04x10 - Mistaken Identity

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 Citizens 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.

We've got the Police Academy curriculum meeting at 10.


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 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!


(garbled radio transmission)

(siren wailing in distance)

Double check that air vent.

Right there.

(dog barking)

DANNY: 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.


You got it. Good to meet you, Baez.

You, too.

He's married.

Just browsing.

Ah. Just telling you.

MAN: 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.

♪ Blue Bloods 4x10 ♪

Mistaken Identity

Original Air Date on December 13, 2013

BAEZ: 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.


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.





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.


Dana and I went to law school together.


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.


All right. Bye.

FRANK: I understand, Mr. Mayor.

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

(hushed): 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?


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?

Well, I, uh... it happened fast, but I know what I saw.

Okay. Is this the guy you saw?

Oh, no, that's not him.

Are you sure?

The guy was skinnier, but it's tough to tell because of the robe.

The robe? What do you mean, robe?

He was wearing a robe and loose pants and one of those little hats that they all wear.

DANNY: You saying the guy that bombed the mosque was a Muslim?

Yeah. Dark skin, beard.

I remember asking myself, why would a Muslim want to hurt his own people?

That's a damn good question.

You know what I'm talking about?

You try to help, it's like pulling teeth.

Yeah, well, these people take a lot of crap in this country.

Can you blame 'em?

(men shouting)

Now you're going in! What have I done wrong?

Tell me what I've done wrong!


I've done nothing. You're under arrest!

Release me immediately! Release me! What happened?

What happened here?

I stopped this guy to ask him some questions, he gets out of control, and then he punched me.

What'd you stop him for?

He fit the description.

Description of this guy?

You must be joking.

He does have a point.

He was acting furtive.

I was walking down the street.

I just wanted to ask him him some questions, and he starts going off.

I told him I am a Sikh.

He kept insisting I'm a Muslim.

Whatever you are, you assaulted a cop, and now you're going in.

I did nothing! I did nothing!

Hey, both of you, take it easy!

That's enough! You put your hands on a cop, you're getting locked up; that's the bottom line.

Get him the hell out of here.

This isn't right. Get him out of here!

This isn't right!

Get off of me.

What'd you get me?

If you bring up the CDL dinner again, I swear I'll deck you.

No, we got real problems.

One of our officers questioned a local about his whereabouts during the bombing.


The guy took exception, slugged the officer and broke his nose.

I assume he's in custody.


But it's complicated.

The suspect is a Sikh.

Claims he was racially profiled as a Muslim.

Still doesn't give him the right to assault a police officer.

No, it doesn't.

But which of these is nothing like the other?

Oh, boy.


And he's not just any citizen.

He is Dr. Pamar Hameed, Chief of Neurosurgery at NYU.

So what?

He hit a cop and that's against the law.

Plain and simple.

Well, the good news is we finally have an excuse for skipping the Citizen's Defense League dinner that we can both get behind.

They're filing a lawsuit against the department for violating Dr. Hameed's civil rights.

You sure about this?

Mustafa Haddad's the only Muslim we know in this neighborhood.

Who else a we gonna talk to?

But he hates non-Muslims, especially us, after you accused him of killing his brother's girlfriend.

I'm sure he's gotten over that by now.

Besides, you got a better idea, I'm all ears.

Okay, then.

Remember, they don't like women in this place, so keep your eyes open.

(Middle Eastern music playing)


Remember us? How could I forget?

Who do you think I killed this time?


Place seems to be doing well.

I'm the manager now.

And we still don't allow women in here.

Then just think of me as a cop.

We have to talk to you about something.

Let me guess.

The Masjid bombing? DANNY: Yeah.

MUSTAFA: You think I'm a terrorist now?

Look, would you just... take a look at this sketch of our suspect?

Is this a joke?

No, I'm afraid not.

You think a Muslim did this?

We have an eyewitness who swears to it.

A white witness?

You people are amazing.

You lay all the evils of the world at our feet.

Why don't you just take a look at the sketch and tell me if you've seen this guy or if you know anyone from this community crazy enough to pull something like this.

We don't turn on our own.

BAEZ: We are trying to catch a guy who's hurting Muslims.

You got as much reason as we do to want him off the street.

You have no idea what I want.

Okay, listen.

Mustafa... last time I met you, you showed me a scar.

Yeah, and you still haven't caught the guys.

So you, more than anyone, should know how it feels to see a crime against Islam go unpunished, Mustafa.

So I should help you frame a fellow Muslim?

I'm not asking you to frame anybody.

In fact, I don't give a damn what the guy looks like or who he prays to.

We caught the guy who killed your brother's girlfriend, didn't we?

He was white, do you remember that?

After eliminating every brown suspect, including me.

Sorry, detectives.

You're gonna have to do your own dirty work.

(lively chatter, laughter)

Look what the cat dragged in!

(crowd murmuring)

Jamie Reagan!

Prince Charming! Yeah, thanks.

Zip it, zip it.

Where did you go, prom?

Told you I was gonna catch hell coming in here.

Oh, they're just jealous 'cause you're so damn cute.

Besides, I wanted to see where you hang out these days.


Where'd you park the wedding cake?

It's not fancy, but it's cold.

Oh, hey, Eddie, join us.

No, I feel a little under-dressed.

Just sit down, Janko.

(chuckles): Oh.

So... how was the big lawyer shindig?

Kind of like Shark Week.

Come on.

I thought the keynote speaker was pretty good.

"Civil Litigation in the Internet Age."

I think even the waiters were nodding off.

Oh, that sounds like that joker from the diner the other day.

Don't remind me.

What happened?

Oh, girlfriend here orders a chopped salad, as usual--

it's embarrassing.

Not everyone puts away a steak sandwich at lunch, Eddie.

Okay, so he tells the guy no olives, 'cause he's allergic...

You're allergic to olives?

Oh, big-time.

Halfway through lunch, he breaks out in these massive hives.

Oh, my God. It wasn't that bad.

Turns out, the idiot waiter put olive tapenade in his salad.

So she threatens to arrest the guy for assaulting a police officer.

I was looking out for my partner.


Oh... (sighs)

How'd that happen?

I'll be right back.

She's really great.


Pretty, too.

Not like that, Dana.

You count on your partner to cover your back.

Last thing you need is, you know, personal stuff getting in the way of that.

If you say so.

Okay, thanks.

Feds released our sketch to the entire Bureau.

Only hits on the West Coast both incarcerated.

Of course.

Investigators have any luck tracing the bomb parts?

It was a pretty generic device.

Looked at video from every camera angle on this block.

No sign of our guy.

I mean, he threw a bomb into a mosque in broad daylight, we got an eyewitness, and still we're chasing our tails.

(phone ringing)


Yeah, Rick.


I'm on my way.

We got another bomb. Mustafa's place, come on.

(crowd murmuring)

(siren whoops)


We got to stop meeting like this.

Yeah, I wish.

Same bomb as the mosque?

Similar device, as far as I can tell.

And we weren't so lucky this time.

One of the vics may not make it.

Danny. MUSTAFA: Don't touch me!

I don't need your help! Let me just check your...

I told you to get away from me!

He won't let us examine him, Detective.

Tell me what happened.

What happened?

One second I'm talking to my old friend, the next there's blood... everywhere.

Okay, well, there's blood everywhere on you, too, so why don't you let these medics help you out, okay? Come on.

Come on, give him a hand.

Help him!

If you want to help me... find who did this.

Come on, just take care of him.

Any word on Mustafa?

He's gonna be in the hospital overnight, but he's fine. Lucky guy.


Luckier than his buddy, who lost his leg, and is probably gonna lose the other one.

You come up with anything on the names Mustafa gave us? Yeah.

Omar Khan-- attacked a guy for kissing the cheek of an unmarried Muslim woman.

Ooh, that's a no-no.

Well, Omar moved to Afghanistan last year, so he's off the list.

Huh. How about the guy who trashed the Muslim marketplace?

Yeah, Sultan Rabbani.

Major dirtbag.

He is doing three years for assault.

So he's no help, either. Mm.

You got something?

Uh, I've been scanning through these Web sites identified as anti-Muslim by the hate crimes task force, looking for people logging in using Muslim names.

In case our guy goes online trying to brag about the bombing.

Right. You got anything?

Yeah, I wrote down all the IP addresses of one of them.

This one traces back to an address located close to both the mosque and Mustafa's place, coincidentally.

Baahir Zaki. Yep.

He started going on the sites a few months ago.

Pretty regularly.

I think we should go pay him a visit.

(horn honking)

I had fun at the bar last night.

Yeah, you just liked watching everybody mock me left and right.

Not at all.

Well, yeah, I did a little.


So Eddie's really great.

Yeah, she's a solid partner.

Oh, come on. Wait, no.

I'm serious, come on.

It's like I said, we just work together.

Look, it's not a big deal.

We live on opposite sides of the country.

It's not like we're exclusive.

But you do find her attractive, right?

Oh, all right.

I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable.

Sure you did.

That's okay. I got to go anyway.

Got a date with Eddie.

(door opens)

Officer Kamins, sir.

Thanks for coming.

Please, sit down.

Thank you, sir.

(clears throat)

Can I get you some coffee?

No, thank you, sir.

How's the nose?

A little sore, but no big deal.

Congratulations on being cleared in the investigations.

Back in uniform tomorrow.

Thank you, sir.

No real winners here.

I'm just glad I was cleared, and the department's not gonna take a hit.

Me, too.

You want to treat people the right way.

Part of the job.

Big part.

Between you and me?

There's nobody else here.

I might have had it coming.

A little bit, anyway.

How's that?

Knowing what I know now... if I'd have been in his shoes, I might've done the same thing.

No, you wouldn't have.

He punched a New York City cop.

But that instinct, to walk in someone else's shoes?

That's the most valuable tool on your belt.

Never lose it.

Yes, sir.


Ever met a Sikh before?

No, sir.

They're proud people.

They've had a hard road.

But no matter what's thrown at them, they never turn their backs on who they are.

Takes guts.

Yes, sir.

This is a city of immigrants.

You and me included.

Always remember that.

I will, sir.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

(door opens)

MAN: I'm not sure how I can help you, Detectives.

We're talking to people in the neighborhood, Mr. Zaki.

See if anyone knows anything about the bombings.

I only know what I've read in the newspapers.

It's terrible. No thanks.

We understand you're a member of the mosque that was bombed?


But you weren't there when the bomb went off.

Allah is good.

Well, that's not what they say on that Web site you've been hanging out on.

A friend sent me the link.

Mm-hmm. It's frightening how many people hate Muslims.

Yet you've been on that site over a dozen times.

What are you implying?

Are you investigating me?

Should we be?

I was at my office when the Masjid and Safad's were bombed.

WOMAN: Baahir?

GIRL: Daddy!

Sudi needs help with her... homework.

Is everything all right?

Everything's fine.

Detectives, this is my wife Aaliya.

And my daughter Sudi.

Detectives, this is You're the police?Aaliya.

Yes, ma'am.

And, uh, we were just leaving.

I wish I could be more help.

You've already been plenty of help, Mr. Zaki.

So, what do you think?

I think he's lying through his teeth.

Wife seems like she knows something's going on.

I would agree with that assessment.

So, why not ask her some questions?

'Cause a Muslim woman's never gonna talk about her husband to strangers.

At least not while he's in the room.

(clicks tongue)


Church was crowded this morning.

Well, Christmas rush.

Everybody want to wipe the slate clean this time of year.

How you holding up with everything that's going on?

Ah, sixes and sevens.

Your cop Kamins?

Actually, the guy who hit him.

Well, we have him airtight, Dad.

Even he doesn't dispute what happened.

Well, he may not dispute what happened, but I'm pretty sure he feels he had the right.

You know, I don't think I know who's right or wrong here.

Will wonders never cease?

What charges is your office gonna pursue?

Well, ven the extent of Officer Kamins' injuries, assault two and resisting arrest.

Sounds pretty harsh.

Excuse me?

Dr. Hameed is a model citizen with no prior record.

Officer Kamins is a good cop with a spotless record.

I'm not so sure the farther this goes, the more damage is done.

An NYPD officer is assaulted.

And the PC is asking us to reduce the charges on the perp?

What I think I'm saying is maybe the D.A.'s office could look at this for what it is.

Two wrongs that cancel each other out.

Does anybody bomb Catholic churches?

Oh, I don't think you have to worry about that, honey.

He's just trying to get out of catechism class.

Am not.

Are, too.

All right, knock it off.

The answer is yes, but not here-- knock wood.

Really? Where?


Pakistan, Nigeria, Northern Ireland.

Other places, too.

Why does God allow it?

Doesn't work that way, Jack.

It's done in the name of God, believe it or not.

You mean, like in the name of Allah?

Not always.

In Northern Ireland anyway, in the name of the exact same God that we pray to.

By other Christians.

So-called Christians.

This is really confusing.

It certainly is.

DANNY: And that's why they have a class dedicated to it in school called history.

Not really.

JAMIE: Are you sure about that?

You ever study the Crusades?

Oh, yeah.

Birth of Israel?

The 30 Years War in Europe? Okay, okay.

There's been a lot of good done in the name of God.

And a lot of bad, also.

Yeah, what my father used to say: a lot of wars basically boil down to somebody saying, "I'm taking your house and God said it was okay."


I'm gonna hang back.

She's not gonna talk to me. Okay.

Mrs. Zaki?


I was hoping to ask you a few questions.

Is this about my husband?

Yes, ma'am.

Baahir is a good man.

No one's saying he's not.

Then why are you treating him like a criminal?

Someone in this community is hurting people.

And it doesn't seem like they intend to stop.

Baahir isn't like that.

He's an educated man.

He programs computer Yes, at Dineen Technologies.

We called them.

They said your husband was laid off six months ago.

Yes, the company is downsizing.

It must be tough.

Especially because his father is very ill.

The hospital bills...

Sounds like your husband's under a lot of stress.

Allah will provide.

Is that how Baahir feels?

He spent a few weeks at a psychiatric hospital last year.

It was a very difficult time.

Please, I love Baahir.

Then help him by telling us the truth.

Baahir's faith was strong.

But when things started going badly, he stopped going to prayers.

He started acting strangely.

He felt that...

Allah had abandoned him.

That Allah's benevolence was a lie.

This is a man I don't know.

He said he was at his office when the bombs went off.

But if he got laid off...

H-He's been working at his father's apartment... repairing computers until he finds a new job.

We're gonna need his father's address.


Baahir would never hurt anyone.

I hope you're right.

You're doing the right thing.

DANNY: Baahir Zaki?

We're coming in.

Watch yourself.


Back here.

Son of a bitch.

He's got enough explosives to blow up the block.

We got to get this place evacuated, partner.

I'll call the bomb squad.

No, no, no, no!

No cell phone.

Find a neighbor, use a landline.


Found this.

Muslim Day Parade? You don't think...

I hope not, 'cause the parade's tomorrow.

(indistinct chatter)

Focus on the start and the end of the parade.

That's where the largest concentration of spectators is gonna be.

How long till this thing starts?

There are gonna be thousands of people here.

Starts in three hours.

We're not even sure if Baahir planted the bombs yet.

Well, that's why they haven't shut it down.

Hear anything from the wife?

Zaki never came home last night.

He's not answering his cell phone.

We have a team posted at the hospital in case he shows up to visit his father.

He couldn't be that stupid.


You're kidding me.

All right, we're on our way.

I guess he is that stupid.

He showed up at the hospital.

They're bringing him down to the squad now.

So, Dana's pretty cool.

How come you never mentioned her before?

It's kind of an on-again, off-again thing.

Sure seemed like an "on thing" the other night.

Yeah, I guess. At least you and Dana have the whole lawyer thing going on, right?

Maybe, but didn't keep her from being jealous of you.


That's ridiculous.

That's what I said.

I mean, even if we weren't partners, you are nowhere near my type.

Uh, ditto.

You're way too short.

And our family backgrounds?

Not compatible.

Yeah, I guess, uh, a family of cops wouldn't go down too well at the, uh, country club, huh?

That's not what I meant.



My father was a financial adviser, and he made a lot of money.

But it was all a lie.

What are you talking about?

Remember Bernie Madoff?

That's my dad.

On a-a smaller scale.

His... company turned out to be a Ponzi scheme.

And a lot of really good people lost... everything.

People I knew my whole life.

What happened to your dad?

He's doing six to eight in Fort Dix Correctional.

I haven't spoken to him in, like, three years.

See, Reagan, it's not your family that's not good enough.

It's mine.

DISPATCHER (over radio): All available units respond to 32nd and First, for the evacuation, Muslim Day Parade.

Units responding.

How's your father, Baahir?

He's dying.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Life is full of sorrow.

Sometimes death is a gift.

Like the gift you're planning for the parade today?

DANNY: Come on.

We visited your workshop.

You planted the bombs, didn't you?


If Allah is as great as he claims, he will intervene.

Have dispatch call One PP.

We got to shut the parade down now.

That's gonna take some time.

Make it happen.

Why don't you tell me where those devices are, Baahir.

Where only the Most Merciful can find them.

It's in his hands now.

Don't give me that crap.

It's in your hands now.

All my life, I've struggled to be a good Muslim, to provide for my family and to serve Allah.

I was promised that if I did these things, God would provide.

He hasn't.

My people need to understand they're on their own.


This is where I find peace.

Like my boys?

They mean everything to me.

My boys.

Now, let's just say that they're down at that parade right now, not knowing that they're about to be blown to bits by a couple of bombs.

As a father and as a man, can you imagine what it's gonna be like for me to lose my children?

Then maybe you can imagine what it's gonna feel like to lose your own.

Hi, Daddy.

Hello, angel.

You okay?

Go see your papa.

Tell me where the bombs are, Baahir.


Help me, please.

(crying): Okay.

I'll help you.

But you only have

19 minutes.

(sirens wailing)

DANNY: Have the Bomb Squad respond to the bandstand.

The bomb is in one of the speakers.

OFFICER: Let's go!

(people shouting)

I want this area clear, now!


(indistinct radio chatter)


All clear, guys.

Nice going, partner.

Hem du'Allah.

Thank God.


Detective Reagan.

You look a lot better than the last time I saw you.


It only hurts when I breathe.


What brings you down here?

I heard what you did today.

You mean my job?

You know, sometimes, when people are different, they create a world separate from the world they live in...

...to protect themselves.

I can understand that.

Though sometimes, not everyone's trying to hurt you, you know.

Some of us actually want to help.

What's this?

It's a verse from a Sufi poem.

It's about friends... coming from... unexpected places.

Well, thanks.

Be well, Detective.

You, too.


(door opens)

Dr. Hameed.

Frank Reagan.

I was surprised to get your call, Commissioner.

I felt privacy was in order.

Ex-cop owns this bar.

Intoxicants are forbidden in my faith.

I took the liberty of having tea prepared.


Thank you.

But before I accept your hospitality, I should let you know that my lawsuit is going ahead.

I can't say I'm surprised.

I am aware of the harassment, and worse, that your faith and traditions visit on you.

I imagine a man of your intelligence would not want to waste the opportunity to shine a light on those injustices.


Can I ask a stupid question?

I-I don't want to embarrass you.

I'm not easily embarrassed.

Well... when we were kids, I was told Sikhs carry daggers in their turbans.



The Kirpan is one of our five articles of faith.

As a neurosurgeon, I advise against wearing it in one's turban.

I was grateful that the district attorney reduced the charges.

If that has anything to do with your department...

It did not.

Then I guess a "thank you" would be out of line.

I was happy it was reduced to a misdemeanor.

Dr. Hameed... my officer was trying to do his job.

But his judgment was off, and in the process, he insulted a good man and his heritage.

And that's wrong.


I came here to apologize, on behalf of my men, my department and me.

Dr. Hameed...

Officer Bob Kamins.

I know you two have met.

I just felt you both deserved a do-over.