After Midnight Page #2

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It's okay, Doctor. It really is.

Okay. Well, then do me a favor just call

me more frequently just for my sake, okay?

Okay.

Yeah.

The Candy Cat welcomes...

...the southern belle who's a

blonde bombshell.

Let's give it up for Britney.

Would you like a dance?

No, thank you.

Are you looking for a job?

There's an opening.

I have to go. I'm sorry.

Help me.

Hey, how you doing? You know I tried

to return your call a few times

but it went right to voicemail.

Anything wrong?

No. I just wanted to tell you I'm going to

take a few days off, like Rebecca offered.

Good. Give you time to clear

your head. Be good for you.

And also, one more thing, I

need you to do me a favor.

Anything. What?

Do you still have that police

detective friend?

Yeah.

Do you think he could get me a

copy of Ann's file?

I just want to find out what

they know.

I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll see what I can find out

but you gotta promise me...

...you'll leave the police

work to the professionals.

Got it?

Sounds like you're telling me

what to do again.

My God. What am I doing?

I'm just going to go in there

and ask a few questions.

There's nothing wrong with

that. I'll be fine.

The Candy Cat welcomes...

...the sexy Zoe.

Hey.

Hi. You're new here.

I just came to get a drink. And

I saw you looking at me.

You remind me of someone who

worked here.

Someone very pretty. She got

killed.

Did you know her well... the

girl that got killed?

Well, you never really get to

know the girls, do you?

But Duffy, she was great.

Some of the other girls just want to shake

you down for tips and dances but Duffy...

she liked to talk.

She did? I mean what did she

talk about?

Hello. Are you here to apply

for a job?

You want to come over to the

bar and talk to me?

Yes.

Okay. My name is Rikki.

Connie.

Come on.

Bye, Connie.

Well, I do have to say that you

have a... very nice look.

And... we are kind of

shorthanded at the moment.

Yeah, I heard about what

happened.

Did you know her well?

Who, Duffy? Yeah, of course I

did.

And I take a very personal

interest in each one of my girls.

I mean I... I have to.

Why is that?

Well, because I'm like their

Mother Hen.

I've been there, done that and

these girls are like lost souls.

They're like kids that have foster parents

that don't care whether they live or die.

I guess they're really lucky to

have you.

Don't fool yourself. I am no

pushover.

You do junk, you rip off my customers, you

steal from me, and there will be hell to pay.

Tow the line or else?

That's about the size of it.

So, what do you think?

You want the job?

Yes. Please.

You've never danced before in

your life have you?

No. I just really...

I need the money.

Boy. Amen. Don't we all,

sister.

Look, I got a big empty hole in tomorrow

night's roster so if you want to show up,

you want to shake it a little bit. I don't tell

the girls how far they can go with the guys.

But one thing directly affects the other,

if you know what I mean.

I know what you're talking

about.

Okay, have your start paper filled out and

also what I need from you is your stage name.

Stage name?

Yeah. All the girls have stage names.

No one uses their real names around here.

Um... Ann.

Ann? Ann? Okay, well that's

kind of dull.

Do I fill out my

paperwork here?

No, you can take this paperwork

to the dressing room.

It's just down the hall and

introduce yourself to the girls

and I'm sure you will all get

along just fine.

Thank you so much.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Hi, I'm Ann.

Hi. Hey, do you know anything about these,

like, clasp fastener thingies?

I can't get this one to pop

like the other one

and it's just, like, not as

hot, you know?

Try squeezing it first.

It works! Thanks.

You just started?

Tomorrow.

Have you ever done anything

like this before?

No. Does it show?

Well, you're still standing there

like you're afraid to sit down.

Just take a load off.

Right. Thanks.

Hey, aren't you scared to work

here?

You mean what happened to that other dancer?

Did you hear anything about that?

It's a robbery. Maybe.

Maybe?

Yeah, maybe.

Duffy didn't make very many friends here.

Especially not with Tina.

And she really didn't like Misty.

She was real jealous. And then this...

Britney! Why don't you just shut your mouth

about things you don't know anything about.

Some of our regulars aren't

exactly gentlemen.

I don't know. I've been thinking

it's a good time to retire.

Or just move. I hear they always

need good dancers in Canada.

It's way too cold up there and

who you going to dance for?

Lumberjacks. I mean it's got to be

better and safer than this place.

Well. I'm up.

Gotta go.

Good luck, Ann. See you

tomorrow.

Thanks.

You're sitting in my station.

You new or something?

I'm Ann.

Great. Don't even think about

looking at any of my regulars.

I will seriously mess you up if

you do, got me?

Sure.

Tina, don't be so mean. She's

never even danced before.

I know. And those creeps eat

girls like her for lunch.

Okay. I'm up after Zoe. See you

guys later.

Tina, can I ask you a question?

Get away from me.

Who are you? New girl?

Ann.

Ann?

That was Duffy's real name.

I don't know anything about

that.

She made somebody really mad.

And that person was you?

No. Not me. I'm Pax. Bartender.

I make it my business to know

all the dancers.

Bully for you.

I'm not a bully, baby. I'm a lover.

Can't wait to see your act.

Damn.

Where you going in such a

hurry, darling?

Sorry, I don't start until

tomorrow.

Come on. Come on. I got a

little secret for you.

You hear anything about...

about that dancer that was

killed... Duffy?

Why? Do you know something

about it?

Well, I know a few things. I

know who killed her.

Who?

Well, maybe you and I should

talk because...

how much is it worth to you?

You don't know anything.

Hey, I know that you're the

girl from "T.V."

No, I'm not.

Well, sure you are. See, I'm

good with faces like that.

Yeah, see, you painted it up

different but it's you okay.

All right. Yeah. Hell, maybe I can get

a couple of bucks for a, you know,

a reporter working undercover

as a stripper.

Rusty, damn it. What the heck

are you doing here?

You know you're not supposed to be

taking photographs. Get out of here.

I'm going. All right, I'm going.

Yeah. Go. Go.

You okay?

Who's there?

Hey.

I was going to knock you out,

kid. Sneaking around like that.

You shouldn't have taken that

reporter lady's picture.

It's not polite.

You're not a nice man.

Why don't you mind your own

business?

Get the hell out of here before

I kick your ass.

Yeah, run away.

Feel better?

I'm fine. Just a little amped

up.

Maybe you can get your doctor to

prescribe you something for that.

No pills for me. I'm alert and

that's how I like it.

Good. Because you were right.

My detective friend called me.

Said they don't have any real

leads on your sister's case,

so they're going to treat it

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