Without a Trace

- Time for cake, Uncle Bill. - Ok, pal.

You having any fun at all?

You bet.

Well, you're lying, but that's very festive of you.

I just thought...

I hoped the party would be good for you

Get out, you know, be with people.

I know.

Besides, there's cake.

I called a bunch of times,

but he didn't answer, so I came by here.

The papers were still on the stoop, and he hadn't brought the mail in.

What about his car?

I know he drove it to my house, but it's not in the garage.

Oh...

here's everybody who was at the birthday party.

I talked to a few of them before I called the police.

- And what'd you find out? - He didn't talk to anyone at the party.

- I would like to look around. Is it okay? - Of course.

I didn't touch anything.

You watch detective shows.

- Well, the first 15 minutes, then I fall asleep. - Right.

Now, you said that your brother didn't talk to anybody at the party.

- Not a very social guy? - Oh, he used to be.

This is Bill's daughter, Lauren.

She died of leukemia eight months ago.

His whole life just fell apart.

He and his wife got separated, he took a leave from his job.

But recently, you know, I thought he was starting to come out of it.

At least a little.

Martin

Um, can I borrow you for a minute?

What do you got?

Kiddie porn

Little girls.

He might have downloaded them

There's a high-speed Internet connection behind the desk,

but the laptop's missing.

The sister did say her brother was coming out of some kind of funk.

Maybe he found a new hobby, or he went back to an old one.

Without a trace 4x07 - The innocents

Transcript Cfsmp3 Adaptation Cookiefief, Vivi69 & Lucile76.

A lot of these look like they might have been pulled off the Net.

Did you show the sister?

She was having a hard time believing me, so I showed her one.

Bet that went down well.

Stormed off and refused to talk to us anymore.

Okay, thanks.

Shields withdrew $2,000 from his checking account this week.

- Maybe blackmail. - Yeah, or he's off buying more porn.

But regardless, why are wasting our time with this scumbag?

Let's just turn it over to local P.D.

No, it's too early.

What about that text message he received at the birthday party?

Wasn't from a cell phone ,but we're tracking it.

Okay.

Um, do me a favor?

See if you can track down the original source of these.

Thanks.

I'm sorry, but we needed to know whether you knew anything about this.

Bill would never be involved in something like this.

Does Bill have an online handle?

I don't know what you mean.

It's a name people use instead of their real name

on the Internet for privacy reasons.

- Why do you want to know that? - Well, because of the pictures.

We just need to know whether he's been hanging out in any chat rooms.

Well, I don't know anything about that

And your daughter, Lauren?

Is there any chance that Bill...

No.

Look, whatever he may have gotten himself into...

he loved Lauren.

He would never have hurt her.

His sister said that he's...

well, been different.

We waited so long for something.

Gene therapy, chemotherapy, alternative medicine...

something...

to make Lauren better.

But nothing did.

And all we could do was just hold her hand and watch her die.

And how did Bill react when she did?

He, um, sort of disappeared.

Like he couldn't stand to talk about it.

And then...he got arrested

Assault, Bill?

who was it?

Why were you beating people up?

I-I'm sorry, Julie, I'm really...

I-I need more than an apology.

What do you need?

An explanation for why you're acting this way.

What is going on with you?

I-It'll be better soon, Julie.

I promise.

Better how?

You going to go back to work?

Are you going to start talking to me again?

she wasn't just your daughter.

I miss her, too.

I know.

I just... can't keep doing this.

Not with everything else.

I'm sorry.

Julie...

So whoever he beat up, didn't press charges,

and the, um...

and the sheriff let him go home.

And that's all you know about the assault?

Yeah.

and I moved out of the house a couple of days later.

Okay, the fight was with a guy amed Jamie Wolff,

a registered sex offender.

The guy lives 90 miles from here.

He couldn't find another pervert to have a fight with closer to home?

I don't know

Maybe they're business partners.

Nothing starts a fight faster than money.

We're bringing him in,

so he should be here in half an hour, okay?

Okay.

Delgado.

- How's it going? - So far, more than, um,

half of these are of the same girl--

different ages,ranging from six to maybe 12.

If he shot these photos,

the chances are if we find her, we'll find him.

Yeah, we're checking with his friends, family, neighbors...

see if, uh, any of them can ID her.

I have no idea who he is.

- The guy assaulted you. - Yeah.

And I didn't know who he was when he attacked me, either.

You were convicted of lewd and lascivious acts with a minor.

Then some guy who also likes kids beats you up.

And you expect us to believe that it's random violence?

I didn't say it was random. I just said I didn't know him.

Then what did he want?

That guy's already gotten me in enough trouble.

I don't need anymore.

Too late.

It's about her.

He wanted her.

Hey.

Who are you?

What are you doing hanging around back here.

I'm Bill.

I'm looking for this girl.

I think she might live nearby.

Listen, I'll pay you if you just tell me how to find her.

Why would I know anything?

Come on...

I know you're on the sex offender's list.

Hey!

How did you know that?

- Mrs. Graff put you up to this? - No, nobody put me up to it.

- I'm just looking for the girl! - That's not my problem

Hey. Listen.

I know how it is. I just...

I have a thing for her.

- Get the hell out of here. - Not until you tell me how to find her.

- I have to find her! - Let go.

Thank God, the cops didn't look in the garbage can.

If they had found that picture...

Did he say anything about her?

What her name was?

No.

So you didn't press charges

because you didn't want anymore attention?

Yeah, fat lot of good that did me.

That bitch, Mrs. Graff,

she'd been after me ever since I moved in.

She saw him loitering, called the cops.

I got kicked out of my apartment a week later.

Where were you Sunday?

At a friend's house watching football.

Write his name down.

You know, that 5390 conviction was a long time ago.

I haven't touched anyone since.

I'm sure that's very comforting to your victims.

If all he has is pictures, maybe he hasn't, found her yet.

we should put the local P.D. on it

and have them talk to all the sex offenders in the area.

See if he's talked with them.

I'll check it out.

And I have a friend at the Center for Exploited Children.

See if she knows how someone could find one of these girls.

Guys... give me one second, please.

The text message came from a guy named Ruben Davila--

petty crimes, mostly theft.

Okay, excellent. Thank you.

Local P.D. just found Shield's car at a motel near where Davila works

Great.

Bill Shields! FBI!

Open up!

Com'on!

Put your hands where I can see them!

She's not here.

Turn around and face the wall. Turn around

- Where is she, Shields? - I don't know.