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- In the criminal justice
system, sexually based offenses

are considered
especially heinous.

In New York City,
the dedicated detectives

who investigate
these vicious felonies

are members of an elite squad

known as
the Special Victims Unit.

These are their stories.

- It's a little
crisper tonight.

It's finally feeling
like normal weather.

- Yeah, that's crazy.
It was 70 in February, remember?

- [laughs]
But there's definitely

no such thing as
global warming.

- Yeah, and tell that
to the EPA.

Oh, no, wait--
there is no EPA.

- "Samra."
Isn't that on our list to try?

- Yeah, Bill and Tony
raved about it.

Modern Syrian cuisine.
Apparently, the fried kibbe here

is awesome.
- Yum.

- Take another lap
around the block?

- We'll miss the news.

- Maybe we're better off.

Come on.
It's a beautiful night.

[dog barking]

[woman shouting,
glass breaking]

[faint screaming]

- [grunting]

Help!
Help!

Help us! Stop!
Take the money!

[screaming]

[smacking]

- Where are your Muslim gods
now, huh?

- Come here.
Come here, you towelhead.

- Shut up.
[screaming and crying]

[girl shouting indistinctly]

- Easy!
- Get off me!

- [screaming]

- Come on.
Let's get out of here.

- Stop it!
- Not yet.

- Huh?
- Get up!

- [crying] No!
- Dirty Muslim bitch.

- Leave her--leave her alone!
- Help, Mom!

Mom! [crying]
- Mmm!

This is gonna be good!
- Leave her alone!

Let's go, come on.
Right over here.

- This isn't worth it, man.
[screaming and crying]

- Come on! Let's go.
- Leave her alone.

Let's go. Let's go.
- No, no!

- No, no, no!

- Hey, you wanna have
some fun, baby?

- [crying]

- Hey, this isn't what we came--
- Shut up!

[slam]

- [crying]
- Don't worry, baby.

I'll be gentle.
[gun clicks]

- [sobbing]
No. No.

- [sobbing]
- No!

- NYPD coming through.

I came as soon as I could.
How bad is it?

- It's as bad as it gets.
One DOA--Shala Samra.

She's raped,
has a fractured skull.

And her older sister,
Lela--she was raped,

but she'll live.
She's on her way to Bellevue

with her mother.
- But the father?

- Kanann Samra.

He's in critical condition--

blunt-force trauma to the head,
two stab wounds.

He's on his way
to Bellevue too.

- Lieutenant Benson?
Detective Lopez.

- Yeah, sure--Ray.
How you doing?

- Been better.
Let me walk you guys

through the scene.

According to the mother,

three perps forced
their way in--tied 'em up.

After they did the rapes
and the murder,

they ran out
the front door.

Ten minutes later,
the mother escapes.

She flagged down
a cop car.

- Can she say anything?

- Not really.
Poor lady's a mess.

- They did a number
on this girl.

[dark music]

♪

- The cash register,
the wall safe--

both cleaned out.

Techs are still dusting
for prints,

but no matches
in the system yet.

- Feels like more
than a robbery gone bad.

- Yeah.

- Lieutenant.

[police radio chatter]

♪

Take a look.

- [sighs]

♪

- It's a hate crime.

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

- This is from last night in
front of Samra's Restaurant,

10:10 p.m.

- Three males in ski masks.
That's it?

Nothing else?
- Taru's going through

the footage
frame by frame.

We're canvassing
the neighborhoods,

talking to neighbors,
looking for video, witnesses...

- Any forensics at the scene?
- Oh,

they're still going
through it.

This place was
a mess.

- My God.

This kind of
racism and hate.

It's 2017.

- It's happening
everywhere, Chief.

- Well, it shouldn't
happen here.

Not in New York City.

We're working this 24/7.
All hands on.

All precincts,
all boroughs.

I see Hate Crimes
is already involved.

What do you have, Ray?

- We're talking to all
our informants

in the streets, prisons,
and gangs.

- Have you been
in touch with the FBI?

- Just got off
the phone with

the head of
Civil Rights unit.

They want the case--
I told 'em it was ours.

Unless you're telling me
it's not.

- No, this is NYPD.

It's double rape,
one murder.

- We'll call 'em
if we need 'em.

So, what do we know
about the family?

- Kanann and Maya Samra.
They immigrated legally

from Damascus
25 years ago.

Their daughters,
Lela and Shala--

they were born here
in New York.

- It's a family-run restaurant.

They've been in business
15 years.

There's no apparent
financial issues.

- They're like
model citizens.

They pay their taxes,

there's no legal problems
in their past--

not even
a parking ticket.

- Anything else?

- They're practicing Muslims.

They attend a local mosque.

No connection
to any radical groups.

- It's a perfect
American family.

[phone chimes]
- Yeah--oh, good news.

Maya and Lela
are in stable condition.

They're willing to talk.
- Okay.

Rollins, you come with me.
Fin and Carisi,

go back to the crime scene.

Talk to anyone
and everyone:

neighbors, shop owners,
competitors--you know--

patrons of
the restaurant...

There are hundreds
of Muslim restaurants.

They picked Samra.
I wanna know why.

- On it, Liv.

[crowd shouting]

- Let me guess:
you wanna see my papers.

I was born here, dude.
135th Street.

- Nah, we're NYPD.
We don't care about that.

So, you own this place?

- Ten years.
- We just wanna know

what you can tell us
about the Samras.

- Good, hard-working people.
Two beautiful girls.

What happened,
I'm sick over it.

- Oh, we are too.
Believe me.

- So, as far as you know,
there was nothing...

unusual going on
over there?

- "Unusual"?
You mean--

are they terrorists?

- Listen, all right?
I got two raped,

and a dead 18-year-old.
So we need to rule out

certain things.
Like, were they involved

in any kind of
criminal activity?

Drugs, gambling--

I didn't say anything
about being a terrorist.

- I'm so sick of all
the harassment and fighting.

Everyone--
even the Hispanics hate us now.

They blame us
for the raids, the deportations:

"If it weren't
for ISIS or 9/11,

none of this
would be happening."

Like it's our fault these people
don't have papers.

- Did the Samras ever say

anything about
being harassed

because they were Muslim?

- About a month ago,
their front windows got broken.

Someone did some graffiti
on the door:

"Go home, Muslims."

- They know who
they were?

Maybe they called
the cops?

- They didn't call anyone.
Too scared.

They replaced the windows,
scrubbed off the graffiti.

Maya said,
"I want to stay focused

on the good in people."
Now look where she is.

- Thank you, sir.

- It was after 10.

I was locking up
for the night.

There was
a very loud banging.

I thought maybe
a customer forgot something,

so I-I...

[sobs, sniffles]

No.

I opened the door.

I don't know why
I opened the door.

- Mrs. Samra,
you couldn't have known.

- [sighs]

Three men in ski masks--
they pushed in.

They had guns.

They were shouting,
"Where are your papers?

We demand to see
your papers."

Then they ripped off
our hijabs.

- What about their voices?

Did they have accents?

- No.

They sounded like
New Yorkers--

young, white,
I think.

- Then what happened next?

- They forced me, Kanann,
and the girls...

[sniffles]
Into the kitchen.

They tied us up and
they started breaking things.

Kanann was trying
to get free.

[inhales deeply]
They started kicking him.

[exhales deeply]
Then they stabbed him.

- Okay.
Was there anything

that they said...

that you remember
specifically?

- They wanted money.

One said...

"The girl is cute."

[solemn music]

♪

They were talking
about Shala.

And then Lela.

I shut my eyes, but...

♪

I could hear the sounds.

♪

And then it was quiet.

- I'm so sorry, I...

♪

I can't imagine.

- I was helpless...

in my own restaurant...

while my two daughters...
[sighs]

Um...

♪

When they left,
I broke free.

♪

I saw that Shala was dead.

♪

- [quietly]
Okay.

Why don't we
take a break?

Can I get you some water--

- One of them didn't yell.

He whispered.

- Okay.
That's helpful.

Do you remember
what he whispered?

[footsteps approach]

- Sorry to interrupt, but
I need to speak with Mrs. Samra.

- Is it Lela?

Is she okay?
- She's okay.

It's, um...

it's your husband.

♪

- So, they killed my sister...

and my father?

- I am so sorry.

- [inhales shakily]
So what do I do now?

- Um...

You...tell me
what you can recall.

The men's faces--
do you remember?

- The one who--
who, uh...

raped me...

I could smell tequila and beer
on his breath.

I wanted to gag.

- I know
this is difficult.

- [straining]
I'm just trying to process

all of this.

My fiancé, Sayid--

he flew home to Damascus
in December.

His father is sick.
He...

he's been trying
to come back,

but he can't...
even though

he has
his green card.

- Have you spoken
with him yet?

I can help you
do that.

- He's more conservative
than I am.

♪

[inhales]
I need to speak to my Imam...

♪

To figure out how to
explain to Sayid

what happened to me.

♪

- Okay.

- Hi.
What do you got?

- Maybe something,
maybe nothing.

CSU says there's
three male footprints

headed out the front door.
- It's consistent with

the mother's story.
- But there's more.

Responding officers found
this back door

unlocked and ajar, but the perps
came in the front door.

- Right.
- All right, check this out.

CSU found this fourth footprint,
fresh from last night--

heading out
the back door.

That's kinda strange,
right?

- Maybe the perps
were looking for an exit.

- Nah.
That print doesn't match

any of the perps'
or Mr. Samra's.

- You're saying
someone else was here

during the commission
of the crime?

- Looks like it.

- And they just
disappeared into the night?

So we're looking
for a ghost.

- Ghost with
a size-ten shoe.

[dark music]

- A size-ten male shoe
ain't much to go on.

Not when the city's
about to implode.

- What about the rape kit?
- No skin cells,

no DNA, no semen.
- And nothing

at the crime scene?
- CSU's still working on it,

but it is a busy restaurant.
There's saliva and fingerprints

all over the place.
- What about this Aryan Nation

thing I saw on the news?
- We're workin' on it.

Right now, it's just talk--
violent, racist gang trying to

take credit for
a gruesome hate crime.

It's standard
operating procedure.

- We got a hit
on the tip line.

- Another wacko
trying to take credit?

- No, a couple
from the neighborhood

out walking their dog.
They think they saw something

that might be helpful.
- Good.

Bring 'em in here now.

- Hi, thanks for coming in.

You said you had seen something.

- Yeah, we were
walking our dog,

Feliz, and we
saw this man

just run out of the back alley
of that restaurant.

- It was at
about 10:45 or so.

- You're sure about that?

- Yes.
- The guy--

who ran out into
the alleyway--

what'd he look like?
- He was white.

Dark haired.
- He could've been Arab.

Right?
Or Hispanic.

Or a dark-haired
Wasp from Greenwich.

I have no idea.
- How tall was he?

- Medium height.
Like 5'10", 5'11".

Thin.
- Young, old?

- He was young--20s.

But it was dark.
- Okay, well,

do you recall anything else?
Clothing?

A limp?
Blood?

Anything?
- He was running like hell.

That's what I noticed.

And, to be honest,
we didn't think much of it

at the time, but--
- When we found out

what happened
at the restaurant,

we knew we had to
come forward.

- Thank you guys very much.
- What's happening

in this country is insane.
I mean, this is America, right?

- Thanks for coming in.
Thank you.

- So three men enter
the front door.

- And a fourth--who, apparently,
no one ever saw--

runs out the back door
and leaves a bloody footprint.

- Now, the question is:
did he come with the perps?

Or was he a innocent bystander,
like a waiter

who left a phone and came back?
- Maya said that

they were heading home,
so the staff had already left

by the time
the three perps showed up.

So the back door
was most likely locked.

Let's just assume,
for a moment,

that our mystery man
didn't show up with the perps,

and is
an innocent bystander.

That means he not only
left through the back door,

but he also entered
through the back door.

- Which means he had
to have a key.

- Exactly.
- So what are you waiting for?

Call the family and
see who else

had a key
to the restaurant.

- Someone else was there?

- Yeah, we found
a footprint of a man, size 10.

It doesn't match
the shoeprint

of the other men
we knew were there.

- Maybe it's old.
- We don't think so,

because the impression
was made in blood.

Which means that it's fresh.

And we also have
two eye-witnesses

who saw a man
running out the back.

- Yeah, that back door
was left ajar and unlocked,

so we know
no one broke in.

- Who has the key
to the back door?

- Uh, me, Kanann,
the girls.

- And Yusef.

- Who's Yusef?

- Yusef is my brother, but...

Lela is mistaken.
He doesn't have a key.

Not anymore.
He used to have one

when he worked for us,
but last month--

- We need to know who did this.
- I will do the talking

for this family,
do you understand me?

- Maya, Lela.

We're all
on the same team here.

So we just need you
to talk to us

and tell us the truth.

[tense music]

Does Yusef have a key
to the back door?

- Yusef is not involved.

- Okay.

Is Yusef mid-20s,
thin, with dark hair?

♪

- Yes.
Yes.

I'm sorry, but we need
to know what happened.

- I need his address.

- Please,
do not arrest him.

- I need his address now.

♪

NYPD!

Yusef Massad,
we need to talk.

- What's going on?
Why all the yelling?

- We need to talk to
Yusef Massad.

- He's not here.
- Mind if we look around?

- You can't just walk
into my apartment--

- Sure we can.

- This is harassment.
- Where's Yusef?

- I look like
his mama to you?

- Two people are dead.
Where is he?

♪

[furniture drags
across floor]

- Fin.
[grunting]

[door banging]

♪

[groans]

He's gone.
He's runnin'!

- Suspect's on the move,

headed toward Jerome Avenue.

- [panting]

[suspenseful music]

[siren wailing]
- [grunts]

♪

- Freeze!

On your knees!

Hands behind your head.

You speak English?
Hands behind your head.

- Your name
Yusef Massad?

- Yes.
- We need to talk to you.

About what happened
at your sister's restaurant.

- I-I don't know anything
about that.

- Then why the hell
were you running?

- Because I'm afraid.
- Of what?

- Being deported.
I...

I don't have documents.

I'm here illegally,
and I'm--uh...

♪

- You're what?

- I'm gay.

If I get sent back
to a refugee camp,

they will kill me.

♪

- Yusef, we're just trying
to understand what happened

at your sister's restaurant.

Nothin'.

- Shala was raped
and killed.

Your brother-in-law
was beaten to death,

and Lela--
- I know what happened.

I was there.
I saw it with my own eyes.

I wanted to do something.

I swear.
But I...

I was afraid.

I loved Shala and Kanann.

They're my family.
I let them down.

I tried to text 911,
but...nothing happened.

I heard the sirens,
so I ran.

- Did you know
the other men?

- You think I was with them?

You think I-I wanted
this to happen?

- We have to ask.

- Of course I wasn't with them.

- Okay, good.

- So, Yusef,
why were you there?

- To do my chores.

To collect the trash.
To clean the kitchen.

I wasn't supposed to be there.

I usually do that
in the morning,

but I had plans Saturday.
- What time did you

get to the restaurant?

- Around 10:30.

- And you came
in the back door?

- Yes.
I heard all this screaming.

I thought someone had
broken in, and then...

I saw the men
with the masks.

So I...

I hid.

[dark music]

♪

I should have
grabbed a knife.

- Yusef, what did you see?

♪

- Three men.

♪

And they were doing...
horrible things to my nieces.

- All three of them?

- No.

Just two.

The other man
was just standing there.

I saw his face.
He took his mask off

for a few seconds.
- You saw his face?

- Yes.

I think he used to work
for the restaurant.

- Finally, a lead.

- If you believe
what he's saying.

- You don't?
- The guy hid in a closet

and watched his whole family
get terrorized,

and never called his sister?
- He was frightened.

- Then why not say something
when it was all over?

- One, he's ashamed.
Two...

he's an undocumented,
gay Muslim.

In his mind?
He reports this crime,

he's on the next plane
to Syria.

- Yusef.
I heard you arrested Yusef.

- Maya.
He's here,

but he's not
been arrested.

- Please,
don't call Immigration.

- No, of course.
Listen to me.

Our only concern is--
is finding the men

who hurt your family.

- [breathing heavily]
So he's not in trouble?

- No.

- What did he say?
Was he even there?

- Yeah, he was there.

And he saw
everything that happened.

- And he recognized
one of the men.

He thinks he worked
at your restaurant.

[solemn music]

[door opens]

♪

- Why didn't you call me

to tell me
you were there?

- I'm sorry.
I just...

I couldn't get myself
to admit that...

I didn't do anything.
That...

I'm so weak.
- No.

- Please...
please forgive me.

♪

- You are my brother.
I love you.

And I need you...
[sniffles]

More than ever.

- Yusef,
you said that the man

who took off his mask
may have worked

for the restaurant.
- Yes.

He--he looked familiar.

I've seen him before,
somewhere.

- Did you have any trouble,
Maya, with your employees?

Or former employees?

- No one in particular.

But it's been hard.
We had to fire

a lot of our help...

because they
were undocumented.

If we got raided,
they would fine us.

They would shut us down.
We didn't have a choice.

- Can you give us a list
of anyone you let go?

- Yes, of course.
- And also,

is there a possibility
that there's a group photo?

Maybe of like a...
a party at the restaurant?

Something that Yusef could use
to ID the man he saw?

- Uh, yes.

A couple of months ago,

we had a party
for Shala...

[voice breaking]
When she got accepted

to Columbia.
Everyone was there.

Friends, family, employees.

It--it was wonderful.
[sniffles]

♪

- Okay.
Do you recognize anyone?

♪

- Yeah.

That's him.

Right there.

- Hector?

No, that's not possible.
- Is he one of the employees

you let go?

- Three weeks ago,
but--we treated him

like family.
He...

♪

How could he do this?

- Do you know
where he lives?

♪

[knocking]

- Hector Ramirez, NYPD.
- Open up.

[latch clatters]
- Yes?

- Go.

- [grunts]
- [screams]

Wait, don't touch me.
- Go, go this way.

- Oh, my kids...
- Ma'am? Ma'am!

- [shouting in Spanish]
- Back off! Back off!

- Wait, don't touch my--
- Come here, come here.

Come here--
in the kitchen--

- [shouts, pants]
It's okay.

It's okay.
- [shouting in Spanish]

- Is your dad here?
- Don't touch my kids!

- All right,
stay with them.

- What is he doing?
- You calm yourself down.

Calm yourself down.
Now, where is your husband?

- I don't--
- Where is Hector?

- I don't know.

- When's the last time
you spoke with him?

[shouting]
When?

Last night?
Today?

- I don't--I don't know.

- Where's he staying?

- It's clear.

- It's like I said,
he's not here.

- You know what--we think
he is involved with something

very serious, you understand me?
- Where is he, Soledad?

- He didn't do anything wrong.
This is a mistake.

- All right, then tell us where
he is, and we'll sort this out.

- I told you, I don't know.
- You can either tell us

here, or we can take you
down to the station

and you can tell us there.

- I can't leave my kids.

- Oh, no, don't worry.
We'll call social services.

They'll take
good care of 'em.

- So--social services?

♪

- I'm telling you
how it is.

♪

- He's working at
a new restaurant.

On 125th.
Leo's.

♪

- Hey, you stay with her.

Make sure
she doesn't contact him.

♪

- NYPD--we're looking
for Hector Ramirez.

Hey, no, no, no--
don't go anywhere, all right?

Hector Ramirez.
We're not Immigration.

- Everybody stay put.
- What's goin' on?

You're scaring the hell
outta my customers.

- Where's Hector Ramirez?
- Hector?

Look, he told me
he had papers--

- No, we're not here about that.

Where is he?
- We need to find him now.

Where is he?
- Let's go.

- The kitchen.

[suspenseful music]

- Hector Ramirez.

Hector Ramirez?

I need to talk to you,
all right?

- ¿Qué?

- [grunting]

- No!
Mira, ¿qué es esto?

¿Qué está pasando aquí?
- We're gonna talk

about what you did
to the Samras.

- Oh, no--no comprendo,
no comprendo.

No, no soy el hombre!
No hice nada!

- No hice nada.
No soy el hombre.

- Sit down.

- Where were you
Friday night, Hector?

- No comprende.

- Yes, you do, Hector.
Yes, you do.

- Hector, look at me.
Look at me.

You want a drink
of water?

- Okay, so you do
understand English.

- Sure he does.

- It wasn't me.
I swear.

- Okay.
Ready to answer some questions?

- Yes.

- Okay, I'm gonna make this
real simple for you.

All you have to do
is say yes or no.

You worked at
the Samras' restaurant?

- Yes.

- They fired you?

- Yes.
- You were angry?

- Yes or no, Hector.

- Yes.
They still owe me some money.

- Okay, so you went
back there on Friday night

with your two friends,
and you got some revenge,

didn't you?
- Listen close, Hector.

We have a witness--
saw you take your ski mask off.

[tense music]

- They saw you, Hector.
That's game over.

♪

Yeah, it is.
But listen.

I'll tell you what.

We think that one of the guys
just watched--

he didn't rape anybody,
he didn't kill anybody.

Now, maybe that guy
was you.

So, what I'm saying is,
if you come clean--

you tell us who
the other two guys were--

you might be able to cut
yourself a deal right now.

- I would never hurt the Samras.

I like them.

- Well, it's a hell of a way
to show it.

- Look, they're good people.

- Good people you
raped and murdered.

- I didn't kill anybody.
Or rape anyone--

I swear to God,
on my children.

- Hey, listen.
I believe you.

You seem like
a good person.

So maybe you did
go back there

because they owed you
some money.

So let's go back.
Take it slow.

Tell me everything
that happened on Friday night--

in your own words.
[knocking]

- Interrogation's over.
- What?

- His lawyer's here.

- I don't have a lawyer.

- You do now.

♪

- Naomi Ziegler.
I'm an attorney

with the Immigration
Defense Project.

- Uh-huh.
- I'll be representing

Hector Ramirez.
- Well, you got here quickly,

Ms. Ziegler.
- Desperate times.

Can I ask on what grounds
you're detaining my client?

- Your new client has been ID'd
as being on the scene

of the Samra
double homicide.

- Has he been read his rights?
- Of course.

- Have you arrested him?
- Not yet.

But we have probable cause
to believe that Mr. Ramirez

is involved
in a hate crime.

- He's done talking.
No more questions,

and I want to meet
with him now.

- Right this way.

- Somebody from the bust
must've tipped her off.

- Well,
these immigration lawyers are

popping out of the woodwork.
- With all these raids

taking place--
or rumored to be

taking place--
you can't blame 'em.

- It's actually a good thing.
It protects us

in court
down the road.

- Let's get this Yusef fella
in and make a formal ID.

- Yeah.

- Hey, thank you
so much for coming.

- So, like I said on the phone,
we need Yusef

to officially identify
Hector Ramirez

in a lineup.
- Okay, okay.

But this is what we need:

a guarantee that Yusef
can stay here,

in the United States;
and that no one find out

about his illegal status
during this entire process.

- They won't.
Not from us.

- Because if
he is deported,

you know we will never
see him again,

and I could not bear that.

Lela would be devastated.

Yusef and her are so close.

- How is Lela?
Did her fiancé

make it back from Syria?
- He got a flight

to New York last night.
Finally.

- That's good to hear.

- She doesn't even want
to talk to him.

She's not herself.
- That's normal.

After what she went through...
it'll take some time.

- So, you see,
this is why we need Yusef

here, close to us.
- And we understand

why you're nervous,
but you are gonna be fine.

And Yusef is gonna
be fine, okay?

New York is a sanctuary city.

- So no one will know
I don't have papers?

- That is correct.

We're on your side.
I promise.

- Thank you.

Thank you.

- Would you come this way?

[blinds click]

- Take your time.

- I don't need to.
It's number four.

- I'm very sorry
for what happened

to your family, but are you

absolutely certain that's--
- Stop.

It's not the time or place.
- Of course.

Fine.

- So we're done here.

[knocking]

- Let me talk
to Hector again.

- We need to process him--
- Maybe there's a deal

to be had.
- Unless he coughs up

the other two perps,
there's nothing to discuss.

- Good work, Yusef.
- Uh-huh.

What happens now?
- We arrest Hector,

then we charge him.
- Oh, I mean for me.

What do I need to do?
- You need to testify

in front of a grand jury
so we can formally indict him.

- Okay.
- We can put you

in protective custody.
- No, I'll be fine.

- Just don't leave
the city.

- Let's give him
a protective detail, 24/7.

- I'd feel even better
if it was a detective.

- Carisi.

Will you take
Mr. Massad home--

and stay with him
until we call him

for the grand jury tomorrow?
- Yeah, no problem.

- I don't need a babysitter.

- It's better this way.

- Come on.
Let's go.

- Hey, talk to
Hector's lawyer again.

See if she's convinced him
to make a deal.

- Like I keep saying,
I wasn't there.

- We have a witness
that ID'd you,

swears he saw you there.
Picked you out of

that lineup
in two seconds flat.

- And we're gonna find
your footprints,

your fingerprints, and your DNA
all over that kitchen.

- He used to work there.

- [scoffs softly]

Hector...we don't think

that you meant
to hurt the Samras.

- Everybody we talked to
says you're a stand-up guy.

Good husband.
Good father.

- So be smart.
Do the right thing.

Just tell us.

Who raped Lela?

Who raped and killed Shala?

Who kicked Kanann
in the head,

and then stabbed him
in the stomach?

[dark music]

- If you don't talk,
you're going down

for this whole thing,
bro.

That's life in prison,
no parole.

- I wasn't...there.

- Where were you?
- At home.

With my wife, Soledad.
- With your wife, huh?

- That's what
my client maintains,

and his wife
will back up his story.

- Sure she will.

- No more questions.

- That's his right.

You're under arrest
for rape and murder.

♪

With a hate-crime
enhancement.

- Stand up.

[handcuffs clicking]

Come on.

♪

- So the immigration lawyer's
playing a game

of liars' poker.
- She's pretty damn good, too.

- Other than Yusef
putting Hector at the scene,

what other evidence
do we have?

- No forensics--yet.

- He claims he was home
with his wife.

- And she's backin'
him up too.

- In the meantime,
we are looking for video

around Hector's apartment,
going through

his phone records,
social media--

looking for anything
to blow up his story.

- What about
the other two perps?

- We're talking to
everybody that Hector knows,

trying to shake something loose.

You ask me, it's just
a matter of time.

I mean, these are not
sophisticated criminals.

It does not feel like
an organized,

anti-Muslim conspiracy here.
- Okay.

In the meantime,
we need to arraign Hector,

show the Muslim community
that we're making some progress.

- Thank you.
Looks good.

- I like your skirt,
but...

- But what?

- Nothing.

It's very fashionable.

I need some cigarettes.

- You shouldn't smoke.
- [laughs]

I shouldn't be
attracted to men.

Either way,
I'm going to the bodega.

- I'm comin' with you.

Hey, Yusef--
if you don't mind me asking,

what was the deal
with that skirt?

With Lela?

[protesters shouting]

- Muslims believe that
modesty, that um...

hiding the skin and the shape
of the body is important.

It protects women
from unwanted sexual advances.

- Right.

[protestors shouting]

- Everyone is so angry.
- I get it.

- No, you don't.

People think we are terrorists.

Like we are all the same.
- Most of us know better.

- I...don't think so.

But this protesting--

what do people think
will happen?

Things will change?
No.

The world doesn't change--
people don't change.

- Yeah, see,
I don't believe that.

People uniting, making
their voices heard, refusing

to be oppressed--that's what
this country's all about.

I mean, that's why
you came here, right?

- I came here because
I like being alive.

[protestors shouting]

[tires screech]

[dramatic music]

Oh, no.
No!

- Whoa, hey--
Yusef, what are you doing--

- [grunts]
- I need to see some ID.

- I wasn't doing anything.
- Okay, listen,

I'm Detective Carisi,
Manhattan SVU.

This man is a material witness
for the NYPD.

- We still need
to see his documentation.

- I understand that, just--
just gimme a sec.

- You have paperwork?
An ID?

- As a courtesy,
gimme a second

to get our DA on
the line.

- Last chance.
Yes or no?

- Don't say anything.
- That's it.

You're comin' with us.
- Hey,

what the hell
are you doing?

I just told you, I'm NYPD.

He's a material witness
for a double homicide!

all:
No more hate! No more hate!

- Yusef!
- Back up.

- Yusef, don't say anything.

You ask for a lawyer,
all right?

- You promised me!

- I'll be there
as soon as I can.

Where the hell
are you taking him?

♪

- One of the suspects
in the Samra double murder,

double rape case
has been arraigned

and is being held
without bail.

There's nothing more
to say at this time.

[reporters chatter]

- No comment.

No comment.

- No comment?
- Arraigning a Mexican illegal

is not necessarily the business
we wanna be in right now.

Looks like we're making
this kid a scapegoat--

supporting that crazy talk
down in DC.

- Wait, so if it was a white guy
with scary tattoos?

- Better narrative.

[phone buzzing]
It's been bad since

the election,
but these ICE raids

are just makin' it worse.

- Hey, Carisi.

What?

When?

Okay.
Okay, I'll meet you there.

Yusef just got caught up
in a protest.

ICE snatched him up
15 minutes ago.

- Where'd they take him?
- I don't know.

I'm meeting Carisi
at the Field Office.

- All right,
I'll get you a warrant.

- And let me know
if you hear anything.

Yeah.

- Here he is.
- What can I help you with?

- We're looking for
Yusef Massad.

He's a material witness
in a pending

double homicide investigation.

- Do you have a warrant?
- We're in the process

of getting one, yeah.
- Well, when you get one,

you can come back.
- We need to find him right now.

Okay? He's supposed
to testify in front of

the grand jury
tomorrow morning.

- That's not really our concern.

- Okay,
where's your boss?

- Excuse me?

- Go get your boss.
Now.

Look, I realize you're young

and you're trying
to do your job,

but I'm warning you:

I've been doing my job
a long time,

and I got a lot of friends.

- Are you threatening me?

- Yep.
Okay, thanks.

Okay, we're on it.
You should hear back soon.

Hopefully.
- I-I don't understand.

Why is this so complicated?
His name is Yusef Massad,

and he was picked up
an hour ago.

- It's a mess.
That's why.

We don't have enough cells
for all these guys.

We're putting them
in jails, prisons,

army barracks...
any place we can find.

Not exactly a well-oiled
machine at the moment.

- This is absurd.
New York is a sanctuary city.

You're not supposed to be
rounding up immigrants.

- Of course we are.
That's our job:

to round up
illegal immigrants.

Not our fault NYPD thinks
it's above federal law--

- This is a double rape,
double homicide,

so I'm pretty sure that
Yusef is more valuable here,

testifying, than he is
in a refugee camp in Syria.

- That is why
I'm trying to help.

- Okay, when you grab somebody,
what happens next?

What is the process?
- It depends

on who does the grabbing
and who does the processing.

Like I said,
it's a mess right now.

[computer pings]
- [sighs]

- Okay,
we got some good news.

We found your guy--
he is being held

in Paterson, New Jersey.

We got some bad news, too.
It looks like he was

deported previously
for overstaying a student visa.

- Okay, what does that mean?
What are you saying?

- Get to Paterson as fast
as you possibly can--

with a mat-wit warrant
in your hand.

- This is a state court warrant.

- Because it's
a state court case.

- I understand, but that

doesn't give you
jurisdiction over Mr. Massad.

- Mr. Massad is
a material witness

in a double rape,
double homicide case

that has been
on the front page

of every newspaper
in this country

for the past week.
- Irrelevant.

- Is he here or not?
- No.

- Where is he?
- Mr. Massad

is a national security threat.
- You've gotta be kidding me.

- And he's being deported
to Syria.

- Okay, so he's being deported.
So he's still here.

- Where is he? What airport?
- I can't disclose

that information.
- Listen, two people

were killed,
and you're deporting

the one person that can
ID the men that did this?

- I don't wanna get
into politics,

so I think it's time
for y'all to leave

before things
get unpleasant.

- No, no, they already
are unpleasant.

- I agree.
Now get the hell outta here.

- Or what?
You're gonna deport me to Cuba?

You gonna take him to Italy?
- Okay, listen--believe it

or not, we're all
on the same side here.

- Y'all have a nice day.
- Okay.

Okay, let's get people
at JFK and at Newark,

and have somebody check
every flight heading to Syria.

- The plane left
ten minutes ago.

- What?
- Sorry.

- Sorry?

- I got bosses--
just like you.

- [sighs]

[dark music]

- They really
deported dude?

- He's over the Atlantic
as we speak.

- So what's that,
payback for us not giving

the case to the FBI?
- Who knows?

With everything that's
going on, they might've

deported him anyway.
- Please tell me we have

more evidence.
- Well, CSU did find

a couple strands
of Hector's hair

at the scene.
- He worked there for months.

He was let go three weeks ago.
It's gonna be easy

to explain that away.
- But three weeks

is a long time--they
obviously clean the place.

It's got an A rating.
- I understand, Carisi,

but no jury's gonna convict
based on two strands of hair.

- What about Yusef's ID?
It was an official lineup.

The defense attorney
was there.

- Without Yusef,
it's meaningless.

We have to indict soon.

- I know, I get it.

♪

What are you gonna do?

♪

- Pursuant to Rule 180.80
of the Criminal Code,

the people have just released
Hector Ramirez.

He is still the prime suspect
in this case,

and we expect to formally indict
him in the near future.

[crowd clamoring]

- Two rapes, two murders...
- And he gets to walk

out of here like
nothing ever happened.

- Well, he won't
be free for long.

[crowd clamoring]

- Down there.

♪

[glass shatters]

- [gasps]

- It's going down.

[indistinct shouting]

- [sighs]

♪

- Go back where you came from!
All of you!

[crowd clamoring]

[dramatic music]

♪

[wolf howls]