Seeking Justice Page #3

So get the hell out of my life.

Why would someone slash our tires?

But how did they even get

into the garage area?

It wouldn't be all that difficult.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

But why are you acting so weird?

- Why does somehow...

- Will?

Will Gerard?

I thought it was you.

Simon Adams.

We taught over Bartram together.

- Remember?

- Right.

- Hey, Simon.

- Laura, Will's wife.

So how's it going?

Still fighting a good fight?

- Yeah.

- Good.

I got out. I moved to Seattle.

I'm just back consoling a friend. His, uh...

his wife got murdered.

- Oh, my god, that's awful.

- Yeah. Unbelievable. Really, uh,

it really shouldn't have happened.

Well, would you like to join us,

Simon, have a drink?

Sure, just for a moment.

I, uh,

I don't wanna intrude.

- Don't tell me you're a teacher too, Laura?

- I'm a musician.

- Nice. Love to hear you play.

- Simon.

Not to be rude but Laura and I were

actually having a private meal together.

Of course.

Yeah, I understand.

Nice to meet Laura.

It's funny how people come in

and out of each others' lives.

Don't you think?

Call me, Will.

Take care, guys.

It's terrible about his friend's

about his friend's wife being murdered.

What the hell are you doing?

Did you see my work bag?

It's right there.

Honey, I think I left something in the car.

I'll be back right back.

Okay.

Kirksey Funeral Home.

Hello? Kirksey Funeral Home.

- I want to talk to Simon.

- Is this Mr. Gerard?

- Yes.

- Mr. Gerard,

I know that it's

a very tough time for you...

- but we here at Kirksey Funeral Home...

- No, no, no.

...want to make...

- Tell Simon to leave my wife the f*** alone.

Hey, man, do you realize somebody

slashed your tires

- on the other side?

- Yeah, I know that. Thank you.

Jesus, all right, man. Sorry.

- Will?

- Yeah. Are you all right?

Yes.

- Where have you been?

- I told you I had to go down to the car.

Oh, I thought I heard you

walking around.

What?

Nothing. Just watching you.

Laura, uh

I love you.

- I love you too, honey.

- Okay.

I called the "triple A".

They'II...

be here this morning with the tires on.

Mr. Walczak,

I need to speak with you.

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Stop!

Stop!

Please, I need a...

No!

No!

Hi. I'm gonna need your card

and I'm gonna need the locking key

of your wheel nuts.

Do you have it?

Good question.

- Yes?

- Hello, Will.

Just wanted to thank you.

You did a helluva job.

Walczak is dead.

And now you're done.

Have a great life.

- What's up, punk? Say something.

- Hey.

Hey!

Hey!

Come on, break it up! Come on.

- Break it up!

- Hands off me, f*ggot!

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

- Get off me, man.

Will, what's...?

Striking a student is a minimum

three weeks suspension.

Three weeks.

What the hell are you thinking, Will?

You're home early.

Yeah, it was, uh

half day.

- Student conferences.

- That's funny

because Jimmy called me

to check on you.

What'd he say?

He said that you hit a student

and got suspended.

Yeah, well that kid is, uh...

- he's just, uh, total mess.

- And that makes it right?

Thank you. Thank you, darling,

for your support.

- My support?

- Yes, your support.

Here.

Where did you get this?

Where did you get it?

- I can't tell you that.

- You can't tell me.

I just...

I can't. I can't tell you all right?

- It's not...

- I'm going to rehearsal.

Mahalia Jackson Theater, please.

Laura?

Mr. Gerard, I'm Detective Rudeski.

This is Detective Green.

Sir, we have a warrant for your arrest

for the murder of Alan Marsh.

Who?

Turn around, please, sir.

Who's Alan Marsh?

To the left.

Hand over your cellphone, please.

You're gonna hold this here.

Stand up straight.

- Go ahead.

- No, it's preposterous.

I'm a school teacher.

I teach English at Rampart High.

I am not a murderer.

- How do you know Alan Marsh?

- I don't.

I want you to talks

a look at something.

That's you, right, Mr. Gerard?

Yes.

And here comes Alan Marsh.

Now, how do you know Mr. Marsh?

- I don't.

- That's you again.

Man, you're clearly distressed.

Right?

What happened down there?

There is another camera

that shows the ramp under the freeway.

Good, good because that

all proves I didn't kill him.

Unfortunately someone forgot

to put the tape in the machine.

Empty, no tape.

What were you doing on that ramp?

Yeah, I took the bus to work.

Someone slashed my tires.

You can go and check if you like.

Let me show you something else.

Alan Marsh's cellphone.

Now what were you doing there

at the zoo?

I never saw that man

until the day he died.

I swear it.

Is he gonna write

something bad about you?

- What do you mean?

- Investigative journalists like to pry.

He is a journalist?

Look

why don't you walk us through

what happened?

Will, here's the thing.

You tell us the truth.

We can help each other.

I want a lawyer.

Will Gerard, no priors

teaches high school English.

Married, no kids.

Well, only, I guess,

semi-interesting thing...

is his wife, Laura Gerard,

was raped in September.

- Why would he wanna kill Marsh?

- Uh, we're getting there, right?

You got anything connected

with him and victim?

- Yeah.

- Video of Gerard on the Marsh's phone.

It looks like Marsh

has been following him.

Let me have a go at him.

You give us an hour?

- He'll break soon, boss.

- I said I wanna go at him.

You got 23 unsolveds up

there on the board.

Work those.

- Twenty two actually.

- Well, look again, it's 23.

Good afternoon, Mr. Gerard.

I'm Lieutenant Durgan.

Let me ask you a few simple questions,

just procedure. Nothing to worry about.

I wanna lawyer.

The day after Monday is...?

I want a lawyer.

You haven't been charged

with anything, Mr. Gerard.

The day after Monday is...?

Tuesday.

My favorite color is...?

What the hell is this?

My favorite color is...?

My favorite color?

Uh, purple.

Purple.

If a baby is unhappy, he...?

He cries.

The hungry rabbit?

Jumps.

The hungry rabbit jumps.

Got it.

Get up.

Put that on.

I'm gonna leave the room.

Wait 10 seconds

and get the f*** outta here.

And then what?

If you don't go now,

you won't make it through the night.

They'll kill you

and make it look like a suicide.

Shut the door behind you.

Hold on a sec?

Afternoon.

Lieutenant,

you move Will Gerard to Holding?

- No, he's still in three.

- I was just there. It's empty.

- The f*** you're talking about?

- He's not in there.

What do you think he's hiding?

I don't know.

I've never seen him like that before.

An affair?

No.

No, it's something worse than that.

Call him. Tell him, you want some answers,

or you're not coming home.

I'll give you some privacy.

Homicide.

- Who is this?

- Ma'am, this is Detective Rudeski.

Is this Will Gerard's wife?

Hey, it's Trudy.

Leave a message and I'll call you back.

Trudy, it's Will.

I need you to do me a favor.

I need you to tell Laura in person,

not on the phone.

Tell her I will try to meet her

at rehearsal tomorrow.

- Leave the corner now.

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