All language subtitles for Without a Trace - 5x02 - Candy.en

Previously on
Without A Trace:

Those tests could be wrong.

- I mean, are you sure?
- The doctor just confirmed it.

Look, I got two kids already.
I wasn't expecting any more.

Jack, I'm 45 years old.

I've never had kids- this is a big decision.

Look, I am hanging on to this guy
by a thread.

Jack, the warrant is not gonna happen.

But I am not letting him go.

Everybody down!

Give me the gun.

FBI!

Put your hands in the air
where I can see 'em.

Do one decent thing in your life-

tell me where she is.

The suspect died almost immediately
as a result of the gunshot wound.

Agent Cassidy was found nearby in a hangar.

And exactly how long had you and Agent Cassidy
been dating at the time of this incident?

Six months.

Did, uh... all the members of your squad
know about this relationship?

We weren't hiding it.

- I didn't know.
- I didn't send out a bulletin.

We weren't hiding it.

What's this got to do with anything?

The suspect disarmed you, shot up the FBI,

and took your girlfriend as a hostage.

You didn't inform me
about this relationship,

you continued to lead the investigation,

and you eventually shot
and killed the suspect in question.

Look, I didn't shoot the guy because
he had my girlfriend hostage.

I shot him because
he was pointing a gun at me.

If you had told me about the relationship,

you wouldn't have taken the shot,

and we wouldn't have this situation.

It was a good shoot.

I want you to take responsibility, Jack,

for a critical lapse in judgment.

How about if I offer to replace
all the glass in the office?

Why don't you think about it
for a couple of days.

Then we'll meet again.

Whatever you want.

Show Tiffany some love, gentlemen!

She's headed down to your tables

to make some of you very happy.

And let's welcome
our next delicious dancer...

Miss, oh, so sweet...

Candy!

We got a female, 34,

married with a kid, disappeared
after she left her job as a stripper.

- How long's she been missing?
- Two days.

Anything on the husband?

Well, he told NYPD that
he didn't have a problem with her stripping.

- And they believed that?
- It takes all kinds.

Anyway, Danny and I
are gonna go check him out.

Okay, great.

Now, don't get fired before I get back-

I don't want to miss the drama.

Can't make any promises.

Without a trace
5x02- Candy

Transcript: FRM Team
Sync: Lucile76

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She usually get home around 4:00 a. m

Sometimes she drives, but if I have to take
our son someplace, she takes a taxi.

So when you woke up and she wasn't here,
did you call Lace?

Yeah. I talked to...

the owner, Leo.

He said she left when they closed
at 3:00 a. m.

Mr. Peterson, we'd like to talk to your son
if that's okay.

Um, he's in back,
but, um...

Is there some kind of a problem?

Uh... he doesn't know his mom works
at a strip club.

So where does he think she goes every night?

Dwayne Reed.

She worked the day shift there
until five months ago.

- Hmm.
- Pharmacy...

strip club-

that's a big difference.

Look, she-she... Cindy never graduated
from high school.

She was only making ten bucks an hour.

And we needed more money.

I'm assuming you needed a lot of money,

otherwise she would've just added a shift?

18 months ago, I quit my job
and I bought a boat business.

Right before people stopped buying boats.

No, she never really talked about work.

"Never really talked about work. "

Does that mean that, she, uh...

kind of sort of talked about work?

Noah, look.

I know this has to be
extremely hard for you,

but right now, I need you to help me
find your mom.

You understand?

A couple of days before she... went away...

- Mm-hmm.
- I got up early and came downstairs

to use the computer,
and she was sitting outside.

Mom... what happened? Are you okay?

It's nothing- I, uh, hit my head on a shelf.

Does it hurt?

Aches a bit- but that'll teach me
not to clean up a spill in aisle four.

- I think the night shift sucks.
- Yeah.

But only because it keeps me away from you.

She asked me not to tell my dad.

She said he would be worried.

Is that it?

Mm-mm. She put on a Mets cap
when we came in to cover it,

but I saw there were marks.

- What kind of marks, Noah?
- Red ones, like fingers.

You did good.

- Did she mention any of her customers' names?
- No.

Excuse me.

Did you know that four days ago,
somebody hit your wife at work?

She told me she hit her head on the cabinet
in the kitchen.

Well, apparently she lied.

So do you have any idea
who could've hit her?

No.

I- If I would've known about it,

I would've gone down there
and taken care of it myself.

If Candy had problems with a client,
she never told me.

I think you mean Cindy.

Whatever. She was a nice lady,

she got along good with the customers
and the girls,

but I got no idea what happened to her.

We're gonna have to talk
to all your employees

and all your customers.

That's not gonna happen.

Oh, really? Why is that?

Cindy left this building at 3:10 a. m.
with everybody else.

See, I run a private gentlemen's club,

and my lawyer tells me you got
no probable cause.

So without a warrant, youse can't stay.

- Why don't you call Anne and get one.
- Gladly.

Hi. This is Agent Spade.

Hey.

- How much you make on this FBI gig?
- Excuse me?

Whatever it is,
you could make more here.

Build up a nice, private clientele,
get some online exposure.

And I happen
to be hiring.

This must be my lucky day.

Yeah, this is Agent Spade.

No, everybody's mute down there.

We're still waiting on that warrant.

Yeah.

I got to go, I got to go.

Excuse me.

I'm Agent Fitzgerald with the FBI.

I need to ask you a couple of questions.

- What's your name?
- Melissa.

Hey, Melissa. Do you recognize that woman?

That's Cindy.

Is she in some kind of trouble?

Well, she left here a couple of nights ago

and hasn'tbeen seen since-

how well do you know her?

As well as the other girls-
but I like her better.

You a... you a dancer here?

Uh, I'm a little past that,
but thanks for the thought.

I tend bar.

Yeah, we, uh, we thinkthat she got
into some kind of altercation four days ago-

- you know anything about that?
- I-I-I'm sorry, I don't.

Cindy have any other problems
here at the club that you know of?

Only that she wasn't cut out
to be working in it.

I got some lame tippers tonight.

Maybe I need to show more cleavage.

Hey, you shouldn't flash that around.

Everybody here needs more money.

What'd you do anyway, rob a bank?

It's from a customer.

You could ride that wave all the way home.

It's not like that; he's a nice guy.

Then why is he hanging out here?

You know, he wants to fly me to St. Bart's
for a weekend?

He want to fly your husband, too?

Oh, God, at this point,
Jim might not even care.

There's so much tension.

- You know, he hasn't touched me in months.
- St. Bart won't fix that.

Come on, I'm not really going anywhere.

Good. Because the gig's in here.

Out there's your real life.

Nothing good happens when you mix the two.

Some of these guys just don't have
our girls' best interests at heart.

- Any idea who the guy was?
- She never said.

You think anyone in the club might know?

No one in there's gonna talk to you.

They're not gonna have a choice
when our warrant shows up.

Yeah, well, there's talking
and there's saying something.

Then why don't you say something.

Why don't you try to find Margot Hennessey.

- Maybe she can help.
- Margot Hennessey, who's that?

She's a dancer, used to work here
till a few weeks ago.

- We done?
- Yeah, yeah, we're done.

I checked out Margot Hennessey.

This bartender was onto something.

Her bank accounts are dormant

and her landlord hasn't seen her
for three weeks.

- That's right when she left the club.
- Well, maybe she went on vacation.

All right, guys, I spoke to the bank.

Cindy's husband was telling the truth.

This guy dumped everything
into the business.

Lost his savings, the house,
even got one of his cars repo'd.

Should've just put the money in a hole
and covered it with dirt.

I think Cindy bolted.

I mean, a stripper's like a nurse.

She can get a job anywhere, right?

- Think she left without her son?
- It happens.

Hey.

Didn't expect to see you.

I just came up to check on the warrant.

Oh.

Well, barring anything unforeseen,
you should have it in about an hour.

Which is exactly what I told Agent Spade
when she asked me 20 minutes ago.

Right. It's just that it's important.

I am aware of that.

So how did your session go with Dr. Harris?

I had to move it.

Something come up?

Yeah.
Yeah, it did.

Listen, I have a meeting with
the deputy director two minutes ago, so...

Then go.

The real estate agent rang.

She said there's an apartment in Chelsea
we might be interested in.

You know, I really don't have time
for it today.

I'm thinking maybe
we should have her stop looking altogether.

Yeah, that's not what I said.

No, no.

Jack.

Margot Hennessey's car has been collecting
parking tickets in Brooklyn.

Any sign of her?

Not yet.

Do you want us to take a ride?

One more and she'd have been towed.

Oh.

I don't think she'd mind.

I've never seen her before.

Who is she?

She was a dancer at Lace with your wife.

Her name's Margot Hennessey.

Cindy never mentioned her.

Well, we dug into Margot's finances,

and recently she made some
very large cash deposits.

$20,000 in a CD last month.

Does that sound familiar?

No. Why would it?

Well, your wife made a $14,000 payment
to a credit card last month.

I'm assuming you knew about this.

Yeah, what's the problem?

They both worked at the same club,

they were both throwing around
the same sort of money.

Margot is dead...

and Cindy's missing.

Now is there any chance

that her relationship with her customers
evolved more than dancing?

Cindy and I have our problems,
but she would never do that to Noah.

U ndercover?

The club is the direct link between
the dead woman and our missing person.

Okay, what's going on with the warrant?

We got one, and we got all the financials,
but nobody at the club's talking.

We need access from the inside.

Look, Samantha can't do it
because she's been made already.

I'd do it myself, but...

Yeah.

I certainly understand
if you don't want to do it.

It's all right.

Won't be a problem.

Okay.

You start tomorrow.

Okay, um...

thanks for giving me the shot.

We'll run through the protocol
in the morning.

Your stage fee is $100 a night.

You give the bartender and the bouncer
each five percent at the end of the shift.

What's ever left is yours.

And how much is that?

Depends on how nice the customers
think you are.

- What about feature dances?
- No, that's based on seniority.

Am I working at GM?

Yeah.

Without the jumpsuits.

That's Nicki.

Here's your locker,
there's your make-up table.

Hey.

Um, that's the girl the cop
was asking me about?

Yeah.

So what happened to her?

I wish I knew what happened to her,
then I could get them the hell out of here.

I'll meet you in the main room
for paperwork.

Any other questions,
Bubbles here will answer them.

If you want, I could keep that stuff
till she comes back.

She your friend?

Yeah.

Well...

sorry.

Yeah, that makes two of us.

Good luck.

Where are we with the ATM records
from the club?

We crosschecked them against Cindy's shifts.

A lot of customers had criminal records,

but none of them were there
the night she went missing so far.

Whoa. Hey.

Someone forget to give me
the casual Tuesdays memo?

No, I'm going to the club...

undercover.

Oh.

They make those jackets for men?

Excuse me.

I'll call Elena and let her know
you're coming.

Yeah, well, I'll call you as soon as
I make contact.

Hey. A Cosmo and a bourbon
on the rocks for table eight.

Okay, go into Leo's office,
get me some cherries, will ya?

The door's just down the hall.

You looking for the bathroom?

No, I was just looking for these.

I saw you checking out the client list.

I just wanted to see how many of the clients
the girls have

so I know what to expect.

I don't suppose Leo knows.

You can tell him if you want.

- No, it's cool.
- All right.

Just don't poach any of Nicki's guys.

- Why, are you the boyfriend?
- Yeah.

- Well, I'm Erica.
- Kyle.

I have to deliver some cherries, so...

excuse me.

Right.

Hi, I'm Michael.

Hello, Mike.

How you doing?

How do you think I'm doing? Cold.

Buy yourself a sweater.

Then my tips would be no good.

You hear anything?

- Order a drink.
- I'll have a club soda.

That'll be $12.

- 12 bucks for a club soda?
- Yeah.

Listen, honey, I just dance,
I don't set the prices.

Thank you.

Cindy has three platinum clients.

One of these could be our guy, all right?

And now, welcome our newest
lovely... Erica!

Really?

You don't seem like an Erica.

Shut up. Please go outside,
have a smoke, anything.

- I don't smoke.
- I don't really care.

- Just come back when I'm done.
- Okay.

Thank you.

July 16...

July 21, August 8...

You know, the ATM records show
that you withdrew money from the club

only on the nights that Candy worked.

I go other times.

You pay extra to smack her in the head?

What are you talking about?

I didn't hit her.

Well, we have a witness who says different.

So the "I didn't do a thing"
really isn't gonna work out.

We'd hang out sometimes.

She danced...

but we'd talk, too.

I liked her.

You'd think I'd learn.

The 20s just buy the dances,
nothing else.

But I thought Candy was different.

How do I make you feel, Donnie?

You need to ask?

We should go out sometime.

The club is nice, but it's loud.

Dinner and dessert might spoil the magic.

I don't think so. We get along.

Don't get all serious on me.

The other girls want to go out with me,
but I would rather go out with you.

Steer clear of the other girls.

Why?

You jealous?

I'm just trying to keep you out of trouble.

Look, if you go out with some girl here,

you'll get an envelope full of pictures
of your bare ass,

and you'll pay a ton of money

to keep them away from that wife
you're too scared to leave.

So don't be stupid.

Who the hell do you think you are?

Hey! Hey!

Hey! Damn it!

They took me outside.

They said they wouldn't press charges
as long as I didn't come back.

Any idea who was involved
in this blackmail scheme?

No.

Sure you don't want to rethink that?

You know, I think
I'm done answering questions.

I'd like to see a lawyer.

Okay, you got it. Set it up.

See you tomorrow.

No more questions. Okay, okay.

No more questions.

Six foot, muscular,
right-handed.

That's pretty impressive considering you had
a knife pressed against your neck.

you recognize the voice?

Nope.

You know what,
I'm going to pull you off this.

It's getting way too tight.

Jack, come on, it was a warning.

If I don't go back, the cover's blown.

All I have to do is act scared,
and make him believe that it worked.

It's okay. Come on, please.

I'm going to have somebody
watching you 24/7.

And if something goes down,

- you're going to call out right away.
- No problem.

Now I want you to focus
on the blackmail angle.

I need to know who the players are.

Will do.

Have you moved your daughter
to your mother's house?

Right before I came in.

So good.

- Hey, Elena.
- Hey.

- What happened in there?
- I'm going to go back to the club.

- So a knife to the throat's not enough for you.
- I'll be fine.

I promise.

All right?

Danny.

I had a funny feeling about Jim Peterson,
so I combed through his phone records.

He called Dwayne Reed a couple times
a week last month.

Well, it's where she worked.

- She quit her job five months ago.
- Right.

Right?

- Great.
- That's what I thought.

I ran into Olczyk at the budget meeting.

He asked me if I thought your judgment
was affected during the Davis case.

- And what did you say?
- Yes.

- You said yes?
- I said yes.

Jack, I had warned you about proceeding
with the Davis interrogation.

You just wanted to turn him loose
on the street.

With surveillance.

I did not suggest you buy him
a plane ticket out of town.

Look, I followed protocol.

What about common sense?

I'm not going to buckle under pressure
from you or Olczyk

or anybody else to admit a mistake
that I did not make.

That man had your gun at my head.

I'm aware of that.

- Agent Johnson, is there any news?
- Where's your son?

He's visiting a friend's house.

Good, because I don't want him
to overhear this conversation.

Why'd you keep calling Dwayne Reed
for the last couple months?

- What are you talking about?
- Cindy quit her job five months ago.

Yet you kept calling at least twice a week.

- Who told you this?
- The supervisor.

You see, they had a deal.

Whenever you called, he would say
that she was taking inventory.

Then he'd call her at the club and tip her off
and she'd call you at home.

But you stopped calling last week.

So what happened?

Find out she's a stripper
and things get out of hand?

No. No, listen, I would never hurt Cindy.

Then stop lying to me.

It was after she paid off the credit card.

I thought she had some sugar daddy
so I followed her to work one night.

What are you doing here?

Shouldn't I be asking you that question?

I mean, what the hell is this, Cindy?

Look, I'm sorry.

All those guys staring at you
shaking your ass.

How could you lie to me?

- You'd never have let me come here.
- You're damn right.

But I guess it was something you wanted
to do anyway, huh?

- Do you think I want to be doing this?
- Sure as hell looks like you did.

You're judging me? You put us in this spot.

I had to do something.

By next week I'll have enough.

We can start clean. Then I'll quit.

No, you need to quit now.

- Jim...
- No.

I'm the one who got us into this mess.

I' unload the business.

I'll meet you at home.

Talk about the rest tomorrow.

She never made it home.

- Why'd you pretend you knew?
- Because I know how you guys think.

I was afraid you were going to focus
the investigation on me.

And I didn't want anything to get in the way
of you finding Cindy.

- What did I do to deserve this?
- Nothing yet.

- What do you want?
- I want to get to know Erica.

You have any tips?

Beats me. That's not what I do.

Keep it, keep it, keep it.

Here's my number,

just in case you get any ideas.

That good-looking Latin guy...

the one with the flowers on his shirt...

He wants to be your friend.

Not interested.

Seems like he's got a lot of dough.

Well, maybe I'll dance for him
and he can buy me an iPod.

- You could get more than that.
- It's not worth it.

Erica, don't walk away from a good thing.

Okay, so you haven't spoken to me two words
since I've been here, right?

So what's up, now? We best friends?

I'm sorry. Hmm.

I just think there's a way this can work out
for both of us.

I'm listening.

Elena said that the bouncer at the club
insisted that she take me to this building.

Well, for sure they have a room in there
rigged with cameras

take pictures of the marks.
- That's what we're thinking.

After you go in, I'm going to send
Samantha and Martin in.

- They can check the adjacent apartments.
- Mm-hmm.

But I'm going to need
to catch them in the act.

So you got to keep it going.

- How's your... stamina?
- You'll get your show.

Yeah, I'll bet.

Hey.

- You ready for this?
- Do I have another option?

- It's hot in here.
- Okay, take off your jacket.

Come on.

Microphones?

I don't know.

Clear.

402 is empty.

FBI! Keep...

Um, sorry.

Just stay in your apartment, all right?

I love that movie.

404 is a no.

- What's Samantha doing?
- Nothing yet.

Upstairs.

Anything?

Nothing yet.

Okay.

FBI! Keep your hands where we can see 'em.

- You got him?
- Yeah.

Stand up.

Let's go. Head against the wall.

All right, Taylor,
you can put your lips away.

Danny...

Danny, do you copy?

Yes, I copy.

We got him.

It's a nice collection you got going here.

Aren't you guys supposed
to do something serious, like...

stop al-Qaeda?

You know, when we need some help with that,

we'll give you a call.

But we're pretty good at multitasking.

On my mother's grave,
I had nothing to do with that.

Margot Hennessey worked for you,

and we found a tape
in your collection

of her with one of your marks.

So what? Why would I kill her?
She made me a lot of money.

Well, maybe she mouthed off to one of your marks

like Cindy Peterson did.

What does Cindy have to do with this?

Margot Hennessey is dead
and Cindy is missing

and you, my friend,
are the common link between both.

Now, blackmail will get you jail time,

but I've got enough circumstantial evidence

to make sure a jury convicts you of murder,

and unless you got something to add...

I'm happy to put this in the hands
of the U.S. attorney

and let you hang out to dry.

Okay, now, you gotta believe me.

The only problem I had with Cindy
was that she wouldn't put out.

You didn't get enough when I was onstage?

I like it better when you don't know
I'm looking.

I like it better when I'm leaving.

Oh, where you going?

Home.

Oh, well, that's a shame 'cause I thought

we could get to know each other better.

Maybe we can go to Starbucks some day,
get a frappuccino.

Okay, I get it, if you don't want
to play ball with the customers,

but there's other ways
you can make yourself useful.

Yeah, I was thinking the same thing.

Only at home, not here.

What's this for?

You can give them to the next girl.

I followed her out, but she jumped
into somebody's car and took off.

What kind of car?

Silver Mustang.

Nicki does your, uh,
does your boyfriend live with you?

Why do you care about Kyle?

Oh, I just wanted to confirm

that you borrowed his car to pick Cindy up
at work last Friday night.

Why?

Well, the bouncer at the club
saw her get into a silver Mustang

the same one they saw drop you off
at work the other day.

- I didn't do anything to Cindy.
- Well, someone did.

And you were the last person seen with her.

Look, it was Kyle's idea, not mine.

- What idea?
- To borrow money.

I... I borrowed money from Cindy
a while back.

She lent me money for, uh,
medicine, for my mom.

- For your mom?
- Yeah.

What's wrong with her?

She's got a stomach problem.
It's really bad.

Let me show you something.

Three months sober.

I want you to stop lying to me
because I know

- a junkie when I see one.
- No.

I think you tried
to borrow more money from Cindy.

When she turned you down, you killed her.

I didn't.

Do you know how the law works?

An accomplice to murder
does the same amount of time

as the person who committed the murder.

Now, if you help me,
we can work something out.

All right.

Kyle and me, we went...

we went really deep on package
and then the dealer wanted his money.

And she told me she was quitting the club.

And that's when you called Kyle.

Yeah.

He said we had to get it that night.

So I offered her a ride home.

Kyle got stuck with the zoning paperwork.

He should be done by now.
We'll get you back home.

Hey, ladies!

You talk to her?

No, what's going on?

Look, Cin, we got a money problem,

and we were wondering
if we could borrow a little more.

I don't think I can help you.

Where's the money
you've been flashing around?

I used it to pay down some credit cards.

We need some money!

Like I said, I don't have any-
just what I made today.

Check it out.

Here it is.

What's this? That's it?

I said I didn't have any more.

Let's go to your house, huh?

I told you, I don't have any more.

In the car.

Do you want to die?

No.

Let's go for a ride.

You stay away from my family!

It happened really fast.

He just lost it.

Where's the body?

He tied her to a cinder block and...

he dragged her to the river.

He let go and...

she just disappeared.

I tried to stop him.

Sounds like you were a big help.

Well, NYPD found the guy
who killed Margot Hennessey.

It was her last blackmail target.

They ID'd him from the tapes that we seized.

Well, at least something good
came out of this.

Yeah.

Hey, have you heard
from Harbor Patrol yet?

About 15 minutes ago.
Divers found Cindy's body.

Well.

Does her husband know yet?
- I got to go tell him.

All right.
Good luck.

Yeah.

- You're good?
- I'm good.

I got it.

- I wish I could sleep this peacefully.
- I know. Me, too.

You know, she's going to wake up
in the morning

She's gonna see me.

But, Cindy's boy...

Doesn't seem right, you know?

Yeah. That's because it's not.

I guess I should let you go.

I know.

But thanks for your help.

Your mascara is a mess.

I'll take it off when I get home.

Good night.

I'll see you tomorrow.

It is tomorrow.

Your, uh...

secretary's missing

Here.

What's this?

It's my report to Olczyk on the day
of the shooting.

With the appropriate sense
of self-awareness and responsibility.

Good.

You know, the whole time he had you,

...all I could think of
was that I had to find you

because if I didn't,
I would never be able to fix this.

Fix what?

This. Everything.

The, the...

The baby.

When you told me that you were pregnant...

what I should have said was,
"That's great. That's fantastic. "

Because that's...
how I really feel, I think.

And... if I'd have said it...

this would all be different.

I'm sorry.