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Are you sure
this is safe?

I do it all the time, man.

Chill. Act cool.

Right.

Hey, Mike, Mike, Mike.

I don't know about this, man.

I'm going out on
a limb here, man.

You don't have the stones
for this, you definitely

don't have them for
the rest of your story.

Okay.

All right.

Yeah, let's-let's do it.

MAN:
Yo. Hold on.

See, man, everything's cool.

Yeah.

( metallic clicking )

( indistinct radio
transmission )

( radio transmissions continue)

Alexx?

WOODS:
Horatio?

Yeah.

Who let the press in?

Kid's our witness.

Our witness
is taking notes, huh?

Interesting.

Alexx, what do we have here?

The boy took two rounds
through the wood.

Through the wood?

You mean
the door was closed.

Okay. Excuse me.

Sir, may I have
a word with you?

Uh, yeah, Josh Dalton,
Miami Sun.

Yes, formerly
of the Miami Ledger.

You're a fan.

Let me put it this way--

I am familiar with
some of the pieces

that you've written
about my department.

Oh, right.

The story on the false positives
at the CSI lab

a few years back.

Hit below the belt.

I was green.

Weren't we all?

Well,
I've learned a lot since then.

So, uh, you have any idea what
caliber bullet was used...?

Josh.

How this works is,
I ask you the questions

and you provide me
with the information.

So, let's start with
what you're doing here.

Keeping my finger on the
drug-fueled pulse of Miami.

Sounds like a byline.

Mike was hooking me
up for an exposé.

He works
for a district councilman.

People love stories
of urban blight.

Makes them feel human.

But not you,
though, huh?

I just saw my friend murdered.

I've never felt more
human in my life.

What did you find?

I believe

that this is your pen cap,
isn't it?

When did you have time
to take notes?

After I called the police.

Oh, really?

Was Mike still alive?

Of course not.

What do you think I am?

I think that you are a man
in search of a story.

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Well, it's not often

that the shooter doesn't
get to see his own victim.

With a .380 you don't have to.

Cuts through
your typical single panel door

with practically no resistance.

He left the gun.

M-11.

That was smart.

If we can't find
any prints on it,

we can't tie him to it.

What is this place anyway,

some sort of inner city
drugstore?

They don't keep the
dope on the premises,

but, uh, there's all
kinds of evidence of use.

Need to find out
what's in these baggies,

narrow down a dealer.

You were looking for me?

Yeah, do you have
the one to ones

on the crime scene door?

Wide, medium, and close.

The spray pattern
is right to left.

Two hit our victim
and three hit the back wall.

So, they hit the back wall

but not the journalist.

So, Josh,

why were you there?

I-I told you, a story.

Is it possible
that you took Mike there

to set him up to be killed?

I covered it,
I didn't create it.

No, but that doesn't explain
why you weren't shot, does it?

I guess it was just luck.

Ah, yes, luck.

( clears throat )

This, Josh,

is a crime scene
photograph.

Now, you claim

that you were
to Mike's immediate right

as he knocked on the door,
right?

Yeah, immediately
to his right, yes.

Okay, here's why
this doesn't fly.

This is called a bullet spray.

Now that technically
makes it impossible

for you to be
on Mike's right.

I think you were
standing behind him,

shielding yourself.

Yeah, let's-let's do it.

See, man, everything's cool.

( automatic gunfire )

Okay.

I heard him rack a
round and instinctively

I-I just...
I moved behind Mike.

You sound pretty familiar
with weapons.

Yeah, I-I did a whole story
a couple years ago

on gunrunners
between here and the Caribbean.

You know, how they...
how they use

cruise ships to
transfer major weapons

to Al Qaeda sleepers
in the Miami area.

I remember the story.

I went to a gun range,

just to, you know,
get comfortable with weapons.

And you learn pretty
quick the, uh,

the distinctive sound
of the action of a gun.

See, man, everything's cool.

( metallic clicking )

( automatic gunfire )

It... it was second nature.

There was...
there was no setup.

( sighs )

I give subjects that same face
when I think they're lying.

But I'm not.

I-I... I don't know
how else to convince you.

You know what, Josh,
I wouldn't worry about it.

I have many ways
to get the truth.

Calleigh, check this out.

See these paint chips
on top of the newspaper?

Yeah.

Killer probably
went out this way,

but he wasn't counting on
the window being painted shut.

( grunting )

Somebody tried
to force it open.

The handles are too
narrow for prints.

What about underneath?

Exactly. Take a look.

So, what are the chances
of a drug dealer

from the Golden Triangle
being in AFIS?

Good to great.

DELKO:
There he is.

Bobby Jeter.

He's been in and out
of Starke since he was of age.

JENSON:
Mostly possession and dealing.

No murder.

Might've just broken new ground.

Not too hard
to track you down, Bobby.

Drinking tequila
in your driveway.

Got no reason to hide.

We think you do.

Know this man?

Nope.

He was killed today
at 660 Rutland Avenue.

So?

So we found your prints
on the window used as an escape.

( grunting )

I was down there
looking for a friend.

Door slammed behind me.

Got locked in.

Okay, well, uh,
we got your prints, Bobby.

They're fresh.

Unless you got a witness...

...you got nothing.

Anything else?

Yeah.

I want you to put your hand out,
like you're holding a gun.

This a joke?

Do it.

Any revelations
on Mike Griffith, Alexx?

Yeah, the human body

wasn't made
to withstand bullets.

Here's his tox report.

Okay.

Mm.

These his effects?

The tin of mints is empty.

Nothing.

You know, Alexx,

there's nothing...
and then there's nothing.

I'm going to get this to Trace.

*

( whirring )

Speed?
Those mints were
curiously strong.

Found the same
chemical makeup

as the residue from the baggies
at the scene.

It's an Opioid
analgesic.

Pain killers.

What about a brand name?

Oxycodone.
It's hillbilly heroin.

Griffith was probably addicted
to the stuff.

No, he couldn't have been.

He's got a negative tox screen.

Didn't Mike work for
Councilman Putnam?

Then we just got a candidate.

Good of you to...

Good of you to see me,
Councilman.

Excuse me for not getting up.

I'm-I'm nursing a back injury.

Are you taking
anything for that?

Steam rooms, hot showers.

I assume you're here
about Mike Griffith.

Such a shame.
He was an exceptional young man.

Yeah, that's...
that's what I understand.

I truly believe
he would've been sitting

behind this desk one day.

Yes, except for the fact

that somebody sent him
into the Golden Triangle

to buy oxy,
and he got killed for it.

Are you aware that I ran
on a platform of zero tolerance?

I am. I am
also aware

of your three-month prescription
last year... for the same drug.

The state keeps
records, Councilman.

Water-skiing accident.

The prescription ran out,
and my doctors

demurred about refills.

Shot of brandy does the trick
for me now.

I don't do drugs.

Are you familiar
with a journalist
named Josh Dalton?

Of course, I read the papers...
He was with
Mike when Mike

got killed buying your oxy.

So, how long did that go on?

Couple of months.

Do you know the dealer's name?

Robby, Bobby something. No.
I never saw him.

I can't understand
why he'd do this to Mike.

Did you ever send Mike in short?

I'm not a man who likes debt.

Okay, so he didn't get whacked
dealing with your tab?

Let me restate this.

I always sent Mike
into the Triangle with cash.

Maybe you can mention that
at his eulogy.

You wouldn't be outing her
for tax evasion.

No. You would merely be
corroborating information

I've already gathered
on background.

Uh, i-i-it's like
confirming the
sun's shining.

We already know it.

Sir, I-I've got a lieutenant

from Miami-Dade P.D.
on the other line.

May I call you right back?

Josh... why didn't you tell me

that the councilman
was addicted to oxy?

Is this on the record?

Whatever you like.

Mike was his press guy.

Said he'd give me access

to oxy culture if I kept his
boss's name out of the paper,

so I couldn't tell you.

Jim Rennert, Editor.

Is there a problem here?

Josh, Jim, is obstructing
a murder investigation,

and I need his notes
from his Golden
Triangle story.

The murder of Mike
Griffith, you mean?
Mm-hmm.

Jim, Mike gave me names and
sources in strict confidence.

One of those sources
may be his killer.

I am willing to go to jail

to protect
my First Amendment rights,

and I would hope
the paper would back me.

Fact is, the paper does.

We don't give up sources.

I'm sorry,
Lieutenant.
No apologies necessary, Jim.

Here's the bad news,
gentlemen.

I have a warrant
for the notes.

Jim?

Judge trumps a journalist.

For the record, Lieutenant,

this is the last thing
Mike would've wanted.

Not if we find his killer.

I've been working on your
journalist's notes,

and they're not Pitman
shorthand... or Gregg's...

at least, not entirely.

Got a little
of both, maybe,

although take a look
at this.

Internet lingo.

Means "later."

So it would appear
that Dalton's created
his own language.

Can you read it?

Okay.

It's an... interview

with an operative
of Las Sombras...

that pro-Castro group?

The Shadows.

I thought that was a myth,

a way for politicians to explain

all the violence
they can't control in Miami.

In the Golden Triangle...
But something

is weird with this shorthand,
though.

Wait a second.

Okay. I think I know
what's going on here.

It's reversed.

What do you mean?

The words are arranged
from right to left.

Your reporter's a lefty.

No, he's not.
He's right-handed.

Then these aren't his notes.

Tyler, I need articles
on Las Sombras.

Okay, "Sombras,"

"landed revolutionaries,"
and "secret."

Key words should get us
something.

Here we go. Seven articles
on the Sombras,

how they terrorize Miami area.

Mostly Cuban Americans.

Okay. Who wrote these?

Amy James. Miami Sun.

Amy James. Is she a contributor?

Senior Writer, city desk.

City desk. Right next
to Josh's cubicle.

Thank you.

You know, Speed,
I don't get it, man.

This guy Jeter didn't have
any GSR on his hands,

but I know he went
out that window
for some reason.

He probably washed it off
with tequila...

or he wore gloves.

Did you find any
gloves at that place?

No, just plastic bags
with traces of oxy.

I guess this could be used
as a glove.

Well, now, look at that.

Gunshot residue.

*

*

What have you got?

We got a two-fer.

GSR on the outside,
and fingerprints on the inside.

MAN:
Let's go, dude.

What are you doing
in there?

Bobby...

remember when you said
we were going to need a witness?

We got one.

Your fingerprints.

You used that plastic bag
as a glove,

and you shot Mike Griffith.

I've been on a jag.

Speed. Coke.

Makes me extra
paranoid.

I looked through
that peephole,

saw two guys with suits
on, and I thought
it was a bust.

You didn't recognize Mike?

Yeah, but the other guy
looked like a fed.

Well, he was a reporter.

I guess I'm not so paranoid
after all.

Well, if I were you, I'd return
to paranoia, my friend.

You're about to be charged
with murder.

I got to ask: How did I miss
the other guy, the reporter?

You missed the other guy...

because he's good
at deceiving people.

Josh...

Hey. How could you let
the Ledger scoop me?

Their in-office e-mail says
that you caught Mike's killer.

I-I hacked in.

It's Amy's desk over there,
isn't it?

Yeah.

Does she know you stole
her story, Josh,

the story on the Sombras?

Amy and I share notes.

Does she know
you're "sharing" notes?

Look, we work together
all the time.

She's senior to me.

Okay. I'd like to talk to Amy.

Yeah, well, so would I.

I've been trying to call her
all morning.

Off the record,
probably too much merlot.

Try her again.

Now?

Right now.

Is there a problem?

No.

( dial tone blaring )

She has three numbers.
We all do.

The paper, sources
and personal.

Mm-hmm.
( phone ringing )

( groaning )

Josh...

Amy?

( groaning )
Is-is that you?

Amy, are you okay?

Please...
Amy. Try and stay
on the line, Amy.

Speed, listen, I'm going
to need to track a number.

Use the GPS.

Hang on a second.

Uh, 555-0156.

Did you get that? Okay.
I will be in the car.

You stay put.

( sirens blaring )

Where is she?

Traveling west on Flagler.

Cross street?

11th.

Wait, she's turning onto 12th.

Right or left?

Left.
Okay, hang on.

I see her.

I got it. Thank you.

Get out of the vehicle and get
your hands in the air right now!

Get out of the car!
Let me see your hands!

Let me see 'em! Let's go!

Move around
the car!

Let's go! Let's go!

Open the trunk.

I don't know how.

Open that trunk.

Where are the keys?

Hey, friend,

open the trunk.

This ain't our car.
This ain't our car.

What are you
talking about?
We stole it.

You stole the car?

Okay, get down on your knees.

There's no trunk release

on this car, H.
Need a key to open it.

Eric, get the trunk open.

Where'd you steal the car,
friend?

Where?!

El Portal, 87th street.

Portal and 87th--
that's Amy's place.

What about this blood
on the window?

Didn't notice that?

No.
You sure?

Swear to God.
I swear to God!

I'm sorry, Amy.

I'm sorry.

Take 'em in.

I'm sorry, Amy.

Miss James was
shot three times.

Once to the back
of the head.

Two to the back.

Organs bled out slowly.

So, the bullet
didn't pierce the brain.

Entered her scalp,

followed her hairline,
then lodged

near her ear.

So it was the body hits
that did the damage.

Yeah.

She bled out on the inside.

Took hours to expire.

CAINE:
That's why she was able to take
the call from the trunk.

What do you mean?

What do I mean?

You went white as a ghost

when you heard Amy's voice
on that speakerphone.

That's what I mean,

and that's because she was
supposed to dead already.

( buzzing )

( groans )

Josh...

I don't even own a gun.

This was never about Mike.

The reality is that you shot Amy
hours before Mike was killed.

You don't have
all your facts.

And if you thought you did, you
would have arrested me by now.

Is that a fair statement?

Are you talking ethics to me,
Josh?

Look, I was UPI's
youngest reporter

ever to fly Air Force One,

and I have broken major stories
for the Miami Sun--

gun running, dorm porn.
You name it.

At what cost?

DUQUESNE:
That's Amy's parking space.

Looks like there's blood
on this column.

So, our vic took one shot
before she even got to her car.

( gunshot )

The second shot was
through-and-through, right?

Third shot was
to the head.

( gunshots )

Why do you have
that look on your face?

Yeah, the spatter's only on the
lower half of the BMW's window.

So, either the shooter
was really tall...

Or it was shot
at a high angle,

like from an SUV
or a truck.

Yeah.

Clearance for this garage
is seven feet.

It says Ecka.

That's a brand of running light.

Lucky for us the garage got him.

Well, this is blood.

We going to process Amy's next?

Horatio's up there now.

Take a look at these.

These are all bomb site hits
from Las Sombras.

Yeah, they target
law-abiding Cuban Americans

who have the gall
to speak out against Castro.

Yeah, I've read
all these articles,

but I didn't read
Amy's bylines till now.

CAINE:
No doubt Las Sombras has.

This place has been searched,
huh?

Yeah. It's hot in here, too.

Yeah, and here's why.

Look at this.

Somebody's ripped
the thermostat off the wall.

And the smoke detector.

Batteries are missing.

Yeah, I'm
not surprised.

Okay, here's what
we need to do.

Let's look in the bedroom

and see if the alarm
clock is missing.

Right.

It's definitely not ticking.

The battery's
the power source.

Thermostat is
the action switch.

And the clock is the timer.

Ingredients of a home-made bomb.

Las Sombras.

Used Amy's things
to make their next bomb.

Maybe a warning to her
to shut up.

WOODS:
Some kind of mark on her hand.

She was in rigor,

that's why I
didn't see it.

That looks like ink.

I want to get that to Q.d.

No can do, Horatio.

My body stays intact.

QD's going to have to find me.

No problem.

CAINE:
Anything?

Nothing I can read.

You know what?

Let's use the night scope.

Maybe we can enhance
the writing.

You read my mind.

I'm just hoping the photons
create enough light

in the image intensifier tube
to define the image.

It's still blurry.

All right.

Here's what we do.

Let's leave the lens open--
the longer the exposure,

the greater chance we have
to lighten the image.

And then the blank space
surrounding the print lines

will burn an image
onto the film?

That's exactly right.

How long should I give it?

As long as it takes.

What did we get?

It worked.

What is it?
A license plate?

No. It's, uh...

This is an address.

How do you know?

You see the C.O.?

That's Calle Ocho
in Little Havana.

What about the 11122?

That is the location
of the bomb.

Sir?

Step away from that
table right now.

These are the missing components
from Amy's apartment.

Could have come from anywhere.

Yeah, they could've.

But this. this couldn't have.

It's a perfect fit.

And that means that you were
at Amy's apartment, weren't you?

Amy.

The one who writes those lies
about Las Sombras?

Yeah, and I suppose
the bombings in Little Havana

didn't take place either, right?

Your forefathers
were revolutionaries.

We're no different.

What I'm interested in

is whether you were there
by yourself

or you were with your brethren,
which one?

Don't I get a lawyer?

After you tell me
who you were with.

Las Sombras don't even exist.

Luis wants to
make a deal.

Admits to breaking into Amy's,
and manufacturing a bomb.

What do we get out of it?

Address of
the next place

the Sombras are
going to bomb.

And names of two
of his partners.

From revolutionary to rat
in record time.

But there's
a glitch.

What's that?

He won't cop to Amy's murder.

I don't need him to.

What, you still think
it's this reporter?

I do.
All right.

You got any evidence
to support that?

On the way.

( shutter clicking )

You got any messages?

No, nothing.

But it's an old-school
answering machine--

the kind with the tape--

so, a little effort, we might
be able to get something.

So, what are you doing, just
ignoring the obvious stuff now?

What've you got?

Well, there's a cigar here.

I mean, she had a visitor.

It's been chewed.

It's probably got DNA on it.

Could be the killer.

The journals?

I've de-encrypted Josh's...

Amy's notebooks and I found

what seems to be
notes on a new story.

New story about what?

Can't quite tell.

She writes in nicknames
and codes,

but I'll give you
what I have.

Okay, sounds like a plan.

Hi.

Hi. What's up?

Valera's processing
the cigar.

Yeah.

Where's Tyler?

I don't know.

Uh... it's all right.

I can handle this.

Okay.

You think we're going
to get anything?

Well, most answering machines
aren't perfectly aligned.

The audio is written
either too high

or too low on the tape stream.

Right, so when the eraser head
wipes the tape,

it could miss some of the audio.

Exactly.

MAN:
Amy, I didn't mean
to fly off the handle.

But you're going to hurt
a lot of people

if you write that story.

Call me.

You've got my number--
555-0140, extension 27.

555-0140?

It's a newspaper.

But whose
extension is it?

I called Amy.

I'm her editor.

There's nothing specious
about that.

It's just funny that you
didn't mention to Homicide

that you recently
"flew off the handle" with Amy.

Matter of fact, I have
the transcript here.

"Transcript"
evinces a pejorative.

That's some
vocabulary, sir.

I like you two.

You bring an attitude
to your craft.

It's not a craft, it's
a murder investigation.

Now, you had a fight with Amy.

Do you want to come down to
Homicide and talk about it?

No, I don't.

You don't.

Were you at Amy's
the night that she was killed?

No.

No?

No.

She worked for me.
I've never been to her place.

That was found
at Amy's.

Now, the DNA on
that is male.

We're looking for a match.

It's pretty interesting

that you smoke
the same brand.

I'd like to call my lawyer.

You should probably do that.

Heard there's
a development.

Well, Q.d. notes that Amy
began gathering information

on a new story, but none of
the code words make any sense.

It says here,

"I went to Luce about Captain
Butler concerning 'Ghost Ship.'"

Ghost ships?

You mean, like a mirage,
possibly?

I don't know.

That's weird.

I did a whole story a couple
years ago on gunrunners.

You know, how they...
how they use...

ships to transfer major weapons.

Okay, we need everything
the Miami S put out last year

about gunrunners masquerading
as cruise ships, all right?

Jim Rennert. Editor-in-Chief.

I didn't kill Amy.

Well, that didn't take
you long, Jim.

I went to her place.

We had words.
That's all.

I understand that Josh's article

about the Miami gunrunners
using cruise ships

boosted your circulation
by 20,000.

Story elevated our
journalistic profile.

Ghost ships
that don't exist... right?

It's, um... very, very difficult
to verify sources.

Gunrunners
are outlaws.

Cruise ships stonewall.
Squeaky clean image.
In other words,

Josh made the whole thing up.

I... did suspect that.

And Amy was on to him, right?

She told me her suspicions.

I begged her to let it go.

He's good for the paper's
circulation.

He's a liar, Jim.

So your writing
will offset that.

He brings readers to you.

You mean he gets you promotions.

Well, I guess she didn't,
did she?

( sighs )

Kid is a star.

I-I moved up two
slots since he started
working at the paper,

and the offers are
just pouring in.

From New York.
Big papers, magazines.

I'm in a whole new stratosphere.

All with Amy out of the way.

No, no, no, no, no, no,
I didn't kill her. I didn't.

Jim, you need to give me
something right now.

When Dalton was covering...

creating the gunrunner story,

he went to a
shooting range.

The owner gave him
free run of the place.

Guy called me the next day,

said one of his guns
was missing.

He suspected Josh had stolen it,
but he didn't have any proof.

What kind of a gun was it?

.22 caliber Kemper.

Okay. Did Josh ever discuss
killing Amy with you?

No... no, of course not.

But you suspected it,
didn't you?

Right?

And just like

Josh's stories...
you weren't interested

in the truth, were you?

It's a Kemper .22,
chrome six shot.

A two-inch barrel.

It was first on my list.

The bullets in Amy definitely
could've come from a Kemper.

Okay, here's what we do.

We get a warrant
for Josh's home,

office, and car
right now.

Great.

We have searched
his entire condo,

his office, and
his gym locker,
and there is no gun.

Yeah... same deal here.

But we know
from the running lights

that this is the
vehicle from the
scene, right?

I don't know.
Maybe he tossed the gun.

No. I'm positive
that it's here.

Why?

Because Josh swears
that it isn't.

All right.

You know something?

I'm going to put
this spare tire back.

Why don't you siphon
the gas?

I've got an idea.

Good. Got a little room.

Little bit. Easy.

Stop. Thanks, guys.

DUQUESNE:
I've got 4,760.

What do the specs say?

The specs say 4,747.

That's 13 pounds over.

Kemper's only a couple
of pounds.

What do you think is causing
the extra weight?

This the gas

you removed?
Yeah.

That's all of it?

Yeah.

DELKO:
That's about what,
nine, ten gallons?

Give or take.

Mm. Gas tank said
that it was almost full.

There's no way a truck this size
has a gas tank that small.

You know what?

I should've thought
of this sooner.

That's a modified metal box.

Some people put in
a smaller gas tank.

The extra space, they...

put in electronics,

wiring...

or...

Here's my little
.22 caliber Kemper.

You found a gun?

In my car?
Yeah.

I found this gun, Josh.

This is the gun
that you killed Amy James with.

Well, it's-it's
just not possible.

I-I mean, I-I-I must be...
getting set up here.

I-I-I...

No, I mean... Jim Rennert,
our-our editor.

I-I think that, uh, you know,
he and Amy--

they were having an affair,

and...
Josh.

It's over.

Well, Lieutenant,
why would I want to kill Amy?

Because Amy knew
your story was a fraud,

and she was going to Rennert
to expose you-- that's why.

These are
from Amy's notebook,

and they should seem
familiar to you,

because you looked
at her notes, didn't you?

"Captain Butler": the gunrunner
from Gone with the Wind,

"J.R.": your editor,

and "Luce"
is Henry R. Luce,

the most prolific publisher
of the 20th century.

You killed Amy,

Josh, not to steal a story...

but to prevent one
from happening.

Josh...

Sit down.

You know, Josh, the truth...

has this funny,
mysterious way...

of finding daylight.

Book him.

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