Unforgettable s02e05 Episode Script
Past Tense
First Street and Second Avenue? _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ 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.
_ 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.
- Everything? - Yeah.
Everything.
I'm sure you do, detective.
No further questions, your honor.
Your honor, if you'll indulge me for a moment? 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? 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.
Anything else, Mr.
Lebowitz? - 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? 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 - 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.
Not a place I'd choose to whack someone.
Anybody could've made him.
Well, whatever they were planning It was worth the risk.
Originally Aired August 25, 2013 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.
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.
You could do a lot of damage with a couple of assault rifles.
Yeah.
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.
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.
Moshin Aziz? That's right.
We'd like to ask you a few questions about Bashir Sajadi.
Have they found out who did it? No, not yet.
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.
your cell phone number? Yes.
Why are you asking me this? You called Bashir the afternoon he was murdered.
- Yes, I called him.
- 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? - Get out of the car! Lift your shirt! Turn around! On your knees! Get down! Hands behind your head! I need to talk to Webster.
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 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.
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.
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.
- Her middle name - June 5, 1999.
- Oh, you wouldn't.
- I have two words for you.
Murphy bed.
- Wow.
- Guys - Murphy bed.
Oh, yeah.
- 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.
There's a Mango Dog on 71st.
Mango Dog is New York.
What's right there at 73rd and Broadway? It's a municipal building.
Do you have a list of tenants? Veteran's Administration runs an annex there.
Huh.
Solid enough? 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.
All right, you're just jealous because nobody loves you.
You see this fine specimen standing here before you? Back home, I get love every night of the week, brother.
Moms don't count, Richie.
Oh! 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? 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.
- 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.
Clear.
Back room clear.
- Make yourself at home.
- All clear! - Stand by.
- Did you check with the mother? He hasn't shown up.
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.
Right here is the party bus.
Johnny boy here just got a love letter from his girl.
She loves him so much.
All right, you're just jealous because nobody loves you.
You see this 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.
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? Moshin Aziz? 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.
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.
Don't move, or I will drop your ass to the ground! _ _ _ All of you, out! Now! Move! 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.
Blue One and Two in position.
Blue One, do you have a visual? Transmitting.
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.
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.
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 - 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.
Richie left his cover.
Why did he leave his cover? Richie, get back! 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.
The road was closed.
Our orders were not to let anyone pass.
Road's closed! Get back! Get back! _ 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! 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?! 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.
No! No.
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? 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.
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.
It's impressive.
- Yes, but it wasn't my idea.
- Mm-hmm.
It was Eliot's idea.
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.
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.
Hi.
Hey.
Did you hear about my blue bar? I heard a rumor about that.
Congratulations.
What happens to Curtis now, Al? 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.
Is that why you left? I have family, uh young children.
But many men would still welcome the chance to become a martyr.
_ 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.
- Everything? - Yeah.
Everything.
I'm sure you do, detective.
No further questions, your honor.
Your honor, if you'll indulge me for a moment? 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? 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.
Anything else, Mr.
Lebowitz? - 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? 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 - 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.
Not a place I'd choose to whack someone.
Anybody could've made him.
Well, whatever they were planning It was worth the risk.
Originally Aired August 25, 2013 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.
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.
You could do a lot of damage with a couple of assault rifles.
Yeah.
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.
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.
Moshin Aziz? That's right.
We'd like to ask you a few questions about Bashir Sajadi.
Have they found out who did it? No, not yet.
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.
your cell phone number? Yes.
Why are you asking me this? You called Bashir the afternoon he was murdered.
- Yes, I called him.
- 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? - Get out of the car! Lift your shirt! Turn around! On your knees! Get down! Hands behind your head! I need to talk to Webster.
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 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.
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.
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.
- Her middle name - June 5, 1999.
- Oh, you wouldn't.
- I have two words for you.
Murphy bed.
- Wow.
- Guys - Murphy bed.
Oh, yeah.
- 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.
There's a Mango Dog on 71st.
Mango Dog is New York.
What's right there at 73rd and Broadway? It's a municipal building.
Do you have a list of tenants? Veteran's Administration runs an annex there.
Huh.
Solid enough? 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.
All right, you're just jealous because nobody loves you.
You see this fine specimen standing here before you? Back home, I get love every night of the week, brother.
Moms don't count, Richie.
Oh! 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? 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.
- 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.
Clear.
Back room clear.
- Make yourself at home.
- All clear! - Stand by.
- Did you check with the mother? He hasn't shown up.
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.
Right here is the party bus.
Johnny boy here just got a love letter from his girl.
She loves him so much.
All right, you're just jealous because nobody loves you.
You see this 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.
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? Moshin Aziz? 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.
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.
Don't move, or I will drop your ass to the ground! _ _ _ All of you, out! Now! Move! 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.
Blue One and Two in position.
Blue One, do you have a visual? Transmitting.
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.
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.
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 - 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.
Richie left his cover.
Why did he leave his cover? Richie, get back! 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.
The road was closed.
Our orders were not to let anyone pass.
Road's closed! Get back! Get back! _ 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! 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?! 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.
No! No.
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? 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.
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.
It's impressive.
- Yes, but it wasn't my idea.
- Mm-hmm.
It was Eliot's idea.
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.
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.
Hi.
Hey.
Did you hear about my blue bar? I heard a rumor about that.
Congratulations.
What happens to Curtis now, Al? 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.