Syd makes her way to the back entrance of some casino, where a security guard stops her. She whips out her ID, flashes him her spangly costume, and he lets her in. Once inside, Syd sports the complete casino-concubine outfit: midriff-baring tinfoil halter top, crotch-baring tinfoil miniskirt, bunion-creating tinfoil fuck-me heels, and charming tinfoil skullcap edged in beads most recently retrieved from a Pottery Barn table lamp. She announces to Dix that she's in, and swings her way through the bustling casino.
Ooooh...Guy Pearce in The Time Machine. Most likely to be a stupid film but...mmmmm...Guy Pearce. He's utterly delicious. Whether he's in drag or in a stupid film, he's delectable. Hell, I'd watch Guy Pearce read selections from the Yellow Pages while wearing a tutu; he's that gorgeous.
Welcome to the Reynolds Wrap Casino. Syd stalks through the casino carrying her coat and bag. Yeah, because ALL the Tinfoil Girls work the floors while carrying their paraphernalia. While I'm waiting for some slot-machine troll to grab Syd's arm and demand another gin and tonic, Francie and Charlie make an untimely appearance. Syd manages to avoid them, although I highly doubt they'd be able to recognize her in her highly reflective outfit. Syd's all, holy shit! Dix is all, whassup? Syd's all, Charlie and Francie! Dix is all, make sure they don't see you. Syd enters the "employees only" area and scampers down a hallway.
Seconds before a security guard rounds the corner, Syd enters her designated "spy" area and slams the door. While she's creeping around some computer room, we're treated to a detailed explanation of what she's about to do by our resident geek, Marshall. He basically tells her that she's going to hack into the casino video system via the fiber optic cables, but that any interruption in the feed will tip off security that there's trouble right here in Spy City, and that starts with "T" which rhymes with "P" and that stands for "Pathetic." Like, we get it, okay? It's tough to hack into the casino, but of course, Marshall's got just the tool. Hee. "Tool." Um, anyway, Marshall goes on to describe what his "tool" does and, really, does it matter? Syd's gonna hack into the video system without getting caught. Great. Moving on.
Syd successfully hacks her way in (shocker) and replaces Buchanan's ID picture with a picture of Dix in full Rasta mode. She tells Dix he's ready to rock. Dix enters the casino looking all VIP-ish; the security guy sees him and notifies the casino manager that the Jamaican bigwig has arrived. Next thing we know, the manager is personally escorting Dix to Dahlgren's private casino.