Ben: Is Suzy in her room?
Guard: She's busy with a client.
Ben: It's going to have to be a quickie.
Suzy: You mutherfucker! You owe me money!
Ben: You should be keep better company, Suze.
Suzy: You want to make an honest woman out of me, Ben?
Ben: So what's going on with your girl? You said she's in trouble.
It's okay. You can talk in front of them.
Suzy: So Nicole met this new guy. A DJ at the Candystore. A girlfriend of hers is a dance there. Anyway, this guy tells her he can get her a job shaking her moneymaker. So she goes to audition, and she just fucking disappears.
Ben: What's her girlfriend's name? The dancer.
Ben: She doesn't know what happened to her?
Suzy: She claims she doesn't know shit.
Ben: Doesn't know, or doesn't want to say?
Suzy: She's afraid of those fuckers. I can tell.
Ben: Well, maybe I should talk to her.
Suzy: Maybe, you can be pretty persuasive when you want to be.
Kim: She works at the Candystore?
Suzy: Most every night.
Ben: I know you've been trying to keep Nicole out of the life.
Suzy: She's a good girl. She's been clean for almost a year. If something fucking happened to her, I swear to God . . .
Ben: Hey, I'll see what I can find out. Now give me the wallet.
Ben: It's not yours, and neither are the credit cards.
Suzy: Can't blame a girl for trying.
Eddie: Better make sure you still have your wallet, eh.
Ben: Let's go, smartass.
Kim: So how are we going to find her?
Eddie: You heard the boss. We'll ask around.
Kim: Raiding the place would find her faster.
Eddie: Yeah, and scare away anybody we want to talk to. We're better off keeping this on the down-low.
Baressi: Detective McCall? I'm Agent Baressi, DEA Internal Affairs. Ms. Dickson said you'd be expecting my call. We have some concerns about Agent Guerra. Besides the suspected skimming and drug dealing, he was the sole survivor of the Fourth of July bombing.
Ben: Sounds like you already made up your mind.
Baressi: He clearly has a gambling problem, and we're pretty sure he's dirty. Keep an eye on him. See if any money or drugs disappear. And while you're at it, grab the cell phones of any assholes connected to the cartel. Who knows what we'll find? Can you do that for me?
Ben: I don't know.
Baressi: You think he's innocent?
Ben: I think a fat-ass desk jockey like you have no clue what street cops have to do on a day-to-day basis.
Baressi: I'm telling you that Guerra is bad news. Do you really want a son of a bitch like that watching your back?
Eddie: Candystore, we're here. Let me talk our way in, okay? I don't have anger management issues like you two. No offense.
Bouncer: We're fully booked, ese. Sorry.
Eddie: Come on, homes. You tell me you can't squeeze in a couple of a big spenders, man?
Bouncer: The place is packed. What can I say? Wouldn't want to piss off the fire marshal, you know.
Eddie: Hey, yo, yo, check it out. You take care of me and my friends, man, and I'll take care of you. You know what I'm saying, ese?
Dolores: Angel, baby, it's okay. Let them in. I'll vouch for them. Welcome to the Candystore, gentlemen. I'm Dolores.
Eddie: Watch and learn.
Dolores: Yeah, Suzy called and asked me to let you in. I owe her one, but that's it. Now we're even.
Eddie: No problem.
Ben: We're looking for Tina. You know where she is?
Dolores: I don't know a Tina. You want a little tour of the club?
Ben: Why not?
Dolores: The Candystore is the finest gentlemen's club in Los Angeles. We offer a full bar, excellent service, and the decor, as you can see, is elegant, understated, and very sophisticated.
Eddie: Plus, there's all the naked girls.
Kim: What's upstairs?
Dolores: Private rooms for our VIP patrons.
Eddie: Private sounds nice. Maybe we'll check it out later.
Dolores: Come on, I'll show you to your table.
Here you go. Have a seat. One of the girls will be with you in a minute. If you like to check out the VIP rooms, just let me know. For the right amount of money, anything can be arranged. As long as you behave yourselves.
Eddie: Thank you, Dolores. You don't have to worry about us.