Without a Trace

God, I'd love to go for seconds.

- Didn't I tell you? - Awesome.

Pete here's my advanced guy.

For once, the merchandise lived up to the hype.

So, how about another double on Friday?

My schedule's crazy, but call me.

Let's book. I got an appointment downtown.

See you later.

Where you off to?

- Nowhere special. - You're very late.

- That's why I'm rushing. - No, on the rent.

I don't want to ask you again.

Comon, I'll get it to you soon. You know I'm good for it.

And you know I've been good to you...

better than a lot of landlords would be.

I do. I appreciate it, really.

But I got to go.

- This guy gets crazy if I keep him waiting. - He hey, hey...

You can take five minutes, hmm?

Not now. Tomorrow.

I promise.

I'm holding you to it.

Yeah...excuse me for a second.

Hey.

- Oh, here, let me help. - No, I got it.

- Here, here. - I got it.

- I'm fine. - Okay, just trying to help.

I know. I'm just tired of people

treating me with kid gloves.

Right

So, who is she?

Dina Kingston, 20 years old,

no record of employment,

last seen at her apartment two days ago.

The landlord called it in.

There... did you see that?

Even the rookies are treating me like a geezer from Boca.

Look, he's a Boy Scout, Martin.

- He thought he was being polite. - Yeah, right.

Listen, this is going to take time, okay?

Why don't you just stop trying to fight it.

Does that advice come with a cookie?

Ouch.

I'm sorry.

- You didn't deserve that. - No, I didn't.

Yeah.

So, I stopped by her apartment the next day,

she wasn't there.

Why does that set off an alarm?

Nobody's seen her in a couple of days.

And she owes me rent.

We're not a collection agency, Mr. Patel

She should be here all right

She works mostly out of the house...

you know, male guests.

So she's prostitute.

Yeah.

And she was on her way out to see a john.

Seemed a little antsy, so I thought maybe something happened to her

Does she have a pimp?

- Never saw one. - Are you her pimp?

- You kidding me? - You seem very concerned.

Yeah. I want my rent, all right?

And if she's not coming back, I need to turn the apartment.

First things first...

where were you the night she disappeared?

Forced to spend time with my wife.

Yeah, we'll go ahead and take it from here.

Somebody was searching for something.

Yeah.

And the question is "what?"

You know, maybe the client Dina was going see

wanted something that she had, things went south,

they grabbed her keys and came back here to look for it.

Or maybe... they were looking for this.

What do you think?

Her little black book?

Without a trace 4x03 - From the ashes

Transcript Cfsmp3 Adaptation Cookiefif, Lucile76, Vivi69 & Loubill

I'm sorry M'am, I'm afraid this is not a joke

- Okay, well, please don't yell at me. I'm not yelling at you.

Well, I'm sorry that your husband is a a lying ball of crap.

Danny Taylor, FBI.

Please have him call me, okay? Thank you.

Hell hath no fury like the wife of a john.

You're telling me?

She's got a lot of clients, huh?

Yeah, well, these numbers are just off her phone records, so...

Oh, who ??? cellphones

I mean, other than this, she'd be pretty much off the grid.

No credit card, no tax returns, no next of kins that's come forward

The techs have the burnt book, right?

Yeah, they're trying to see if they can salvage anything.

And who'd burn a hooker's black book, huh?

Well, I'm guessing a client who's got something to hide.

Yeah, but why burn it?

Why not just take it? Well, luckily for us,

criminals are not usually rocket scientists.

Where's the rookie?

Probably getting the Jack Special.

The hours are long.

Despite renewed family values,

families are churning out record numbers of runaways.

There's a lot to learn.

Couple of years, you'll hit your stride.

What do you mean "a couple of years"?

I thought this was just another T.D.Y.--

that I was going to be rotating in 90 days.

This is a permanent assignment.

You got other plans?

Well, yes, I was hoping for white-collar.

And I was hopin for eggs and bacon for breakfast

but my cholesterol's 253.

Look, if it's any consolation,

my first choice went to Counterterrorism.

Oh, so I guess we're going to be stuck with each other for a while.

It would seem that way, yes.

Agents Spade and Fitzgerald are over at Dina Kingston's.

Why don't you, uh... why don't you join them there?

Of course.

Uh, well, let me ask you something.

Um, I was wondering, since I'm

the new kid on the playground, do you have any word of advice?

Only the obvious:

do your job, don't throw sand...

Excellent.

- Agent Delgado? - Yeah.

Little light reading.

Thanks.

Uh, the, uh...

the whole pile.

Hi. Vivian Johnson.

- Elena Delgado. - Yeah, Jack told us you'd be joining us.

- NYPD Vice, right? - That and Decoy. Five years.

That forms manual is just going to gather dust.

Okay, well, thanks.

Don't need it.

This is Danny Taylor.

Hello. Hello, Danny.

- What are you? - I'm super.

I have to go.

So nice meeting you

Welcome. thank you

Well, I think she's healthy, because I'm not seeing anything

for STD's in here.

- Maybe not so healthy. - What do you got, drugs?

The remnants of.

Coke? Heroin?

I don't know.

By these white chunks, I would say

maybe oxicodon.

Self-medication. A lot of working girls do it.

Takes the edge off the work.

Elena Delgado.

Uh, Samantha Spade.

Hi. We've been expecting you.

Nice meeting you.

And you must be Martin Fitzgerald?

- Cane give me away? - It did.

So, uh, how much has Jack told you?

Um, just what you knew an hour ago, so just keep going.

I'll catch up.

Great. Well, she was frugal.

Some hotel soaps--

Clairborne, Downtown Westsider, the Mercury Plaza.

All of these are local hotels.

So, she brings clients here and then does out-calls in nearby hotels.

Yeah. So, if these are her regular places,

she could have been headed to one when she disappeared.

Right. Okay, why don't you come with me

and, uh, we'll go check these places out.

Oh, don't wait for me.

I was told to stay put in case any dangerous johns show up.

Well, nice meeting you.

We looked through Dina's phone records, Mr. West.

You called her every Friday for the last six months.

But then, this Friday, nothing. What happened?

I had enough that's all.

- Did you have a little falling out, Arny? - You could say that.

- When? - Couple of weeks ago.

Tell us about it.

She went all nut-job on me.

Hi, baby.

Oh, gosh, sweetie.

Did Daddy forget your bedtime story?

You know what?

I' tell you an extra long one.

Yeah.

It'll have dragons and a butterfly.

Give me about 20 minutes.

Daddy loves you, too.

Did you just answer a call from your daughter?

Yeah. So?

No.

No, I can't do this.

- You got to get out. - You're kidding me, right?

Just get dressed and get the hell out!

Or what?

You going to call tough guy Bobby?

Listen, I paid my money.