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[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Cold enough out here
for you guys?

That's why they
call it Canada.

I'm gonna need to take a look.

Yeah. No problem.

Business as usual?

Same old slog.

Just wanna make it home
for breakfast.

Okay. Drive safe.

♪ ♪

Right on time.

There was a wreck
up by Albany.

Otherwise, no traffic at all.

[gunshot]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Let's get this truck unloaded.

- Hey.
- Hey.

So we find out today
if you get

the Sustained
Distinguished Service Award.

I'm flattered,
but like I said last week,

you really should have
nominated somebody else.

You've earned it
this year alone,

never mind the previous--

What, quarter century?

Ouch.
Is that accurate?

Mm-hmm.

It is.

Well, I'll tell you what,
I'm really feeling those years

every morning,
getting out of bed. [groans]

Yeah, well, yoga helps.

Sincerely, you know,
I appreciate it.

There's plenty more
deserving agents,

and if I'm being honest,
I have made some bad choices

over the years.

Join the club.

[phone buzzes]

Truck driver was shot dead
in Rockland County.

Came out of Canada last night,
so it becomes transnational.

We get the handle.
Let's get Tiffany over there.

I'll fire up the JOC.

[suspenseful music]

- Hey. Thank you.
- Hey.

Local birdwatcher
was out here, found him.

Once we saw the manifest,

we knew he'd come
across the border,

so we called you guys.

Thanks.

Looks like a single kill shot.

The casing's still lying with
the body where we found it.

Let's get this casing bagged

and dust the inside and outside
of the box truck.

Okay, so we have two sets
of footprints

heading back and forth
multiple times,

and they stop
somewhere around here.

And then there's
a new set of tire tracks

that lead out this way.

Okay, so they must have been
transferring some sort of load

to another vehicle.
- Yeah.

But why out here?

Think drugs?

Any luck?

Traces of cayenne pepper
and coffee grounds.

Okay.

Smugglers use them
to confuse the dogs.

Thank you.

Vince Duggan.

Formerly of Bay Ridge, Brooklyn.

I'll call it in.

Vince Duggan, blue-collar guy

with a wife and kid out
in Brooklyn.

No record to speak of.

Gets involved in smuggling,
winds up dead.

Questions--how, why,
and most importantly, by whom?

Jordan, I hear DEA
has something on this guy.

What do you know?

Duggan popped up
on our radar back in 2019.

An informant pinned him
as a part-time courier

running drugs
for the Fernandez cartel.

Yeah, I bet
not too many truck drivers

get wire transfers.

Half a dozen last week
for 8,000 and change each,

totaling 50,000.

Cash went through his
checking account at Apple Bank.

Can we track that money?

Well, it came from an account
in the Canary Islands--

established last week,
closed down yesterday.

Pop-up offshore financing,

speaks to a level
of sophistication.

All right, so what
are we looking at here?

A drug deal gone bad?

Maybe the traffickers
don't wanna pay the balance,

cheaper to shoot
the courier dead?

Okay, so we are talking
about drugs.

Any idea what kind?

Past year, we've seen a big
increase in fentanyl

flowing south from Canada.
- I hope you're wrong.

Manifest shows there was
over 1,000 pounds of cargo

in that truck
when it crossed the border.

Two milligrams
of fentanyl is a lethal dose.

I'm no mathematician, but we
need to make sure a half a ton

of this stuff does not
hit our streets.

Where are we
with the widow's interview?

She's gonna come in
for the interview.

She works at a thrift shop
over on Broadway

and doesn't want
the FBI coming to her job.

This past week,
he's been a little standoffish.

I thought he was--well.

Back when we first got married,
he was seeing someone else.

And I thought he was
up to his old tricks,

so I followed him.

Okay.
And what did you find out?

Nothing romantic.

He just met some guy
in a blue van.

What kind of van?
Like a minivan?

No, like, um, a cargo type.

So I confronted him.
He said it was a side job.

He just wanted to make sure
that he could make enough money

so our son could go to college.

Did you get a good look
at the guy Vince met?

Height, build?

No. No, I didn't see.
He never got out of the van.

Okay, can you tell us

anything else
about this meeting?

Where and when?

Um, it was Tuesday.

It was right after noon
at a gas station in Red Hook,

across from a CVS.

Okay, I have Duggan waiting

at the gas station
in a red SUV.

Okay. Yeah, yeah.

Here comes the blue cargo van.

Let's see if we
can find that driver.

All right.

Okay, there he is.
Who is that man?

Let's see.

Okay, Omar Hassan, 30s.

Eyes up, folks.

He's got a couple of arrests

for smuggling untaxed
cigarettes interstate, assault.

He's got a warrant out
for an old smuggling case too.

All right, looks like
he could be our killer.

Let's get Maggie and OA
over there now.

Right.

♪ ♪

Omar Hassan,
you're under arrest!

[grunts]

Get up!

I've got a 9-millimeter.

Hey, this is arak--

Middle Eastern liquor.

Maybe he was drinking
with his partner in crime.

Could be our other set
of footprints

from the murder scene.

Let's bag the glasses.

Take a look at your handiwork.

Never saw that guy.

Well, that's you
and that guy.

We matched the shell casing
from the murder

to your 9-millimeter.

I'm assuming when we
get into your phone,

we'll be able to nail you
to the crime scene.

Hassan.

Hey!

So unless you help us
ID your partner

and tell us where
the drugs are,

it's gonna be
the long goodbye for you,

do you understand?

[speaking Arabic]

If you have a case
against me, make it.

I'm done talking.

Get my lawyer.

Okay, so we have Hassan,
we have the murder weapon,

and we have proof that he met
with the victim,

which means we have
a decent murder case,

but it gets a lot better

if we can place him
at the crime scene.

So where are we on the phone?
- Uh, encrypted.

Standard issue for a guy
moving a half ton of drugs,

but I think I can beat it.

So get cracking.

We need GPS pinning Hassan in
Rockland County this morning.

Hey.

I got a hit on the prints
at Hassan's apartment.

Mustafa Samir.

This guy is as hardcore
as it gets.

Samir was born in Queens
and moved to Libya after 9/11,

where he was radicalized.

He has been named
in numerous bombing attacks

on American personnel overseas.

His attacks are sophisticated
and ruthless.

All right,
time to shift focus.

This isn't about drugs.

It's about bombs.

[tense music]

All right, people, the threat
level just rose exponentially.

Our suspicions about
the payload were confirmed.

We ran a bomb-sniffing canine
through Duggan's truck

and she lit up
like a Christmas tree,

so let's figure out
what we are dealing with

before it goes boom.

The explosives
came from Canada.

Any leads from the Great North?

1,000 pounds
of Dynex explosives

was stolen from a tunnel
construction site

in Ontario last week--
20 50-pound boxes.

Well, that matches
the 1,000 pounds of weight

missing from Duggan's truck,
so that adds up.

So we're working
under the assumption

that Samir is here
with bad intentions,

and that he has the material
to pull off those intentions.

We're gonna need
NYPD's help on this.

Yeah, I already looped in
their counterterrorism bureau.

Mm, ADIC wants Jubal and I
down the street

at a Homeland Security briefing.

Okay, well, in our absence,
pull footage

from every square inch of this
city until we find this bomb.

I'm on my phone.

Hey!

The mighty Jubal Valentine.

Jack.
What's going on, man?

Good to see you.
- Great to see you.

PC just detailed me
to your office.

All right.

Special Agent
in Charge Castille?

Jack Lombardo.
Great to finally meet you.

I've heard good things
sung from on high.

Well, we are glad to have you
and the NYPD on board.

- Yeah.
- Are you kidding?

The minute I heard
it was Samir,

I requested the assignment.

You know Samir?

Yeah. Jubal does too.

What? What do you mean?

You remember the Libyan guy
that we chased up

onto the rooftops
out in Brooklyn

four or five days
after the towers came down?

He fell trying to jump
to the next building.

Yeah.
Okay, so--

Yeah, so Samir
is that dead guy's son.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Well, that would certainly
give him solid motivation

to become a terrorist.

Yeah, well, let's hope
this dog and pony show briefing

doesn't get in the way
of catching the bad guy.

Hey, listen.

Ian cracked Hassan's phone.

It looks like he
can get us GPS.

Let me handle
the security briefing.

You two continue the chase.

[suspenseful music]

It's good to be back
in business with you, man.

Let's catch
this son of a bitch.

All right,
ladies and gentlemen,

this is Detective First Grade
Jack Lombardo,

the NYPD's expert
in radical jihadism.

He will be aiding us in our
search for the terrorists

out to attack our city.

He's also an old friend
and colleague,

so let him know
where the good coffee is kept.

Ian, let 'er rip.

Phone's GPS confirms
Hassan was at the location

where Duggan was murdered.

Do you know where he went
after the murder?

To a restaurant/
billiards hall

in Bay Ridge called Murzuk.

Owner is Ahmed Khan.

And--looks like he stayed
there for two hours.

My father used to take
us there when we were kids.

They have an arcade
and good Middle Eastern food.

I had my 11th birthday there,
believe it or not.

Really?

All right, well, if Hassan and
presumably Samir went straight

to Khan's restaurant
directly after killing Duggan,

it had to be
for a reason, right?

And it wasn't the, uh--the
nine-ball and garlicky hummus.

Yeah, well,
ICE has an open case on Khan

for providing fake green cards.

That could be something
we could use.

You're familiar
with the place.

Why don't we, uh, send you in?

You can poke around,
see if there's a connection

between Samir and Khan.

♪ ♪

Sounds good to me.

- You scumbag murderer.
- What do you want?

You're the reason
for all of this.

Get this guy out of my face.

Wait, you know--
you know this guy, Hassan?

I've been chasing
these guys since before 9/11.

We might have crossed paths.

It's hard to keep track.

Yeah.

9/11 does seem like
a few lifetimes ago.

Yeah, well, not for me.

I don't like sharing this,
but, uh--

Joanne has Ground Zero cancer.

Bad.

Jack, I had no idea.
I'm so sorry.

It is what it is.

But it's 9/11 for me
every damn day.

Yeah.

Hey. How we doing?

He's good to go--
wired for light and sound.

All right. Here you go.

All right, OA,
once we're in there,

we're looking for any sign of
Samir or the explosives, okay?

If you don't see either, then
look for any illegal activity.

Entrap him if you have to.

Any hook we can sink helps.

Entrap him?

Oh, relax.
I didn't mean it literally.

It's just the--
the clock is ticking.

Yeah, the clock is ticking,

but we're gonna go ahead
and honor the Constitution.

Oh, it's like that, is it?
He used to be a lot more fun.

Okay, well, we have
a sneak-and-peek warrant,

so go where you need to go.

And do what you need to do.

But we need leverage on Khan
to get answers from Samir.

All right?
[phone rings]

We can't let these, uh--

these people succeed again.

Sorry, it's my--
my wife's nurse.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

When did you work
with him again?

Uh, after 9/11, actually.

We were assigned the same
multiagency task force.

I don't know, Jubal.
He seems a little--

He's a great cop, OA.

And a really good guy.

He's just, uh--he's going
through a lot right now.

Ready?
- Yeah.

Okay.

You know, I--
I like this OA kid. He's solid.

I love that we have young
Muslims joining the cause.

Back in the day...
[laughs]

It was mostly a bunch
of lapsed Catholics

trying to figure out something
that was beyond us.

Yeah, back in the day, we had
to play a lot of catch-up.

It was a tough stretch.

Didn't know
what was coming next.

I remember fighter jets
screaming over Manhattan.

I remember days without sleep.

I remember a lot of funerals.

Oh man, the funerals.

I went to 64 funerals
by Christmas that year.

And that wasn't even
the worst of it.

The worst of it was,
no matter what,

I was always expecting
that next attack.

Bomb behind every door.

Truth is,
we never found much.

Thank God.

You know what,
I could never figure out

why Samir's father
tried to escape.

[pensive music]

I went back through my files.

No priors.

Really seems like
this guy was just

a local merchant
looking for a better life.

You know?

Yeah.

Well, it is what it is.

Yeah. Okay. Here we go.

Salaam alaikum.

Alaikum salaam.

Can I do some arak?

- Sure.
- Please.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

You haven't changed a bit.

I used to come here
when I was a kid, with my dad.

I'm just, uh, happy that
you guys are still open.

Me too.

You don't remember me,
do you?

My family moved
to Detroit in '97.

My uncle got Baba a job
at the Ford factory.

Oh.
Family looking out for family.

I like that.

Family's everything, right?

That's the truth.

No.
You got rid of the arcade.

Ah, too many kids
were skipping school,

causing too much trouble.

Contrary to that,
I think you're the reason

why I stayed out of trouble.

How so?

Well, whenever me
and my sister

would get a good report card,

my dad would bring us here
for your basbousa.

He said it was worth
the drive from Queens.

[chuckles] Wow.

Well, I'm glad we were
such a positive influence

on your studies.

Speaking of family, um,
maybe you can help my cousin.

I hear you have a reputation
for helping fellow immigrants,

and her, um--

her student visa's expired.

And you know, with ICE, she's
scared to leave the house,

and a green card would
be a game changer.

I know it's asking a lot.

You're kind of my only option.

♪ ♪

He has a security system--

camera behind the bar
and the back wall.

It's not coming up
on our scan,

so the system must be
a closed circuit.

All right, well, that means

we need to find
that hard drive.

If we can prove Samir
was there today,

then we can leverage the hell
out of Khan.

Odds are, he's involved.

[grunts] You know what, OA?

I'm gonna walk you
in a mirroring device.

You need to find the CPU
and download the footage, yeah?

♪ ♪

Write down your name,
your number,

and your cousin's name.

Thank you.

You check out,
maybe there'll be some help.

Hey. Can I get a menu?

- Sure.
- Thank you.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

Uh, the bathroom?

Oh, same place it was
in 1997.

You know, I do remember you.

You look just like your father.

Let me do the shawarma plate,
extra tahini.

And uh, you should get
the, uh, kibbeh nayeh.

Best in the city.
- Okay.

You need to find
that system fast, kid.

On it.

♪ ♪

All right, got these...

Come on, kid. Get it done.

Got it.

Okay. I'm in.

And downloading now.

All right,
so let me ask you this--

what's better here,
the kebab or kibbeh?

Uh, for you, maybe the kebab.

- The usual damage.
- All right.

I'll go to my office
and get you a check.

All right, think it over.
I'll be right back.

I just need two minutes.

Uh, guy, I'm sorry.
I know what I want.

I'm actually gonna go ahead
and get the kibbeh nayeh.

Okay, you know
that's raw lamb?

I do, and I'm looking forward
to eating it.

This qualifies as
exigent circumstances.

Tuck the whole computer
under your arm

and go out the damn window
if you have to.

I'm almost there. 63%.

Come on, come on, come on.

- Oh. All right.
- Here you go.

And if I could get the rest
of the stuff to go, please.

- I need to get paid.
- I'll go get your check.

[whispering] He's on his
way back to the office.

[groans] Done. Got it.

♪ ♪

Uh, you're out of
paper towels, bub.

Okay.

All right. Enlighten us.

Was Samir with Hassan at
Khan's restaurant this morning?

It looks like Samir
and Hassan arrived at 8:14 a.m.

and left the premises at 10:22.

All right, so one of the
world's most wanted terrorists

just stops by for a meal?

Food wasn't that good.

Can we pick up
any exterior cameras,

see how they got to and fro?

Nothing that gets
a clean shot of the front

or back of the restaurant.

We need to pick up Khan.

We don't have
any probable cause,

detective, so for what?

A thousand-pound bomb
is in the hands of a guy

who's damn good
at maximizing damage.

Watching Khan sling falafel

while hundreds die
cannot be an option.

If you're worried about
the legality of it,

I'll make the collar as NYPD,
save you guys the heat.

No, that won't be necessary.
Thank you.

Let's bring him in.

Okay, but for what, Isobel?

Officially, for providing

material support
to a terrorist.

And unofficially, for being
our single best option

at stopping a bomb.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Ahmed Khan!

Hey!
- [yells]

- Go around the other side!
- Yeah!

[grunts]

♪ ♪

Hey!

Mr. Khan, you're under arrest.

I'm a businessman,
nothing more.

Hmm, so why'd you run?

Well, some of my business
is, uh, well--

frankly, off the books.

Might get me in some trouble.

So you thought
you could run from us?

And then what?
What was your plan after that?

I don't think you appreciate
the impression the FBI makes

when you roll up on someone.

Tell us about
your guests this morning.

I run a restaurant.
I have many guests.

So you're gonna stonewall us
while your friend Samir

is out here plotting to kill
as many New Yorkers as he can?

♪ ♪

He came with Hassan.

Said he was gonna move
to New York, looking for work.

He needed a green card.

I'm known to help
fellow immigrants.

Well, he's a killer.

And you're a liar.

I don't know anything about
terrorists, I swear to you.

And I have nothing more to say.

I want a lawyer.

What do we know, Mr. Lim?

I was able to hack
into Khan's smartwatch,

which, lucky for us,
has excellent GPS capabilities.

And how can that
lead us to Samir

and his 1,000 pounds
of explosives?

Tracking Khan's movements
today--this morning,

he was at a commercial building
in Red Hook

just about an hour after we
saw Samir and Hassan

leave Khan's restaurant.

And that location overlays

with the data
from Hassan's cell.

He turned it off
but was three blocks

from that building when he did.

All right,
let's assume all three

were at that location
this morning.

All right, get SWAT
and bomb techs over there now.

♪ ♪

We found the van. It's empty.

- Clear.
- Take a look.

Boxes are empty.

So the bomb's been built.

And out in the world.

♪ ♪

Based on all this gear--

blasting caps, walkie talkies
set to specific frequencies--

this bomb will be activated
once it gets into place,

with one walkie being attached
to the explosive

and the other being used
as a triggering device.

He's likely looking
to get some distance

and then
detonate this remotely.

Just like the ISIS bombers
in Iraq.

What do you got, Scola?
- Thermal printer.

Used to make scannable IDs, credentials.

Hey, guys.

Come check this out.

[suspenseful music]

Samir could have taken
these out of his car

to make room for a bomb.

Ford, seats this big--

I'm guessing they belong
to an Expedition.

So it looks like we have
a weaponized Ford Expedition.

What else can we say?
- Yeah, it's a 2005 to 2008.

Factory color match means
we're looking at cobalt black,

slate gray,
or charcoal beige metallic.

Any luck finding
that Ford Expedition

on the traffic cams
near the building?

Nothing yet, but there are
very few cameras in that area.

Yeah, well, keep digging.
We need eyes on that vehicle.

All right,
so tell me about this,

uh, thermal printer we found.
- State of the art.

Broad capabilities
in secure identifications,

the kinds that have scannable
bar codes and holograms.

Memory was wiped clean.
- Right.

So this tells us that Samir
is not just gonna roll up

and set off a bomb.

He's going after a hard target,

something that these IDs
will grant him access to.

Yeah, it's most likely

a private underground
parking facility.

Anything public, you wouldn't
need a security pass.

Let's identify
possible targets

that use those types
of scannable IDs

to grant access
to underground parking.

On it.

All right,
and just so we're clear,

this has potential to be
the largest terrorist attack

on the homeland since 9/11.

[tense music]

It's time to protect our city.

Let's throw everything we have
at stopping Samir.

Hey.

We just got the
fingerprints back

from the building in Red Hook.

Okay.

Khan's were on
the transfer printer

and on the door
of the building.

More signs of his complicity.

Let me take a swing at him.

I can try something different,

see if I can find some,
uh, common ground.

But his attorney arrived
20 minutes ago.

So we're gonna need some
bargaining power in there.

- What did you have in mind?
- Queen for a day.

We're negotiating
with terrorists now?

We use small fish to catch
bigger fish all the time.

Yeah, it's a strong idea.

I'll get the AUSA
to sign off on it.

Hey.

Just don't waste time
playing nice.

You don't need to say a word.

I'm not here as an FBI agent.

I'm here as a fellow Muslim.

[chuckles] Agent Zidan,
we are not fools.

I just need to paint a few
realities for your client.

I don't want--

Let him speak.

Thank you.

What I remember the most about
your place when I was a kid

was how proud my father was
of someone like you...

Of a fellow immigrant,
a fellow Arab,

a fellow Muslim,
owning his own business.

A genuine American dream.

[pensive music]

♪ ♪

That was not long after 9/11,

when every single person
looked at us like we did it.

You remember that?

It was a terrible time.

I went from being a Boy Scout

and a Little League first baseman

to being a likely suspect

because of how I look,
because of who I am.

♪ ♪

We have your fingerprints, okay?

Um, we can place you
at the location

when the bomb was being built.

If that bomb goes off,

Mr. Khan, you're never
gonna see

or touch your family again, ever.

Okay, and you're the only
person who can change that.

So you need to do
what is right for them,

for you, and for this city
that I know we both love.

But we are out of time,

and I know you do not
wanna be the reason

why every Muslim in this city
is a suspect again.

♪ ♪

It's because of my family
that I did anything for Samir.

So Samir threatened you?

Yes.

My--my family's back in Libya,
visiting relatives.

Hassan came with a photo
of my wife and children.

One phone call,
we can get them to the embassy

and flown out here, so you can
have lunch with them tomorrow.

Agent Zidan, my client--

Queen for a day.

What's this queen?

It means that anything
you say in this interrogation,

anything you say to me,
cannot be used

to charge you with a crime.

But you can
still be prosecuted

based on other evidence.

Yes, but if you help us
get Samir,

I will do everything
in my power

to make sure you walk away.

And you have my word.

♪ ♪

I got him the building
and the printer, that's all.

I didn't know anything
about the bomb

until I saw the boxes.

Okay.
Where is he gonna set it off?

I don't know.

You had to have
heard something.

You were with them today.

Mr. Khan, anything helps. Anything.

All he said
was that it would be

in the shadow
of the World Trade Center,

that he wanted to kill
as many cops as possible.

Okay. What about the car?

The Ford Expedition?

Yes. Yes, I got him that too.

Okay.
Year, plate, uh, color?

It's a--it's a Ford, 2006,
Jersey plates.

I have a picture on my phone.

[speaking Arabic]

Downtown, cops.

And there's a dozen
viable targets, right?

Khan said he hates cops.

Center Street.
It's gotta be One Police Plaza.

There's a community
service ceremony there today.

There will be
a lot of civilians.

All right.
I'll call the commissioner.

We've gotta evacuate
the building.

You heard her.

One Police Plaza
is 300 yards from here.

Go.

[tense music]

Okay, Samir entered
the garage seven minutes ago.

Bomb tech says he has
to activate the bomb

and then needs time
to get clear.

Oh, we don't have time
for this.

Hey, Jack. Jack!

Damn.

Samir is in the garage
with the bomb.

We need to evacuate
this building now.

I'm going in.

♪ ♪

All right, let's go.
Come on, keep moving.

- Thank you. Hurry. Hurry!
- Come on, let's go.

Let's go. Hurry up, please.
Get out.

Go. Right this way.

[distant yelling and grunting]

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Get the walkie, Jubal!

Get the walkie!

[grunts]

Get up! Get back!

[gunshots]

Easy, easy, easy.
We think this is the trigger.

Secure this.

Samir's loose in the building
and armed.

Let's go.

Go.

[panicked chatter]

♪ ♪

Right there. Out of the way!

Clear the exit!

I got Samir,
northwest corner.

Get down! Samir!
Drop the gun!

On the ground, right now.
Please, right now.

No, no, no. Put the gun down.

Put it--

Back off, or I'll kill her!

Watch out.
Move, move, move!

♪ ♪

It's over, Samir.
Drop the gun.

Everyone back or she dies!

Drop the gun, now!

Everyone back!

[tense music]

♪ ♪

We can't change what happened
to your father that night.

But you get to choose
how this ends.

Don't you dare
mention his name.

But he wouldn't
want this, Samir.

You know that.

He wasn't a violent man.

Please, put the gun down
and let her go.

♪ ♪

My father was a shopkeeper.

He loved your country.

And you--

You dropped him off a roof.

You killed him, and you
destroyed my family.

Your father fell.

Liar!

Me and Hassan
were on the rooftop.

My father told us to hide.

We saw you
hang him from the roof,

and you let go.

You let him go!

It's a hell of a story.

If only it were true.

True or not, you need
to drop the gun, now.

Put the gun down
and you can still walk away.

Target acquired.

No, no, no, no, no, no.
Wait, wait.

- Take the shot.
- No, wait. Wait!

- Shoot this prick!
- No, no, no, not--

He killed my father!

♪ ♪

Your partner is crooked.

He killed my father.

He killed my father!

Is the bomb secure?

Affirmative.
Bomb deactivated.

That was close.

Yeah, too close.

The sniper should have
taken him out.

What was Samir talking about?

Samir was there when his father
fell off the roof?

Oh, he's making stuff up
to justify the fact

he's a mass killer.

- Good.
- Hey.

Why don't we, uh,
go have a cocktail, catch up?

Like the old days.

Yeah, that sounds good.

Why don't we go
to the Old Town?

- Good. See you there.
- Yeah.

[apprehensive music]

♪ ♪

Hey.

What's going on?

Um, I went back in
with Hassan,

and his story matches
Samir's about what happened

on the rooftop in 2001,
detail for detail.

Okay, um,

I--I mean, look,
we got two terrorists

besmirching one of
the most decorated cops

in NYPD history.
[stammers]

This is
the medical examiner's report.

It's pretty cut and dry,

consistent
with a five-story fall,

except for the pressure bruises
around his ankles.

His ankles?

It's consistent with what
Hassan and Samir described--

Samir Sr. being dangled
over that courtyard.

The NYPD report, the DD5s--

they were signed by a detective
from the 114th.

So Jubal, did you guys
even file a report?

No.
We were a snatch team.

We didn't dot Is and cross Ts.

Anything went sideways,
the local precinct cops

would pick up the pieces,
and we'd move on

to the next grab.

So dead immigrants
were just bagged and tagged?

♪ ♪

[sighs]

It was 2001.

♪ ♪

Hey. You want a shot?

Uh, soda water
with lime, please.

Club soda with lime?

What happened to six shots
of tequila

and let's ride Valentine?

[chuckles] There's a lot
of things I don't do anymore.

Thank you.

Well, here's to taking down
a real bad guy.

Mm.

And--and we owe you
for running into that garage,

as dumb as it was.

Oh, look who's talking.
You were right behind me.

So listen.

- Mm?
- Just a heads up.

OA talked to Samir and Hassan,
and, uh,

and they're sticking
to their claim

about how Samir's father died.

So what, are we taking
the word of terrorists now?

How things change.

OA is kind of convinced.

[sighs] Ah.

Agent Zidan
changes teams now, huh?

Back to his roots.
- That's not fair.

OA's a great agent.

But are you sure
where his loyalties lie?

I took a look
at the M.E.'s report.

Come on.

The guy jumped off a roof.

He thought he was Superman.

How am I to blame for that?

The thing that stuck out
in the report...

Ah.

Uh, was--was the pressure
bruises on his ankles.

His ankles?

Because that's what
both those guys said--

that you dangled Samir's dad
off the roof by his legs.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Yeah, well, it's not like
they could prove anything,

even if it was true.

Yeah.

So I got a little aggressive.

We were at war.

Our city was under attack.

That's right.

We did what we had to do.

So maybe I dangled
the scumbag off the roof.

Hey.

You killed him.

That was just part of the job.

To the old days.

[glasses clink]
- Right back at you.

You know what, Jubal?

I don't regret a thing.

You blow up my city,
and that results

in me dropping you off a roof.

Payback's a bitch.

And so is gravity.

♪ ♪

Are you wearing a wire
on me, Jubal?

Jack Lombardo,
you are under arrest

for the murder of Ali Samir.

You son of a bitch.

And what now, hmm?

You're gonna make it
so my wife dies alone,

so you can feel better
about yourself,

you sanctimonious Fed prick?

Jubal!

♪ ♪

You okay?

[apprehensive music]

♪ ♪

Okay. Let's go.

You did the right thing.

And for what it's worth,
I got an email this afternoon.

You are getting the
Distinguished Service Award,

and you should be proud.

Yeah. I'm not.

♪ ♪

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]