Chung-chung! Teresa's dad is at the hospital, clearly distraught. Stabler asks him why Teresa was out so late. "Jazmin was always old for her age," says the dad, who goes on to explain that they changed Teresa's name to "Jazmin." "It's a trademark," he says. "A trademark -- kind of like 'Jewel,' or 'Cher'?" sneers Stabler. Though unlike "Jazmin," at least those names don't sound like they came off a can of Fragrance Impostor spray. The dad explains that he knows it sounds silly, but they had "big plans." Dad tells them that he dropped off -- okay, we'll call her "Tazmin" -- at the photo shoot around six. "They really don't like parents hanging around," he says. "I should have called. I was worried sick. But I really didn't want to seem like a troublemaker." Stabler gives the Parental Guilt Knife in Dad's back a little twist: "Your daughter's out at six in the morning and you're worried about looking like a troublemaker?" Dad explains that Tazmin's agent said not to worry, and he trusted her. "Who is this agent?" asks Benson. "Nina Laszlo," he says, in a tone of voice usually reserved for saying things like "colostomy bag."

Chung-chung over to the Laszlo Agency. Bebe Neuwirth plays Nina, which means: Lillith from Frazier - comedy + lipstick = Nina = "Nillith." We'll call her Nillith. "Everyone loved Jazmin," says Nillith. Benson points out that the past tense is a little premature. When they ask Nillith about the photo shoot, she balks at the assumption that she was Tazmin's chaperone. Benson mentions that Tazmin was using amphetamines. Nillith: "Oh?" Stabler: "Yeah, oh. Know anything about that?" Nillith: "No!" Everyone starts shooting little poison darts out of their eyes at each other. Benson asks who was in charge of all the underage models at the photo shoot. Nillith acts like it's a dumb question. She tosses her hair. "I suppose the photographer -- Carlo Parisi." Stabler and Benson exchange one of their trademark can-you-believe-these-people? looks. "Are we boring you, Ms. Laszlo?" asks Stabler sarcastically. Nillith looks chagrined: "A little, yes! This is a huge, huge business, Detective. My job is to represent these girls, who will do whatever it takes to get where they want to be." "Does that include the emergency room of Roosevelt Hospital?" asks Stabler. Nillith gets pissed: "Please." Nillith is supposed to have this acid tongue, I guess, but it's more like a Safeway Brand Distilled White Vinegar Tongue. Benson asks her one last question: "What kind of car do you drive?" "An Acura. White," mutters Nillith. In case you were wondering what kind of wheels a bitch on wheels might drive.