Secret in Their Eyes Page #3

Who's the lead on this at LAPD?

Um, a detective named Guerrero.

- Has he seen these?

- No.

No, I thought it might reflect badly on

the office, the guy being at the picnic,

so I wanted to show them to you first.

Thank you. I appreciate it.

All right.

Leave all this with me.

Get back to your CT work.

I'll get this Guerrero up to speed.

- I can take care of that.

- No, no, no.

Nothing should ever come before

your terrorism cases. Ever.

It's not a problem for me,

sir, to put out a field report.

I can explain things to him. You

know, one vato to another.

Well, the thing is, sir, because

it's Jess, I wanna bird-dog this one.

They teach you some version of

"yes, sir" at the Bureau, don't they?

Yes, sir.

So?

Be careful in there. He's slick.

And unless I'm very wrong,

he's about to ask you to lunch.

Mean a lot to me if you said no.

How's Jess?

Did you find anything yet?

I did.

Aban Ghazala, the guy seen

running from the garage?

He'd been living down

there. Just confessed.

- Where is he?

- County.

Well, well, well. Our new star.

Come on in, Claire.

It's almost lunchtime. Are you hungry?

(cell door shuts)

Hey.

I wasn't here today, okay? We're

trying to assess him as a CT source.

- We gotta keep it quiet.

- Understood.

MAN (on radio):
"C" Block, stand by.

Ghazala?

(grunting)

You really are a dumb son of a b*tch,

Siefert! Is that how cases get buried?

You find the nearest

Muslim and you ring him up?

You're protecting someone, Siefert,

and you're gonna tell me who it is!

- Who are you protecting?

- (grunting)

Just let me up! Let me up, Ray. Come on.

(groans)

(exhales) Jesus God.

(clearing throat)

(gasping)

I was just trying to point

you away from someone.

That guy in that stupid picture of yours...

I can't have you questioning

him at the moment.

Why is that? Who is he?

- My snitch.

- Huh?

My guy in the Al-Ankara mosque.

Th-The guy staring at

Carolyn Cobb is your snitch?

- I don't think he's your doer, Kasten.

- Introduce us. I'll ask him.

'Cause he is this close to

giving us a whole sleeper cell!

You don't spook a guy like that.

- What the hell you bring him to the picnic for?

- He's a wannabe.

The guy's got some fantasy

of being a cop someday.

So I brought him to the picnic, I let him feel

like a big shot. Anything to keep him happy.

- Well, it worked. He found his true love there.

- You don't know that.

I do know you tricked a phony

confession out of a guy who didn't do it!

My guy shuts down, everybody loses!

A couple more buildings come down maybe.

So I redirected things a bit.

Sorry.

He got a name?

You want me to send

Jess in here to ask you?

Anzor Marzin.

Street name's Pac-Man.

Where is he?

- Where is he?

- Hey, I don't know. Okay?

Maybe you can find him.

Okay.

When's the last time you seen him?

Ten days.

Carolyn Cobb was killed 10 days

ago. What's that, a coincidence?

Detective on the case,

Guerrero, he know about all this?

Of course he does.

- Guy understands the ugly truth.

- Meaning what?

Meaning, someone hands us good names,

his love life doesn't matter.

(groans)

Jesus Christ!

All right.

All right, start writing.

Address.

His address, his girlfriend's

address, something useful.

Couldn't just let it go, huh?

- BUMPY:
A stripper, huh?

- RAY:
Mm-hmm.

Well, that is exciting.

But she's not coming out.

- She's coming out.

- Yeah, right.

And then Marzin's gonna

pull up in a stolen gray van

with Carolyn's DNA under his

nails, and everybody wins.

- You can forget about the van. We're not gonna find it.

- (chuckles)

You know what I like about you, Ray?

We're not even pretending

to do this right.

Meet the detective who's

actually in charge? Screw that.

We're not just crossing

the line, we're burying it.

I don't need to know

Guerrero to know Guerrero.

I've seen guys eat a case before.

I'm gonna go water that

bush over there, okay?

(sighs)

Swimming pools and movie stars.

(zipper unzips)

(sighs) Come on, Moose.

- (groans)

- Nice stealth.

Well, if you had evidence on this a**hole,

we could warrant him like professionals.

Hey, Bump. Get the door, will ya?

(whispering) All right, check

upstairs. I'll watch the door.

- Did you find...

- Jesus!

- Sh*t. You scared the hell out of me.

- I scared you?

- What the hell are you sneaking up on me for?

- Sorry. Did I wake you?

There's nothing upstairs.

Anything down here?

I don't know. Maybe.

- (dog barking)

- Wow, this guy can really draw.

Sh*t!

What are you bitching

about? I gave you a cookie.

Go, go, go, go, go.

(growling, barking)

- Get up there.

- I'm trying. Move that trash can.

- (groans) Damn it!

- (dog yelps)

Ouch! That is a bad bite.

- He looked rabid to me. Probably gonna die.

- We need to get back in there.

Why, to see how the comic book turns out?

Yeah, obviously.

Yeah, I guess that would be huge. Epic.

Probably a lot of clues in there.

- You didn't take it, Bump.

- (scoffs)

- Pork rinds look pretty good.

- You couldn't have taken it. Nobody'd be that stupid.

Yeah, well, how about a Twinkie?

- You hungry? You want a Twinkie?

- Bump?

- (laughing)

- Ohh.

- Happy birthday!

- Dipshit.

- What? She's not gonna miss it.

- She tells him someone was there, he never comes back!

What's your brilliant idea? Leave it

on the bed? At least now we have it.

Do me a favor, okay?

Let me run point on this.

I'll put an extra dollar in

your paycheck, I swear to God.

Suit yourself.

All right, let me have it.

- Thought you didn't want it.

- Bump, give me...

Bumpy, give me the...

Give me the...

- (door opens, closes)

- (Bumpy groans)

Well, it looks like

you won another convert.

PO took one look at those

pictures, said, "Yep, same guy."

What else he say?

Said he knows him as Beckwith.

Never heard him called Marzin

or Pac-Man or anything else.

Beckwith checked in two weeks after

release, then skipped two weeks ago.

I asked if he had any hobbies,

you know, like drawing,

or if he ever talked about baseball.

No and no.

But he does seem to like

horses. The racing kind.

Talks about them all the time.

In an unhealthy kind of

way, according to the PO.

He has sort of a fixation.

Uh, said, "If I had the time to do

it, I'd look for him at the track.

Horses might be the only thing he

likes as much as stealing cars."

Hey.

(clears throat)

Your table, as I recall.

He skipped parole,

didn't he? Your Beckwith.

Wasn't much of a surprise.

Why?

And the PO doesn't recall Beckwith

having a particular talent

for drawing, does he?

His name's Marzin. Not Beckwith.

This why you called me here?

Just trying to gauge

the value of your leads.

Thank you. But they're my leads.

And she was my kid.

Jess.

It's not gonna be like last time.

We find the guy, he goes down.

- You shouldn't make promises like that.

- I can make that promise.

You know, everybody's

asking me, since you're back,

"Who is this guy?

What is it with his

obsession with your daughter?"

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