Unforgettable

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Very dangerous, Afghanistan.

Is that why you left?

I have family, uh...

young children.

But many men would still welcome the chance to become a martyr.

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Lebowitz: Detective Wells, your testimony

is that, while acting as an undercover police officer,

you allegedly purchased illegal narcotics

- from my client. Is that right? - Yes.

And you've recalled those conversations here today

in rather astonishing detail.

- Haven't you? - Word for word.

Word for word?

Yeah.

Conversations that occurred over a year ago.

October 22, 2011.

It was a Saturday.

Between 2:44 and 3:16 at Suriyo Thai

in Kew Gardens. And then again, two days later,

in your client's hotel room,

between 6:46 and 7:17,

when he tried to sell me the drugs.

What, exactly, did you use

to refresh your recollection of those conversations?

My recollections don't need refreshing.

So... what,

- you just... remember them? - Yeah.

I remember everything.

Lebowitz: - Everything? Carrie: - Yeah.

Everything.

I'm sure you do, detective.

No further questions, your honor.

Your honor, if you'll indulge me

for a moment?

Prosecutor: Detective, where were you

at 2:47 last Friday afternoon?

Walking across the Plaza out front of the courthouse here.

Did you, at that time, recognize anyone

who is presently in this courtroom?

Yes. Mr. Lebowitz over there, and juror number seven,

front row, second from the end.

Do you recall what they were doing?

Yeah, Mr. Lebowitz was ordering Souvlaki,

no peppers, extra onions,

and coconut milk, with pulp.

And juror number seven was talking to a very pretty

young blonde woman.

Your honor, you can't allow...

Easy, Lebowitz.

Did you have Souvlaki last Friday or not?

I-I don't really...

Remember?

Prosecutor: What was juror seven

wearing at that time, Detective Wells?

Brown pantsuit,

cream blouse, Tory Birch flats,

and a beige silk scarf. You looked very nice.

And the young woman she was with? Navy blue cardigan,

six buttons down the front,

white slacks, black flats,

a Prada purse, black tessuto...

A knockoff.

I'm sorry, you can tell

- by the clasp. -Oh, my daughter...

I told her it was fake.

Anything else, Mr. Lebowitz?

- How'd it go? - Oh, walk in the park.

I'm starting to feel bad for these defense attorneys.

- And not the rest of us? - Hm.

Bashir Sajadi, 42, cabdriver.

Took a bullet in the back.

These two gentlemen

are the ones who found him.

What's he doing here?

Al: Commissioner's office has eyes on this one.

Carrie. Al.

How'd you get all the way to Brooklyn, Eliot?

And please tell me it wasn't in that cab.

I came with the Commissioner's joint task force.

Turns out our victim was one of their informants.

Sajadi was cooperating in an investigation

- of a radical mosque. - A terrorist investigation.

Now that they have a high-profile homicide

on their hands, they called in major crimes.

Theory is that the two targets of the investigation

somehow made Sajadi as a rat and took him out.

So where are the targets now?

JTF's trying to get eyes on them as we speak.

- Trying to get eyes on them? - Easy, Sparky.

This is one of over a dozen active terrorist investigations

they're running... You can't expect them to have

24/7 surveillance

- on all of them. - Yeah, well, tell that to Bashir Sajadi.

Trunk was open,

but nothing's missing.

Wallet, cell phone... All here.

No blood in the cab, either.

Looks like they just pulled him out and executed him.

Al: Not a place I'd choose

to whack someone.

Anybody could've made him.

Well, whatever they were planning...

It was worth the risk.

Unforgettable 02x05 Past Tense Originally Aired August 25, 2013

Jay: Man on the left is Farhan Hazara.

One on the right is Babur Rashad.

Hazara's an Afghan National;

Rashad is strictly homegrown, born in New Jersey.

If the guy's a suspected terrorist,

how'd he get a work visa?

It's all about who you know, right?

Rashad worked with coalition forces

as a civilian interpreter.

He's currently assigned to the U.N.

What exactly were they being investigated for?

I reached out to an FBI agent

who's on the terrorism Task Force... he says

both were suspects in a potential weapons purchase.

The idea was to set up a buy, and then flip the two targets

and move higher up the food chain.

How does our cabdriver fit in?

Rashad and Hazara both attend mosque in Brooklyn.

The task force believes the mosque was a source of money

- for the weapons buy. - Our cabdriver was flagged

as a potential asset when he applied for his green card.

Basically, he was told his application

would be fast-tracked if he agreed to infiltrate the mosque.

The problem is, we got nothing to link either of them to this.

How about a dead cabbie who just happened to be informing

- against them... there's your link. - It's motive, yes.

We're gonna need more.

So let's get more. The task force

has eyes on both these guys now; They're not going anywhere.

In the meantime, we work the case through forensics

and witnesses just like any other, right?

Guy offers to help his new country, takes a bullet for it.

Al: According to Sajadi's

ride log, his last fare was a pickup here on Broadway,

between 73rd and 74th.

No traffic cams... but look for other video.

All right.

Let's say it was the two terrorists...

What are they doing up here?

I mean, think about it, there's no obvious targets,

- landmarks, symbols of New York, nothing. - Are you kidding?

There's a Mango Dog on 71st.

Mango Dog is New York.

They should use that.

Busy subway station at 72nd.

You could do a lot of damage

with a couple of assault rifles.

Yeah.

Jay: Hey, I just got back

a victim's cell phone records.

- And? - There's an incoming call

about a minute after he picks up his fare.

We know who it was?

I ran down the number, but it traced back to a disposable

burner cell... no name, no address.

Al: You try calling the number?

Yep. No voicemail, no I.D.

We're checking serial numbers,

trying to find out where it was sold.

All right, keep on it.

Looks like Sajadi got a call.

Probably while his killer was in the cab.

I'm thinking, they call his cell,

odds are it's someone that knows him.

What about his wife?

I mean, if Sajadi knew the caller,

maybe his wife does, too.

He was a good man,

a good father.

I had to get them out of the house.

- Of course. - Bashir would

never get involved with terrorists.

Hamid!

It's all fixed.

- He looks like his father. - Mrs. Sajadi,

we know your husband was doing nothing wrong.

In fact, he was working with the police

to prevent a terrorist attack.

Bashir was working for the police?

He was helping in an investigation.

- Is that why he was killed? - We're not sure.

Ma'am, do you recognize

either of these men?