tag for Lost 6x12
Apr. 21st, 2010 08:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
psocopteraThis is for last week's episode, written (kind of in a hurry) just now before we start watching yesterday's. 328 words.
Ford knows it'll like as not be a uniform who makes the collar, but he can't help but wish it could be him. What kind of sonofabitch guns his engine at a teacher in a wheelchair? At least there's no question they'll nail the guy once they nab him, and with the detail they've got - make, model, plate, physical, his goddamn accent - that should be sooner rather than later. I thought he was another kind of predator entirely, the witness had said, when Miles had raised an eyebrow over the neat notes he'd made before the hit-and-run.
There's an older man sitting with Miles at his desk as Ford comes back in now, and they both stand up as he approaches.
"This is Anthony Cooper, the victim's father," Miles says, and there's a round of the usual horror-and-resolve talk, and then Ford can't help but notice that "You seem to be leaving with our file there, chief."
Cooper is all apologies, he's obviously - he doesn't say "distraught", just shakes his head, but then as he's walking away, now file-free, turns back and gives Ford the oddest look. "Have I met you before?" he asks, "You seem familiar somehow," and Ford should have some glib quip on the tip of his tongue about whether he's been mixed up with the cops before, Miles will scold him after for disrespect, and he'll never think of him again until the trial, but instead he stops, frozen: his instinct says Cooper is up to something, private vengeance maybe, but that question wasn't part of the script.
"Jim?" Miles is saying, "Jim?" and Ford blinks; there was almost something, he's not sure…
"He's going to be trouble," Miles says, and Ford is relieved to step away from the concern in Miles' eyes and the strangeness in Cooper's.
"Let's get this maniac found," he says. Hume in custody, that's what matters here. That's what matters.
Ford knows it'll like as not be a uniform who makes the collar, but he can't help but wish it could be him. What kind of sonofabitch guns his engine at a teacher in a wheelchair? At least there's no question they'll nail the guy once they nab him, and with the detail they've got - make, model, plate, physical, his goddamn accent - that should be sooner rather than later. I thought he was another kind of predator entirely, the witness had said, when Miles had raised an eyebrow over the neat notes he'd made before the hit-and-run.
There's an older man sitting with Miles at his desk as Ford comes back in now, and they both stand up as he approaches.
"This is Anthony Cooper, the victim's father," Miles says, and there's a round of the usual horror-and-resolve talk, and then Ford can't help but notice that "You seem to be leaving with our file there, chief."
Cooper is all apologies, he's obviously - he doesn't say "distraught", just shakes his head, but then as he's walking away, now file-free, turns back and gives Ford the oddest look. "Have I met you before?" he asks, "You seem familiar somehow," and Ford should have some glib quip on the tip of his tongue about whether he's been mixed up with the cops before, Miles will scold him after for disrespect, and he'll never think of him again until the trial, but instead he stops, frozen: his instinct says Cooper is up to something, private vengeance maybe, but that question wasn't part of the script.
"Jim?" Miles is saying, "Jim?" and Ford blinks; there was almost something, he's not sure…
"He's going to be trouble," Miles says, and Ford is relieved to step away from the concern in Miles' eyes and the strangeness in Cooper's.
"Let's get this maniac found," he says. Hume in custody, that's what matters here. That's what matters.
