1 pm NYC Public Library
At the library entrance Goren abruptly stops in front of Eames to pose a
question. "Eames - what do you smell?"
Standing right by the glass doors. Eames replies with the first thing that comes to mind. "Window cleaner."
Motioning for her to come further inside. Goren touches her back pushing deeper into the library. Leaning down, he whispers into her ear; "Now. What do you smell?"
"Mustard. Goren, I don't know what you're getting at. Could you just tell me, or do you want to play I spy?"
Not at all amused with Eames' lack of interest in what he's trying to prove to her. He States; "Books. Knowledge. Can't you feel it? From the time you walk into the door, it embraces, enmesh, embroils you into their world."
"I think, I'm going to investigate if the deli is up to par on their food and health codes.and see what exactly they put on your sandwich." Eames comments sarcastically.
"Eames. You don't find most kids spending their afternoons at the library."
"Joey, must have spent a lot of time here." Eames speculates.
"Since she doesn't work here, only 'volunteers'. It was by chance that he met her." counters Goren.
"If she only volunteers, that means she can most likely elect which days to come."
"True.."
"Goren, I don't think Deakins would authorize a surveillance team for this."
"Who says we need one? I can find out what I need to know - from the LA [Library Assistant]."
Grabbing a book off the shelf, Goren hops in the check out line. Eames quickly follows.
"I can take whoever is next." Pages the LA at the main desk.
Walking up together, the LA smiles at them and asks; "Did you find everyone alright?"
Goren nods a yes. Eames follows his lead and smiles too.
"Do you have your Library card, Sir.?"
"Oh yeah, just let me find it in my wallet. You know, it's funny - wallets they have so many pockets/openings, that it's hard to remember which one you put your gas card, credit cards in. In this case my library card."
The LA smiles at Goren and patiently waits.
Following the direction of her partner; Eames plays along too. "Just like a purse. It's sooo annoying to dig and dig for something you know you put in; but just can't find it. It's rather embarrassing. If you ask me."
The LA smiles lightly and nods in agreement.
Blushing Goren, interjects; "Speaking of embarrassing. I can't seem to find my library card. I must have left it in my other pants.honey, do you have your card on you?"
"Nope, I don't. Sorry." Eames replies sympathetically.
Pointing at the LA and her computer. "Leena? Right? Can't you enter in my name, into your computer and go from there?"
"Sir, we can hold the book for you, while you go back and." replies Leena.
"Ohhh, I really wanted to start reading this today." Whines Goren.
Eames grabbing hold of Goren's arm, and tries to pry him away from the counter. "Honey, we'll come back tomorrow and pick it up. We're sorry for holding up the line." Eames says apologetically.
Before walking away, Leena stops them. "Sir. Ma'am. Wait."
"Yes?" responds Goren.
"I'll enter it manually, just this once for you. What's your."
"Really? You're to kind. Joey, Joey Komarado." Goren happily replies..
Frowning, Leena looks Goren in the eye. "I'm sorry, Mr. Komarado. But you can't check out your book today. You have 8 over due books."
Goren shocked by the news, asks; "I thought, I returned them. Didn't I return them hun? Could you do a print-out of which ones?"
"Sure, it'll be a second."
While waiting for the print out Eames quips; "You know what. I just had a great idea. I'd love to volunteer at the library."
"Alex. That's a terrific idea." Exclaims Goren.
"Do you know how and if that's at all possible?" asks Eames.
Leena wary from the previous scene, responds while handing them a piece of paper. "Sure, here's a calendar of what days are available to volunteer, the dates with names beneath are taken."
Before they could ask anymore questions. Leena politely ends the possibility of further conversation. "Here's your print out, and yes, you can keep the calendar, have a nice day."
Taking the papers and putting them in his binder; Goren thanks her and leaves with Eames.
"I bet you got kicked out of every library when you were you a kid, Goren." Cracks Eames.
"Nope, just one."
"For what?" Eames asks in disbelief.
"Trying to reinvent the dewy decimal system. Then applying it at the local library."
"No.. How far did you get?"
"Before they caught on and saw the pile of books? 3 rows." Replies a grinning Goren.
Standing right by the glass doors. Eames replies with the first thing that comes to mind. "Window cleaner."
Motioning for her to come further inside. Goren touches her back pushing deeper into the library. Leaning down, he whispers into her ear; "Now. What do you smell?"
"Mustard. Goren, I don't know what you're getting at. Could you just tell me, or do you want to play I spy?"
Not at all amused with Eames' lack of interest in what he's trying to prove to her. He States; "Books. Knowledge. Can't you feel it? From the time you walk into the door, it embraces, enmesh, embroils you into their world."
"I think, I'm going to investigate if the deli is up to par on their food and health codes.and see what exactly they put on your sandwich." Eames comments sarcastically.
"Eames. You don't find most kids spending their afternoons at the library."
"Joey, must have spent a lot of time here." Eames speculates.
"Since she doesn't work here, only 'volunteers'. It was by chance that he met her." counters Goren.
"If she only volunteers, that means she can most likely elect which days to come."
"True.."
"Goren, I don't think Deakins would authorize a surveillance team for this."
"Who says we need one? I can find out what I need to know - from the LA [Library Assistant]."
Grabbing a book off the shelf, Goren hops in the check out line. Eames quickly follows.
"I can take whoever is next." Pages the LA at the main desk.
Walking up together, the LA smiles at them and asks; "Did you find everyone alright?"
Goren nods a yes. Eames follows his lead and smiles too.
"Do you have your Library card, Sir.?"
"Oh yeah, just let me find it in my wallet. You know, it's funny - wallets they have so many pockets/openings, that it's hard to remember which one you put your gas card, credit cards in. In this case my library card."
The LA smiles at Goren and patiently waits.
Following the direction of her partner; Eames plays along too. "Just like a purse. It's sooo annoying to dig and dig for something you know you put in; but just can't find it. It's rather embarrassing. If you ask me."
The LA smiles lightly and nods in agreement.
Blushing Goren, interjects; "Speaking of embarrassing. I can't seem to find my library card. I must have left it in my other pants.honey, do you have your card on you?"
"Nope, I don't. Sorry." Eames replies sympathetically.
Pointing at the LA and her computer. "Leena? Right? Can't you enter in my name, into your computer and go from there?"
"Sir, we can hold the book for you, while you go back and." replies Leena.
"Ohhh, I really wanted to start reading this today." Whines Goren.
Eames grabbing hold of Goren's arm, and tries to pry him away from the counter. "Honey, we'll come back tomorrow and pick it up. We're sorry for holding up the line." Eames says apologetically.
Before walking away, Leena stops them. "Sir. Ma'am. Wait."
"Yes?" responds Goren.
"I'll enter it manually, just this once for you. What's your."
"Really? You're to kind. Joey, Joey Komarado." Goren happily replies..
Frowning, Leena looks Goren in the eye. "I'm sorry, Mr. Komarado. But you can't check out your book today. You have 8 over due books."
Goren shocked by the news, asks; "I thought, I returned them. Didn't I return them hun? Could you do a print-out of which ones?"
"Sure, it'll be a second."
While waiting for the print out Eames quips; "You know what. I just had a great idea. I'd love to volunteer at the library."
"Alex. That's a terrific idea." Exclaims Goren.
"Do you know how and if that's at all possible?" asks Eames.
Leena wary from the previous scene, responds while handing them a piece of paper. "Sure, here's a calendar of what days are available to volunteer, the dates with names beneath are taken."
Before they could ask anymore questions. Leena politely ends the possibility of further conversation. "Here's your print out, and yes, you can keep the calendar, have a nice day."
Taking the papers and putting them in his binder; Goren thanks her and leaves with Eames.
"I bet you got kicked out of every library when you were you a kid, Goren." Cracks Eames.
"Nope, just one."
"For what?" Eames asks in disbelief.
"Trying to reinvent the dewy decimal system. Then applying it at the local library."
"No.. How far did you get?"
"Before they caught on and saw the pile of books? 3 rows." Replies a grinning Goren.