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You've got no choice.

Of course I do, and I choose not to attend.

Morning, Baker.

All due respect, you're being incredibly unreasonable.

Part of my gruff charm.

The Citizen's Defense League is a legitimate civil rights organization.

In the eyes of the IRS, for tax purposes, maybe.

Anyone else with half a brain sees them

for what they are-- a left-wing political-action cabal.

They just want you to attend their awards dinner next week.

Dreams die hard.

Forward the invitation to the inspector general.

She's got a prior engagement in D.C.

Lucky her. Still a pass.

You've got the police academy curriculum meeting at 10:00.

- Okay. - Won't look right.

A representative from the NYPD should be there.

You look smart in a tux. Have a great evening.

Look, I know you don't like these people.

I don't like these people?

The CDL is a bunch of radical, fringe bottom-feeders

who raise money by vilifying the NYPD.

Final answer-- no.

Double check that air vent.

Right there.

Ah, what a mess.

Who'd be crazy enough to bomb a mosque?

Hey, Rick.

How's it going?

Could be worse. You?

Ah, you know.

Same old same old. Maria Baez, Rick Kelly.

Best marshal the FDNY has,

not to mention the best third baseman

the softball team's ever had.

Yeah, not anymore. Bum knee.

What have we got here?

Looks like a pipe bomb tossed through a window.

Pipe bomb.

- Anybody hurt? - We got lucky.

Smoke inhalation, minor burns, but no casualties.

How bad's the damage?

The collateral fire we put out pretty quick.

We're still assessing the structure.

Hate crime task force takes it from there.

Thanks.

You got it. Good to meet you, Baez.

You, too.

He's married.

- Just browsing. - Ah. Just telling you.

Detectives, this is Imam Ansar.

Imam, were you here when the bomb went off?

I was leading prayers when I heard the window break.

Then there was an explosion and fire.

You have any idea who would want to do this to a mosque?

I thought that was your job.

Well, it is our job, but you live here and we don't.

There are people who don't want us in the neighborhood.

So, you've had trouble before?

Several break-ins.

They write on the walls-- blame us for 9/11

and everything else.

They hate us because they fear us.

But our religion celebrates peace.

Those people only know what they see on TV

when it comes to your religion.

Those few who do violence

in the name of Allah are not true Muslims,

and they bring violence upon those of us who are.

And we are left unprotected.

Feel the love?

Well, rule number one when I was in Fallujah:

never trust Americans.

Then why choose to live here if that's how he feels?

I don't know why they choose to live here, but they do,

and the sign on the door says everyone's welcome,

so we got to back that up, partner.

That mosque was vandalized four times in the past year.

Graffiti, a couple of broken windows.

Any arrests?

A couple of 15-year-olds-- handled in family court.

Well, I doubt they graduated to explosives.

What else?

Six months ago, someone broke the lock

and went to town on the prayer room.

What are we talking about?

Urinated in the fountains

they use to wash their hands before the prayers.

- Gee. - Mm.

They also trashed the wall facing Mecca.

Wow.

- Well, haters gonna hate. - What?

It's a figure of speech.

Oh, okay. Anything else?

They also tried to get to the Quran,

but a couple of uniforms showed up.

They collar up?

The perps fled, but they tagged

the floor with a gang symbol-- a "WN"?

WN? That's White Nation, a prison skinhead gang

that operates on the outside now.

They questioned the top guy, some creep named Kevin Conklin.

Priors for assault and harassment,

but he wasn't gonna give anything up.

Can't wait to meet him.

Hey, did you hear about that mosque bombing?

Yeah, no shortage of knuckleheads in the world, huh?

Yeah, or in this precinct.

I heard a couple of guys making jokes about it.

Doubt they'd be laughing if it was their church that got hit.

Jamie!

-Hey! - Hey.

Hey.

Um, Dana, this is my... my partner, Eddie Janko.

Great to meet you.

Yeah, same... here.

Uh, so how was your flight?

Oversold, late taking off, your basic nightmare.

Someone should file a class-action.

- (chuckles) - Dana and I went

to law school together.

Oh.

- You ready to go? - Do I have a choice?

Jamie's agreed to be my date for the bar association dinner.

Which means we have to get him a tux.

That should be fun.

It's not, but at least there's an open bar.

We should go.

Okay. Um, I'll see you tomorrow.

Yeah.

- All right. - Bye.

Look, I understand, Mr. Mayor.

Well, we are investigating classifying it as a hate crime.

: Hey-hey-hey. Ooh-ooh-ooh.

But it would be premature to call it one yet.

I will keep you posted.

Bye for now.

I hate when you do that.

What, my job?

And why are you in here?

The president of the Anti-Defamation League would like to speak with you,

ditto the head of the Arab-American Association.

Tell them we're doing everything we can.

And you need to reconsider attending the CDL dinner.

That again?

Seriously?

You're gonna blow off a civil rights group

in the wake of an anti-Muslim hate crime?

I already blew them off--

assuming you told them I wasn't available--

and I will be damned if I am going to say yes now

and make it look like I am bowing down and currying favor.

Which would be the exact effect.

You really want that?

- Well, when you put it that way. - You got another way?

'Cause if you do, I don't want to hear it!

Anything else?

You brief the press in a half hour.

Lucky them!

Kevin Conklin?

Wow, you're good.

You two, why don't you take a walk?

Come on, beat it.

Get up. Get your hands out of your pockets.

Someone tried to blow up the Mosque on 10th.

You know anything about that?

I know it's a good start.

Too many damn Osamas around here.

Think they own the place.

You were spotted in the area a few hours before the explosion.

That rat's nest is on my way to work.

Got quite a mouth on you, Kevin.

You know, I got a place upstairs that's a real mess.

You got your mop and bucket in the car, chiquita?

We have department guidelines for dealing with verbally abusive subjects.

We're supposed to find a way to make a connection.

Well, I'd say you made a hell of a connection there.

Subject tried to put his hands on me.

I saw the whole thing.

- That's a damn lie! - (handcuffs clicking)

Don't worry, tough guy, we won't tell the guys

that the cleaning lady kicked your ass. Come on.

Son of a...

Partner, this guy is shut up pretty tight.

- He ain't talking. - No one can place him

at the scene at the time of the bombing.

We don't come up with something quick,

we're gonna have to cut him loose.

Your friend Kelly came across a new witness

during his investigation; he wanted us to talk to her.

- Mrs. Sudarsky? - Yeah?

This is Detective Reagan.

Ma'am, can you tell us what you saw?

I-I was coming home from the doctor.

I got these gastric problems. Don't ask.

- Okay. - As I passed by

that mosque, I saw a guy throw something through the window.

Couple of seconds later, I heard a loud boom.

Then there was all this screaming.

Did you get a good look at this guy?