All language subtitles for Law and order S20E03 - Great Satan

In the criminal justice system

the people are represented
by two separate
yet equally important groups,

the police
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Hey! How many times
I got to tell you?
Stay out of my garbage.

What do you care, man?
Were you going to read it?

Just get out of here
or I'll call the cops,
all right?

Go ahead. Call them.

One, two, three, lift.

Come on, come on.

Is he going to make it?

No. Not if we stand
here chatting.

He's got a bullet
in his chest, could be
bleeding out. Let's go.

The victim's ID says
James Caruso,
23-years-old.

Uh, did anybody
see anything?

I mean, it's the
middle of the day.

That guy.
He called it in.

Sir?
Hey, buddy!

You saw
what happened?

The kid was in front
of my store five minutes
before.

He's a curb shopper.
He goes through garbage
looking for treasures.

He was poking
through this one when
the guy came up.

The guy?

Tall, gray hair,
suit pants, uh,
white shirt.

The kid was reaching for
something in the can,

and the guy ran up to him
and pulled a gun.

This can here?
Mmm-hmm.

The guy started yelling.
The kid freaked and
pushed him,

and the guy just shot him.

Then he just stood there,
like he was surprised the gun
even went off.

Then he saw me looking
and he just took off.

All right, did you hear
what he was yelling about?

No, I was too far away.

Maybe this.

$100 bills.
Nice and crisp.

A credit card receipt,
today's date.

Three cheeseburgers.

And extra lettuce.

Your name's on
the receipt, Randy.
It's Randall.

Randy is an adjective,
which only sometimes
describes me.

Do you own a gun, Randall?

No, I don't own a gun.
And I didn't go across town

to throw my cheeseburger bag
into a garbage can with...

How much did you say?
10,000.

New bills.

We're thinking drug deal,
or a gambling debt.

Who'd I owe, the Sanitation
Department? I walked away
from my car for 10 minutes.

I left here, I walked to
the burger place, there,
I came back

to pick up my CEO and
drive him to his tennis club.

What did you do
with the bag?

I ate the burgers
on the way back
and I tossed it.

Tossed it where?
In the park.

So I littered. Anybody
could've picked it up.

Yeah.

Maybe somebody
coming out of there.

Fresh $100 bills.

Let's see who
made a withdrawal.

Just tell them
what happened.
They said not to.

No, we don't have
a choice.
Darlene.

My husband shot
somebody.

Okay, sir. Turn around.

Turn around.
Where's the gun? Hmm?

Top drawer.

Please! My husband's
not a criminal! He didn't
mean to do it.

Ma'am, please,
stand over there.

Turn around
and tell me what
you did mean to do.

Well, our daughter was
kidnapped. I just wanted
him to tell me where she is.

Okay. I think you need
to start at the beginning.

We got a call from
her cell phone.

I could hear her crying
in the background.

A man said to put
$10,000 in a fast food bag

and put it in
a garbage can
or he'd kill her.

We called her school,

and they said that she'd
gone off-campus for lunch

and didn't come back.
They...

They can't find her.

So you went to the bank,
you got the money, and
you found a fast-food bag.

And I put it in
the garbage can,

but I waited to see
who picked it up.

Waited with a gun.

I wanted to make him
tell me where
my daughter is.

Is, is he still alive?
Did he say anything?

Mr. Sorenson,
that might have been
just some kid

scavenging through
the garbage.

No.

Please, you've got
to help us.

Actually you've got
to come with us.
Excuse me.

No!
What if they
call back?

We've been trying to
call them, to explain.

Dad?
What's going on?

Oh my God! Jill!

Jill! Are you all right?

Did they hurt you?

Who? I was with Amanda.

Amanda?

We cut class.

Where's your
cell phone?

I don't know.
I lost it.

So my dad shot someone
because he thought
I'd been kidnapped?

Uh, yeah.
Which, for the record,
you hadn't been. Correct?

No. I was in Times Square
with a friend.

We just went
to see a movie.

This is my fault.

No, it's not.

They hang out
at the theaters,

spot a well-dressed kid,
steal her cell phone,

and then call her
parents and tell them
she's been kidnapped

with an accomplice
screaming for daddy
in the background.

Virtual kidnapping.

Simple, low-risk, and
there's no actual hostage
to lock up and feed.

Very simple, except
for James Caruso,
the kid who got shot.

Yeah, he's
the neighborhood
dumpster diver.

Wrong can,
wrong time.

The guy who was supposed to
pick up the money was probably
a few feet away,

and he took off when
the shooting started.

So, what are you going to do
about the shooter,
Mr. Sorenson?

Well, Caruso's going to live,
and Sorenson's paying
the hospital bill, so

if his story checks out,
probably assault one.

Yeah.

Thanks.
See ya.

Okay.

Yeah?

Oh, thank you.

It's the girl's
cell phone records.

Uh, she texted her boyfriend
at 11:14, then the
phone was stolen.

Here's the call
to her parents at 11:58.
Hmm.

Then one call,
international, 35 minutes.

Country code 967.

Yeah, that's Yemen.

That's interesting.

Um, I'm going to be
out for a while.

Uh, if this breaks,
you let me know.

Yeah. Okay.

You didn't have to come.
It's just an IV.

Chemotherapy.

Right.

I'm getting better already.

Mom, I wanted to be here.

So, what are you going to do,
just sit there and
stare at me for an hour?

Yes. Then take you home.

So where were you when
I needed my kitchen painted?

I was scared my
first time, too.

Well, then I...
I hope I can be just
as brave as you are.

Hey.
You're off-duty.

I'm glad you're here, Son.

Yemen.

Yeah. Some of the
Al-Qaeda guys tired of
dodging Predator drones

in Pakistan have found
a new home there.

I heard.
So I was thinking, maybe...

The number the guys who
stole the cell phone called

is a land line in Sa'dah.

That's not a number
we're monitoring.

It's not?

You think virtual kidnappings
could be fundraising
for terrorists?

They smuggle drugs,
counterfeit money,
sell fake DVDs.

Can you find out if
the number in Yemen made
any calls to the US?

Uh, you want me to find out
officially, or unofficially?

Officially.

The virtual
kidnapper called
a phone in Yemen.

That phone makes regular calls
to one person in New York.

Sameer Ahmed, 23,
born in Syria,

moved to Brooklyn
with his parents
when he was four,

became a US citizen
six months ago.

And he celebrates
by fake kidnapping
teenage girls?

Land of opportunity.

He has a brother in Yemen,
supposedly studying
to be an engineer.

You know this isn't even
enough to arrest the guy

in Brooklyn for
the virtual kidnapping.

We can't prove
he made the call.

What about a wiretap?
Maybe we catch him
doing it again.

Yeah, and if you happen
to hear him talking
some kind of terror plot...

That'd be okay, too.

All right, all right,
don't worry about it.

I'm telling you, man,
bigger ain't better.

This ain't 1995.

You want to go small,
low-profile.

Okay, okay.
I just want the best ones.

Dude, come on,
I'll get you the best ones.

They're just not
going to be big, okay?

I'll call you later.

Six hours on stereo equipment?

Don't we have interns?

Oh, what is that?

Lo mein? Hey, Lupo,

we have any more
granola bars left?

Last one.

- Hello?
- Sameer.

I got tired of waiting on you,
so I found one on my own.

She just went
into the theater.
I already called her parents.

Green garbage can,
northwest corner
26th and Second.

2:00.
Don't screw it up this time.

Okay.

2:00. That's
less than an hour.

Let's go screw it up.

Sameer! What's in the bag?

Police! Freeze!

Hey, what's going on?
What have you got here?

They're hamburgers.
Oh, yeah, hamburgers?

What's this then,
your Happy Meal prize?

That's mine. The bag's
a disguise, you know?
So I don't get mugged.

Turn around and put
your hands on the car.

What do you got here?
The whole cop army?

Possible terrorist
connection, we don't take
chances.

Terrorist? No, no, no,
you got it wrong.

You have the right
to remain silent.
Anything you say...

I'm not a terrorist.

...can and will be
used against you.
I'm just trying

to raise some cash
to open a store.
You have the right

to an attorney.
For stereo equipment.

Yeah? And what about
your brother in Yemen?

I'm not a terrorist!

What kind of store
is he running?

You can't arrest me.

We already did.

Look, hold up.
My partner, he and
his friends,

they want to do something
to hurt America.

Hey. Do what?

Let me go. I can help you.

I love America.
I'm a citizen.

Help us how, Sameer?

Hey, call me Sam, all right?
I can find out
what they're doing.

They're waiting for me.

If I don't get back in
half an hour, they'll know
something's wrong.

I can help you.

Everything went smooth
this time.

You took your cut?

I did.

Good. Enjoy it.

Wait.

I want in.

In on what?

You, Ali, Joe,
I've heard you talking.

We weren't talking to you,
Stereo Man.

Hey, the stuff this
country's been doing...

Somebody got to pay.

I know electronics.
That could come in handy,
all right?

You really want
to do something?

Yeah. Don't you?

Come to my place tomorrow.
We'll talk.

That's crappy sound.
You hear that feedback?

I ought to sell you guys
some decent equipment.

We'll try to do better
next time. So what have
these guys been talking about?

Justice, jihad,
blowing things up.

Where?

Here in New York.

All right, who's who?

That's Charles Cole.
He converted in prison.

Hardcore guy. He was up
for armed robbery, I think,
and rape.

These two?

Ali Hossam and Joe Darwish.

They're Egyptian, but
Joe was born in Brooklyn.

They used to go to the
same mosque as me.

And they were talking jihad,
all the while you were

shaking rich girls'
daddies down to
open up a stereo store?

And never once did you
mention this to the police
before you got busted?

They're scary guys, man.

They say Cole killed somebody.

But I'm sorry,
I should have told you.

I love this country.

What he loves is
not going to jail.

Yeah, that, too.

Offer probation on extortion
for the virtual kidnapping

in exchange for his
cooperation, which
you'll monitor.

I'll draft the agreement.

This is our area.
FBI or at least
a joint task force.

It's our case.

Do your people have
any experience
in this kind of thing?

Detective Lupo spent
four years overseas
with NYPD Intel.

Doing what?

You're not cleared.

We can detach
Detectives Lupo and
Bernard to JTTF.

That was easy.

There are guidelines.

We've developed rapport
with Mr. Ahmed.

It stays with us.
We'll keep you in the loop.

US Attorney
may feel different.

He has my number.

Lieutenant?

Damn Feds.

They send their anti-terror
dollars to Schenectady, then
want to run cases in New York.

How are you doing?

Fine.

Are you
currently involved in
any criminal activity,

outside of the
virtual kidnapping?

No.

Are you currently a defendant
in an ongoing criminal trial?

No. Come on already,
where do I sign?

This is not a
get-out-of-jail free card.

You do not break the law
unless you are instructed
to do so by us.

Mmm-hmm.
If you do get arrested,
you call us.

If you can't reach us,
you call Lieutenant Van Buren.

If my erection lasts
more than four hours,

call my doctor.

You think
this is funny, Sameer?

No. It's Sam.

I forget. You're
Yankee Doodle Dandy, right?

You're born here, you don't
appreciate this country.

My father, in Syria,

he was locked up and
tortured for three years.

No explanation, no charges,
no nice contract, nothing.

He got out
and ran for his life.
This country took him in.

And I'm pretty sure he'd be
proud to know what
you've been up to lately.

No, he wouldn't.

Starting now, he will.

He's combing his hair.

You're going to love it.

Collateral damage,
my ass, man. It's genocide
against Muslims.

That's Cole.

In Afghanistan, Pakistan,
who those bombs been hitting?

It's a crusade. Bush said it.

He used the word.

One Jew gets
killed in Palestine,

it's front page
on The New York Times.

That's Hossam.

Meanwhile, Abu Ghraib,

we're just supposed
to forget that.

That's me.
Thank you.

You guys been
talking about...

What about Darwish,
the other guy,
was he there?

Yeah, he's just kind of quiet.
He doesn't talk much.

That's not what
the imam on
Atlantic Avenue says.

That guy? He's so busy
going to interfaith
breakfasts with rabbis.

They bought him off.

What do you want to do?

There's a synagogue
in Washington Heights.

I know that place.

Boom.

Oh, that's Darwish.

Blow 'em to hell.

It'd just take a little C-4
or something like that.

I think I know someone
who can get us some.

Who do you know?

You.

You're sure we can
trust this guy?

Don't worry about it.
You'll see.

How do I know this
guy isn't a cop?

I told you,
I know him from
the mosque. Plus...

We've been
running some stuff.

Hmm. Fake kidnappings.

So now he suddenly wants
to do something righteous?

If Allah is willing.

I sympathize.

But I'm going
to need 8,000.

What have you got?

Enough to
bring down a building.

Where did you get this?

I'm in the National Guard.

Two deployments to Iraq.

So I've seen what
my country is capable of.

So when I got home,
I borrowed this.

Are we good?

How do I know this isn't
just Silly Putty, man?

Because Silly Putty

doesn't do this.

It doesn't explode
from a flame.
It just burns.

We used to cook over
this stuff in the field.

We're not going on
no camping trip,
my brother.

Well, then you're
going to need these.
Detonators.

Test one if you like.

Oh, we will.

Just don't hold it in your
hand. That's if you want to
keep your hand.

That's the
storage locker they rented.

With our money.

You did get the $8,000
they paid me for the
Silly Putty, right?

Here they come.

Are you sure
this is safe?

Allah will protect us.

We gave you guys
five detonators.
I only see four.

Our guy and Cole,
they went to the woods
to test it.

You're missing a terrorist,
too, aren't you?

No, that'd be Darwish.
He tends to be a little late.

Not on top.
Put them in
the middle.

Like this?

Run the wires
all together.

Did you get
the power source?

Right here.

The remote control
sets it off.

Did you get a car yet?

It'll be here by 9:00.

What's the plan
after that?

They load the bomb
in the trunk,
drive to the synagogue.

Another car pulls up,
they all get in,
drive a block away,

push the remote control,
blow up the building.

Or not.

Back up! Back up!

Go back! Go back!

Put your hands
on your heads! Now!

Put your hands
on your heads where
I can see them!

Let me see
those hands!

Blow it.

We're too close.

We'll be martyrs.

I... I don't want
to be a martyr.

Open the door!
With your left hand,
slowly open the door.

Hands on your head!

Open the car door slowly!

Get out! Get it.

Kneel!
On your knees,
now!

Lie down, face first.

You!
Yeah.

I sold you a dud, bro.

What the hell was that?

Four blocks away from
the gang we rounded up.

Did we maybe miss a
connection there?

The cops were all over
the people we were watching.
There was never a hint.

Either they fooled us,

or we were wasting our time
on a nonexistent bomb plot

while actual bombers were
blowing up an actual building.

It's our dumb luck
nobody was injured.

The plot we stopped
wasn't nonexistent.

These people fully intended
to blow up a synagogue.

And I intend to
walk on the moon.

All I need is
a nice policeman to
give me a rocket ship.

Do we know anything about
the bomb that did blow up?

We didn't have
an informant
in that group.

Maybe they had
an informant in our group.

This man, Ahmed,
are we sure he didn't
play us all for fools?

I didn't know. I swear.

Same night,
same neighborhood,
same kind of target.

There's more than three
angry Muslims around.

You never mentioned
anyone else.

I'm not the king of jihad.
I'm a stereo salesman

who brought you
the guys I knew.

Maybe they spoke
to someone else?

Maybe planned
a little sideshow to go
with the main event.

Hossam? Darwish?

I don't know.
What about Cole?

He seemed pretty
damned enthusiastic.

He converted in prison.

Some of those guys
are the worst.

This is how it works.
We track down your
friends from prison.

If any of them were involved,
then so are you.

Unless you want to
save us the trouble.

Oh, that's what
I want to do.
Save you trouble.

We have you on video
assembling a terrorist bomb.

That's life
without parole.

Except it wasn't
actually a bomb.

He thought it was.

What if Mr. Cole

could give you the name
of the ringleader of
the other bombing?

If it pans out,
attempted arson.

Jail time?

Twelve years.

Twelve years?

But nothing happened.

I know a man from Attica.

He told me he was
planning something big
to wake this country up.

He told me I could help,
do some odd jobs,

like I was his errand boy.

Did he tell you
what he was planning?

A bomb.

I told him if he really wanted
to hear some noise,

he'd listen in
Washington Heights,

You told him where you were
going to set off your bomb?

I told him where and when

so that when it happened,
he'd know it came from me.

This person obviously
wanted to go at the same time,

so his own explosion
would have a bigger impact.

His name is Arthur Jackson.
The police picked him up last
night with two associates.

They found C-4 residue and
maps marking the location of
the synagogue they bombed.

Also, plans to shoot down
military planes with
Stinger missiles.

Where do things stand with
your informant's bunch?

The only defendants left
are a couple of followers,

Ali Hossam and Joe Darwish.

And they didn't do or
say very much on the tapes.

Nail them down.

I want everybody to go away.

We thought that you
should see Mr. Darwish's
apartment for yourself.

God.
Yeah.

Yeah. There's some expired
anti-depressive medication
in the bathroom

and a raw duck

on top of the refrigerator.

What's this?

Yeah, we thought maybe
an explosive chemical, too.

It's urine.

The guy's a whack job.

There's something else.

We found some
speed, methamphetamine,
in the bedroom,

in this envelope

with a handwritten note.

"Hope this helps.
Be strong. Sameer."

The guy was missing meetings,
planning sessions.

He could barely drag himself
out of his apartment.

So you gave him
an illegal drug
to keep his energy up?

He just needed a little help
to get out of bed.

We said no illegal activity.

I didn't sell him the meth,

I just gave it to him.

Come on, I did
what you wanted.
What we wanted?

I said jihad and
you started to drool.

You drugged someone
into joining a conspiracy.

He had a headache,
I gave him an aspirin.

You wanted him and
people like him,
and I delivered.

Mr. Darwish was
diagnosed with unipolar
depression last year.

He could go for a
mental-incapacity defense.

Not to mention pointing out
that he was drugged
by our informant.

And Mr. Hossam is a
dishwasher who was just
along for the ride.

Defense may claim
they were entrapped.

Just because we gave them
the bomb, the detonators,
the power supply,

the remote control,
and motivational drugs?

We might want to
drop the charges
against Hossam

and Darwish.

No.

They went to that synagogue
with what they thought
was a bomb, correct?

Yes.

A synagogue that hosts a
non-denominational shelter for
abused women,

some of whom were
sleeping there when
the bomb car arrived.

Yes.

I think this city
will be safer if
those two are locked away.

It'll be a tough case to make,
especially with the other bomb
case on people's minds.

So combine them.

Charge a single conspiracy.

They're connected,
aren't they?

Barely. All we know
is that Charles Cole

from the first group had
one conversation with
the leader of the other group.

That's all you need.

This is an outrageous abuse
of prosecutorial discretion.

The case against my clients
is weak and embarrassing,
so the District Attorney

is attempting to bolster it
by combining it with a
stronger case

with which it has
no actual connection.

It's no coincidence that
both bombs were set to explode
on the same night.

But Mr. Hossam and
Mr. Darwish

had no knowledge of
the other bombing plot.

Even the District Attorney
doesn't claim that they did.

They didn't need to.
They were already conspiring
with Mr. Cole.

And Mr. Cole
in turn conspired with
the other bombers?

Yes. We can
bring him in to testify.

It's a daisy chain. We're
going to end up connecting
my clients to Kevin Bacon.

I'll hear the witness.

Notify the other defendants.
They'll need to be
present as well.

Mr. Cole, do you recognize
the men at that table?

Yeah, I know Jackson.
Arthur Jackson.

Did you and
Mr. Jackson ever have
a conversation about

setting off bombs
in New York City?

Yes, we did.

I told him about my plans
to blow up a Jewish temple,

with those two.

Let the record reflect that
he is pointing to defendants
Hossam and Darwish.

And did you tell
Mr. Jackson when
you and your associates

planned to set off your bomb?

I gave him the date,
and the place,

in case he wanted to
coordinate, which he did.

Mr. Cole,
did you ever mention
this alleged conversation

to Mr. Hossam
or Mr. Darwish?

No.

So their only connection
to Mr. Jackson

was through you,

and even you were barely
connected to anything
Mr. Jackson did.

Well, I told him everything
that we were doing,

so that he could set his
bomb off at the same time
we were setting ours off.

But that had nothing
to do with you, did it?

I wouldn't say that.

Why not?
Mr. Jackson
had a real bomb,

you had a fake one.
He knew what he was doing,

you clearly had no idea.

He was operating
independently,

you were operating under
the control of a
police informant.

He didn't even
have everything.

He didn't need you.

He didn't even tell you
what he was doing.

There was no connection
between you or
these defendants

and what his group
accomplished.

I gave him a detonator.

The man forgot to
get himself a detonator.

I mean, I was more
prepared than he was.

And where did you get
this detonator, Mr. Cole?

From the police, turns out.

I was supposed to test it.
But I never got
around to that.

The bomb that destroyed
Congregation Beth Sinai

was triggered by a detonator

supplied not by
any of these defendants,

but by the
New York City Police?

I mean, yeah, I guess.

I'm telling you, Cole told me
he tested that detonator
in the Meadowlands.

Yes, and you told us
you saw him do it.

I didn't think it matters.
I believed him.

You were supposed to be
on top of things.

I'm sorry.

I was embarrassed.

Embarrassed?

That I lost track
of things.

I was trying to do
a good job for you.

You were trying to save
your own neck.

No.

I hate those people.
I hate them.

How do we know you weren't
in on the other plot?

Keeping us busy with
three bozos while you were
arranging the real thing?

Don't you know me?

You know me.

I don't know if
we do, Sameer.

Sam.

He was embarrassed?
How do you two feel?

Do you realize how this looks?

The NYPD,
the District Attorney's
office,

we supplied the detonator
for the real bomb.

We didn't supply
the explosives.

Those guys built
the bomb themselves.

The defense is going to argue
this entire plot was
manufactured by the police.

Hey, you know what
might save my case?

Indicting him and the
two of you as co-conspirators.

You supplied more
material support
for the actual bombing

than the two losers
I just did indict.

He's kidding, right?

Get ready to testify.

What do you want
to do?

There's a synagogue
in Washington Heights.

I know that place.

Boom.

Yeah, blow 'em to hell.

It'd just take
a little C-4,
or something like that.

Detective, was this the
only occasion when you heard

Mr. Hossam and
Mr. Darwish express

a desire to set off
a bomb in Manhattan?

No. For them,
it was a pretty regular
topic of conversation.

Thank you.

Detective, in that recording
it was Mr. Cole
who pointed out

the existence of the synagogue
and said, "Blow it to hell,"
wasn't it?

Yes, yes, and it was your
client, Mr. Darwish,
that said, "Boom."

Well, that was
very colorful of him,
wasn't it?

And Mr. Cole is a
cooperating witness
for the police, isn't he?

He wasn't at the
time of the recording.

But Mr. Ahmed was?

Yes.

Well, let's listen
to a little more.

You guys been talking
about doing something, right?

It's a duty.

That's not what
the imam on
Atlantic Avenue says.

That guy? He's so busy
going to interfaith
breakfasts with rabbis.

They bought him off.

What do you want to do?

So, who said that
his spiritual leader
advised him that

blowing things up was
not a religious duty?

Mr. Hossam.

And who told him that
that spiritual leader
had been bought off by Jews?

Mr. Ahmed.

Your informant?
Yes.

Arguing Mr. Hossam
into joining the plan.

He didn't put a gun to his
head. Mr. Hossam was
willing and ready.

He just needed
a little encouragement,
right?

I didn't have to talk
anybody into anything.

They were always
angry at America,

always talking about
ways to hurt it.

And how did you feel
about that?
I didn't like it.

I'm an American citizen.

The day I pledged allegiance,
it was the greatest day
of my life.

This is the best
country in the world.

But you didn't
report them immediately.

No.

I was involved with
one of them in
a little scheme.

I needed money for
a business I was starting.

An illegal scheme.

Yes. But it had nothing
to do with terrorism,

nothing to do with bombs.
That was all them.

I may have helped them
get stuff they wanted,

but it was stuff
they wanted.

Thank you.

Isn't there another reason you
didn't report this so called
conspiracy, Mr. Ahmed?

Yeah. I was afraid
Cole would kill me.

Yeah, another reason?

Isn't it a fact that you
didn't report them because,
well,

there was nothing to report?

They weren't doing anything.
They were just talking.

Talking like,
"Let's blow up the
Empire State Building."

And how would they
ever have done that?

Wasn't it foolish talk,
even evil talk, but, really,

just talk,
until you got involved?

They could have met
someone else who got them
a real bomb.

It's lucky I was there first.

Lucky for you.

Tell me, what would have
happened to you

if you hadn't discovered
this so-called plot?

I would have gone to jail.

So you had strong motivation
to discover a terrorist cell,

even one that didn't exist.

I didn't make anything up.

You pushed things along.

You gave Mr. Darwish drugs
without which he would never
have left his apartment.

Those drugs didn't
make him hate America.

He's always been talking
that way. I've known him
a long time.

A long time?

Since 2007?

At least.

Did you see him
around Christmas that year?

I don't know. Maybe.

You don't remember seeing him
around Christmas 2007

and conducting some
business with him?

I... I don't know.

Are you sure
he was anti-American
as long ago as that?

Maybe not.

Was he ever really
anti-American at all?

I, um...

Maybe he wasn't.

Was he or wasn't he?

No, he wasn't.

So, a few minutes ago,
you were exaggerating?

Yes, I was.

Speak up, Mr. Ahmed.

Yes, I was.

Maybe you were
exaggerating about some
other things as well.

What role did Mr. Darwish
and Mr. Hossam play
in this alleged conspiracy?

Not much.
Anything at all?

Not really. I just kind of
pulled them through it.
I didn't want to go to jail,

so I made it happen.

I told the police what
they wanted to hear.

What the hell just happened?

Christmas Day, 2007.
She mentioned that,
and he flipped.

She blackmailed him.

In open court.

Blackmailed him with what?

My mother used to
bring me here when
I was little.

She would buy me
an orange soda and
we would sit

and look at
the tall buildings.

Yeah.

The guys watching you,
they tell me you
like to come here.

Are you here to arrest me?
Not yet.

Cutter, he wants to
call you for redirect
tomorrow.

Tell him not to bother.

How long will I go to jail
for the fake kidnappings?

On December 21, 2007,

someone burglarized
an electronics warehouse
in Flatbush.

They drove off with
a vanload of stereo equipment.

The thief was never
identified or caught.

Now, there's a question
on Form N-400,

the application
for citizenship,

that asks, "Have you ever
committed a crime or offense

"for which you were
not arrested?"

Do you know what happens
if Immigration Service
finds out you lied?

They take away
your citizenship.

You get arrested,
then jailed, then deported.

Any crime committed
after you're a citizen,

you just go to jail.

But if you committed
one in 2007...

Darwish, he knows about this,
and he somehow managed
to remember,

and he told his lawyer.

Do you know what happens to me
if I get deported to Syria?

Arrested, prison,

tortured, no future, no life.

I can't tell you
what to do, Sam,

but I do know a tight spot
when I see one.

Do you know what
paradise is?

This is paradise.

When your mother
brought you here,
when you were a kid,

the World Trade Center,

it was right over there.

I have redirect for
Mr. Ahmed.

You're still under oath, sir.
Do you understand?

I do.

Yesterday, you told us
two different stories.

First, that defendants
Darwish and Hossam

were eager participants
in a bombing conspiracy,

and then, that they weren't.

Can you explain to us
why you changed your mind?

It's complicated.

Try.

I, uh...

I encouraged them
to take action.

I gave them the bomb,

and I bought other supplies.

And I gave drugs to Darwish.

And I did all of that

because they wanted me to.

They wanted to kill Americans,

blow up buildings,

hurt America.

If I hadn't helped them,

they would have
found somebody else,
some other way.

But because
they found me first,
they were stopped.

If they had found
somebody else,

you would be picking
body parts out of a gutter,

and they would be celebrating.

Then why did you
say otherwise?

Because they know
about a crime I committed,

a burglary.

That will mean I lose
my American citizenship

and I'll get deported
to a terrible place.

I lied because
I want to stay here,

because this is
the place I love.

But when I became a citizen,
I took an oath.

I will support and defend
the United States of America

against all enemies,

foreign and domestic.

And that's what
I'm doing now,

even if it means
I will stop being a citizen,

and be sent away,

and America will go on

without me.

Guilty, all of them.

Where's your informant?

Locked up,
waiting to be deported.

Do you want to help him?

I'd like to kick his ass
back to Syria myself.

I may have to go with him.
Have you seen the editorials?

"Synagogue snafu.
Who's to blame?"

Hey, about, uh,
Mr. Ahmed,

there's a case,
Gorbach v. Reno.

It, uh, limits the authority
of the INS

to revoke
citizenship based on
certain technicalities.

It's not exactly current.