All language subtitles for Without.a.Trace.S05E06.The.Calm.Before.WEBRip.x264-ION10

BOY:
Daddy!

Daddy!

Caleb!

Caleb, wait right there,
I'm coming for you.

Here I come!
Daddy.

Stay right there, okay?

Daddy...

Caleb, wait
right there.

I got to get
your brother, Jaden.

Daddy, don't leave me!
Wait right there, Caleb.

Okay, Jaden, hold on.
Hold on, I'm coming right there.

Jaden, Daddy's coming for you.
Wait right there.

Daddy!
Jaden!

Daddy, help me.
Daddy, help me.

Daddy, help me, Daddy.

Help me, Daddy.

WOMAN:
No kiss?

I wanted to get an early start.
I didn't want to wake you.

I'm awake now.

Call me when you
get there, okay?

All right, as soon
as I get settled.

MARTIN:
The arson investigator said
that the fire started

somewhere here in the center
of the truck,

not in the engine
or the gas tank.

Any sign of
an accelerant?

They're running some tests,

but he's pretty sure that's
what they're going to find.

This windshield was smashed in.

A fire like that would have
just melted it.

What time did NYPD call it in?

About 3:00 a.m.

They called his wife, um...
Cherise.

She told them
he'd left their
motel in Queens

yesterday morning, headed to
a temporary construction job

in New Jersey.

This isn't on the way to Jersey.

Yeah, well, they relocated
to New York

from New Orleans
after the hurricane,

so maybe he got lost and ended
up with a bad Samaritan.

Listen, do they have any
kind of security patrols,

any surveillance cameras?

No, not that we found,

but most of the people use
guard dogs around here.

Man, first flood, then fire.

If it wasn't for bad luck, this
guy would have no luck at all.

Stop. Stop.

So he was headed
to New Jersey?

I'm not sure.
Stop.

After he got let go...

Could you stop it?

After he got let go...
Stop.

Caleb Gibbs, please!

Now I know

that you're upset
about Daddy,

but you being mean to Jaden
won't make you feel better.

I'm sorry.
No, that's okay.

Mrs. Gibbs, why don't I take
the guys for some fresh air.

I'm sure that's not part
of your job description.

You'd be surprised.

All right, go on.

Hurry up.

All right, let's go.

Let's go.

Whoa!

I think somebody
needs to go on a diet.

It's been hard
on them.

All of us packed
into this little room,

and now Aaron...

Speaking of Aaron,

you said he lost his job.

Mm-hmm, three days ago.

Did he say why?

He broke something.

I... I don't understand why
it was such a big deal.

Things like that
happen all the time.

I can't believe
they would fire you

over dropping
some stupid doors.

Does Chuck know?

I don't want
any more favors.

Aaron, we need the money.

Don't you think
I know that?
Shh.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Hey, I was... I was at
the library today

getting the boys some books.

I came across this article
on Greenville, South Carolina.

What's in Greenville?

Plenty of skilled jobs,
cheap housing.

We don't know anybody
in South Carolina.

Look, we're on the short
list for that apartment.

I'm about to be certified
as a nurse's aid.

This is just temporary.

Well, I'm tired of temporary.

I'm tired of wearing
other people's clothes.

I'm tired of charity jobs.

I'm tired of having
to watch my boys play
in some parking lot.

Baby, moving is not
going to change that.

Baby, we can
do this together.

We just need time.

And then, the next day,

he told me he found
a temporary job in New Jersey.

But he didn't say where
in New Jersey?
No.

Who's Chuck?

He's Aaron's cousin.

He runs the
construction company.

He gave Aaron a job.

That's why we moved here.

You know, I hate to ask this,

but it's part of my job,

so I'm just going to go ahead
and do it.

Aaron was frustrated,
he lost his job.

Do you think it's possible
he just ran off?

Aaron risked his life
to save his kids

and he went back to save others.

:
He is not a man...

who runs off.

Right.

Viv, I can't find any calls
from the motel's pay phone

that relate to a job
in New Jersey.

How about his cell phone?

They don't have one.

What does this look like
to you?

A leg?

Where was it?

Under the wiper blade.

It's like one of those
advertising cards

for a concert or a strip club.

Whoever put it there,
might have seen what happened.

That's a seven-color printing,

so it could have
been done anywhere.

It's going to be
really difficult

to track down
who ordered them.

But if they were passed
around the neighborhood

we might find some
on other windshields

or in a Dumpster.

Okay, I'll have
someone check it out.

A lot of my extended family
came up here after the storm.

And Aaron and Cherise are
the only ones who stayed.

Was he a good employee?

He had a cabinet business
back in New Orleans.

He could do this job
with his eyes closed.

Then why'd you fire him?

I didn't fire him.

He told his wife
that he was let go.

Tony. Tony.

Look, I shuttle
back and forth

between four different
job sites.

I don't do the day
to day management.

These guys are
from the FBI.

They're looking for Aaron.

I haven't seen him
since he quit.

He wouldn't quit.
He needed this job.

He's nuts, Chuck.

What do you mean
by nuts?

Three days ago,
we were blowing up

two stories
of reinforced concrete.

After the blast signal,
I did the final check.

Aaron was nowhere to be seen,
so I went looking for him.

Aaron.

Aaron, why the hell
are you still in here?

I found some copper piping.
I thought we could recycle it.

Didn't you hear
the blast warning?

No.
How could you not?

I didn't hear it, all right?
Well, then get the wax
out of your ears.

You almost got
yourself killed.

Well, you saved me,

so everything is cool.

What's up with you?
Nothing.

You heard the blast
signal, didn't you?

What the hell
are you talking about?

You want to kill yourself?

I'll give you five bucks
to go to the top

of the Empire State Building,
but you're not going
to do it here.

Packed up and left
an hour later.

And you had no idea
this was going on?

No.

I'm sorry, Chuck.

I didn't think
it was my place.

No, I got it.
It's okay.

Is there anything else?

No, I think
that's it for now.

Thank you.

Come here, let me
talk to you.

Uh, hey, guys...

what do you keep in these
blue bottles over here?

Paint thinner.

I'm pretty sure we found

the melted version
of those in the bed
of his truck.

I think we did.

What if this guy
killed himself

and tried to make it look
like something else happened?

It's possible.

Call the Harbor Patrol.

Have them check out the river
around Whitestone Bridge

and see if we can
dredge up the body.

Aaron Gibbs.

No.

Sorry, I don't know him.

What time were you putting these
promo cards on windshields?

Where'd you find it?

The Bronx.

I don't go out there.

I stay in lower Manhattan,
sometimes Brooklyn.

So, whoever picked it up,
picked it up in one
of those places.

Oh, well we found
four more

in a nearby Dumpster.

Isn't it amazing how all those
people from Manhattan

and Brooklyn all drove
to the same place?

Go figure.

You sure the women
on your Web site

are all over 18?

I mean, you know what happens
if one of them isn't.

What do you want?

I want to know
if you've seen him.

There's a fight club

in a warehouse nearby.

It's a smut superstar
kind of crowd,

so I go by, I paper some cars,
I stay for the fights.

And how does Gibbs figure
in all that?

He gets in the ring.

A bit later, I smelled smoke.

When I went outside,
the truck was on fire.

What's the name of the man
who grabbed him?

Name's Fletcher.

He organizes the fights
and the gambling on the side.

Any idea why he had
a problem with Gibbs?

I don't like to stick my nose
where it don't belong.

That look familiar?

It should,
because that's your jacket

and it's soaked
with paint thinner.

So?
So that's what you used
to torch Aaron Gibbs truck.

Wasn't me.

We got a witness, saw you
drag him from the fight club.

Now I really don't know what
you're talking about.

First rule of fight club,
don't talk about fight club.

Well, how many of these illegal
fights have you staged?

Because you do know
that the fine

is $10,000 per fight.

So just tell us
what happened when you

dragged him outside.

He stole money from me.

I just wanted it back.

Bunch of money's missing
from the cash drawer.

Billy saw you walk
away from the office.

Yeah, well, Billy's wrong.

Nobody else was back there.

Give me that!

That's not mine!

You tell me where my money is.

You need money this bad?

Come on, come on.

Don't do that, okay?

Look, I'd give you
the money if I could.

Have a nice ride home.

We left him.
I didn't see him after that.

Is there anyone else
who can confirm that,

besides the guys
that were with you?

I can give you a few names.

A few.
A few is three.

I'm gonna need
more than that.

MARTIN:
So how much money
was missing?

Couple thousand bucks.

Must have hid it somewhere
before the fight.

You threatened
to set him on fire.

Do you honestly think that he
wasn't going to give it back?

They guy fights without
gloves for 50 bucks.

Who knows what he would have
done for that kind of money?

No, I am not going to say
anything to your parole officer,

but you have
to promise me, honey,

that you're not
going to do it again.

Okay.

All right, the promoter's
story checks out.

There was a fire,
he and his thugs

went right back into
the fight club.

And the guy I just talked to

reported his car stolen
last night.

Well, why wasn't that
on the NYPD log?

Because he's on parole
and he's not supposed to be

at an illegal fight,
so he reported the car stolen

from his home,
along with his cell phone

that he left in the front seat.

How'd you get consent to look
through his phone records?

What can I say?
He loved my accent and my voice.

I like your voice
and your accent.

:
Yeah, right.

Okay, let me see...

Yeah, there's a 15 second phone
call at 9:00 p.m. that night.

To who?

I got a call, but, uh, I didn't
recognize the caller I.D.,

so I let it roll over
to voicemail.

Did you check the message?

Static.

Uh, I couldn't hear anything.

Mr. Barr, at this point,

there are too many things
that you know nothing about.

What do you mean?

Well, you didn't know that your
own cousin was suicidal,

you don't seem to know much
about a phone call you received

the night he went missing...

so, either you're lying
or you're being stupid.

You want to talk about
the phone call?

Why, so you can pick him up
and throw him in jail?

You think he deserves
to be in jail?

He's a black man,
does it matter?

Does your cousin
love his wife and kids?

Yeah, more than anything.

Well, then, wouldn't
it make sense

that he'd want to go home
and be with them?

Look, wherever you think he is,
something has gone wrong.

So why don't we just
cut to the chase?

Let's talk about the phone call.
You talked to him, right?

Yeah.

What'd you talk about?

He told me
he wanted to come by and see me.

Hey.

Hey.

What happened to you?

They cold?
Cold enough.

Listen, I need you
to do me a favor.

What's going on?

I need you to look after
Cherise and the kids for me.

Something I got to do.

You in trouble?

I just need you to look after
Cherise and the kids.

Sure.

You know, I know a lot of our
people are hanging their heads

'cause their homes washed away.

I know it must be hard
to lose everything.

I didn't ask for your pity.

No, no, you're asking me
to take care of your business.

You ever think
about what happened,

maybe it happened
for a reason?

I mean, like it was a test?

It was a weather pattern, Aaron.

I mean, it didn't happen
to you, it just happened.

You know,
nothing you do

is going to bring back
what you had.

The only test you have
is Cherise and the kids

and this new life.

I need you to think about that.

I just need you to look
after my family, okay?

So, uh, I gave him a change
of clothes and he left.

Where was he going?

He didn't say.

Were you aware
that he stole $2,000?

No.

Any idea why he'd do that?

Well, before the hurricane,

Aaron had trouble with the IRS.

Now, he tried to work it out,

but it wasn't like the Big Easy
was a boomtown back then.

Well, we didn't find
any trouble with the IRS

when we did our research.

He paid it.

Now, he borrowed money from, uh,

from this guy
in, uh, construction finance.

What's his name?

Aaron called him, uh...
Big Bobby.

I wouldn't have let him fight,
not if I'd known about it.

You ever notice
any bruises?

He had a couple
and some cuts,

he said he got them at work.

But he wouldn't let me touch
him, and I just thought...

I don't know what I thought.

Why was he doing this?

He might have tried
to borrow some money

from a guy named Big Bobby.

Does that ring any bells to you?

No.

God, it's like we're talking
about someone else, not Aaron.

Is there any other way
you can think of

that he might have
tried to raise money--

people he could call,
things he could sell.

Nobody we know has
anything of value left.

What about the gold watch?

What gold watch?

Um, your husband was seen with
a gold watch after the fight.

Apparently, it's of some value.

It was gold?

Does that mean something to you?

Well, Caleb has nightmares.

They're about different things,
but there's a big, gold clock

in a lot of them
and he won't talk about it.

Would you mind
if I talked to your son?

No, go ahead.

How you doing there, tiger?

Is your name Caleb?

Did your mom tell you
who I was?

A policeman.
That's right.

I'm trying to find your dad.

He left before breakfast.

Okay. That's good.

That's a good thing
to know.

Did he say where he was going?

No.

Is there anything at all
that you could tell me

that could help me find him?

Doesn't have to be big.

Could be a little thing.

Sometimes little things
really help.

What about, uh,
what about a gold watch?

Do you know anything about that?

WOMAN:
Caleb, do you like stories?

Yeah.
Can I tell you one?

I need you to really concentrate
on my story, okay?

So can you close your eyes?

Oh, go ahead, sweetheart.

This nice lady works here
and she wants to helps us.

Go ahead. Go on.

My story is about
a boy named Billy.

And he's six years old,
just like you.

:
And he spent the whole
day playing baseball

and it made him really tired.

So, Billy

sat under a tree,
and there was a breeze,

and the leaves from the trees
moved back and forth.

It made Billy
even more tired.

So he decided to take a nap.

And in the cool grass,

he fell sound asleep.

Sound asleep.

Tell me about
the gold watch.

Where did you see it?

In the boat.

But what will Walter do
if the water comes up more?

He'll go somewhere high.
That's what hamsters do.

Where's Mommy?

She's helping
Grandma to be safe.

We're on our way to her now.

MAN:
Hey! Over here!

Hey!

Give me your hand!

Come on!
Let me in!

Hold it!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Move over there. Go to the roof!
I'll go over there.

You'll leave me!

Whoa! Whoa!
Daddy, make it stop!

I got my kids in here!

My kids are in here, hold on!

Daddy!
Hold on, hold on!

Hey! You got to stop that!

Hey! I got my
kids in here!
Let me in the boat!

Caleb, the gold watch can't
hurt you anymore...

so you can open
your eyes and feel happy

and loved.

Why wouldn't
he tell his wife?

I have one
word for you:

manslaughter.

Yeah, but it's so unlikely
that anyone would

convict him for trying
to protect his children.

Yeah, but he doesn't know that.

Here's the other picture
of the neighborhood.

Here is where he
dropped the kids off.

Okay, and this here is

Aaron and Sharice's place
in the Ninth Ward.

There's about 40 houses

with broken roofs
along the way.

How would he know
who the guy was?

Well, he knew
what he looked like.

Yeah, but he'd still need
access to information

to track him or his family down.

Maybe he went to
an Internet cafe.

Library.

I know Aaron.

He comes into the
library all the time

to get books
for his kids.

Have you seen him recently?

Uh, he was in two days ago.

Now, did he happen to use
a computer while he was there?

Yes. He was looking for
a friend from New Orleans.

Aaron, I didn't realize
you were still here.

The library's
about to close.

Oh, uh, I'm almost done.

Is everything okay?

Yeah.

Listen, if I wanted to print out
a picture, what would I do?

Oh, just hit Control-P.

Oh, great. Thank you.

Oh.

I guess you found him.

What?

Your friend.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Is that his son?

He's very handsome.

Yeah, he is.

Then he left.

I haven't seen him since.

Did you happen
to see anything

on the picture,
a name or a number?

No. Sorry.

Okay, look,

I'm gonna need to borrow
that computer.

Okay.

All right. Thanks.

Agent Spade?

SAMANTHA:
Where are the boys?

They're sleeping
in your break room.

I thought maybe it would be okay
if I came up to get an update.

You know, I'll make sure
Mrs. Gibbs gets back.

Thanks.

A policeman in New Orleans
found Big Bobby for us.

He was running
a contracting scam.

He's been in jail
for the past six months.

So Aaron is...

trying to find that man--

if-if he's still alive--
or his family.

It looks like that, yeah.

Why hasn't he called me?

I don't know.

If he were okay,
he'd call me.

You know, you shouldn't
jump to any conclusions.

We're still working on...
You know, I can
still see it.

Even if I'm not
looking at some pictures.

I lived that.

You know?

We just kept waiting.

All those days.

And after awhile,
the water,

and the dead bodies,

and the fear it was
never going to end,

I would have done
anything to save my boys.

I can't imagine
what it must have been like.

I'm sure you've seen
hard things.

It's not the same.

They stay with you, don't they?

Yeah, they do.

As for what Aaron did,

even if he thought
he had to do it,

it's in his soul.

He can't let it go.

The library computers delete
Web histories after one day,

so I can't track
the Web site.

Well, can you figure out what
he threw into the print queue?

Print queues are
self-flushing.

But it seems pretty obvious
he was visiting

Katrina clearinghouse sites,
Mm-hmm.

so I sent a Web crawler
through all of them,

looking for the names
of the victims you gave me.

Well, how many did that
narrow it down to?

One.

Meet Joseph Lewis
and his son Jesse.

MATT:
I haven't seen Jess since
your people called me.

But we're not usually
awake at the same time.

Most nights he's up,

scavenging through
abandoned houses,

looking for
stuff to sell.

How long has he lived here?

Couple months.

After the floods, he went
to Ohio, stayed with an aunt.

Then he came back to New Orleans
to look for his dad.

Did he have some reason to think
that his father was alive?

I don't think so.

I just get the feeling that,
without the body...

It's just been

really hard for him
to deal with everything.

How about this guy?

The FEMA guy?

He was here yesterday.

He doesn't work for FEMA.

Why would anybody
pretend they did?

That's a good way
to get your ass kicked.

Well, what did he want?

He said Jess had
some money coming.

Hansen's Sno-Bliz
reopened.

That's good.

Yeah.

It's still delicious.

You should try it.

Jesse Lewis.

Yeah, who wants to know?

Aaron Gibbs.

Well, do I know you?

He works for FEMA.

Well, actually, I...

Is there any way
we can talk in private?

Be nice.

He brought you money.

Money?

This must be my lucky day.
How much?

Well, it's $2,000,
but I need to talk to you.

There's some things
that we need to...
Well, why don't you

just give me the money now
and we can talk later?

Matt, you want a drink?

I'd rather have the rent money.

I'm not gonna spend it all,
all right? I promise.

Look, I don't want to just
give you this money

until I make sure you have...

Well, why is what I do
any of your business?

But thanks.

I asked him if there
was any money for me,

and he just said no.

And that was it?

He wanted to know what bar
Jess might be headed to.

I gave him a couple of ideas,

and he left.

I'm gonna need to know
what those are, too.

Jack.

Found this behind a bed
in Jesse's room.

Looks like Aaron found him.

Yes, I faxed you
his picture.

Did you see him
last night?

Okay, thank you very much.

Bye.

So what was it,
a microwave?

Yeah, that's
interesting.

Okay, do me a favor.
You have my number.

If you see him again,
call me, please.

Thank you so much.

Kid didn't go to any
of the bars on my list.

Well, he had a couple of beers
at a place called Easy's.

Apparently, he's a regular.

Okay, how does a 16-year-old

become a regular at a bar?

I don't know.

Lots of reasons
to drown his sorrows,

and no one to keep him
from doing it.

Where does he get the money?

Well, the owner said that the
kid sometimes trades for drinks.

The microwave?

Yep. He found it inside
an abandoned home near the bar.

Hey, I think I found Jesse.

If it's him, he just
bought a bus ticket

that leaves New Orleans
in 20 minutes.

All right, listen up.

Everyone needs
to step outside.

There's gonna be a short delay.

Let's go.

Not you.

Jesse Lewis, right?
What's going on?

FBI.

Why's everybody in my business,
all of a sudden?

We think you know why.

It'd be better if
you told us what happened.

Get out of my face.

Why don't you just settle down,
tell us where he is.

Aaron's a coward.

Creeping around, pretending
to be somebody he's not.

Yeah, we know that.

A watch...

...and some money
doesn't even begin

to make up for anything!

Yeah, your dad was
worth more than that.

You're damn right he was.

Now he knows what it feels like
to be left behind.

Who's there?

It's me, Jesse.

What are you,
some type of queer

or something?
Why you keep following me?

Why won't you leave me alone?

Look, uh, I needed
to talk to you.

I wasn't straight
up with you.

I don't work
for the government.

Well, I'm still
keeping your money.

Jesse, I need to talk
to you about your father.

What about my father?

I saw him.

You saw him where?

When

That night... that
the levees broke.

It doesn't help me.

Me and my boys,
we were in our boat.

Why are you still talking
to me, man?!

What do you want
from me?!

Your father, he wanted
to get in,

and I tried, I tried
to help him.

But then the boat
started rocking

and I just, I kept thinking
of my sons, you know?

I kept, I kept thinking
that my sons were going
to fall out.

And your father,
he wouldn't let go.

Where did you get this?

It slipped off his arm.

So why didn't you give it back?

What did you do to him?

Your father's dead, Jesse.

No. How do you know that?

Because I killed him.

You what?

You what?!

Jesse, I'm sorry.

You think this,
you think money
makes that okay?!

That wasn't what...
I just want you
to understand...

Understand what, huh?!

Get away!
Just get away!
Just get away!

Look, I get it.

Listen to me, Jesse,
You're 16 years old.

If you let this man die,
your life is finished.

There's nothing that you two
guys can do to me

to make my life worse
than it already is.

I got nothing left.

I got nothing.

(boards creaking,
debris clattering)

Mr. Gibbs? Aaron Gibbs,
you down there?

:
Yeah.

My name's Jack Malone
from the FBI.

Are you hurt?

I don't think so.

Can you move your legs?

Yeah.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I'm too old for this crap.

You okay?

Okay.

I'll get you out of here.

Just keep still.

Just keep still
for a second.

I'm going to try to move this.

How you holding up?

What's gonna happen with Jesse?

You know, he's a minor.

There's a number of options.

I keep thinking if...

you know, maybe if my family
had been on the roof

and his father in the boat,

things would have turned out
differently.

Yeah...

you and your sons would have
died waiting for help.

Doesn't make what I did right.

Hasn't been one night
in 14 months that I've...

closed my eyes
and not seen his father.

I don't know.

I was just thinking,
maybe, if I

came down here
and talked to him.

If I...

if I just told him...

A long time ago, when I first
joined the Bureau,

there was, um, a little
eight-year-old girl

who went missing on her way
home from school.

And I put in 20 hours a day
for three months

just trying to find her.

And I got nothing.

And I think about her,
you know, from...

from time to time...

but I think about her mother
every day.

You do the best you can.

You've...

you did the best you could.

What do I do now?

You go back to your family.

And then what?

This way, this way.

Hey, man.

Are you all right?

No.

There's no excuse
for what they let
happen down there.

It's unbelievable.

Hey.