Faces In The Crowd Page #2

Hey.

Hey.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

Who was that?

It was just the police.

Some detective.

He keeps calling.

He wants to take

your statement. Now.

Guess you put

a pretty good

fight, huh?

How do you know that?

I called your cell.

On the bridge, remember?

I heard things.

I'm the one who

called the police.

[sighs]

(detective)

Any more interna/ memos

end up in the Tribune...

/'// personally tear

the son of a b*tch

a new ass hole.

Miss Marchant, correct?

How's the head?

You're the boyfriend?

Yeah. Bryce.

I'm Kerrest.

This way.

Watch your step.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Oh, don't go in.

Just sign this

before you do anything.

Oh, you're wearing

that pretty blue tie.

Thank you.

[cell phone

siren ringtone]

Would you change this

goddamn cell phone ring?

Why don't you just figure it out

yourself, you freaking loser.

A pasta bracelet.

It's all we found

on the bridge.

No bag, no phone.

Are you sure they

didn't fall with you?

I'm gonna ask you

not to cancel your

cell phone contract.

The a**hole's probably not

stupid enough to use it,

but you never know.

So you really think

that it's him?

He killed, raped,

and wept over the corpse.

You must know how he works.

He's been front page

news for six months now.

They even have

a snappy name for him.

Tearjerk Jack.

So, are you

gonna protect her?

This, my friend...

is what we have

to wade through just

to request police protection.

Twenty of these get

dumped on the Chief's

desk e very morning.

Cops parked outside

your house 24/7

scarfing doughnuts.

Strictly 911 territory.

He's got my papers.

He's got my address.

And he's not stupid enough

to go after the one person

who can recognize him, right?

Look...

[clears throat]

I'm sorry you had

to meet this year's

whackjob.

You wanna feel safe?

Help me catch

the son of a b*tch.

What do you got

for me here?

Thirty-five, forty,

tall, dark?

I'm not letting you

out of here until you

give me more than this.

Did you

or did you not

see his face?

Did you

or did you not

see his face?

Yes, I did.

Good. We're

getting somewhere.

Here. Look these

over carefully.

Take your time.

This is bullshit!

Miss Marchant, you haven't

even looked at half of these.

I can't remember

his face, okay?

Since the accident

Anna, justsh.

She just got out

of the hospital.

She needs rest.

Rest? You go tell that to

the six women whose throat

he cut from ear to ear!

I apologize if I'm

rattling your cage...

but I'd rather the next

time we meet you weren't

lying on a slab.

I can't recognize

faces anymore.

Do you understand?

Since the accident I

That-that man could be

right in front of me

and I wouldn't know it.

Please, don't

waste your time

trying to scare me...

because I am.

I already am.

Call the hospital.

They'll explain.

(man)

Hey, Nicky.

Lanyon, I've been

trying to reach you

for the last two hours.

Man, it's Wednesday.

Nicholas. No cell.

Guess who

just woke up

and walked in?

Anna Marchant.

Dammit, not a

diet Pepsi.

So, what's the story?

You got any leads?

Can we talk?

So, this

face blindness...

is it temporary

or permanent?

They have no

freaking idea.

[chuckles]

You think

it's funny?

Well, she's the only one

who's seen him, and she

can't recognize anybody?

You gotta admit

it's pretty far out.

How's the kid doing?

He still hasn't

uttered a word.

We have no lead, no ID.

Jorgensen in forensics...

even pushed a trace

on the tear sample...

through the Feds'

DNA database. Nada.

The guy is

a freaking ghost.

You're the mind reader

with the fancy diploma.

You know what I think?

The guy has to kill women

to be able to touch them.

Well, that's sad.

The melancholy

killer theory?

I mean, come on.

You gotta give me

more than that.

He weeps because

his sexual compulsions

disgust him. He

he only kills so

they won't see him

as he truly is.

Anna Marchant

saw him.

Yeah, and she-she survived.

I think he's gonna be

really interested in her.

Let me head down the Mission.

Have another crack at that

hobo who fished her out.

Good luck.

We got nothing out

of him but sea shanties.

[gasps]

[water running]

[sighs]

[muffled shriek]

[birds chirping]

Hey, there.

Have we met

somewhere before?

[gasps]

[softly]

Hey.

[whispers]

I'm sorry.

It was just

a bad dream.

Hey, it's okay.

Look, they need me

at the office this

morning but

Now, if you

want, I can

No, it's okay. I'm

I'm fine.

Are you sure?

Hey.

Hey.

You gave me quite

a ride, old boy.

Why weren't you down

at the Mission?

It's dirty there.

Might not be the Savoy

but at least it's safe.

Anything could happen

to you down here.

And what

do you care, huh?

[laughs]

I got some questions

and this time I really

need the answers.

(Anna's father)

The soonest I can get out is

on Tuesday's red eye

from Buenos Aires.

Look, I'll

take you to dinner.

I'll spoil you rotten.

Well, that

sounds great.

You know what?

Why don't you come

meet me at school?

I start back on Wednesday.

Okay, any cfe/ays

I'll call you.

Can you call me

on Bryce's Blackberry?

Do you have that number?

/ ha ve it,

I ha ve it.

Now listen...

/ wish I could've

been there for you.

It's okay, Dad.

I love you, okay?

I'll see you then.

I love you, too,

Snowflake. Bye.

Bye.

[calling]

[doorbell]

Hello.

It's us, chica.

Open up!

Hi, Sleeping Beauty.

Know who we

are this time?

Oh, yeah.

I mean, absolutely.

/ was just really

zoned out last time.

I mean, I'm

really fine.

Well, look. You made

the front page.

You're famous, bebe.

God, I got away.

[reads murmuring]

Oh, my God.

In heaven there's no beer.

Let's drink it all

right here.

In heaven there's no beer.

Let's drink it all

right here!

Look who's back.

Hello, handsome.

You feel

like remembering?

There's a two-six

in it for ya. Right?

Oh. I'll call you.

Or I'll text you.

[laughing]

[chuckling]

Martinis at 11 a.m.

It's almost midnight

in Shanghai.

Just drink up.

[gasps]

Nina, you did not

just post that pic.

I look squinty.

No, no, delete

I don't think so!

Por fa vor.

[whispering]

I'll be right back.

Okay, chica.

[singing]

Hello.

Hey.

What do you want now?

[clears throat]

Do you see anything?

[British accent]

No.

Just reminds me of

Europe After the Rain

by Max Ernst.

I'm sorry?

So, what was I supposed

to see exactly?

Well, l-l-l guess

if I really have,

uh, proso

Prosopagnosia.

Yes.

Well, you tell me.

Can you or can you not

see people's faces?

Well, of course

I can see

people's faces.

It's just that

they keep changing

all the time.

So, you have the answer

to your question.

Cinnamon candy?

But there must be

some sort of treatment.

Medication or

[laughs]

Face blindness isn't

something you just catch,

Miss Marchant.

It's something

you lose.

What are you

telling me?

That I'm gonna be

stuck like this forever?

You're gonna have to

get used to people's

faces changing...

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