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In the nation's largest city,

the vicious and violent members of the underworld

are hunted by the detectives

of the Organized Crime Control Bureau.

These are their stories.

I thought we agreed

we weren't gonna do this again.

We did.

Artificially intelligent policing isn't the future.

It's already here.

He's integrating his system into ours.

- You don't have to like it. - Good, 'cause I don't.

I just refuse to be a burden.

We already discussed this. You're staying here with me.

I don't need you.

I need your brother.

Where is Randall?

In the name of God,

the most merciful,

the most compassionate.

Praise be to God.

Our Father who art...

who art... what's "who art" mean?

Our father who... damn!

What's going on? What's the matter?

Our father who art, what does "who art" mean?

- Who art... - In heaven.

Who art...

Oh, art in heaven.

Oh, of course.

Who art in heaven.

Hallowed be thy name.

The compassionate and merciful

King of the day of reckoning.

Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done on Earth as it is in heaven.

Guide us onto the right path,

the path of those you have blessed.

Give us this day...

Give us this day...

Our daily bread and forgive us...

You do it.

Our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.

Not of those against whom there is anger,

nor of those who are misguided.

And lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

Amen.

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Tensions run high as five are killed

in what authorities are calling a hate crime.

Authorities are believed to have a suspect in custody.

The mayor's office is holding a press conference shortly.

What do you want?

Yeah, hey.

It's been a long time.

Uh, yeah.

What do you want?

Uh, Mom wants to see you.

- Really? - Yeah.

Um, don't expect that she's gonna recognize you.

She's, you know, kinda in and out.

Right.

Ah, it just so happens I got some business

to attend to in the city.

I'll catch a plane.

When?

I'll let you know.

Morning.

- Hey. - Hey.

Hey.

Cold place to spend the night.

Is everything all right?

Yeah, yeah. You?

I meant at home.

I'm fine. We're good.

Looks like you're not the only one who didn't

make it home last night.

Hi, kids.

What are we doing?

Prepping for the 10:00 a.m. AI briefing.

AI, Artificial Intelligence.

Stabler.

Officer Bashir, this is Detective Stabler,

the man you came to see.

Sir, it's an honor.

At ease.

What can I do for you, Officer?

Officer Bashir is with the Hate Crimes unit.

You got your hands full this morning.

Unfortunately, I'm not on the mosque bombing case.

My CO assigned me to other duties.

Why is that?

She felt this one was too personal.

- Is it? - Couldn't be more.

My wife was in the building at the time.

Oh, my God, is she all right?

Luckily she was next door in our community center.

Stacy and I are members at the mosque.

He's convinced this attack wasn't a hate crime

but a cover up for a larger conspiracy.

A case for us... for you, in particular.

Well, what do you mean? Why for me?

Well, because, sir, you know the difference

between following the rules and doing the right thing, sir.

- Enough with the sirs. - Oh, sorry, sir.

Sorry, old habits die hard.

Officer, I need to know why you think this is a case

for us and not Hate Crimes.

Because of the victim who was targeted.

There were victims, plural.

Yes, we lost one sister and three brothers

- from our community. - So who was targeted?

Well, the fifth casualty.

Imam Kasi, our spiritual leader and my friend and mentor.

Why would he have been targeted?

I'm not sure.

But I know what I believe is right.

Not sure is not enough for me to poach

a case from Hate Crimes.

Who's your CO?

Captain Shah.

Naz Shah?

Yes, ma'am.

Sorry.

You know her?

Oh, yeah. Old frenemy.

Copy that.

So does Captain Shah wanna ask for our assistance?

- Absolutely not. - Mm.

That's what I thought.

Well, you have your answer.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

Thank you for your time.

Where'd you serve?

Afghanistan, two tours.

Helmand Province and then Kabul.

Tough.

It still is, sir.

That was odd.

Meaning what?

He's going out on a limb behind his CO's back,

risking his career based on nothing more than his feeling?

Yeah, well, odd or not, there's already

Hate Crimes, Homicide, Arson and Explosions,

and I heard the Feds are poking around down there.

So they don't need us.

Yeah.

Ready when you are.

There's an AI briefing.

Oh, good.

So as part of the mayor's Data-Driven Police Initiative...

- DDPI. - Right, the DDPI.

We are supposed to do what is delightfully called

Periodic Team Incident Reviews.

- PTIRs. - Okay.

Well, let's start with what we are calling

the Bobtail versus Pedestrian Modality.

Now, it's based on an incident that happened

during the Los Santos case.

The IRP analyzed all data from the incident,

including video footage, witness testimony, skid marks,

even the weather, and used it to create

an interactive 3D reenactment.

The point being to extrapolate

any other possible outcomes.

So what are your conclusions?

Watch this.

You see, we determined that there is

an 89% probability that all civilians

would have been clear of that truck's path

had no action been taken.

This is what you've been doing all night, this crap?

It's supposed to help.

Look, the thing you don't understand, Detective Reyes,

is that our brains, they are processing enormous amounts

of data about the world all around us

that we're not even aware of.

This is what we call instinct.

And it's useful.

But it is unreliable.

And most officers have a misguided faith

in their instincts.

Now, that is why data-driven policing is so important.

Let me just get this straight.

So your little AI is saying that if I had done nothing,

that truck would not have hit anyone

and Espinosa would not have shot Tweaker in the head.

Is that what you're telling me?

No, that's what the model is telling you.

- What are you doing? - Being unreliable.

Can I help you?

Yeah, I'm looking for Officer Bashir.

What do you want with Sam?

Just wanna talk. Are you Stacy?

- Yeah. - Hey, I'm Detective Stabler.

We spoke earlier, and he said that

- you were in there when... - Yeah, I was.

It was horrible.

I bet.

Are you two okay?

Yeah, Sam drove us to the hospital at 110.

I was in more danger on the way over

than during the explosion.

Hmm.

Sam's over there.

He's been fighting that spray paint for a while.

Thank you.

Officer Bashir.

I, uh, I thought your CO needed an invitation

for you to take this case.

No harm in listening.

Right, so as I said, I have no hard evidence.

But, you know, we hear things.

- There's chatter. - Mm-hmm.

Who's we?

Let's just say that I have a confidential informant.

It's someone with deep ties to this community.

Let's say that.

So this CI of yours, what have they heard?

Well, ever since the withdrawal...

From Afghanistan?

- Yeah. - Mm-hmm.

There's been talk about a new criminal element

infiltrating the community.

It's a gang with ties back to Kabul.

Taliban?

Maybe.

So why would this gang wanna kill your imam?

I have no idea.

Honestly, it's just a gut call.

Uh-huh.

What's wrong with the suspect

that Hate Crimes has in custody?

Asher Klein?

Look, he's just a kid.

He's had his share of trouble,

but I am telling you, I've known him for years.

His mom, she's a rabbi at the synagogue around the corner.

Well, your captain said that they found

bomb making material in his house.

I know, but I'm telling you, Asher Klein's no bomber.

Is that another gut call of yours?

Yeah.

Well, so much for listening.

I need to talk to Asher Klein.

All right.

I can vouch for you.

- Okay. - Let's go.

Sir, yes, sir.

I'm sorry, Sam, I'm done talking to the police.

I know that you're fed up, but trust me,

Detective Stabler is here to help.

Look, I tidy Asher's room after he leaves

for school every morning.

If there were explosives in his closet,

I would have seen them.

Any of his friends been in his room recently

or people that you didn't know in the house?

Asher doesn't have any friends.

His father died last year. It was very hard for him.

And ever since, he's just been more and more isolated.

I'm sorry.

Is there a housekeeper?

It's just us.

No one was in his bedroom until the cops came

and searched it this morning.

Well, now that he's out of ICU,

I'd like your permission to speak with him.

Look, I know my son is troubled.

But I am telling you, he is innocent.

Okay, you can talk to him.

Thank you.

It was a pay-and-spray.

So someone hired you to tag the mosque.

Happens all the time.

Sometimes it's a mural or ad, sometimes, um...

Hate speech?

Look, someone was gonna take the job.

I figured if I did, I could kinda minimize the damage.

- So who hired you? - I don't know.

Two guys came up to me at one of my reveals.

What's a reveal?

My street art, tagging, graffiti.

I got a lot of fans.

Those two showed up, told me where to tag, when to do it.

Hmm. Describe the two guys.

Foreigners, both of them.

Gotta give me a little more than that.

One was a tall blond guy, weird Europe accent.

One of the crazy ones, Dutch maybe?

And a darker-skinned guy with a beard.

- Where was the reveal? - I don't know.

I don't remember.

What do you mean you don't remember?

A brick wall in Queens, maybe?

I was pretty wasted at the time.

Were you wasted the night of the bombing?

No. And it was not a bombing.

I mean, it was, but...

What does that mean?

Well, I told the cops.

They didn't believe me.

You told them what?

The imam was shot.

You saw the imam get shot?

- I heard it. - Okay, hold on.

Tell me exactly what you heard.

I was finishing packing up my cans,

and I zip up my bag, I stand up.

And we lock eyes.

He must have been watching me for 30 seconds.

Before I could move, I hear this noise

from across the street.

It sounded like an AS Val

or VSS Vintorez Russian sniper rifle,

one with a internal suppressor.

How the hell do you know that?

Video games.

Right.

Please help me get out of here.

I didn't kill anybody.

I just did a really stupid thing.

I'm working on it.

Hey, what do you know about reveals?

You know, taggers, graffiti?

Aren't you a little old for that sort of thing?

Right. What have you heard about them?

Heard? I've had dozens of my own.

Very successful, I might add.

You ever get hired for a pay-and-spray?

- Wow, look at you. - That's right.

Look, there was a reveal in Queens a couple weeks back.

There's a tagger, Asher Klein.

Supposedly really popular?

I must have missed that one.

Oh, I guess you're too old for the scene now.

I'm looking for two guys.

They hired him to do a pay-and-spray.

- I'd like to get eyes on them. - I'll look into it.

Question, is this about the Hate Crimes case

we're not supposed to be on?

Answer, none of your business.

Doc?

You're gonna owe me more than a margarita for this one.

I'll throw in a jumbo combo meal.

Heard that one before.

This is Hate Crimes, isn't it?

Maybe.

Intriguingly vague.

Imam Kasi, 62 years of age, full thickness burns

over most of his body,

shredded by the bomb shrapnel...

And soft tissue damage

from the concussion blast.

Which of the injuries killed him?

Kathy was the target.

I never thought I'd put the word Stabler

and squeamish in the same sentence.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

That was convincing.

This look like a large caliber bullet wound to you?

You think this man was shot before the bomb went off?

I don't know. Do I?

Elliot, this was an improvised incendiary,

high yield, packed with nails and metal fragments.

Victim has dozens of impact wounds,

all of which are distorted by his burns.

Could one of them be a bullet?

Sure.

But unless you've got a casing or an intact slug,

I can't tell you that conclusively.

What's this for?

An apology.

I got your message, you know, after Kathy.

And I meant to reach out.

It meant a lot.

Thank you.

It's good to see you, too, Elliot.

He was like a father to me.

Taught me so much,

especially when I got back from my second tour.

I could barely handle what I saw.

And he just helped me make sense of it all.

If any of it makes any sense.

I hear you.

Imam introduced me to Stacy,

and that alone makes him a great man.

How tall was he, the imam?

Uh, a bit shorter than me. Why?

Come here.

Stand right there and as if you're looking at Asher

tagging the wall over there.

If it was a bullet wound...

I thought the ME said it was inconclusive.

Ah, it's just her way of saying get me more evidence.

Forensics was pretty thorough.

I'm sure they were,

but Forensics was looking for a firebombing,

not evidence of a shooting.

You got a knife?

Slug fragment.

It's a high caliber round.

Looks like you were right.

It wasn't a hate crime.

It was an assassination.

Sergeant Bell.

Is one of your detectives moonlighting on my case?

Hi, Naz. It's been a while.

It's Captain Shah.

I don't know what you're talking about, Captain.

Yes, you do.

You know exactly what I'm talking about.

An unauthorized OCCB detective

talked his way in to see my suspect.

You know as well as I do what a good defense lawyer

could make of that.

- I'll look into it. - You better.

I don't wanna have to take this to 1PP.

So how are you anyway, Ayanna?

Just great, Naz. We'll catch up later.

Stabler here?

He had to go to JFK to pick up his brother.

Stabler has a brother?

I know, right?

God, I hate this city.

So how's Mom?

Well, how do you think she is?

Well, if I knew, I wouldn't have asked.

Well, she thinks I'm you.

Oh, boy.

I bet that pisses you off something fierce, huh?

Enjoyed my weekend with Eli last month.

What do you mean?

I flew into Colorado and took him fishing in the mountains.

- He didn't tell you? - I...

I was on a job.

Of course you were.

Just like Dad.

Well, it was great.

And Eli loved it.

And his girlfriend, Becky? Mm.

Way out of his league. She's a keeper.

Take it you haven't had the pleasure.

No, I haven't had the pleasure.

It's a damn shame nobody ever taught that boy to fish.

Eli's got the knack.

Like you.

As a matter of fact, yeah.

Hmm.

Shlat. Shlot.

Shlat-makers? Slat.

Slap, slap, slap-makers.

Sloat-mockers.

Sloat-mock... mocker?

Sloot mookers.

Mookers.

It's "sloot-makers".

Actually, it's pronounced "sloat-mockers".

Ha! "Sloat-mockers". Bingo.

Give the boy a cigar.

Hey, can we talk?

No time.

You said we need to talk.

We do, just not right now.

Tonight?

I don't think that's such a good idea.

You did the other night.

Don't!

If we hadn't been in D.C. for Jamie's memorial,

this never would have happened.

You are married.

And I care too much about you to ruin your life.

"Sloot-mockers".

Okay, thanks, Jet.

Busy guy.

It's a big case.

Aren't they always with you?

So we've been looking at long-term

care facilities for Mom.

Your idea?

No, I'm against it, but she's insisting.

She doesn't wanna be a burden to anyone, according to her.

I can help pay.

Really?

Yeah, really.

Hmm.

My, uh...

My therapist suggested it.

Wow.

What's that supposed to mean?

I'm... glad you're in therapy.

Ah, go to hell.

This is it?

Yeah, you want me to walk you to the door?

Screw you.

Hi, Ma.

Been a long time.

Oh, uh...

it's been forever.

Come in. Come in.

Where have you been?

Florida, Ma, past 20 years.

Oh, yes, I remember.

How is Angela?

I always liked Angela.

She's... she's great.

She divorced me two years ago.

Oh, that's a shame.

I always liked Angela.

What did you do to her?

Didn't do anything, Ma.

Soon as the nest was empty, she, uh...

left me for a goddamn Pilates instructor.

Well, I don't blame her.

What are you talking about?

You and those girls, those nurses.

I couldn't believe you.

I was in the hospital,

and you're dilly dallying with the nurses.

That wasn't me.

That was Dad.

Oh.

Oh.

Well, you must have done something.

I... I miss Angela.

I always thought she was your better half.

Well, I miss her too.

And thanks, Ma.

You're welcome.

So what do you need me for?

Elliot said you needed me.

Why would he say that?

I don't know.

What you got to eat in here?

Oh.

Shh, shh.

Officer Bashir.

Come on in.

It's Sam, please.

Okay, Sam.

It's time I meet your CI.

My team has uncovered surveillance photos

of the two men who hired Asher Klein.

Shh.

Sorry.

May I?

Yeah, yeah.

Hi. Hi.

Okay, here.

Boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop.

After five kids, you gain a couple secrets.

Five?

One is overwhelming.

It gets easier.

- Really? - No.

So you with me?

Stacy.

Oh.

You... you told him?

No, he didn't, but, um...

This is an ATM security camera.

These are the two men who hired the boy

that tagged the mosque.

I need your help in trying to find them.

Officer, can you help me out, buddy?

- What's going on? - It's my car.

Complete piece of junk. I got a flat.

You got some tools?

- I'm on duty in five. - I'll do it in three.

Look, my wife will kill me if I'm home late again.

You know how it is.

All right, make it fast?

- Yeah. - Which tire?

Front left, again.

Hold this.

God bless you, Officer.

You're a lifesaver.

Hey. You're late.

I'm gonna have to report it when I put in for the overtime.

Sorry, they sent me to the wrong hospital.

Dispatch always effing that up.

Well, you're in luck.

Kid's fast asleep, so you should have

a quiet night ahead of you.

That works for me.

What are you doing?

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

We're waiting for the coroner's report,

which is currently underway.

Are you sure the suspect was the mosque bomber?

He remains our prime suspect,

and the investigation is ongoing despite his death.

We're certain we're on the right track.

No.

Excuse me, nurse, were you on the night shift?

No, I started at 6:00 a.m.

Do you know who found Asher Klein's body?

I did.

I got in, started my rounds, found he was unresponsive.

That's when I hit the code button.

Any signs of a struggle?

No, he looked fast asleep.

Security, let's find security.

What time is this?

Quarter past midnight.

What time does he leave?

Seven minutes later.

In and out. It's fast.

But enough time.

You've got cameras in the parking lot?

- Entrances and exits only. - All right, that'll be fine.

- I'll cue it up. - Right before midnight.

Wait, wait, stop.

Fast forward.

Fast forward. Fast forward.

Fast...

He never left.

Oh, he left, all right.

Either on foot or in another car.

Call the precinct.

See who's assigned this radio car.

Yes, Officer Bashir.

I got what appears to be an abandoned patrol car.

I need to see who signed it out last night, 5038.

Thank you.

Well, now you know what happened to the guard.

Ayanna.

I know you heard from downtown.

This is an OCCB case now.

And it's Sergeant Bell, by the way.

I thought we could work this together.

You thought wrong.

I'll let you know if and when we need anything.

God, that felt good.

So what have we got?

The vic was the night shift duty officer,

and whoever killed him used his uniform and shield

in order to gain access to Asher Klein's room.

And how do we know this?

Security cam footage.

The assailant fits the description

of one of the men who hired Asher to tag the mosque.

To make it look like a hate crime.

Now they're trying to cover up their tracks.

Asher claimed he heard the gunshot that killed the imam.

Sounds like this was done by a professional.

Question is, who hired him?

And why? What's up?

That was Stacy.

She's got something for us.

She's at Rabbi Klein's, sitting shiva.

All right, I'll let you know.

May the bringer of peace offer us peace

and to all the people of Israel.

- Amen. - Amen.

Come in.

The two men you were looking for?

- Mm-hmm. - They were seen at the mosque.

He met with Imam Kasi just days before the bombing.

Can you give me dates and times for that?

I think so.

You said you'd help him.

The two suspects both have cell phones with foreign IMEIs.

And before you even ask me what that stands for,

it's geek speak for International Mobile

Equipment Identity numbers.

Every cell phone in the world has one.

And both these numbers are registered

to an unnumbered shell company in Cyprus.

You said Cyprus?

Yeah, which, in the grand scheme of things,

is totally sus.

- So where are they? - Well, therein lies the rub.

The magic box.

We used it to look at the location

of all the phones that pinged within a one-block radius

of Asher Klein's tagger reveal in Queens,

and we did the same thing with the mosque.

Both phones pinged in both locations.

These are definitely our guys.

Great work. So where are they?

Slight problem: both phones are completely offline.

So you don't know where they are.

Well, not at the moment.

But both phones have only been used intermittently

since the night of the mosque bombing.

Okay.

Wait, that's interesting, if not fortuitous.

What?

One of the phones just came back online.

Can you get a location?

Patience.

Stay on. Just stay on the line.

Come on. Stay on.

Got him! Right there.

The phone's geolocated to a warehouse in South Queens.

ESU team's ready.

Your call.

You ready?

Yeah.

Go, go, go.

Police! Show us your hands!

Police! Hands!

Well, he's dead.

You two secure the building.

Oh, looks like we found our bomber too.

How much you wanna bet it was his partner

who slit his throat?

Officer Bashir.

We found one, we'll find the other.

Do your job.

Yes, sir.

Stabler, that phone is still pinging.

And that means what?

You all right?

Yeah.

- Huh? - Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

I'm good.

What are you doing out here?

Mom heard the car. She got worried.

It's 3:00 in the morning.

Yeah.

Jesus, what happened to you?

You look like crap, and you smell like a chimney.

Bad day at the office, dear.

Yeah, that wasn't funny when the old man said it, either.

- Well. - Come on, let's go inside.

I'm freezing.

Yeah.

Yeah.

You okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

How'd it go with Mom?

What am I, an eighth grade girl?

I babysat, FaceTimed my besties,

and complained about my braces.

I'm glad...

Were you about to say you're glad to see me?

No. No.

Mom's glad to see you.

Damn right she is. Come on.

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