living?" "i'm just asking." "can we localize the shutdown?" "chris mundy was exclusive to opulence." "do you have a record of all the people he worked with in the past" "18 months." "we do." "then how many people would that be?" "238 girls." "we'll shut it down for 2 weeks." "thank you." "what else do you need?" "i need the real names of the 238 women." "all right." "i can promise you the full support of the valley divisions to help you find them." "thank you." "all right, gentlemen, i think we're done here. thank you." "chief johnson, a word." "since when does sex make you so irritable?" "i have no problem with loving, responsible, 2 people in the dark sex." "i have a problem with the stupid, irresponsible mistakes people make." "seems to me your murder victim was very deliberate in his irresponsible-- i think i'm pregnant." "uh, i take it congratulations are not in order." "you might be pregnant or you are pregnant?" "i haven't taken a test." "what does fritz have to say about all this?" "he, um-- i haven't told him yet." "heh." "and you're telling me this after a dinner at which you told me you need this relationship to remain strictly a professional friendship?" "i know that you don't really understand the boundaries of friendship very well." "i know this hard for you." "i get it." "and i--i-- i cannot have this conversation with you." "for my sake." "really. ok?" "nothing personal." "sure." "it's not personal." "yes, lieutenant." "of the 238 women chris mundy slept with, some have left the business, some have gone home, some are in rehab." "any number of them are unaccounted for." "so it's gonna take some time to find 'em." "which is why we only have 4 women for you to talk to." "any of them look promising?" "uh, yeah." "uh, yeah. one." "uh, rap sheet says she's got 5 counts of battery, 2 drug possessions." "she also resisted an arrest and assaulted an officer." "thank you." "evelyn howard." "call her layla." "we certainly wouldn't want to upset her." "i do not have a problem with rage." "did you know chris mundy's hiv status?" "well, i wouldn't have worked with him if he was positive." "he was. yeah. that's a load of bull-- layla, i have a theory that chris mundy lied to a lot of people about his hiv status, and when someone found out that he infected them during a work... session," "well, it could be the end of life as they knew it and that could make this person very, very mad." "i did not kill chris mundy!" "and he didn't give me hiv!" "look." "i got tested at fits 3 days ago." "how can we be sure these are your results?" "oh, please." "you gotta show proof of i. d." "before they stick that needle in your arm." "how well do they check your i. d. at fits?" "we check client's i. d. s when they come in, make sure they're real." "well, do you check the i. d. s against anything other than the client's face?" "well, the first time a client comes in, we make a copy of their driver's license and keep it on file." "does this xerox match the license you have on file for chris mundy?" "let me see." "i don't think i ever drew his blood." "frank always took care of him." "well, business is sure brisk around here." "we're usually standing room only." "now, thanks to you all, no one wants to come here." "they don't trust us." "now, why wouldn't people trust you?" "this idea that my husband was paying someone to take his tests is crazy." "this is the man who was taking the tests for your husband." "you recognize him?" "i've never seen this man before." "he didn't have hiv." "then you won't mind if we do a quick hiv test on you right now." "you can do a cheek... swab." "you can do it right here." "i don't need to take a test." "you don't want me to find out that you have hiv, do you?" "because that would suddenly give you a very good reason for killing your husband." "my husband did not have aids, and neither do i." "you can only live in denial for so long, annalisa." "the body is going to do what it's... going to do without... waiting for your brain to catch up." "if what you're saying is true, if it is, i haven't been in the business since i had kids." "who's gonna hire me?" "who's gonna pay for my treatments?" "my kids?" "i mean, we don't have any money." "your husband didn't have life insurance?" "he tried to get it." "they turned him down." "when?" "last week, chris mundy was denied life insurance." "insurance companies always do a blood test." "they would have found out he was hiv positive." "now, wait, wait." "hold on a minute." "if you have somebody else take your hiv test for you once a month-- why not have that someone take your blood test for the insurance company?" "the only way you'd let them draw your own blood is if you thought you were perfectly healthy." "chris mundy didn't know he had hiv." "i bet someone at the lab did." "where's the other guy that works here?" "frank?" "the guy you said drew chris mundy's blood." "haven't seen him since you all shut us down." "put 'em up!" "kitchen clear!" "officer: all clear!" "checking patio!" "clear!" "dresser and closet are empty." "so are the bathroom cabinets." "our phlebotomist flew the coop." "well, he didn't fly away alone." "don't they make a lovely couple?" "they have a $7, 500 fridge." "and their television's brand new." "who knew lab rats made such a good living?" "hey. got a good idea where the extra income's coming from." "looks like he was on opulence's payroll, too." "chris mundy may not have been aware he had hiv, but his killer might have known." "sergeant, could you please call around to every e. r." "within a 5-mile radius of the diner, and see if anyone came in over the weekend requesting treatment for exposure to hiv?" "and please ask lieutenant tao to call the morgue about chris mundy's mouth." "thank you." "so chief... since january, the lab tech has been receiving a monthly $10,000 consultant fee from a shell company that i traced back to opulence films." "morgan bloom is on her way down here with her son oscar." "she wouldn't let him come down here alone." "when the blooms arrive, please separate them, and if they insist on using the same lawyer, please have him sign a waiver." "i refuse to have this case thrown out because of ineffective assistance of counsel." "thank you. uh, i think we're done with those." "i thought we could keep these." "uh, you were misinformed." "is that it?" "special delivery." "straight from the morgue." "we won't be answering any of your questions, chief johnson." "that's quite all right." "lieutenant tao and i have plenty we could talk about." "like what was in chris mundy's mouth?" "chris mundy had someone else's skin embedded in his molars." "and the blood we found under his tongue was not his blood type." "what was it?" "blood type "b"." "isn't that your blood type, mr. bloom?" "i don't know what my blood type-- oscar, you're gonna remain silent." "and what conclusions would you draw from this evidence?" "chris mundy took a bite out of whoever killed him." "probably the forearm, because chris mundy's 2 front teeth were broken, and there's not too many places on the human body where you can bite down and hit bone." "roll up your sleeve, mr. bloom." "don't you guys need a warrant?" "i don't need a warrant to search your body, you could be concealing a weapon." "roll up your sleeve, mr. bloom, or i will find several large uniformed personnel to do it for you." "go ahead." "brenda: mm." "would you like to do the honors, lieutenant tao?" "i'd be delighted." "this is a cast of chris mundy's mouth." "it should fit the bite marks he left on the killer." "ooh... now, if you rotate your arm like so... you can see how he broke his teeth on your radius bone." "did you shove your arm in his mouth to quiet his screams?" "don't talk, oscar-- i had to defend myself. oscar!" "he showed up at my office out of his mind, high on drugs, demanding cash." "that's when he got violent with me, i had to fight back." "did you kill chris mundy?" "not a word." "i will be filing murder charges today, mr. catalina, and i will need your help in deciding whether i charge oscar by himself, or oscar and his mother." "excuse me?" "oh, come now." "this is hardly sophie's choice." "morgan bloom knew nothing about chris mundy's death." "you had a hard time keeping oscar from telling me what happened, i find it hard to believe that his mother would be out of the loop." "how much did opulence films gross last year?" "7. 2 million." "gosh, that's a lot." "and are you the sole owner?" "she is. she took the company over 5 years ago after her divorce." "and how much did the company make that year?" "$435,000." "sounds like you put in a lot of hard work." "and how much of that profit did chris mundy generate?" "chris mundy is one of their top selling male actors." "what a loss." "your son really made your life difficult when he killed chris mundy." "chief johnson..." "i have to wonder, is that something that you wanted, or did your son act on his own?" "it's your choice not to answer my questions, mrs. bloom, but i think it's the wrong one." "because i think your son killed chris all by himself." "and here's why." "chris' hands and feet were cut off in one continuous motion, which means that the chainsaw that was used had to have been at least 18 inches." "a chainsaw that size has one heck of a kickback." "i would think it would be more than you could handle." "but until i know the truth, i will have to keep digging." "and that means taking a good, long look into opulence films." "can your business handle being turned inside out?" "it will be a shame to lose everything after you worked so hard." "you didn't get to where you are today by being the type of person who makes mistakes." "it would be a mistake not to tell me what happened." "if my client tells the truth, do you promise not to file charges against her regarding this murder?" "yes." "oscar had to defend himself against this madman." "any jury will be able to see this." "listen to your lawyer, mrs. bloom." "be good to my son." "he doesn't know what he's doing half the time." "he's such a mess." "oscar... killed chris mundy all by himself." "it was saturday afternoon." "i was home." "he called me from the office." "he told me that he and chris had gotten into a fight, and he... stabbed chris with one of our trophies." "and then what did your son do?" "he used a chainsaw that we had lying around after one of our shoots to disassemble the body." "and then oscar... dumped various parts of chris mundy all over town." "i think we're done here." "uh, no, no, just one more detail." "when did you know that chris mundy was hiv positive?" "when you came to my son's office." "your mother gave you up." "she would never do that." "which trophy did you use to stab chris mundy to death?" "bitch." "you're gonna plead self defense, oscar." "you let her talk?" "should your mother go to jail for a murder she didn't commit?" "you know what, you never liked me in the first place!" "why don't you just get out of here?" "get the hell out of here!" "fine. you're on your own." "good!" "would you like another lawyer, mr. bloom?" "fat lot of good they do me." "look, it's like i said-- i killed chris, but it was in self defense." "i believe you, oscar." "thank you." "i'm just wondering one thing." "when did you find out that chris mundy had hiv?" "i--i had no idea." "really?" "because the night chris mundy died, you went to hollywood presbyterian, and according to the e. r. doctor on call, you requested a treatment called "hart. "" "highly active anti-retroviral therapy, a drug cocktail administered after exposure to hiv now, why would you request that treatment if you didn't know that chris was hiv positive?" "look, here's the deal-- i called my mother after the thing with chris." "that's when she told me he was positive." "that's when she let me in on the fact that she'd been faking his test results for months." "so, you didn't find out until after you killed chris mundy that he had hiv?" "that's the truth." "then why did you kill him?" "i told you guys!" "he came into my office, he started swinging at me, he was so strung out on heroin-- heroin is the one thing chris mundy tested negative for, so let's go over your story one more time." "chris mundy came into your office." "he was upset." "that's what i keep telling you." "but he was infuriated because the blood test that he had taken for his insurance company revealed that he was hiv positive." "he realized that the results of the blood tests he had been taking at fits were covered up by you." "that's why you had to kill chris mundy, isn't it?" "you couldn't let him walk out the door, open his mouth and tell the world what you'd done-- what my mother did!" "4 months ago, she decided to hire these girls from brazil because they were so much cheaper." "we were in such a rush, she didn't even bother checking their hiv status." "she finds out that chris mundy tested positive a month later after the lab called her." "she paid the guy at the lab to toss out chris' blood and replace it with his boyfriend's." "the only thing she ever cared about was making our production dates, period!" "can we go now?" "i just have one more detail to discuss with you." "when you faked chris mundy's test results-- i didn't." "the lab did." "but you paid the lab, according to the statement that your son is signing right now." "my son is a liar." "it's on record that my client's off the hook-- with respect to chris mundy's murder, yes, but chris mundy wasn't your client's only victim." "this is chloe." "she made a film with chris mundy 2 months ago, and this morning she tested positive for hiv as did jenny... and casey... tracy... gina... tara... ginger, heidi... jill, ivory, ebony, tiffany." "you knowingly let an hiv positive man have unprotected sex with multiple partners." "that is no different than pointing a loaded gun at each one of these women's heads." "which is why i'm arresting you on 13 counts of assault with intent to commit great bodily harm." "which, with any luck, will keep you in jail for the rest of my life." "there's only 12 girls here." "the 13th victim isn't currently employed by opulence films." "her name is annalisa mundy." "and she was chris' wife." "you ready?" "yes, i am." "can we stay in tonight, just lay low?" "i want to have the biggest glass of merlot possible." "so you're not pregnant?" "no." "no, i'm not." "were you ever gonna tell me that you might be?" "well, i--i would if i was, but i'm not, so i just didn't think that it was worth mentioning." "in a relationship, you mention things." "if you trust the other person." "ok." "from now on, i want to make sure that we guard against any accidental possible pregnancies." "what about a pregnancy that happens on purpose?" "uh... we just moved in together." "we're not married yet." "there's a certain order to things." "but are you interested in having kids?" "at all?" "maybe." "but not tonight."