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♪ Boom, boom, boom, gotta get
that boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ Gotta get that
boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ That boom, boom ♪

♪ Yo, I got that hit
that beat the block ♪

♪ You can get
that bass overload ♪

♪ I got that rock and roll,
that future flow ♪

♪ That digital spit,
next-level visual ♪

♪ I got that boom, boom, boom ♪

♪ How the beat bang? ♪

500.
Do I hear 520?

$520,000.

Do I hear 540?
Come on, ladies and gentlemen,

have you ever seen
anything like it?

Not only unique
but also patriotic.

And we have 540.

$580,000

from the bidder on the phone.

Can I get 600?
Six to the lady.

620, anyone?

$620,000.

Can I get 640?

640?
640, anyone?

Ladies and gentlemen,
it's your last chance at 640.

All right, 620, going once.

620 going twice.

Wait, do I see 640 in back?

Oh, my God, he's bleeding!

Oh, my God.

Looks like a gunshot
wound to the stomach.

Our vic's name is Xander Green.

He worked at the auction
house as an appraiser

for the last three years.
I want everyone

who attended the auction
tested for GSR.

That might be tough, Mac.

After our boy took
a face plant and expired,

half the guests hit the road,

thinking this might be
some kind of robbery.

What about witnesses?

Anyone hear a gunshot?

Everyone I spoke to
said this room was

in a feeding frenzy.
The only thing they heard

was the sound of some
rich guy getting ready

to dump 600 large on a necklace.

On a piece of jewelry?

Guess some people are

recession-proof.

Either that or they don't read

the financial news
because this was a full house

and the bids started
at 100 grand.

So the auction house stood
to make a killing.

They're not the only ones.

♪ Out here in the fields ♪

♪ I fight for my meals ♪

♪ I get my back into my living ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ♪

Got a cell phone with
an outgoing call in progress.

Hello.

This is Detective Mac Taylor.

Anyone there?
How long has it been active?

48 minutes.

Okay, 'cause according
to witnesses,

our vic dropped
about 40 minutes ago.

So the call was made
right around the shooting;

means there may be a witness
who heard something.

Flack, reach out to
the phone company.

See who this number belongs to.

What do you got?

Blood trail.

Directionality indicates

that our vic came
from somewhere down there.

Danny, in here.

I got spatter.

Looks like blood.

I think

we just found
our primary crime scene.

What do you think it is?

No idea.

Here, look.

Eight dots forming a rhombus.

I suppose it could be
a prison tattoo

with some sort
of secret message.

We already ran him.

He had no criminal history.

Mm.

Eight dots had to mean
something to him.

If he's an astronomy buff,

the dots could represent
the eight planets,

though to me,
there will always be nine.

I was very fond
of Pluto.
What else you got?

Timothy Leary claimed there were
eight circuits of consciousness.

I was referring
to your autopsy findings, Sid.

You had some questions.

Uh, that I do.

Wound characteristics indicate

he was shot at close range

with this.

Huh?

Nine mil.

Full metal jacket.
Jacketed rounds

are designed to pierce armor.

This bullet should have gone
clean through our vic,

but it didn't even
make it halfway.

I know,
it doesn't make any sense.

This entry wound is also
larger than it should be.

Which brings me
to question number two.

The vic was also stabbed in the
same location that he was shot.

What do you make of that?

Two perps...

One with a gun,
one with a knife?

Or maybe one perp who felt
the need for a little overkill.

Either weapon could have
caused COD by exsanguination.

It's this type
of causality dilemma

that has stumped philosophers
for years.

Which came first...
The chicken or the egg?

Or in this case...

the knife or the gun?

- All right, thanks.
- I'll see you tomorrow.

Hey, Doc.

You okay?

My Uncle Frank
had a heart attack.

He's dead.

I, uh... I'm sorry, buddy.

I just talked to him on Sunday.

He was talking
about his summer visit.

He comes every July.

Yeah, yeah, I know, I remember.

You guys were tight.

You know, when I graduated
from med school,

my Uncle Frank made this sign

and he put it on
his front lawn, and it said:

"This is the home
of the very proud uncle

of Dr. Sheldon Hawkes."

Funeral's day after tomorrow.

All right, well, you know what?

Don't worry about anything,
all right?

I got your back.

Thanks, man.

I'm sorry, buddy.

All right.

Mac.

I appreciate you picking
up some of the slack

when Hawkes goes out of town.

Oh, yeah, well, I'm in between
girlfriends at the moment,

so I got a lot of time
on my hands.

Oh, sorry,
that's too much information.

So how we doing
on that nine-millimeter

Sid pulled from our vic?

Ran it through ballistics,
and the rifling characteristics

are consistent
with a German Luger,

but this is where it gets weird.

Okay, the bullet's core

was steel.
Most bullets have

a lead core.

Well, our bullet's old school,

all right, manufactured in the
early 1940s by a company called

Deutsche Waffen-und
Munitionsfabriken.

That could explain

why the bullet didn't penetrate
further into our vic.

Gunpowder deteriorates
over time...

especially when the ammo's
not properly stored.

So if the bullet's old,

maybe we should be looking
for an old gun.

What do you have so far?

The 48-minute call you found
in progress originating

from the vic's phone around
TOD went to voice mail,

so Flack subpoenaed
the phone records

and we got a recording.

What are you doing here?

That's our vic, all right...
I ran a voice comparison

to his outgoing message
and I got a match.

Boom.

The rest gets interesting.

What the hell is that?

What do you think you're doing?

And the rest is just reactions,

chaos, us showing up.

Got a cell phone

with an outgoing call
in progress.

How long has it been active?

That's pretty much it.

Nothing audio-wise
on our shooter.

What about the person
who received the call?

You ready for this?

You're going to love it.

Michael Elgers?

Everyone's favorite neo-Nazi.

Turns out
Xander called him twice

before the call you just heard,

and according
to the phone records,

he answered both of those calls.

So maybe he was a witness.

It doesn't add up.

I mean, a guy

who works on Madison Avenue
associating

with a low-life skinhead?

Maybe it's less an association
and more an affiliation.

Danny, pull up those
pictures that Sid took

of the vic's tattoo.

Yo, what are you doing here?

Thought you were
on your way to Michigan.
Flight's delayed three hours.

Figured work would help me
take my mind off things.

Where you headed?
I'm headed to interview
a potential witness.

You mind if I tag along?
Actually, I don't know
if you want to do that, bud.

Why? What's up?

It's Michael Elgers.

So he's a racist.

That's his problem, not mine.

♪ My world is painted black ♪

♪ My galaxy is cracked ♪

♪ Things go from bad to worse ♪

♪ Contracting universe... ♪

Michael Elgers?

Can I help you?

We'd like to talk to
you about Xander Green.

I wasn't talking to you.

Oh, don't be stupid.

You see who we are.

How do I know Nation of Islam

over there didn't steal his ID?

What did I just say?
I got work to do,

pigs, so make it fast.

Talk to, uh, Xander Green
recently?

I don't know no Xander Green.

Then why'd he call you
three times yesterday?

Are you saying I'm a liar?

Bet your ass I am.
First you come into my shop

uninvited, and then
you insult me?

- You better watch your mouth.
- You better back off.

All right, don't make
me put an arm on you.

I'm done talking to you.

And you... you got some dice
coming in here.

Next time you do,
you show a little respect.

Get over here.

You're under arrest
for harassment.

Come on, man, it's not like
I strung him up in a tree.

Danny, Danny.

Danny, Danny.

I want a lawyer.

I want to win the lotto.

That cannoli-eating punk
assaulted me.

I hear different.

I hear you resisted arrest.

Ask the Negro what happened.

Sorry, pal,
I don't speak ignorant.

But I tell you what...

What a scumbag.

Yeah, we knew that going in.

What the hell
is that supposed to mean?

You gave him exactly
what he wanted, Danny,

and that piece of
garbage isn't worth it.

He resisted arrest.
I know that,

but I'm not the one
who needs convincing,

and Internal Affairs
is just the first stop.

If the ACLU gets wind of this,

they're going to
have a field day.

We got a skinhead

claiming police brutality,

and the only witness is yours
truly, an African-American.

Geez, I know how it looks.

There's no way I was gonna let
him get away with what he did.

Danny, guys like Elgers,

they like to push buttons.

Doing nothing might have sent
a stronger message.

So you took the higher road.

Is that it?
Oh, come on, man.

Look...

I know this is going
to sound crazy,

but I think all of this happened
for a reason, okay?

Elgers surfacing
today as a witness,

today of all days,
and my plane getting delayed,

and you and I going
to question him together.

Maybe this is my Uncle Frank
testing me

to see if I learned something
from him.

My uncle was in Memphis
the day Dr. King

was assassinated.

Couldn't have been
more than ten years old.

And... his whole life, he was
on the front lines of racism

and he never let it
intimidate him.

That's why I couldn't let

Elgers get to me.

Come on, not today.

Not today.

I got a plane to catch.

All right.

All right.

You're a lawyer?

Try again.

Another pig.

What, did you guys run out

of welfare recipients
to protect,

so you got to hassle me?

I already said I'm done talking.

Then, shut up.

My name is Mac Taylor.

I'm a detective.

I run the New York Crime Lab.

Earlier today,
you assaulted one of my men.

What the hell happened
to this country?

Back in the day, you and me,

we'd never be having
this conversation.

Back in the day, I would
have shot your racist ass.

Oh, so you're super white man,
is that it?

Niggers, zipperheads,
little queer faggots.

You save them all.

Except crackers like you.

Between jobs, you just sit
on a stoop all day

bitching about people
who've actually

done something with their lives.

Do you think I need
some fancy job

or diploma to tell me
I'm somebody?

Any beaner can get an education
in this country.

I'm fourth generation American.

That's all the success I need.

That don't mean a man can't ask
for more from time to time.

Now, get me my lawyer,

'cause that chucker-loving
punk with a badge

assaulted me,
and he's got to pay.

You'll get your lawyer.

Just know this cuts both ways.

There's still that
harassment charge against you.

There's no law against spitting
on an animal.

For some, that might be true.

They'd be back
on the street by now.

For you, that charge
carries quite a bit of weight.

What the hell
are you talking about?
The two years

you owe New York State...

if I decide to push
a parole violation.

Even without the
diploma, I imagine

you see where this is going.

What do you want from me?

I want to know about your
relationship with Xander Green.

There's no "bromance,"
if that's what you mean.

Xander's a friend.

Was... he's dead.

Well, if Xander's dead,
I had nothing to do with it.

You weren't approached
as a suspect.

Then, why am I here, besides
a crap harassment charge?

Yesterday, Xander
called you three times.

The first two times,
you picked up.

The third time,
it went to voice mail.

You want to tell me about that?

That fool used to ass dial me
all the time.

I thought he was trying
to reach me, but then I realized

what was going on,
so the third call,

I just let it go to voice mail.

You hear anything on the first
two calls you picked up?

I didn't hang with it very long,

but I thought I heard Xander
arguing with somebody.

Any idea who?

Uh, he-he mentioned
some kike named Ari...

or Abe...

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

Abraham. Call me Abraham.

Abraham.

According to Felix Marshall,
the auction house,

you were a guest
at their auction yesterday?

Yes, I was there.

Well, a witness

heard your name mentioned
during an altercation

with an appraiser, Xander Green.

Xander Green is a ganef,
a thief.

He told me

he would appraise the piece
of jewelry I was selling

for more than it was worth.

I am not interested
in cheating anyone.

Keep your mouth shut.

I'll make you very rich.

You can ask him yourself,

but I imagine he'll
deny our conversation

for fear of losing his job.

I'm afraid he no longer
has to worry about that.

Xander Green was
murdered yesterday

during the auction.

Abraham, tell me

about the rest of your night.

Detective, I wish
I could help you,

but I left after the preview.

You didn't stay around to see
how much your piece sold for?

The item I gave Mr. Green
to sell...

belonged to my late wife.

It was her most prized
possession.

She loved wearing it.

I could not bear to see it go
to some stranger.

Mr. Klein, why
did you sell it

if it meant so much to you?

I see you wear a watch.

Most people today,
they don't see the need.

They have clocks
and everything else

right on their cell phones.

What I do,

there isn't much use

for it anymore.

But that doesn't stop
my son, David.

He wanted to be close to me,

so he asked me to teach him.

And now what does he have?

In five years,
this place will be gone.

What happens to David
and his family then?

I didn't want to part with it...

but...

my wife's jewel yesterday...

sold...

for over $300,000

without cheating anyone.

That money will help

when the time comes.

Oh, very good work.

Good, good, good.

David, say hello
to Detective Mac Taylor.

Everything all right?
It's nothing, nothing.

Uh, David, be sure and finish

cleaning Mr. Polanski's
pocket watch.

Okay, Pop.

My boy.

How did you get those scratches?

These scratches?

Oh.

After our conversation,

Mr. Green tried to throw me out
of his office.

Would you, uh, mind
if I photograph them?

Of course not.

Can you pull up
your sleeve, please?

Like that?

I was in Auschwitz.

It was a very long time ago.

Did Mr., uh, Green ever share
any of his anti-Semitic views?

I never told Mr. Green
I was Jewish.

I don't find it necessary
to advertise that.

Maybe it was the camp
that changed things.

When I came to this country,

I had no desire

to be a religious man.

But my son makes up
for both of us.

He says, "Pop...

we must remember."

I say...

sometimes,
it's better to forget.

Ah.

Here you go, Mac.
Go for it.

You're right.

Wound pattern's identical.

Weapon like this could
be what killed Xander.

You ever seen anything like it?

19th century naval officers

were known to carry flintlocks

with bayonets and the British
had the Webley revolver.

There was also this
nasty looking pistol

called the Apache.

Combination gun,
knife and knuckle-duster.

French gangs used to use it
in the early 1900s.

Only we're looking
for an old Luger

with a bayonet affixed
to the bottom of the barrel.

Apparently, there
were some Nazis

who liked to make their own.

And since our ammo dates
back to the 1940s...

Our neo-Nazi could've been
killed with an old

Nazi weapon.
Irony.

If it is our murder weapon,
rules out the possibility

of two perps.
Also answers

the chicken
and the egg question.
And why

one of the tears
in the wound was so big.

The blade came first.

That is some seriously
sadistic behavior, right?

I mean, why not just shoot him
and be done with it?

Taylor.

On my way.

Somebody just broke
into the vic's apartment.

Coincidence?

Could be our killer.

Whatever he was looking for
just might be our motive.

- Hey, guys.
- So, the neighbor came home,

saw that the door broken,

knew that the vic was dead,

called 911.

Intruder must've heard her,
'cause then he ran.

Place doesn't look tossed.

Maybe our guy ran out of time.

Or maybe he knew where to find
what he was looking for.

Flack...

take a look at this wear mark.

Someone moved the bookcase.

Often.

Yep.

We just found

our closet Nazi's closet.

Take this.

Please tell me those
aren't what I think they are.

All this stuff's from
the Holocaust, isn't it?

Xander was celebrating
their genocide.

Mac!

I just got a hit off
one of the prints I lifted

off the broken door lock.

Michael Elgers.

That was fast.

He just got released.

Obviously, he misses us.

Hey!

Stop! Hey!

What part of "freeze"
don't you understand?

I told you.
I didn't touch Xander Green.

We were friends.

Yeah? Let's go!

Hey, boss.

You gotta see this.

♪ ♪

One of these
could be our murder weapon.

"Men's leather shoes, size
nine, taken in Treblinka.

$2,000."

"Child's doll, fair condition.

"Found buried with
bodies in Dachau.

$6,500"?

They're auctioning off items

belonging to victims
of the Holocaust.

That's why Elgers
tried to get into

Xander's secret closet.

I think we just found
our motive.

So, Elgers killed Xander
to steal his collection

and to sell it
to the highest bidder.

Case closed.

So, you say you found
these items hidden

in your murder
victim's apartment?

Along with a lamp shade that DNA
confirms was made of human skin.

Comprised of various tattoos
that were sewn together?

The commandant

of Buchenwald, his wife,

would order Jews
to line up naked,

and when she saw
a tattoo she liked,

she had the skin removed

and tanned to be made into
lamp shades for her home.

Two years ago, I heard about one

that was traded on the black
market for over $10,000.

That's why I've requested

that the NYPD
make this a priority.

They'll find the
buyers and sellers,

make the appropriate arrests.

Whatever items
might be recovered,

perhaps there's a way
we can get them back

to the families.
Six million were killed,
Detective.

And only 900,000 survived.

I'm afraid the odds
of finding family are slim.

But we have spent

the past two decades
taping testimonials

of Holocaust survivors.

Let's see if Esther Schnitzler

is referenced in one of those.

How do you know
about Buchenwald?

My father mentioned
it when I was a kid.

He was an army man.
6th Armored Division.

He said he helped
liberate the camp in 1945.

Didn't say much more than that,

so, I went to the library.

Looks like there's several
mentions of an Esther Schnitzler

in an interview
with her cousin, Hannah.

When we first got to the camp,

we were marched to an area

where they shaved our heads,
took our clothes.

On the way there,
there was a big ditch...

filled with bodies.

That's where I saw Esther.

She'd been shot in the head.

Nearby was her husband,
children...

all dead.

I remember thinking,
that can't be them.

Esther arranged to escape.

There was a young
German boy, a neighbor.

Klaus Braun was his name.

And he told Esther
that he could help her

and her family
get out of Germany.

Oh, for a price.

Oh, but back then, the...
the Nazis, they...

they took everything.

Only thing Esther had left
was a brooch.

She managed to hide it.

So beautiful.

Diamonds.

The boy...

was going to drive them
to the border

and from there, Esther and her
family would escape on foot.

Only he didn't drive them
to the border.

He took them to Auschwitz.

Schnell. Schnell.

Klaus' father was SS

and Klaus was Hitler-Jugend.

Like father, like son.

Back then,
one could make good money

turning Jews over to the Nazis.

I'm afraid that's all there is.

And I guess this is all that's
left of that woman's cousin.

Is it possible to get
a copy of the testimonial?

It'll help the DA
when the case goes to court.

Of course.

Here you go.

Thanks.

Mr. Lesnick,
I appreciate your time.

I'll be in touch.

Detective,
what you've done here today,

by pledging to help us,

we call that a mitzvah.

An act of human kindness.

Thank you.

How did it go with
Internal Affairs?

Two week suspension.

No pay. Department's
got no problem

bending me over

to do right
by this murdering bigot.

We live in a litigious society,
Danny.

Right or wrong,
everybody's got rights.

The upside to this
suspension is, though,

I get to spend time
with my new wife

before our little
bambina arrives.

That's a good idea.

I'll be here when you get back.

You always are.

Thanks.

I don't like that look.

What is it?

We're back at square one.

Adam tried to assemble
the murder weapon

from what we got at Elgers'
place and nothing.

He tried every permutation.

Maybe Elgers got rid of it.

Flack ran Elgers'
alibi for the time

that Xander Green was killed.

It checked out.

Our skinhead
was across town at TOD.

So, he's not the killer.

No.

What about the witnesses
you interviewed?

According to them,
the last person

to see Xander alive was
a model named Cody King.

And before you ask,
her alibi checks out.

She was at the auction
when Xander was shot.

Wait a minute.

Enlarge that again.

I've seen this piece
of jewelry before.

It's the same piece.
Where's that
inventory list

the auction house gave us?

I want to know
who it belonged to.

Uh, it says Abraham Klein.

He consigned the brooch.

What is it?

In 1942, that brooch

was given to a boy
named Klaus Braun.

He was a member of Hitler Youth.

Then how did a Jewish clockmaker
get it?

Abraham Klein is Klaus Braun.

Listen, Detective, I...

We found this journal
in Xander Green's house.

It belonged to
a Holocaust victim

named Esther Schnitzler.
You remember her?

I'm sorry, Detective, I don't.

Well, you may have
tried to forget,

but you know
who I'm talking about.

I know no one by that name.

It was a long time ago.

So many died.

- But how many at your hands...
- Braun?

What are you talking about?

You seem to have me confused
with someone else.

Who is Braun?

That's him.

That's Klaus Braun.

His father, Ernst,
was an engineer,

helped build the crematoria
at Auschwitz.

Very efficient.

30 trays, three bodies a tray.

Could turn 90 corpses to ash
at a time.

Xander Green
recognized this brooch

from Esther's journal when you
brought it to him, didn't he?

Didn't he?

But Xander didn't turn you in

to the authorities.
Why not?

Did he try to blackmail you,
is that it?

Trying to get you to share
some of the brooch money?

You couldn't risk
someone like Xander

knowing your secret,
so you killed him.

No. No!

You're wrong!

I did no such thing.

This is you... Klaus Braun...

In 1942, in your hometown
of Strausberg, Germany.

In 1942, I was living
in the Warsaw Ghetto.

You're lying.

From 1941 till 1943,
you were a member

of Hitler Youth,

a paramilitary organization
of the Hitler party

assigned to round up Jews

trying to escape
the Final Solution.

When we enlarged this photo,

we found the murder weapon

you used to kill Xander Green.

Detectives are on their way

to your house right now
with a warrant.

I guarantee you,
we will find that weapon.

Detective!

I have done nothing wrong!

How can I be a Nazi
when I have this?

This is proof!
No.

This is proof.

Lou Sokolov.

I'm sure you remember him.

He and a few assistants

tattooed every prisoner
in Auschwitz

from mid-'42
until the war ended.

This... is their work.

The handwriting on
your arm doesn't match.

And I'll bet if I take
a sample of this ink,

it won't come back
as Koh-I-Noor,

the brand used at the camps.

You did this tattoo yourself.

That's ridiculous.

I am a Jew!

You saw my son, David.

He is a Jew!

Because he thought you were!

And that God had saved you!

He was probably so grateful
that you had survived

the atrocities of the Holocaust.

What he didn't know, is that
you helped perpetrate them.

You lied to your family.

Your friends.

But you had no choice, did you?

After the war,
you had to go into hiding.

And so you pretended to be
what you despise the most

so you could get into
this country

and elude discovery and capture!

And it worked for
almost 60 years.

Until you sold this brooch.

And then something intervened.

Fate. Karma.

Personally, I like
to think it was God.

I don't know
why you think these things.

Enough!

Enough.

This is over, Braun.

It's over.

My name...

is Abraham Klein!

Your name is Klaus Braun.

Don't bother denying it!

There are men
from the Israeli government

here to verify your identity.

You have something to say,
Braun?

Do you have something to say?!

"We should have killed
them all."

David!

I was sleeping on the floor.

I don't know for how many days

and when he woke me,
I got scared.

I thought he was one
of the camp soldiers.

The SS all knew
the war was ending,

and they tried to eliminate
as many Jews as they could.

But there was
something different

about this man standing over me.

I could see it in his eyes.

And his uniform.

He was an American.

So young.

I could tell the sight of me
was too much.

I was bald,
maybe 80 pounds, but this man,

he was careful
not to look as horrified

as I'm sure he was.

He wanted me to come with him,

but my legs wouldn't move.

I was too weak, so...

he carried me...

out of the barracks.

And he gave me his jacket,
something to eat.

A Hershey bar.

I took one bite

and that was all my empty
stomach could handle.

But nothing has ever
tasted better.

His goodness...

put back a little
of the faith I had lost.

My grandchildren...

put back the rest.

And what was his name?

Taylor.

Private McCanna Boyd Taylor.

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Do you know what yahrzeit is,
Detective?

Tell me.

It's the anniversary
of a death of a relative.

Esther's is not for two weeks.

And usually we light
these candles in mourning,

but this time,

it will be in celebration.

Perhaps there's someone
you want to honor?

My father.

Yees'gadal ve'yees'kadash
sh'may rabbah.

B'alma dee v'ra cheer'usey,

velyamleech malchu'say.

♪ B'cha'yey'chon ♪

♪ U've'yo'mey'chon ♪

♪ U'v'cha'yei d'chol
Beis Yisroel ♪

♪ Ba'agala ba'agala ♪

♪ U'veez'man kareev ♪

♪ V'eem'ru: Amein. ♪