All language subtitles for Without.a.Trace.S04E18.The.Road.Home.WEBRip.x264-ION10

MAN:
Yo, I'm telling you.

When I saw my reflection
in the grill of that Hummer,

it was a beautiful thing.

I mean,
a man and his bike,

defying death
to live another day.

Hey.

Any luck finding
your stuff?

Thank you so much
for the bike.

No worries.

I asked
all around the Belvedere.

No one remembers
seeing my bike locked up,

let alone who took it.

I think he might know.

Am I interrupting something?

No, we were just finishing up.

Good. Got one more
for the road. Do you want it?

Yeah, definitely.

Hey, yo. You sure you
want to do that, Lou?

I mean, Brandon here,
he's a damn slow rider.

Even slower on foot.

Ain't that right?

Where's your bike?

It's in the shop.

Rush hour traffic,
running would be faster.

Yeah, nice try,
newbie.

Come on, Lou.

Fly like the wind.

Hello.

What are you
still doing at home?

You were supposed
to be here a half hour ago.

What? Oh, crap.

I overslept. I'm sorry.

What have I told you

about staying out late
on school nights?

What's up?

We got a bike messenger
on the West Side.

Brandon Parker, 18.

Went out on a run
two nights ago,

made his delivery;
no one's seen him since.

And who called it in?

Someone down
at the dispatch office.

You know, NYPD

busted a few of these guys
for running drugs.

We're thinking maybe
it could be related.

So, Danny and I are gonna...
we're gonna head down there.

Why don't you meet us there
when you're done waking up?

Martin?

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I'm on my way.

Brandon seemed pretty rattled
when he left the other night,

so I figured, "No biggie,

he forgot to check in
after his run."

Does he normally
call in?

He checks with the dispatcher
for his schedule the next day.

When he's a no-show
two days in a row,

and no call, either...

So you tried to, uh,
contact him?

Yeah, on his work cell.
Only number I had.

Went straight
to voicemail.

Um, do you know if Brandon
has any family in the area?

He didn't talk about them
if he did.

Well, maybe he just bailed.

I hear you guys have
a pretty high turnover here.

Like a revolving door.

But Brandon said that
he really needed this job.

Okay, what about
the other messengers?

Anything illegal
been going on?

Define illegal.

Okay. Running drugs last year?

I don't know
about the rest of them,

but not Brandon--
he kept clean.

Did Brandon have any problems

with any
of the other messengers?

There's this
one guy, Zach.

Brandon thought he might
have stolen his bike.

Is Zach here today?

Actually, he's not.

According to his friends,

he got into some kind
of accident yesterday.

He had to spend the night
at St. Andrews Hospital.

Yeah, doc says
it's a fractured ulna.

My sympathies.

Sorry. Crosstown traffic.

Yo, I seriously hope
you asked the doctor

before yanking me
out of recovery.

Otherwise, even Uncle Sam
can't save you from a lawsuit.

This police report says

that you were riding
Brandon Parker's bike

when you met that Volvo
face-first.

Ulna. I hit my ulna.

And that driver
ran a red light.

He'll be hearing
from my lawyer, too.

Where'd you get the bike?

Found it.

Did you find his wallet
and his cell phone, too?

Hmm?

Because the admitting nurse

said she found these
in your shoulder bag.

Is that what she said?

Yeah, she did.

Look, I admit,
I took his wheels, all right?

As a joke.

But all that stuff, it was in
a pouch on his handlebars.

So you're just holding it
for him till he comes back?

Yeah, something like that.

Hey, Zach.

We know you had a problem
with Brandon, okay?

Now he's missing and you show up
with his personal effects.

Let me tell you something.

You're the definition
of a suspect, my friend.

You don't seriously think
I laid a hand on him?

Y'all trippin', yo.

In fact, you got it backwards.

He came back
after his last run.

Dude's a bike messenger
and there he goes,

running to do
the delivery.

Zach.
How weak is that, yo?

Yo, I'm talking to you.

I want my bike back.

"I want my bike back."

What if I said I didn't
take your bike?

What if I kicked your ass?

Well then you'd be going home
crying to Mommy.

Man, what the hell's going on?

Doesn't matter, man.
Let's get out of here.

Oh, what, you man enough
to hit somebody,

but you can't stay around?

Get off me.

That's right, punk.

You better run!

If that guy hadn't shown,

Brandon'd be on the ground
no time flat.

You ever see the guy
in the Camaro before?

Nope.

Think you could describe him
to sketch artist?

For you...

I can do just about anything.

Okay...

And voilà.

Your messenger scratched off
the original photo,

dropped in his own and did a
pretty lousy job laminating it.

It's a lot of work
for a bad fake.

Hey, easy,
that's a camera.

Really?

You know, I used
to sideline these

in high school,
making them for buddies.

It's a lot harder now
with digital technology.

Did you put that
on your FBI application?

:
Don't ask, don't tell.

Mm-hmm.

All right, guys,
meet your real Brandon Parker.

That's great. Good work.

Thanks.

That's, uh, not a camera.

I knew that.

He's been using
your son's ID, Mrs. Parker.

Do you recognize him?

His name is Matt.

He used to play basketball
in a YMCA league with Brandon.

Do you have a last name?

No. I might still have
a team roster, though.

Poor boy.

His parents must be
worried sick.

Did you ever see them
at any of the games

or picking him up
after practice?

I don't think so.
No. Sorry.

Here it is.

Yeah. Matt Jameson.

He dropped out
early in the season.

A lot of these kids
fall behind in school.

Can I see this?
Thank you.

I'm gonna go
call it in.

Okay.

We're gonna need
to talk to your son,

if you don't mind.

Just ask a few questions.

Of course, but Brandon's
with his father

checking out the campus at Penn,
has been all week.

When was the last time
you saw Matt?

Couple of
months ago.

He showed up
at a playoff game,

just to watch.

We had a little party here
afterwards.

I felt bad for him,
so I invited him over.

Hey there.

Why don't you grab a soda
from the fridge?

Thanks.

This is insane.

What is this, a month's
worth of food?

Try a week.

Barely that, with teenagers
eating me out of house and home.

Bread crumbs.

You just mix a few in
with the beef.

It goes
a lot farther

and nobody can taste
the difference.

A little trick from my mom.

She sounds like
an industrious lady.

Listen, if, uh...
if you want me to help, I can.

I know my way
around the kitchen.

All right.

Why don't you wash up?

I could use the help.

What happened to your arm?

Oh, that?

That's what happens when you
go diving for a loose ball

and catch the bleachers instead.

It's pretty ugly.
I don't recommend it.

Something about his story...
didn't seem right.

But I just let it go.

Excuse me.

So I tracked down
the apartment.

Landlord says they moved out
the middle of last year.

That can't be right.

The list's just
a few months old.

A lot can happen
in a few months.

Social services file
on Matt Jameson.

Let's see...

Okay, born October 1990.

That makes him 15, not 18

like he told
the messenger company.

You have a current address?

No, but he is
in the system.

He spent a year in foster care
when he was four years old.

His mother, Nadine Jameson,
had a problem

with crystal meth.

But there's no father recorded
on the birth certificate.

Looks like the kid
didn't fare any better

with his foster dad.

Multiple allegations
of child abuse.

Yeah, well the mother
eventually got clean
and got him back.

Hey, guys, I got something.

An electric bill

in Nadine Jameson's name.

Dated last month.

Address is in Harlem
near 135th.

No wonder he gave
a fake address.

( "Roadrunner" cartoon music
playing )

Ms. Jameson?

It's the FBI.

We need to talk to you.
Please open the door.

SAMANTHA:
Hi.

Who are you?

Uh, I'm Samantha.
This is Martin.

We're with the FBI.

Which is kind
of like the police.

Is Matt here?

No.

What about your mom?
Is she at home?

It's okay.

You can tell us.

She doesn't live
here anymore.

What about your dad?

He died last year.

Okay, so who's

watching over you guys?

Matt.

All right,
keep the change.

When was the last time
you talked to Matt?

A couple days ago.

I'm not supposed
to call him at work
except in emergencies.

But I didn't know what to do.

About what?

Our building manager came by
to drop this off for my mom.

Matt made me read it to him
over the phone.

Here you go.

It's a three-day
eviction notice.

I'm not hungry right now.

That's okay.

Listen, um... can you tell us
a little bit about your mom?

How long has
she been gone?

I don't know, a few months.

Yeah. Do you
have any idea

where she went?

Matt told us

she got transferred
to a new job in Boston.

SAMANTHA:
So it's just
been you,

Matt and the little ones
for a while?

Yeah.

Matt quit school so he could
stay home and watch Andy.

He said that way
Kate and I could keep going.

Then when we would get home,
he'd go to work.

At the messenger service?

Sometimes. He had another job
too at the locksmiths.

Do you know the name
of the place?

I... no.

So that's where the new locks
on the door came from?

Yeah.

Because of what happened.

This sauce tastes funny.

That's because it's
funny-tasting food night.

Come on, Katie.
It's not going to kill you.

Sarah's not eating it.

I have a test.
I have to study.

I have to study, too.

What did I tell you about
doing this at the table?

What the hell are you
doing here, Ramsey?

Move it, kid.

You don't come
into my house like that!
Get the hell out of here...

Back off.

I opened the door
for your mom.

That thieving whore
stole my stash.

I'm just collecting
on a debt.

Where's your wallet?

Give me your wallet

or the little bitch
is next.

This all you got?

You know where my mom is?
No. I threw her out
on her ass.

You know where she went?
Far from this rat hole
if she has half a brain.

Oh, baby, I'm sorry.

MARTIN:
So this Ramsey guy,

is this your mom's boyfriend?

I don't know.

Has he been back
since that night?

Did you or Matt-- anyone

call the police
after your mom left?

No.

Because if we told anyone,
they'd split us up.

Matt said he'd keep us together
no matter what.

I have to go check
on my little brother.
Okay.

( "Roadrunner" cartoon music
playing )

So... who's going to call
Social Services?

Okay, we canvassed
around Matt's apartment

and these showed up at
a hospital, a shelter
and a drug clinic.

Shows you where he thought
he'd find his mother.

Yeah, well, it's
too bad if someone

tried to call.

The phone was shut off
last month.

Look, I spoke
to the landlord.

After Matt got
the news from Sarah,

he called-- begged the landlord
not to evict them.

Let me guess:
he didn't get anywhere
playing the sympathy card.

Not when he was six months
behind on the rent.

I got the guy who ransacked
their apartment.

His name is Ramsey Gorman.

He and Nadine were
busted in a drug
sting last October.

And check
this out.

It's not the first time
he was caught.

Where is he now?

Uh, his last known address

is in Chelsea
on 33rd Street.

Let's see if we can find him.

Right.

Hey, listen, this one's
all yours.

I have a lead
on Nadine

that I ought
check out.

Where's Martin?

Not my day
to watch him.

ELENA:
Mr. Gold, we tracked

the die stamp imprinted
on those locks

and they brought us here.

Yeah. I gave
them to Matt.

You gave Matt over
$500 worth of merchandise?

That's retail.

It was a bonus for being
a good apprentice.

When was the last time
you saw him?

Why? Is Matt in
some sort of trouble?

Is he the type
to get into trouble?

Well, I didn't
think so,

but lately he hasn't exactly
been his reliable self.

He shows up late.

He doesn't show up at all.

Sometimes he shows up
out of the blue.

Matt?

Mr. Gold.

I didn't expect you
to be here so late.

Neither did I, but I've got this
stack of invoices back there

that disagree.

Is everything all right?

Yeah, Mr. Gold,

everything's fine.

Uh, my buddy here
just got locked out

and I kind of wanted
to help him out.

If you don't mind.

No, kid, of course
I don't mind.

MAN:
I'm such a klutz.

It's good to know somebody
in the business though, huh?

Hey, that's what friends
are for.

I, uh... I think
I got it, Mr. Gold.

Thank you.

And away we go.

Thanks again, Pops.

Listen, ladies,
Matt is a good kid.

But that friend of his--

he looked like he just
walked out of jail.

Okay, is
this the guy?

Yeah, that's him.

Mr. Gold, we're going to need
to dust for this guy's prints.

Now which one of these
lock sets was he holding?

Uh, I'm pretty sure
it was that one.

Okay, we're also going
to need a list

of your customers
past and present.

We think maybe
him and this guy

were planning
some burglaries

to be able
to pay the rent.

The neighbor says Ramsey
usually rolls in
around this time

stinking of nightclubs
and crackheads.

I think today

it's Dumpsters
and alley trash.

Hey, Ramsey Gorman,
FBI!

Hey, hey, okay, we're going.

Get over here!

Put your hands where
we can see them.
Take it easy, man!

You got any needles
on you, huh?

'Cause I sure as hell
don't want to get stuck.

No, I ain't
no junkie, man.

We're looking
for Matt Jameson.

Do you know where he is?

I don't know who he is.

He must have killed off
too many brain cells
smoking his own stuff.

You planted that.

Oh, yeah? Where do you
want me to plant this?

Huh? Where do you want
me to plant this?

That's for protection.

Protection?
From who?

The 15-year-old kid
whose apartment you ransacked?

Or his mom who you got
strung out on drugs?

Is that what this is about?

I ain't seen the kid

since that night
at his place.

I ain't seen Nadine
in even longer.

If you don't believe me,
I don't care.

You know what I think?

I think Matt came
looking for you

with questions about his mom
that you didn't want to answer.

Were you not listening?

SAMANTHA:
Hey!
Where is he?!

Where is he?!

I am not going
to ask you again!
No! No!

Let me handle this.

Martin, back off.

Let me handle this.

Fine. Deal with
the son of a bitch.

So what have you got?

Got Casey Miller.

Matches prints from
the locksmith's shop.

It turns out
that he and Matt

go all the way back
to foster care.

And they
kept in touch?

Enough to visit
Miller in prison.

He got out of jail
six months ago.

Four years
for a string of B&Es.

Pretty tempting partner

for a young man like Matt
who needs money.

Got an APB on Miller's Camaro.

Maybe they're still
on the move together.

Hold on.

Yeah. Yeah,
this is Johnson.

Really?

When?

Well, is she going
to be okay?

All right, thank you.

One of the locksmith's customers
was shot

and left for dead last night.

Witnesses saw two young
white males leaving the scene.

Victim's name is
Allison Ashford.

She's being treated
at Mt. Sinai for
a gunshot wound.

Is she talking?

Yeah. And she ID'd
Casey Miller breaking
into her place.

Now an agent is watching
his apartment in the Bronx.

That's the last place
they're going to be.

My guess is that
they're probably
on the move by now.

Yeah. Miller's ATM
showed at a gas station
in Staten Island

three hours
after the shooting.

The security camera
confirms that Matt
was with him.

Jack, we found Matt's mom
at a shelter near Chelsea.

Let's bring her in.

Thanks, Steve.

Miss Jameson?

We've been looking for you.

We're not the only ones, though.

Your children have been
wondering

where you've been, too.

Kids? I don't know
what you're talking about.

Are you sure about that?

So I take it
that this isn't you.

Or this or this,
or any of these.

Look, don't waste
my time.

You do have children,
four of them in fact,

and the eldest one, Matt,
is in serious trouble.

He's been missing
for over two days

and he's a suspect
in an attempted murder.

What do you want from me?

I need for you
to pull yourself together

and help me find your son.

I haven't seen my son
since the day I left.

What's going on?

Baby, hey.

You get the early
shift again?

Oh, uh, no.

Where you going?

Out.

For how long?

I don't know.

I got to go, okay?

Why, Ma?

I can't stay here now.

I'll be back later, okay?

You're using again.

No, baby, no.

Then why do you
have to leave?!

Keep your voice down.

You're going
to wake up the kids.

Like you care?

Who's supposed to take care
of them, Mom, me?

Look, I cannot have this
conversation with you right now.

Who, Ma, huh?

Damn it, Matthew.

You're so smart.
You figure it out.

When Gary died,

I just couldn't keep it
together anymore.

And I tried to stop using.

I, uh, I went to clinics
and rehab more than once.

So, what, you want a prize?

I told you I couldn't do
anything for those kids.

Those kids are your kids.

Do you know somebody
by the name of Casey Miller?

He was a friend of Matt's.

All right. Any idea
why they'd be in
Staten Island?

My older sister Margaret
lives out there,

or she did.

I don't know anymore.

A few years back,

she tried to get custody
of the kids,

but it didn't work out.

Let me guess.

The court sided with the mother.

Yeah, that's right.

Are you aware that

he's posted flyers
with your photo on them

all over the neighborhood?

What, I'm supposed
to feel guilty?

That would be a start.

Look, I...

I never was much of a mother.

Okay?

Maybe I just didn't have
what it takes to raise kids.

But you honestly thought
that your 15

Any calls on our
Staten Island Camaro?

Not yet.

Well, I ran all
the locksmith addresses.

None of them
are on the island.

I think our boy
Matt may be looking
for a new target.

Yeah, well, this might be it.

Check this out:
Margaret Jameson,

Nadine Jameson's sister.

Her address is just
a couple blocks away
from the gas station.

Well, good.

Somebody's headed out
to the island then.

Not this somebody.

Where's Martin?

Martin flipped out
about an hour ago.

Seems like he's lost
his mind.

Then he said he was
feeling sick,

so I told him
to go home.

He's sick again.

What does that mean,
sick again?

I'm not getting to get into it.

Not getting into what?

If you have questions
about Martin, ask Martin.

I must have been at the nursery
when you called.

Does Margaret Jameson live here?

No, Miss Jameson's my landlady.

I rent the place from her.

Have you seen this kid?

Oh, yes.

He came by here this morning.

I almost called the cops on him.

May I help you?

I'm looking
for Margaret Jameson.

There's no Margaret here.

She's my aunt.
I know she used to live here.

I've been here, like,
a hundred times.

Well, I've lived here
for over five years now

and I don't know any Margaret.

And I don't like you
and your friend hanging out

in front of my house.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

This isn't what
it looks like, okay?

I just really need
to find my aunt.

We have a family emergency.

Look, if I could just get
a phone number or an address,

I would really appreciate it.

Look, I heard you
the first time.

Now if you don't leave
my property right now,

I will call the police.

Go ahead.

I do have Miss Jameson's
phone number and address,

but I was not about
to give it to that boy.

Not the way he looked.

Is it possible

for us
to have her telephone number?

All right. It's inside.
Stay here.

REPORTER:
Sunday, the Israeli Supreme
Court gave the green light...

Hold on! Geez.

Who is it?

Samantha.

Hey, what's up?

Hey. Can I come in?

Bad time?

Well, I really wasn't
expecting company,
but, yeah, come on in.

Thanks.

Sorry about the mess.

I haven't had time
to get to it.

You want something to drink?

Sure, I'll have
a glass of water.

Did Tina quit?

No, she went back
to the DR.

Her daughter's been sick.

Huh.

You feeling any better?

What's that?

Feeling any better?

Look, sorry about today.

I don't have much tolerance
for people like that,

but it won't happen again, okay?

Thanks.

Martin...

Do you have something
you want to tell me?

No.

No?

What are these?

It's a prescription
for my hip, okay?

You got hurt
over six months ago.

You should be off these...

Yeah, but I also got hurt again
and I've been in a lot of pain.

Did you take these
from her house?

You know what?
It's time for you to go.

Did you take these
from her house?

Look, just back off, because
this is none of your business.

It is my business
if you're stealing drugs
from victims' homes!

Damn it! Just stop!
No!

This is a problem!

What do you want from me?!

This is a problem!

I want you to let me help you.

I don't want your help.

I don't need anybody's help,
okay?

Martin, please,

tell me how
to help you.

I don't know, Sam.

I don't know.

Well, okay. Thanks.

No Matt on Staten Island.

No Casey Miller.

That's because
Miller was found

at his ex-girlfriend's place
in East Harlem.

NYPD just picked him up.

They found a pile
of bloody clothes with him.

And Matt?
Louis says that

Matt took off
when he was asleep.

With the car?

With the gun.

I told you, man.
I don't know where Matt went.

You got Allison Ashford's
blood all over you,

and Matt's missing.

You do the math.

Oh, come on, man.

Matt's like my little brother.

Is that why
you roped him

into robbery
and attempted murder?

He was desperate, all right?

His family
was getting kicked out.

He asked me
to help.

So you went along,
what, because

you're
a Good Samaritan?

He was going to do it
whether I helped him or not.

Why did you shoot the old lady?

It was an accident.

Drive, man! Drive.

What was that gunshot?

What the hell?

It went bad, Matty.
It went bad.

She came back
while I was inside.

She surprised
the hell out of me.

What, you... you shot her?

Okay, she pulled
the gun, all right?

I tried to garb it.
It just went off!

You said it was going
to be easy.

I know what I said, all right?!

What

I don't know, man.

But I know we got to get
the hell out of here,

all right? Let's go, man.
Drive, drive, drive! Come on!

I tried to tell Matt
that it was all on me,

but it didn't
matter.

We went to his aunt's
to try to pick up some cash,

but it didn't
work out.

And then he said
that he knew someone

who might have
some money.

Someone who owed him.

And that's why
he took off

in your car
with the gun?

Yeah.

And who's this person
that owes him?

Man, if I knew the
answer to that,
I'd tell you.

Because the last thing I want

is for something
to happen to Matt.

And I got nothing.

Hmm. Here's one.

Runs a catering service
in Morningside Heights.

Had the locksmith re-key
the entire place last month.

Maybe.

I just, um...

I just keep thinking
about what he told Casey.

He was going out to see somebody
who owed him,

which sounds personal.

I think I know
where he's headed.

We found Casey Miller's Camaro.

It's parked a block away.

Engine's still warm.

Let's split up.

I got him in the back alley
of the building.

Matt! Drop the gun now!

I'm Special Agent Vivian Johnson
with the FBI.

We were looking for you.

Okay, now take it easy
and put that gun down.

What are you going
to do if I don't?
Hey, don't do this!

I know where you come from.
I know what you've been through.

I found Nadine.

Did you talk to her?
Yeah.

Does she have the kids?

No. But they're okay.

We're taking care of them.

I know what happened.

I know it wasn't your fault.

Does that mean I get off
for that lady getting shot?

VIVIAN:
I can't guarantee it.

Look, you'll be 18
in a couple of years.

You can file for custody
yourself.

Are you sure of that?

It's a better option than where
you're headed to right now.

Come on.

You don't have to do this
on your own anymore.

Trust me.

Get up.

Get up.

Are you going
to stop the car

or are you going to hang out
until we get a parking ticket?

Put the key
in the ignition.

You know, I went
to see Martin.

Good for you.

What is your problem, Danny?

I don't want
to talk about Martin.

But you know
what he's going through.

Yeah, I do.

And I also know
that the first step

is to admit
that you have a problem

and to ask for help.

He did.
He did?

Yes, he did.
He's ready, Danny.

And I believe him.

I don't think he can do this
on his own.

What are we going
to do to help him?

Hmm?

Why is helping Martin
my responsibility?

You've been through
what he's going through.

I haven't. I...

I don't know
how to help him.

I-I honestly don't.

You do.

Hey.

How'd it go with the DA?

Well, he's a bit tough
at first, but I'm hoping

that he's going to knock it down
to juvie instead of hard time.

Oh, that kid deserves a medal.

Well, he's not
going to get one
from Nadine.

She's up on criminal
endangerment charges.

Well, there is a silver lining.

And we found her
sister Margaret.

She's going to push
to keep those kids out

of foster care, so that's good.

Well, let's hope the courts
get it right this time.

Shouldn't be too hard.

You know, all that kid wanted
was to keep his family together.

What you going to do?

We solved the case.

Yeah.

But we don't live
with the consequences.

See you tomorrow.

Night.

Go home.

I'll take him down.

Okay.

Oh, hold on.

I used to
think, yeah,

it could never
happen to me.

I'm too strong to
let something take
control of my life.

But they were right.

The first drug is

the worst drug.

I spent six years
living in gutters.

Pissed off everybody
who loved me.

I lost every
penny I had.

And...

I still couldn't
face the fact

that I had a problem...