The Interpreter Page #6

You volunteering, or just correcting me?

- I'm from Brooklyn.

- You got him. You and...?

- I was on him when he first came here.

- OK, you got him again.

I thought she had perfect pitch.

She says whispers

don't have a recognizable pitch.

NSA agrees. They say it's very difficult.

- They don't know that.

- They say they do.

No, not NSA. Whoever she heard.

Why not let them keep thinking she can ID it?

- What are you asking me to do, Jay?

- I don't want her to be harmed.

In fact, get a place, keep an eye on her.

We got three days. She's your only link.

Are we using her as bait?

Just make the calls.

I'm sending you an attachment.

Can you print front and back?

I've asked INS for a list of arrivals

in the last six months.

Zimbabwe, Botswana, Matobo.

I'll do voice samples on everyone.

So when she hears the voice again,

she can identify it.

- She said it was a whisper.

- Well, now she thinks she can do it.

- Photo there yet?

- It's printing. Let me put you on speaker.

That's an anti-Zuwanie rally.

The man speaking is Ajene Xola.

Look at the crowd.

Look closely.

Any leads?

Maybe one.

Come on down to Mexico.

Is that you?

Tell me what someone like you

who uses the word "diplomacy"

like she's chastising me

is doing at a rebel rally?

- A peace rally.

- I don't want to do this again.

That's exactly what it is.

What I'm doing is listening.

After that. After you listen.

- You're asking the wrong question.

- It's one you don't want to answer.

Why would somebody type the names

of everyone in this on the back?

This is a death list.

The question you should be asking is,

"Who gave me this and why?"

- What are you not saying?

- What are you accusing me of?

How do you feel about Zuwanie,

never mind "I don't care for him"?

I feel disappointment.

That's a lover's word.

What about rage?

Of all the people I've looked into

since this thing started,

the one with the darkest

Zuwanie history is you.

- It was his land-mines that killed your...

- Sh!

We don't name the dead.

Everyone who loses somebody

wants revenge,

on God if they can't find anyone else.

But in Africa,

in Matobo, the Ku believe that

the only way to end grief is to save a life.

If someone is murdered,

a year of mourning ends with a ritual

that we call the Drowning Man Trial.

There's an all-night party beside a river.

At dawn, the killer is put in a boat.

He's taken out on the water and he's

dropped. He's bound so that he can't swim.

The family of the dead then has to choose.

They can let him drown,

or they can save him.

The Ku believe that if the family

lets the killer drown,

they'll have justice

but spend the rest of their lives in mourning.

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