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First Street and Second Avenue?

(Musical ringtone plays)

(Speaking Pashto)

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Very dangerous, Afghanistan.

Is that why you left?

I have family, uh...

young children.

But many men would still welcome
the chance to become a martyr.

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Lebowitz: Detective Wells,
your testimony

is that, while acting as an
undercover police officer,

you allegedly purchased
illegal narcotics

- from my client. Is that right?
- Yes.

And you've recalled
those conversations here today

in rather astonishing detail.

- Haven't you?
- Word for word.

Word for word?

Yeah.

Conversations that occurred
over a year ago.

October 22, 2011.

It was a Saturday.

Between 2:44 and 3:16
at Suriyo Thai

in Kew Gardens. And then
again, two days later,

in your client's hotel room,

between 6:46 and 7:17,

when he tried
to sell me the drugs.

What, exactly, did you use

to refresh your recollection
of those conversations?

My recollections
don't need refreshing.

So... what,

- you just... remember them?
- Yeah.

I remember everything.

Lebowitz: - Everything?
Carrie: - Yeah.

Everything.

I'm sure you do, detective.

No further questions,
your honor.

Your honor,
if you'll indulge me

for a moment?

Prosecutor:
Detective, where were you

at 2:47 last Friday afternoon?

Walking across the Plaza out
front of the courthouse here.

Did you, at that time,
recognize anyone

who is presently
in this courtroom?

Yes. Mr. Lebowitz over there,
and juror number seven,

front row, second from the end.

Do you recall
what they were doing?

Yeah, Mr. Lebowitz
was ordering Souvlaki,

no peppers, extra onions,

and coconut milk, with pulp.

And juror number seven
was talking to a very pretty

young blonde woman.

Your honor, you can't allow...

Easy, Lebowitz.

Did you have Souvlaki
last Friday or not?

I-I don't really...

Remember?

Prosecutor:
What was juror seven

wearing at that time,
Detective Wells?

Brown pantsuit,

cream blouse, Tory Birch flats,

and a beige silk scarf.
You looked very nice.

And the young woman she was with?
Navy blue cardigan,

six buttons down the front,

white slacks, black flats,

a Prada purse, black tessuto...

A knockoff.

I'm sorry, you can tell

- by the clasp.
-Oh, my daughter...

I told her it was fake.

(Laughter)
Anything else, Mr. Lebowitz?

(Siren wailing)

(Siren blips off)

- How'd it go?
- Oh, walk in the park.

I'm starting to feel bad
for these defense attorneys.

- And not the rest of us?
- Hm.

Bashir Sajadi, 42, cabdriver.

Took a bullet in the back.

These two gentlemen

are the ones who found him.

What's he doing here?

Al: Commissioner's office
has eyes on this one.

Carrie. Al.

How'd you get all the way
to Brooklyn, Eliot?

And please tell me
it wasn't in that cab.

I came with the Commissioner's
joint task force.

Turns out our victim
was one of their informants.

Sajadi was cooperating
in an investigation

- of a radical mosque.
- A terrorist investigation.

Now that they have
a high-profile homicide

on their hands,
they called in major crimes.

Theory is that the two targets
of the investigation

somehow made Sajadi as a rat
and took him out.

So where are the targets now?

JTF's trying to get eyes
on them as we speak.

- Trying to get eyes on them?
- Easy, Sparky.

This is one of over a dozen
active terrorist investigations

they're running...
You can't expect them to have

24/7 surveillance

- on all of them.
- Yeah, well, tell that to Bashir Sajadi.

Trunk was open,

but nothing's missing.

Wallet, cell phone...
All here.

No blood in the cab, either.

Looks like they just pulled
him out and executed him.

Al:
Not a place I'd choose

to whack someone.

Anybody could've made him.

Well, whatever
they were planning...

It was worth the risk.

Unforgettable 02x05
Past Tense

Jay: Man on the left
is Farhan Hazara.

One on the right
is Babur Rashad.

Hazara's an Afghan National;

Rashad is strictly homegrown,
born in New Jersey.

If the guy's
a suspected terrorist,

how'd he get a work visa?

It's all about
who you know, right?

Rashad worked
with coalition forces

as a civilian interpreter.

He's currently assigned
to the U.N.

What exactly were
they being investigated for?

I reached out to an FBI agent

who's on the terrorism
Task Force... he says

both were suspects
in a potential weapons purchase.

The idea was to set up a buy,
and then flip the two targets

and move higher
up the food chain.

How does our cabdriver fit in?

Rashad and Hazara both
attend mosque in Brooklyn.

The task force believes
the mosque was a source of money

- for the weapons buy.
- Our cabdriver was flagged

as a potential asset when
he applied for his green card.

Basically,
he was told his application

would be fast-tracked if he
agreed to infiltrate the mosque.

The problem is, we got nothing
to link either of them to this.

How about a dead cabbie who
just happened to be informing

- against them... there's your link.
- It's motive, yes.

We're gonna need more.

So let's get more.
The task force

has eyes on both these guys now;
They're not going anywhere.

In the meantime, we work
the case through forensics

and witnesses just like
any other, right?

Guy offers to help his new
country, takes a bullet for it.

Al:
According to Sajadi's

ride log, his last fare was
a pickup here on Broadway,

between 73rd and 74th.

No traffic cams... but
look for other video.

All right.

Let's say it was
the two terrorists...

What are they doing up here?

I mean, think about it,
there's no obvious targets,

- landmarks, symbols of New York, nothing.
- Are you kidding?

There's a Mango Dog on 71st.

Mango Dog is New York.

They should use that.

Busy subway station at 72nd.

(Phone rings) You could
do a lot of damage

with a couple of assault rifles.

Yeah.

Jay:
Hey, I just got back

a victim's cell phone records.

- And?
- There's an incoming call

about a minute
after he picks up his fare.

We know who it was?

I ran down the number, but it
traced back to a disposable

burner cell...
no name, no address.

Al:
You try calling the number?

Yep. No voicemail, no I.D.

We're checking serial numbers,

trying to find out
where it was sold.

All right, keep on it.

Looks like Sajadi got a call.

Probably while his killer
was in the cab.

I'm thinking,
they call his cell,

odds are it's someone
that knows him.

What about his wife?

I mean, if Sajadi
knew the caller,

maybe his wife does, too.

He was a good man,

a good father.

I had to get them
out of the house.

- Of course.
- Bashir would

never get involved
with terrorists.

Hamid!

It's all fixed.

- He looks like his father.
- Mrs. Sajadi,

we know your husband
was doing nothing wrong.

In fact, he was working
with the police

to prevent a terrorist attack.

Bashir was working
for the police?

He was helping
in an investigation.

- Is that why he was killed?
- We're not sure.

Ma'am, do you recognize

either of these men?

No. I've never seen them.

I don't understand... why would
Bashir get involved with this?

Because he was promised
a green card.

He did it so that you and your
kids could have a chance.

Mrs. Sajadi,

your husband got a phone call
the day he was killed.

Do you know this number?

That's Mo's number.

Mo?

Moshin Aziz,
Bashir's best friend.

Do you know where
we could find him?

He runs a flower shop.

I just talked to him.

He's going to do the flowers
for Bashir's funeral.

(Door opens, bell tinkles)

Moshin Aziz?
That's right.

We'd like to ask you a few
questions about Bashir Sajadi.

Mo:
Have they found out who did it?

Al:
No, not yet.

Mo: I told Bashir driving a cab
is too dangerous.

He was robbed already twice.

Did his wife tell you?

We don't think
this was a robbery.

What are you talking about?

Mo, right?
You mind if I call you Mo?

Sure.

555-1246... that
your cell phone number?

Yes. Why are you asking me this?

You called Bashir
the afternoon he was murdered.

- Yes, I called him.
Al: - Thing is,

we tried to find the records
for that phone, only the number

wasn't traceable...
There a reason for that?

Untraceable? No.

No, I just don't want to pay

for an expensive
cell phone plan.

I pay in cash.

Look... here's my phone;
I have nothing to hide.

Why did you call him?

To see if he wanted to watch
a football game with me.

Football? There's no football
in the summertime, Mr. Aziz.

I mean soccer. There was
a game in Prospect Park.

It's not a crime
to like soccer, is it?

Well, that depends
on who you're talking to.

I got nothing against soccer;
I just prefer football.

Listen, Mo, you may have been

talking to Bashir when

his killer or killers
were in the car with him.

- What?
- Did he say anything to you

about his passengers,
anything at all?

Oh, my God.

What?

When I talked to
Bashir that day,

someone was speaking
Pashto to him.

Did you hear what was said?

Uh, only a few words.

But it was a man and it
was definitely Pashto.

The passenger's fluency
in Pashto probably means

the assailant or assailants come
from either of these regions

in Afghanistan or Pakistan.

Which matches the
ethnic background

of our two terrorism suspects.

Okay.

Where's all this
coming from, Burns?

Sorry?

It's just, I can't imagine

the 117th in Queens

required any kind of

geo-political expertise.

Oh, you'd be surprised.

You want to know
the capital of Azerbaijan?

Okay, the problem is,

according to the task force's
surveillance reports,

we can't definitively place
their terrorist suspects

at our murder scene. But nothing
says they weren't there.

The task force
lost track of them

for three hours that afternoon.

That's not enough.

And you already have motive.

Sajadi was helping
to set these guys up.

Al, I understand you want
to go get these guys.

I d... I don't think
we're there.

Okay, you don't think so

or your task force buddies
don't think so?

I don't think I like
what you're implying.

Then I won't imply it,
I'll just say it straight up.

JTF wants to keep these
guys on the street,

so they can make
their weapons sting.

Which makes sense, they've been
building it for six months.

And my guess is, they don't give
two cents about a dead cabbie.

Even one who may have died
trying to help them.

Oh, please,
it is not that simple.

What is simple is I got
a murder investigation,

and I got two suspects
I want to talk to.

Fine!

I'll see what I can do.

Not good enough.

- Excuse me?
- When you hired me,

the deal was I make
the tactical calls

and you back me up.

I'm making this call.

Now it's your turn.

Okay.

Okay...

but the terrorism guys
are gonna want

to make the collar.

I'm fine with that.

Baku, by the way.

Live feed incoming.

They got them up in the Bronx.

How did you get Eliot
to agree to this?

I believe you've experienced
my powers of persuasion.

Oh, so you plowed him
with Mai Tais?

What? That's not how I...

- What, you got something?
Officer: - Get out of the car!

Lift your shirt! Turn around!

On your knees! Get down!

Officer:
Hands behind your head!

I need to talk to Webster.

Carrie:
Ooh.

I see you're settling in.

Seems like I never left
these burial grounds.

Well, you're glowing.

Looks like Manhattan
agrees with you.

Oh, yeah, well, it's a whole
different world, you know?

Oh, it is indeed.

The Manhattan dead are a much
better class of cadaver.

I just autopsied
a hedge fund manager,

and his arteries still
reeked of porterhouse.

So, I'm here

about the cab driver, Sajadi.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, okay.

Okay.

The bullet was from
a nine-millimeter.

The projectile entered and hit

the spinal column
and fragmented.

I noted a slight
downward trajectory.

There were no defensive wounds,

uh, which means
he either knew his killer

and exited the cab voluntarily,

or he was taken out at gunpoint.

If there was no struggle,
why the bruise on the forehead?

Now, that was odd because
it's not blunt force trauma

in the strictest sense
of the word.

- Wha - what do you mean?
- The injury

was uniform, so it wasn't
from the butt of a gun

or a pipe or
anything like that.

No blood in the cab either.

Looks like they just pulled him
out and executed him.

Not a place I'd choose
to whack someone.

Lift your shirt!

Turn around!
On your knees! Get down!

Hands behind your head!

Could he have hit his head
on the side of the cab?

You mean a face-plant?

Yeah. Let's say Sajadi
is on his knees,

hands behind his head.

They shoot him,
it propels him forward,

he hits his head on the cab.

- That could cause the injuries, yeah.
- If I'm right,

the position he was in is part

of an American military
detention protocol.

Why would terrorists
waste time detaining him?

They would've just shot him
right in the cab.

So you're saying the killer had
some sort of military training?

I'm saying whoever it is

knew enough to have Sajadi
lift his shirt

so they could check him
for explosives.

I think our guy's a soldier.

A soldier?

Well according to Carrie's theory

whoever killed Bashir Sajadi
put him on his knees

with his hands on his head,

which is why,
when he was shot...

(Gunshot on video)

He couldn't reflexively
brace his fall.

Interesting theory, but at
this point, it's just a cartoon.

Whoa, whoa, whoa... a cartoon?!

No, a cartoon is a series
of drawings, my friend.

This is
a computer-generated,

digital-sequenced animation.

You really
can't compare the two.

Like comparing Pinocchio
to, say, X-Men.

Exactly. All right,
so can I proceed?

Please. Okay. So I talked
to an army attaché

and described
the arrest protocol.

He said the American military
trains its personnel

out in the field to place
a captive on their knees,

with their hands clasped
on their head.

And to have prisoners

lift their shirts to see if
they're wearing a suicide vest.

All right, but anybody could've
learned that protocol.

I thought so, too,
so we checked the bullet.

I got ballistics to trace
the firing pin markings

on the back of the brass shell
and guess what...

The pin most likely came

from a Beretta M9.

Standard issue
for the U.S. Army.

(Gunshot)

Eliot: God, I don't know
which is worse...

having a terrorist on the loose
or accusing one of our own.

I don't know.

Guys, this seems pretty thin.

It's the best theory
we've got right now.

Yeah. If I remember,
yesterday's best theory

was that our two terrorism
suspects were the shooters,

who... we now know

from questioning...
both had alibis.

- Which we never would've known...
- When the feds went in

after the arrests,
they found a weapons stash

and, like, a zillion connections

to other Al-Qaeda
operatives, so...

I kind of look like a genius.

- Oh, you're welcome.
- Thank you.

So you're saying our shooter's
possible U.S. military?

Yes.

(Sighs) We run with this,

there's gonna be push back.

Well, push back
is my middle name.

Actually, it's not.
Your middle name is...

Okay, don't say it.

- Well, it's a lovely name.
- Don't say it.

Al: - Her middle name...
- June 5, 1999.

- Oh, you wouldn't.
- I have two words for you.

Murphy bed.

- Wow.
- Guys...

- Murphy bed. Oh, yeah.
Eliot: - Guys. Guys.

If this is some weird thing

you're doing to make me
so uncomfortable

that I go along with you

just to get you out
of my office, it is working.

I will take your soldier-
as-shooter theory upstairs,

but we got to be
on solid ground.

And all you know for sure,
right now, is the guy

hailed a cab
at 73rd and Broadway.

I mean, look at this.

There's, like, a thousand things
he could've been doing.

For all we know, Mango Dog

could be having a two-for-one
special for vets.

I told you,
I need something solid.

Al:
There's a Mango Dog

on 71st. Mango Dog

is New York.

Carrie:
What's right there

at 73rd and Broadway?

Eliot:
193 W. 73rd.

It's a municipal building.

Do you have a list of tenants?

(Keys clacking)

Eliot:
Veteran's Administration

runs an annex there.
Huh.

Solid enough?

(Indistinct conversations,
phones ringing)

Woman: So this is about one
of our patients?

Yeah. I need you to help me
identify someone, a soldier.

He's a person of interest
in a homicide investigation.

Well, who was the victim?

A cab driver. Bashir Sajadi.

He left behind a wife,
two small children.

I'm sorry.

And all you know is this soldier
served in Afghanistan?

Without other parameters,
I'm not sure I can help you.

Dr. Perkins, how many soldiers
come back from Afghanistan

speaking fluent Pashto?

Well, it generally
takes several tours

to build up
language proficiency.

There's another parameter.

I mean, how many people
in your session yesterday

did several tours
in Afghanistan?

Dr. Perkins, I need your help.

I'm running out of time here.

Please.

There is one man.

- Okay.
- I've been worried about him, actually,

because he's been
destabilizing,

missing sessions.

Uh, Corporal John Curtis.

He had an appointment yesterday.

He came...

but then he walked out.

Why?

John suffers from
Post-Traumatic

Stress Disorder.

Actually,

I'm not sure calling it
a disorder is really accurate.

In fact, I think
there'd be something wrong

if our troops came home and
were not profoundly affected by

their experience.
And in John's case,

a particularly
devastating experience.

What happened?

In his last deployment,
he lost his best friend

to a suicide bomber.

I don't know all the details.

I do know
that that same blast led

to John's traumatic
brain injury.

He was in a coma
for almost a month.

You say you don't know
all the details. Why?

He says he can't remember.

Can't or won't?

John blames himself
for his friend's death.

That guilt is like

a barrier preventing
his recovery.

His amnesia, delusion even,

about the events of that day,
willful or not,

acts like a kind of... of armor

protecting him from the truth.

John forgets in
order to survive.

But only by remembering
can he begin to heal.

What?

No. Nothing.

Uh, well said.

I'm sorry. You said
he-he left the session why?

Well, part of our program
involves random drug testing.

When he arrived, he was told

that he'd have
to leave a urine sample.

Is it possible he was
on drugs yesterday?

Yes.

It's certainly a possibility.

Thank you.

Right back here,
we got the spa.

This right here
is the party bus.

Johnny boy here just got
a love letter from his girl.

She loves him so much.
(Kissing sounds)

All right, you're just jealous
because nobody loves you.

(Chuckles)
You see this fine specimen

standing here before you?
(Curtis laughs)

Back home, I get love every
night of the week, brother.

Soldier:
Moms don't count, Richie.

Curtis: Oh!
(Richie chuckles)

Next time I do your mom,

I'll let her know
you said that.

All right, no, wait.
This is serious here.

I'm making this 'cause
I want everybody back home

to know what
it's really like out here.

What is it really like?

It's like war, bro.

And trust me,

nobody wants to know
what that's like.

He didn't come back the same.

I don't think any of 'em do.

That was him
on his last deployment.

He was very proud
of his service.

And that's Richie,
the buddy he lost?

Uh-huh.

John did four tours,
he lost a lot of friends.

They all did.

But Richie...
That was different.

In what way?

They just really hit it off,

and John just sort of took him
under his wing.

Anyway...

John got hurt bad.

I went to Germany to see him,

and they were giving him
meds for the pain

and meds to help him sleep.

He could never relax
when he came home.

He was always on alert,
always on edge.

And the flashbacks...

he pulled a gun on me once.

He thought I was a Taliban.

After, he-he begged me
to forgive him,

and I told him there-there's
nothing to forgive.

What about a girlfriend?

Oh, he'd been engaged,

but it was too much
for her to handle.

If he's done this,

I know he has to answer for it,

but please, please try

not to hurt him.

He deserves more.

All those boys do.

We'll try.

Mrs. Curtis, we have
a cabdriver's log

that indicates your son
was heading downtown.

Any idea where he was going?

John's mentor lives downtown.

He's like an AA sponsor.

Stan's a Vietnam vet.

He been through what kids like
John are going through now.

Do you have an address for Stan?

Stanley Lewis.

Yeah, I think so.

Um, he lives on, uh, First
Street near Second Avenue.

Um, I can get the, uh,

the exact number.

Remember, we could have
two seasoned combat vets

holed up in there with guns.

We take it nice and slow.

Stanley Lewis?

(Muffled):
Who the hell is out there?!

It's the police, Mr. Lewis.

Please open your door.

What is this?

We're looking for John Curtis.

He's not here.

Al: - Where is he?
- How the hell should I know?

Because we know
he came to see you.

We'd like to have
a look around.

Go ahead in.

Officer:
Clear.

Officer 2:
Back room clear.

- Make yourself at home.
Officer: - All clear!

Officer 3: - Stand by.
- Did you check with the mother?

Murray:
He hasn't shown up.

Lewis:
So what's going on?

I mean, what do you
want with John anyway?

He's a suspect in a murder.

We need to know
if you've seen him.

Whatever he's done,
he needs help.

And none of us want to see
anyone else hurt, right?

I haven't seen him
since last night.

He slept on the couch.

But he was gone when I woke up.

Well, what about earlier?

- What about it?
- Where were you?

- At work.
- People can confirm that?

Yeah, sure, they can confirm it.

Look, what exactly did John do?

He shot a cabdriver; An Afghan.

I knew there was something wrong

when he asked to stay the night.

And you didn't bother
to ask what?

I've seen John like that before.

And when he's like that,

he doesn't want to talk.

He just wants
someplace to feel safe.

But he's never
hurt anyone before.

You have weapons.
We ran your permits.

Everything I got's legal.

Show us.

He broke the lock.

Damn.

What type of weapons
did you have?

An M-16 rifle
and a nine-millimeter.

M-16.

"This is my rifle.

There are many like it,
but this one is mine."

I managed to keep
my service weapons

after I mustered out in '69.

They were the only things
I had that kept me alive.

An assault rifle
and a semiautomatic pistol.

Looks like this guy Curtis is
getting ready

to start his own war.

(Sighs)

Richie:
Right here is the party bus.

Johnny boy here
just got a love letter

from his girl.

She loves him so much.
(Makes kissing sounds)

Curtis: All right, you're just
jealous because nobody loves you.

Richie:
You see this...

(Turns video off)

So?

Where the hell
did you get this?

Oh, it wasn't that hard,
actually.

I mean, assuming
your ex-girlfriend

is an imaging expert
at the Pentagon.

You give her a GPS location

with the exact time and date
of what you're looking for.

Oh, you have a girlfriend
at the Pentagon?

Ex. Yvette. She was
a cheerleader when I knew her.

You dated a cheerleader.
Nice.

Six months, 11 days, and four...
You know what? Forget it.

Now you sound like me.

What's this?

Video surveillance from a drone

the day of Curtis's
suicide bomber.

Jay got it from a
cheerleader at the Pentagon.

There are cheerleaders
at the Pentagon?

It's a long story.

Look at this.

Richie leaves his cover,
but Curtis doesn't.

Al: Why would he
leave his cover?

I don't know,
and Curtis can't remember.

Well, this is the army's

official incident report
on the bombing.

They determined the blast
was triggered by a cell phone.

Yeah, right there.
He must have heard the phone ring.

No. Look, this is what
interests me right here.

See this? Richie's got
this guy on the ground.

Then he leans into the car
like he's looking for something,

then he looks back

to Curtis.

I don't know.

Maybe he's looking
for a weapon?

According to the report,
the next day,

Curtis's unit went looking
for the bomb maker,

only Curtis never got to go.

He's going after Richie's
killers.

Look, he goes to counseling,

he freaks out,
he leaves, gets in a cab.

A cell phone call
set off the bomb,

so, maybe, when the cab driver
got the call from Mo,

it triggered some kind
of flashback?

Right, and suddenly,
he thinks he's face-to-face

with someone he believes

is the enemy.

It's the perfect storm, and
it takes him right back here

to this moment.

Mo's cell phone call.

The suicide bomber got a call

from the guy who built the bomb,
right before the explosion.

What if the call

Sajadi got from Mo
made Curtis think

it was the same thing?

Al:
Moshin Aziz?

Mo:
That's right.

Like to ask you a few
questions about Bashir Sajadi.

He tracks Mo to the flower shop.

The workers there...

They're using
helium tanks, wires,

wire cutters,
and he thinks he's in

a bomb-making factory.

Jay:
But how would he

track Mo down?

He's got the cabby at gunpoint.

He could have forced him
to tell him who called.

We better get to Mo.
Oh, no need.

Logged into an FBI
monitoring system,

pulled this from the bank's
security camera.

Looks like it's business
as usual at Mo's.

They had a delivery van
right here.

I saw the calendar.

Today's the eighteenth.
Mo's got a wedding.

Curtis'll be there.

(Indistinct chatter
and laughter)

(Shouting in Pashto)

Don't move, or I will drop
your ass to the ground!

_

_

_

All of you, out! Now!

(Guests and wedding party
gasping, murmuring anxiously)

Move!

(Sirens blaring,
tires squealing)

(Tires screech)

(Workers and wedding party
shouting)

Woman:
Help, please! He's got a gun!

All right, calm down,
calm down... tell me.

He's got a man inside.

- Who? Who does he have?
- He was setting up the flowers.

We all came inside
for photographs and...

Are-are there any others?

Just the one man.

He told us to get out,
and we ran.

Go with this officer now.
She's going to take care of you.

I've got a squad
at the rear exit

and a team covering the front,

but my guys need
to get eyes on Curtis.

Send in a team with optics

just to find out
what we're dealing with.

Team leader, Blue One.

Blue One, go.

Officer:
Blue One and Two in position.

Team leader:
Blue One, do you have a visual?

Transmitting.

Al:
It's Aziz.

Yeah, and Curtis has rigged him
with explosives.

And the trigger's that
phone in his hand.

Leader, Blue One.
I have a shot.

Negative. Tell him
to hold his position.

He could set that off
with a tap of his finger.

Tell me what you did.

(Speaking in Pashto)

(Shouting in Pashto)

I don't know about any bombs!

Don't you lie to me
or you're dead!

His doctor's on her way.

John forgets
in order to survive.

But only by remembering
can he begin to heal.

We don't have time.

You can't go in there.

Curtis thinks he's got the guy
who killed his friend.

If he doesn't get an answer,
he's gonna kill him.

I can help him
find that answer, Al.

You know I can.

Here.

He's got an M-16
and half a pound of C-4.

If he wants to kill me,
this isn't gonna stop him.

(Sighs)

John Curtis.

Who the hell are you?

My name is Carrie.

I'm not armed.

I'm here to help.
I just want to talk.

No, there's nothing
to talk about.

This son of a bitch
is gonna tell me

how he killed Richie.

He can't tell you that, John.

He can't tell you, because...

he didn't do it;
he wasn't there.

What are you talking about?
This is him.

This is the guy that built
the bomb that killed Richie.

He isn't.

You need to stay back.

I'm not armed.

I'm not armed, okay?

- I just...
- I said stop!

I'm going down, okay?

John...

What you think you're seeing...

it isn't real.

What you remember,
it isn't true.

How do you know?
You weren't there.

But you were, and you can
remember the truth, can't you?

Richie died.

They blew him up.

But what happened
before the explosion?

Richie...

Richie: - I got this.
- broke cover.

Richie, get back here!

I told him no,
but still, he broke cover.

Why?

Why would he do that?

I don't know!

Yes, you do.
You can,

you have to remember.

Why?

Because it's the only way
you're gonna learn the truth.

It happened to me...

John, the same thing.

I...

I lost someone a long time ago.

And I thought I remembered

what happened to them,
and I was wrong.

I want you to look at it.
Just look back, okay?

It's like, um...
watching a movie.

You know, you just...

You look at the images
on the screen... you just...

look at them.

I'm afraid.

You don't have to be afraid.

It's just a memory.

It can't hurt you anymore.

(Sniffling)

Richie left his cover.

Why did he leave his cover?

Curtis:
Richie, get back!

Curtis:
Damn, I'm thirsty.

You thirsty?

About as thirsty as I was

two minutes ago when you asked.

Man, this blows.
Where did those guys go?

Be here soon.

It's like the inside
of my mouth is all stuck.

Don't got any water on you?

There's no more water, bro.

But that's fine.

Let's just ride it out.

We'll be fine.

You see this?
We got a local.

Damn it, they're not stopping.

(Two gunshots)

The road was closed.

Our orders were not
to let anyone pass.

Road's closed! Get back!

Get back!

(Speaking Pashto)

_

What the hell are they doing?

I don't know.
I'm gonna go check it out.

No, no, no. We have
orders to stay put.

Only Richie didn't listen.

Just be cool, bro.
It's just two guys, okay?

Richie, don't!
I got this.

Richie!

Richie, get back here!

(Echoing):
Richie, I'm serious!

Why did Richie leave his cover?

- What happened?
- I don't know.

I swear, I swear,
I don't... I don't know.

But he-he put... he...

He put some guy on the ground.

Richie, get back here!
I'm serious!

Richie?!

Richie: Hands up
where I can see 'em.

And that's when it blew up.

It blew up after that.

No, you're wrong.

What happened after
he put the guy on the ground?

I told you, I don't know!

He went back to the car,
and he leaned in the window.

No.

Yes.

Yes, and then he looked at you.

No!

Richie!

What are you seeing?

No.

(Laughs)

(Musical ringtone playing)

(Distorted):
No!

No.

(Crying):
No.

It was water.

He got me water.

I wanted water.

He went and got me some water.

Hey, John, it's not your fault.

None of this
is your fault, okay?

(Crying):
I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

On your knees!
Get down on your knees!

Don't move.
Hands behind your head.

You're gonna be okay.
All right?

You were brave enough

to remember and find the truth.

You're gonna be okay,
I promise you.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Interesting decision,

going in against a guy with
a bomb and a gun, unarmed.

A big... big gun.

Yeah, so I heard.

Probably should have
called or something, huh?

Yeah. Or an e-mail.

(Laughs)
(Laughs) Thought you should know,

I'm putting you up
for a blue bar, Medal of Valor.

That-that is... not necessary.

That decision is
above your pay grade, detective.

Okay.

Well, it's good
for fund-raising, huh?

Look, I'm trying
to build something special here,

something we can
all be proud of,

and tonight,
I could not be more proud.

Medal of Valor, huh?
I saw the memo.

(Sighs) It's impressive.

- Yes, but it wasn't my idea.
- Mm-hmm.

It was Eliot's idea.
(Laughs)

You realize what you did was
way outside the rule book.

Yeah, I do.

I'm beginning to realize,

you sort of got your
own rule book, don't you?

I do.
(Laughs)

I asked my guy at the FBI
if he could pull some strings

to get Mrs. Sajadi and her kids
their green cards.

Well, I have a feeling

that's way outside
the rule book.

Yup.
(Laughs)

Hi.

Hey.

(Clears her throat)

Did you hear about my blue bar?

I heard a rumor about that.

Congratulations.

What happens to Curtis now, Al?

(Clicks tongue, sighs)

Four combat tours.

That's a lot to ask of anyone,

much less a 24 year old.

I guess where there's life,
there's hope, huh?

He watched his best friend die.

Mm.

Sometimes our worst memories
have a way

of making us forget
our best ones, right?

That does not seem
like a fair trade, does it?

Speaking of...

June 5, 1999.

Really?

A Saturday night, as I recall.

Just... you should just
let this one go.

That Murphy bed was actually
pretty comfortable.

Yeah.

It was really comfortable
until you flipped it up

into the wall
with us inside of it.

Ouch.

That's not what you said
at the time.

That is what I said.

Are you actually
challenging my memory?

I'm challenging your memory.

I said, "Ouch," and then...?

- Distinctly recall...
- I recall something, too.

A kind of yell.
(Laughs)

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