Without a Trace

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

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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.