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- In the nation's
largest city,

the vicious and violent
members of the underworld

are hunted by the detectives

of the Organized Crime
Control Bureau.

These are their stories.

- I thought we agreed

we weren't gonna
do this again.

- We did.

[dramatic music]

- Artificially intelligent
policing isn't the future.

It's already here.

- He's integrating
his system into ours.

You don't have to like it.
- Good, 'cause I don't.

- I just refuse
to be a burden.

- We already discussed this.
You're staying here with me.

- I don't need you.

I need your brother.

Where is Randall?

[suspenseful music]

* *

all:
In the name of God,

the most merciful,

the most compassionate.

Praise be to God.

- Our Father who art--

who art--what's "who art" mean?

Our father who--damn!

[screams]

- What's going on?
What's the matter?

- Our father who art,
what does "who art" mean?

Who art--
- In heaven.

Who art--

- Oh, art in heaven.

Oh, of course.

Who art in heaven.

both:
Hallowed be thy name.

all: The compassionate
and merciful

King of the day of reckoning.

both:
Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done
on Earth as it is in heaven.

all: Guide us
onto the right path,

the path of those
you have blessed.

- Give us this day...

- Give us this day...

both: Our daily bread
and forgive us--

- You do it.

- Our trespasses as we forgive
those who trespass against us.

all: Not of those against whom
there is anger,

nor of those who are misguided.

both: And lead us not
into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

Amen.

* *

[gunshot, glass shatters]

[tense music]

* *

* *

- Tensions run high
as five are killed

in what authorities
are calling a hate crime.

Authorities are believed
to have a suspect in custody.

The mayor's office is holding
a press conference shortly.

* *

[line trilling]

- What do you want?

- Yeah, hey.

- It's been a long time.

- Uh, yeah.

- What do you want?

- Uh, Mom wants to see you.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Um, don't expect that
she's gonna recognize you.

She's, you know,
kinda in and out.

- Right.

Ah, it just so happens
I got some business

to attend to in the city.

I'll catch a plane.

- When?

- I'll let you know.

* *

- Morning.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Hey.

- Cold place
to spend the night.

Is everything all right?

- Yeah, yeah. You?

- I meant at home.

- I'm fine. We're good.

* *

- Looks like you're not
the only one who didn't

make it home last night.

Hi, kids.

What are we doing?

- Prepping for the 10:00 a.m.
AI briefing.

- AI, Artificial Intelligence.

- Stabler.

Officer Bashir,
this is Detective Stabler,

the man you came to see.

- Sir, it's an honor.

- At ease.

What can I do for you, Officer?

- Officer Bashir is with
the Hate Crimes unit.

- You got your hands full
this morning.

- Unfortunately, I'm not
on the mosque bombing case.

My CO assigned me
to other duties.

- Why is that?

- She felt this one
was too personal.

- Is it?
- Couldn't be more.

My wife was in the building
at the time.

- Oh, my God, is she all right?

- Luckily she was next door
in our community center.

Stacy and I are members
at the mosque.

- He's convinced this attack
wasn't a hate crime

but a cover up
for a larger conspiracy.

A case for us--
for you, in particular.

- Well, what do you mean?
Why for me?

- Well, because, sir,
you know the difference

between following the rules
and doing the right thing, sir.

- Enough with the sirs.
- Oh, sorry, sir.

Sorry, old habits die hard.

- Officer, I need to know
why you think this is a case

for us and not Hate Crimes.

- Because of the victim
who was targeted.

- There were victims, plural.

- Yes, we lost one sister
and three brothers

from our community.
- So who was targeted?

- Well, the fifth casualty.

Imam Kasi, our spiritual leader
and my friend and mentor.

- Why would he
have been targeted?

- I'm not sure.

But I know what I believe
is right.

- Not sure is not enough
for me to poach

a case from Hate Crimes.

Who's your CO?

- Captain Shah.

- Naz Shah?

- Yes, ma'am.

Sorry.

- You know her?

- Oh, yeah. Old frenemy.

- Copy that.

- So does Captain Shah
wanna ask for our assistance?

- Absolutely not.
- Mm.

That's what I thought.

Well, you have your answer.

[suspenseful music]

- Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

Thank you for your time.

- Where'd you serve?

- Afghanistan, two tours.

Helmand Province
and then Kabul.

- Tough.

- It still is, sir.

- That was odd.

- Meaning what?

- He's going out on a limb
behind his CO's back,

risking his career based on
nothing more than his feeling?

- Yeah, well, odd or not,
there's already

Hate Crimes, Homicide,
Arson and Explosions,

and I heard the Feds
are poking around down there.

So they don't need us.

- Yeah.

- Ready when you are.

- There's an AI briefing.

- Oh, good.

- So as part of the mayor's
Data-Driven Police Initiative--

- DDPI.
- Right, the DDPI.

We are supposed to do what is
delightfully called

Periodic Team Incident Reviews.

- PTIRs.
- Okay.

- Well, let's start
with what we are calling

the Bobtail versus Pedestrian
Modality.

Now, it's based on
an incident that happened

during the Los Santos case.

- The IRP analyzed all data
from the incident,

including video footage,
witness testimony, skid marks,

even the weather,
and used it to create

an interactive 3D reenactment.

- The point being
to extrapolate

any other possible outcomes.

- So what are your conclusions?

- Watch this.

* *

- You see, we determined
that there is

an 89% probability
that all civilians

would have been clear
of that truck's path

had no action been taken.

- This is what you've been
doing all night, this crap?

- It's supposed to help.

- Look, the thing you don't
understand, Detective Reyes,

is that our brains, they are
processing enormous amounts

of data about the world
all around us

that we're not even aware of.

This is what we call instinct.

And it's useful.

But it is unreliable.

And most officers
have a misguided faith

in their instincts.

Now, that is why data-driven
policing is so important.

- Let me just
get this straight.

So your little AI is saying
that if I had done nothing,

that truck would not
have hit anyone

and Espinosa would not have
shot Tweaker in the head.

Is that what you're telling me?

- No, that's what the model
is telling you.

* *

- What are you doing?
- Being unreliable.

[indistinct chatter]

- Can I help you?

- Yeah, I'm looking
for Officer Bashir.

- What do you want with Sam?

- Just wanna talk.
Are you Stacy?

- Yeah.
- Hey, I'm Detective Stabler.

We spoke earlier,
and he said that

you were in there when--
- Yeah, I was.

It was horrible.

- I bet.

Are you two okay?

- Yeah, Sam drove us
to the hospital at 110.

I was in more danger
on the way over

than during the explosion.
[chuckles]

- Hmm.

- Sam's over there.

He's been fighting that
spray paint for a while.

- Thank you.

Officer Bashir.

- I, uh, I thought your CO
needed an invitation

for you to take this case.

- No harm in listening.

- Right, so as I said,
I have no hard evidence.

But, you know, we hear things.

There's chatter.
- Mm-hmm.

Who's we?

- Let's just say that I have
a confidential informant.

It's someone with deep ties
to this community.

- Let's say that.

So this CI of yours,
what have they heard?

- Well, ever since
the withdrawal--

- From Afghanistan?

- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

- There's been talk about
a new criminal element

infiltrating the community.

It's a gang
with ties back to Kabul.

- Taliban?

- Maybe.

- So why would this gang
wanna kill your imam?

- I have no idea.

Honestly, it's just a gut call.

- Uh-huh.

What's wrong with the suspect

that Hate Crimes has
in custody?

- Asher Klein?

Look, he's just a kid.

He's had his share of trouble,

but I am telling you,
I've known him for years.

His mom, she's a rabbi at the
synagogue around the corner.

- Well, your captain
said that they found

bomb making material
in his house.

- I know, but I'm telling you,
Asher Klein's no bomber.

- Is that another
gut call of yours?

- Yeah.

Well, so much for listening.

I need to talk to Asher Klein.

- All right.

I can vouch for you.

- Okay.
- Let's go.

- Sir, yes, sir.

.

- I'm sorry, Sam, I'm done
talking to the police.

- I know that you're fed up,
but trust me,

Detective Stabler
is here to help.

- Look, I tidy Asher's room
after he leaves

for school every morning.

If there were explosives
in his closet,

I would have seen them.

- Any of his friends
been in his room recently

or people that you
didn't know in the house?

- Asher doesn't
have any friends.

His father died last year.
It was very hard for him.

And ever since, he's just been
more and more isolated.

- I'm sorry.

Is there a housekeeper?

- It's just us.

No one was in his bedroom
until the cops came

and searched it this morning.

- Well, now that
he's out of ICU,

I'd like your permission
to speak with him.

[apprehensive music]

- Look, I know
my son is troubled.

But I am telling you,
he is innocent.

Okay, you can talk to him.

- Thank you.

- It was a pay-and-spray.

- So someone hired you
to tag the mosque.

- Happens all the time.

Sometimes it's a mural or ad,
sometimes, um...

- Hate speech?

- Look, someone was
gonna take the job.

I figured if I did, I could
kinda minimize the damage.

- So who hired you?
- I don't know.

Two guys came up to me
at one of my reveals.

- What's a reveal?

- My street art,
tagging, graffiti.

I got a lot of fans.

Those two showed up, told me
where to tag, when to do it.

- Hmm. Describe the two guys.

- Foreigners, both of them.

- Gotta give me
a little more than that.

- One was a tall blond guy,
weird Europe accent.

One of the crazy ones,
Dutch maybe?

And a darker-skinned guy
with a beard.

- Where was the reveal?
- I don't know.

I don't remember.

- What do you mean
you don't remember?

- A brick wall
in Queens, maybe?

I was pretty wasted
at the time.

- Were you wasted
the night of the bombing?

- No.
And it was not a bombing.

I mean, it was, but--

- What does that mean?

- Well, I told the cops.

They didn't believe me.

- You told them what?

- The imam was shot.

- You saw the imam get shot?

- I heard it.
- Okay, hold on.

Tell me exactly what you heard.

- I was finishing
packing up my cans,

and I zip up my bag,
I stand up.

And we lock eyes.

He must have been
watching me for 30 seconds.

Before I could move,
I hear this noise

from across the street.

[gunshot, glass shatters]

[suspenseful music]

It sounded like an AS Val

or VSS Vintorez
Russian sniper rifle,

one with a internal suppressor.

- How the hell
do you know that?

- Video games.

- Right.

- Please help me
get out of here.

I didn't kill anybody.

I just did
a really stupid thing.

- I'm working on it.

Hey, what do you know
about reveals?

You know, taggers, graffiti?

- Aren't you a little old
for that sort of thing?

- Right.
What have you heard about them?

- Heard?
I've had dozens of my own.

Very successful, I might add.

- You ever get hired
for a pay-and-spray?

- Wow, look at you.
- That's right.

Look, there was a reveal in
Queens a couple weeks back.

There's a tagger, Asher Klein.

Supposedly really popular?

- I must have missed that one.

- Oh, I guess you're too old
for the scene now.

I'm looking for two guys.

They hired him
to do a pay-and-spray.

I'd like to get eyes on them.
- I'll look into it.

Question, is this about
the Hate Crimes case

we're not supposed to be on?

- Answer,
none of your business.

[knock at door]

Doc?

- You're gonna owe me more
than a margarita for this one.

- I'll throw in
a jumbo combo meal.

- [chuckles]
Heard that one before.

This is Hate Crimes, isn't it?

- Maybe.

- Intriguingly vague.

Imam Kasi, 62 years of age,
full thickness burns

over most of his body,

shredded by
the bomb shrapnel...

[voice echoing softly]
And soft tissue damage

from the concussion blast.

Which of the injuries
killed him?

- Kathy was the target.

[pensive music]

* *

- I never thought
I'd put the word Stabler

and squeamish
in the same sentence.

Are you okay?

- Yeah.

- That was convincing.

- This look like a large
caliber bullet wound to you?

- You think this man was shot
before the bomb went off?

- I don't know. Do I?

- Elliot, this was
an improvised incendiary,

high yield, packed with nails
and metal fragments.

Victim has dozens
of impact wounds,

all of which are distorted
by his burns.

Could one of them be a bullet?

Sure.

But unless you've got
a casing or an intact slug,

I can't tell you that
conclusively.

* *

What's this for?

- An apology.

I got your message,
you know, after Kathy.

And I meant to reach out.

It meant a lot.

Thank you.

- It's good to see you, too,
Elliot.

- He was like a father to me.

Taught me so much,

especially when I got back
from my second tour.

I could barely handle
what I saw.

And he just helped me
make sense of it all.

- If any of it makes any sense.

- I hear you.

Imam introduced me to Stacy,

and that alone makes him
a great man.

- How tall was he, the imam?

- Uh, a bit shorter than me.
Why?

- Come here.

Stand right there and as if
you're looking at Asher

tagging the wall over there.

If it was a bullet wound...

- I thought the ME said
it was inconclusive.

- Ah, it's just her way of
saying get me more evidence.

- Forensics was
pretty thorough.

- I'm sure they were,

but Forensics was looking
for a firebombing,

not evidence of a shooting.

You got a knife?

[suspenseful music]

- Slug fragment.

It's a high caliber round.

- Looks like you were right.

It wasn't a hate crime.

It was an assassination.

[phone rings]

- Sergeant Bell.

- Is one of your detectives
moonlighting on my case?

- Hi, Naz.
It's been a while.

- It's Captain Shah.

- I don't know what you're
talking about, Captain.

- Yes, you do.

You know exactly what
I'm talking about.

An unauthorized OCCB detective

talked his way in
to see my suspect.

You know as well as I do
what a good defense lawyer

could make of that.

- I'll look into it.
- You better.

I don't wanna have
to take this to 1PP.

So how are you anyway, Ayanna?

- Just great, Naz.
We'll catch up later.

Stabler here?

- He had to go to JFK
to pick up his brother.

- Stabler has a brother?

- I know, right?

- God, I hate this city.

So how's Mom?

- Well, how do you
think she is?

- Well, if I knew,
I wouldn't have asked.

- Well, she thinks I'm you.

- Oh, boy.

I bet that pisses you off
something fierce, huh?

Enjoyed my weekend
with Eli last month.

- What do you mean?

- I flew into Colorado and took
him fishing in the mountains.

He didn't tell you?
- I--

I was on a job.

- Of course you were.

Just like Dad.

Well, it was great.

And Eli loved it.

And his girlfriend, Becky? Mm.

Way out of his league.
She's a keeper.

Take it you haven't
had the pleasure.

- No, I haven't
had the pleasure.

- It's a damn shame nobody
ever taught that boy to fish.

Eli's got the knack.

- Like you.

- As a matter of fact, yeah.

- Hmm.

- Shlat. Shlot.

Shlat-makers? Slat.

Slap, slap, slap-makers.

Sloat-mockers.

Sloat-mock--mocker?

Sloot mookers.
[laughs]

Mookers.

- It's "sloot-makers."

- Actually, it's pronounced
"sloat-mockers."

- Ha! "Sloat-mockers." Bingo.

Give the boy a cigar.

- Hey, can we talk?

- No time.

- You said we need to talk.

- We do, just not right now.

- Tonight?

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

- You did the other night.

- Don't!

[tense music]

* *

If we hadn't been in D.C.
for Jamie's memorial,

this never would have happened.

You are married.

And I care too much about you
to ruin your life.

* *

- "Sloot-mockers."

.

- Okay, thanks, Jet.

- Busy guy.

- It's a big case.

- Aren't they always with you?

- [clears throat]

So we've been looking
at long-term

care facilities for Mom.

- Your idea?

- No, I'm against it,
but she's insisting.

She doesn't wanna be a burden
to anyone, according to her.

- I can help pay.

- Really?

- Yeah, really.

- Hmm.

- My, uh...

My therapist suggested it.

- [chuckles]
Wow.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- I'm...glad you're in therapy.

- Ah, go to hell.

This is it?

- Yeah, you want me
to walk you to the door?

- Screw you.

Hi, Ma.

Been a long time.

- Oh, uh...

it's been forever.

Come in. Come in.

Where have you been?

- Florida, Ma, past 20 years.

- Oh, yes, I remember.

How is Angela?

I always liked Angela.

- She's--she's great.

She divorced me two years ago.

- Oh, that's a shame.

I always liked Angela.

What did you do to her?

- [scoffs]

Didn't do anything, Ma.

Soon as the nest was empty,
she, uh...

left me for a goddamn
Pilates instructor.

- Well, I don't blame her.

- What are you talking about?

- You and those girls,
those nurses.

[laughs]

I couldn't believe you.

I was in the hospital,

and you're dilly dallying
with the nurses.

- That wasn't me.

[soft tense music]

That was Dad.

- Oh.

Oh.

Well, you must have
done something.

I--I miss Angela.

I always thought
she was your better half.

- Well, I miss her too.

And thanks, Ma.

- You're welcome.

- So what do you need me for?

Elliot said you needed me.

- [laughs]
Why would he say that?

* *

- I don't know.

What you got to eat in here?

- Oh.

[baby fussing]
[knock at door]

- Shh, shh.

- Officer Bashir.

- Come on in.

It's Sam, please.

- Okay, Sam.

It's time I meet your CI.

My team has uncovered
surveillance photos

of the two men
who hired Asher Klein.

- Shh.

Sorry.

- May I?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Hi. Hi.

Okay, here.

Boop, boop, boop, boop,
boop, boop, boop, boop.

[baby quiets]

After five kids,
you gain a couple secrets.

- Five?

One is overwhelming.

- It gets easier.

- Really?
- No.

- [chuckles]

So you with me?

- Stacy.

[suspenseful music]

* *

- Oh.

- You--you told him?

- No, he didn't, but, um...

This is an ATM security camera.

These are the two men
who hired the boy

that tagged the mosque.

I need your help
in trying to find them.

* *

- Officer, can you
help me out, buddy?

- What's going on?
- It's my car.

Complete piece of junk.
I got a flat.

You got some tools?

- I'm on duty in five.
- I'll do it in three.

Look, my wife will kill me
if I'm home late again.

You know how it is.

- All right, make it fast?

- Yeah.
- Which tire?

- Front left, again.

- Hold this.

- God bless you, Officer.

You're a lifesaver.

[tense music]

* *

- [grunts]
Hey. You're late.

I'm gonna have to report it
when I put in for the overtime.

- Sorry, they sent me
to the wrong hospital.

- Dispatch always
effing that up.

Well, you're in luck.

Kid's fast asleep,
so you should have

a quiet night ahead of you.

- That works for me.

* *

- What are you doing?

- Shh, shh, shh, shh.

* *

.

- We're waiting for
the coroner's report,

which is currently underway.

- Are you sure the suspect
was the mosque bomber?

- He remains our prime suspect,

and the investigation is
ongoing despite his death.

We're certain
we're on the right track.

- No.

- Excuse me, nurse,
were you on the night shift?

- No, I started at 6:00 a.m.

- Do you know who found
Asher Klein's body?

- I did.

I got in, started my rounds,
found he was unresponsive.

That's when I hit
the code button.

- Any signs of a struggle?

- No, he looked fast asleep.

- Security,
let's find security.

[suspenseful music]

*

What time is this?

- Quarter past midnight.

- What time does he leave?

- Seven minutes later.

- In and out. It's fast.

- But enough time.

You've got cameras
in the parking lot?

- Entrances and exits only.
- All right, that'll be fine.

- I'll cue it up.
- Right before midnight.

- Wait, wait, stop.

- Fast forward.

Fast forward. Fast forward.

Fast...

- He never left.

- Oh, he left, all right.

Either on foot
or in another car.

* *

Call the precinct.

See who's assigned
this radio car.

- Yes, Officer Bashir.

I got what appears to be
an abandoned patrol car.

I need to see who signed
it out last night, 5038.

Thank you.

* *

- Well, now you know what
happened to the guard.

- Ayanna.

- I know you heard
from downtown.

This is an OCCB case now.

And it's Sergeant Bell,
by the way.

- I thought we could
work this together.

- You thought wrong.

I'll let you know if
and when we need anything.

God, that felt good.

So what have we got?

- The vic was the night shift
duty officer,

and whoever killed him
used his uniform and shield

in order to gain access
to Asher Klein's room.

- And how do we know this?

- Security cam footage.

The assailant
fits the description

of one of the men who hired
Asher to tag the mosque.

- To make it look
like a hate crime.

- Now they're trying
to cover up their tracks.

Asher claimed he heard the
gunshot that killed the imam.

- Sounds like this was done
by a professional.

Question is, who hired him?

- And why? What's up?

- That was Stacy.

She's got something for us.

She's at Rabbi Klein's,
sitting shiva.

- All right, I'll let you know.

- May the bringer of peace
offer us peace

and to all the people
of Israel.

- Amen.
- Amen.

[doorbell rings]

- Come in.

The two men
you were looking for?

- Mm-hmm.
- They were seen at the mosque.

He met with Imam Kasi
just days before the bombing.

- Can you give me dates
and times for that?

- I think so.

[somber music]

* *

- You said you'd help him.

.

- The two suspects both have
cell phones with foreign IMEIs.

And before you even ask me
what that stands for,

it's geek speak for
International Mobile

Equipment Identity numbers.

Every cell phone
in the world has one.

- And both these numbers
are registered

to an unnumbered
shell company in Cypress.

- You said Cypress?

- Yeah, which, in the
grand scheme of things,

is totally sus.

- So where are they?
- Well, therein lies the rub.

- The magic box.

We used it to look
at the location

of all the phones that pinged
within a one-block radius

of Asher Klein's
tagger reveal in Queens,

and we did the same thing
with the mosque.

Both phones pinged
in both locations.

These are definitely our guys.

- Great work.
So where are they?

- Slight problem: both phones
are completely offline.

- So you don't know
where they are.

- Well, not at the moment.

But both phones have only
been used intermittently

since the night
of the mosque bombing.

[computers beeps]
- Okay.

- Wait, that's interesting,
if not fortuitous.

- What?

- One of the phones
just came back online.

[suspenseful music]

- Can you get a location?

- Patience.

- Stay on.
Just stay on the line.

Come on. Stay on.

Got him! Right there.

- The phone's geolocated
to a warehouse in South Queens.

[tense music]

- ESU team's ready.

- Your call.

You ready?

- Yeah.

* *

- Go, go, go.

[indistinct chatter]

- Police! Show us your hands!

Police! Hands!

[announcer speaking
indistinctly on TV]

* *

Well, he's dead.

- You two secure the building.

- [whistles]

- Oh, looks like
we found our bomber too.

- How much you wanna bet
it was his partner

who slit his throat?

Officer Bashir.

We found one,
we'll find the other.

Do your job.

- Yes, sir.

[computer beeps]

- Stabler, that phone
is still pinging.

- And that means what?

[phone ringing]

[device beeping]

* *

- [coughing]

- You all right?

- Yeah.

- Huh?
- Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

I'm good.

- What are you doing out here?

Mom heard the car.
She got worried.

It's 3:00 in the morning.

- Yeah.

- Jesus, what happened to you?

You look like crap,
and you smell like a chimney.

- Bad day at the office, dear.

- Yeah, that wasn't funny when
the old man said it, either.

- Well.
- Come on, let's go inside.

I'm freezing.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

- You okay?

- Yeah. Yeah.

How'd it go with Mom?

- What am I,
an eighth grade girl?

I babysat,
FaceTimed my besties,

and complained about my braces.

[soft sentimental music]

* *

- I'm glad--

- Were you about to say
you're glad to see me?

- No. No.

Mom's glad to see you.

- Damn right she is. Come on.

* *

[dramatic music]

* *

[wolf howls]