All language subtitles for Without.a.Trace.S03E20.The.Bogie.Man.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Hey.

Brought you a bagel.

Ah, thank you.

Listen,
I was thinking

about your cousin's wedding,
and um...

I would like to go.

I mean, I'm a little nervous
to meet your family,

obviously,
but I think you're right.

I think it's time.
I already booked my flight.

Oh, well, I-I...

Actually,
that's not true.

I didn't,
but I'm going to.

I'm going to go by myself.

Is something wrong?

No, I just...
I don't want to do this anymore.

What?

I'm just tired
of playing games.

And, frankly,

I'm not interested
in waiting around

while you figure
out your problems.

My problems.

So, what are you saying?

We're done?
I mean, we're done?

Well, not just
like that, but yeah.

I am.

This is Daisy Thorpe.

I'll call you from the car
and give you the details.

Sam, I need you to come with me.
We're going to head upstate.

I don't know what's
going on with you two,

but I want you to keep it
out of the office.

Must be the locals.

JACK:
Morning.

Who are you?

Special Agent Malone,
Special Agent Spade, FBI.

Who called you?

Daisy Thorpe's parents.

JACK:
Is there a problem?

No, we need all
the help we can get.

Yes, I can imagine.
Want to fill me in?

This place belongs to Curtis
Horne; he's our lead suspect

in Daisy's disappearance.

What do you have on him?

Killed a young girl named
Amber Bryce seven years ago.

We just couldn't prove it.

You look a little young
to be involved in that case.

Well, I wasn't.
But we all lived through it.

The sheriff found her body.

Up near the old bridge,

sexually assaulted
and strangled to death.

She was 13, just like Daisy.

What tied Curtis Horne
to the old crime?

Besides being her boyfriend, he
was the last one seen with her.

They argued that morning at
school, and he had no alibi.

How old was he?
17.

Very bad news.

What do you have in the way
of physical evidence?

Nothing.

No prints.
The killer wore gloves.

There was no semen.

I'd like to speak to Mr. Horne.

He's not going to answer
any of your questions.

He barely talks to us.

JACK:
Well, I'm going to
talk to him anyway.

Amber was the reverend's
daughter. No one could figure

why he let her date this scum.

What makes you
think that?

It's not just him,
his whole family.

His older brother is doing time
in downstate for manslaughter.

His father was around until
he blew his own head last year.

Curtis.
What now?

Curtis, this is Agents Malone
and Spade, FBI.

They'd like to ask you a few
more questions about Daisy.

I already told you.
I don't know her.

Maybe, uh...

Maybe this will help.

Never seen her before.

Where were you
yesterday afternoon?

Right here.
Where I always am.

I'd be at work, if anyone in
this damn town gave me a job.

Why do you stick around,
if you can't get a job?

To piss everyone off.

Now, if you're not
going to arrest me,

you can just get
the hell out of here.

You bet, sport.
Thanks for your help.

I'm going to need all your files
on Amber Bryce, okay?

Oh, and, uh,
could you do me a favor

and set up a 24-7
surveillance on him.

No, we won't let him
out of our sight.

All that's missing
is the banjo music.

SAMANTHA:
Why did you wait 15 hours
to call in this report?

We thought
she was acting out.

She's been doing
that a lot lately.

How do you mean?
It started a few months ago.

She started dyeing her hair,
and all those piercings.

Her whole personality changed.
One minute she wouldn't

speak to us,
and then the next,

she'd be screaming
at the top of her lungs.

We chalked it up to adolescence.

Has she ever run away?

A couple of times.

Usually after we
had a big argument.

But she's never
been gone all night.

Did you have a big
argument recently?

Yesterday morning,

I came in to ask her
what she wanted for breakfast.

CASSIE:
Come on. You have to eat.

I'm not hungry.

How about scrambled eggs?
How about I vomit?

Sweetie, you have
to eat something.

Could you please leave?

Want one?

What are these?!

You don't know? Wow, Mom,
you really are pathetic.

Are you having sex?

Thank God.
You scared me for a minute.

I asked you a question.

Daisy, who are you
having sex with?

You mean who aren't
I having it with?

I'm serious.

Everyone, Mom.

I'm having sex with everyone.

She said she was having sex
with everyone?!

I was going to tell you,
but then this happened.

Did Daisy have any contact with
Curtis Horne, that you know of?

No.

Does Daisy have a boyfriend?

No.

Those pills, do you
still have them?

Yes.
Great. I'm going
to need those.

I'm also going
to need her toothbrush.

What for?

DNA.

It's just in case.

Oh!

Hello.

Hey, Viv.
Hey, it's Danny.

Listen, I'm sorry
to bother you.

That's okay. I'm trying to open
this bottle of beta blockers.

I swear to God, if my heart
doesn't kill me,

these tops will.
What can I do for you?

New case, 13-year-old girl.
Jack has me doing the background

so I'm pulling all our old cases
of girls that age. 26 are open,
two of them are yours.

Only problem is, I cannot
read your handwriting.

The first one is a girl
named Elaine Pratt.

Okay, Elaine's in her 70s.

That must be a seven
and not a one. I'm sorry.

The other one is Mary Stefano.

Hang on.

Hold, I've got somebody
on the other line, okay?

Hello?

Yeah.

What?!

Okay, hang on a second.

Hey, Danny, Mary's a mobster's
daughter, so I'm guessing

it's not related.
But I've gotta go, okay?

Is everything alright?

Hello?

MARTIN:
Hey, it's me.
Hey.

I was able to track down
those pills.

She got them from a family
planning clinic in Hudson Falls.

I'll go ahead and fax you
the subpoena for her chart.

Great.
Alright, bye.

Hey, Martin.
Want to see something weird?

Okay, these are Daisy Thorpe's
phone records, right?

All the calls highlighted
are calls that she made

to Reverend Isaac Bryce,
Amber Bryce's father.

What's she doing calling him?
Exactly.

MAN:
You've been banging on
this drum for seven years.

I don't want
to hear them.

MAN 2:
And I have a seven-
year-old daughter,

Don't even bring her up!
I don't want to hear it.

Reverend Bryce?

Jack Malone, FBI.

I heard that you were
in town. It's...

This is just so terrible,

what Daisy's parents
are going through.

Did you have a close
relationship with
Daisy Thorpe?

Well, sure. Her parents
are both in the choir.

This is a very small
community here.

Hmm. It's my
understanding that

she's been calling
you a lot lately.

At home.

What are you implying?
I'm not implying anything.

I just want to know why she
was calling you so much.

Well, I really don't want
to talk about it.

She wanted to talk
about Amber, okay?

About what?

I don't know. Everything. A few
days ago, she came by here.

She wouldn't take no
for an answer.

Nice flowers.

Daisy...

I know you don't wanna talk,
to me but it's part
of your job description.

Daisy, please.

What kind of things did Amber
like

What about e.e. cummings?
I don't remember.

What about animals? 'Cause, you
know, my dad's a vet, obviously.

We've got tons of pets.
Did Amber have any dogs, cats?

You must remember that?

You really need to leave.

Did she play any sports?

She played tennis.

Tennis Where?

On the courts over on Thayer?
That's where my family plays.

My dad's been playing
there for years.

Maybe he knew Amber.

My daughter is dead!

That's all you need to know
about Amber. She's dead!

Now, please, go!

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have
exploded like that.

Why do you think she's so
preoccupied with your daughter?

You don't seem to fully
understand how much

what happened to Amber
affected this town.

Can you tell me about your
daughter's relationship with
Curtis Horne?

Nothing good.
Everything about it was wrong.

Ever tried to stop her
from going out with him?

Yes. The night
before she went

missing, we had
a long talk with Amber.

She promised that, the next day,

she would tell Curtis that
she wouldn't see him anymore.

And that's why you
think he killed her?

I know that's why.

Daisy listed you as
her emergency contact
on her clinic chart.

They said our charts
were confidential.

"Our" charts?

You went with her?
Yeah.

Were you and Daisy
sleeping together?

Me and Dais?

Um...
No.

Do you know if she was
sleeping with anyone?

No, um...
she isn't.

Well, what about
the birth control pills?

She got them
to freak her mom out.

At least
that's what she told me.

Seems Daisy's relationship with
her parents is pretty strained.

They fight a lot,
but no worse than anyone else.

Mm. What about,
um, Amber Bryce?

Did you ever hear her
mention that name?

Are you kidding?
She's... obsessed.

This is so sick.

What?
This whole Amber Bryce thing.

Some pervert has sex with a
13-year-old girl, and kills her.

And no one in this town
gives a damn.
Yes, they do.

Not enough to find out
who did it.

They know who did it.
Who, Curtis Horne?

Why don't they do something?
Why don't they arrest him?

I'm sure they've tried.
Not hard enough!

Dais... what's wrong?

I mean, Amber was killed
a long time ago.

She was 13 years old, Aaron.
She was our age.

How could you
not care?

How could this
whole town not care?

I told her not to go.

But she went
to see Curtis the next day.

You're sure about that?

Yeah.

Car's gone.

Where the hell's
the surveillance?

Curtis Horne! FBI! Open up!

He's not here.

But this is.

Daisy's.

He's driving a light blue Volvo
wagon, New York plates...

I told you
to watch for him.

I drove by three,
four times an hour.

Why didn't you sit
and watch him?

I got other things to do.
Like what, go to the donut shop?

Hey! You got a problem,
take it to me.

All I asked for was a simple
surveillance, that's it.

He screwed up.

I will handle it.

I hope you handle
it better than this.

SAMANTHA:
Jack?

Take a look at this.

What is that, blood?

Yeah. And it looks like
a partial bar code.

What do you want to know?

I want to know about the knife
that you sold Curtis Horne.

Curtis Horne. I wouldn't sell
that man a toothpick.

During the course
of our investigation,

we found a knife
on his premises

sold in your store
two days ago.

Not to Curtis.
I sold that blade to Daisy.

You sold an eight-inch
hunting knife

to a 13
Yeah.

I wouldn't have had to,
if these guys did their
job the first time.

What's that supposed
to mean?

She needed it for protection.
Protection from what?

Curtis Horne. I mean,
half the kids in this town

run scared of him--
isn't that right, Sheriff?

What were you and Reverend Bryce
talking about this morning?

Sunday services.

Yes, of course you were.

Thank you.

That's it?

Yeah, that's it.
Thanks for your help.

Okay.

Take care.

SHERIFF:
Hey, Bob.

See you next Saturday.

BOB:
You bet.

Why do I get the distinct
impression that he's lying?

Oh, Bob didn't do anything.

He just doesn't trust outsiders.

Seems to be an epidemic
of that in this town.

People are scared.

You know,
we're just here to help.

It'd be a real kick
in the pants

if we could get
a little cooperation.

Now, how about
those Amber Bryce files?

WOMAN:
Thank you for bringing
him home, Officer.

I really appreciate it.
You're welcome, ma'am.

You just gonna sit there?

Do you want me to call
the cops back and have them
take you downtown?

:
No.
What?

I can't hear you.
No.

Then start talking.
What do you want me to say?

What were you thinking
when you decided to cut school

and go drinking beers
in the park with your buddies.

I don't know.
You don't know?

You better figure it out,
because your father

and I work too damn hard for you
to start acting like this.

Now is not the time for you
to start pulling this crap.

Now is the time for
this family to pull together.

Do you understand me?

Your mom says you ride
your bike around here a lot.

This is kind of a shortcut.
You have to be careful, though.

Of what?

Making sure
Curtis doesn't catch you.

If he does,

he'll take you out
to the old bridge

and chop you
into little bits.

Little bits? Really.

That's what
he did to Daisy.

You don't sound
too sure about that.

What did you see?

It was two days ago.

I'm telling you, Curtis,
he killed Amber.

How do you know?
I just do, okay?

You have to trust me.

Why don't you
go to the police?

They're never gonna believe me.
They think it's you.

So what are you gonna do?
I don't know.

But I think he's gonna
try to kill me, too.

If you're screwing with me...

Then why do you think
I got this?

I ran away as fast
as I could after that.

Reed... do you know

who Daisy and Curtis
were talking about?

No.

Martin, have you looked through
the old crime files?

No, why?
Well, there's evidence missing.

Wasn't me.
Alright, listen to this.

In the sheriff's
initial notes, he wrote down

there was hair caught
in Amber Bryce's watch.

I've looked through everything.
There isn't even a mention
of hair in any of this.

Did you check the medical
examiner's inventory?

Yep, and the homicide reports,
and there is nothing.

Maybe the sheriff made
a mistake.

Yeah, well, that's
one hell of a mistake.

You know,
it said in your notes

that you found hair

on Amber Bryce.
Now, where is it?

That file's seven years old.

I don't know, someone went
through them and lost them.

If it was in the file
in the first place,
that might make sense.

But we read
all the reports.

No one mentions the hair.

But you found it, you wrote
about it, you discovered

who it belonged to,
and then you got rid of it.

Let's take it in there.

I was the first one
on the scene.

In fact, I was the one
who declared her dead.

While everyone...

went looking to...

call Homicide
and the M.E., I stayed.

She must have put up
one hell of a fight.

Anyway, I looked her over--
that's when I saw the hairs.

They were blond.

Curtis has dark hair.

I know that.

So what, you were
just gonna bury it?

No. If I was gonna
bury it, they never would
have appeared in my notes.

Did somebody else ask you
to get rid of it?

No. It's nothing like that.

I knew her.

She would sit in the
front pew in church

and listen to her father
deliver his Sunday sermon.

She always had a
smile on her face.

I see her out there
in the woods like that.

You know how long it takes
for the M.E.'s to get there.

She was just so exposed.

I got a blanket.

I knew right away
that I'd made a mistake.

You don't put anything on
a corpse like that-- that's how

you lose evidence.

I couldn't find it.

I was a deputy then. The sheriff
was a mean son of a bitch.

He would have fired
me on the spot.

I didn't know
what to do, so...

I decided to keep quiet.

And let the whole town think

that the kid was
responsible for her death.

If the case had ever come
to trial, believe me,

I would have
said something.

Sheriff Patton,
we found Curtis's car.

Alright, don't touch
anything till I get there.

JACK:
Sam. I think I got something.

Is he alive?

No.

SAMANTHA:
Well, the medical examiner

says he took a vicious beating,
but no stab wound.

What about the
marks on the face?
We don't know yet.

Could be that the assailant
was wearing a ring.

Could be a rock.
This wasn't busted this morning.

And this red paint
wasn't there either.

Now the glove compartment
is open and there is

crap all over the floor. This
car's already been searched.

Not that we can trust
a word that these guys say

but they claim they never
touched anything.

Yeah, right.

I'll deal with them later.
Yeah.

REVEREND BRYCE: For seven years,
the people of this town warned
me that this day would come.

They said that Curtis
had to be stopped,

that I couldn't
let him do it again.

My answer was always the same.

"Father, forgive us
our trespasses,

as we forgive those
who trespass against us."

But when Daisy disappeared
all that was washed away.

I couldn't say no anymore.

What the hell
is this about?

I can't let you get away
with it anymore, Curtis.

Look, I have somewhere to be.
I don't have time for this.

Move your car.

You aren't going anywhere.
I didn't do anything.

This is what you want?

You don't leave me any choice.

Go ahead then.
What?!

Go ahead...

and kill me.

My life hasn't meant
a thing since Amber died.

So go ahead...

because I don't care.

Let's do this now.

I loved Amber.

There's not a day that goes by
that I don't wish she was here.

Nice story, Horne.

You're about to meet
your maker.
Stop.

Let him go.

No, he has to pay.
No, Bob.

No, not this way.

Let's get out of here.

Let's get out of here!
Everybody!

Then we all got back
in our trucks.

He was there on the ground
when we drove away.

What time was this?
About noon.

You said Curtis was
headed out when you saw him.

Do you know where he was going?

No.

For all these years,

I've prayed to the Lord to give
me strength to forgive him.

I failed.

Truth is, I wanted Curtis
to be the one,

just so all this could end.

At this point, it must be
apparent, even to you,

that Curtis is innocent.

Even your own sheriff knew it
and tried to cover it up.

It might not be a bad idea to
work on that forgiveness sermon

that you give
to your congregation.

We're going to need a list
of the men who were there

and any blond-haired men
you can remember

that your daughter knew.

How's it coming?

Amber Bryce had a tennis coach
with blond hair who's dead.

A blond-haired piano teacher
who moved to Florida.

And a neighbor with blond hair
who was in Taiwan on business

the month Amber was murdered.
What have you got?

Sex crimes database
shows one guy--

George Rogers, living
in Druville in '98.

Blond hair?
And blue eyes.

Sounds like your type.

Only problem is he's been doing
time in Rikers since '02.

For what?
Sexual assault of a minor.

Doesn't help us find
Daisy Thorpe,

but you might have just
solved the old case.

Taylor.
Finally.

Yeah, I've been waiting
for you guys to call.

Right.

Alright.
Alright, thanks.

They got the DNA results back
from the blood on the knife--

it's not a match for Curtis,
it's a partial match for Daisy.

How partial?
50 percent.

You found a knife
with blood on it?

Yeah. According to the DNA, it
belongs to you or your husband.

JACK:
Did your daughter and your
husband have a disagreement?

We told you before, Daisy has
disagreements with both of us.

Ever end in violence?

Once.

A couple of weeks ago,
she threw a bottle at me.

I found her
by the old bridge.

Daisy?
What are you doing?

We have been looking
everywhere for you.

Well, here I am.
Guess you win the prize, Mom.

My God, have
you been drinking?

Like a fish.

Daisy, why are you acting like
this

Don't you know?
I'm the bad seed.

Guess I take after Dad--

well, except for the part
about murdering people.

What are you talking about?

Amber Bryce.

Dad killed her.
Okay, that's it.

It's true. He was having sex
with her and then he killed her.

Come on, get up.
We're going home.

She played tennis on Thayer
Street. That's where he met her.

We didn't even live
in Druville then.

Yes, we did.
We moved here when I was six.

Honey, you were
six and a half.

She was dead
months before that.

Why are you lying for him?

Why are you saying these things
about him

You know what, just forget it,
okay? Forget everything.

I just want to be alone!

I checked her bedroom
an hour later

and she was asleep in bed
with all her clothes on.

Mrs. Thorpe,
you work, correct?

I'm a bookkeeper
at Everwood Paper.

Mm-hmm.
What hours do you keep?

9:00 to 5:00,
sometimes 6:00, why?

What about your husband?

His hours are
more flexible,

but what does that
have to do with anything?

Do you think it's possible...

that your husband's
molesting your daughter?

No. No, it's
not possible.

Matt would never
do anything to hurt Daisy.

And how would you
really know?

I would know.

She's my daughter.

A mother would know something
like that was happening.

Where's your husband
right now?

He took the car a few hours ago.

I've been calling him
but he hasn't picked up.

I don't know where he is.

DANNY: If Matt Thorpe's been
gone six hours, we should
put it out nationwide.

Hey. I just checked
his credit card.

He bought gas
30 minutes ago

at a Sinclair gas
station in Saratoga.

Did you get that?

The Sinclair gas station
in Saratoga.

Looks like he's headed south.

Yeah, Danny's
already on it.

Did we check the phones?

Yeah, right there. A call from
Thorpe's house to Curtis Horne.

Yeah, at 11:55
this morning.

Wait, that's right before

Reverend Bryce and his posse
tried lynching him.

Hmm.

Maybe that's where
Curtis was headed.

To meet with Thorpe.
What for?

Well, maybe Thorpe knows
where Daisy is.

And he's either holding her
somewhere or...

or he's killed her.

Okay, great.

State troopers.
They got him.

JACK:
Where's
your daughter?

I don't know.

When I talk to you, you look
at me. You understand?

Right in the eyes.

Now, where's
your daughter?

I don't know.

I know exactly what
you've been doing with her.

I told you to look at me in
the eye when I talk to you!

Did you kill her?

Kill her?!
She's my daughter!

You haven't been treating her
like your daughter, have you?

I love her more than
anything in the world.

Really? Then tell me
where she is.

I told you I don't know. I want
to find her more than you do!

Yeah, I'll bet.

You've been molesting her,
probably for years.

No!

But she finally fought back.
No!

How do you explain
the cut on your arm?

I went to her
to ask forgiveness.

She went crazy.

Stay away from me.
Daisy, just calm down.

Stay away, or I swear to God
I'll slit your throat!

I know you're upset.

What I did was wrong.
Unbelievably wrong.

But can't
we just put it behind us?

I told Curtis!

What?!

I told him everything! What you
did to me, to Amber...

Amber...?!
You killed her!

Sweetheart... please.

Someone is gonna
get hurt.

You're never
gonna touch me again!

Honey, please.
No! No!

It only happened once.
One time.

Six weeks ago. I...

I was rubbing her back,
like when she was little.

I... I don't know
what came over me.

But it only happened once.
I swear to God.

Listen to yourself!
One time?!

You think that's okay?

You're a sick pedophile, Mr.
Thorpe. Do you understand that?

You need help.

Now what about Curtis?

We found him. His face was
beat up, it was marked up.

What'd you do,
try and shut him up?

No... I wanted him
to tell me where she was.

What happened to your face?

Never mind.
You said Daisy was here.

I lied. I knew you
wouldn't talk to me otherwise.

You've to tell me
where she is.

I don't have
to tell you anything.
She's my daughter!

Yeah? Well, you should have
thought about that before.

Tell me where she is, damn it!
No!

Tell me!

You did this to her.
She left because of you.

Tell me! Tell me!
Tell me!

Go to hell.

Tell me where my baby is.

Hello?

DAISY:
Curtis?

Daisy?

Honey, is that you?

She hung up on me.

Good for her.

Where's the phone?
The policeman took it.

Do you have the stuff?

It's 518.
What's 518?

Albany.

I think you should
handle this one.

Yeah.

Daisy?

I'm Samantha Spade.
I'm from the FBI.

We've been
looking for you.

I'm going to New York City.
Don't try to stop me.

What are you going to do
when you get to New York?

I don't know. But I'm going
and I'm gonna be fine.

Do you have any money?

Two hundred bucks.

Two hundred dollars.

How long... do
you think $200

is going to last you
in New York City?

I want to talk to Curtis.
You can't talk to Curtis.

I want to talk!
Why does everyone think they

know who the bad guys are,
when they don't...

Daisy, Curtis is dead.

What...?

What happened?

He was trying
to protect you.

From who

He should've come with me.

I told him to come with me,
but he wouldn't.

Why not?

Because... once you're gone,

I'm going to be the
first person they blame.

They're going to say he left
because he killed Amber.

And now he's done
something to Daisy.

Look, uh...

here's my number...

...in case...

well, you know,
if you need anything.

Oh...

there's this.

That's... That's just
to help you get started.

Thanks.

Daisy...

I'll never tell anyone.

Okay?

Promise.

I know.

I guess he kept his promise.

Yeah, he did.

What about my dad? I don't want
to end up like Amber Bryce.

You're not going to end
up like Amber Bryce.

Your mom was right.

Your family wasn't even here
when she was killed,

and your dad is going
away for a long time.

So now... now what?

You tell me.

Does my mom know?

Yeah.

Is she mad?

Not with you.

I don't want
to go home just yet.

Okay.

What do you want me to say?

Nothing.

I would like you
to clear Curtis' name.

My official statement.

My resignation is next.

That's probably good.

This town could do
with a fresh start.

You take care.

You do the same.

You mad at me?

Got to be mad at somebody.

Man, I'm pissed.

Are you scared?

Mm-hmm. Sure.

Of what?
Losing you.

Losing your dad.

How about you?

The same.

I hate hospitals.

Me, too.

The food sucks.
The smells, it's awful.

You guys are going
to have to sneak me in

some pizzas or something.

You want to help me with dinner?

Sure.

I got it.

Thanks.

Hey.

Heard you found the girl.
Congratulations.

Yeah.

These all from
the old case?

Yeah, sending them back.

Uh, Jack said you
had a lead on it--

some guy doing time
for sexual assault?

Eh, it just
didn't pan out.

So it's still unsolved.

I guess some cases
aren't meant to be.

You wanted me
to fight harder, didn't you?

Shouldn't have to be a fight.