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In New York City's war on crime,

the worst criminal offenders
are pursued by the detectives

of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

Brownsville, NY

Hey, Paco, I'll get it for you.

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Isaiah, can you give me a push?

Okay, I will.

Higher.

Okay.

Higher.

Hey.

Come on.
Let's read it together.

Isaiah, Ty, come give me a push.

You want a push, huh?

No, not a twirl.
I said a push.

A twirl, twirl.

What? You used to ask me
to push you... higher.

Come on, we're out.

Hi, mom.

I gotta go, mom.

Oy, chica, I want to see your phone.

I don't want to lose it.

What did you just call me?

A loser?

Loser.

Come on.
Just put that away, man.

You telling me what to do?

We don't want any trouble...

Loser.

Whore.

Whore?

Whore.

Please... don't do it.

Felix, chill.

Chill!

Kill.

Kill!

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.
What the hell did you do?

Get them up.

Move.

Get them up.

Don't be touching my sister, man.

Someone call 911.

Get them up.
Over there.

Get over here now.

Someone call 911.

- Get off of me.
- Get them in there.

We're not gonna do anything to you.

Get them up.

Get down on your knees, man.

Naomi.

Don't be gentle with him.

Naomi.

Please! God!
Naomi.

Please.

Please, please.

Stop, man.
Stop.

Stop it!

Stop.

Please, please.

Three teens, shot.
Two over there.

Girl was found here.
Still hanging on.

EMS did a scoop and run.

- She likely?
- They said it was bad.

Ty Johnson and Isaiah Morris.
Both 18.

Their IDs were still on them?

And wallets and cash.

And the other victim's iPhone.

They're shot in the back of the head.
And look at the positioning here.

I think this is an execution.

Three shots, three victims.

Close range.

That's a cold-blooded killer.

What the hell is this?

What is that? Urine?

You think the shooter peed his pants?

It's too far away from the victims.
Let's get a sample of that.

Was the other victim also shot
in the back of the head?

No, the stomach.

Naomi Johnson, 18.
Ty's sister.

All three live in the Projects
East of the Expressway.

What were they doing here
in the middle of the night?

Drugs or gangs?
Or both?

Let's get a picture of this wall.

This is a story
that will tell us something.

I don't suppose you have an eyewitness.

An ear witness.

Dimitri Zavulanov.
Gypsy cab driver.

He's parked over there.

- Dimitri Zaluv... what is it?
- Zavulanov.

Whatever.
I hope he speaks English.

He did three minutes ago.

I work in Brownsville six months.
I get robbed three times.

Now I only pick up people I know.

You were parked here tonight?

I was on cell phone talking with my wife.

I hear a "pop,"
then a minute later "pop,"

then another "pop."

At first I thought kids, M-80s.

Did you hear anything else?
Voices?

More than one.
English and Spanish.

What were they saying?

It was too far away.

Thank you.

One. 9 mm round.
To the back of each of their heads.

They were killed instantly.

- Same gun?
- Yeah.

Any signs of assault?

Well, this one looks like
he was kicked in the back.

Tyrone Johnson has a bruise on
his cheekbone from a blunt object.

He was pistol-whipped.

What about the urine
at the crime scene?

It's not from either of the victims,
and no DNA matches in the system.

And these kids?

- Anything on their tox screen?
- Nothing.

No drugs, no alcohol.

Any markings that would indicate
gang affiliation?

Well, Isaiah has a tattoo,

but it's hardly a gang tat.

Chinese.

Turns out the slight space after the first
two characters means "Peace."

The last two represent universal love.

Peace and love.

And dead on arrival.

Three kids home from college
for Thanksgiving executed in a public park.

We have any idea
what they were up to? / Not yet.

We're waiting for the third victim,
Naomi Johnson, to get out of recovery.

Those the victims rap sheet?

They don't have records.
Not even Juvi.

How about gang affiliations?

No, how about National Merit Society?
Eagle Scouts.

City basketball championships.

All three of them graduated
high school with honors.

They've all won scholarships to college.

Please don't tell me someone shot
three innocent kids just for the hell of it.

That's what it looks like.

Find out why they were in that park.

I brought Isaiah to that park
when he was a boy.

He started Northwestern this year.

Too many young men in this community,
in this neighborhood,

end up in prison.

I was so proud my boy made it out.

It was his first trip back home
since September.

Reverend...

you think there's anyone that might've
presented your son for getting ahead?

Isaiah was even-keeled.

He didn't get into fights.

How about his friends?
Any of them into drugs or gangs?

I know it's hard for you people to believe...

but no.

No.

Isaiah was in training.
He was a star point guard.

We know. His team won the city
championship last year.

He would've gotten a ring for that.

Do you know if he was
wearing it last night?

He never takes it off.

Are you sure?

Because we didn't find it
on him last night.

Material things.
What do they matter?

How well did Isaiah know Ty and Naomi?

Isaiah and Ty were... inseparable.

Naomi was his twin,
so she'd always tag along.

Do you know whether Naomi
had any boyfriends?

I don't know.
You'd have to ask her parents.

I've invited them to the candlelight
service tonight.

Sometimes at these things,
gangs show up.

Are you saying you want
a police presence, Reverend?

In our community, they're saying
it was racial.

I don't want a riot.

Okay. We'll be there.

Thank you.

The doctors told us

she has a one in three
chance of survival.

Naomi and Ty were born
ten weeks premature at this hospital.

Back then, they told us the same thing.

Isn't that funny?

I know you just lost your son,

but if we could try to talk to your daughter...

Yes, of course.
If it'll help.

Thank you.

Naomi.

Squeeze my hand if you can hear me.

Good.

I want you to squeeze once for yes
and twice for no.

Do you know who did this?

Were they strangers to you?

Was there more than one?

Two?

Three?

Three.

Okay, darling.

If Naomi remembers anything else at all,
will you please give us a call?

- Yes.
- Thank you.

Who would do something like this?

I don't know.

But I can promise you this.

Whoever did do this,
we're gonna get'em.

Thank you, Detective.

Why promise something like that?

Why?

Because the scum that did this,

if I can't get him off the streets,
just give me the gold watch.

Lord...

tell me the way I must go.

Only you lift up my soul.

We must not rise up
in anger or vengeance.

We must rise up with love
and hope for the future.

If you hear anything, give us a call.

Tips or whatever.

If you hear or see anything,
give me a call.

If you think of anything,
give us a call.

Thank you.

- If you hear anything, please give me a call.
- Anonymous tips. If you think of...

If you hear anything or see
anything, give us a call.

No, thanks. / Do me a favor.
Take it anyway.

Could you give us a call
if you think of anything.

If I lost one of my boys like that,
I doubt I could preach forgiveness.

I assume there were no tips
off your canvass of the memorial.

If somebody knew something,
we'd have heard by now.

Neighborhood's heartbroken.
They really want us to get these guys.

You may be right.

Brownsville has some of the worst
felony states in the city.

Last two days, not even a car alarm.

So what have you got?

Well... three shots from one gun.

Three suspects, maybe Spanish.
No clear motive.

That it?

And one of the victims is missing
a school championship ring.

At 48 hours, that's all you've got?

Yeah, that's all we've got.
I mean, it's a nightmare.

Well, then maybe you need some help.
We'll get you some fresh eyes.

What do mean "Fresh eyes"?

You getting pressure from upstairs?

Upstairs, Logan, this has nothing to
do with upstairs... / Captain, listen...

with all due respect
we're all feeling this, all right?

And we just got something.

Naomi's off the ventilator.
She's ready to talk.

The one who shot me was older.

The other two were teenagers.

The shooter.
Did you get a look at him?

All I could see was the gun.

He held it like this.

Gangster style.

Did they call each other by name?

The older one...
they called him Felix.

They were arguing about something.

Felix, he wanted my iPhone.

Did they say anything else
to each other?

You can ask my brother.

Ty. He speaks Spanish.
He might know.

Good. We'll do that.

Naomi, do you remember anything at all
about what they looked like?

Do you remember what
they were wearing?

One of them, on his neck,
he... he had a tattoo.

S... U... R...

- That's it, detectives.
- Okay, thank you.

Okay, we're gonna need to send in
a sketch artist in when she's up to it.

Could be MS-13.

The "B" for Brownsville, the territory.

What about the "G"?

Maybe the mother's maiden name.

The victims were all nice kids.

They stayed away from gangs.

Maybe they saw something
they shouldn't have.

Mara Salvatrucha is known
for eliminating potential witnesses.

Well, there's no incident report
for the neighborhood that day.

No gang members awaiting trial.

Plus the last three months,
these kids were in college.

The only crime they witnessed
was underage drinking.

Could this have been an initiation?

MS-13 members are usually
jumped in, beaten up.

Killing a stranger?
Possible.

But three shootings?

I'll lean harder on our informants.

See if any of them know somebody
who might've ordered a hit.

Appreciate it.

Thanks.

NYPD!
Up against the wall now!

That's him.

Come here.

Come here.

I got it, I got it.

Sit. Sit. Sit.

Hold it.

- How long before he bleeds out?
- You got a few minutes.

This is no joke.
I didn't no nothing.

Just out for a run, I guess.

Here.
You dropped this.

That ain't mine.
That was on the ground.

We really don't care.

Talk to us about Isaiah, Ty, and Naomi.
The kids killed in the playground.

Them?
I don't know nothing.

The killers were MS-13.

N... no... no way.

An initiation for one of your new soldiers?

Not ours.
It's some wannabe.

Whoever did this, some punks.

We don't play like that.

Yeah, and I guess you got
your own reward out on them, huh?

Something like that, yeah.

Have someone look at his head
and then book him.

Hey, we got a pawn shop hit on a ring.

Matches the description
of the one belonging to Isaiah Morris.

Come on.

There are good people who live here.

My customers are honest.
They just can't catch a break.

Well, what about the person
who sold you this?

Is that what they told you?

Jewelry's stolen.
You got it back.

I got no problem with the law.

And now you can't remember
who pawned it?

You people walk around here
like everyone who lives here is a criminal.

You stop and frisk these kids
like you have a quota.

Hey, that's not what this is about.

This ring belonged to one of the victims
from the playground shooting.

Those poor kids.

That was horrible.
Horrible.

I lived in Brownsville my whole life.
I thought I'd seen it all.

I didn't know.

I found it.
So what?

Where?

I don't know.
The garbage.

You know, we don't want
to have to take you in, Vera.

We don't want you to have to find
someone to leave this guy with.

My boyfriend gave it to me.

He thought I'd like a school ring
cause I never graduated. So what?

Did he tell you where he got it?

- It was a gift.
- That's very romantic.

He pulled this off a dead boy's finger.

Did you know that?
Your boyfriend shot three people.

He would never shoot anyone.

Isn't he MS-13?

He's not in a gang.
He just acts like he is.

MS-13 doesn't like to be misrepresented.

So wherever your boyfriend is,
they are all looking for him.

So wake up and tell us where he is.

NYPD!
Open the door.

We have an arrest warrant
for Hector Mendoza. Step aside.

- He's not here.
- Step aside.

- Step aside! Go!
- He's not here.

Oh, my God!
What are you doing?

- What are you doing?
- Clear, clear, clear.

Please, Hector is not here.

We also have a search warrant.
We're looking for a gun.

Did your son tell you
where he put the gun?

I don't know of a gun.

Hector is not here.

I haven't seen him for days.
I haven't seen him.

Por favor, no.
Por favor!

Please, no!

Pro favor.
Don't touch that.

Those are my husband's ashes, please.

Sorry.

Oh, my God.

Oh, God.

You didn't know, did you?

Hector would never hide a gun
in his papi's ashes.

He loved him.

He worked at the barber shop
every Saturday.

Well, then who did put
the gun there, Mrs. Mendoza?

I swear I don't know.

Bunk beds.
Felix sleep here too?

Felix? Hector shares this room with Paco.

Paco?
His little brother.

Where is Paco?

I haven't seen them since yesterday.

I work 12 hours a day.
I'm a housekeeper.

Hector dropped out of high school?

He had to so I could keep working
after his papi died.

Hector took his brother to school
every day on the subway

and waited outside
to bring him home every day.

And now Paco is on the Honor Roll
in his high school.

Is this his book?
Paco likes to read?

His cousin Louisa gave it
to him for is 15th birthday.

They're best friends.

I don't know where Paco is.

But whatever you think he did,
he didn't do it.

Well, if you think he's been falsely accused
of a crime, we can help him.

That would imply that I just lied to you.

And only a stupid person
would lie to the NYPD.

We know you're smart.

That I won't dispute.

You like real video games?
In the Arcade?

Or do you just play on that toy?

I'm better at Death Dare.

What about Paco?

You know, my partner here
thinks boys are faster.

Me and Paco Death Dare all the time.

Paco sucks.

Paco.

Game's over.

It's not my gun.

I don't know how it got in there.

We believe you.

We think your brother Hector
put it in there.

No, no, you got the wrong guys.

You were with him in the park when
he used it to shoot those three kids.

That's crazy.

We can prove it.

He peed his pants.

Dios Mio.

You were scared.

You didn't want to be there.

You don't want to give up your brother.
We get that.

So tell us.
Who's Felix?

I don't know no Felix.

You're more scared of Felix
than you are of your own brother.

There is no Felix.

No, no.

It was me.

I shot them all.

No, no.

I shot the girl in the chest.

And the two guys
in the back of the head.

- I confess.
- He's lying.

It can't be.

It can't be.
He's lying.

Hey, think about this.

Think about this.
You're gonna take on the whole freight?

You think that makes you a big shot?

Yes...

- it was me.
- He's lying.

He's lying.

- Okay, okay, okay.
- That can't be true.

That can't be true.

Mrs. Mendoza, okay, okay, okay.

That can't be true.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Mendoza.

This whole city is looking for a confession,
and we just got one.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Mendoza.

It's a start.

We mention that guy Felix,
the kid almost pisses his pants again.

He'd rather go to jail than give up
Felix or his brother.

He's willing to do hard time.

Let's see what his mother's
willing to do to protect him.

My son didn't shoot anybody.

Maybe not, Mrs. Mendoza,
but our problem is he confessed.

If your boys are innocent,

then that means the shooter
has got to be this Felix.

I don't know any Felix.

What about your older son, Hector?

I bet he knows where Felix is.

Hector is gone.

I don't know where he is.
I haven't seen him.

All right, well...

We can keep Paco in a holding cell overnight
and arraign him in the morning.

But once he's in the system,
he's gone.

Now you go home...

and you think about that.

Hector Mendoza.

I know you.

You gave me your card.

At the memorial service.

I gotta protect my brother.

Let's do this outside.

Okay, Hector.

Gonna give you one more chance
to get your story straight.

We know you were in the playground.

So... what happened?

No, I wasn't there.

That ring, I found it.

Looks like Paco's not the only one
in the family who makes stuff up.

Like that MS-13 tattoo of yours.

Good luck when you met
the real guys in prison.

I can't help you.

Well, looks like we're
not gonna need your help.

What you mean?

That was our Captain.
He says Felix beat you to it.

Felix?

Felix says you and Paco
shot those kids.

As soon as his lawyer arrives,
we'll take his statement.

- We're wasting our time. Come on.
- Hold on a second.

Felix's lawyer isn't here yet?

- Not yet.
- All right, hold on.

Hey, man, let me explain
something to you.

The first one that talks
gets the best deal.

What kind of a deal?

Well, you may pass yourself off as MS-13,
but your little brother?

Let's just put it this way.

The guys at Rikers are gonna
be very happy to see him.

Felix won't know I said this?

You got my word.

Okay.

It was him.

He's psycho.

- He shot that girl for nothing.
- Felix was the shooter?

He wanted her iPhone.

He made us shoot the others.

Paco only pulled the trigger

because Felix said he'll kill me
if he didn't.

Here's what I want you to do.

You're gonna write out
exactly what went down.

- Then you won't need Felix.
- Nope.

- I'm the first one to make a deal?
- Yep.

Felix Aguilar from Tepito, Mexico City.

Came to New York on a three-month visa.

He was arrested for assault.
Scheduled for deportation.

They released him ROR
he disappeared.

So we're looking for a guy who's been
under the radar for the last three years.

See if Naomi Johnson recognizes him.

Naomi's back in surgery.

Bullet embolism.

We missed a fragment.
It eroded into a blood vessel.

- Traveled to her lungs.
- She gonna make it?

No way to tell.

She's gonna be in surgery for hours.
Then after that, it's touch and go.

Hey, we got a hit
on Felix Aguilar's prints.

He was just picked up
in Union City for shoplifting.

You had Felix Aguilar in custody
and you let him go?

We didn't know it was Felix Aguilar.
He gave us a fake ID

and we didn't let him go.
He jumped.

Oh.

Holding was full.

The guy was arrested for stealing
hair dye and $10 sunglasses.

What's the problem?

You want to tell him or should I?

You know the triple shooting
in Brownsville?

- Yeah?
- He's involved.

What kind of ID did he give you?

He gave us somebody else's green card.

We didn't catch it
till we ran the prints. Here.

Yeah, that's mine.

Any idea how Felix Aguilar got it?

Nope. And I don't want
to press any charges.

He stole your green card,

and you're worried
about what he thinks of you?

Yeah.

Okay, what's up?

We call him El Diablo.

He got mad at a bus boy.
He held his hand over an open burner.

He knew I talked to you,
he'd kill me.

Crimes were committed using that ID

so it's either gonna be you or him.

Police. Get down.

Down on the ground!

On the floor!

Felix Aguilar, who's seen him?

You, you.
You have your green card?

La Migra's coming in ten minutes.

You help us out, we let you all go.

Okay.

- I know him.
- All right, get up, get up.

- Who are you?
- Come over here.

- Get against that wall.
- Please, I'm about to be legal.

I have all my papers.
I can show you.

We don't care about that.

Where is Felix Aguilar?

He was here the last three days.

And then he pack his clothes
in a garbage bag, and he stole the car.

- How long ago?
- Half hour.

What's the car look like?

This is Detective Falacci.

- It's a silver Isuzu Trooper.
- APB out on a silver Isuzu Trooper.

- Maybe about ten years old.
- About ten years old.

He couldn't have gotten
much of a head start.

Let's head out.

- Drop the gun.
- Ho, ho, ho.

Hold it, Felix, cool it.

Come on now, be cool.
Just put the knife down.

You telling me what to do?

No, just don't do anything stupid.

Next one blows your brains out.

Get rid of that knife.

Get down.

Put your hands behind your back.

And lock them over your head.

You gonna be okay?

I'm fine.

Let's get you to the hospital, Falacci.

And, Falacci?

Let's never do that again.

Where's your partner?
She afraid?

No, actually she's looking
forward to your execution.

You know the Feds want this case.

You don't have a case.

So Hector told us you were the shooter.

He won't say that on the stand.

No?

Felix, no one is afraid
of El Diablo anymore.

You were.

I had your girl.

I cut her, and you don't do nothing?

Perrito.

You remember her, right?

You shot her in the stomach in the park.

- I wasn't even in the park.
- That's not what she said.

She's dead.

No, she's not.

And she got a very good look
at the guy who shot her.

- That bitch is dead.
- No, she's not.

She pulled through.

In fact, she's standing right behind
this glass watching this interview.

She's dead.
I know she's dead.

Then how would she know that
you and Hector were arguing?

And that you were afraid
to pull the trigger?

Then she was lying.

She said you were so scared
you pissed your pants.

Not me.
Paco pissed his pants.

Paco?

I thought you said you weren't there.

- So what?
- El Diablo.

Hey, you were afraid to pull the trigger.

But you know what else she said?

She said that Hector made you his bitch.

Hector made me his bitch?

Hector made you his bitch.

But the best part was when she said
the way you held your gun.

She said you held it like this.

Then she said she knew you were
just some dumb, stupid illegal from Tepito

trying to be an American gangster.

It was pretty funny.
We all laughed.

You're laughing?

You weren't laughing when I shot you.
You were begging.

Yeah, I was the man.

Hector and Paco, they just
took orders from me.

Anything else you want to know?

Yeah, there's just one more
think I want to know.

Why?

She asked for it.

That bitch thought she was better than me.

She come to the projects.

Looked down on me
like I was nobody.

Naomi didn't make it.

She never regained consciousness
after the surgery

and went into cardiac arrest
an hour ago.

We're sorry for your loss.

Oh, God.

"Sorry for your loss." You know how
many times I've had to say that?

It's usually automatic.

But every once in a while...

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