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Reagan, I got her wallet.

Bank cards and cash still in there?

Yep.

We thinking it's personal?

Judging by the bruising

on the neck, she was strangled to death.

You know what that means.

Nine times out of ten...

The killer knew the victim. That's right.

She didn't die here, either.

She was dragged over here

and posed like this.

Look at her. Arms crossed, crucifix in her hands.

Like she's laid out at her own wake.

Yeah.

Some kind of ritual?

Or a mocking gesture. Who is she?

Uh, Kathleen D'Amato.

20 years old.

Kings County Community College I.D.

Resides in Brooklyn.

Well, not anymore.

What?

She kind of reminds me of the pretty Italian girl

in high school that all the Irish boys fell in love with.

The one that got away?

Nope.

The one I married.

(sighs)

Sir?

I'm coming, Baker.

We're gonna need ten minutes.

Tell my detail.

BAKER: Yes, sir.

About an hour ago,

two Miami cops were shot by an ex-NYPD officer.

One fatally.

Is he in custody?

No, he's in the wind.

Are they positive on the I.D.?

The cop who survived was the investigator

who turned him down for the job in their department.

He I.D.'d him as one Pedro Mendoza.

Six years on the job here.

Retired NYPD?

No. Terminated.

They're gonna want his psych report,

his termination transcripts, all the evaluations.

They have some of that from his application.

The rest I've ordered up to be released to them

pending your go-ahead. And reach out

to his former C.O.'s.

See if we can harvest anything about his personal life.

Good idea.

What about the fatality?

A sergeant.

15 years on the job, wife and two kids.

(sighs)

Baker, get me Chief Brooks of the Miami PD.

Frank?

I know it's not on us,

but it's like a punch in the gut anyway.

I hate this part.

All they want are answers,

and all we got are questions.

Cops?

Yes, sir. Detective Reagan.

This is Detective Baez.

You're Kathleen's father?

Vince D'Amato.

Well, we're very sorry for your loss, sir.

Uh, we have a few questions we need to ask.

You think you might be up for it right now?

Yeah. Right this way.

Your wife?

(sighs): Yeah.

Rosa died last year.

Uh, I guess I'm thankful

she didn't have to go through this.

Mr. D'Amato, can you tell us when was the last time

you had contact with your daughter?

Yeah. We were working at the store till about 5:00,

then she went off to school.

We were in the middle of inventory.

Kathleen had a... a great system.

But I couldn't understand it.

We have reason to think that Kathleen knew

the person who did this.

Do you know of any conflicts

she had with anyone recently?

A boyfriend?

No, she didn't have a boyfriend.

It was just the two of us.

What about friends?

Any enemies?

(chuckling): Enemies? No.

I mean, I don't think so.

She was a sweet girl.

Okay. She have any issues with anyone at school?

Anything you can think of?

Not that I know of.

She was an art student.

Truth is she was only there a couple times a week.

Working in the studio all by herself.

She was a good person, Detective.

Of course.

Too good sometimes.

And you are?

This is Joe Ferraro.

Joe's like a son to me.

You say too good, uh, how do you mean?

Meaning she would talk to anybody.

Strangers, homeless guys,

creeps on the subway trying to hit on her.

Kathleen had a good heart.

She always saw the best in people.

Of course.

Um, do you know if she was dating

any of these strangers or creeps, by any chance?

No.

She was a good Catholic girl.

She just always

gave everybody the benefit of the doubt.

And now look what happened.

Vince makes Kathleen sound like Mother Teresa.

Yeah, well, that's what fathers do sometimes.

You know, it's that unconditional love thing.

20-year-old beauty like that and no boyfriend?

Or no enemies?

No way.

BAKER: Sergeant Renzulli, sir.

You wanted to see me, sir?

Sit down.

You were at the 12th when Pedro Mendoza got canned.

Yes.

What can you tell me about him?

That it didn't come as a shock to me

the guy went postal in Miami.

Why do you think?

Well, as you know, he got bounced from here

for multiple excessive force complaints.

And the guy was a real boss-hater.

And he had an edge to him.

I mean, you couldn't tell whether he'd just

swallow a reprimand or he was about to haul off on you.

Ever on you?

Close enough that I gave him a complaint for it.

Who else did he have a beef with?

Just about everybody above him.

The guy was convinced

that he was the next Medal for Valor cop,

and that we were all just holding him back.

Can I ask you something, sir?

Sure, Tony.

They think he's on some kind of rampage down there?

Is that why you're, uh, profiling him up here?

All we know is he's in the wind,

and we're just trying to get them everything we can.

Tony, I need you to keep

this conversation between us for now.

Yes, sir.

Anything else you can think of?

Uh, the guy that got his locker next,

when he opened it,

Mendoza had written, uh, in black magic marker

on the inside of it: "Welcome to Fort Surrender.

Sergeant Renzulli, Chicken in Chief."

Like he was some kind of pissed-off high school kid.

(sighs)

Now he's a sociopath with NYPD sniper training.

That's her.

Helen Korth?

Hey. Detective Reagan.

My partner, Detective Baez. We need to ask you

a few questions about Kathleen D'Amato.

God, I-I still can't believe what happened.

Do you know... do you know who did this?

Well, we were hoping you could help us out with that.

Her cell phone records show

you were the last person she spoke to.

Was she acting stressed-out or saying anything unusual?

No.

No, not at all.

I-I just called to set up a study group with her.

So you were friends?

Yeah.

All of us in the group are friends.

These other art students,

do you have all their information?

Art students?

We were studying Arabic.

Arabic?

Is something wrong?

Her father

was under the impression she was an art major.

Yeah, well, she was probably just trying to protect him.

From?

You a Muslim?

I noticed the Koran

in your bag. You're Muslim?

(chuckles)

We don't all wear burkas.

I mean, I-I dress more conservatively

when I go to mosque,

just like someone would for temple or church,

and I don't eat pork or drink alcohol,

but other than that,

I'm just like any other student here.

Did Kathleen go to mosque with you?

No.

She have any other secrets?

Like, uh, maybe a Muslim boyfriend?

I don't know.

Look, whoever did this to her

knew her.

Do you understand what I'm saying here?

No. He was... he was crazy about her.

He would... he would never lay a finger on her.

(sighs)

Who's "he"?

She never told me his name.

But she talked about him a lot.

Were they dating?

No. Kathleen was very shy.

She was waiting for him to make the first move.

He was Muslim.

I think she may have gone

to the same mosque as him.

Which one?

The one on Fulton.

(man singing Islamic call to prayer)

(speaking Arabic)

(speaking Arabic)

(man singing Islamic call to prayer)

(speaking Arabic)

(continues speaking Arabic)

Thank you for speaking with us, Imam Jadid.

Actually, I'm not sure why you're here.

We're investigating the murder of Kathleen D'Amato.

I understand that from your message.

But I don't see what that has to do with us.

We're trying to track down

people that she hung around with,

and we understand that she hung around

with somebody from this mosque.

I don't like what you're implying.

We're not implying anything, are we?

No, we're not. Look, we'd just like to speak

to her friend, is all.

Being friends isn't a crime.

No, it's not a crime,

and we're not trying to make it a crime.

We would just like to speak to this guy

and see if we can right a wrong.

The few times she came here,

she was with one young man

who's a member of our congregation.

I don't know the nature of their... relationship.

Okay. But do you know the nature of his name?

So, how are we gonna play this?

Let's work under the assumption

he's the boyfriend nobody knows about.

Makes sense. (knocking)

Try to get him to fess up.

If he does, we, uh, get to go home early.

How's that sound?

Sarcastic.

Salem Haddad?

Yes. Can I help you?

We need to ask you some questions

about Kathleen D'Amato.

Of course.

Come in.

Go ahead. Sit down.

You take classes at Kings Community College?

Yes. That's where I met Kathleen.

She was just wandering around the campus.

She looked... lost.

We started to talk.

She was very smart.

You two became close?

We were friends.

Friends? Or more than friends?

Friends.

Did you know she was studying Arabic?

I did.

Was she doing that for you?

I don't know.

I hoped so.

Was she your girlfriend?

(chuckles)

I had feelings for her.

And did she have feelings back?

I don't know.

I wanted to ask her.

Now it's too late.

We're putting together a timeline

leading up to Kathleen's murder--

where she was before her death, where she was going.

Can you help us with that?

Good.

Where were you at approximately 10:00 the night

Kathleen was murdered?

I didn't kill Kathleen.

I loved her.

Oh, now we're going from feelings to love?

Where were you?

I was working at the Kamal Market.

It's right on the corner.

We were supposed to see each other

when I got off, but she...

she never showed up.

(clattering)

Somebody else here?

My brother Mustafa.

He lives here, too.

You Mustafa?

Yes.

Why are you talking to them?

Can't you see that they think

you're a suspect in this whore's murder?

She wasn't a whore,

and they're just trying to help.

How many times do I have to tell you

that cops don't help our kind?

Why don't you both settle down, all right?

What kind is that you're talking about?

You know exactly what I mean.

(sighs) Where were you at 10:00

the night of this "whore's" murder?

I'm not answering that question. Why not?

Because I don't have to.

It's in your Constitution.

It's everyone's Constitution.

Including Kathleen D'Amato's.

Are we under arrest?

Are we?!

No.

Then please leave.

Mustafa! Be quiet, Salem!

If you think you've got a case against us, prove it.

Now, get out.

Okay.

FRANK: There is no one in this room who got where he is

by sitting back and waiting for further developments.

Or by jumping the gun.

I think we're saying the same thing here, really.

Are we?

With all due respect, no.

Well, at least that's settled.

Worst-case scenario

if the PC puts the department on high alert.

Tens of thousands of armed officers on a manhunt

for a five-ten, 165-pound Hispanic male,

the description of which happens to fit

tens of thousands of our population,

none of them our cop killer.

Unless he's here. Then there's one.

In the future, maybe.

Right now, it's a recipe for disaster.

Oh, come on. I got more faith in my people than that.

Frank, it's math, not faith. We're not saying...

All right, strike it.

Let's just say for the sake of this

that the profile, the boss-hater,

is what's driving him.

He got bounced from the 12th.

So we shine a light on the 12th? Why not?

(scoffs) You think these guys only talk

to the other cops in their precinct?

Within hours, word will be out

at every precinct in all five boroughs.

We'll have everybody jumping out of their skins

when, for all we know, Mendoza's holed up

in Miami.

Hey. Hey.

I checked the surveillance tapes at the market where Salem works. And?

He was there, so he's off the list.

Great. I didn't like him for this anyway.

What about you? Any luck with his brother?

Well, his big brother Mustafa, on the other hand,

he's a very angry young man.

He's got a bunch of summons

for disorderly conduct and harassment.

What kind of harassment? Standing outside of the mosque

harassing women as they walked by for the way they're dressed.

Smart money says it's because they looked like "whores."

Hmm, what a charmer.

Shame I didn't ask for his number.

Well, now you can get your second chance.

Where are we going?

We're going to pick him up.

With what probable cause?

None. Danny...

He never answered the harassment summons.

Well, that's against the law.

Yes, it is.

BAEZ: Muslims aren't supposed to smoke.

Maybe he doesn't inhale while he works.

Oh.

DANNY: Excuse me.

We're looking for Mustafa Haddad.

He's not here.

Oh, really?

Yeah, he, uh... just left.

Oh, really?

He just left.

Okay, thanks.

(quietly): Why don't you take a walk and meet me

around the back alley, okay?

I'm gonna use the restroom.

(door creaks loudly) MAN: I said he's not here.

He just left.

(door shuts)

Hold it!

(woman screams)

Police! Don't move!

Come here.

(grunting)

Turn over.

Turn over!

To answer your question from earlier,

yeah, you're under arrest.

Where were you the night of Kathleen D'Amato's murder?

Come on, Mustafa.

I even kept my, uh, partner outside

as a sign of respect to you and your beliefs.

So why don't you relax,

and we'll have a little conversation, you and I, okay?

I have nothing to say to you, either.

You had a lot to say the other day.

You remember when you called the victim of a murder a whore?

Do you have any idea

how a jury reacts to a comment like that?

It is the truth.

Why? Because she loved your brother?

Because she is not one of us.

You do not date

outside of your kind. Or...

Mustafa will put an end to it, huh?

She was tempting my brother.

Leading him away from the teachings of Allah.

So you did Allah's work, is that it?

Hmm?

Now would be a great time for you to take credit

for the good deed you've done.

I didn't kill her.

I was with the Imam studying the Koran.

Ask him.

I'll ask him.

But why didn't you just say that from the beginning?

Why should I?

What have I done to deserve this,

other than being Muslim?

Well...

you called the victim of a homicide a whore,

a woman that your own brother cared deeply about.

You've been scooped up a half dozen times

in front of your own mosque for harassing women

for the clothes that they wear.

And you are harassing me for my religion.

No.

I'll scoop up any scumbag who commits a crime.

I don't give a rat's ass what their faith is.

And whether you think so or not,

Mustafa, I would do the same for you.

How about catching the guys

that did this after 9/11?

I was just walking down the street,

and they saw my prayer cap.

They called me a camel jockey and said it was my fault.

I was 12 years old.

How about you find them?

Right now I'm trying to find a killer.

You can decide whether or not you want to help me

while I go check out your alibi, okay?

I'm sorry that happened to you.

RENZULLI: Flu shots will be available in the half hour

before and after every tour today and tomorrow.

Consider it mandatory, okay?

Ten-hut!

Commissioner.

As you were.

We have a possible

regarding Pedro Mendoza,

the former NYPD officer

who is wanted for the murder

of a Miami police officer and the wounding of another.

Just over an hour ago,

a male fitting his description was involved

in a shooting incident with police

at the Philadelphia Amtrak station.

The details are fluid,

but he is in the wind,

and we don't have a fix on where he's headed.

His photo and description are being distributed

at all precincts as we speak.

But I am here...

at the 12th.

From the profile we put together,

there is evidence to suggest

that Mr. Mendoza may have an agenda.

Taking his revenge on the cops he blames for his situation.

While we have no hard evidence he is headed here,

or even to our city...

he was terminated at this precinct.

And some of you had a hand in the evaluations

that led to his dismissal.

And while the termination was righteous,

this former detective's instinct...

is to err on the side of caution here.

Double the plainclothes tours.

Double the respondents to all critical code dispatches.

Every sergeant who turns you out

will be checking for bulletproof vests.

Every plainclothes

with the color of the day

on full display.

Think of today

as each alley is a little darker,

and every routine call...

may not be routine at all.

This is exactly the kind of day...

you were trained for.

Godspeed.

Ten-hut.

At ease.

So she was strangled and her neck was fractured,

but that's not what killed her.

The bruising here is consistent

with someone grabbing her from behind

so that her neck was wedged

between the assailant's bicep and forearm,

cutting off the blood flow.

She probably fractured her vertebrae

struggling to get away.

So he put her in a sleeper hold?

You can die in a matter of seconds if it's held too long.

Right, which is why police departments

across the country stopped using it.

Exactly. We get quite a few accidental

civilian deaths on this. I bet.

Kids pick it up

watching the MMA, or off the Internet.

And I found this.

It's a henna tattoo.

DANNY and TRENT: "Islam Mashallah."

It connotes joyous amazement.

Girls get tattoos for guys.

Maybe she liked Salem more than he knew.

Oh, I bet that tattoo might have made Salem happy,

but I can also think of somebody that it would have pissed off.

Mustafa Haddad was with the Imam,

just like he said.

Figured as much. Moving on.

Vic's yearbook?

Yeah. Kathleen was the homecoming queen.

And where there's a queen,

there's usually a king.

Joe Ferraro.

D'Amato said Ferraro was like a son to him.

That's right.

But maybe he meant more like a son-in-law.

Look at this. "Kathleen, you and me forever.

I'll never let you go. Joe."

Under different circumstances, that might be romantic.

Yeah?

Well, now is where it gets real creepy.

Joe was the captain of the wrestling team.

I bet he knows a sleeper hold.

Exactly. Let's find out

where this guy lives

and go pay him a visit.

It's Ferraro's vehicle.

Yeah. It's packed up like he's taking a trip.

Hey, you going somewhere?

Don't even think about it.

What do you want?

I didn't do nothing.

That works for me.

Yeah. You know, when guys, uh, say that

before we even ask them a question,

typically means they did something.

Look, we just want to ask you a couple of questions

about the murder of Kathleen D'Amato.

This is bull, okay?

Hey! Hey!

Come on, hands against the car.

Get your hands against the car. All right, look, no!

Get your hands up! You should be arresting one of those Muslim bastards!

Get your hands up against the vehicle.

Man, it's like...

it's like every fifth guy fits the description.

No kidding. I feel like I'm eyeballing

for one of my cousins.

Yeah. Hey, look, you want a coffee?

Oh, no, thank you, man. I'm... I'm jumpy as it is.

MAN: Pedro Mendoza, police!

Hey, Vinny.

Colors.

Vinny. Hey, Vinny, colors.

Vinny, colors! Hey!

Vinny, colors. Hey! Hey!

Don't move! Hey, we're on the job! We're on the job!

We're on the job.

We're plainclothes. Where are you from?

The 2-7. 2-7.

You should not be in plainclothes!

You need to get your freaking eyes checked!

Is that me?

From 20 yards, yeah.

We're out of the 12th.

Just calm down, guys, all right?

Sorry. I get it. I get it.

I'm sorry. All good, brother.

We need to get this guy. This is insane.

So you saw Kathleen the night she was killed?

Yeah.

You didn't think to mention that?

Hmm?

You know, Joe,

you're either really stupid or really guilty.

Or maybe both.

I didn't kill Kathleen.

What did you two talk about that night?

Everything.

Stuff we used to do together as kids.

Our plans for the future.

You mean your plans?

They were our plans.

It all changed after her mom died.

Kathleen just drifted away from everyone that she knew.

Like you?

Huh?

She drifted away from you, huh, Joe?

Yeah.

How'd that make you feel?

How the hell do you think?

She became a different person.

It tore Mr. D apart.

DANNY: Mr. D.

Did, uh, Mr. D, or Vince, know

that you, uh, were seeing Kathleen that night?

I mean, he wanted you two back together, right?

Had the wedding planned out.

Practically had our kids baptized.

I asked Kathleen to meet me at Skully's

to set things straight.

I knew something was up when she ordered a damn ice tea.

What's so strange about that?

Just wasn't normal.

I asked her why she wouldn't have a beer

with me like she used to.

Maybe she just didn't feel like it.

No, that wasn't it.

So, what was it?

(sighs)

Hey, what was it, Joe?

Why wouldn't Kathleen drink alcohol?

Because she became a Muslim,

and it was against the rules.

Kathleen converted to Islam?

Muslims call it "reverted."

That's what she said they called it.

So you wanted to have a family with Kathleen,

but you knew there was no way

you were gonna raise your kids Muslim,

and that gave you no chance with her,

and that made you emotional,

and you went a little ballistic, huh?

Yeah, you're damn right.

We got in a big fight.

But she ran out.

And you just let her go?

What was I supposed to do?

Were you at the bar all night?

I went out to smoke a couple cigarettes.

Beside that,

yeah.

Joe, did you call Vince and cry on his shoulder that night?

(sighs)

I'm not answering any more questions until I get a lawyer.

He's hiding something.

You think?

And how does Kathleen convert without somebody knowing?

It's different for Muslims.

They read the Koran, they take a cleansing shower,

they say a few prayers, and they're in.

Two tours in Fallujah.

Let's check this kid's alibi out, all right?

JACK: Pork roast.

My favorite. Mine, too.

Everything's your favorite.

Sorry I'm late, gang.

Dad.

Hey, how goes the case?

Chasing our tails.

LINDA: You know, it's been a hell of a week.

Why don't we just leave business at the office?

Sounds good to me.

Somehow, I don't think Linda meant

we take a vow of silence.

(chuckles) NICKY: Can I ask one

work-related question?

That girl they found

in the cemetery-- I read she was murdered

because she converted to Islam. Is that true?

DANNY: Well, we got a

bigoted ex-boyfriend and a blossoming relationship

between her and a Muslim guy,

but that's all we got.

HENRY: In my experience,

interfaith relationships almost always cause problems.

SEAN: I thought Great-Grandma

was Catholic.

(laughs)

I didn't mean my personal experience.

Though she never forgave the Vatican

for taking Latin from the Mass.

I say you can't help who you fall in love with.

Hmm. ERIN: Is there something

I need to know? (Henry laughs)

FRANK: Unfortunately, not everyone

is as tolerant as you are, Nicky.

It shouldn't be anybody else's business.

ERIN: True...

in a perfect world,

which is not what we have.

Raises a lot of questions, Nicky.

How do you raise the kids?

Who gives in?

Better work that stuff out before you tie the knot.

Make a compromise.

Yeah, but the definition of a good compromise

is when neither side is happy.

Sounds like a normal marriage to me.

(laughter)

LINDA: Hmm.

Since when have you ever had

to compromise on anything?

Grandpa, what would you have done if Mom announced

she was marrying, say, a Muslim guy?

Okay, now you're just trying to cause problems.

Actually, I'd kind of like to hear this one.

Mm-hmm. I'd like to hear it, too.

You want my initial knee-jerk Irish-Catholic response?

Kick the guy's butt on down the road.

Yeah, or mine.

(Henry chuckles)

On my good days, when I'm thinking right,

hopefully, it's about who he is.

And how he treats my daughter.

DANNY: Mmm.

Well, I want to be Jewish.

You what? JAMIE: What?

What?

ERIN: What? Come again?

Well, I've been to three Bar Mitzvahs this year.

Uh-huh. And they're all

crazy fun, and

they get to clean up in the gift department.

Oh. That's a great reason.

LINDA: Mm-hmm. Okay.

That's fine, but you're gonna have to go to Hebrew school.

JAMIE: Yeah, and you might have

to give up on Christmas presents.

Not to mention bacon.

Really?

Bacon... the ultimate test of faith.

(laughter)

Did you speak to the bartender?

BAEZ: He confirmed he was there.

He went in and out a couple of times,

but he, uh... he was still at the bar for last call.

So, in other words, we got squat.

(Danny slams bowl on table)

Yeah, fine. I'll meet you at the house.

All right.

Sorry, kid.

You're gonna have to finish the dishes on your own.

I got to go.

Funny how you're always on a hot case

when it come to doing the dishes.

Well, you know, maybe you can pull

the same scam one day yourself.

After you get your gold shield.

Forget it. Bye, Dad.

Anything else you can tell me about Mendoza, where he is?

You know everything I know.

Dad, that's never the case.

You got a specific question?

Any more evidence that the 12th is a target?

No more or less than I had in the muster room.

But you know about the incident with me and Vinny.

Yes, I do.

It's not the only one.

I know that, too.

I hate the not knowing.

(quiet sigh)

It's the one part of the job

that you can't put a pay grade on,

and there's nothing for it but the awful waiting.

*

There were no calls from Joe Ferraro's mobile

to or from anyone in the relevant time frame.

Which means he didn't tell Vince

about Kathleen's conversion before her death.

So there goes motive for Vince.

Unless Kathleen told Vince

about the conversion to Islam herself.

Look, she knew he was working late

at the store that night, right?

She also knew he was having a hard time

figuring out her accounting system, so...

maybe she went over to the store to help him and...

just decided to come clean to him, too.

"Hey, Pop, your little angel just converted to Islam"?

Would he really kill his kid over that?

Look, I know Catholics aren't exactly known

for honor killings, but think about it.

When his wife died, his world crumbled, right?

And now his daughter's gonna turn her back

on the only thing he has left to hold on to, his Catholic faith?

I mean, it's possible.

Even if you're right, we got no hard evidence.

We can't make the case.

No, we can make the case--

if we can get Vince D'Amato to confess to his sins.

WOMAN (over radio): All units confined to 12th Precinct,

off-duty officer reports suspect matching description

Miami shooting suspect Pedro Mendoza

entering storage facility at 8090 Broadway.

Requesting 10-85 forthwith.

Kill lights and sirens.

Central, is that confirmed by the officer?

That is confirmed.

Is Sergeant Renzulli on the air?

12th Sergeant Renzulli is en route to location.

Ten-four.

Reagan and Cruz, we got the corner covered going east.

If he turns west, he's headed your way.

Copy that. Looking for jeans, baseball jacket

and tan work boots.

Affirmative. All right, let's go. Come on.

Three guys.

Hey, we got three guys out there, all wearing colors.

Find your best angle

on that storage facility door, all right?

I'm praying this is him.

I want this over with.

Yeah, you and me both, brother.

RENZULLI: Is that him? Is that him?

I don't know. I can't see his face.

He wasn't wearing a freaking hoodie.

He's got tan boots and jeans-- he could've changed his jacket.

We need a positive I.D. on this guy.

I'm going on foot.

I'm on the move.

Copy that.

That's our boy.

Take him!

Mendoza!

Show us your hands! You bitch!

Suspect is down!

Repeat, suspect is down!

(panting): Now it's over.

Mr. D'Amato! Hey.

Detectives.

Come on in.

(sighs) You found anything?

Uh, as a matter of fact, yeah,

I believe we found our guy.

You did?

It was Joe Ferraro.

(exhales) That's not possible.

(stammers) You just let him go.

Yeah, we did let him go,

but then we found some of his DNA

underneath Kathleen's fingernails

and... we sent a car

to pick him up. No, no, no,

no, no, no. Joe wouldn't do that.

Really? Yeah.

I mean, look, they... they had a fight earlier.

Maybe she scratched him.

Who told you they had a fight?

Joe.

Joe did.

That's funny.

We checked his phone records.

He never called you after any fight.

Maybe it was later-- I don't know exactly when.

Did Joe also tell you that your daughter Kathleen

had converted to Islam?

DANNY: Your sweet little Catholic girl

went all Muslim?

No.

My Kathleen... was a good Catholic girl.

But she converted.

She... well, she was confused.

She didn't know what she wanted.

How do you know she was confused? She toldme.

DANNY: But she didn't tell you she was confused.

She told you that she converted

to Islam and she wasn't coming back

to the Catholic Church. No.

That's right, she came over here after she met with Joe,

she came to help you with the systems,

and she confided in you, her father, Yes!

Yes, she did! that she converted to Islam!

Yes! Okay?

Yeah.

So, you want to tell us

how it happened, Mr. D'Amato?

(long sigh)

Kathleen was my whole world.

She was all I had left.

When she told me that she converted to Islam...

She met this guy.

I... I laughed; I thought she was joking.

Then she ripped off her crucifix and threw it on the floor.

Her mothergave her that cross.

Her mother.

What did you do?

She told me that...

I'd never see her again...

if I didn't accept her decision.

Then she turned her back on me, so... I grabbed her,

tight.

I didn't want her to go.

Yeah, but she wanted to leave.

So you held her a little tighter, didn't you?

Yeah.

And then you squeezed her so tight

that she lost consciousness and stopped breathing.

Isn't that right, Mr. D'Amato?

She, uh... she went to sleep.

No.

She didn't; she died.

And you dragged her body to the cemetery.

(panting)

I put her... where she'd be safe,

under God's eyes.

Then I put the crucifix in her hand.

She was a good Catholic girl.

Yeah.

"Was" being the operative word.

Get on your feet,

Mr. D'Amato.

Come on.

(door opens)

BAKER: Sir?

Good night, Baker.

Anything before I go?

No. You have a good evening.

Do you want some dinner sent up?

I'll get something at home.

What should I tell your detail?

(sighs quietly)

That I'll be ready when I'm ready.

Sir, it's almost 9:30.

Cop turns his gun on other cops.

A father murders his own daughter.

Some days, you just have to turn them off.

Easier said than done.

Till tomorrow, Commissioner Reagan.

Good night, Abigail.

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