Cut to Sara talking to the redhead. Before we get into the details, a shallow note: she looks really, really great in the pink shirt and jacket she's got on. Moving on...Sara's saying, "You told us you didn't know the victim," and the redhead huffs, "I didn't want to get involved. I still don't." Sara says evenly, "You were in his bed. I'd call that 'involved.'" The girl says, "Look, Maurice wasn't a nice guy, but I slept with him anyway. I could service him all night, and he wouldn't even ride the elevator with me." "I bet that hurt," Sara says. Then she adds, "Enough to kill him?"

And just in case you needed any contrast between the insecure-seeming redhead and Regina, there's the lingerie lady herself, defiantly asserting, "He was better when I left than when I got there." Gil's glasses steam up, but he maintains a deadpan mien and asks, "What time was that?" Regina said she stopped by for her booty call around 7 PM, adding, "He knew how to have fun. That's why we all come to Vegas, isn't it?" Gil squints through the fog, as steam rises gently from his skin.

Hammering home the contrast even further, Brenda the redhead says frustratedly, "I'm fat, Ms. Sidle. I am a fat woman. I've tried diet after diet, joined gym after gym, done obesity programs, obsessed about drastic surgery...and I'm still fat. I didn't get my high school crush -- I did his homework. I didn't get the one in college either. He became my 'friend.' But Maurice left a note in my slot on the message board. And he made me feel special, sexy, wanted." Sara asks, "Did you know about the other woman?" and Brenda indicates exactly how low her self-respect is with, "When I went to his room, she was leaving." Sara speaks for all of us with: "And you slept with him anyway?"