[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- Cold enough out here for you guys?
- That's why they call it Canada.
I'm gonna need to take a look.
- Yeah. No problem.
- Business as usual?
- Same old slog.
Just wanna make it home for breakfast.
- Okay. Drive safe.
♪ ♪
- Right on time.
- There was a wreck up by Albany.
Otherwise, no traffic at all.
[gunshot]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Let's get this truck unloaded.
- Hey. - Hey.
- So we find out today if you get
the Sustained Distinguished Service Award.
- I'm flattered, but like I said last week,
you really should have nominated somebody else.
- You've earned it this year alone,
never mind the previous--
- What, quarter century?
Ouch. Is that accurate?
- Mm-hmm.
- It is.
Well, I'll tell you what, I'm really feeling those years
every morning, getting out of bed. [groans]
- Yeah, well, yoga helps.
- Sincerely, you know, I appreciate it.
There's plenty more deserving agents,
and if I'm being honest, I have made some bad choices
over the years.
- Join the club.
[phone buzzes]
Truck driver was shot dead in Rockland County.
Came out of Canada last night, so it becomes transnational.
We get the handle. Let's get Tiffany over there.
- I'll fire up the JOC.
[suspenseful music]
- Hey. Thank you. - Hey.
- Local birdwatcher was out here, found him.
Once we saw the manifest,
we knew he'd come across the border,
so we called you guys.
- Thanks.
Looks like a single kill shot.
- The casing's still lying with the body where we found it.
- Let's get this casing bagged
and dust the inside and outside of the box truck.
- Okay, so we have two sets of footprints
heading back and forth multiple times,
and they stop somewhere around here.
- And then there's a new set of tire tracks
that lead out this way.
- Okay, so they must have been transferring some sort of load
to another vehicle. - Yeah.
But why out here?
Think drugs?
- Any luck?
- Traces of cayenne pepper and coffee grounds.
- Okay.
Smugglers use them to confuse the dogs.
Thank you.
- Vince Duggan.
Formerly of Bay Ridge, Brooklyn.
- I'll call it in.
- Vince Duggan, blue-collar guy
with a wife and kid out in Brooklyn.
No record to speak of.
Gets involved in smuggling, winds up dead.
Questions--how, why, and most importantly, by whom?
Jordan, I hear DEA has something on this guy.
What do you know?
- Duggan popped up on our radar back in 2019.
An informant pinned him as a part-time courier
running drugs for the Fernandez cartel.
- Yeah, I bet not too many truck drivers
get wire transfers.
Half a dozen last week for 8,000 and change each,
totaling 50,000.
Cash went through his checking account at Apple Bank.
- Can we track that money?
- Well, it came from an account in the Canary Islands--
established last week, closed down yesterday.
- Pop-up offshore financing,
speaks to a level of sophistication.
All right, so what are we looking at here?
A drug deal gone bad?
Maybe the traffickers don't wanna pay the balance,
cheaper to shoot the courier dead?
- Okay, so we are talking about drugs.
Any idea what kind?
- Past year, we've seen a big increase in fentanyl
flowing south from Canada. - I hope you're wrong.
Manifest shows there was over 1,000 pounds of cargo
in that truck when it crossed the border.
- Two milligrams of fentanyl is a lethal dose.
I'm no mathematician, but we need to make sure a half a ton
of this stuff does not hit our streets.
- Where are we with the widow's interview?
- She's gonna come in for the interview.
She works at a thrift shop over on Broadway
and doesn't want the FBI coming to her job.
- This past week, he's been a little standoffish.
I thought he was--well.
Back when we first got married, he was seeing someone else.
And I thought he was up to his old tricks,
so I followed him.
- Okay. And what did you find out?
- Nothing romantic.
He just met some guy in a blue van.
- What kind of van? Like a minivan?
- No, like, um, a cargo type.
So I confronted him. He said it was a side job.
He just wanted to make sure that he could make enough money
so our son could go to college.
- Did you get a good look at the guy Vince met?
Height, build?
- No. No, I didn't see. He never got out of the van.
- Okay, can you tell us
anything else about this meeting?
- Where and when?
- Um, it was Tuesday.
It was right after noon at a gas station in Red Hook,
across from a CVS.
- Okay, I have Duggan waiting
at the gas station in a red SUV.
- Okay. Yeah, yeah.
Here comes the blue cargo van.
- Let's see if we can find that driver.
- All right.
Okay, there he is. Who is that man?
- Let's see.
- Okay, Omar Hassan, 30s.
- Eyes up, folks.
- He's got a couple of arrests
for smuggling untaxed cigarettes interstate, assault.
He's got a warrant out for an old smuggling case too.
- All right, looks like he could be our killer.
Let's get Maggie and OA over there now.
- Right.
♪ ♪
- Omar Hassan, you're under arrest!
- [grunts]
- Get up!
- I've got a 9-millimeter.
- Hey, this is arak--
Middle Eastern liquor.
- Maybe he was drinking with his partner in crime.
- Could be our other set of footprints
from the murder scene.
Let's bag the glasses.
Take a look at your handiwork.
- Never saw that guy.
- Well, that's you and that guy.
We matched the shell casing from the murder
to your 9-millimeter.
- I'm assuming when we get into your phone,
we'll be able to nail you to the crime scene.
Hassan.
Hey!
So unless you help us ID your partner
and tell us where the drugs are,
it's gonna be the long goodbye for you,
do you understand?
- [speaking Arabic]
If you have a case against me, make it.
I'm done talking.
Get my lawyer.
- Okay, so we have Hassan, we have the murder weapon,
and we have proof that he met with the victim,
which means we have a decent murder case,
but it gets a lot better
if we can place him at the crime scene.
So where are we on the phone? - Uh, encrypted.
Standard issue for a guy moving a half ton of drugs,
but I think I can beat it.
- So get cracking.
We need GPS pinning Hassan in Rockland County this morning.
- Hey.
I got a hit on the prints at Hassan's apartment.
Mustafa Samir.
This guy is as hardcore as it gets.
Samir was born in Queens and moved to Libya after 9/11,
where he was radicalized.
He has been named in numerous bombing attacks
on American personnel overseas.
His attacks are sophisticated and ruthless.
- All right, time to shift focus.
This isn't about drugs.
It's about bombs.
[tense music]
- All right, people, the threat level just rose exponentially.
Our suspicions about the payload were confirmed.
We ran a bomb-sniffing canine through Duggan's truck
and she lit up like a Christmas tree,
so let's figure out what we are dealing with
before it goes boom.
The explosives came from Canada.
Any leads from the Great North?
- 1,000 pounds of Dynex explosives
was stolen from a tunnel construction site
in Ontario last week-- 20 50-pound boxes.
- Well, that matches the 1,000 pounds of weight
missing from Duggan's truck, so that adds up.
- So we're working under the assumption
that Samir is here with bad intentions,
and that he has the material to pull off those intentions.
We're gonna need NYPD's help on this.
- Yeah, I already looped in their counterterrorism bureau.
- Mm, ADIC wants Jubal and I down the street
at a Homeland Security briefing.
- Okay, well, in our absence, pull footage
from every square inch of this city until we find this bomb.
I'm on my phone.
- Hey!
The mighty Jubal Valentine.
- Jack. What's going on, man?
Good to see you. - Great to see you.
PC just detailed me to your office.
- All right.
- Special Agent in Charge Castille?
Jack Lombardo. Great to finally meet you.
I've heard good things sung from on high.
- Well, we are glad to have you and the NYPD on board.
- Yeah. - Are you kidding?
The minute I heard it was Samir,
I requested the assignment.
- You know Samir?
- Yeah. Jubal does too.
- What? What do you mean?
- You remember the Libyan guy that we chased up
onto the rooftops out in Brooklyn
four or five days after the towers came down?
He fell trying to jump to the next building.
- Yeah. Okay, so--
- Yeah, so Samir is that dead guy's son.
- Really? - Yeah.
- Well, that would certainly give him solid motivation
to become a terrorist.
- Yeah, well, let's hope this dog and pony show briefing
doesn't get in the way of catching the bad guy.
- Hey, listen.
Ian cracked Hassan's phone.
It looks like he can get us GPS.
Let me handle the security briefing.
You two continue the chase.
[suspenseful music]
- It's good to be back in business with you, man.
Let's catch this son of a bitch.
All right, ladies and gentlemen,
this is Detective First Grade Jack Lombardo,
the NYPD's expert in radical jihadism.
He will be aiding us in our search for the terrorists
out to attack our city.
He's also an old friend and colleague,
so let him know where the good coffee is kept.
Ian, let 'er rip.
- Phone's GPS confirms Hassan was at the location
where Duggan was murdered.
- Do you know where he went after the murder?
- To a restaurant/ billiards hall
in Bay Ridge called Murzuk.
Owner is Ahmed Khan.
And--looks like he stayed there for two hours.
- My father used to take us there when we were kids.
They have an arcade and good Middle Eastern food.
I had my 11th birthday there, believe it or not.
- Really?
All right, well, if Hassan and presumably Samir went straight
to Khan's restaurant directly after killing Duggan,
it had to be for a reason, right?
And it wasn't the, uh--the nine-ball and garlicky hummus.
- Yeah, well, ICE has an open case on Khan
for providing fake green cards.
- That could be something we could use.
- You're familiar with the place.
Why don't we, uh, send you in?
You can poke around, see if there's a connection
between Samir and Khan.
♪ ♪
- Sounds good to me.
- You scumbag murderer. - What do you want?
You're the reason for all of this.
- Get this guy out of my face.
- Wait, you know-- you know this guy, Hassan?
- I've been chasing these guys since before 9/11.
We might have crossed paths.
It's hard to keep track.
- Yeah.
9/11 does seem like a few lifetimes ago.
- Yeah, well, not for me.
I don't like sharing this, but, uh--
Joanne has Ground Zero cancer.
Bad.
- Jack, I had no idea. I'm so sorry.
- It is what it is.
But it's 9/11 for me every damn day.
- Yeah.
Hey. How we doing?
- He's good to go-- wired for light and sound.
- All right. Here you go.
- All right, OA, once we're in there,
we're looking for any sign of Samir or the explosives, okay?
If you don't see either, then look for any illegal activity.
Entrap him if you have to.
Any hook we can sink helps.
- Entrap him?
- Oh, relax. I didn't mean it literally.
It's just the-- the clock is ticking.
- Yeah, the clock is ticking,
but we're gonna go ahead and honor the Constitution.
- Oh, it's like that, is it? He used to be a lot more fun.
- Okay, well, we have a sneak-and-peek warrant,
so go where you need to go.
- And do what you need to do.
But we need leverage on Khan to get answers from Samir.
All right? [phone rings]
We can't let these, uh--
these people succeed again.
Sorry, it's my-- my wife's nurse.
[somber music]
♪ ♪
- When did you work with him again?
- Uh, after 9/11, actually.
We were assigned the same multiagency task force.
- I don't know, Jubal. He seems a little--
- He's a great cop, OA.
And a really good guy.
He's just, uh--he's going through a lot right now.
Ready? - Yeah.
- Okay.
- You know, I-- I like this OA kid. He's solid.
I love that we have young Muslims joining the cause.
Back in the day... [laughs]
It was mostly a bunch of lapsed Catholics
trying to figure out something that was beyond us.
- Yeah, back in the day, we had to play a lot of catch-up.
It was a tough stretch.
- Didn't know what was coming next.
- I remember fighter jets screaming over Manhattan.
I remember days without sleep.
I remember a lot of funerals.
- Oh man, the funerals.
I went to 64 funerals by Christmas that year.
And that wasn't even the worst of it.
The worst of it was, no matter what,
I was always expecting that next attack.
Bomb behind every door.
- Truth is, we never found much.
Thank God.
You know what, I could never figure out
why Samir's father tried to escape.
[pensive music]
I went back through my files.
No priors.
Really seems like this guy was just
a local merchant looking for a better life.
You know?
- Yeah.
Well, it is what it is.
- Yeah. Okay. Here we go.
- Salaam alaikum.
- Alaikum salaam.
- Can I do some arak?
- Sure. - Please.
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
You haven't changed a bit.
I used to come here when I was a kid, with my dad.
I'm just, uh, happy that you guys are still open.
- Me too.
- You don't remember me, do you?
My family moved to Detroit in '97.
My uncle got Baba a job at the Ford factory.
- Oh. Family looking out for family.
I like that.
- Family's everything, right?
- That's the truth.
- No. You got rid of the arcade.
- Ah, too many kids were skipping school,
causing too much trouble.
- Contrary to that, I think you're the reason
why I stayed out of trouble.
- How so?
- Well, whenever me and my sister
would get a good report card,
my dad would bring us here for your basbousa.
He said it was worth the drive from Queens.
- [chuckles] Wow.
Well, I'm glad we were such a positive influence
on your studies.
- Speaking of family, um, maybe you can help my cousin.
I hear you have a reputation for helping fellow immigrants,
and her, um--
her student visa's expired.
And you know, with ICE, she's scared to leave the house,
and a green card would be a game changer.
I know it's asking a lot.
You're kind of my only option.
♪ ♪
He has a security system--
camera behind the bar and the back wall.
- It's not coming up on our scan,
so the system must be a closed circuit.
- All right, well, that means
we need to find that hard drive.
If we can prove Samir was there today,
then we can leverage the hell out of Khan.
Odds are, he's involved.
- [grunts] You know what, OA?
I'm gonna walk you in a mirroring device.
You need to find the CPU and download the footage, yeah?
♪ ♪
- Write down your name, your number,
and your cousin's name.
- Thank you.
- You check out, maybe there'll be some help.
- Hey. Can I get a menu?
- Sure. - Thank you.
- Here you go. - Thank you.
- Uh, the bathroom?
- Oh, same place it was in 1997.
You know, I do remember you.
You look just like your father.
- Let me do the shawarma plate, extra tahini.
And uh, you should get the, uh, kibbeh nayeh.
Best in the city. - Okay.
- You need to find that system fast, kid.
- On it.
♪ ♪
All right, got these...
- Come on, kid. Get it done.
- Got it.
Okay. I'm in.
And downloading now.
- All right, so let me ask you this--
what's better here, the kebab or kibbeh?
- Uh, for you, maybe the kebab.
- The usual damage. - All right.
I'll go to my office and get you a check.
All right, think it over. I'll be right back.
- I just need two minutes.
- Uh, guy, I'm sorry. I know what I want.
I'm actually gonna go ahead and get the kibbeh nayeh.
- Okay, you know that's raw lamb?
- I do, and I'm looking forward to eating it.
- This qualifies as exigent circumstances.
Tuck the whole computer under your arm
and go out the damn window if you have to.
- I'm almost there. 63%.
Come on, come on, come on.
- Oh. All right. - Here you go.
- And if I could get the rest of the stuff to go, please.
- I need to get paid. - I'll go get your check.
- [whispering] He's on his way back to the office.
- [groans] Done. Got it.
♪ ♪
Uh, you're out of paper towels, bub.
- Okay.
- All right. Enlighten us.
Was Samir with Hassan at Khan's restaurant this morning?
- It looks like Samir and Hassan arrived at 8:14 a.m.
and left the premises at 10:22.
- All right, so one of the world's most wanted terrorists
just stops by for a meal?
Food wasn't that good.
Can we pick up any exterior cameras,
see how they got to and fro?
- Nothing that gets a clean shot of the front
or back of the restaurant.
- We need to pick up Khan.
- We don't have any probable cause,
detective, so for what?
- A thousand-pound bomb is in the hands of a guy
who's damn good at maximizing damage.
Watching Khan sling falafel
while hundreds die cannot be an option.
If you're worried about the legality of it,
I'll make the collar as NYPD, save you guys the heat.
- No, that won't be necessary. Thank you.
Let's bring him in.
- Okay, but for what, Isobel?
- Officially, for providing
material support to a terrorist.
And unofficially, for being our single best option
at stopping a bomb.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Ahmed Khan!
Hey! - [yells]
- Go around the other side! - Yeah!
- [grunts]
♪ ♪
- Hey!
Mr. Khan, you're under arrest.
- I'm a businessman, nothing more.
- Hmm, so why'd you run?
- Well, some of my business is, uh, well--
frankly, off the books.
Might get me in some trouble.
- So you thought you could run from us?
And then what? What was your plan after that?
- I don't think you appreciate the impression the FBI makes
when you roll up on someone.
- Tell us about your guests this morning.
- I run a restaurant. I have many guests.
- So you're gonna stonewall us while your friend Samir
is out here plotting to kill as many New Yorkers as he can?
♪ ♪
- He came with Hassan.
Said he was gonna move to New York, looking for work.
He needed a green card.
I'm known to help fellow immigrants.
- Well, he's a killer.
And you're a liar.
- I don't know anything about terrorists, I swear to you.
And I have nothing more to say.
I want a lawyer.
- What do we know, Mr. Lim?
- I was able to hack into Khan's smartwatch,
which, lucky for us, has excellent GPS capabilities.
- And how can that lead us to Samir
and his 1,000 pounds of explosives?
- Tracking Khan's movements today--this morning,
he was at a commercial building in Red Hook
just about an hour after we saw Samir and Hassan
leave Khan's restaurant.
- And that location overlays
with the data from Hassan's cell.
He turned it off but was three blocks
from that building when he did.
- All right, let's assume all three
were at that location this morning.
- All right, get SWAT and bomb techs over there now.
♪ ♪
- We found the van. It's empty.
- Clear. - Take a look.
Boxes are empty.
- So the bomb's been built.
- And out in the world.
♪ ♪
- Based on all this gear--
blasting caps, walkie talkies set to specific frequencies--
this bomb will be activated once it gets into place,
with one walkie being attached to the explosive
and the other being used as a triggering device.
- He's likely looking to get some distance
and then detonate this remotely.
- Just like the ISIS bombers in Iraq.
What do you got, Scola? - Thermal printer.
Used to make scannable IDs, credentials.
- Hey, guys.
Come check this out.
[suspenseful music]
Samir could have taken these out of his car
to make room for a bomb.
- Ford, seats this big--
I'm guessing they belong to an Expedition.
- So it looks like we have a weaponized Ford Expedition.
What else can we say? - Yeah, it's a 2005 to 2008.
Factory color match means we're looking at cobalt black,
slate gray, or charcoal beige metallic.
- Any luck finding that Ford Expedition
on the traffic cams near the building?
- Nothing yet, but there are very few cameras in that area.
- Yeah, well, keep digging. We need eyes on that vehicle.
All right, so tell me about this,
uh, thermal printer we found. - State of the art.
Broad capabilities in secure identifications,
the kinds that have scannable bar codes and holograms.
Memory was wiped clean. - Right.
So this tells us that Samir is not just gonna roll up
and set off a bomb.
He's going after a hard target,
something that these IDs will grant him access to.
- Yeah, it's most likely
a private underground parking facility.
Anything public, you wouldn't need a security pass.
- Let's identify possible targets
that use those types of scannable IDs
to grant access to underground parking.
- On it.
- All right, and just so we're clear,
this has potential to be the largest terrorist attack
on the homeland since 9/11.
[tense music]
It's time to protect our city.
Let's throw everything we have at stopping Samir.
Hey.
- We just got the fingerprints back
from the building in Red Hook.
- Okay.
- Khan's were on the transfer printer
and on the door of the building.
More signs of his complicity.
- Let me take a swing at him.
I can try something different,
see if I can find some, uh, common ground.
- But his attorney arrived 20 minutes ago.
- So we're gonna need some bargaining power in there.
- What did you have in mind? - Queen for a day.
- We're negotiating with terrorists now?
- We use small fish to catch bigger fish all the time.
- Yeah, it's a strong idea.
I'll get the AUSA to sign off on it.
- Hey.
Just don't waste time playing nice.
- You don't need to say a word.
- I'm not here as an FBI agent.
I'm here as a fellow Muslim.
- [chuckles] Agent Zidan, we are not fools.
- I just need to paint a few realities for your client.
- I don't want--
- Let him speak.
- Thank you.
What I remember the most about your place when I was a kid
was how proud my father was of someone like you...
Of a fellow immigrant, a fellow Arab,
a fellow Muslim, owning his own business.
A genuine American dream.
[pensive music]
♪ ♪
That was not long after 9/11,
when every single person looked at us like we did it.
You remember that?
- It was a terrible time.
- I went from being a Boy Scout
and a Little League first baseman
to being a likely suspect
because of how I look, because of who I am.
♪ ♪
We have your fingerprints, okay?
Um, we can place you at the location
when the bomb was being built.
If that bomb goes off,
Mr. Khan, you're never gonna see
or touch your family again, ever.
Okay, and you're the only person who can change that.
So you need to do what is right for them,
for you, and for this city that I know we both love.
But we are out of time,
and I know you do not wanna be the reason
why every Muslim in this city is a suspect again.
♪ ♪
- It's because of my family that I did anything for Samir.
- So Samir threatened you?
- Yes.
My--my family's back in Libya, visiting relatives.
Hassan came with a photo of my wife and children.
- One phone call, we can get them to the embassy
and flown out here, so you can have lunch with them tomorrow.
- Agent Zidan, my client--
- Queen for a day.
- What's this queen?
- It means that anything you say in this interrogation,
anything you say to me, cannot be used
to charge you with a crime.
- But you can still be prosecuted
based on other evidence.
- Yes, but if you help us get Samir,
I will do everything in my power
to make sure you walk away.
And you have my word.
♪ ♪
- I got him the building and the printer, that's all.
I didn't know anything about the bomb
until I saw the boxes.
- Okay. Where is he gonna set it off?
- I don't know.
- You had to have heard something.
You were with them today.
Mr. Khan, anything helps. Anything.
- All he said was that it would be
in the shadow of the World Trade Center,
that he wanted to kill as many cops as possible.
- Okay. What about the car?
The Ford Expedition?
- Yes. Yes, I got him that too.
- Okay. Year, plate, uh, color?
- It's a--it's a Ford, 2006, Jersey plates.
I have a picture on my phone.
- [speaking Arabic]
- Downtown, cops.
And there's a dozen viable targets, right?
Khan said he hates cops.
Center Street. It's gotta be One Police Plaza.
- There's a community service ceremony there today.
There will be a lot of civilians.
- All right. I'll call the commissioner.
We've gotta evacuate the building.
- You heard her.
One Police Plaza is 300 yards from here.
- Go.
[tense music]
- Okay, Samir entered the garage seven minutes ago.
Bomb tech says he has to activate the bomb
and then needs time to get clear.
- Oh, we don't have time for this.
- Hey, Jack. Jack!
Damn.
Samir is in the garage with the bomb.
We need to evacuate this building now.
I'm going in.
♪ ♪
- All right, let's go. Come on, keep moving.
- Thank you. Hurry. Hurry! - Come on, let's go.
Let's go. Hurry up, please. Get out.
- Go. Right this way.
[distant yelling and grunting]
- Hey! Hey! Hey!
- Get the walkie, Jubal!
Get the walkie!
- [grunts]
- Get up! Get back!
[gunshots]
Easy, easy, easy. We think this is the trigger.
Secure this.
Samir's loose in the building and armed.
Let's go.
Go.
[panicked chatter]
♪ ♪
Right there. Out of the way!
Clear the exit!
- I got Samir, northwest corner.
- Get down! Samir! Drop the gun!
On the ground, right now. Please, right now.
No, no, no. Put the gun down.
Put it--
- Back off, or I'll kill her!
- Watch out. Move, move, move!
♪ ♪
- It's over, Samir. Drop the gun.
- Everyone back or she dies!
- Drop the gun, now!
- Everyone back!
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- We can't change what happened to your father that night.
But you get to choose how this ends.
- Don't you dare mention his name.
- But he wouldn't want this, Samir.
You know that.
He wasn't a violent man.
Please, put the gun down and let her go.
♪ ♪
- My father was a shopkeeper.
He loved your country.
And you--
You dropped him off a roof.
You killed him, and you destroyed my family.
- Your father fell.
- Liar!
Liar!
Me and Hassan were on the rooftop.
My father told us to hide.
We saw you hang him from the roof,
and you let go.
You let him go!
- It's a hell of a story.
If only it were true.
- True or not, you need to drop the gun, now.
Put the gun down and you can still walk away.
- Target acquired.
- No, no, no, no, no, no. Wait, wait.
- Take the shot. - No, wait. Wait!
- Shoot this prick! - No, no, no, not--
- He killed my father!
♪ ♪
Your partner is crooked.
He killed my father.
He killed my father!
- Is the bomb secure?
- Affirmative. Bomb deactivated.
- That was close.
- Yeah, too close.
The sniper should have taken him out.
- What was Samir talking about?
Samir was there when his father fell off the roof?
- Oh, he's making stuff up to justify the fact
he's a mass killer.
- Good. - Hey.
Why don't we, uh, go have a cocktail, catch up?
Like the old days.
- Yeah, that sounds good.
Why don't we go to the Old Town?
- Good. See you there. - Yeah.
[apprehensive music]
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Hey.
What's going on?
- Um, I went back in with Hassan,
and his story matches Samir's about what happened
on the rooftop in 2001, detail for detail.
- Okay, um,
I--I mean, look, we got two terrorists
besmirching one of the most decorated cops
in NYPD history. [stammers]
- This is the medical examiner's report.
It's pretty cut and dry,
consistent with a five-story fall,
except for the pressure bruises around his ankles.
- His ankles?
- It's consistent with what Hassan and Samir described--
Samir Sr. being dangled over that courtyard.
- The NYPD report, the DD5s--
they were signed by a detective from the 114th.
So Jubal, did you guys even file a report?
- No. We were a snatch team.
We didn't dot Is and cross Ts.
Anything went sideways, the local precinct cops
would pick up the pieces, and we'd move on
to the next grab.
- So dead immigrants were just bagged and tagged?
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- [sighs]
It was 2001.
♪ ♪
- Hey. You want a shot?
- Uh, soda water with lime, please.
- Club soda with lime?
What happened to six shots of tequila
and let's ride Valentine?
- [chuckles] There's a lot of things I don't do anymore.
Thank you.
- Well, here's to taking down a real bad guy.
- Mm.
And--and we owe you for running into that garage,
as dumb as it was.
- Oh, look who's talking. You were right behind me.
- So listen.
- Mm? - Just a heads up.
OA talked to Samir and Hassan, and, uh,
and they're sticking to their claim
about how Samir's father died.
- So what, are we taking the word of terrorists now?
How things change.
- OA is kind of convinced.
- [sighs] Ah.
Agent Zidan changes teams now, huh?
Back to his roots. - That's not fair.
OA's a great agent.
- But are you sure where his loyalties lie?
- I took a look at the M.E.'s report.
- Come on.
The guy jumped off a roof.
He thought he was Superman.
How am I to blame for that?
- The thing that stuck out in the report...
- Ah.
- Uh, was--was the pressure bruises on his ankles.
- His ankles?
- Because that's what both those guys said--
that you dangled Samir's dad off the roof by his legs.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Yeah, well, it's not like they could prove anything,
even if it was true.
Yeah.
So I got a little aggressive.
We were at war.
Our city was under attack.
- That's right.
We did what we had to do.
- So maybe I dangled the scumbag off the roof.
- Hey.
You killed him.
That was just part of the job.
To the old days.
[glasses clink] - Right back at you.
You know what, Jubal?
I don't regret a thing.
You blow up my city, and that results
in me dropping you off a roof.
Payback's a bitch.
And so is gravity.
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Are you wearing a wire on me, Jubal?
- Jack Lombardo, you are under arrest
for the murder of Ali Samir.
- You son of a bitch.
And what now, hmm?
You're gonna make it so my wife dies alone,
so you can feel better about yourself,
you sanctimonious Fed prick?
Jubal!
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- You okay?
[apprehensive music]
♪ ♪
Okay. Let's go.
You did the right thing.
And for what it's worth, I got an email this afternoon.
You are getting the Distinguished Service Award,
and you should be proud.
- Yeah. I'm not.
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