Without a Trace (2002–2009): Season 2, Episode 5 - Copy Cat - full transcript

We're home, honey.
Yeah, you're happy about that, huh?

Okay, there you go.
You play with Duckie, honey.

I'm just gonna unload the groceries
we just got.

Oh, it's okay, sweetie.
I'm just gonna put the bags in the house.

It's all right, Sophie, honey.
Mama's coming right back.

Yeah, they're on scene right now.
I'll have them call you.

They told me you were coming.
How you doing?

- Hey, John. How are you?
- Can't complain.

Special Agent Spade,
Detective John Casey.

Nice to meet you. It's actually chief now.

Congratulations. Well-deserved, I'm sure.



You, too. I heard they 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, 35. Mother of three.

Last time she was seen was at the
checkout counter at Wal-Mart 10:00 a.m.

10:45, next-door neighbor found
the baby crying in the back seat.

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 got forensics working on that now.

- Is there a husband in the picture?
- He's in the back. He's pretty shook up.



A lot of people in Rockville are gonna be.

Yeah. Well, it fits the profile.

Caucasian. Stay-at-home mom.

Taken in broad daylight.

What profile?

1991.

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

They all ended up dead.

Had she been moody or upset lately?
Have you noticed 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.

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

We're not sure. It's possible.

- Didn't they catch that guy?
- Yes, they did. He's still in prison.

Your neighbor said she heard
you and your wife arguing yesterday.

We had a slight disagreement.
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.

Oh, hey, where did you come from?

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's definitely leaving Bryan.
Hey, pumpkin.

What's wrong?

What's wrong is, I don't have 10 hands.

Ten? I do this every day with two.

What else you been doing with two hands?

What is that supposed to mean?

That's supposed to mean
that Julie called looking for you...

and you finished coffee
an 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.

Oh, God. This is insane.

Look, sweetie, I'm sorry.

I should've called to let you know
I was gonna 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've always been kind of a jealous guy...

and I'm probably being paranoid anyway.

The police said you were
jogging around the golf course...

when she disappeared. Is that right?

I was supposed to be in court
but 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 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...

playing Tchaikovsky's Arabian Dance
in the background.

- Where is the beauty-school dropout now?
- He's doing life downstate.

- His name is Randy Thornton.
- Was there ever any doubt?

- About what?
- About whether he was your guy?

- No.
- What about a partner?

Who waited 12 years
to take his next victim?

Maybe he didn't wait.
Maybe he took his business to Jersey.

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 anybody been able
to confirm his story...

about running around the golf course?

Not yet.

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 Rockville 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 Thornton?

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.

I've 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.

- That 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.

Are you sure you want me to do this?

You're the one
who has the history with this guy.

Yeah, but not a very good one.

Okay. Now, listen.

He's a classic alpha male
with homophobic tendencies...

that have sublimated
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 douche bag 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.

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.

Yeah, he's my new lawyer.
He's gonna get me out of here.

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

Yeah, thanks.

From what I hear,
it's a pretty airtight case.

I think he's got a trick or two
up his sleeve.

So how did you find this Bob Sherman?

Actually, he found me.

- I'm innocent.
- Yeah, right.

Do I get my 15 minutes now?

Do 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 wanna know.

You wanna know?

Okay. I'll tell you.

- So you wanna be my lawyer.
- Lf you'll have me.

I'm here 10 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. Thornton.

All I need to do is find that one small
mistake he made in your case...

and you could be a free man.

And then 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 gonna spend
the rest of your life in here...

bending over in the shower
to pick up the soap.

Guards! Get me out of here!

Hey, Thornton!

Say hi to your boyfriends for me.

That went well. So what now?

Now we find Spaulding.

I've been 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.

But I'm doing the best I can.

Nothing's changed since you called in.
He's registered with our office.

He hasn't been near any parks,
schools, nothing.

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

Police. Open up.

Check the back room to the left.

Clear.

Looks like he's going
for the understated look.

I don't think he was planning
on staying long.

There's some rags in here.
Looks like they got blood on them.

Just leave that for the ERT.

What's the deal with you and this guy?

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

Well, 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?

When I was 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
he's coming after you.

Spaulding's been sitting in 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 took Andy Deaver away from him.

Exactly. He's a pedophile. If he wanted
to get back at you, he'd take another kid.

Or your kid. No offence, 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, make us look bad.

He could've picked any case.
Why Rockville?

Because of my involvement in it.

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

Go back to the Spaulding Academy. See if
anybody's heard from the old headmaster.

Viv, I need you to track the ball.

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

Find out everything
that Spaulding read in there.

All right.

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

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

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.
- Nick!

You have a terrific touch.
Do you play on a team?

- Yeah. At school.
- Let me guess. 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. I just didn't think
it was that important.

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.

- You look at anything, yet?
- No, not yet.

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

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

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 of 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?
- No.

I bet you if we find that car,
we find Doris Lovitt.

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 about 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 Thornton wanted us there.
Like he wanted an audience.

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

Yes, he is.

I want you guys to cover the perimeter.

- You're going in alone?
- Yep.

Yeah.

We got Spaulding on the line. He says
if we don't put him through to you...

in the next 10 seconds,
he's gonna hang up.

- Put him on.
- Put him through.

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 different?

- She's alive?
- Sure. She's right here.

- You wanna talk to her?
- Yes, I do. Put her on.

- Oh, please...
- Say hello.

Oh, please help me.

His name is Jack.

Help me, Jack.

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

- Exactly how close is that to Jack?
- Within a half mile.

Oh, God, please, Jack. He's gonna 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?
- This is what I want!

What is happening right now!

Not the 15 minutes
that you never gave me, but right now.

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.

...if we're gonna get any prints off this.
- What's the deal with the ring?

It was Randy Thornton's signature.

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

It was the one piece of information
we held back from the press.

Only people who knew were the agents
working on the case and the killer.

- And now Spaulding.
- Right.

I think it's time that you paid Randy
Thornton 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.

He circled every one in the book.

I can see that.

Okay. So, who's Doris?
She wasn't one of the victims from the...

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 sentimental
piece of music.

I would've chosen something
more operatic. Say, Wagner?

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

How does it feel?

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.

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 have 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 16.

There was nobody home.

So I just sat on the couch
and I watched TV.

I sat there for hours.

It wasn't till my father came home
that we realized something was wrong.

We went in the garage...

and the motor was running.

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

My mother's name was Doris.

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

Viv, I'm fine.

Really?

Yeah.

Check with Forensics...

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

Sure.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- Anything new?
- Nope. Just keep coming up empty.

How's Jack doing?

I don't know.
I gotta tell you, it was really...

Just be glad you weren't there.

I 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?

Spaulding had the owner
track a ball down all the way in LA.

He bought it on consignment.
He paid $3,000 for it.

- So Spaulding's in the city.
- 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 want him to make a mistake. 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 gonna let him know
that you quit?

I'm pretty sure that he's watching.

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

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

I'm on it.

Once again, to recap our top story tonight.

Thank you, ma'am.

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

Doris Lovitt, has announced
he's stepping away...

from the case and taking a medical leave.

Jack Malone, who 12 years earlier...

- Hey.
- Hi.

- The girls are asleep.
- Good.

Do you wanna 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.
- Right.

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?

I 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. It's no fun if the other team forfeits.

I didn't realize that my job
was the 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?

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

- He's close.
- We know that already.

- Within 10 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 gonna happen?

Where do you think this is gonna end up?
I mean, 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 gonna do with yourself now?

Pace around your apartment
for the rest of your life?

Fret about your lovely wife?

Your daughters?

You know, if I'd wanted them,
I would've already taken them.

But that would've been too easy.

Oh, poor Jack. Living with all this stress.

I wonder is it the job?

Or is it your whole miserable existence?

Now, 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, D.

A's clear.

So is B.

- Floor 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 gonna 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 gonna shoot me.
You like me too much.

Besides, you'd 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 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.

- We got her!
- It's okay.

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

On the corner of Warren and Greenwich.

Watch your back.

- Thanks.
- Good night, Jack.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

- How about you?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

I don't know.

I keep thinking about her. 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...

walked into the garage...

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 gonna tell my father, but...

you know what he's like.

She told me that she wouldn't...

do it again.

And I believed her.

Oh, God, baby. Of course you did.

You were a kid.

Yeah, I know.

I just...

I just miss her sometimes.

- Come on, let's go to bed. It's late.
- Yeah, okay.

I'll be there in a minute.