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(people clapping)

MAN:
All right! All right!
Run it, run it, run it!

Run it, run it!

MAN 2:
All right, boys,
keep turning it over!

(people shouting, cheering)

Everyone's friend.

You don't fool me, Sammy.

(grunting)

Jab, right hand.

One, two, three.

(grunting)

Come on, Rocky Balboa.

We got a tour to do.

Nice work, Jamie.
Same time next week?

You got it, brother.
Okay.

Lookin' good, kid.

You only joined this boxing team
to make me feel

fatter and older, right?

I got to stay
in shape, Sarge,

in case somebody
tries to bully you.

Oh, yeah?
Yeah. You want
to go a round?

What, with me?
Yeah.

Nah. I don't want
to hurt you.

(excited shouts)

(groans)

Okay, Sammy, come on, mate,
just like we practiced.

Leave the good ones alone,
put away the bad ones.

Keep your head
over the ball.
Mm-hmm.

Come on, Sammy,
let's do it.

Just watch.
I'm the Pakistani Derek Jeter.

Come on, Sammy!

You played your last game,
my friend.

(engine starts, revs)

Come on, let's
get this done.

(grunts)

(people cheering)

Great stuff!

MAN:
Come back! Get back, Sammy!

(Sammy yells)

Yeah, great stuff!

Yeah!
Great stuff!

Good job.

MAN:
Sammy!

Someone call an ambulance!

Sammy, hold on,
mate. Hold on.

...Queens, a distraught father
suffocated his two children,

then shot himself.

Two homicides in Manhattan--
one a robbery, one a domestic.

One shooting in Brooklyn--

bartender ran
down the street naked

with a shotgun, fell
and shot off his big toe.

Full moon.

Tomorrow night.
Don't they know
it's Saturday?

Crime never sleeps, sir.

When they invented
electricity,

they thought it would
eliminate crime at night.

That didn't work.

Commissioner, there's been
a shooting in Central Park.

I'll be at my desk, sir.

When my head of intelligence

busts into my office
unannounced,

he'd better have more than that.

The victim was one of our
counterterrorism undercovers--

Sammy Khan.

How is he?

He's been rushed to Bellevue.

He's critical,
but not likely.

(sighs)

Why was Sammy shot?

That's the big question.

Is his cover
still intact?

Well, we better find an answer,

or we're going to have to scrub
the whole operation.

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I know why you called.
You do?

Yeah. I think you're
overreacting, Dad.

In what way?
Jack's wrist.

He's going to be fine.
It's a sprain.

It's not even broken.

Deputy Commissioner.

Danny.

How did Jack
hurt his wrist?

Football.

We're not here
to talk

about football, Danny.

Then is this about
the Central Park shooting.

The vic was a Pakistani.

He's one of us.

He's a cop?
Yeah.

His real name is
Samir Muhammad.

His cover name
is Sammy Khan.

He's one of six
deep-cover operatives

in our counterterrorism program.

It's an elite program.

Best and brightest
of the Muslim community

dedicated
to fighting terrorism.

What was he working on?

Sammy had infiltrated
a sleeper cell,

and he had also brought
another undercover cop

into the cell, as well.

If he was shot
because he was a cop...

Then the other undercover cop's
life could be in jeopardy.

Right.
So why not just
pull this other man out?

Well, we would,
but Sammy revealed to us

some information
about a potential attack

that the cell was planning
for two days from now,

and it's supposed
to involve

major casualties
within the city.

He knows the day of the attack,

but the other specifics,
including the, uh, targets,

have not been revealed to him
as of yet.

With all due respect,
you got one man down,

another man's life in danger--
why not just scrub the project?

Because if we pull
the other undercover,

we lose contact with the cell
and any chance of possibly

stopping the attack.
You see?

Okay, so why me?

Because we need
a detective

that can make this look
just like any other

standard investigation.

And, Danny, we need somebody
we can trust, absolutely.

That would be you.

(sighs)
All right.

Me and my partner
will get on it.

No, no, no, no.

She can work the case with you,
but you cannot,

under any circumstances,

tell her about Sammy's status.

Well, she's my partner.

That's going to be
a little tough.

Danny, I know what I'm asking.

Hopefully, the three of us

are the only ones
who know he's a cop.

His family doesn't even know.

All right.

You have 48 hours, Detective.

Crime Scene just
dropped off his belongings.

Vic's name is,
uh, Sammy Khan.

26 years old, out
of fair Pakistan.

Perps wearing motorcycle helmets
with some design on it,

so there's no
positive I.D.

I was just planning
on sitting around

doing nothing
this weekend.

I'm so thrilled
to be working.

Tell me about it.
Why didn't the north
get this case?

Well, you know, it's
Central Park, broad daylight--

kind of thing scares
tourists away.

Always falls down
to Major Case.

Lucky for us,
we were catching.

Oh, wonderful.

This is what we call
a frequent flyer job.

Right over here.

Somebody that calls us
all the time for unfounded jobs.

Sometimes it's just
lonely old people

who want someone
to talk to.

Sometimes it's crazies.

Hey, it's New York,
right?
Who is she?

Name is, uh,
Melissa Samuels.

Poor little rich girl.

In the last year or so,
we've responded

to a number of jobs
at this location.

I mean, she's
a nice enough kid,

but a little,
you know, cuckoo.

Uh, she tells us someone's
been in the apartment,

moving things around,
blah, blah, blah.

We never find nada.

Sounds like a nut.
Sounds like a nut?

She could be.
We'll find out.

JACKIE: So, here's Sammy Khan's
stuff from the crime scene.

"Jihadis be strong."

This guy's a student?

Yeah, right.
What does he study

besides hating us
for being everything he's not?

Engineering.

According to his file,

he's a grad student
at Hudson University.

Great. So he's learning
how to build things

so he can knock 'em down. Ah.

And look at this.

I think someone did
us a favor here.

Maybe. For now,
he's just a kid who got shot.

Excuse me, this from a man

who decked someone
in Mannion's Bar

when they said
we should get over 9/11?

All right, look.

When the Towers came down,
yeah, I was full of hate.

Very much so.
Like every New Yorker,

I wanted revenge--
I went active

in the Marines;
I went to Iraq.

You know what I learned after

two tours
and all the madness I seen?

Aside from the
crazy ones,

we all want
pretty much the same thing.

We want food on our tables,
a roof over our heads

and happy, healthy kids.

(phone ringing)

Is that Sammy's phone?

Look at that.
Farrah's calling.

Oh. Guy's got a thing
for Charlie's Angels.

Farrah's an Arabic name--
it means "joy."

Hello?

WOMAN: Sammy?
Farrah.

Sammy, is that you?

Hello?

She hung up.

Maybe she didn't expect
anyone to be answering.

Yeah, you know
what I'm going to do?

I'm going to give this
to Gormley,

see if he can get dumps
on the phones

and figure out who Farrah is.

I'll be back.

(siren wailing)

(woman speaking indistinctly
over P.A.)

How you doing?

Good. How are you?
All right.

(man chanting Arabic
over loud speaker)

DANNY:
Need to ask you a few questions

about one of your congregation--
a Sammy Khan?

IMAM:
Oh, yes.
I heard the horrible news.

He was a very
respectful young man.

Really? Well, would you
know of anybody

who might have
a problem with him?

Any reason somebody
would want to shoot him?

A young man like Samir?

I can't imagine
why anybody would want

to hurt him.
Well, you know, I spoke to the
local community affairs officer.

He told me some
of the young guys

are going more
and more radical here,

including Sammy Khan.
It is a constant struggle.

But they are like
outsiders of all kinds--

they are defensive
about their identity.

Oh, is that what
we're calling it now?

We stress the true
interpretation

of the Koran-- peace.

IMAM:
I hope he recovers fully.

(speaks Arabic)

(whispering):
Take off your shoes;
put on the scarf.

Listen, I'm going
to need the names

of some of the younger
radical members

this officer was
talking about.

I'm not sure what
you mean by "radical."

You know, extremists--
people who use

their faith as justification
for their behavior.

I cannot condemn someone

for the tenor
of their belief.

If I think they are dangerous,
that is a different story.

Does shooting qualify
as dangerous?

You are Catholic, yes?

Yes, I am.
Do you have
any idea

how many of your churches
were burned in this city

when you were
the new people in town?

Uh, actually, yes, I...
Look, we don't have
time for this, okay?

Excuse me.

Now, here's what I need,
all right?

I understand the history
of this city.

Now, if you understand it,
you know that the Catholics

learned to trust the cops,

and then the cops
helped them.

Okay, and that's what I
need from you right now--

I need you to trust me.

And you have to understand

that I'm just trying to
find out who shot Sammy.

Okay.
I will help you however I can.

All right.

(whispers in Arabic)

We got to go.

I know, I have no proof,

but I am sure that somebody
has been in here.

No sign of
forced entry?

Nothing stolen?
Anything amiss?

My books-- I always arrange
alphabetically by title.

Now look--
they're all out of whack.

Mm-hmm.

My silverware-- I always lay
the knives north to south,

the spoons the opposite.

Aside from the books

and the spoons being moved,
what makes you think

someone else has
been in here?

When I walk in the door,
I-I get this feeling.

The best way
I can describe it is,

it's like...
everything is dirty,

even if you can't see it.

I see you have
a security camera.

Has it picked anything up?

No.

My brother told me
I needed to install it.

It seemed to help
for a couple of months,

but then, one day, I came home,

and my stereo
was playing Rachmaninoff.

Who's that?

The guy that makes my vodka?

Does anyone else have a key
to the apartment besides you?

No. I'm alone.

Hmm.

Uh, except my housekeeper
comes twice a week,

but she is very
protective of me.

We checked her out
from stem to stern.

Actually, uh, we have to be
getting back on patrol, so...

You don't believe me, do you?

I have no reason
not to believe you, miss.

He doesn't believe me.

Um, this is

Widener Library, right?

You went to Harvard?
Yes.

The sixth generation of
Samuels to matriculate.

I'm the first generation
of my family to go.

And now you're a cop?

Yeah.

That's pretty cool.

Noble, actually.

I'll be outside.

I don't want
to accidentally witness

any secret Ivy League
handshakes here.

Did you take these?

Yes. That's what I do.

I have a studio
on 28th Street.

JAMIE:
They're beautiful.

Uh, thank you.

I'm going to give
you, uh, my number.

If you have a problem,

you can call me... anytime.

Okay?

SOREN:
Commissioner,
we need to start thinking

about pulling the plug
on the operation.

Where are we at this
exact moment in time?

Our window's
closing fast.

I just got off the phone
with Detective Reagan.

They've made very little headway
in the investigation,

though he is still aggressively
pursuing every angle.

What about our
other operative?

Status quo from him.

Uh, but there has been
a, uh... a serious uptick

in Internet
conversation--

chatter about, uh,
possible attacks.

(sighs)

Tough choice, Frank.

If Sammy's not been compromised,

then pulling the plug
might be a big mistake.

Two years worth
of work will be lost,

and God knows what else
we might lose as a result.

On the other hand,

our additional undercover
is still out there... exposed.

We're still a go.

We've got time.

Just make the most of it.

You got it.

JACKIE:
When was the last time

we were given unlimited
overtime to chase a case?

I don know, when Officer Martin
was killed, maybe.

Are you complaining
about overtime?

No. I'm just saying.

Some kid gets shot
playing cricket,

and money
is no object?

I don't know.
GORMLEY:
Hey!

Check this out.

We finally got the phone
dumps on Sammy Khan's cell.

We found your
mysterious Farrah.

Oh, yeah?
A Farrah Ahmed.

She made several dozen phone
calls over the last month,

but get this.

The phone calls stop the
day before Sammy was shot.

You kidding me?
No.

And then the phone
call that came in

when you guys
had the cell.

We got a pedigree
on Farrah?

Not much.
Pakistani national.

She goes to the same college
as, uh, Sammy Khan-- Hudson.

(phone rings)
Excuse me.

Hey, babe.

No, I'm not going to make it
to church.

I don't know!

If-if I can make it
to dinner, I will, all right?

I'll try!

I'll see you at dinner.

Thanks.

He's all bent out of shape

'cause he's going to miss
Sunday's dinner?

Yeah.

Boo-hoo.

Two days in a row
with this crap.

This broad is just
a plain whack-adoo.

Who says she ain't moving
the stuff herself, huh?

Yeah, but she's not making
up the scared part.

She was really frightened.

Hey, we're not
in the business

of making the bogeyman go away.

A real crime perpetrated
by a real criminal?
Yeah.

That's our bailiwick.
Right.

And besides,
if she looked like a linebacker,

you'd think
she's nuts, too. Yeah.

I'm not imagining things.

Oh, all right. Go ahead.

Look. Every piece of furniture
has been moved.

And-and look here.

Someone turned all my work
upside down.

What else has to happen
for you to believe me?

JAMIE:
Please, miss, please.

I hate to ask this, but
you're on medication?

You're going to be
like all the rest.

There's nothing wrong
with being anxious.

If you came home to this...

Melissa, the precinct
is two blocks from here. I...

I drive past your house
to and from work.

I'll keep an eye out
for you, okay?

I need you to have these.

No, please. That's-that's
not what we do, okay?

No. I'm going to Chicago
for a week just to get away.

If you see anyone
while I'm gone...

RENZULLI:
Hey.

So, uh,

we ready, kid?

Yeah.
Yeah.

Have a nice... nice trip.

Okay.

(phones ringing)

Farrah's in Pakistan.

Since when?
Friday.

Her roommate came home
to a note from her

saying she had to rush off
to Islamabad-- her dad was sick.

So it wasn't
a planned vacation, then?

Or a well-planned
vacation.
You think she,

uh, was involved
in the hit on Sammy?

I'd sure as hell
love to find out.

You know, you could have made
those phone calls in here.

You know, my wife-- she's
being a pain in the neck.

I'm going to head over
to the old man's for dinner.

Catch you when I get back.

Yep.

(dishware clinking)

Hey, Nick, I heard
you played some serious game.

Yeah. One more win,
and we make the tournament.

Whoa.

I wish Dad could
have seen it.

She scored 20 points.
Ooh.

And her coach said

that she's the best player
on the team.

Of course.
She takes after me.

Only I couldn't jump.

Didn't you see the movie,
Grandpa?

White Men Can't Jump?

(mock laughing)

Nobody jumped in basketball
back then, right, Grandpa?

Set shots
ruled the day.
Yep.

Well, Grandpa was probably
like a human windmill,

just throwing those
elbows everywhere.

HENRY:
If I could run like Nicky,

I wouldn't have had
to make up for it

by throwing elbows.

Well, if I had her speed,

I'm sure I would have
saved Dad a bundle

on college tuition.

Nah. That was money well spent.

DANNY:
Hey.

Sorry I'm late.
There he is.

Hey.
Sorry about earlier.

Oh, that's all right.
Tough case.

Where's Grandpa?

I don't know.
I think he's working.

Dad, Nicky scored 20 points
in her basketball game.

Oh, yeah?

Hey, congrats.
Thanks.

Just like your uncle.

You know, if you'd stayed
with basketball

and gave up football,

you wouldn't
be on the DL.

Oh, I love football.

You love football.

JACK:
I do.

So much
for first grade detectives

not working Sundays, huh?
Well, you know.

What are you
going to do?

Well, if the guy wasn't
shot in Central Park--

one of the most famous
places on Earth--

your husband wouldn't
be working Sundays.

Hey, come on.
Give me a break.

You think I want
to miss this?

Well, you're right.

Media wouldn't have
covered it after day one.

Day one, page 17.

Crime in this town
has always been about

location, location, location.

Well, especially
when it happens

to rich people in
rich neighborhoods.

Sorry.
Grandpa, you're here.

How's the wrist, Jack?

Ah, no biggie.

Grandpa, you're late
for Sunday dinner.

You're never late.

Well, I was working, Sean.

LINDA:
Here.

Eat.
Thank you.

DANNY:
You know, Erin,
it's not only

rich people
who, uh, read the newspapers.

In fact, it wasn't even
a rich guy who got shot.

It was a poor immigrant

from Pakistan.

ERIN:
Okay, but if he had been
shot in Marcus Garvey Park,

no one would know his name,
and you wouldn't be

working on Sunday.
Ah, fair enough.

I'm just saying that mothers
in the projects cry just as hard

as the ones on Park Ave.

Erin, cops can't cure
society's ills.

It's a path to foolishness.

What do you
think, Dad?

Well, I'd like to think
we chase all cases the same,

but media drives
the resources, so...

the press cases
get the attention.

(sniffs)

How's it
with your partner?

Terrible. I'm not good at
lying to my partner, Dad.

I hate it, too.

Intel is investigating threats
against Sammy on the Internet.

Yeah? We know who posted them?

No, but if they're made
by radicals,

we're pulling
the plug.
I'll stay on top of it, Dad.

A little help
in the kitchen?

Okay. No need to know.

(mumbles)

And the girl, Farrah?

I'd love to hear
what she has to say,

but she skipped town
right before the hit.

Well, our people
in Pakistan are on it.

We got operatives in Pakistan?

Secrets and lies.

Look, you have no need to know.

We'll find the girl.

That's fine, Dad.
I don't want to know.

But what I need is more time.

Well, shoot, Danny,
you got 24 hours.

Great.

(door closes)

Excuse me, you don't...

Hey, you, stop! Oh! Oh!

(gunshot)

Officer needs assistance.

Shots fired!

We got nothing from the
attempted hit at the hospital.

Perp wore gloves
and a mask.

Talk about trying
to finish up a job.

Well, good thing

they moved Sammy Khan
to a different hospital.

Yeah, whoever tried that
sure wanted him dead.
Yeah.

Never heard of that
before, though.

Why would they do that?

Intel tracked down
those Internet threats

to an Islamic shop over
on Steinway Street.

Steinway.
We better get going.

This time of day, the traffic's
going to be impossible.

FRANK:
"Early in the morning, when
the birds were still nesting,

"I mounted my steed.

"Well-bred was he, long-bodied,

"outstripping
the wild beasts in speed.

"Swift to attack,
to flee, to turn,

"yet firm

as a rock swept down
by the torrent."

Is that Kipling?

No, it's the Hanged Poems.

Ancient Arabian.

Sammy's favorite.

"Bay-colored and so smooth,
the saddle slips from him,

"as the rain
from a smooth stone,

thin but full of life."

"Fire boils within him like the
snorting of a boiling kettle.

He continues at full gallop."

(women talking indistinctly
and laughing)

You the owner?

The manager, Malik.

Is that the only computer
you got in here?

That is our only computer,
and as you can see,

anyone is free
to use it.

Is there a sign-in book
or a log-in or something?

No.

Sammy Khan ever
use that computer?

What do you want?

Well, we want world peace,
but for now,

we'll settle for finding
the guy who used

this computer to
threaten Sammy Khan.

I can't help you with that.

Do you know Sammy Khan?

He... comes in here
occasionally.

Yeah? He have any problems
with anyone?

I never saw him have a problem.

Do you know anyone
who would want him dead?

That's an absurd question.

Actually, it's not an absurd
question. You know what?

We're going to borrow
your computer here.

Uh, you can't take that.

Actually, we can.

This is a warrant
that says so.

Uh, we use that for our files,
our accounting.

Yeah, well,
Best Buy's having a sale.

Get yourself a new one.

But...

You catch that motorcycle
helmet in there, partner?

Hey, I'm not
blind, partner.

Black Kawasaki 750,

just like the shooter had.

(camera shutter clicks)

I'll run the plate.

Reagan, what's the deal
with this case?

What do you mean?
Kid got shot--

we're trying to
figure out who do it.

No, it seems like you're
chasing this case on your own,

and you're giving me
half the information.

I mean, what is it?

What, you don't
trust me, or...

you don't think
I'm a good detective?

It's just the Central Park
thing, Jackie, you know?

There's a lot of...
lot of pressure,

lot of heat from
One PP, you know.

Hey, this is Reagan.

Yeah, look, I need you to
run a plate for me, okay?

(knocking on door)
Yeah?

Counselor?

Hey.

Hey.
You know,
every time

you show up in that uniform,

all the women in the office
are giggling

like schoolgirls
for the rest of the week.

Thanks for looking into
this Melissa Samuels for me.
Yeah.

Happy to help
my kid brother out.

Though I don't like
bending the rules.

I just think there's more
to this story, you know?

I'd like to help out if I can.

Well, it turns out
Melissa Samuels' parents

were killed in a plane crash.

Their Gulf Stream
went down

when they were trying to land
in Martha's Vineyard.

Melissa and the pilot
were the only survivors.

That's enough to explain
her being a bit fragile.
Well, it was

also enough for her family to
have her committed to Fairwick,

a mental health facility
favored by the well-off.

She was there for eight months,
and she was released

on a diagnosis
of acute anxiety.

Renzulli says if
she keeps calling,

we might have to EDP her,
send her down to Bellevue.

Well, it might be hard--
she's not in danger

of hurting herself
or others, so...

But every time you guys
get called down there...

I know, I know.

It takes resources
off the street.

You know, Jamie,
you have a really big heart,

and that will never
be a bad thing,

no matter what Danny says.

But you keep trying
to make the world right,

being a cop
is going to eat you alive.

I've seen it happen
a hundred times.

I know...
I know that, sis.

I'm just,
uh... just...

I'm just trying
to do the right thing here.
I know.

And I love you for it.

Sooner or later, these things
usually come to a head,

so just trust your gut,
and if you think she's legit,

keep an eye on her.

Thanks.

(phone rings)

Reagan.

Yeah.

You're kidding me.

Great.

Best news I've
heard in 36 hours.

What's 36 hours?
The bike

belongs to Malik.
And get this--

the bike tripped off a
license plate reader

on Central Park West two
minutes after the shooting.

He was fleeing the scene--

so it puts him
right in our kill zone.

Well, what do you know.

Speak of the devil.

Where is he going?

DANNY:
Hey.

Hey! Where you going?!

(women gasp)

Stop!

Hey!

Come here!

Nice try, scumbag.
Get up.

So it's like
this, Malik.

Your motorcycle
was at the scene

of a shooting, and
the death threats

against the victim came
from a computer in your store.

So this is no coincidence
why we picked you up,

so don't start any of this
religious persecution crap.

This is America-- there is
no religious persecution here.

Okay...

you posted these threats
on the Internet.

"The so-called brother
will burn.

"He will suffer
in the grave

for eternity."
Come on, Malik.

Why'd you shoot Sammy?

You are accusing me

of being a violent person?

You are the one who
carries a gun every day

of your life--
what does that say about you?

You know what it says
about me? It says I'll do

whatever it takes to
protect my city.

Now, why'd you
shoot Sammy Khan?

I did not shoot Sammy.

Then, who did?
Yeah, who did?

With the same gun we
found in your apartment.

What kind of deal
can you make for me?

And there it is.

Calculus of despair.

(whispers):
Give me a second.

(door closes)

Here's the only deal you're
going to get, you little punk.

Your ass is going to rot
inside a prison cell

until they replace yellow cabs
with spaceships in this city,

you don't tell me who the hell
shot Sammy Khan right now.

Do you understand me?

Who did it?

Who did it?!

I said, who?!

My roommate Raheem,
he shot Sammy.

Why?

Why did Raheem
shoot Sammy?

He would not tell me.

He would only say,
"Sammy deserves to die."

(door opens)

(phone chiming)

Hey, Jamie, man,
what's going on, bro?

I'll be right back, Coach.
I forgot something.

Melissa?

Hey!

(grunting)

(panting)

It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

Everything's okay.

I knew you
believed me.

It's all right. I got him.

Oh, my God.

It's my brother.

My own brother?

What? No, no, no, no, no.
No, no.

No, it's all right. I got him.
I got him. You're okay.

Everything's all right.

He can't hurt you.

You're down to three hours.
What do you got?

Well, we got an I.D.
on the shooter.

He's a Raheem Davi out of
Pakistan. He's Malik's roommate.

Problem is Malik has no idea
why Raheem shot Sammy.

You got a location
on the guy?
He's in the wind.

But about 15 minutes
after the shooting,

Raheem started making calls
to Farrah Ahmed.

She never answered.
She never returned the calls.
All right.

Our people in Pakistan
confirm Farrah's story.

Her father did have a
heart attack last week.

(phone rings)
Excuse me.

My people are telling me
that Farrah is landing

at JFK in less
than an hour.

All right. I'll get on it.

Danny, knowing who shot
Sammy Khan is not enough.

I need to know why.

Yes, sir.

DANNY:
There. The girl
in the scarf.

Is that her?
Mm-hmm.

Excuse me. Farrah Ahmed?

Who are you?
Police. We need
to speak to you.

Come on. Come with us.

Why?! I haven't
done anything.

What is this,
some kind of profiling?

Listen, nobody's
profiling you, okay?

It's about Sammy Khan.
Have a seat.

What about Sammy Khan?

How close were you and Sammy?

Sammy's a good friend.

He always looks out for me.

Why?

What's happened?

He's been shot.

Oh, no.

Is Sammy going to be okay?

Well, he has the world's
best doctors, so...

Listen, I need to ask you
about Raheem Davi.

How long have
you known him?
Raheem? Why?

Our-our families are friendly
back in Pakistan.

Come from the same village.

They made plans for us.

They expected you to marry?

In their dreams.

Which is the only place
it'll ever happen.

But Raheem's become obsessed
with the idea

that I'm his property.

He's been calling me nonstop

for the last two days
begging to see me.

I wonder why.

He shoot Sammy, my God.

Look, is there any other reason
why Raheem may have shot Sammy?

Raheem's crazy jealous.

He never liked Sammy.

Even before I met him, so I...
can't say for sure.

Will you help us catch him?
Raheem?

Farrah, you came back.

RAHEEM (over radio):
I knew you would come.

Did you hear
about Sammy?

What about him?

He was shot.

Why would anyone
shoot Sammy?

Who shot him is
not important.

Maybe it's a good thing.

He's was trying
to come between us.

Now we don't have to
worry about him anymore.

But he's my friend.

He is a
low-class animal

who does not respect tradition.

Forget about him.

Did you shoot Sammy?

Now you can be mine
finally and totally.

No one can come between us,
as our families have ordained.

I'm not going to marry you.

I'm going to love
the man I marry.

That's why I came to America.

Why did you shoot Sammy?!

Why?!

I shot him because of you.

And I will shoot him
1,000 times over and over again.

I'll make a monument
out of his grave.

DANNY:
Hey! Hey!

It's all right.

You got nowhere to go, buddy.

Park is surrounded,
so let the woman go.

Come on!

Call for backup!
Cut him off!

Come here!

(grunting and groaning)

(knife clanging on concrete)

Come here!

There you go.
There you go. What?!

Get his arm.
Get his arm!

What did you do
it for, huh?

Lousy stinking jealousy!

That's the best news
I've heard in two days.

That's fantastic.
Get him out of here.

Yeah, Commissioner Reagan,
please.

Nice work, Detective.

I got 36 minutes
with nothing to do.

Sammy's cover is still intact.

The operation is a go.

36 minutes.

That's quite a son
you've got there.

What happened?

Well, Detective, you got shot.

So they tell me, sir.

Sorry about that.

We can talk
about what happened later.

I want to stay in the program.

Well, the good news is
your cover is still intact.

Do you remember what you
asked me when I started?

I think so.

I asked if you thought you could
make the sacrifices required,

and you said that, uh,
the same radicals

attacked your family back home.

That's right.

America gave me safe harbor
from that.

America gave me the chance
to fight for what's right.

That is a debt
I have sworn to repay.

You know, Sammy,
when I first became a cop,

the bad guys were pretty easy
to figure out.

They were
no less bad, but...

now the threats come
from all over the globe.

I can't win this battle
without men like you.

I'll make a deal
with you.

You heal up,
we'll talk about it.

Thank you, sir.

Well, actually, Sammy,

thank you.

(grunting)

Yeah, yeah.
Come on.

(bell dings)

Time!

Good work, kid.

So I guess this is the part
where I say I'm sorry.

That I was wrong.

You were right.

Oh, it was just some
weird hunch I had that she

was on the
level, you know?

Lucky for Melissa,
you stayed with it,

'cause I was no help
to the girl.

So why did the brother do it?

Family cut him
out of the will,

so all the money
was going to her.

But if she was
declared incompetent,

he's next of kin,

all the money
goes to him.

Ah, the root of all evil.

I'm glad I was born good-looking
instead of rich.

Still, nice work.

I should have
known better.

You got something special.

Different kind of,
I don't know, instinct.

You remind me
of your brother Joe.

Thanks, Sarge.

You're welcome.

Hey.
How's it going?

Reagan.

Hey.

Detective Malevsky.

What's going on?

We didn't get a chance
to talk the other day.

(laughing):
Your brother, Danny--
what a hot dog.

Grandstanding that judge.

He's a good detective, though.

So was your brother Joe.

That's what people say.

You know... we worked together,

in the Warrant Squad.

Lydia Gonsalves
worked there, too, but...

you knew that already.

Boy, I bet, with your brother
killed in the line of duty,

your family worries about you.

Just... make sure
you're careful.

It can be dangerous out here.

Nice car.

FRANK:
At 4:00 this afternoon,

detectives from the New York
City Intelligence Division

took into custody
four Pakistani nationals

for allegedly plotting
a bioterrorism attack

against New York City's
water supply system.

I would like to introduce
Deputy Commissioner Soren,

head of NYPD Intelligence,

to brief you on the details
of this operation.

SOREN:
Good afternoon.

Uh, first I would like to stress
that this was a serious threat

made by a sophisticated cell

whose members were hell-bent

on seeing the realization
of their plan,

and that if executed...

You know, I think
Sammy was a cop.

What makes you
say that?

You think I'm a
lousy detective?

What kind
of question is that?

Well... when I mentioned
9/11, you didn't react.

And then you tell me to get out
of the Malik interrogation.

And, uh, what really
tipped it off is

you stopped talking to me...

like my stupid
ex-husband used to do.

(Soren continues talking on TV)

You know, you can
trust me, Danny,

with anything.

I already know that.

Do you?
Yeah.

'Cause I think
you're a great detective.

SOREN:
...city, state,
this great country.

Now I'd like to turn
the microphone back

to Commissioner Reagen.

FRANK:
Here in New York City,
we have learned,

firsthand...

that our enemies
will stop at nothing

to inflict harm upon us.

And for those who would assail
this great metropolis,

hear this:

Our fight against you
will respect no clock,

no calendar, no boundary.

In short,
we will stop at nothing

to hunt you down
and bring you to justice.

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