Secret in Their Eyes Page #5

You'd charge him, politics aside?

And while you're doing this, how

many CT leads are going unpursued?

How many hurdles are you placing between

Marzin and his ultimate use to us,

which is intel on the mosque?

If I had evidence on him tying him

to Carolyn Cobb, you'd charge him?

Of course!

- I have your word on that?

- Did I just stutter?

And by the way,

Harvard Law doesn't date community college.

Stop hitting on my new hire.

You're embarrassing yourself.

You were always beautiful,

but so ambitious.

I prefer "determined."

Political.

- Collegial.

- (chuckles)

Oblivious.

I think you like looking

back more than I do.

I don't have the time for it.

Okay. Let's look forward.

Okay, let's.

- I think you should go back to New York.

- Why?

Because I don't like where this is going, and

I can't justify it for a case that isn't there.

Oh, it's there. I got two broken

ribs from a shovel says it's there.

That was Marzin.

- I need two more men.

- What?

Bumpy's on one leg, and truth

is I don't move like I used to.

Come on, Ray. You move

exactly like you used to.

(laughs)

They don't have to be big men.

Get out.

I mean it. Go home.

I can't.

MAN:
9/11 was just the beginning.

Protect your home, please.

Protect your family.

Bin Laden, Saddam Hussein...

they have Anthrax now.

(chattering, laughing)

Bump. What is it? You said

you had a lead on Marzin.

- We do.

- "We"?

Come here.

- Hey, Jess.

- I hate the death penalty.

Oh, yeah? Why's that?

Death would be too good for this guy.

A big meal and a... shot and a nap.

Let him rot in jail, live

a life full of nothing.

Uh-huh.

- What we doing here, guys?

- Waiting for him.

- He's been here?

- He will be.

Bumpy and I figured it out.

Jess, you come within a mile of

this guy, we never make a case.

He can quit his job,

he can change his name,

he can dump his car, but

I will still find him.

'Cause there's one thing you can't change,

and it's right here.

Are you drunk?

The Justifier by Pac-Man Marzin.

Page one, first character...

a monster hunter named Alston Sherry.

- Bumpy?

- Alston.

Could that be Walter Alston,

the winningest manager in

the history of the Dodgers?

He won four World Series

titles, three of 'em here in LA.

And Sherry. Larry Sherry?

The MVP of the '59 World Series.

That's the first championship here in LA.

Not that it matters, but he had two

wins and two saves in that series.

Page two.

Alston's partner, named Bulldog O'Malley.

- Bump?

- Walter O'Malley?

The owner who brought the

Dodgers to LA from Brooklyn.

- Man was a saint.

- You seeing a pattern here, Ray?

How about "Bulldog," huh?

Orel "Bulldog" Hershiser?

Star of the last Dodger team that

won a series, '88? Before we sucked.

So, why are we here, Bumpy?

'Cause this is the place

where ex-Dodgers hang out.

And all the crazies know it.

And by the way, the monster that

O'Malley and Sherry are chasing

is orange and black.

You know, the colors worn

by that, uh, team up north.

Think I'd have noticed

that a little sooner.

Don't beat yourself up, Bump.

Think Blue.

JESS:
See?

Passions... are like maps.

Take me, for example.

Carolyn is...

was...

the thing that made me me.

Nothing will ever change that.

Take you. The way you

keep thinking about Claire.

It's a lost cause.

But you don't give up.

Passion always wins.

So I will be here every night from now on.

He'll come here.

Kind of a long shot.

Crazy. I know.

Sort of like building a whole case

around a picture from an office picnic.

But you look at enough faces,

you're bound to find the

one you're looking for.

Eventually, right?

(sighs)

So, when's the next game?

(crowd cheering)

VIN SCULLY:
This capacity

crowd coming to life now

as the Dodgers have

gotten off the mat.

Onlinger checks the

runner, rocks and deals.

Way outside. Ball four.

And that fast, Manager Dave

McDaniels out of the dugout,

on his way to the mound.

We'll see if he's

bringing a hook with him.

The 2002 Met bullpen has not

been particularly impressive.

(Scully continues, faint)

Yo, buddy, sit down!

Sit down!

- I'm looking for my uncle.

- Yeah, and I'm trying to watch the game.

You know, after 10 nights of

this, I'm ready to learn something.

Bump.

Ten rows up, seven guys in.

- Yeah. Yeah, maybe.

- Okay.

ANNOUNCER (on PA): Now

batting, number 11,

shortstop Drew Sagano.

(cheering, applauding)

Excuse me.

SCULLY:
The Dodgers sending

the go-ahead run to the plate.

Sir. Excuse me. Excuse me.

- Hey, Marzin! Hey!

- Hey!

Sorry.

MAN:
Down in front.

Let's go. Come on, move!

SCULLY:
Onlinger ready to go back

to work now, checking the runners.

Bump! With me!

SCULLY:
Delivers. Belted.

(cheering)

RAY:
Out of the way!

Bump! Check down there!

Hey, Kennedy, shield the exits! Over there!

SCULLY:
Long trek

back out to the mound.

Suddenly, on the wrong

side of a one-run game,

history repeating itself...

- What the hell, bro!

- Jesus.

The crowd refusing to sit

until Sagano emerges

to take a curtain call.

Aah! God!

Move!

- I got the suspect.

- Hey!

Stop! Marzin, stop!

Marzin!

Goddamn it!

(shouts, grunts)

- (groaning)

- You okay?

- Get him!

- OFFICER:
Suspect is...

(panting)

Hey!

Hold it right there!

Get out of the way!

(gasping)

- You got him?

- Yeah.

(handcuffs ratcheting)

- Stay where you are.

- Son of a b*tch!

SCULLY:
The Dodgers, nine games back

and left for dead just 30 days ago,

can see daylight now.

Just a half a game back in the West,

with a 6-5 lead in the

bottom of the eighth.

Quite a night.

CLAIRE:
What are you trying to do,

get yourself suspended,

sent back to New York?

We didn't know the guy would

run. It was a baseball game.

We were just there to ask him a

couple of questions, but then he ran!

Don't do that to me. Don't talk

to me like you talk to Morales.

I know what you were there to do.

- What were we supposed to do, let him go?

- Yes.

We don't have anything on

him. I want him released.

- You don't wanna question him first?

- No!

I want him advised of his rights

and released before Morales...

Morales will file if I can make a case.

And Marzin already knows his

rights. He's here voluntarily.

He'll confess! I just

gotta work him a little.

- Meaning waterboarding?

- No, meaning conversation.

Five minutes. If you don't

think he's the doer, he walks.

Claire.

Claire, come on. We can't just let him go.

- What are you doing?

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm begging you.

I'm begging you.

I just wanna remind you

that you're here of your own volition.

You're free to go at any time.

"Volition."

That's a great word.

I think I'm gonna use that

someday, when I'm a cop.

- You understand your rights.

- Yeah.

Is this about the mosque?

No.

This is about Carolyn Cobb.

Who?

Carolyn Cobb.

Mmm.

I never met her.

I don't remember this picture.

- Where is this?

- It's the office picnic.

You were the guest of Reggie

Siefert, your rabbi in here,

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