Clyde Cooper

- What's going on down there?

What's wrong?

- You know, we could try some girl-on-girl action.

Maybe that'll work.

Sure, no problem.

Where do you want us?

Over there on the couch.

Okay.

- I was renting an office above the liquor store

at 278 Mercado Street.

The rent was 1,600 a month.

I had one desk, three chairs,

and a carpet no cat would have kittens on.

It was Thursday and I was expecting a new customer

who had called me earlier.

Clyde Cooper?

That's me.

Vincent Donovan.

Good to meet you.

Likewise.

How long have you been in business?

Long enough.

Well, tell me more.

If I'm gonna throw my money at somebody,

I like to know who I'm throwing it at.

What do you want to know?

You an ex-cop?

No.

I worked for the District Attorney as an investigator once.

But I got fired for insubordination.

I test high in insubordination.

- What kind of investigations do you specialize in?

Whatever the cops don't touch.

I see.

What about you?

What's your story?

I used to be a lobbyist.

About a year ago, I left D.C. to invest in technology.

What kind of technology?

We're a startup.

We help other startups to start up.

Sounds like money.

So, what can I do for you?

I want you to find this girl.

She's beautiful.

The love of my life.

Didn't last long.

It was intense,

but somehow I didn't realize it because when I was with her,

it was like I was possessed.

Since she disappeared, I've been a nervous wreck.

You want a drink?

Sure.

I met her at the View Lounge at the Marriott Hotel

in San Francisco.

Went there with an old buddy of mine, George,

works in electronics.

So we went to the View for some drinks

and there we met a couple of divine looking chicks.

One thing led to another and...

Well, I really connected with this one.

Her name's Denise.

We spent a few days together.

And then about a week ago, she stopped answering my calls.

I was worried because I gave her money

and I thought she might've overdosed on pills.

So, I went to her house to see if she was okay.

She didn't answer the door, so I went around the back.

Denise, it's Vincent!

Open up!

Who are you?

I'm looking for Denise.

I am Denise.

- I'm looking for another Denise, Denise Morgan.

I am Denise Morgan.

And who are you?

You sure it was the same house?

Come on, I'm not that senile.

I spent three nights in there.

$2,000 down payment.

You find her, there'll be more.

I can't guarantee any results.

Fair enough.

See what you can find out.

- Okay, but I'm gonna need a few more details.

Once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life,

love gives us a fairy tale.

Love can be magic.

But in my business, we don't believe in magic.

- So, Vincent told me that his girl's gone missing.

Yeah.

Is she okay?

- No, that's why I wanted to ask you about your girl.

My girl?

Vincent told me you met these two girls

at the View Lounge.

They seemed to be friends with other.

Yeah, I mean, I thought so.

But I do not know what happened to 'em.

I mean, it was kinda just a one night stand for me.

Did you ever get her number?

No, didn't really ask for it.

You have any pictures of her?

- I'm not what you call the sentimental type.

George was a dead end street,

so I had to rewind the tape,

go back to where the drama started.

The lounge at the Marriott Hotel.

What kind of a crowd do you get in here?

- Mostly locals, Silicon Valley crop, you know?

Business people.

- What about immoral young ladies digging for gold?

You get any of those?

You mean hookers?

Yeah.

Yeah, we get those, too.

You looking?

Who's this?

She's a runaway.

Her daddy's looking for her.

I don't know, man.

A lot of women go in and out of here.

Can't remember 'em all.

Wait, let me see that.

Hmm.

You know what?

She looks like a girl that was here last night.

That was a redhead, though.

A redhead?

Yeah, she was with a girlfriend.

One of our regulars was hittin' on them.

Who was that?

He's a nice guy.

He's the President of the American Plywood Association.

You got a name?

Lakshay, or something like that.

Thank you.

Finding Mr. Lakshay was easy.

Whoever was visiting him

didn't lock the door on the way out.

- I just want you to check, because his car's

been parked on the street for the last two days

and I haven't seen him leaving the home.

Oh, actually sir, my name is Doron.

Doron in Hebrew means gift from God.

You got that?

No, no, no.

No, no, no, that's not gonna fly.

I'm not going down on the price.

Who cares where they're coming from?

What do you want, birth certificates?

Yeah, I can send you more pictures.

Okay.

Okay, I will.

Cheap son of a bitch.

Okay girls, we're gonna take more pictures.

Take off your clothes.

He want to see you naked.

Ms. Morgan?

Yeah.

Clyde Cooper, private investigator.

What's this regarding?

These people are sitting on my sofa?

Yeah.

Was there anything missing from your home this morning?

No, I don't think so.

What did these people do in my house?

They had an affair.

- They broke into my house just to have sex?

They didn't break in.

The woman in the photo, she had a key.

She had a key?

- She told my client that this was her home.

I don't get it.

Neither do I.

Where were you at the time?

- I was out of town visiting my sister in Colorado.

- Does anybody else have a key to your home?

No, nobody.

All right, girls.

She's Katyusha.

She will be your driver.

You take it from here.

I check my email.

Hello, ladies.

My boss is really looking forward to meeting you.

You're gonna have to put these on

not to damage your wrists.

My boss wants you in mint condition.

Such smooth skin.

Feels like silk.

Did they hurt you?

Oh, we're fine.

How did you find us here?

Piece of cake.

You're all packed up?

What's your name?

Ruggero.

Hi, Sonya.

I'm in a motel with a customer.