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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.

We need to talk.

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

You did the other night.

You are married.

- How's Mom? - We've been looking at

long-term care facilities for Mom.

You OK?

Officer Bashir is with the Hate Crimes Unit.

It wasn't a hate crime.

It was an assassination.

A high-caliber round.

Now they're trying to cover up their tracks.

Well, looks like we found our bomber.

We found one, we'll find the other.

Something I could get you?

My friend Liam says you have the best party favors.

I'm sure I have exactly what you're looking for.

Watch the counter for me.

Follow me.

Beautiful, isn't it?

It is.

Built on an AKM receiver?

Yes.

Not available in the States, obviously,

but offers the same caliber as the Dragunov

and a range up to a thousand meters.

Longer, with smaller grain ammo.

You have cartridges in stock?

We don't sell bullets.

Nothing that leaves my shop can be used to kill

in their present condition.

Need a 9-millimeter.

SIG Sauer.

CZ.

Glock.

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Papa! Papa!

- Papa! - Karim!

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Hello there.

Well, you look like hell.

I almost got blown up last night.

What's your excuse?

- Oh, now stop it, you two. - OK.

Come on, honey, just sit down.

I can't. I got to get to the office.

You're just like your father.

The two of you never take any time for yourselves.

Even Batman sleeps.

Not enough.

When's the last time you talked to Sharon and Dee?

Mm, been a while.

Well, they want to know how bad it's gotten with Mom.

Joe Jr. too.

You're in touch, right?

Well, kind of difficult seeing how he's still overseas.

He's in New York. Been here for months.

He got discharged.

Not a story for me to tell.

I'm surprised you haven't connected.

Yeah, me too.

So...

so I was thinking about having a big dinner, invite everyone.

I'll cook. You don't have to do anything,

just show up to your house.

It'll be easy.

You want it here?

Well, I can't have it in my hotel room.

What's the occasion?

I thought it'd be a nice send-off for Mom.

- Like a Last Supper? - Don't be an ass.

I meant before she goes to that place you found.

I didn't find the place.

She found the place.

She wants to go. I don't want her to go.

I don't want her to go either, I guess.

And I don't care who found it, but...

I don't want to have this discussion.

We're near the end. You know that, right?

When do you want... by the time you get into it...

- Bye, Ma, I love you. - By the time you want

to talk about it, it'll be too late!

I don't know what's worse,

nearly dying in an explosion or being called to the carpet

for almost dying in an explosion.

It's the second one.

You know, this reminds me of something.

When we got in that fight after Academy graduation.

Can't believe that was 15 years ago.

I can't believe we got away with just a slap on the wrist.

So, uh, how bad do you think?

Either we're off the case

or they force us to work together.

Mm. So lose-lose.

I think they just prefer if things stopped blowing up.

Yeah.

I guess we better play nice then.

I'll have my team process the warehouse.

And I know you're short a guy,

so I'm happy to lend you Officer Bashir in the interim.

I appreciate that.

Send them in.

So what we have is...

these guys that correlate to...

All right, body in the warehouse.

Belonged to Ahmad Mahmoud,

known explosives expert

that Interpol had their eyes on for quite a while.

They didn't pick him up?

No, they were nice enough to make him our problem.

Well, he's nobody's problem anymore.

Guess his partnership with the shooter was conditional.

Tying up loose ends.

Bomb maker, Asher Klein.

OK, so how do we know the imam wasn't a loose end?

Wh-what's that supposed to mean?

I'm just asking a question.

We're assuming he's a target in all this.

What if he was something they were trying to cover up?

He was murdered.

Yeah, but you don't know why.

Maybe this is the why.

It would answer a question that's been bothering me.

I mean, why blow up a mosque and draw all that attention

just to kill him?

Mugging gone wrong, hit and run.

There are simpler ways to kill a guy.

Unless there was something at the mosque

that they were trying to get rid of at the same time.

The bombing wasn't just to cover the kill,

but to dispose of evidence.

Evidence of the imam's involvement?

- Or how they're using him. - Hey, tell you what,

Sam and I will go, check out his office,

see if we didn't miss anything.

Sorry. Had an interview.

Yeah? Looking for a new gig?

No. On the "TODAY" show.

Don't let me interrupt.

We get anything from the warehouse?

Shaw's team is still processing it,

but we do have forensics back from that slug

you pulled from the mosque.

And?

Guns leave microscopic tracings on rounds

like ballistic fingerprints.

That we know.

What I've never seen before is this.

According to the markings, this particular gun

has had a hand in four different murders

over the last two years.

They have no markers in common.

They even have different calibers.

Kind of suggests different shooters.

- Rental maybe? - You can rent guns?

Oh, yeah. There's a big black market for weapons

you can't find in the States.

Guns for hire, literally.

Look, I got a CI that might be able to point us

in the right direction.

Great. You and Jet run down a lead.

Actually, um, there was another avenue

that I was thinking of pursuing first, if that's OK?

Vargas can handle that.

Jet.

- Are you OK? - Yeah.

Are you sure?

Because you haven't seemed OK

since you got back from Whelan's memorial in D.C.

Neither has Reyes.

Listen, these things happen.

No judgment here.

But when it starts to get in the way of work,

then it becomes my problem.

And I got enough problems.

You get me?

I got you.

Handle it.

Hey, what's going on with you?

This guy just waltzes in here

and you just hand him the keys.

Well, look, we're just torturing ourselves

letting that desk sit empty.

And, honestly, I blame myself

for letting it go on this long.

Not that easy for me to just let go.

You know, it's not just Jamie.

Right?

You're sleeping in your car, Bobby.

Not talking about this.

Well, I'm not blind and I know what's going on.

You know, don't drag Jet into your BS.

- It's not healthy for anyone. - Oh, OK.

And you would know all about that.

Right?

This is none of your business.

Stop making it my business.

Luis told me you could help with party favors.

Follow me.

Be careful.

M40's great, but I was thinking of something

a little more un-American.

Hécate?

- A Sako, maybe? - Hmm.

We don't sell bullets here.

Nothing leaves my shop that can be used to kill

in their present condition.

Incoming.

He's armed.

Understood.

How much is this?

Worth every penny.

Are we dealing or gossiping?

Your sponsor.

My son doesn't trust him.

I'm coming back there.

That'd be a mistake.

He's a criminal. I don't trust him either.

You're escalating. Just get out of there.

Go. Go. Go.

How you know him?

I met him while I was in the bing.

Hey, come on.

- Go. - OK.

My son doesn't like you.

And I don't like people wasting my time.

Am I wasting my time?

Guess we're done.

Drop it now.

Hands behind your back.

Turn around.

Reyes.

Bobby, stop!

Imam was old school.

Everything's paper.

Got anything?

Applications for refugee status,

flight manifests, real estate records.

Real estate?

Yeah, the charity didn't just fly refugees

out of Afghanistan.

It found them temporary housing.

Hmm.

Stacy, what... what's wrong?

- Uh, it could be nothing. - What? What is it?

One of my ESL students didn't show up today.

The school said his son is missing too.

He's never missed a day. No explanation.

What's the name?

Jamal. Jamal Karzai.

His son is Karim.

He's eight years old.

Flight manifests.

Yes, sir.

Ah, here he is.

So according to these, Jamal's made multiple trips

to and from Afghanistan in the last six weeks.

He went back?

How many times does a refugee have to escape?

Hello. We're looking for Jamal.

Um, over there.

I cannot help you. Sorry.

- She's scared. - Yeah.

But of what?

Wait, is that a stab wound?

I have no idea, but there are sutures.

They're torn open.

Central, we need an ambulance forthwith.

We got a male with severe lacerations to the stomach.

Man's burning up.

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Please. Please.

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What the hell is that?

Hurry.

Please.

I have to go.

- To go where? - They have him.

My son.

Karim.

They'll kill him.

He shot at us.

I'm talking about what happened after.

Jet was scared of you.

I'm taking you off the street.

Am I suspended?

Desk duty.

Until when?

Until we get you through this.

Stabler and I talked.

We think it's the best course of action.

Dr. Pearson...

schedule a time to sit down with him.

The department shrink?

My shrink.

I'd rather keep this off your record.

He's expecting your call, so call him today.

Understood?

He's in bad shape.

He's septic from the wound in his side.

His kidneys are shutting down.

- Can he speak? - He's heavily sedated

to give his body time to recover.

Obviously, we're doing everything we can.

Any idea what caused it?

Well, that's the interesting part.

There's scar tissue around the wound

as if it's been there a while.

It feels constructed.

I don't know how else to say it.

- So it's not an injury? - It's more like a pocket,

like you'd find on a pair of jeans.

And the sutures were recently opened, then sewn shut.

Probably the source of the infection.

I assume that he couldn't have done this to himself.

The pattern of the sutures,

it was definitely someone with medical training.

Hmm.

This was inside him?

Left behind.

Obviously, they missed it.

It's an emerald.

- How do you know? - Next to Colombia,

the emeralds of the Panjshir Valley of Afghanistan

have the highest clarity.

It's my birthstone.

OK. So this guy had a...

Pocket.

A pocket sewn into his side

used for transporting precious gems.

Smuggling ring using refugees as mules.

That's beyond gross.

And they were using the imam's refugee charity

in order to cover up their operation.

That's why they blew up the mosque to burn their paper trail.

So he was in on it?

- Not necessarily. - Yeah, it's a mess over there.

I mean, our pullout from Afghanistan was so rushed,

it didn't just allow the Taliban to regain power.

It gave rise to a bunch of smaller gangs

that wanted in on the action...

opium fields, mineral deposits, caches of weapons.

There's plenty to go around.

So one of these gangs saw an opportunity and took it?

Exactly, I just...

I think the imam found out what they were doing

and they killed him to cover it up.

Fits their MO.

Whoever they are, they've got the boy.

Probably using him as collateral against the father.

So we need to find out everything we can about Jamal Karzai.

OK, can you run one of your searches?

What's it called? both: Pattern of Life.

There was someone we met earlier today

I think we should talk to.

She was, uh, scared enough to know too much.

Get to it.

Yep.

Fatima?

We just want to talk.

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My brother, he...

died a few weeks ago.

He had the same thing.

Sepsis?

Did he have a wound in his side?

Yes.

The men, they... they came for his body.

Do you know who they are?

No. Maalek,

he never told me anything.

When he started working for them, he moved out.

Refused to talk.

He was trying to protect you.

He was so sick.

You know, one time I overheard him on the telephone.

He called their doctor, said he needed help.

But the doctor,

he wouldn't see him.

All right, well, do you remember the doctor's name?

We found two licensed medical practitioners

with the last name Ahmadzai.

Yeah, one's a surgical resident

at Brookside Hospital.

And the other operates a cash and gash

out of a building in Bushwick.

What the hell's a cash and gash?

That's just my name for it.

Plastic surgeon who works on the cheap.

Answers my next question.

Which of them to check out first?

That's the one.

I'm gonna need an address on the gasher.

Yep.

Good afternoon. I'd like to see Dr. Ahmadzai.

I'm afraid we don't do hair plugs.

Uh, why don't you just go get him?

Where's the kid? Where's Karim?

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

Oh, we know about Jamal.

We know you sewed him up.

I don't know anything about a kid, I swear.

All right.

Got you something.

Candy bar.

I'm starting to think

that you have a soft spot for that kid.

He's quiet.

I like quiet.

And I like getting what I pay for.

We have problem?

No problem.

No problem at all.

I told you, I don't know anything.

So I'll tell you what I know.

If Jamal Karzai dies,

that makes you an accessory to murder.

If that boy dies,

I'll personally make sure that you never see the light of day.

So...

it says you were born in Kabul?

- Yes. - Mm-hmm.

Were you there during the pullout?

No, but I still have family over there.

Oh, do you?

What do you think they would say

if they knew what you were doing?

You're Muslim, right?

- Yes. - Practicing?

Mm-hmm.

God does not judge you by the oaths you speak...

But by your intentions.

I thought you'd like to see a few of your victims.

This young woman had a restraining order against her ex.

He rented from you because he couldn't legally own a gun.

Because the courts knew he would do this.

This young man worked a fast food job to help his family.

He was killed in a botched robbery

by a parolee that couldn't even pass a background check.

But he could rent a gun from you.

Three more victims, all shot dead by the same gun.

I'm not responsible for these people.

- Or for my clients. - Cut the BS.

You know exactly what your clients do

once they leave your shop.

And you make a tidy profit off it, blood money.

So what if someone ran off with your investment?

You must have records, names, addresses, phone numbers.

Not for me to know.

They put a deposit down, they come back with the guns.

They always come back.

She can't help us.

Yeah, we should get her son down here to say goodbye.

We get nothing, we give nothing.

- Isn't our problem. - Yep.

Wait.

Where is my son?

They call themselves Al-Tamarud.

A man named Ghani is running things here in New York.

Where can I find him?

I don't know. I never met him.

Mm.

Where'd you meet Jamal?

I only see the couriers once they step off the plane.

And then what?

They make me do it right there,

no anesthesia.

I undo the sutures, remove what's inside.

Sometimes the pouch rips.

I do what I can with what I have.

I give them antibiotics, sew them back up,

then they put them back on a plane the next day.

The next day?

Yeah.

Son of a bitch, that's why Jamal said he had to go.

Nice pull, quoting the Quran.

You're the one who gave me the three choices.

That's the one I chose.

- What's up? - Maalek Abdullah.

Made six trips back and forth to Kabul

until the trips abruptly stopped.

Mm-hmm. When he got sick.

Then Jamal Karzai started going a week later.

These poor guys, they're expendable.

One dies, another takes over.

Jamal made three round trips

with another scheduled for tonight.

Well, if Jamal's a no-show at the airport,

then time is up for Karim.

And we still have no idea where to find this Ghani guy.

I remember him.

I remember all of them.

Him, I don't like.

Why?

Most of them,

they buy things from my shop.

This one,

he buys nothing,

only comes for the guns,

to cash out lottery tickets he doesn't even buy from me.

This man, he costs me money.

Lottery? You mean Powerball?

No. No.

Scratch-offs.

We don't have the tickets,

but we do have the dates the shooter was at the bodega.

You use the CCTV timestamp to pinpoint

when the scratch-offs were cashed in.

Then Vargas ran it through the Gaming Commission database

right back to when and where the tickets were purchased.

The when is around the same time every night.

Where?

Give me 30 on pump number one and five scratch-offs.

30 on one.

The scratch-offs, which ones?

Where's the lady who is usually here at night?

Joanne? Out sick.

Which ones?

Just a couple off the top.

Please.

Head's up. Unscheduled delivery.

Allow me.

- Hey! - Do not move!

Do not follow.

Police! Drop your gun!

Drop your gun!

Drop your gun now!

Back up!

Shots fired. Perp fled.

Gray sedan, headed north on Dowling.

Victim down. Send paramedics.

Forensics was able to pull a clean fingerprint off the drink can.

We ran a print and facial analysis

through all our databases.

Nothing turned up.

Interpol, on the other hand,

gave us a match.

He's got a different look now, but...

That's him.

You get a name?

Matthijs, Peter, André, and Johan,

all with the surname Van Der Meer.

So no one knows his true identity?

Just that he's a professional assassin

likely responsible for dozens of hits.

European law enforcement agencies

have had some close calls, but he's still on the loose.

Man's a ghost.

Dangerous ghost with the screws tightening.

All right. Gotta go. Thanks for the info.

- Just got off with the hospital. - Karzai?

Yeah, he's conscious, trying to check himself out.

OK, call them back. Tell them to stall.

- We're on our way. - OK.

The man, he had a gun.

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He was blindfolded.

Where'd they take him?

A building.

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A new building, unfinished.

Please, Karim.

We're doing everything we can, I promise you that.

But first, so what time did you get back to your place with your son?

They abducted Jamal and Karim

from the housing complex at 9:30.

He says it was about a 15-minute ride to the building.

That we can work with.

The concept of time is elastic

when someone's in a traumatic situation.

So, uh, start with the building address.

Estimate maybe 15 miles an hour with traffic

and a 20-minute drive.

That gives us...

A really big radius.

But now...

now we pull up any unoccupied buildings under construction.

How many does that leave us?

19.

Yeah, we can't send units to all of them.

What else can he give us?

Well, he was blindfolded.

He remembers being in an elevator.

So we know that the building had levels to it.

If he doesn't know what the area looks like,

maybe he can tell us what it sounds like.

He says he heard elevated car traffic.

A bridge?

Staying within our radius puts us by the waterfront.

Still leaves 12 buildings.

What else did he hear?

The hiss of hydraulics.

A bus maybe. Or a garbage truck.

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There were kids.

- School bus. - That narrows it down.

Cheering... he says he heard cheering and shouting.

- Concert maybe? - No.

There aren't any stadiums in the radius.

- The Hole. - The what?

It's a famous streetball court.

They got games there every day.

Down to four.

Any sign of life at those four buildings?

Running utilities analysis.

Water and electricity are shut off at all but one.

Usage compatible with human activity at a site in Brooklyn.

Send me an address. We're heading there now.

All right, you keep eyes on the building.

You, you're with me.

The operation is compromised.

It's over.

I want my money.

The job is not done.

They tracked you here.

Drop your gun!

Drop your gun now!

Don't.

Where's Ghani?

Ghani!

I just want Karim.

Police! Drop your gun.

Where's the boy?

Hey, Karim.

It's OK.

You're safe now.

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Stabler, drones just caught a figure moving on the roof.

Stay with him.

Huh.

Papa!

Karim!

You all right?

Yeah.

Thank you, Detective.

Case wouldn't have been broken without you and Sam.

Got a good gut.

You were right to trust it.

And trust you.

- Hey. - Hey.

I just, um...

I just wanted to say I'm sorry...

for a lot of things.

Me too.

I haven't been myself for a while.

So I'm...

talking to someone.

Good.

I was hoping you and I could start over.

As friends.

I'd like that.

Hey, Elliot!

Hey. So you got my message, huh?

Maybe you should respond next time, you know?

Like, a little thumbs up, OK.

Who's staying with Mom?

Kathleen, or, uh... help me out here, Maureen?

One of your damn kids.

Thought the brothers Stabler could use a break.

- Did you? - Well, I did.

Or were you thinking that this brother Stabler

needed a break?

Ooh, you got me, Detective.

- Yeah, I need a break. - Mm-hmm.

Forgot how hard it is to take care of someone

other than myself, right?

And I can barely do that.

You look a little bit less like hell.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

Batman get his guy?

- He did. - Ah, good.

Maybe now you get some damn sleep.

That should help you.

I got us a booth here in the back.

Who's the other beer for?

This crazy bastard.

Hm.

Long time no see, big bro.

Come here.

What the hell's the matter with you?

What?

How long you been in New York?

Uh, I don't know.

- I come and I go. - Uh-huh.

- Business, you know? - And you don't call?

You don't check in on Mom?

Is that it?

Is that what you do?

Please don't be mad at me.

No.

Please don't be mad at me.

I ought to kick your ass like I did when we were kids, huh?

You never kicked my ass when I was a kid.

I kicked your ass. OK.

All right. All right, enough.

You want me to take care of your leg work?

Whoa. Whoa.

Mom hits harder than that.

That was a good one, eh?

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