Without a Trace (2002–2009): Season 2, Episode 4 - Prodigy - full transcript

Fantastic, Natasha.

- It was beautiful, Natasha.
- Yeah, right.

- The vibrato was a mess, Dad.
- I've heard perfection.

You always hear perfection.

Mom?

The vibrato was fine.
What was all this arm thing?

- I don't know. I just felt it.
- You just felt it?

What are you now,
Britney what's-her-name?

She could do worse than be
Britney what's-her-name.

- There, listen to my manager.
- All of you, just relax.

We are going to have
an amazing show tonight.



Yeah, "we." You just count the receipts.

Which will also be amazing,
thanks to this talented young woman.

I'm going to go get ready, okay?

- Quite the struggle.
- Yeah.

Looks like she was grabbed here.
Dropped the bow.

No one on the stage saw her...

so she must have been carried out through
that emergency exit door.

- What about the alarm?
- It's turned off.

That's the door everyone uses
to catch a smoke in the alley.

We also found this backstage pass,
there's no ID on it.

The elastic band is torn. So it must
have come off during the struggle.

Must've been an inside job.
It was a pretty risky plan.

One other thing. Her violin's missing.

Performer at her level? That violin's
worth a hell of a lot of money.



So, maybe the perp
was actually after the instrument.

She put up a big fight. He said,
"The heck with it. Let's grab her, too."

Let's hope it's not just about the violin.

If it is, they have no need for her now.

She just got a six-figure record deal
for her first CD.

She's got tour dates set up through 2005.

And she's getting $15,000
per performance.

- How many performances per year?
- About 30. Sometimes more.

It's all on her web site.

They put how much she makes
on her web site?

Makes her a pretty good target, huh?

Could be dealing with a stalker here.
What we need to do is...

cross-reference the fans,
the people who work backstage...

and anybody who has access
to the backstage area.

- Got it.
- Okay.

Backstage pass we found
in her dressing room, it was forged.

It's a holographic image.
Has to be the work of a pro.

Should keep an eye out for anyone
that might have skills in graphic design.

Any news on the violin?

Yeah. This baby's got quite a bit of history.

The Amati violin, nicknamed the Serafina,
built in 1624.

It's worth $250,000.
It was a gift from her first mentor.

It's probably doubled in value since
it's been splattered all over the media.

I've got calls in
to some high-end violin dealers.

Any bites?

There's a definite black market here,
so I don't think...

it's gonna take long
for some greedy soul to show up.

So, you see, when a bullet goes in
to the thigh, it can lodge in the fascia...

that's the connective tissue.
Mine was a through and through...

- which means the bullet went...
- I know what it is.

Okay.

So, to answer your question,
getting shot...

felt very much like someone
had taken a jackhammer to my leg.

A burning hot jackhammer.

- And you are staring at me.
- Samantha...

I asked you what it felt like to be shot...

and you described, in quite some detail...

the physical experience of being wounded.

I'm interested in knowing
how it felt in other ways.

Why didn't you say that?

Samantha, you were brought here because
you were a hostage in a kidnapping...

during which you were shot in the leg
with your own gun.

You were assigned to desk duty...

and as soon as you were allowed
back on active...

you shot and killed two suspects
during an investigation.

- That was a good shooting.
- Yes. I read the report.

There's a little girl, a violinist,
who is missing.

I'm sure you've heard.

I could help her a lot more
if I was out there doing my job.

Right now, this is part of your job.

And, as our time is up, I won't keep you.

- I have you on for Thursday, 8:00 a.m.
- I can't do Thursday.

But I'll call you.

Sorry. I got held up with something.

- How did it go?
- Pointless.

That's good.

I spoke to our attach? in Moscow.

He gave me some very interesting
details on Natasha's father, Dmitry.

Here we go. He was sentenced to 25 years
in a Russian prison for racketeering.

He only served two.

I doubt he got out for good behavior.
He must have turned on somebody.

If that's the case,
I'm sure he had enemies going in.

He had a hell of a lot more coming out.

This is all our fault.

We put too much pressure on her.
She ran away. That's what happened.

Mrs. Tzetcovich, I know this is very
difficult for you...

but it is not your fault.

There was evidence of a struggle
in her dressing room. She was taken.

No. You don't understand.

She came to me a few days ago,
and she asked about not playing so much.

So the next month is Istanbul, Prague...

Budapest, and then we do Glyndebourne...

and back again for Tanglewood. Yeah?

Tasha? Hello?

- Is something wrong?
- It just feels like too much.

Tasha, this is why we came to America...

- so you can have these opportunities.
- I know.

It's very hard to change the dates
once they are set.

There are a lot of people counting on us.

All right. If you really can't handle it...

we will do everything we can to change it.
You tell me.

I said okay.

Leave it like it is. It's only a year.

We tried so hard to protect her
from the pressure.

We let her to have friends.

We let her to have free time for herself.
But I think we failed.

Excuse me.

I need to know...

in all of your traveling, did you ever
see anyone suspicious around her?

No.

- Any overzealous fans?
- You mean crazy?

She has fans. No. Not the one we saw.

How about her friends?
Anyone you'd consider dangerous?

No, most of her friends are musicians.

- Boyfriends?
- She was focused on her music.

You know, when I was her age, all me and
my girlfriends ever talked about was boys.

Not Natasha.

- Who handles her finances?
- We do.

We put everything in a trust for her.
You see how we live.

We don't take a penny from her.
My husband drives a taxi to support us.

Any news?

I should be asking you that.

- What are you talking about?
- I just heard you on the phone...

asking someone to call you if they
heard anything about your daughter.

You speak Russian?

I do have some friends.
It's not a crime to ask them for help.

No, but it is a crime
to impede a federal investigation.

Are you being threatened?

If I was,
I would have already taken care of it.

- Is that so?
- Yes.

Let me give you a little piece of advice.

If I find that you have interfered
with this investigation...

or taken the law into your own hands...

I will not hesitate
to arrest you and your wife.

- You cannot do that in this country.
- I wouldn't count on it.

Now, I want you to come with me
to my office.

We'll have a little discussion
about your potential enemies.

This girl gets 10,000 hits a week
on her web site.

I had no idea the violin was so popular.

Speaking of,
how's everything going on your end?

Good. I'm setting up a meeting
with a violin dealer.

I tell you,
these guys run a very tight network.

Almost all of it's word of mouth.
Anything good in the fan mail?

Actually, these are from this one
Russian guy. Listen to this:

"I have been following your career
since you were a little girl.

"I know every move you make
when you play.

"It would mean so much for me
to meet you."

That's creepy.

Listen to this one.
It's from four weeks ago.

"I come to all of your concerts,
but it is impossible to talk to you.

"I am desperate to meet you, Natasha.
I will do what I can to make this happen."

That's even creepier.
What have we got on this guy?

His name's Ivan Brozne.
He has a PO box in Brooklyn.

I sent someone over there to see
if I could get an address. Hopefully, I will.

She got those at the Mayan ruins.

We were in Canc?n
for one of her concerts last year.

I gave this to her.

This was mine when I was a little girl.

I take it you had no idea about these.

- No. What's that?
- Drugs.

What does this mean?

Where there are drugs,
there's usually drug dealers.

Her parents try to give her a normal life.

But that's all they can do. Try.

This girl cleared $700,000 last year.

Meanwhile, her father makes
$30,000 a year driving a cab.

Her mother home-schools her.
There's nothing normal about that.

- We found drugs in Natasha's room.
- What?

- OxyContin. It's an opiate.
- I know what it is.

Oh, my God.

My son, Shane.

He was addicted to Oxy.

I had to put him into rehab last year,
but I thought he was clean now.

Wait a second.
Are Shane and Natasha friends?

I found them together in his room
a couple of weeks ago.

I brought her into the office and told her
I didn't want her seeing him.

Why not?

Because boys are a distraction
you don't need right now.

He's not a distraction. He helps me.

Come on, Natasha. How does he help you?

- He loves me.
- There are a lot of people who love you.

Yeah, but he loves me just for me.

He doesn't care if I'm a great performer.

I know this is going to sound strange
coming from me...

but he's not right for you, Tash.

What's going on?

Your father doesn't want us
seeing each other.

- Yeah, what's he going to do about it?
- Shane.

You're so ashamed of me, I can't hang out
with your prized possession?

Come on, Tash. Let's get out of here.

You know your parents
will not approve of this...

but I'd rather not have to be a rat here.

If you want to stay my manager,
you'll keep quiet.

I'm serious, Damon. I get calls every week
from other managers.

Let's go, Shane.

I love my son, but ever since his mom left,
I just don't know how to handle him.

- To think that he's corrupted Natasha...
- Where is he right now?

He goes to school up in Vermont.

I've been trying to reach him
to tell him about Natasha.

Did Shane have access backstage?

Sure. But he wouldn't kidnap her,
if that's what you are suggesting.

What if his father told him
he couldn't see her anymore?

- Hey.
- So, here's what I got.

Apparently, Shane forged a note
from his parents to get out of school...

and nobody's seen him
since 10:00 a.m. Yesterday.

Now, there's an 11:00 a.m. Greyhound...

that gets into the city at 4:30.

That would've left him plenty of time
to get to the concert hall.

- He's got a credit card?
- Yeah. In his father's name.

We are running it now.
Get anything out of the dad?

It turns out we were right.

He rolled over on a couple of Mafia types
in St. Petersburg.

One happens to be
his ex-business partner.

Moved to New York a couple months ago.

Maybe his ex-partner's here
to settle the score.

We won't know until we find him.
In the meantime...

I want you to talk to Natasha's doctor.
Find out about those drugs.

- Okay.
- Right.

Yeah, I think it's strange
she would lie to me.

No. She's a teenager.

If I would've known about Shane,
I never would have allowed it.

And that's why she lied to you.

When I was a child,
I, too, had a gift for music.

In Soviet times...

they sent you to a musical school
in the country.

And I was only 4 years old.

Almost never saw my parents.
Can you imagine?

I never wanted that life for Natasha.

She wanted that. She wanted to be great.

From the first time she picked up
the instrument, she begged me:

"Mama, show me more."

I know life of a talented person
is never easy.

But I thought here it would be easy
to be a family.

That's why we came.

But now, I should never
have let her touch a violin.

- Mr. Tresell?
- Yes.

Paul Sterling. I was recommended
to you by Leonard Norton.

Yes, indeed. You're interested in an Amati.

What I actually discussed
with Mr. Norton...

was the possibility of finding the Serafina.

Yes, I seem to remember him
saying something about that.

You are aware there is no proof yet
that the Serafina is even available.

Obviously.

Given the difficulty of acquiring it,
you understand...

that the asking price would be
somewhere around $700,000.

Mr. Tresell, given the market value
of the violin...

I believe that $500,000
would be a very generous offer.

That's my email address.
I look forward to hearing from you.

- Do you like dogs, Mr. Sterling?
- Dogs?

- Sure.
- Good day, Mr. Sterling.

I would not have prescribed OxyContin
to her for any reason.

Certainly not for acute anxiety.

- Anxiety?
- Her parents didn't tell you?

- Tell us what?
- That's what I was afraid of.

She came in about a
week-and-a-half ago with her boyfriend.

It feels like it's beating out of my chest,
and I can't catch my breath all the time.

I can tell you there's nothing wrong
with your heart, Natasha.

- What you're describing is a panic attack.
- So what do I do about it?

Tell me about these incidents.
Do they happen at any particular time?

The first one happened a couple months
ago, and that was before a concert.

But now they seem to be happening
all the time.

- Have you told your parents?
- No.

- I think you should.
- Right. Talk about panic attacks?

Can't you give her something?
Xanax, Celexa or something?

Those are powerful drugs
and inappropriate at this time.

My recommendation would be to cut down
on your performing commitments.

- I can't do that.
- I can talk to your parents.

No, don't do that. I can handle it.

As a doctor, you have to keep
this confidential. That's the law.

Yeah, that's the law.

Natasha, you are a minor.
You are both minors.

And I'm responsible for your care.

Okay. But let me talk to them first.

They're immigrants.
They can't handle this stuff.

Please.

Would her panic attacks have been
triggered by a particular event...

or a recent trauma?

Not necessarily. It usually comes from
an accumulation of stress over time.

Right.

And you didn't give her
any medication at all?

I wouldn't have done that
without talking to her parents...

and having her see a therapist.

You want to ask me about Agent Spade?

Yeah. I get the impression
that she may be resisting you a little.

She's been resisting me a lot, actually.

I'm having a hard time
even getting her in the room.

- You want me to talk to her?
- No, she'll come around.

- What if she doesn't?
- They all do. Most of them.

Is that all?

Okay.

- Jack?
- Yep?

If you ever need to talk about anything
yourself, my door is always open.

- You know that.
- Yeah, I know that, Lisa.

Not you, too.

No. But thanks for asking.
What have you got?

We found her dad's old business partner,
Yevgeny Putkin.

No sign of Natasha,
but we are still going to bring him in.

You're going to find this interesting.

- Secret Service?
- Yeah.

Samantha, I just talked
to Natasha's violin teacher.

She said there was a weird incident
at the music school last week.

She saw Natasha talking to this
strange man in one of the music rooms...

but when she went in, the man ran out.

Natasha said it was just an annoying fan,
but now the teacher's really worried.

- Did she get a good look at him?
- Bearded. Mid-40s.

She's going to come in now
and work with the sketch artists.

Good.

She said she thought
the guy had a Russian accent.

You and Dmitry Tzetcovich...

used to be in the nightclub business
together in St. Petersburg, correct?

That was a long time ago.

Not so long that you don't remember
that you both ended up in prison.

The police in Russia is not like here.

- Fair, honest.
- America's a great country.

According to this report...

you were dealing drugs
out of the nightclub in St. Petersburg.

Dmitry asked you to stop. You didn't.

He was arrested.
He did two years of hard time.

After two years of hard time,
he rolled over on you, correct?

Yeah. Look, everybody did
what they had to do to survive.

I don't have a problem with him.

So you're here because of what,
the sea air in Brighton?

- Yeah. A lot of my people are here.
- So I understand.

- And you are back in business again.
- Yeah. I have a club.

No drugs, no guns, just disco.

Disco.

I'm more interested in your
other line of work. Fake visas, passports.

- Is that what it says in the file?
- Yes.

Any demand
for backstage passes recently?

I have no idea what you are talking about.

- Where were you yesterday at 5:00?
- Turkish bath house.

You are a classy guy.
What about your masseuse?

Would she be willing
to corroborate your story?

What?

Yeah. She will remember me.

Listen. You tell Reggie to call me
the minute he gets home, all right?

No. He's a 13-year-old boy.
He does not run this family.

Hey, Danny.

You wouldn't happen to have any pictures
of those weirdo fans, would you?

This is a sketch we got
from Natasha's violin teacher.

Actually, a few of them
sent pictures of themselves.

Here.

There's this one fan named Ivan Brozne...

who sent a series of emails
from all over the country.

Most of them from computer caf?s...

that match the cities
where Natasha was playing at the time.

- He's stalking her.
- Yep.

Here's one from Cincinnati.

"I saw you tonight. You were wonderful.

"I wish I could have joined you afterwards,
but you had so many people around you."

- Where is this guy?
- I don't know.

We ran the address
he had on his PO box application...

and that address did not exist, of course.

Yeah.

Jack, we just got a hit on
Shane Whitmore's credit card.

He checked in to the MacMillan Hotel
last night.

He hasn't checked out.

Okay. Take Viv over there.
Find out what's going on.

Okay, go ahead.

Go in.

FBI. Open up!

The key.

Natasha, are you in here?

Clear in here.

Balcony's clear.

How many pills did you take? He's alive.

All right, let's get you up. Up!

I told you,
I don't know where the hell she is.

It's just a coincidence
that you went AWOL from school...

the day she went missing,
and no one's heard from you since.

It's not a coincidence. We were supposed
to meet here after the concert.

What were you meeting for? This?

I didn't have any of this stuff until later.
She didn't show up.

I thought maybe my dad had gotten to her.

I guess I got a little messed up,
but we were just going to hang out.

You gave her opiates.

Shane, why not just give her heroin?

If you take it like it's prescribed,
then it just calms you down.

- So, what? Are you a pharmacist now?
- I was just trying to help her.

So you didn't know that she
was missing until we came here.

I swear. I've been watching Pay-per-view
for the last 19 hours.

So, what was your big plan, Romeo?

She was gonna meet you here, the two
of you were gonna run off together?

We talked about it. A few weeks ago.

- It's great to finally be alone with you.
- You have such incredible skin.

No, I got girly skin.

Maybe I'll grow one of those
little beard things right here.

No beards.
I am so sick of beards and Russians.

What's up? You pissed at your dad again?

They're such liars, both of them.
They've been lying to me my entire life.

Hey, you okay?

- You're so beautiful.
- Wow.

I can't help myself.

Anyway, scuba divers don't have beards.
They just get all gunky.

- You think we'll really make it to Mexico?
- We have to.

We just wanted to be together.
Why can't anybody understand that?

She told you that her parents lied.
Do you know what about?

- Could have been a thousand things.
- Paramedics are here.

You're lucky we found you.

What do you think?

We should let him go to the hospital
and then go back and press him later.

Listen. You cannot go to Zachary's.

And if I hear that you gave Marie
any attitude, any attitude at all...

you can forget about paintball
this weekend.

Because I am angry, that's why.

Everything all right?

- Care to talk about it?
- It's Reggie.

It's like every year, it gets harder...

what with the acting out, the talking back.

Last week, he called me a bitch.

- What did you do?
- I almost hit him.

- I don't know what to do.
- Not that it's any consolation...

imagine how much harder it would be
if he was making $1 million a year.

- Harder on him or harder on me?
- Good question.

- Martin.
- Yeah.

Got a hit on the Mr. Sterling
email account.

All right, thank you.

Viv, you might want to check this out.

Open the document, please.

What's that?

We got the violin.

Hello again.

- Good evening, gentlemen.
- Indeed it is.

- And that's a lovely briefcase.
- Thank you.

My client is greatly looking forward
to getting his hands on the instrument.

May I see it?

Yes.

It's beautiful.

Can you put it in a case for me, please?

Vic, it's been a pleasure
doing business with you.

Mr. Tresell, FBI. You're under arrest.

I think, actually, his face was rounder.

But his cheekbones
were a little more sunken than that.

He said the guy had a Russian accent,
a beard, and a leather jacket.

That describes about half
the male population of Brighton Beach.

He got a closer look than the teacher did,
so hopefully we'll get a better sketch.

- But no girl?
- No. He said he never saw her.

Let's hang on to him for as long as we can.

All right.

If I have to look at one more bearded,
fortyish, scary-Iooking Russian guy...

- I'm going to blow my brains out.
- Yeah, I know.

How did you learn to speak Russian,
anyhow?

I was a busboy at the Russian Tea Room.

Learn something new about you
every day.

- I know. It's a lot of fun, isn't it?
- Check this out.

Our tech found this buried
in the hard drive of Natasha's computer.

It's from that guy that keeps stalking her,
Ivan Brozne.

That's Yelena.

And that has to be Natasha, right?

There's Dmitry in the background.
There's a message in Russian.

It says, "Look closely."

Now, imagine him with a beard.

This is the man who's been stalking her.

He's been going by the name
of Ivan Brozne.

I thought he was dead.

- Who is he?
- His name is Alexander Denisovich.

He's Natasha's real father.

He is a violent man.

He's an alcoholic, and he beat me.

And that's why I left him.
To save myself and my daughter.

Tasha was only two.
I have been her father ever since.

Yeah. And no man can love my girl
the way he had.

What does she know
about her biological father?

We told her he was dead
because that's what we thought.

My friends told me he was killed
in a bar fight in St. Petersburg.

And now he's Rasputin.

She knew weeks ago. He came to her
and showed her that photograph.

She didn't tell us.

Maybe she thought
you'd been lying to her.

Look. We think that the only reason
he came to America is to get Natasha.

Do you have any idea
where he might go to now?

- No.
- Or anybody who might be helping him?

Yevgeny.

The man you spoke with before.

My old business partner in Russia.
He knows Alexander.

We all did business together.

I don't have time
to screw around anymore.

You either tell me everything
you know about Alexander...

or I'll charge you
as an accessory to kidnapping...

and you're gonna get a taste
of what American prison's like.

He only wants to see his daughter, okay?

He wanted to see her.
Asked me for the pass.

I did it for him for old time's sake.

- And $300.
- Is that the friends and family rate?

I'd like an address, please.

Atlantic Avenue, 25th Street.

No sign of the girl
but we did find her dress.

- Any blood?
- I don't think so.

Sam, can you get that
to the lab right away?

Thanks, man.

All right.
The apartment didn't tell us much.

Couple of old shirts in the closet.
Coffee maker on the table.

No plane tickets. No bus schedules.
No receipts.

Isn't it so much easier when they leave the
Amtrak schedule right on the coffee table?

And they've gone as far as circling
the getaway train in bright red ink?

- I'm gonna check the neighborhood.
- I'm going to stick around here.

Martin, you are not going to believe this.
I think we got him.

I got him.

Alexander Denisovich, FBI.

- Up against the car.
- What do you want?

- We know you're Natasha's father.
- So?

You took her! Now, where the hell is she?

I don't know.

She ran away from me.

When I saw her that night in the
concert hall, I thought I could talk to her.

Tasha.

- Are you all right?
- I told you I don't want to see you.

- What is this? You can't breathe.
- I'm fine. Please get out of here.

I've seen you like this before
in San Francisco. You remember?

- Did you get the picture I sent you?
- Yes. And I deleted it.

- Natasha, I am your father.
- You were supposed to be dead.

Now that I'm rich and famous,
you show up? That's great.

I spent 10 years looking for you.

I've always loved you, Natasha,
from the moment you were born.

I just want to be with you.

I don't care
if you never play the violin again.

- Stop it, please!
- This is no life for you like this.

- You should be in school.
- Get out.

Get out before I scream. I mean it.

I never want to see you again.

Tasha, this is for your own good,
Natashinka.

That was no life for her like that.

I was only trying to save her.

Exactly how long ago
did she run away from you?

Maybe 30 minutes.

I've been everywhere in the
neighborhood. I don't know where she is.

What was she wearing?

An old blue shirt of mine
and some jeans I bought her.

- Does she have any money on her?
- She took what I made from the violin.

- The $100,000.
- You got ripped off, my friend.

I don't care about money.

I just wanted to have enough for us
to start a new life.

All right, yeah. I'll get back to you.

Okay. That was Damon Whitmore.
He's at the hospital.

He went to get a cup of coffee.
Shane grabbed his keys. Took off.

- When?
- Five minutes ago.

Maybe Natasha somehow
got in contact with him.

That kid doesn't even know
how to drive, Viv.

They were dreaming
of going to Mexico, right?

Now they've got the money.

- I'll call the airports.
- She doesn't have her passport.

- But I bet they were planning on driving.
- Driving to Mexico? Come on.

Call Jersey Transit Authority
and put a trace on Shane's cell phone.

Okay.

- Thanks. Anything?
- No.

You know, I keep wondering...

why Natasha didn't tell us
Alexander has contacted her.

- Why?
- Maybe she thought you lied to her.

I think it's kind of a rebellion.

Rebellion? Against what?

We try so hard to make her life normal.

I don't think there's a single teenager
out there that thinks their family's normal.

The more you try
and make it seem that way...

the more she thinks she's going nuts.

Still, it doesn't explain
why she runs off with this crazy boy.

Running off with a boy
that no one wants you to be with?

- Vivian.
- Excuse me.

Jersey Highway Patrol just got word
of an accident.

A Nissan 350Z hit the center divider,
heading south on the turnpike.

Oh, my God.

Natasha, listen to me. I promise
we are still going to go to Mexico.

I need you to come with me.

Natasha, I promise.

I wanna go with him.

- Come on.
- You're not separating us.

- Shane! Get off of me!
- Hey! Stop it!

Now shut up and listen to me!

Do you know
what you put your parents through?

Why don't you people just leave me alone?

Because we care about you.

Your parents care about you.

Don't give up on them, Natasha.

What?

I know they seem
as if they're out of touch.

I've met them. And they kind of are.

But they love you. And that's a lot.

Give them a chance.

- I have.
- Give them another one.

- I can't.
- You can.

You can.

It's okay.

Natashinka!

- Oh, thank God.
- How are you?

Okay.

We are going to hold it for you
until you're ready.

- Right?
- Right.

Dad.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Dr. Harris, this is Agent Spade.

I just wanted to call and say
that Thursday will be fine.

So, I'll see you then.

I guess. Okay. Bye.