(While Cath is getting ready to process, she glances at Lady Heather, Heather sees her)
Lady Heather: Go ahead, ask. "How can I do this for a living?"
Catherine: Oh, that's not what I was thinking. (pause) How much does this place clear a week?
Lady Heather: Ten grand.
Catherine: I'm not with the IRS.
Lady Heather (smiles): Okay. Twenty.
Catherine: I don't make that in three months.
Lady Heather: Sex pays a lot better than death.
Catherine: Plus the outfits are cooler.
Lady Heather: Well, I have this genius tailor. Worked at the Desert Inn back in the day. I let him come in weekends and play human ashtray. He designs for me and my girls. It's a fair trade.
Catherine: You got a good thing going here. And the best part is that these guys think getting slapped around and getting humiliated is their fantasy.
Lady Heather: Like I told my daughter...
Catherine: You got a daughter?
Lady Heather (smiles proudly): Eighteen this month; freshman at Harvard.
Catherine: Really? Mine's seven.
Lady Heather: Oh, that's a great age.
Lady Heather: When I thought Zoe was ready to hear it, I told her, "Honey, there are a lot of things you can give a man -- your body, your time, even your heart. But the one thing you can never, ever, ever let go of is your power."
Catherine: All my mother ever said to me was "Cash up front."
Lady Heather: Don't take this the wrong way but I think you've got everything it takes to make a great Dominatrix.
Catherine: I take that as a compliment.
Lady Heather: Well, you should. It's just about knowing yourself, being strong and not taking any crap from powerful jerks who are used to giving it all day long.
Catherine: Well, death is still a man's business and I don't have to tell you about police work.
Lady Heather: So, how do you survive?
Catherine: By knowing myself and working hard...and by not taking any crap from powerful jerks who are used to giving it all day long.