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Frank, who found the floaters?

Couple down here on their honeymoon.

See how long they last

Any chance they did it?

No. They were just here for the day.

Bodies found them.

Oye, Tony, mas alla.

Welcome aboard, Lieutenant.

Ma'am, jurisdiction?

Another mile east and
this would be Federal,

but we're still in Florida waters.

Okay, so it's still ours. Where's Eric?

He's already down there.

Eric, what do you got?

Five bodies, all male, tied together.

Five bodies tied together.

Could be a ship's crew.

Ma'am, have any ships
disappeared in the last week?

No, sir.

Okay. So that means the killer
could still be out there.

Probably long gone by now.

Hijack a boat, kill the whole crew,

sell off the cargo.

Frank, they used to have
another name for that.

Piracy?

Come on, Horatio.

$35 billion lost last year,

and dozens of ships gone missing.

In Malaysia, Indonesia...

Not Miami.

It's been ten years since
a Florida ship got pirated.

Until now.

All right.

Make sure we slice that
body bag, all right?

I don't want the whole
ocean. Just the body.

What the hell's taking so long?

There's a process out here,too, Frank.

We got three divers standing around.

Not just standing around, all right?

We've got to pace them.

Put them all in at once,
they'll OD on nitrogen.

We'll lose them until tomorrow.

I'd settle for one or two.

Well, unless we know
what we're looking for,

they're going to go down there
and kick up the sea floor.

Visibility will drop to zero.

Slow and steady, Frank.

Trust me.

What have we got?

This level of decomp,

Frank, I'm just not
sure how much we'll get.

You got lost out there
for a while, didn't you?

Okay, I'm never eating shellfish again.

Why was this guy sinking? Shouldn't
they all have been floating?

Two phases. First, they sink.

Then the gases expand, and they rise.

Then these guys get 'em.

Pop go the floaters.

Then the gases escape, and
they sink back down for good.

So, if those divers hadn't found them,

nobody would have.

Hands are callused.

Scarring, too.

Looks like rope burns.

Hook marks.

These guys worked for a living.

They're all wearing deck boots, too.

If you ask me, it adds up to fishermen.

The last one?

Frank.

Yeah?

What else we got here, Delko?

Tissue on the rope.

Skin could have sloughed right off.

So we got a knot, and no hand.

Means there's at least
one more body down there.

What did you get, Alexx?

Got myself a six-pack, Horatio.

I already called in the night shift.

You got a time of death?

No.

This level of decomp, if

the water temperature stays
consistent at 75 degrees,

I'd say five, six days ago.

Okay. What else?

This one's lungs were full of water.

So they were alive when
they were thrown in.

Help me!

All of them tied
together to that anchor,

they must have sunk like stones.

This looks like some type of a

Band-Aid.

Waterproof.

Might have preserved trace.

Tell us what kind of
boat he was working.

Maybe dead men do tell tales.

Mr. Wolfe.

Trace from under the anchor
man's Band-Aid came back

as fish scales.

Based on the dimension...

Bluefin tuna.

That's an expensive catch, isn't it?

Prime specimens can go for $150,000.

They're hand-tested for
lactic acid and fat content,

then flown to Japan to be
fed to the Royal Family.

Commercial long liners are allowed two

bluefins per boat legally.

Right. Illegally, if they decided

to try their luck poaching,

they make a year's pay in one trip.

Explains why somebody would kill

for the cargo, doesn't it?

Those bodies were in
the water for six days.

Somebody's got to be missing a boat.

I checked with all
the big fishing fleets.

None of them have an overdue boat.

What about the harbourmaster?

Did that already, too. 46
boats went out last week,

and only one didn't return

the Eileen. Owner's
name is Owen Harrell.

Okay, Gentlemen, let's go fishing.

Bluefin? You got to be kidding me.

They catch me fishing for those,

F and W would shut down my whole fleet.

When was the last time
you heard from the Eileen?

Four days... maybe five.

Or six.

We believe your ship's been pirated

And you didn't report it, Owen.
Do you have something to hide?

No, but I got a business to run.

Look, no knock on you guys,

but I report my boat
missing to the authorities,

my insurance goes through
the roof, and I go under.

I got 30 guys on the payroll
who'd be out of a job.

Try being known as the
guy who got pirated.

You know, you seem more
concerned about your business

than the six crew members you lost.

Six?

The Eileen crews nine.

Nine.

Eric, call the Coast Guard and
say we've got a rescue mission.

Owen,

if anybody else dies
because you kept quiet,

you're going to be the one
on the hook. You understand?

The Eileen left six days ago,

and the time of death
tells us that the pirates

must have hit them right away.

If it happened that quickly, it
probably only made it a few miles out,

even under full steam.

Let's say they had a life
raft. Where would they end up?

Most life rafts don't have engines.

They'd be at the mercy of
the wind and the currents.

So they could be anywhere?

Not anywhere.

From this location, everything funnels
right into the Florida Current.

Which only heads north, right?

All the way to New England.

NOAA buoys are clocking
the current at two knots.

So, after six days...

This is best estimate.

We're still talking
about a huge search area.

Okay. It's good. It's a start. Thanks.

Miami Ops to 5-23. This is RCC.

Drift computations suggest
expanding your search grid

five miles to the northeast.

This is 5-23. Copy that.

RCC, we have contact.

26.147 north, 80.417 west.

Three Pubs. Preparing to deploy.

Thank God you found us.

They don't look like fishermen, do they?

They're not. Coast Guard says

they're college students
from the College of Miami

doing a Semester at Sea.

Guess they just graduated.

Life raft checks out from the
Eileen. They were the only survivors.

Two survivors and one non survivor, huh?

Think they were in on it?

I don't know. Let's check with Homicide.

They're taking the
corpse to the morgue now.

I'll have Alexx check it out.

Yeah. Our body count just went up.

Hey, Alexx, have you got
anything on our dead castaway?

Could be exposure... Could be dehydration

Or could be amputation.

Amputation?

His leg..

fourth degree avulsion

from multiple bite marks.

Flesh was literally
ripped from the bone.

Are you thinking a shark attack?

Looks that way.

Deep incisions, crescent-shaped wounds.

I'm thinking a small
blue or tiger shark.

It would have to be a very
small one. Look at this bite.

That not from an apex predator.

At least not an aquatic one.

What kind of predator are you thinking?

Two-footed.

A human?

Are you talking about cannibalism?

There's no other explanation.

How is it that only the non-fishermen

managed to elude the pirates?

Dumb luck.

I was on deck watch.

Saw a boat approaching, lights out.

Before I knew it, guys with
guns were swarming the place.

Yeah, there's still
something I don't understand.

Look, man,

I wasn't going to alert the
rest of the crew and get killed

with them. I got my boys,
and we bailed out of there.

Actually, that wasn't my question.

I was just wondering when you
decided to eat your friend, Chip?

On the life raft.

What?!

That's sick.

We have evidence.

Human bite marks on his leg.

It was bad out there, but not that bad.

Six days at sea, no food, no water

You must've been pretty desperate.

I didn't eat the guy, okay?

Then how do you explain the marks?

Brian wouldn't shut up
about how hungry he was.

There's a fish, there's
a fish. I see a fish.

Damn it!

That's the tenth one I've lost.

You're not going to catch anything.

You're going to capsize us.

Are you saying Brian did it?

I was passed out half the
time, but it wasn't me, so

you do the math.

Brian, you need to tell me exactly

what happened on that raft.

Chip was in really bad shape.

Even before the shark.

Sunken eyes, uh,

blue lips...

Those are classic signs of dehydration.

Day Three, he started to lose it.

He was seeing things.

In severe cases, dehydration can lead

to cell death in the brain,

cause hallucinations, dementia.

We couldn't control him.

I see land. I see land.

We can swim for it.

There's nothing out there!

No!

Chip! No!

Shark!

By the time we

got him back on board...

shark had gotten him.

Shark wasn't the only one.

His corpse was masticated

by one or more humans.

News to me.

What's this?

It's a warrant to pump your stomach.

Adam's as well.

You're crazy.

You think this is going
to bring Chip back?

Maybe part of him.

Eric.

You found paint on the life raft?

Transfer.

Paint chips tell us it
was olive-drab green.

Military issue?

Yeah, but not U.S. military.

Ran x-ray diffraction. The lead and
chromium oxide levels tell us that, uh,

the paint was foreign-made.

This life raft was used to haul gear.

Why would a commercial fishing
boat need military equipment?

They wouldn't.

I mean, at least not for anything legal.

Maybe guns, explosives.

Not the kind of cargo we'd return.

Neither will the pirates.

So they hit the lottery.

So Owen the ship owner
loses again. Thank you.

You bring me all the way down
here to tell me you found my ship?

No, sir. What we found, is that
your ship is smuggling weapons.

What the hell is that?

Those are paint chips
from the weapons' cases,

and when I figure out what's
inside them, you will be charged.

We used to fish all we
wanted, right offshore.

Now my own government tells me I
gotta go to Haiti to catch anything.

So I make a little cash on the side.

Maybe a delivery when we're down there.

But it's strictly export, though. We would
never bring weapons into this country.

But pirates would, and that's why we
need to know everything about your ship.

Ship records give us anything?

No, nothing we didn't already know.

So we got a whole ocean out there,

all we know is we're looking for a
blue long-liner by the name of "Eileen."

Actually, we don't even know that.

First thing pirates do is take a hijacked
boat and turn it into a phantom ship.

How's that?

Well, they repaint it,
and then they rename it.

Well, the boat was blue.

Only way you're going to cover
that up that quick is black.

Pirates don't usually dry-dock so they
probably have to paint it on the water.

On an 80-foot boat?

That's a helluva lot of paint.

I've been calling marine supply
stores, see who's been buying.

I just talked to a guy
at Dawkin's Boat Supply.

Said that he just sold ten cases
of marine paint- Boot-Top Black.

I've fished up and down
the coast all my whole life.

I've never heard of
Dawkin's Boat Supply.

That's because it's not on the coast.

It's up the Miami River.

Well, that's where we're going.

Marine paint's nasty stuff, huh?

Yeah, thanks.

You got a handkerchief or something?

I don't think so.

Well, at least we know
it's oil-based- it floats.

And we know somebody's
been painting in the water.

Hey, we got something up here. Look.

Take it around the bend.

Hey. Cut the engine.

I'll call H.

You call SWAT.

Surveillance has had eyes on
the boat since we found it.

Okay, how many on board?

Seen two come up so far. Not
sure how many more below deck.

SWAT is moving into position.

SWAT 2, do you copy?

Copy. Go ahead.

Prepare to board on my count.

And one...

and...two...

...and...

Everybody down!

We're clear! We're clear!

Find out where that rocket came from.

Lieutenant, you need to see this.

Coming right away.

Olive-drab green.

And Cyrillic lettering.

Russian-made.

Too big to be AKs.

Yes, but exactly the right
size for an RPG-7 launchers.

Rocket-propelled grenades?

Yes, exactly why our ship owner
didn't want help finding his boat.

Here you go.

You see these indentations?

Looks like each one's
the size of an RPG case.

Yes, and each one of them is empty.
This is where they stored them.

Oh, that's just great.

We've got one empty case in
here and ten full ones out there.

The streets of Miami just got
a whole lot more dangerous.

Alexx. What do you think?

So this is what a pirate looks like?

You were expecting an eye patch?

Maybe a shoulder parrot.

Horatio!

Excuse me, Alexx.

Be right back.

Hang on!

Find the shooter?

Long gone, but he left something behind.

Thought these Russian rocket
launchers were reusable.

They are reusable.

Why go the trouble of stealing
it, and then just leave it here?

Maybe he was a first-timer and
wasn't prepared for the recoil.

Look at the eyesight.

These RPGs, they fire with
about 400 feet per second.

That thing must've hit
him like a sledgehammer.

And so what we do is we check
every emergency room in the city.

Right. I'll have Homicide, have them check
all the hospitals for one-eyed admissions.

Darryl Morgan.

I had patrol pick him up
from Dade Memorial E.R.

He gave them this...

Hmm.

"I will not waive my
Constitutional rights.

"I will not answer any questions
"without the presence of an attorney,

"and I will not consent to a
search of my person or property."

Darryl, this is pre-printed. I'm
impressed. You've done this before.

I've got nothing to say.

That's very interesting, since we
haven't asked you any questions yet.

Ask away. I know my rights.

You can't even detain
me unless you arrest me.

Okay, let's start with what
happened to your eye, partner?

I tripped and fell.

Onto a rocket launcher?

We have a blood and tissue
sample from the optical sight,

which we'll match to your DNA and
prove that you blew up a police car.

You will be going away
for quite a long time.

I have the right to bear
arms. Second Amendment.

To defend your home, not launch rockets.

Also says my ability to form
a militia cannot be infringed.

Ooh, a militia, Darryl.

You just copped to a
criminal conspiracy.

Why don't you tell us
who your friends are?

Why don't you learn to speak English?

I suggest you respond to my question.

Not giving up my friends
to some Puerto Rican cop.

Darryl, that is Detective Salas, and
she is attempting to give you a chance.

but you are too stupid to realize that.

Please take him.

You're on your own, buddy.

Lieutenant Caine?

Yes.

I'm Wesley Morgan. I understand
you have my son, Darryl, in custody.

Yes, Mr. Morgan. If this is about bail,
I don't... I don't make that decision.

It's not. Actually...

I think it might be better
if I didn't bail him out.

Okay. Um...

You know what, why don't we...
Why don't we step over here.

Okay. Thank you.

Darryl was a good kid.

Honor student, varsity baseball team.

Even worked summers on my car lot.

But then something changed.

He started hanging
around with a bad crowd.

Mr. Morgan, your son has half
a dozen arrests to his credit.

This is not about peer pressure.

I know. I've tried to
get him help, but...

counselling or something,
but he won't listen to me.

Okay, he's going to listen now.

These are very serious
charges levied against him,

including blowing up a police car.

Oh, my God...

Well, is there anything I can do?

Make restitution?

Well, unfortunately, that's
not the way this works.

You must wonder how I could be so blind
to what was happening right under my nose.

Well, Mr. Morgan, with family...

With family, all bets are off.

If you really want to help
your son, here's what I suggest.

Get him to talk to us,

because we believe he's in possession
of some very dangerous weapons.

- I'll do what I can.
- Okay.

- Thank you, lieutenant.
- Yes.

Hey, Valera.

Hey.

You get anything out
of our two castaways?

Depends on how you like your data
- raw or cooked?

Fine Young Cannibals?

Found human DNA in the stomach contents.

Spectra's a match to
our victim, Chip Manning.

So they did eat their friend.

One of them did.

What do you want me to say?

I wish I didn't have
to make that choice,

but I was gonna die if
I didn't eat something.

Or someone.

Chip was the weak link.

I'm sorry he's dead, but,
hey, better him than me.

Well, the other guy in the boat managed to
survive without resorting to cannibalism.

Different metabolism.

I'm not proud of it, but I'm not
gonna apologize for surviving.

Arrest me.

Unfortunately, I can't.

Desecration of a corpse
is a second-degree felony,

but the State's Attorney has
decided against filing charges.

So I'm free to go?

For now.

"For now?" What am I missing?

He said "different metabolisms."

It's a valid reason why Brian survived.

I wasn't thinking about Brian.

Chip had sunken eyes, he had blue lips,
all of the classic signs of dehydration.

but he was far worse than the other two.

There's metabolism
and there's metabolism.

You're thinking somebody
helped Chip along?

There's only one way to find out.

I'll go back to the body.

Okay. I'll be in Trace.

Will you find me?

You want to test for electrolytes?

Yeah.

Specifically salt content.

Well, it's not part
of a typical tox panel.

I'll have to draw more fluid.

I'll wait, walk the
blood back to the lab.

Not blood.

Ocular fluid.

Oh.

Still want to wait?

S
- Sure.

Yes, Frank?

I just got a call out.

Someone fired another of those rockets

An RPG attack? Where are you?

Little tienda on Calle Ocho.

I'm on my way.

Frank.

Injuries?

Owner's alive. Roberto Lopez.

Second-degree burns.

Did he see the shooter?

'Fraid we're gonna need
a translator for that.

Se�or Lopez.

No lo v�. Estaba trabajando.

That's okay. We're gonna find him.

Se�or Lopez, �como esta?

Mi vida. Lo perd� todo.

Okay. We're gonna make it right.

H.

Yeah.

Ooh, that's interesting.

Roundy-round?

Excuse me, sir?

Sir, with the sunglasses?

Excuse me, sir.

Sir.

He's talking to you.

Get away from me!

Easy.

Ooh, that's a familiar
looking shiner, isn't it, Eric?

And this is familiar, too.

You and Darryl Morgan commit a little
ethnic cleansing down here, friend?

Somebody's got to look
out for regular Americans.

"Regular Americans."

Nice tattoo. Merchant marine?

Now, I know that Darryl...

couldn't pirate that ship on
his own, so you helped him.

And now that Darryl's
in jail, who helped you?

I've got nothing to say.

That's familiar, too, and you know what?

That's going to change.

How's the store owner doing, Mr. Lopez?

How should I know?

All I got was a bunch of
Spanglish and "no me gusta"s.

Give it a rest, Frank.

What? The guy's probably been here 30
years and doesn't bother to learn English?

Yeah, well, how's your Spanish?

Rusty.

Some days I can't tell if I'm
in South Florida or North Cuba.

Yeah. Guy lost his business
and nearly got killed.

I got as much sympathy for
Mr. Lopez as the next guy.

I'm just saying if he tried to fit
in a little bit, it wouldn't hurt.

You're blaming the victim, Frank.

No, I'm not, Delko.

I'm just saying...

Gentlemen, gentlemen...

conduct unbecoming. We're
in a public space here.

Now, Frank, what about witnesses?

Car slowed down. The
shooter was in the back seat.

Okay, so we have a driver
and a shooter. What else?

RPG was launched from over here.

Looks like auto glass.

Yes, it does.

So the glass shattered when
the rocket fired, right?

Propulsion from those grenades
burns at over a thousand degrees.

It vents out a breech in the back.

Seems to be some kind of
paper attached to this.

How can paper get
seared into window glass?

I don't know, but Q.D. will.

Eric...

- Hey
- Hey

XRD scan.

Levels of sodium and
chlorine are off the chart.

Chip died of dehydration.

Caused by a massive salt overdose.

Blood cells get depleted
trying to handle the overload...

Kidneys can't process the excess
salt. Eventually, they shut down.

Chip died from drinking seawater.

Question is, did he drink it
himself, or did he have help?

What's this?

Evidence that you killed Chip Manning.

How do you figure?

That's his blood on the rim of that
cup, and your print is on the outside.

We went back and
re-examined the life raft.

He was dying, but you helped him out

forced him to drink seawater.

I bailed out the raft with that cup.

If Chip drank from it, I didn't see it.

You see, Adam, we don't
just consider evidence.

We also consider character.

Yours has been suspicious
from the get-go.

Well, too bad you can't
take character to court.

You're the only eyewitness we have.

Anyway you gotta believe me,

I didn't see Adam do anything to Chip.

Brian, how can you
expect me to believe you?

There were three of you on a teeny raft.

I thought Chip was your friend.

Yeah, well, Adam's still my friend.

Is that why you're protecting him?

You don't understand.

Adam saved my life.

He got us off that fishing boat.

It was so dark out there, I couldn't
see my own hand in front of my face.

Wait a minute.

Adam didn't have a flashlight?

I don't think so. Why?

Middle of the night...

middle of the ocean.

Where you going?

I think Adam's been
telling us a fish tale.

Look, you can't prove I killed Chip.

You're right.

Then I'm outta here.

We can prove, however, that
you helped to kill these men.

You're under arrest, Adam.

For what?

Conspiracy to commit murder.

It's the same as if you
drowned them yourself.

Yeah, I don't know
what're you talking about.

You told me you saw a boat, right?

You saw men with guns
approaching the Eileen.

That's right.

Here's the problem:

Six nights ago there was a new moon.

Means about.01 foot-candles
of illumination.

That is practically pitch black.

There is no way you could've
seen the pirates coming.

You had to have known ahead of time.

No, that's not true.

Homicide ran your bank account
at Biscayne Mutual Trust.

Took them a while to find it.

Deposit six days ago for $5,000.

Big bucks for a starving student.

I didn't know they were
gonna kill anyone, I swear.

All I had to do was
call in our position.

Who gave you the money?

Was it this man?

No. An older guy.

What about him?

We just picked him up for firing a
RPG rocket on a convenience store.

No.

That's not the guy who paid me off.

I've never seen him before.

Hey, find out what stuck
the paper to the car glass?

Yeah. The carmaker.

You want to explain that?

Maybe this'll help.

It's a partial Vehicle
Identification Number.

It's a Buyers Guide.

FTC requires them on all used cars.

That's right. The dealers
slap them on the window.

Got the first three digits,

but that's all. Sorry.

No.

No, don't be sorry. That
might be all we need.

Your turn to explain.

Well every VIN number has 16 digits.

Each one means something different.

The first, uh, first one's a "one."

That means the car was made in the USA.

Second digit's an "F."

Means that it's a Ford.

And that helps?

Yeah, well, it does when your suspect's
dad owns a used car dealership.

This is a family car, an SUV...

Excuse me.

Lieutenant, what's going on?

If you have any more
questions about my son, I'd...

This is not about your son.

A search warrant?

For what?

For every car on this lot.

Hey, H?

Did you get something?

Yeah, not quite the new car smell.

Got nitroglycerin on
the roof and carpet.

Nothing on the door.

Could have been replaced.

Let's go deal with our dealer, okay?

Someone stole the car
and took it for a joyride.

Door was damaged, so I swapped it out.

That car was used in a
rocket attack on Calle Ocho.

Discharge probably blew out
the car's rear passenger window.

Look, I pay my taxes, I'm
cooperating with your investigation.

Now, do your job.

That's what we're doing.

I'm confused as to how somebody broke
into your lot here with all your security.

That's the way this neighbourhood is now.

Times was, we didn't have
to lock our doors at night.

Now, property values are in the toilet,

bad influences moving in.

You know, Wesley,

the only bad influence in
this neighbourhood is you.

Fine. You think I shot some kind
of a rocket at old Fidel's store?

Prove it.

Eric?

What is that?

This is only gonna hurt a little bit.

Thanks for your cooperation.

I'm going to be filing a
complaint with your supervisor.

Why don't you do that, Wesley?

And in the meantime, I'm gonna
file some paperwork on you.

Yeah. Like for arms dealing
and attempted murder.

What? That's ridiculous.

Nasal swab say otherwise.

Found traces of nitroglycerin
and sulfur in your nasal passage.

And that's consistent with
the exhaust from an RPG-7.

The friend of yours that
we picked up at the tienda

fired that rocket from your car.

You, my friend, just
went from selling cars...

to making license plates.

I walked out my front
door the other day.

I didn't hear a word of
English for six blocks.

Just Cuban music playing in the stores.

When did Miami become a foreign country?

This is America, Wesley,

and all of your grenade launchers
are not gonna change that.

These people.

They sneak into our cities on rafts.

They bring poverty

and crime and disease
to our neighbourhoods.

They don't belong here.

These people have just as much
right to be here as you do.

I admire your conviction,
defending your race.

What I'm trying to do is no different.

Well, here's one difference.

You're going to jail.

Well, you can lock me up,

but you can't stop the Movement.

We go to work with you.

Our kids go to school with your kids.

Hell, we might even
live right next door.

How are you gonna stop us all?

One animal at a time.

We'll start by
confiscating your computers.

Hunting down your E-mail contacts.

And then track your
credit card purchases,

club memberships,

hell, magazine subscriptions.

Everything we need to do until
all of you are rooted out.

Because we never close.

Ever

You got it?

It's kind of heavy...

It's all right.

Listo (ready)

Listo si (ready yes)

Here we go.

Gracias.

Se�or.

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