Secret in Their Eyes Page #4

And I say, "Well, he's

a friend. He's a badge."

They say, "Yeah? Then where's

he been the last 13 years?"

I was supposed to meet Carolyn

in that bakery the day she...

She was gonna have a...

a party for your birthday.

I told her I'd meet her there

and pay for the cake.

Last minute I begged off,

after she'd already gotten there.

I had...

I had some case work to file.

Two hours later, we found her.

That's where I've been the last 13 years.

What happened to Siefert's face?

Hell if I know.

I was hoping for a better answer than that.

Well, I don't spend that much

time thinking about Siefert's face.

Assaulting an officer?

Where the hell were

you and Bumpy yesterday?

You do that in court? You

spin your chain like that?

- I do it when I'm anxious. You're making me anxious.

- Oh, yeah? Why is that?

Because I caught the case. Ghazala.

Morales put me on it.

Of course he did. That son of a b*tch.

You're being taken, Claire.

Ghazala's not your guy.

- You're gonna have to explain that.

- There's a snitch.

He's working Al-Ankara

mosque. His name's Marzin.

He's also a person of

interest on Carolyn Cobb.

And everybody's running around, trying

to blow this thing up. He's the doer!

Siefert squeezes a phony confession out

of Ghazala and the snitch stays untouched.

'Cause he's working CT for us.

Now he turns up as the

rapist-murderer of a cop's kid?

No. No, can't be the guy.

Morales has assured me that this

case has the highest priority.

Yeah. And Guantnamo's a Club Med resort.

Hey, Jess.

- What you got there?

- Oh, it's nothing.

- It's not for you.

- That's not what I hear.

- BUMPY:
Sorry.

- Is he the guy?

He's a guy.

That's all we know.

Anything in there indicate

a predilection for violence?

It's a comic book.

They're all violent.

- Can I see it?

- CLAIRE:
Jess, you shouldn't be here.

Anything you touch is inadmissible.

- Can I see it?

- No.

Ray.

- (Carolyn laughing)

- You have to be honest. That's the only rule.

- 'Cause she's good at this.

- All right. Okay.

- The truth and nothing but the truth.

- Wow. I'm ready.

- Fear not.

- This is beautiful, by the way. Thank you.

- You're welcome.

- It's beautiful.

Okay. So, are you looking

for a professional type?

Struggling actress type?

- A what?

- (Carolyn laughs)

Nurturing schoolteacher type?

I'm... I'm willing to

cast a wide net, so...

- Very wise. Very wise.

- Thank you.

Uh, how about tall? Short? Other?

- No preference?

- There's no preference, as long as she's smart.

- How smart?

- Preferably Harvard-educated.

Oh. Okay.

- From Philly.

- Hmm.

- (chuckles)

- Who's a prosecutor.

- I see.

Named Claire.

- That might narrow the field a bit.

- That's very good. Very good.

- What can I say?

- What can you say?

(all laughing)

You look a little quiet all of a sudden.

Claire.

I think you should know

that I can't rein her in.

She's not gonna stop

till she finds this guy.

You never saw Jess and her

kid. They were inseparable.

Yeah.

I can imagine.

I know it's messy. I mean, working CT.

But we gotta find this

guy before Jess does. Okay?

I'll work it at night, under the radar.

Morales doesn't have to know.

I can't tell you what to

do with your free time.

My legal advice would be, find that van.

Thank you.

Good night.

Uh, let me walk you to your car.

- You don't have to do that.

- No, I'd like to, if you don't mind.

Something about garages lately.

- So, when's the big day?

- Hmm?

Oh. Um, sometime next year.

- Congratulations.

- Oh.

What's he do?

He manages a hedge fund in Philly.

His name is Ellis.

So, what, is he... he moving here?

That's the plan.

Is that a hard thing to do, to manage a

hedge fund in Philly when you're living in LA?

Might be.

- But he's pretty clever.

- I bet he is.

Ellis is a pretty clever name.

And love conquers all, right?

- That's me.

- (alarm chirps)

See you tomorrow.

Jess is lucky to have you, Ray.

You're a good friend.

She'd do the same for me.

She'd do more.

(race announcer on PA, indistinct)

(laughing, chattering)

God, this guy could be anywhere.

All right, I want to see the stables.

What the hell for?

That's where the horses are.

(horse grunting)

(horse snorts, whinnies)

(whinnying continues)

I love you, baby boy.

Ain't you?

(muttering) Look at you.

Bump.

BUMPY:
I'll be damned.

(muttering) You like that?

- (horse whinnies softly)

- All right then. Shh.

Hey. (clears throat)

Hey, buddy.

Nice work on the face, Pac-Man. I like it.

And you are?

You don't remember me?

- (horse whinnies softly)

- RAY:
Let's talk.

Call it in!

(groaning)

(gasping)

Ray.

- Where did he get you?

- I had him, Bump.

That was Marzin.

- (groans)

- It's okay. This is Luis.

- He says the guy is here all the time boosting cars.

- The guy got a name?

I-I don't talk to him.

- I don't like the way he looks at the horses.

- You got a cell phone, Luis?

Huh?

Give it to me.

(panting) The guy comes in again,

text 911 to this number

and I'll be here.

- Bump, will ya?

- Yeah.

- (grunting, groans)

- I got it.

It's him, all right.

Oh, yeah.

Son of a b*tch.

Thanks, Luis.

- Hi.

- Oh! (chuckles)

(laughs) Um...

- I was waiting for... I'm sorry.

- Oh. No.

It's fine. Is there anything I can...

Well, I was just gonna see if you

wanted me to walk you to your car again.

Oh.

I wasn't ready to leave yet.

- Neither was I.

- (both laugh)

- Something making you nervous?

- Oh, this.

It's a... It's a silly habit.

It's kind of endearing, if you ask me.

Then it's yours.

- (chuckles)

- Well, you need it more than I do anyway.

- Is that right?

- Mm-hmm.

You sure you can live without it? I

know how you heady types tend to obsess.

That's right. Obsessing is awful.

Hope it never happens to you.

Let me, uh...

I-I...

I like the one on page 90, by the way.

I mean, I don't know, but I think you...

you'd break hearts in that dress.

That's sweet.

Yeah, really sweet, Ray. Come with me.

- Uh, would you excuse us, Claire?

- (clears throat)

Please tell me I've been misinformed.

Please tell me no one from this office

broke into the home of a stripper

to steal a comic book

in some half-assed attempt at making

a case against a prime CT asset.

- There's a case to be made, sir.

- With a picture from a picnic as evidence.

And no participation from the

actual cop investigating the case.

This how you do things in New York? Hmm?

No warrant. You just

surveil whomever you wish.

My sense was that your enthusiasm

for the target was low, sir.

I'll tell you what's lower...

my "enthusiasm" for

witnessing another 9/11.

Jesus Christ.

Everybody knows those

a**holes want to hit LA next!

Half the families in my neighborhood

are buying duct tape and hazmat suits!

You don't even have a case against this guy!

You don't have his van. You don't have sh*t!

If I did, would you file?

No, I'd let a rapist-murderer go free!

Jess is a friend of mine.

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