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Help! Help! Help! Help!
- Hey. How are you? - Happy holidays.
You are good.
Thank you, sir.
Is that you, Angel?
Yeah, it is I.
What brought you back this way?
I just... I could not stay away from you.
- Stop. - I am going to see them upstairs.
Ray Kasten. She is expecting me.
Go right ahead.
Look who is back.
Could you ask Jessica Cobb to come in, please?
Like a rash.
Wow! Thirteen years. Two promotions.
- Still an asshole. - Three promotions.
Thanks for keeping track.
What can I say? I am a fan.
Would you mind?
Good luck.
- Am I late? - Just a bit.
It is good to see you, Ray.
Well, it is...
I see you are filing system has not changed much.
The wheels of justice turn slowly, but they do turn.
And look at you.
Up on the fifth floor.
We will do whatever is necessary to protect America.
But make no mistake. The resolve of our great nation is being...
Fax went down again.
Hello, Al-Fawid.
Now be a good little terrorist
and just hand over some yellow-cake Uranium in broad daylight,
and we are all set.
Amen.
Erectile Dysfunction Hotline.
How can I direct your call?
Not at all. Have a good day.
Atta boy, Bumpy. Give in hell.
You really are a moron, Bumpy. You know that.
Siefert, you keep throwing that term around,
But I am not sure you know what it actually means.
- It is a medical term. Did you know that? - That right.
It means someone with an IQ between 50 and 69.
An imbecile is someone with an IQ between 49 and 20.
And an idiot, which I think is the word you are looking for, is someone who scores below 19.
What do you call someone? Who is dumber than that?
Lieutenant.
- Where are you going? - I am wanted in Photo.
Chin up. Shoulders back.
Pakistani Taliban are increasingly upping...
their fight to cross the border.
This is one of their recent propaganda videos shot in Afghanistan.
In a barbaric act, they murder a man they claim is an Afghan spy...
working for NATO.
Hi.
Hello.
I am Ray.
Ray Kasten.
Claire. Claire Sloan.
Okay. It is nice to meet you.
Yes. Nice to meet you.
I guess we are the new kids at school.
Yep. Today is picture day.
Yeah.
That must be why I suddenly feel like my mom picked out my outfit.
- Have a great day. - Thanks.
- You are Bureau. - Yeah. Field office, Lower Manhattan.
I was transferred here to sit on a mosque with the DA's office.
You?
I just got to the DA's office, from Philly.
I am second chair of the Homicide unit.
That is a stiff rank to come in with. You must be a star.
No. Hardly.
Is this a temporary assignment for you?
I do not know.
I guess that rather depends on the people in the Mosque.
Counselor?
Yes. Thank you.
- It was nice to meet you. - Yes.
Claire, yeah?
- Yes. - I am Ray. I said that, right.
- Yes. - Okay.
- Kasten. Ray Kasten. - Ray Kasten, yeah.
FBI.
- Have a seat. - Thanks.
Give me one second. I just want to adjust this light.
- Yes. - A picture is forever, right?
Ray Kasten.
How are you liking Los Angeles?
I am still just finding my way around.
Okay, now you are right collar, please. Great.
Smile.
District attorney. My goodness.
It is lawyering.
Same as before, only more of it.
Do you want to sit down?
And from here, where? Mayor?
No.
No more campaigns for a while. I am here, I am happy.
You thinking of governor already? Wow!
I wanted to be head of security for the Mets, but the position was already filled.
And, how is Ellis?
Fine. Yeah. The same... busy.
- Any kids? - Kids? No.
No, never the right time.
What about you?
No. The same.
You mind if I close the door.
- Ray? - Jess.
Jesus! How are you?
How are you?
I am good. I am good. You?
I am... I am fine. I am f...
I was just congratulating Cl...
You made chief investigator, right?
So I am...
I am looking at royalty here.
You still living in Moorpark?
Yes.
It is quiet out there. I like the quiet.
You are still Bureau.
No. No, I went private sector.
Badge rather lost its charm for me.
- I will let you two... - No, no, no. Stay.
Please.
This is about you.
I found him, Jess.
I found Marzin.
- All right. Here you go. - Thank you.
You could just ask her out, you know.
Who said I wanted to ask her out?
Christ. An unrequited office romance.
- The cliché of it does not bother you. - Jess.
Have a little respect. She is engaged.
You know. This is...
It is inappropriate.
The beauty from Harvard Law and the blue-collar fed from the wrong side of Brooklyn.
- So sad. - Do not be a dick, Jess.
Thank you, Ray.
A sexist would have called me something else.
Why? You are such a dick.
- Up. Let us go. - Where is the fire?
LAPD just found an unidentified female body in a garage Dumpster.
So, what is that got to do with us?
Garage is next door to our Mosque, Al-Ankara.
This is not good... Mosque turning into a crime scene.
Now Al-Fawid is going to shut everything down and go to ground.
Think positive, Ray. Maybe Al-Fawid did the murder.
We could arrest him without him having to blow something up first.
I will talk to my snitch. He knows everything going on in that mosque.
Siefert, when are you going to cough that person's name up already?
- My curiosity is killing me. - Sorry, Cobb.
Golden rule of counter Terrorism. Remember?
Siefert, Bumpy: Protect the snitch.
Four months after the events of 9/11,
LA's high rises and hospitals remain unprepared...
to respond to a terrorist attack,
according to a study released today by the Rand Corporation.
One of the biggest concerns communication between first responders.
Intelligence officials are increasingly concerned...
about the level of chatter they are picking up.
Senior administration members telling us this could mean terror cells in the US...
are about to become operational.
Terrorists may be planning another attack on a major US city.
The Department of Homeland Security rose the terror threat level to red today...
in response to what is being called, quote,
"credible intelligence of an impending domestic attack."
Whoa! DAI's at a crime scene.
Things a little slow today, people. No subpoenas to serve?
You really are an idiot, Fierro. Medically.
Impressive. He was Homicide before he joined the Bureau.
Be the ball, Ray.
No purse, no ID.
Body appears to have been bleached inside and out.
Take notes, fellas. This is evidence collection.
Custodian reports seeing a young man, possibly Arab...
leaving the scene about 10:30,
carrying his belongings.
- Looked to be homeless. - Was he running or walking?
- Did not say. - You mean, you did not ask.
I did not do the interview.
Just because they are Muslims does not mean they are terrorists.
- Would nOt want to stereotype anybody, would we? - No, of course not.
Give her some room.
They are not even spelling things right in here.
He has a theory.
What is it?
It is Carolyn.
What?
It is Carolyn. It is your daughter.
No!
- No! - Jess, Jess, Jess!
No! My girl!
No! No! No!
Please! No!
Help me! Help me!
My God!
Sweet girl.
It is my baby!
Where... is he?
He is on parole.
Just did 10 years.
Tracy. Armed robbery.
Under the name...
Clay Beck with.
How did you find him?
Inmate photos hacked online.
696,000 Caucasian males in the US prison system.
You can cycle through the entire population in a year...
if you look at 1,906 faces every night.
- So that is what I did. - For a year?
For 13 years.
Started the day I left here.
The... The nose is different, and the eyes.
Yeah. He must have had surgery.
Makes sense, given what he did. And contact lenses.
But the ages synchronize up.
Beckwith's 33, Marzin 20 when we lost him.
What do you want?
Reopen it.
I am without portfolio now. I cannot exactly contact the person's PO.
Jess?
Surveillance video shows a gray Van entering this garage at 10:27...
leaving 20 minutes later.
Same Van that was reported stolen three days ago.
She have any errands in the neighborhood or appointments?
I do not know. Where are we?
We are at the Mosque.
Would she take her car?
She did not tell me what she was doing this morning...
because she always told me about her morning...
at lunchtime.
Jess?
I thought if I ever found him, it would just be him and me in an alley.
This is...
I do not think I have the stomach to watch him walk away again.
This is Claire's shop now.
- Nobody torches it this time. - Right. Easy.
Except the police would have to run point, and we never did have an actual case against him.
- Well, maybe he confesses. - Would you?
Maybe we could go about this a little less officially.
I could call the parole officer.
No, no, no. If we did this, you could not be involved.
You know that.
- They are here. - Yeah. Thank you.
- Should I tell them you would be late? - Be along in a minute, yeah.
- Good to see you, Ray. - Hi, Jess.
Can you leave it open?
So, this is how you waltz back in here.
I know.
Look at him.
Same person.
We have had about 20 Marzin sightings since you left.
All of them have been false alarms, and Jess dies a little bit every time.
Claire, look at him.
You would just be reopening a case.
For review. Under the radar.
- That is all we would be doing. - Yeah.
Let us pretend that that is all we would be doing.
Claire, I have to...
I have to leave. I have to leave in two weeks.
I have to be back after the first.
Please help me do this.
It is everything.
If you leave your number at the desk.
I will call you later.
Okay.
You know...
You always did belong here.
So did you.
Kasten, call your office. It is urgent.
Someone stole second base.
It's December, shithead.
I finished her room.
It is all packed.
Where will you go?
Somewhere quiet.
Outside the city.
Just not here.
Homicide has not found anything yet, have they?
They will.
- What are we hearing from the Mosque? - A lot of praying.
Not much else.
Did you find his Van?
No.
We found her car.
Where?
Outside a bakery.
- Was it broken into? - No.
It is just...
We are talking about...
It is just impossible.
We are talking about Carolyn.
There is a lot of...
stuff in the in the garage to pack.
She made some beautiful things, did not she?
Yeah.
Yeah, she did.
Who is this?
Have you ever seen him? Before that day.
I do not remember seeing him on that day.
- This is the office picnic, right? - Yeah.
She ever mentions him to you.
Why would she?
Would you mind if I take this?
Sure.
Why?
I have seen this person before.
- Hey, Bumpy. - Hey.
Somebody here needs some help.
I always knew you would be back.
- Great to see you, Bumpy. - I too.
Nothing like Christmas in Los Angeles.
Sleighs, snow-covered streets.
Are you up for a little fieldwork? Ray needs a few doors opened.
- Which ones? - Old ones.
I guess I always knew he would be back too.
I'm not sure how much use I will be.
- I have been an indoor pet for a while now. - I will take my chances.
We ask anybody else, red flags will go up.
That is flattering.
Okay.
This time it sticks, right?
Thanks, Bumpy.
That never got better.
- What? - Your limp.
What limp?
- Hey, Bump. - Yeah?
Who is this person?
- Who is the person in blue? - Yeah.
- This is the office picnic, right? - Yeah.
- Okay. Who is that? - I do not know.
- You did not see him there. - Yeah, but I do not know who he is.
Who is this person?
I have no idea.
- Dave. - Yeah?
Who is this person? You are standing right by him. Who is he?
- Sorry. - He is standing right by you.
I do not know.
Rupert. This person.
- You know him. - No.
Hey, Siefert!
Siefert. Office picnic. This person. He is staring at Carolyn Cobb. Who is he?
What are you working in homicide now?
You know the person or not?
No.
Okay.
Okay, so a person shows up at the office picnic, except nobody saw him.
Half of you were there. Nobody knows who he is.
Is that right?
This person.
- No? - No.
Okay.
Let us do it this way.
I have seen this person before, Bumpy.
Can I give you some unsolicited advice...?
One cop to another.
You are kind of crossing a line here.
You are using CT software on a rape-murder case.
Things like that are noticed.
- I should ignore the lead. - No.
You give the lead to the people that are actually investigating the case over at Homicide.
You were brought here to fight Terrorism.
Well, her body was found next to the hottest Mosque in LA.
What makes you think I am not fighting Terrorism?
- I am just trying to spare you an ass kicking. - What spare you?
- Okay? - Spare myself.
Right.
Goddamn it! I knew I would seen that person before!
He is from the Mosque!
God, I hope you are wrong about this.
The idea that it could have been someone connected to this office.
I do not think I could live with that.
Who is the lead on this at LAPD?
A detective named Guerrero.
- Has he seen these? - No.
No, I thought it might reflect badly on the office, the person being at the picnic...
Therefore, 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 will 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 is 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 want to bird-dog this one.
They teach you some version of "yes, Sir" at the Bureau, do not they?
Yes, sir.
So?
Be careful in there. He's slick.
And unless I am very wrong. He's about to ask you to lunch.
Mean a lot to me if you said no.
How is Jess?
Did you find anything yet?
I did.
Aban Ghazala, the person seen running from the garage.
He had been living down there. Just confessed.
- Where is he? - County.
Well, well, well. Our new star.
Come on in, Claire.
It is almost lunchtime. Are you hungry?
I was not here today, okay. We are trying to assess him as a CT source.
- We have to keep it quiet. - Understood.
"C" Block, stand by.
Ghazala?
You really are a dumb son of a bitch, Siefert! Is that how cases are buried?
You find the nearest Muslim and you ring him up.
You are protecting someone, Siefert, and you are going to tell me who it is!
Whom are you protecting?
Just let me up! Let me up, Ray. Come on.
Jesus! God!
I was just trying to point you away from someone.
That person in that stupid picture. Yes.
I cannot have you questioning him now.
Why is that? Who is he?
My snitch.
My guy in the Al-Ankara Mosque.
The person staring at Carolyn Cobb is your snitch.
- I do not think he is your doer, Kasten. - Introduce us. I will ask him.
Because he is this close to giving us a whole sleeper cell!
You don't spook a guy like that.
- What for the hell you bring him to the picnic? - He is a wannabe.
The person has some fantasy of being a cop someday.
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 do not know that.
I do know you tricked a phony confession out of a person who did not do it!
My person shuts down, everybody loses!
A couple more buildings come down maybe.
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 is Pac-Man.
Where is he?
- Where is he? - I do not 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 is that a coincidence?
Detective on the case, Guerrero. He knows about all this.
Of course he does.
- Guy understands the ugly truth. - Meaning what.
Meaning, someone hands us good names...
his love life does not matter.
Jesus Christ!
All right.
All right, start writing.
Address.
His address, his girlfriend's address, something useful.
Could not just let it go?
- A stripper. - Yes.
Well, that is exciting. But she is not coming out.
- She is coming out. - Yeah, right.
Then Marzin is going to pull up in a stolen gray Van...
with Carolyn's DNA under his nails and everybody wins.
You can forget about the Van. We are not going to find it.
You know what I like about you, Ray?
We are not even pretending to do this right.
Meet the detective who's actually in charge? Screw that.
We are not just crossing the line, we are burying it.
I do not need to know Guerrero to know Guerrero.
I have seen people eat a case before.
I am going to go water that bush over there, okay?
Swimming pools and movie stars.
Come on, Moose.
Nice stealth.
Well, if you had evidence on this asshole, we could warrant him like professionals.
Hey, Bumpy. Get the door open.
All right, check upstairs. I will watch the door.
- Did you find... - Jesus!
- Shit. You scared the hell out of me. - I scared you.
- What for is you sneaking up on me before. - Sorry. Did I wake you?
There is nothing upstairs. Anything down here?
I do not know. Maybe.
This person can really draw.
Shit!
What about are you bitching? I gave you a cookie.
Go, go, go, go, and go.
- Get up there. - I am trying. Move that trash.
Damn it!
Ouch! That is a bad bite.
- He looked rabid to me. Probably going to 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 did not take it, Bumpy.
- Pork rinds look good. - You could not have taken it. Nobody would be that stupid.
Yeah, well, how about a Twinkie?
- Are you hungry? Do you want a Twinkie? - Bumpy?
- Happy birthday! - Dipshit.
- What? She is not going to miss it. - She tells him someone was there, he never comes back!
What is 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 will put an extra dollar in your paycheck, I swear a God.
Suit yourself.
All right, let me have it.
- Thought you did not want it. - Bumpy, give me...
Bumpy, give me the...
Give me the...
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 he called Marzin alternatively, Pac-Man or anything else.
Beck with 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.
However, 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.
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."
Your table, as I recall.
He skipped parole, did not him. You are Beckwith.
Was not much of a surprise?
Why?
And, the PO does not recall Beck with...
having a particular talent for drawing, does he?
His name is Marzin. Not Beck with.
This why you called me here?
Just trying to gauge the value of your leads.
Thank you. But they are my leads.
And, she was my kid.
Jess.
It is not going to be like last time.
We find the person, he goes down.
- You should not make promises like that. - I can make that promise.
You know, everybody's asking me, since you are back.
"Who is this guy?"
"What is it with his obsession with your daughter?"
And, I tell: "Well, he is a friend. He has a badge."
They tell: "Yeah? Then where has he been the last 13 years?"
I was supposed to meet Carolyn in that bakery the day she...
She was going to have a... a party for your birthday.
I told her I would meet her there,
and, pay for the cake.
Last minute I begged off,
after she would already gotten there.
I had...
I had some casework to file.
Two hours later, we found her.
That is where I have 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 do not spend that much time thinking about Siefert's face.
Assaulting an officer.
Where were you and Bumpy yesterday?
You do that in court. You spin your chain like that.
- I do it when I am anxious. You are making me anxious. - Yeah? Why is that?
Because I caught the case, Ghazala...
Morales put me on it.
Of course, he did... That son of a bitch.
You are being taken, Claire. Ghazala is not your person.
- You are going to have to explain that. - There is a snitch.
He is working Al-Ankara Mosque. His name is Marzin.
He is also a person of interest on Carolyn Cobb.
By the way, everybody is running around, trying to blow this thing up. He is the doer!
Siefert squeezes a phony confession out of Ghazala and the snitch stay untouched.
Because he's working CT for us.
Now he turns up as the rapist-murderer of a cop's kid?
No. No, cannot be the person.
Morales has assured me that this case has the highest priority.
Yeah. And Guantánamo's a Club Med resort.
Hey, Jess.
- What you got there? - It is nothing.
- It is not for you. - That is not what I hear.
- Sorry. - Is he the person?
He is a person.
That is all we know.
Anything in there indicate a predilection for violence?
It is a comic book.
They are all violent.
- Can I see it? - Jess, you should not be here.
Anything you touch is inadmissible.
- Can I see it? - No.
Ray.
You have to be honest. That is the only rule.
- Because she is good at this. - All right. Okay.
- The truth and nothing but the truth. - I am ready.
- Fear not. - This is beautiful, by the way. Thank you.
- You are welcome. - It is beautiful.
Okay. Therefore, are you looking for a professional type?
Struggling actor type.
A what?
Nurturing schoolteacher type.
I am... I am willing to cast a wide net, so...
- Very wise. Very wise. - Thank you.
How about tall? Short? Other?
- No preference? - There is no preference, as long as she is smart.
- How smart? - Preferably Harvard-educated.
Okay.
From Philly.
- Who is a prosecutor? - I see.
Named Claire.
- That might narrow the field a bit. - That is very good. Very good.
- What can I say? - What can you say?
You look a little quiet all of a sudden.
Claire.
I think you should know that I cannot rein her in.
She is not going to stop until she finds this person.
You never saw Jess and her kid. They were inseparable.
Yeah.
I can imagine.
I know it is messy. I mean, working CT.
However, we have to find this person before Jess does. Okay?
I will work it at night, under the radar.
Morales do not have to know.
I cannot tell you what to do with your free time.
My legal advice would be, find that Van.
Thank you.
Good night.
Let me walk you to your car.
- You do not have to do that. - No, I would like to, if you do not mind.
Something about garages lately.
So, when is the big day?
Sometime next year.
Congratulations.
What is he do?
He manages a hedge fund in Philly.
His name is Ellis.
So, what, is he... he moving here?
That is the plan.
Is that a hard thing to do, to manage a hedge? Fund in Philly when you are living in LA.
Might be.
- But he is clever. - I bet he is.
Ellis is a clever name.
And, love conquers all, right?
That is I.
See you tomorrow.
Jess is lucky to have you, Ray.
You are a good friend.
She would do the same for me.
She would do more.
God! This person could be anywhere.
All right, I want to see the stables.
What for the hell?
That is where the horses are.
I love you, baby boy.
Are not you?
Look at you.
Bumpy.
I will be damned.
You like that?
All right then.
Hey?
Hey, buddy.
Nice work on the face, Pac-Man. I like it.
And, you are...
You do not remember me.
Let us talk.
Call it in!
Ray?
- Where did he get you? - I had him, Bumpy.
That was Marzin.
It is okay. This is Luis.
- He says the person is here all the time boosting cars. - The person got a name.
I do not talk to him.
- I do not like the way he looks at the horses. - You got a cell phone, Luis.
Give it to me.
The person comes in again,
text 911 to this number,
and, I will be here.
- Bumpy, will you? - Yeah.
I got it.
It is he, all right.
Yeah.
Son of a bitch.
Thanks, Luis.
Hi?
- I was waiting for... I am sorry. - No.
It is fine. Is there anything I can...
Well, I was just going to see if you wanted me to walk you to your car again.
I was not ready to leave yet.
Neither was I.
- Something making you nervous? - This.
It has a... It is a silly habit.
It is kind of endearing, if you ask me.
Then it is yours.
Well, you need it more than I do anyway.
Is that right?
You sure you can live without it? I know how you heady types tend to obsess.
That is right. Obsessing is awful.
Hope it never happens to you.
Let me...
I...
I like the one on page 90, by the way.
I mean, I do not know, however, I think you...
you would break hearts in that dress.
That is sweet.
Yeah, sweet, Ray. Come with me.
Would you excuse us, Claire?
Please tell me I have 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 is 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?
No warrant. You just surveil whomever you wish.
My sense was that your enthusiasm for the target was low, sir.
I will tell you what is lower...?
My "enthusiasm" for witnessing another 9/11.
Jesus Christ!
Everybody knows those assholes want to hit LA next!
Half the families in my neighborhood are buying duct tape and Hazmat suits!
You do not even have a case against this person! You do not have his Van. You do not have shit!
If I did, would you file.
No, I'd let a rapist-murderer goes free!
Jess is a friend of mine.
You would 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 would charge him.
Of course!
- I have your word on that. - Did I just stutter?
And by the way,
Harvard Law does not date community college.
Stop hitting on my new hire. You are embarrassing yourself.
You were always beautiful, however, so ambitious.
I prefer "determined."
Political.
Collegial.
Oblivious.
I think you like looking back more than I do.
I do not have the time for it.
Okay. Let us look forward.
Okay, let us.
- I think you should go back to New York. - Why?
Because I don't like where this is going, and I cannot justify it for a case that is not there.
It is there. I got two broken ribs from a shovel says it is there.
That was Marzin.
- I need two more men. - What?
Bumpy's on one leg, and truth I do not move as I used to.
Come on, Ray. You move exactly like you used to.
They do not have to be big men.
Get out.
I mean it. Go home.
I cannot...
9/11 was just the beginning.
Protect your home, please. Protect your family.
Bin Laden, Saddam Hussein...
they have Anthrax now.
Bump. What is it? You said you had a lead on Marzin.
- We do. - "We"?
Come here.
- Hey, Jess. - I hate the death penalty.
Yeah? Why is that?
Death would be too good for this person.
A big meal and a... shot and a nap.
Let him rot in jail, live a life full of nothing.
- What we doing here, people? - Waiting for him.
- He has been here. - He will be.
Bumpy and I figured it out.
Jess, you come within a mile of this person, 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.
Because there's one thing you cannot change...
and, it is 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 here in LA.
And, Sherry. Larry Sherry?
The MVP of the '59 World Series.
That is 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," Orel "Bulldog" Hershiser?
Star of the last Dodger team that won a series, '88? Before we sucked.
So, why are we here, Bumpy?
Because 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 team up north.
Think I would have noticed that a little sooner.
Do not beat yourself up, Bumpy?
Think Blue.
See?
Passions... are like maps.
Take me, for example.
Carolyn is...
was...
the thing that made me.
Nothing will ever change that.
Take you. The way you keep thinking about Claire.
It is a lost cause.
However, you do not give up.
Passion always wins.
So I will be here every night from now on.
He will come here.
Kind of a long shot.
Crazy. I know.
Sort of like building a whole case...
around a picture from an office picnic.
However, you look at enough faces...
you're bound to find the one you are looking for.
Eventually, right?
So, when is the next game?
This capacity crowd coming to life now...
as the Dodgers have gotten off the mat.
On linger checks the runner, rocks and deals.
Way outside. Ball four.
And that fast, Manager Dave McDaniel's out of the dugout,
on his way to the mound.
We will see if he's bringing a hook with him.
The 2002 Met bullpen have not been particularly impressive.
You, friend, sit down!
Sit down!
- I am looking for my uncle. - Yeah, and I am trying to watch the game.
You know, after 10 nights of this, I am ready to learn something.
Bump.
Ten rows up, seven people in.
- Yeah. Yeah, maybe. - Okay.
Now batting, number 11,
shortstop Drew Sagano.
Excuse me.
The Dodgers sending the go-ahead runs to the plate.
Sir. Excuse me. Excuse me.
- Hey, Marzin! - Hey!
Sorry.
Down in front.
Let us go. Come on, move!
On linger ready to go back to work now, checking the runners.
Bump! With me!
Delivers. Belted.
Out of the way!
Bump! Check down there!
Kennedy, shield the exits! Over there!
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.
God!
Move!
I got the suspect.
Stop! Marzin, stop!
Marzin!
Goddamn it!
Are you okay?
- Get him! - Suspect is...
Hold it right there!
Get out of the way!
- You got him. - Yeah.
- Stay where you are. - Son of a bitch!
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.
What are you trying to do...
get yourself suspended, sent back to New York.
We did not know the person would run. It was a baseball game.
We were just there to ask him a couple of questions, but then he ran!
Do not do that to me. Do not 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 do not have anything on him. I want him released.
- You do not want to 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 is here voluntarily.
He will confess! I just have to work him a little.
- Meaning waterboarding. - No, meaning conversation.
Five minutes. If you do not think he is the doer, he walks.
Claire.
Claire, come on. We cannot just let him go.
- What are you doing? - I am sorry.
I am sorry.
I am begging you.
I just want to remind you.
That you're here of your own volition.
You are free to go at any time.
"Volition."
That is a great word.
I think I am going to use that someday, when I am a cop.
- You understand your rights. - Yeah.
Is this about the mosque?
No.
This is about Carolyn Cobb.
Who?
Carolyn Cobb.
I never met her.
I do not remember this picture.
- Where is this? - It is the office picnic.
You were the guest of Reggie Siefert, your rabbi in here,
your godfather.
Yeah, yeah. I came for the picnic for 10 minute, maybe.
Music was shit.
That... Is that a Glock 9?
That is standard issue, right?
Why did you run from us?
Are you serious?
I'm ratting on the sickest sleeper cell in LA.
I get spotted chatting with two cops, I am a dead man.
Wait.
Are you the guys who took my comic book.
Yeah, fuckhead.
I am the person that took your comic book.
Carolyn Cobb.
I think you raped her and, killed her, Pac-Man.
Yeah, that would be smart.
Because I don't have enough heat on me as it is. Do I?
So...
I think you met her at the picnic...
convinced yourself that she was interested in you,
and then maybe after a couple of days following her around.
You went up to her, declared your undying love,
and, when she told you to piss off...
You raped her and killed her and dumped her body in the trash...
doused in bleach.
- Bleach? - Where would you hide the Van?
I am... I am trying to do well.
- Pretty girl. - Okay, you should be thanking me.
I am not even saying I am blaming you for taking the shot.
- Excuse me. - Yeah.
You need to walk away. He has a lawyer in the building.
- He has not made any calls. - He has friends here, remember?
Look, I just need a few more minutes.
No, that will not be necessary.
Mr. Marzin has been a very good friend to this office.
I thought I made that clears to you.
May I see the file, please?
Mr. Marzin.
You are free to go. We are sorry if we have inconvenienced you.
- This is not your doer. - How do you know?
Read the file. Carolyn Cobb, 5'7", 130 pounds, an athlete.
"The damage to the right parietal bone and, left mandible of the victim...
indicated that the attacker was of extraordinary physical strength."
You see. We are looking for a brute, not a kid.
You cannot overpower a girl like that with two noodles for arms. It is laughable.
And then, of course, there is the bleach.
A clear sign of premeditation.
Your killer knew enough to douse the victim thoroughly inside and out...
so as to destroy all the DNA evidence.
Now, that takes smarts. It takes strategic thinking.
What is your level of education Mr. Marzin?
What is it, high school? Less than that?
We are looking for an intellect.
This one likes to sit in his room and, draw comic books with monsters.
And, maybe jack off to the posters on his wall.
This brings me to the final piece of exculpatory evidence.
Which means, Mr. Marzin...?
Evidence which proves your innocence of the charge.
"Examination of the decedent's vaginal walls...
indicate injuries at a depth of nine inches."
We are looking for someone with a hammer...
Not a peanut.
- You have no idea what he... - Women always know.
Men carry themselves one way, boys another.
Do not they? Do not them, Mr. Marzin?
And, that right there.
Trying to look down my blouse. That is something a boy would do.
So you run along, little one.
You run along.
We are sorry for the mix-up.
"Peanut."
Is that what you said? You cocky bitch.
Gosh! How impressive.
Am I swooning?
Go home, loser.
Draw yourself some more monsters.
- You want some of this, bitch? - We are done here.
- You want what she got. - What?
Here is what she got!
You do not touch her! You do not touch her!
- Son of a... - You do not touch her! I will kill you!
Ray! Ray!
- Goddamn it! - Ray! Ray, enough!
Ray! Ray. It is okay. Get off! Ray!
It is okay. Ray!
Ray! It is okay.
He said it!
- Are you okay? - We got him.
Lock him up.
- God. - Are you okay? Are you okay?
You are letting him go, are not you?
You think am I stupid, sir?
That is two questions. Which one do you want me to answer first?
- Hello, Claire. - You and I had an understanding!
Yes, that you would bring me a case. However, you do not have one.
Just this half-assed confession from Marzin.
Who claims it was beaten out of him.
- And he has the injuries to prove it! - He attacked Claire!
You want me to trade a whole mosque full of potential arrests...
for a comic book and a picture from a picnic.
Put me in the goddamn mosque! I will get you more names than he will!
If that'll get you out of my office.
You looked me right in the eye. You told me you would prosecute.
I also told you nothing comes before our efforts in counter terrorism. Nothing!
Now, you drop this right now or I am sending you back to the Bureau! Do you understand me?
That boy is officially untouchable!
Untouchable?
He is guilty.
Welcome to the war.
There's a time to shut up, Claire, and there is a time to tell your boss the truth?
When he is being a horse's ass, that is when you tell him the truth!
You really turned him around in there. You just knocked him flat.
- But it is your case! - We do not have a case!
You want to tell Jess that, or should I?
- Son of a bitch! - Ray. Ray. Come on. Come on.
Jess.
Cover your ears.
- What? - You do not want to hear this.
Let us kill him.
Let us kill him. Let us do it now, before we lose him again.
We just do it and that is it. He goes.
Nobody will miss him.
We will make the case on the mosque without him, and Carolyn gets to rest.
Then what?
What would a few bullets get me. A lifetime in jail.
Therefore, he dies without ever serving a day...
And I spend the next 50 years...
envying him.
Does that sound like a justice to you?
You are both working for a liar.
That is the trouble with you, Ray.
You think that matters.
So, then... would 26 are too old.
Yes. Who is the person?
- Would 25. - Who is the person?
He is a student like me.
- How old is this... - Twenty-one...
That is clever.
You start me at 26, so that 21...
Which are really 22 sounds reasonable?
I admire that.
Thank you.
- But I am still not going to say yes. - Mom!
- What? - He already asked me out.
However, it would mean missing your office picnic.
This just gets worse and worse. I want you to be there.
I only have three more months with you,
and then you're 2,000 miles away,
its dorm life and frat parties,
I will seem boring by comparison.
Come, please.
Come.
I think I have to quit.
You want to bet on whether I get called back to New York tomorrow.
Claire.
Yeah?
If I am...
A Van has just been found wrecked on Grand Street.
Driver fled. Inside smells like bleach.
He tried to move it. He tried to move it!
Give me the keys. I will drive!
We find anything in there that ID's Marzin.
We might actually have him.
Maybe you will not have to go.
God!
Welcome to the war.
You think Morales did this.
Of course he did.
He had to.
Ray.
Claire, I am sorry.
I do not know. I have been with the Mets 10 years now.
It's the same thing every season our pitching is weak.
Our best person went down with an elbow injury.
They had this great kid coming up, but he...
They decided to trade him for a left fielder, so...
That is the thing about trades.
Everybody has to give up something.
I can tell you where we are with Marzin, if you want.
Tell me why you are not married anymore.
Why do not you tell me? Why are you still?
Ellis and I understand each other.
You?
She was...
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 was not you.
You always were a little slow.
Yeah?
- How is that? - Why did not you ask me to come with you?
And, give up second chair?
No, not you.
Like I said, slow.
- What is that? - It is just...
Just the office, back home.
Baseball emergency?
Yeah, they... They put in this new surveillance system.
It is giving everybody fits. I got to get to the laptop in the hotel.
You are not going to tell me where you are going.
You know what.
Truth is, it's probably better I did not ask you to come with me.
This way, I have 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?
The Mercedes.
- Where are you? - I got him, Bump.
He is in a Benz. We are heading over the Fourth Street bridge.
- He made you yet. - No.
Looks like he's going to take a right on Anderson.
- Okay. I am on my way. - Under the radar, right?
What, I'm going to start respecting protocol now? Break my perfect record?
Let me look around and see who I can scare up.
Okay.
Brick building, corner of Anderson and Mateo.
I am betting it is a chop shop.
You do not do anything till I get there.
You wind up dead, I get a demerit.
Hey, man. Hey, you.
Let us get it in!
Are not thing!
Are not thing, dog!
Asshole.
Why are you following me?
He is a cop. He's have to be a cop.
No badge. He's in a rented car.
So why's he following you then.
Nice.
I said, why are you following me, man.
Pac-Man, you still do not remember me?
I am Pac-Man. I am in a video game.
Who is Pac-Man?
You have to answer for Carolyn Cobb. You have to answer...
- You, can we lose this person already? - Yeah, get rid of him. Do it.
- I do not know who he is. - Come on. Come on.
I know it was you. I know it was you.
- Freeze! Freeze! - Raise your hands! Get 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, talks to me! - I got it, Bump. I got it.
Come here, friend. Reggie. Reggie.
Stay with me, friend. 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. - Copy that.
Officer down, 516 Anderson Street.
Look. It is he.
It is Marzin.
You see.
Goddamn it!
How is he doing, Bumpy?
He is dead.
I told you I would get him.
Congratulations.
You do not think he is Marzin.
No, I do not think he is Marzin.
I think we just sent a 15-year person 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? Because he is dead.
He had to answer for Carolyn too.
You do not ever, ever say her name again!
So, what now?
You fly home. Is It done?
I do not know. Part of it maybe.
I know I should forget it.
It was another lifetime.
Except it was not.
We blew it, did not we?
Did not us.
Sure. Move him in.
He has been living here for the last 12 years anyway.
I am going to bed.
I told you he understood me.
Jess?
Would 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.
That is on me.
No.
It is on me.
I could have stopped all this. That is...
That is why you are here.
I want to thank you both for staying with this like, you have,
however, it has to stop now, before anybody else gets hurt.
- I could not live with that. - Jess, this is the person. This is Marzin.
- He is not the person. - I know you do not want to be invested all over again.
It is not Marzin.
I know it.
How?
Because Marzin has been dead for 13 years.
I killed him.
What?
I killed him about a month after you left.
He is buried out in the yard.
You understand you are speaking to an officer of the court?
- I do. - Jess.
Before you say another word, you need to get yourself a lawyer.
It is okay. I will be fine with whatever you decide to do about it, okay?
I would have 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 person in.
It just...
It had to be me.
I owed my daughter that.
Truth is, he wasn't that hard to find.
Eventually, he did come to that bar, like I always said he would.
Passion always wins.
Right?
It's the weirdest thing, when you are on your way to do something,
but you're not sure you're actually going to go through with it.
Like reading a book, only you are the person that you are reading about.
And then you...
You watch yourself do it.
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 is not our creep.
Just let it go, okay?
Reliving it, wondering if you could have stopped it.
That is no way to live.
- You are telling me... - Sorry.
However, it has done.
- Claire, I am fine with whatever you... - I need a second. All right?
Give me a second.
Jess.
It was this better.
What do you think?
I think you look a million years old.
I always thought if this one was over...
it would feel like it was over.
Maybe it has been over a long time.
We just...
never knew it.
I am going to go and check on her. What do I say?
I do not know.
Good night.
Just let it go, okay?
Reliving it, wondering if you could've stopped it...
That is where I have been the last 13 years.
That is no way to live.
You do not ever, ever say her name again!
Its quiet out there. I like the quiet.
Carolyn is...
was the thing...
that made me.
What would a few bullets get me?
Maybe we could go about this a little less officially.
I owed my daughter that.
I do not think I have the stomach to watch him walk away again.
That sound like justice to you?
I hate the death penalty.
Let him rot in jail,
live a life full of nothing.
Please.
Can... Can you ask her to talk to me?
Life sentence, right?
For you too.
Ray?
♪ Love, you left me haunted. ♪
♪ Love, I am just a shadow now. ♪
♪ Dark in the night. ♪
♪ Dark in the day. ♪
♪ The messages will not go away. ♪
♪ Love, you left me madness. ♪
♪ Turn me to a monster now. ♪
♪ Love, I think I am dying. ♪
♪ Love, the monster's got me now. ♪
♪ Love, I think I am dying. ♪
♪ Love, the shadow's all around. ♪
♪ Lost in the years. ♪
♪ Lost in the days. ♪
♪ Lost, and it just will not go away. ♪
♪ Let the light in. ♪
♪ Love, I feel you near me. ♪
♪ Love is no more shadow now. ♪
♪ Love, I feel you near me. ♪
♪ Love is no more shadow now. ♪
♪ Love, I feel you near me. ♪
♪ Love is no more shadow now. Let the light in. ♪
♪ Love, I feel you near me. ♪
♪ Love is no more monster now.♪