Secret in Their Eyes Page #7
(sirens wailing)
(horn blaring)
Ray.
Claire, I'm sorry.
I don't know. I've been
with the Mets 10 years now.
It's the same thing every
season... our pitching's weak.
Our best guy went down
with an elbow injury.
They had this great
kid coming up, but he...
Well, they decided to trade
him for a left fielder, so...
Well, that's the thing about trades, huh?
Everybody has to give up something.
Well, I can tell you where we
are with Marzin, if you want.
Tell me why you're not married anymore.
Why don't you tell me why you still are?
Ellis and I understand each other.
You?
Well, she was, um...
She was great, actually.
She was kind of a saint.
There was just one thing about her
that neither one of us could fix.
What was that?
She wasn't you.
Well, you always were a little slow.
- Oh, yeah?
- Mm-hmm.
- How's that?
- Why didn't you ask me to come with you?
And give up second chair?
No, not you.
Like I said, slow.
(phone chimes)
- What is that?
- Oh, it's just, um...
Just the office, back home.
Baseball emergency?
Yeah, they, uh... They put in
this new surveillance system.
It's giving everybody fits. I gotta
get to the laptop in the hotel.
You're really not gonna
tell me where you're going?
You know what?
Truth is, it's probably better
I didn't ask you to come with me.
This way, I got to spend the next 13 years
pretending that you might
have actually said yes.
And I did.
Good night.
Would you be careful?
Be careful, okay?
Hey. The Mercedes.
(phone rings)
- Where the hell are you?
- I got him, Bump.
He's in a Benz. We're heading
over the Fourth Street bridge.
- He made you yet?
- No.
Looks like he's gonna
take a right on Anderson.
- Okay. I'm on my way.
- Under the radar, right?
What, I'm gonna start respecting
protocol now? Break my perfect record?
Let me look around and
see who I can scare up.
RAY:
Okay.Brick building, corner
of Anderson and Mateo.
I'm betting it's a chop shop.
Hey, don't do anything
till I get there.
You wind up dead, I get a demerit.
(chuckles)
(grunting)
(man shouts in distance)
(men shouting)
(power tools whirring)
(car engine revving)
(tires screeching)
Hey, man. Hey, yo.
Let's get it in!
Ain't no thing!
- Ain't no thing, dog!
- (blow lands)
Hey. A**hole.
(groans)
Why you following me?
MAN:
He's a cop. He's gotta be a cop.No badge. He's in a rented car.
So why's he following you then?
- (groans)
- Nice.
I said, why are you following me, man?
Pac-Man, you still don't remember me?
I'm Pac-Man. I'm in a video game.
Who the hell is Pac-Man?
You have to answer for Carolyn
Cobb. You have to answer...
- Yo, can we lose this guy already?
- Yeah, get rid of him. Do it.
- I don't know who he is.
- Come on. Come on.
(muttering) I know it was
you. I know it was you.
- Freeze! Freeze!
- Raise your hands! Get 'em up!
- Hands up! Nobody do anything stupid!
- Let me see your hands!
- Get on the ground!
- Drop it!
- Get down!
- Drop the gun now. Drop it!
Put it on the ground. That's
it. Slide it over here.
- Bump, you got him?
- Yeah.
Reggie! Reg, talk to me!
- Reggie!
- Don't move!
- Reggie, talk to me!
- I got it, Bump. I got it.
Come here, buddy. Reggie. Reggie.
Stay with me, buddy. Come
on. Eyes on me, buddy.
Reggie. Reggie. Come on,
buddy. Eyes on me, buddy.
Shots fired. I have an officer down.
We are at 516 Anderson
Street in a warehouse.
- I repeat, officer down.
- Come on, buddy.
- Jess.
- WOMAN (on radio): Copy that.
Officer down, 516 Anderson Street.
Look. It's him.
It's Marzin.
You see?
Goddamn it!
How's he doing, Bumpy?
He's dead.
(radio chatter, faint)
(sirens approaching)
(sirens stop)
I told you I'd get him.
Congratulations.
You don't think he's Marzin?
No, I don't think he's Marzin.
I think we just sent a
15-year guy home in a box
for five grand theft autos
and a parole violation.
- You saw his face? Up close?
- Yes, I saw his face.
Did you look at Siefert's
face? 'Cause he's dead.
Well, he had to answer for Carolyn too.
Don't you ever, ever say her name again!
(door closes)
(sighs)
So, what now?
You fly home? It's done?
I don't know. Part of it maybe.
I know I should forget it.
It was another lifetime.
Except it wasn't.
We blew it, didn't we?
(chuckles)
Didn't we?
(door opens, closes)
Sure. Move him in.
He's been living here for
the last 12 years anyway.
I'm going to bed.
(scoffs)
I told you he understood me.
(phone buzzing)
Jess?
Would, uh, you like any coffee or...
No. No.
Have a seat, please.
My guys are doing a
widows-and-orphans for Siefert.
Might not be a bad idea
for you to contribute.
Yeah.
Of course.
I forgot he was married.
Divorced. Two kids in high school.
Well, that's on me.
No.
It's on me.
I could have stopped all this. That's...
That's why you're here.
I want to thank you both for
staying with this like you have,
but it has to stop now,
before anybody else gets hurt.
- I couldn't live with that.
- Jess, this is the guy. This is Marzin.
- He's not the guy.
- I know you don't wanna get invested all over again.
It's not Marzin.
I know it.
How?
'Cause Marzin's been dead for 13 years.
I killed him.
What?
I killed him about a month after you left.
He's buried out in the yard.
You understand you're speaking
to an officer of the court?
- I do.
- Jess.
Before you say another word, you
need to get yourself a lawyer.
It's okay. I'll be fine with whatever
you decide to do about it, okay?
I would've left him alone.
I want you to know that.
When they torched that van...
I knew, if Morales could do that,
he would never let us bring this guy in.
It just...
It had to be me.
I owed my daughter that.
JESS:
Truth is, hewasn't that hard to find.
Eventually, he did come to that
bar, like I always said he would.
Passion always wins.
Right?
- (train whistle blowing)
- (train passing)
It's the weirdest thing, when
you're on your way to do something,
but you're not sure you're
actually gonna go through with it.
Like reading a book, only you are
the person that you're reading about.
And then you...
you watch yourself do it.
(train continues passing)
Nobody missed him. You
were right about that, Ray.
We made our case on
Al-Ankara without him.
Got our convictions, and
everybody walked away happy.
So forget about this Beckwith.
He's a creep, but he's not our creep.
Just let it go, okay?
Reliving it, wondering if
you could've stopped it.
That's no way to live.
- You're telling me...
- Sorry.
But it's done.
- Claire, I'm fine with whatever you...
- I need a second. All right?
Give me a second.
(sighs)
Jess.
Was this better?
What do you think?
I think you look a million years old.
(sighs)
(engine idling)
I always thought if this one was over,
it would feel like it was over.
(sighs)
Maybe it's been over a long time.
We just...
never knew it.
I'm gonna go and check
on her. What do I say?
I don't know.
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