The guitar wails and jams as the cops all run to the room, as if there's anything they can do now. They knock and kick the door open. Andrea's scared. All guns are drawn as they shout for the dominatrix to turn around and put her hands against the wall. The cops go in. Andrea flinches and turns away. "He's gone," Ramos says about Rabjon. We can't see any of this, and are stuck watching Andrea. But if that guy died hanging himself, did the dominatrix really think he was taking a nap? I don't get it at all. Why did they wait so long to go in there? Why didn't they try to stop it sooner? And did the dominatrix really think Rabjon was sleeping? I know I keep harping on this, but when would you ever think someone was taking a nap while hanging from a belt? Wahlberg calls in an RA unit, which makes no sense, since 911 should already be on the way. Wahlberg tells Andrea that if she wants to do what they do, she has to see what they see. She doesn't really want to do what they do, but she goes inside anyway, to look at the gory, horrific world of asphyxiation. What a nightmare this S&M business is! See how it so easily lends itself to serial killing? Andrea braces herself and walks inside. We still don't see anything. "How do we get him down?" Ramos asks the dominatrix. "How do we get him down?" he asks, more insistent. "Just press the clamp," the dominatrix says, offended. Then...why didn't you press the clamp? She just watched him die and then called someone and never has she thought of pressing the clamp to get him down in case he possibly wasn't dead yet? We are dealing with some seriously stupid people -- people who consistently make wrong decisions. Andrea rolls her tongue in her mouth, wondering if McPointy would be interested in this get-up.
Joel. Interrogation room. Fearless and Wahlberg are working their magic on the dominatrix. "Seven people are dead. Three of them are kids." And this is her fault...how, exactly? Wahlberg says she might be involved. He suggests they charge her with the murder of Arnold Rabjon. Have they called his mom yet, to tell her how he died in church? She might know something. See if she's tooling around in a BMW M3. Has anyone tried to locate these cars to trace them back? No? Okay, I'll just keep it to myself then. The dominatrix says she wasn't there. "This revolts me as much as it does you," she says. She explains that she plays games, role-plays, helps people act out. She's a public servant, you see. Like a therapist. Fearless bellows, "How were you involved?" The dominatrix says that all she did was introduce Ratboy to Carl. Boom. Accomplice. Isn't it amazing how everyone in L.A. knows each other, and every case can be solved in just one interrogation-room scene? She says she doesn't know if Carl is his real name, and doesn't really know anything about him. "Tell us about him!" Fearless screams unnecessarily. The dominatrix says she doesn't know why Carl would do this, but some people are interested in causing pain: "Carl is interested in causing fear." And somehow this means that our murderer is some guy who may or may not be Carl that she doesn't really know, but was a client of hers that one of her clients knew. How random is this? This is enough for us to just assume they have their man? I can see why so many innocent people are in jail now.