Secret in Their Eyes

(typing)

(screaming) Help! Help!

(screaming continues)

(screaming continues)

(gasping)

(siren wailing, faint)

(chattering)

- Hey. How are you?

- Happy holidays.

You're good.

- (beeps)

- Thank you, sir.

- Is that you, angel?

- (chuckling)

Yeah, it's me.

What brought you back this way?

I just... I couldn't stay away from you.

- Oh, stop.

- I'm gonna see them upstairs.

Ray Kasten. She's expecting me.

Go right ahead.

Look who's back.

- Could you ask Jessica Cobb to come in, please?

- Mm-hmm.

Like a rash.

Wow. Thirteen years. Two promotions.

- Still an a**hole.

- Three promotions.

Thanks for keeping track.

What can I say? I'm a fan.

You mind?

(scoffs)

Good luck.

(chuckles)

- Am I late?

- Just a bit.

It's good to see you, Ray.

Well, it's...

I see your filing system

hasn't changed much.

The wheels of justice turn

slowly, but they do turn.

And look at you.

Up on the fifth floor.

GEORGE W. BUSH:
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're all set.

Amen.

(phone rings)

Erectile Dysfunction Hotline.

- How can I direct your call?

- (laughs)

Not at all. Have a good day.

Attaboy, Bumpy. Give 'em hell.

You really are a moron,

Bumpy. You know that?

Siefert, you keep

throwing that term around,

but I'm not sure you know

what it actually means.

- It's a medical term. Did you know that?

- Is 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're

looking for, is someone who scores below 19.

Hmm. What do you call someone

who's dumber than that?

- Lieutenant.

- Lieutenant.

- Where you going?

- I'm wanted in Photo.

Chin up. Shoulders back.

(laughs)

MAN (on TV):
Pakistani Taliban

are increasingly upping

their fight to cross the border.

This is one of their recent

propaganda videos shot in Afghanistan.

(TV:
man shouting

in foreign language)

MAN (on TV):
In a barbaric act, they

murder a man they claim is an Afghan spy

working for NATO.

- (man on TV continues)

- Hi.

Hello.

Um, I'm, uh, Ray.

Ray Kasten.

Claire. Claire Sloan.

Okay. It's nice to meet you.

Yes. Nice to meet you.

(chuckles)

I guess we're the, uh,

new kids at school, huh?

Yep. Today is picture day.

- (both laughing)

- Yeah.

That must be why I suddenly feel

like my mom picked out my outfit.

Oh. (chuckles)

- MAN:
Have a great day.

- MAN #2:
Thanks.

- You're 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'm second chair of the Homicide unit.

(chuckles)

Well, that's a pretty stiff rank

to come in with. You must be a star.

No. Hardly.

(chuckles)

Is this a temporary assignment for you?

I don't know.

I guess that kinda depends

on the guys in the mosque.

(TV:
machine gun firing)

Counselor?

Oh. Yes. Thank you.

- Well, it was nice to meet you.

- Yes. (laughs)

Uh, Claire, yeah?

- Yes.

- I'm Ray. I said that, right?

- Mm-hmm.

- Okay.

- Kasten. Ray Kasten.

- Uh, Ray Kasten, yeah.

FBI.

- MAN:
Have a seat.

- Thanks.

Give me one second. I just

want to adjust this light.

- CLAIRE:
Yes.

- A picture's forever, right?

Ray Kasten.

(sighs)

MAN:
So, how are you liking Los Angeles?

CLAIRE:
I'm still just

finding my way around.

MAN:
Okay, now your right

collar, please? Great.

- Smile.

- (shutter clicks)

District attorney. My goodness.

It's lawyering.

Same as before, only more of it.

You wanna sit down?

And from here, where? Mayor?

(scoffs) No.

No more campaigns for a

while. I'm here, I'm happy.

Oh, you thinking of governor already? Wow!

Well, I wanted to be head of security for

the Mets, but the position was already filled.

And, um, how's Ellis?

Fine. Yeah. The same... busy.

- Any kids?

- Kids? No.

No, never the right time.

What about you?

Oh, no. Same.

Mind if I close the door?

- Ray?

- Jess.

- Jesus! How are you?

- (Ray laughing)

How are you?

I'm good. I'm good. You?

Oh, I'm... I'm fine. I'm f...

I was just congratulating Cl...

Well, you made chief investigator, right?

So I'm...

I'm looking at royalty here. (laughing)

You still living in Moorpark?

Yes.

It's quiet out there. I like the quiet.

You still Bureau?

No. No, I went private sector.

Badge kinda lost its charm for me.

- I'll let you two...

- No, no, no. Stay.

RAY:
Please.

This is about you.

I found him, Jess.

I found Marzin.

(siren wailing, faint)

- (sirens continue wailing)

- (chattering)

- All right. Here you go.

- Thank you.

(clears throat)

Psst.

You could just ask her out, you know.

Who said I wanted to ask her out?

(laughing)

Christ. An unrequited office romance.

- The clich of it doesn't bother you?

- Jess.

Uh, have a little respect. She's engaged.

You know? This is...

It's inappropriate.

The beauty from Harvard Law and the

blue-collar fed from the wrong side of Brooklyn.

- So sad.

- Don't be a dick, Jess.

Thank you, Ray.

A sexist would've called me something else.

- Why? You're such a dick.

- (laughing)

- Up. Let's go.

- Where's the fire?

LAPD just found an unidentified

female body in a garage Dumpster.

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