Secret in Their Eyes Page #2

Be the ball, Ray.

No purse, no ID.

Body appears to have been

bleached inside and out.

Take notes, fellas. This

is evidence collection.

Custodian reports seeing

a young man, possibly Arab,

leaving the scene about 10:30,

carrying his belongings.

- Looked to be homeless.

- Was he running or walking?

- Didn't say.

- You mean, you didn't ask.

- I didn't do the interview.

- (clears throat)

(gasps)

BUMPY:
Just 'cause they're Muslims

doesn't mean they're terrorists.

- Wouldn't wanna stereotype anybody, would we?

- (laughing) No, of course not.

(gasping)

G-Give her some room.

JESS:
They aren't even

spelling things right in here.

JESS:
He's got a theory.

What is it?

It's Carolyn.

What?

I-It's Carolyn. It's your daughter.

(clipboard lands on ground)

(screaming) No!

- No!

- Jess, Jess, Jess!

(whimpering) No! My girl!

(hysterical sobbing)

No! No!

No! No!

Please! No!

Help me! Help me!

(sobbing continues) Oh, my God!

Oh, sweet girl.

(sobbing stops, resumes)

(sobbing continues)

It's my baby!

Where... is he?

He's on parole.

Just did 10 years.

Tracy. Armed robbery.

(zipper unzips)

Under the name...

Clay Beckwith.

How did you find him?

Inmate photos hacked online.

696,000 Caucasian males

in the US prison system.

You can cycle through the

entire population in a year

if you look at 1,906 faces every night.

- So that's what I did.

- For a year?

For 13 years.

Started the day I left here.

The, uh... The nose is

different, and the eyes.

RAY:
Yeah. Must've had surgery.

Makes sense, given what

he did. And contact lenses.

But the ages sync up.

Beckwith's 33, Marzin 20 when we lost him.

What do you want?

Reopen it.

I'm without portfolio now. I

can't exactly contact the guy's PO.

Jess?

(siren wailing)

(police radio chatter)

Surveillance video shows a gray

van entering this garage at 10:27,

leaving 20 minutes later.

Same van that was reported

stolen three days ago.

She have any errands in the

neighborhood or appointments?

I don't know. Where are we?

We're at the mosque.

Oh.

Would she take her car?

She didn't tell me what she

was... doing this morning

because she always told

me about her morning

at lunchtime.

CLAIRE:
Jess?

I thought if I ever found him, it

would just be me and him in an alley.

This is...

(sighs)

I don't think I have the stomach

to watch him walk away again.

This is Claire's shop now.

- Nobody torches it this time.

- Right. Easy.

Except the police would have to run point, and

we never did have an actual case against him.

- Well, maybe he confesses.

- Would you?

(clears throat) Maybe we could go

about this a little less officially.

I could call the parole officer...

No, no, no. If we did this,

you couldn't be involved.

You know that.

- They're here.

- Yeah. Thank you.

- Should I tell them you'll be late?

- Be along in a minute, yeah.

- Good to see you, Ray.

- Hey, Jess.

You can leave it open.

So, this is how you waltz back in here?

I know.

I know.

Look at him.

Same guy.

We've had about 20 Marzin

sightings since you left.

All of them have been false alarms,

and Jess dies a little bit every time.

Claire, look at him.

You'd just be reopening a case.

For review. Under the radar.

- That's all we'd be doing.

- Yeah.

Let's pretend that

that's all we'd be doing.

Claire, I have to...

I have to leave. I have

to leave in two weeks.

I gotta be back after the first.

Please help me do this.

It's everything.

Um, if you leave your number at the desk,

I'll call you later.

Okay.

Okay.

You know...

you always did belong here.

So did you.

Kasten, call your office. It's urgent.

Someone stole second base. (laughing)

It's December, shithead.

(child crying)

- (children chattering, shouting)

- I finished her room.

It's all packed.

Where will you go?

Someplace quiet.

Outside the city.

Just not here.

Homicide hasn't found

anything yet, have they?

They will.

- What are we hearing from the mosque?

- A lot of praying.

Not much else.

Did you find his van?

No.

(sighs) We found her car.

Where?

Outside a bakery.

- Was it broken into?

- No.

It's just...

We're talking about...

(sobbing) It's just impossible.

We're talking about Carolyn.

(clears throat)

Um...

there's a lot of... (clears throat)

stuff in the... in the garage to pack.

She made some beautiful things, didn't she?

Yeah.

Yeah, she did.

Who is this?

You ever see him before that day?

I don't remember seeing

him on that day.

- This is the office picnic, right?

- Yeah.

She ever mention him to you?

Why would she?

Mind if I take this?

Sure.

Why?

I've seen this guy before.

(children chattering, shouting)

(exhales)

- Hey, Bumpy.

- Hey.

Somebody here needs some help.

(Ray, Bumpy laughing)

I always knew you'd be back.

- Great to see you, Bump.

- You too.

Nothing like Christmas in Los Angeles, huh?

Sleighs, snow-covered streets.

Are you up for a little field

work? Ray needs a few doors opened.

- Which ones?

- Old ones.

Guess I always knew he'd be back too.

I'm not sure how much use I'll be.

- I've been an indoor pet for a while now.

- I'll take my chances.

We ask anybody else, red flags will go up.

Well, that's flattering.

Okay.

This time it sticks, right?

Thanks, Bumpy.

(groans, sighs)

That never got better?

- What?

- Your limp.

What limp?

- Hey, Bump.

- Yeah?

Who's this guy?

- Who, the guy in blue?

- Yeah.

- This is the office picnic, right?

- Yeah.

- Okay. Who's that?

- I don't know.

- You didn't see him there?

- Yeah, but I don't know who he is.

Hey, who's this guy?

No idea.

- Dave.

- Yeah?

Who's this guy? You're

standing right by him.

- Sorry.

- He's standing right by you.

I don't know him.

Rupert. This guy.

- You know him?

- Mm-mmm. No.

Hey, Siefert!

Siefert. Office picnic. This guy. He's

staring at Carolyn Cobb. Who is he?

What, are you working Homicide now?

You know the guy or not?

No.

Okay.

Okay, so a guy shows up at the

office picnic, except nobody saw him.

Half of you were there.

Nobody knows who he is.

Is that right?

This guy.

No? No.

Okay.

- Let's do it this way.

- (beeping)

I've seen this guy before, Bump.

Hey.

Hey.

Can I give you some unsolicited advice,

one cop to another?

You're kinda crossing a line here.

You're using CT software

on a rape-murder case.

Things like that get noticed.

- So I should, what, ignore the lead?

- No.

You give the lead to the guys that are actually

investigating the case over at Homicide.

You were brought here to fight terrorism.

Well, her body was found next

to the hottest mosque in LA.

What makes you think I'm

not fighting terrorism?

- I'm just trying to spare you an ass-kicking.

- Spare yourself.

- Okay?

- Spare myself.

Right.

Goddamn it, I knew I'd

seen that guy before!

He's from the mosque!

(sighs) God, I hope

you're wrong about this.

The idea that it could've been

someone connected to this office?

I don't think I could live with that.

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