All language subtitles for Without a Trace - 2x05 - Copycat.en

We're home, honey.

Yeah, you're happy about that, huh?

Okay

There you go

Oh, you play with ducky. I'm just going to
unload the groceries we just got

It's okay, sweetie.
I'm just going to put the bags in the house.

It's all right, Sophie honey

Mama's coming right back.

They told me you were coming.

How you doing?

Hi, John. How are you?

Can't complain.

Special Agent Spade,
Detective John Casey.

Hi. Nice to meet you.

It's actually Chief now.

Congratulations. Well-deserved, I'm sure.

Yeah, to you, too. I heard they've got
you running the department now.

Not that I'm surprised.

This guy's the real deal here.

So I hear.

So what's going on?

Doris Lovitt.

Thirty-five, mother of three.

Last time she was seen was at the checkout counter
at Wal-Mart ten o'clock this morning.

Ten-forty-five, the next-door neighbor found the
baby crying in the backseat.

She's fine.

Mom's nowhere to be found.

Any indication of a struggle?

Yeah, in the house.

Vases broken,

groceries all over the floor.

We're checking for prints, blood, the usual.

Nothing yet.

What about the security system?

It was cut.

We've got forensics working on that now.

Is there a husband in the picture?

Yeah, he's in the back. He's... huh...

He's pretty shook up.

A lot of people in Rockville are going to be.

Yeah, well, it fits the profile.

Mm-hmm.

Caucasian,

stay-at-home mom,

taken in broad daylight.

What profile?

Uh,

1991.

John and I worked on a series of five female
kidnappings in Rockville.

They all ended up dead.

205 - Copycat

subtitles Dizzy

Has she been moody or upset lately?
Notice anything different?

No, everything's been fine.

So, do you remember anything unusual
from the past few days?

- Anyone hanging around the house, strange phone calls...
- No.

Does this have something to do with
what happened back in '91?

We're not sure.

It's possible.

But didn't they catch that guy?

Yes, they did, and he's still in prison.

Your neighbor said she heard you and your wife

arguing yesterday.

We had a slight disagreement,

uh...

it wasn't a big deal.

Can you be more specific?

My wife was supposed to be home at 2:30.

When she was late, I got
a bit aggravated.

Nicholas,

how many times do I have to ask you
to go set the table, please?

Sorry, I'm late.

I went to Starbucks with Julie after class.

She'd definitely leaving Brian.

Hey, pumpkin.

What's wrong?

What's wrong is I don't have ten hands.

Ten?

I do this every day with two.

What else you been doing with two hands?

What is that supposed to mean?

It supposed to mean that Julie called, looking for you
and you finished coffee and hour and a half ago.

Oh, god!

Oh, god! Well, if I lied to you...
I wasn't lying.

I went to go and get Nick's
birthday present.

Really? Where is it?

They didn't have any more.

God, this is insane.

Look,

sweetie, I'm sorry, I should have called
to let you know I was going to be late.

Okay?

It won't happen again.

Sounds to me like you thought
your wife was having an affair.

I don't know.

I, uh,

I've always been kind of a jealous guy,

and, um, I'm probably being paranoid.

The police said you were jogging around
the golf course when she disappeared.

Is that right?

I was supposed to be in court,
the case got postponed, so...

I went running.

Okay.

Excuse us.

I want you to run a trap
and trace on his phone,

Stick around and monitor.

The phone or him?

Both.

The press dubbed him
"The Rockville Killer."

All his victims were female
Caucasians between the age of 25 and 35.

They were all housewives,

mothers,

and they were all abducted in the middle
of the day while doing chores.

He would put them in his car,

drive them to abandoned warehouses in the area,

where he would rape and torture them

for, for days.

Finally, he would strangle them to death.

He would then paint their nails, apply makeup,
do their hair, put them in lingerie,

almost like they were dolls.

And there would always be a tape deck...

with "Tchaikovsky's Arabian
Dance" playing in the background.

Where's the beauty school dropout now?

He's doing life downstate.

His name's Randy Thorton.

Was there ever any doubt?

About what?

About whether he was your guy.

No.

What about a partner?

Who waited twelve years to take his next victim?

Maybe he didn't wait.

Maybe he took his...
There was no partner.

Well, shouldn't we at least consider it?

I spent a year of my life on this case.

We ran all the checks.

Phone,

banking,

computer,

everything, and it all led to the same conclusion.

That this was a solo killer.

Okay.

We've got ourselves a copycat.

Right,

which means we are dealing with someone

of above-average intelligence, who is
capable of researching the material,

twisting the facts,

and incorporating it into his own scenario.

Well, the husband's a lawyer.

They're usually of above average intelligence.

Sort of.

Has anyone been able to confirm his story
about running around the golf course?

Not yet.

Okay, Viv.

I want you and Danny to dig up
as much as you can on this guy.

Martin, I want you to come with me.

Where are we headed?

To visit the Rockwell Killer.

We've talked to all of her girlfriends.

They said everything
between Doris and her husband is fine.

Let me ask you something about the old case.

Were there any other
suspects besides Randy Thorton?

Not that I recall, but you should ask Jack.
He knows this case better than anyone.

I already have.

I was just being thorough.

You must have learned that from Jack.

Never seen a guy work so hard on a case,

or get so torn up about it.

Especially that last victim.

What do you mean ?

He didn't tell you ?

No...

With the last victim,

we were one hour late. One hour.

One hour.

It must have been awful.

Yeah.

We had drinks six months later.

I could see he still hadn't gotten over it.

I haven't seen him since,

but it looks to me like it
still wears on him.

I think that's the job in general.

Yeah...

You sure you want me to do this?

You're the one that has a history with this guy.

Not a very good one.

Okay...

now listen...

he's a classic alpha male with homophobic
tendencies that sublimate into his hatred for women.

He likes to be in control.

Let him.

Secretly, he likes authority.

So don't take any crap from him.

Not a problem.

Good luck, Clarice.

What do you need, G-man?

I assume you've heard that another
woman's gone missing in Rockville.

I told you guys I was innocent.

Where's that Douchebag Malone?

I bet he's crapping his tighty-whiteys right now.

That's funny.

So who the hell's Bob Sherman?

Never heard of him.

Well, according to the prison logbook, he's the
only visitor you've had in the last eight months.

Oh, that Bob Sherman.
That Bob Sherman.

Ah, yeah. He's my new lawyer.

He's going to get me out of here.

You wanted to see the security tapes from two weeks ago?

Yeah, thanks.

How have you find this Bob Sherman?

Actually, he found me.

I'm innocent.

Do I get my 15 minutes now?

You know that guy?

Yeah, I know him.

I know that Graham Spaulding came here to see you.

What did you tell him?

Well, like I told your butt-boy there,

my lawyer's name is Bob Sherman.

What did you tell him?

Ever hear of lawyer-client privilege?

I'm not saying a thing.

I hear that you're the prison
bitch to half of cell block C.

Guards tell me they hear you crying
for your mother four nights a week.

I can get you transferred out of here
if you tell me what I want to know.

You want to know?

Okay,

I'll tell you.

So, you want to be my lawyer.

If you'll let me.

I'm here ten years,

and now...

"Bob Sherman" wants to represent me.

Okay, how about this?

Jack Malone.

What about him?

Well, he's the reason you're in here.

Yeah.

I know Jack.

He's put away a few clients of mine, or...

at least tried to.

He's a sloppy man,

and sloppy men make mistakes.

In fact, I just tried a case where...

he neglected to get a search warrant.

And my client was set free.

That could be you, Mr. Thorton.

All I need to do is find that

one small mistake he made in your case,

and you could be a free man.

And to think of all the trouble you could get into.

And that's what he told me

that you suck.

And what did you say?

I told him I agree.

So, do you want the transfer or not?

Actually,

I'm pretty fine now.

Anyhow, I got me a good lawyer.

You got about a minute to tell me what I want to know.
Or what?

Or you're going to spend the rest of your life in here,

bending over in the shower to pick up the soap.

Guard!

Get me out of here !

Get me out of here !

Say "hi" to your boyfriends for me.

That went well.

So, what now?

Now, we find Spaulding.

I'm keeping an eye on him just like you told me.

Then how the hell did he get to downstate
prison without us knowing about it?

I got a beat to cover. I can't follow him 24/7.

I've been doing the best I can, and nothing's
changed since the last time you called in.

He's registered with our office, hasn't been
near any parks, schools, nothing.

Landlady says she hasn't seen any kids around here.

Police! Open up.

Check in the back room to the left.

Clear.

Looks like he's going for an understated look.

I don't think he was planning staying long.

Some rags in here.
Looks like they got blood on them.

Just leave that for the ER team.

What's the deal with you and this guy?

He's a child molester, but
he's not the only one out there.

There's a lot more to Graham Spaulding than that.

He's a sociopath and a killer.

What is it?

It's a message.

What, inviting you to a baseball game?

As a kid, I lived in Pittsburgh for a while.

Roberto Clemente was my
favorite player.

How would Spaulding know that?

I'm not sure.

The tech guys have the computer
we found in his apartment.

Maybe they'll pull up something on the hard drive.

Clemente died in his prime. Maybe it's a threat.
Maybe he's telling you that he's coming after you.

You know, Spaulding's been sitting in the Queensboro
Correctional Facility for six months for...

...child molestation with nothing to do but think
of ways of getting even with me.

For what?

He's a free man.

As far as I'm concerned, he won.

Not in his mind.

What I did to Graham Spaulding was
the worst thing that you could do:

I exposed him for who he was.

And you took Andy Deaver away from him.

Exactly, he's a pedophile.

If he wanted to get back at you, he just
take another kid.

Or your kid.

No offense, Jack,

but what is he doing with a 35-year-old woman?

He's copying an old crime.
Why ?

For the same reason that criminals copycat

to feel superior, to make us look bad.

He could have picked any case. Why Rockville ?

Because of my involvement in it.

Maybe he feels if he pulls this off,
he can even the score.

Danny, I need you to go back to the Spaulding Academy and
see if anybody's heard from the old headmaster.

Viv, I need you to track the ball,

and Martin, I need you to
go back to the Queensboro Facility Library.

Find out everything that Spaulding read in there.

Okay, guys, I want you to look at this picture

and think of all the places you might have seen him.

Uh, school, the park, the mall...

We hate going in the mall.

Yeah, me, too.

We saw him.

We did ?

Yeah. It was a couple of weeks ago.

We were outside playing basketball, remember ?

Okay, that's an "O."

No, it's an "R," 'cause you already had an "O."
"Horse" has two "O's" in it.

No, it doesn't.

Does when I play.

You have a terrific touch.

Do you play on a team ?

Yeah, at school.

Let me guess ? uh, eighth grade.

Seventh.

Seventh grade?

Well, you're a very mature young man for
seventh grade.

Boys. Dinner.

Mom, does "Horse" have two "O's" in it ?

I have to go.

Oh, wait.

Oh. Thanks.

I'm sorry

just didn't think it was that important.

It's okay, it's okay.

Let me ask you, did you guys ever see him again?

I did.

Okay.

I want you to tell me what you saw, Ryland.

He drove by.

And I remember because

he waved at me.

Okay, great.

Everything Graham Spaulding checked
out of the Queensboro Library.

Wow.

You look at anything yet ?

No, not yet.

And I talked to the librarian. Sounds like
Spaulding really charmed her.

He had her hunting down back issues
of Law Enforcement Bulletin.

Did the tech guys pull up anything from the computer ?

No.

I think Spaulding was just using the computer to burn CDs.

Okay, thanks.

Yeah, bye.

I went to this sports memorabilia store in Rockville.

The owner said he recognized Spaulding.

He'd been in there two weeks ago
asking about the Clemente ball.

Said it was for a friend who was about to retire.

I'm assuming he didn't leave an address or a contact number.
Nothing.

Well, I just talked to forensics.

The blood on those rags in Spaulding's apartment

wasn't blood.

It was paint.

He's a pedophile, then he's a copycat.
So, now he's an artist?

Hey, any luck at Spaulding Academy ?

You mean the future home of the
Sunset Retirement Community ?

He sold it ?

A week after the trial. No one's seen
or heard from him since.

What about the furniture ?

It's all gone. So is his car, A '98 black Ford Explorer.

Was there any proof of sale on the car?
Nope.

I'll bet you if we find that car,

we find Doris Lovett.

Yeah, but her son said he was driving a red car.

Maybe he painted it.

Here's another article about the last victim.

It's dated October 27, 1991.

He has pulled every single article about the case.
He knows everything there is to know.

He knows everything about you.

This isn't just Roberto Clemente.
This guy's obsessed with you, Jack.

Remember I was telling you about the 1991 murders?

Yeah.

The music, the makeup...

Yeah.

It was like Thorton wanted us there.

Like he wanted an audience.

Son of a bitch. Spaulding's going
to do the same thing.

Yes, he is.

I want you guys to cover the perimeter.

You're going in alone?
Yup.

Yeah ?

We got Spaulding on the line.

He says if we don't put him through to
you in ten seconds, he's going to hang up.

Put him on.

Jack ?

Is it really you ?

Graham, tell me where she is.

What, no hello ?

You obviously never went to the Spaulding Academy.

We were very strict about manners there.

Graham, what do you want ?

God, I wish you could see the look
on her face right now, Jack.

She is absolutely terrified.

She knows about you being late
for the others, so, why should this be any different ?

She's alive ?

Sure, she's right here.

You want to talk to her ?

Yes, I do. Put her on.

Please...

Tell him.

Please help me.

His name's Jack.

Help me, Jack.

I got it. It's a cell phone coming from a
microwave tower routed through Nassau County.

Exactly how close is that to Jack ?

A good half mile.

Oh, god, please, please, Jack, he's going to kill me.

Doris, listen to me.

Listen to me. Stay calm.

We'll do everything we can to get
you out of there.

Fitzgerald.

Spaulding's on the phone right
now with Jack, and he's close.

Immediate vicinity.

What, more broken promises, Jack ?

What do you want, Spaulding ?

This is what I want !

What is happening right now !

Not the fifteen minutes that you
never gave me, but right now.

Okay, tell me what I have to do to get her out.

Well, that is the whole point, Jack.

There is nothing that you can do.

I'd love to talk, but Doris and I have things to do.

Spaulding.

I don't see him.

Nothing.

We're never going to get any prints off this.

What's the deal with the ring ?

It was Randy Thorton's signature.

He used to remove the victim's wedding
ring before he killed them,

and it was the one piece of information
that we held back from the press.

The only people that knew about it were the
agents working on the case and the killer.

And now Spaulding.

Right.

I think it's time that you paid Randy
Thorton another visit Downstate.

You got it.

They found Spaulding's car up the street.

Ford Explorer, painted red. No sign of Doris.

He was here, Jack.

He left this on the front seat of the car
right there so that we could find it.

So,

he's not just looking for a middle-aged woman. He's looking
for a middle-aged woman by the name of Doris.

e's circled every one.

I can see that.

Okay, so who's Doris? She wasn't one of the

- victims from the old case, right?
- I wouldn't waste too much manpower on this.

Sure.

You're early.

I was supposed to call you tomorrow.
Oh, yeah,

what about?

About this.

Mr. Sherman left it for Jack.

He arranged for one of the guards to hold it for me.

Jack, I already listened to this in the car.

I really think you ought to hear it alone.

No, I want you to stay.

You sure ?

Yeah.

Sound familiar, Jack ?

It's actually a very simple piece of music.

I would've chosen something more operatic. Say...

Wagner.

Oh, it's obvious that, uh, I have a little
more flair than that imbecile you put away.

How does it fee l?

To be so close, to have someone's life in your hands,
knowing that with each passing second she's dying,

and a part of you is dying, too ?

A part of you dies every day on
this job, doesn't it, Jack

because you can't save them all.

You need to save them all, don't you,

because you couldn't save her.

God, that must've been so hard.

Sixteen years old,
losing your mother like that.

You know, that explains a lot.

You're clearly a troubled man,
Jack, and now I know why.

I wonder, though,

do you ever lie awake at
night wondering "what if ?"

What if you'd been a better son, a little
smarter, a little better behaved?

Maybe she'd still be alive.

Maybe she wouldn't have killed herself.

And you wouldn't be walking around with your little secret.

I came home from school one day when I was sixteen.

There was nobody home,

so, I just sat on the couch and I watched tv.

I sat there for hours.

It wasn't until my father came home that...

...we realized something was wrong.

We went in the garage

the motor was running.

All the windows were rolled up except
for the one where she put the...

put the hose in.

My mother's name was Doris.

Jack, I see the way you walk around here and...

Oh, Viv...

I'm fine.

Really ?

Yeah.

Check with forensics, and, uh,

see if they've come up with
anything on Spaulding's car.

Sure.

Hey.
Hi.

Anything new ?

Nope. I just keep coming up empty.

How's Jack doing ?

I don't know.

I've got to tell you, it was really, uh...

just be glad you weren't there.

Just got off the phone with Sotheby's

I had them track down every
Clemente ball sold over the last six months.

There was only two. One in Texas,
and one at an art gallery in Tribeca.

An art gallery ?

Apparently, Spaulding had the owner
track a ball down all the way in L.A.

He bought it on consignment. He paid three grand for it.

So, Spaulding's in the city.

Okay, wait a second. Where in Tribeca is the art gallery?

Duane.
Duane and what ?

Duane and Church.

What is it ?

That's two blocks from where Jack lives.
Spaulding's right in his backyard.

So, Jack, what do you want to do ?

What do I want to do ? I don't know.

I want him to make a mistake. I-I want...

I have to get him to call us.

How ?

I'm going home.

Home, Jack ?

Yeah.

If I can make him think that I've quit,

maybe it'll piss him off
enough to make him call me.

Okay, but how are we going to let him know that you quit?

I'm pretty sure that he's watching.

But just in case he's not, you're
going to issue a statement to the press.

We've got enough time to make the 11:00 news.

I'm on it.

Once again, to recap our top story from tonight,...

The lead agent in the FBI's efforts to
locate missing Rockville housewife

Doris Lovett has announced he is stepping away
from the case and taking a medical leave.

Jack Malone, who twelve years earlier,

Hey.

Hey.

The girls are asleep.

Good

Do you want to talk about this ?

I think you know pretty much all there is to know.

Maybe you should take a real break.

Yeah, maybe I should.

I just hate what this job does to you.

Sometimes, I think...

that it's the only thing that you really live for.

Come here.

That's not true.

Malone.

Should I be worried ?

Graham ?

Heard about your "medical leave".
How are you feeling?

I'm fine.

Well, I must tell you, Jack, I'm disappointed.

I thought you had more in you.

Why, you got what you wanted.

You won. You won the game.

Yeah, well, it's no fun if the other team forfeits.

I didn't realize that my job was
a source of your amusement.

No, your job is 'saving lives', remember?

You know, I'm still moved by that...

"I save people. It's my job" speech you
gave so eloquently in court.

What happened to that, Jack ?

Please don't tell me that in the end
you're nothing more than a spineless hypocrite.

He's close.

We know that already.

Within ten square blocks.

We know that, too.

We need an exact location.

I'm doing the best I can.

Is it worth it, Graham?

I mean, am I worth it?

I mean, you don't even like women.

Oh, you'd be surprised.

So what do you think is going to happen ?

Where do you think this is going to end up ?

What do you do after this is over?

Oh, this is just the beginning for me.

After this, I'm going out west, start a new life

go back to my old ways.

What about you ?

What are you going to do with yourself now ?

Pace around your apartment for the rest of your life ?

Fret about your lovely wife ?

Your daughter's ?

You know, if I had wanted them,

I would have already taken them,

but that would have been too easy.

Ah, poor Jack,

living with all this stress.

I wonder,

is it the job,

or is it your whole miserable existence ?

Well...

I have to go.

Feel better.

- What is going on ?
- Just hang on a second.

Vivian, it's me.

He's in the building across the street from where I live.

Clear, "A", "B", "G"

"A" is clear.

So's "B".

We're all clear ?

Yes, sir.

"C" is clear.

"G" is now clear.

Where is she ?

Jack, you're a lot smarter than I gave you credit for.

I thought I was going to make it out of here.

Yeah, well, you were wrong.

Where is she ?

Not here.

But she'll be joining your mother soon enough.

I don't think so.

Come on, Jack. Put the gun down.

We both know you're not going to shoot me.

You like me too much.

Besides, you'll never find her if you did.

Listen, Graham...

we both know that this is over.

The only way that you
can avoid the death penalty...

is to tell me where Doris is.

You know it's backfiring, Jack.

What's backfiring?

The death penalty or life in prison.

Tell you the truth, Jack, I don't think
I have the constitution for either.

Guess we both lose.

I know how your mother died, Jack.

That must have been a real bitch.

You can't save everyone, Jack.

Check the cars!

Check the cars!

Check all the parked cars on the block!

She's in one of the cars with the motors running.
Find her !

It's all right, Doris, we got you.

Got her !

Get a medic down here now. Let's go !

On the corner of Warren and Greenwich.

Thanks.
Good night, Jack.

You okay ?

Yeah.

How about you ?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I don't know.

I keep thinking about... my mother.

It wasn't the first time she tried.

What are you talking about ?

Killing herself.

It wasn't the first time.

Three months earlier, I had, uh

walked into the garage, and...

... and the car was running and she was inside the car,

and she was crying.

And she made me promise not to tell anyone.

So I didn't.

I wanted to.

I thought about it, you know? I was
going to tell my father, but...

you know what he's like.

She told me that she wouldn't...

do it again.

I believed her.

Oh, god... Of course you did.

You were a kid.

Yeah, I know.

I just, uh...

I just miss her sometimes.

- Come on. Let's go to bed, all right ?
- Yeah, okay.

I'll be there in a minute.