Secret in Their Eyes Page #3

Tracy. Armed robbery.

(zipper unzips)

Under the name...

Clay Beckwith.

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's what I did.

- For a year?

For 13 years.

Started the day I left here.

The, uh... The nose is

different, and the eyes.

RAY:
Yeah. Must've had surgery.

Makes sense, given what

he did. And contact lenses.

But the ages sync up.

Beckwith's 33, Marzin 20 when we lost him.

What do you want?

Reopen it.

I'm without portfolio now. I

can't exactly contact the guy's PO.

Jess?

(siren wailing)

(police radio chatter)

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 don't know. Where are we?

We're at the mosque.

Oh.

Would she take her car?

She didn't tell me what she

was... doing this morning

because she always told

me about her morning

at lunchtime.

CLAIRE:
Jess?

I thought if I ever found him, it

would just be me and him in an alley.

This is...

(sighs)

I don't 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?

(clears throat) Maybe we could go

about this a little less officially.

I could call the parole officer...

No, no, no. If we did this,

you couldn't be involved.

You know that.

- They're here.

- Yeah. Thank you.

- Should I tell them you'll be late?

- Be along in a minute, yeah.

- Good to see you, Ray.

- Hey, Jess.

You can leave it open.

So, this is how you waltz back in here?

I know.

I know.

Look at him.

Same guy.

We've 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'd just be reopening a case.

For review. Under the radar.

- That's all we'd be doing.

- Yeah.

Let's pretend that

that's all we'd be doing.

Claire, I have to...

I have to leave. I have

to leave in two weeks.

I gotta be back after the first.

Please help me do this.

It's everything.

Um, if you leave your number at the desk,

I'll call you later.

Okay.

Okay.

You know...

you always did belong here.

So did you.

Kasten, call your office. It's urgent.

Someone stole second base. (laughing)

It's December, shithead.

(child crying)

- (children chattering, shouting)

- I finished her room.

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