Secret in Their Eyes

Help! Help!

Hey. How are you? Happy holidays.

You're good.

Thank you, sir.

Is that you, angel?

Yeah, it's me.

What brought you back this way?

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

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? -

Like a rash.

Wow. Thirteen years. Two promotions.

Still an asshole. Three promotions.

Thanks for keeping track.

What can I say? I'm a fan.

You mind?

Good luck.

- 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.

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.

Erectile dysfunction hotline.

How can I direct your call?

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.

What do you call someone who's dumber than that?

Lieutenant. Lieutenant.

Where you going? I'm 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.

Um, I'm, ray.

Ray kasten.

Claire. Claire Sloan.

Okay. It's nice to meet you.

Yes. Nice to meet you.

I guess we're 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'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.

Well, that's a pretty stiff rank to come in with. You must be a star.

No. Hardly.

Is this a temporary assignment for you?

I don't know.

I guess that kinda depends on the guys in the mosque.

Counselor?

Yes. Thank you.

Well, it was nice to meet you. Yes.

Claire, yeah?

Yes. I'm ray. I said that, right?

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's forever, right?

Ray kasten.

So, how are you liking Los Angeles?

I'm still just finding my way around.

Okay, now your right collar, please? Great.

Smile.

District attorney. My goodness.

It's lawyering.

Same as before, only more of it.

You wanna sit down?

And from here, where? Mayor?

No.

No more campaigns for a while. I'm here, I'm happy.

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?

No. Same.

Mind if I close the door?

- Ray? - Jess.

Jesus! How are you?

How are you?

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

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.

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.

Please.

This is about you.

I found him, Jess.

I found marzin.

All right. Here you go. Thank you.

Psst.

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 doesn't bother you? Jess.

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.

- Up. Let's go. - Where's the fire?

LAPD just found an unidentified female body in a garage dumpster.

So, what's 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's gonna 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'll talk to my snitch. He knows everything going on in that mosque.

Siefert, when are you gonna cough that guy's name up already?

My curiosity is killing me. Sorry, Cobb.

Golden rule of counterterrorism. Remember?

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're 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 raised the terror threat level to red today

in response to what's being called, quote,

"credible intelligence of an impending domestic attack."

Whoa! Dai's at a crime scene.

Things a little slow today, guys? No subpoenas to serve?

You really are an idiot, fierro. Medically.

Impressive? He was homicide before he joined the bureau.

Be the ball, ray.

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?

Didn't say. You mean, you didn't ask.

I didn't do the interview.

Just 'cause they're muslims doesn't mean they're terrorists.

- Wouldn't wanna stereotype anybody, would we? - No, of course not.

G-give her some room.

They aren't even spelling things right in here.

He's got a theory.

What is it?

It's Carolyn.

What?

I-it's Carolyn. It's your daughter.

No!

No! Jess, Jess, Jess!

No! My girl!

No! No!

No! No!

Please! No!

Help me! Help me!