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Thank you.

Oh.

Subtle.

Yeah, well,

12-month tour in Basra

will do that to you, I guess.

You know, I think she likes me.

I think it's the uniform.

Yeah, more like the man wearing it.

Hmm.

It's good to see you.

Good to see you, too, Dad.

Look...

there, uh, there's something

I've been meaning to tell you, Dad.

It has to do with the meeting

down at Southern Command earlier.

Me and some, uh, some infantry buddies,

we transferred over to 19th Mountain Division.

We're slated to deploy from Fort Gordon in 14 days.

Deploy to where?

Eastern Afghanistan.

You've... you've made this decision without me.

Dad, it's an important job.

It's a dangerous job.

Yeah, just like yours.

You better get that.

What's up, Mace?

Yeah, yeah, I'm just having breakfast

with my dad right now. What's up?

No, I haven't talked to him.

But, yeah, he said he wanted to go.

Yeah, yeah, I'll swing by right now.

All right.

All right, bye.

Everything okay?

Yeah, some of my buddies were headed over

to the marina earlier.

Nobody can get a hold of my friend Brian.

It's really weird.

This is usually not like him.

You need a lift?

Yeah, that'd be cool.

Thanks, Dad.

This is where he lives?

Might as well.

He inherited this lot from his dad.

Spends most of his free time working on cars.

Okay.

Will you wait for me?

Yeah, go ahead. Okay.

Brian, where the hell you at, man?

It's Harmon!

Brian?!

Brian! Brian!

Brian! Dad!

Brian!

Dad! Dad! It's... What's going on, son?

Dad, it's Brian!

Kyle, call 911!

Call 911 right now!

Yeah, we need the fire department.

193 Avalon Drive, right now!

Hurry!

Brian!

Kyle, get that hose!

Don't die on me, Brian!

Kyle. Kyle!

He's gone.

He's gone.

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Be careful with this, gentlemen.

His limbs may fall right off

when you lift him up into the bag.

It certainly looks like an execution,

doesn't it, Doctor?

It does. The tire's melted

around the victim's chest and arms.

Haven't seen this since the gang wars in the late '90s.

It's called "necklacing."

His body is encased in rubber.

I'll save as much as I can for you.

Thank you, Doctor. Hey, H?

What'd you get?

Got an antique flashlight.

Looks like military-issue, and I've got a gas can over there.

It may have fingerprints on it.

How's Kyle doing?

He is struggling.

Thank you for asking.

So, you said his name is Brian Nassir?

Yeah.

We were like brothers.

We did everything together.

We got each other's back.

I mean, what the hell?

The guy was in his own garage!

Just-Just calm down, Kyle, all right?

Is that Brian's car?

No, sir. I've never seen it before.

Okay, thanks, Kyle.

That was him back there, Dad, huh?

That was Brian.

Kyle, it's too soon to tell. Let the M.E. do his work.

Dad, of course it was him!

I mean, it was his property!

He hasn't been answering his phone calls all morning!

I understand. Take a look at that

and tell me if that could have been Brian's.

What is that?

It's from the Vietnam war.

Was he a collector?

Just cars. Not that stuff.

Okay.

But I know who was.

Kyle, wait a minute.

Hey, you couldn't just leave it alone,

huh, you ignorant bastard?!

Frank? TRIPP: Get back.

Kyle! Kyle! Frank!

Kyle! Kyle! Dad, this guy's stupid! Dad, this jackass

lives next door, okay?! Shh! Go home! Go home!

He's been in our face ever since we got back;

telling Brian to watch his back 'cause he's Muslim!

Take him home.

What the hell was that all about?

I, uh... I apologize.

I understand that you have a problem

with the neighbor, Brian Nassir.

And I won't apologize for that.

This is my country, sir. It's my community.

It isn't a safe harbor for Islamic extremists like him.

So I take it you went over there and did something about it.

I worked recon in Vietnam. I don't need to set foot

on his property to keep a watchful eye on him.

I found this on the property.

It's gonna have your fingerprints on it, isn't it?

There's always stuff going on over there late at night.

These guys are on some sort of three-week leave.

They're up to something.

Get back to me later, man.

Get back to me later on that.

Yeah, all right, I will, man.

Now that's how every terrorist plot starts, you know?

Homeland Security can't keep track of all of it.

It's up to us to be vigilant.

What's your name?

Glen Harper.

Okay, Glen, you are quickly talking your way

into a murder conviction.

Hey, there were others, too.

Some of those Middle Eastern-lookin' types

showing up to visit. Talk to them.

Maybe there was some infighting.

Oh, we will.

But you're a piece of work.

We're definitely gonna hang onto you.

Glen, don't leave town.

We went to boot camp

together, all right? We were placed in the same unit.

Brian wasn't an extremist!

Kyle, listen to me.

We have to remain objective about Brian.

Look, Dad, that old man next door is a wack job, okay?!

He's-He's mistaking racism for patriotism! Gosh!

I need you to keep your voice down.

I cannot charge the man without more.

So be patient.

Yes, Dr. Loman.

Horatio, I think you're gonna want to come down here.

Okay. What is it?

Our victim

isn't who we think he is.

I'll be right there.

So, this isn't Brian Nassir?

Correct. Burned so badly, I had to pull his dental records

to make a positive I.D.

Brian Nassir had a dental bridge on the first and second

lower left molars.

This man does not.

Are you sure?

I mean, are you positive that it's not him?

As sure as I am

that the vagus and thoracic spinal accessory nerves

impart parasympathetic control of the myocardium.

They do, and I am.

So who is the victim, then?

We ran the registration on our mystery

Range Rover outside Brian's garage.

It belongs to a Rahim Farooq.

And with little else to go on,

I requested dental records for that very name.

Turns out those did match.

Allow me to introduce Rahim Farooq.

Does this ring a bell for you?