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Knock it off.

Excuse me. Could you take
a photo for us please?

Just press that black
button right there.

This is a vacation to die for.

And it's officially over, okay?

We got to get to the airport now.

Can't we stay one more day?

No, we can't stay one more minute, okay?

I have to get back up north.

And if we don't get in the car

in exactly five minutes,
we're going to miss our flight.

Okay, okay, let's divide and conquer.

I'll check on the bags.

I'll bring the car up. I'll make
sure we didn't forget anything.

Guys, let's go. I am going
to go to the washroom-

we're already checked out
- and then we'll meet out front.

Okay, everybody go.

It's just you and me.

ia Do we have an I.D., Miss Boa Vista?

Yeah. PD says it's Brian Partney.

18 years old.

What about a family?

Parents and a brother.

They're Canadian tourists.

Not everybody's going home though.

Doesn't look that way, does it?

The entrance wound says he was shot

facing forward.

Okay, so that means the
killer was facing him.

Miss Boa Vista?

Are you okay?

I've never been first
on the scene before.

You know, without Alexx.

Just... It's weird.

I feel like he was
trying to talk to me-

trying to tell me what happened.

He is trying to talk to
us, and we... are listening.

Morning.

Oh, Alexx, you got a COD yet?

Single shot to the face,
through and through.

Poor thing
- he was dead before he even hit the floor.

Exit wound was below the skulline.

Soft tissue, so the
bullet will be pristine.

I can get that to the lab.

Only one prob What?

It's not here.

Really?

But he did leave this.

Looks like some kind
of gang paraphernalia.

Black is the signature
color of the Cobra Familia.

Gang hit.

On a tourist from Canada.

Well, look at that.

I'm on YouTube.

Some sort of closed-circuit
recording device.

Hopefully it caught the murder.

Well, you know what, I
may not have the bullet,

but you can sure bet I'm going
to take that camera to the lab.

How you holding up, Mr. Partney?

Your son was on the
elevator. Where was he going?

I have no idea.

We were checking out.
We were all in a hurry.

Did he make any contacts down here?

Contacts?

We... we were just all
having fun together.

Is it possib, Mr. Partney,

that this is gang related?

Gang related?

Are you suggesting that
my son was in a gang?

Mr. Partney, I'm just
asking you a question.

This hotel is supposed
to be a celebrity hangout.

Rap stars,

starlets.

We thought it would be fun.

Should have stayed home.

The young man

that is standing there

with your wife
- who's that?

That's my other son Shane.

Shane idolized Brian.

Never seen two brothers closer.

My heart...

is torn out, Lieutenant.

How are you going to make that right?

I'm going to find your son's killer.

The bandana we found in the elevator

I guess we're back to square one.

And what about Brian
Partney's clothes, anything?

The bloodstains are consistent

with the type of wound
and the body position.

That's an Alon key card.

Yeah, well, they gave us
access to guest records,

so Partney's information

should still be on it.

Except that's not the key
from the Partneys' room.

They were in room 423.

Well, room 804.

It's Mitch Pena.

Looks like the eighth
floor of that hotel

is worth a visit.

Got blood specks.

It's consistent with blowback spatter.

So this is where Brian got shot.

Room 804 has got a
straight line of sight

to this elevator.

Yep. Let's got talk to Pena about that.

All right.

The victim's name me was Brian Partney.

Did you know him?

We heard about the kid.

But I'm not sure how we can help you.

He was shot 12 feet from your door

and you didn't hear anything?

We hit the beach early.

It's the reason

why we came down here from New York.

Anyways, I'm not the one you
should be talking to about him.

Amy.

I just... can't believe he's dead.

So you knew him

I met Brian downstairs
yesterday, you know?

A few too many mojitos, and...

He was nice.

You gave that punk

your room key.

Hey.

Sorry.

You okay? Thanks.

Hey.

If you want to hang
out, I'm in room 804.

He ever get a chance to use the key?

Yeah, we hung out a
little while after that.

What the hell is this?

What do you think you're
doing you little punk?

This is my room. This is my girl.

Just leave him alone.

We were just talking,
okay? Oh, he's okay.

You trying to make me
jealous? No, no, no,

He was harmless.

We didn't do anything.

I threw the punk out.

He ran like a little bitch.

You chase him down
with a gun and kill him?

Now, why would I do that?

Jealousy is a powerful motive.

That's great.

She cheats on me...

and I end up with a murder rap. Not yet.

But don't plan on going back
to New York any time soon.

We'll be talking again.

Take a look at this.

Wow.

Is this from the camera
in the elevator? Yeah.

This is the footage from
right before the murder.

Look at that.

From bedroom to coffin.

Poor kid never even saw
what was coming. I know.

Oh.

You see that? Yeah.

Killer never even entered the elevator.

Yeah, let me take it right back.

I'm gonna take it back

to the muzzle flash.

See it? Yeah, I see it.

Yeah, there's a reflective
spot right there.

You can't see the shooter's face,

but you can see his sleeve.

Yeah, he's got a green band

around the cuff of his sleeve.

That means it was a hotel jacket.

So our killer might be an employee.

So all the employee
lockers have been searched,

and also the dumpsters
and the trash cans.

Well, you gotta be somewhere
else to hide a bloody jacket.

Bingo.

Hey. Find something?

Yeah. Take a look at this.

Whoever did this decided

to get the evidence
clean on the hotel's dime.

NE Wait a minute.

Look at that. Hole punch.

The bellmen here use tret
to ID the luggage tags.

Yeah, well, if the jacket fits...

Luis Mendoza.

You're a bellman at the Alon, right?

Yeah.

I work the night shift.

Which ended just prior to the murder.

The what?

Young man was killed at the hotel.

The killer was wearing your jacket.

Whoa. How do you know that?

We found your hole punch in the pocket.

The hotel manager tells us

that you're each
assigned a distinct shape

so the hotel knows
who's punching what tag.

Yeah, for accountability.

So account for yourself, Luis.

Why would I kill someone?

Because you live in
Cobra Familia territory.

I'm not in a gang.

Maybe this was your ticket in.

One shot, random location,

random victim.

Sounds like a gang initiation.

Look.

I know Cobra's big around here,

which is why, when I'm
not working at the hotel,

I'm doing construction
work during the day.

Trying to save up enough money to move

and get away from all these gangs.

Then how do you explain
the blood on your jacket?

Someone must have taken it

from my locker.

Until I can confirm that, Luis,

you're our number one suspect.

We're releasing you for now.

The lieutenant said that
this was gang-related.

Yeah, what about the
guy I saw you drag in?

He sure as hell looked
like a gangbanger to me.

Well, he's just someone
we're questioning.

You really are versed

on the script, aren't you?

Is that him?

Roger! Wait! Stop!

Let's not do something you're
gonna regret, Mr. Partney.

Somebody's gotta pay for this.

And somebody will, if
you let me do my job.

That's not good enough.

I want him to suffer. Your being here

is going to inflame the situation.

We, uh, need to talk

to your other son.

He's in shock.

Mr. NErtney, your son
may have seen something

that could help us.

How you doing, Shane?

Shane, I wanted to ask you
about your brother, okay?

To your knowledge, Shane,

did he make any friends at the hotel?

Not really.

Okay.

Did you notice anything this morning?

Anything.

Anything at all. Look,
I wasn't even there, Dad.

I was in the parking garage.

The garage could be helpful.

Why?

Because the killer may have
escaped through the garage.

You had to have seen something.

There's car's down there all the time.

It's always busy.

Come on, Shane.

You could help your brother.

Mr. Partney-

allow him to think, please.

Um... there was a motorcycle.

It, it was... It was really loud.

What did the guy look like?

Dad, I don't know.

How could you not know?

I just heard it peel out
behind me, okay, Dad?!

I didn't know Brian just got shot!

Okay, great. So a motorcycle
that you didn't see. That's it?

Mr. Partney.

Thank you, Shane.
You've been very helpful.

You let your brother
down. You let me down.

You let me down.

You needed to see me?

Roger Partney.

The victim's father. What about him?

He's dangerous.

- What you want me to do?
- Follow him.

Hey, man.

We got anything?

Yeah, somebody burned rubber.

That makes sense.

Shane said he heard a
motorcycle speeding out of here.

How do we explain this, the circle?

Huh. Well...

the rider, he locks up his front brake,

goes full throttle...

releases the clutch...

He did over a 180-degree burner.

Is there any way

to tell what kind of
motorcycle this was?

Yeah.

Measure it.

Go from the front tire mark...

...to the outer part of
the circle... at 88 inches.

Yeah.

That's longer than the
standard motorcycle.

Well, now...

There's something wet in
the middle of this tread.

Why don't you swab that,

get it to the lab,

and I'm gonna find out about the bike.

Good timing.

I just figured out our motorcycle.

Take a look.

It's an Angel 56?

Yeah. I bet there are a lot of them

registered here in Miami.

Yeah, well, I think I
got a lead on the owner.

Yeah?

Yeah
- the substance on the tire tread.

It's vegetable oil.

Mmm. And how does that help us?

Well, stunt riders attach
canisters to their bikes

that rease the vegetable
oil onto the back tire.

Gives a little more smoke.

Okay. Good.

Let's find a custom shop

that uses vegetable oil on their bikes.

What's up?!

We understand you run
a custom motorcycle shop

out of this place.

Yeah, so?

So, you got an Angel 56 around here?

Used to.

That bike was seen leaving

a murder scene this morning.

Means it's state's evidence.

Take it. It's yours.

Well, by setting that
fire, you're interferring

with an ongoing murder investigation.

It's my property.

You can't arrest me for
trashing my own bike.

If it's your property-

did you drive it this morning?

Nah, not today.

Who did?

See? That's why I love my neighbors.

We share everything!

We all ride that bike.

You going to arrest us all?

Yeah, I am-

eventually
- so stick around.

If we think this was a gang hit,

remind me again why we're
going through the victim's bag.

I just want to make absolutely certain

that there's no other possible motive.

Okay, you sift through it.

I'll, uh... log the items.

Thanks.

You're welcome. Okay.

Clothing,

toiletry bag-
cologne, Q-Tips,

razor, floss,

toothpaste
- the ush.

Blue jeans.

Wait a minute.

What? You got something?

The bellboy at the
hotel- Luis Mendoza-

he had a hole punch.

And it was palm tree-shaped,
just like this one.

Yeah.

I think we may have
just solved our case.

At the very least,

he must have broken into Brian's bag.

You know, I'll call Delko

and have him head back to the hotel.

Wait, his shift is over,
and I remember he said

that he works after hours
at a construction site.

Luis!

Luis Mendoza!

Luis!

This still looks wet, Eric.

You think he killed again?

I don't know.

He may have.

Luis.

Luis. Call it in, Eric.

India 2100.

I need Fire-Rescue re a
victim with a head injury.

Also, roll out an additional
backup unit to my location.

Luis, who did this to you?

I don't know.

Pissed-off white dude.

He hit me from behind.

Did you get a look at his face?

Nada. All right.

We're going to get you in the hospital.

Eric, stay with him, please.

We have anything to go on?

No. But I think I know where to start.

So you eluded my
surveillance, Mr. Partney.

You mean that bald
guy you had tailing me?

Who are you to be following
me when that guy killed my son?

Did you do that, Mr. Partney?

NoNE

This punk took the most precious thing

in my life and destroyed it.

We don't know that yet.

I'm not going to sit here

and listen to you
defend my son's murderer.

Are we through?

Not until you can account
for yourself, Mr. Partney.

Officer...

take him.

You're arresting me?

I'm a victim!

Not anymore.

This 2x4 that was used on Luis Mendoza,

did you run it yet? Yeah.

I should have the results momentarily.

Horatio suspects

that the father might be involved.

Out for revenge.

Let's see what we find.

It's a familial match.

It's the dad?

No.

Brian was my best friend.

When we were kids, our grandpa
gave him a pocket watch.

And, uh...

I got so jealous that
I used to steal it.

He never got mad.

Instead, he saved up his allowance money

and got me one of my own.

We still carry them everywhere we go.

And that's why you took your

anger out on Luis.

He deserved it after
what he did to Brian.

Shane...

we don't know that the man you hurt

is the man who killed your brother.

What do you mean?

The evidence is inconclusive, Shane.

You going to tell my parents what I did?

We need you to understand
that it's past that point.

But that guy didn't die. Shane,

you could be charged
with attempted murder.

I don't understand.

If you're convicted, you could be

in the Florida penal
system until you're 25.

I mean, Shane, do you realize

how much trouble you're in?

Shane said his brother always carried

a pocket watch with him, right?

Wasn't in the evidence log.

That doesn't mean that
it wasn't with him.

Maybe that's why he looked down.

You were right.

The watch was in the elevator shaft.

The watch wasn't the only thing.

What have you got?

Our missing bullet.

You checking out?

Nope. Just taking a
little trip. Thank you.

You're not going anywhere, Mr. Garza.

Garza's my mother's maiden name.

Sure, it is.

And you're not from New
York either, are you?

Every man has his secrets, Lieutenant.

Speaking of which
- that's a. 38 caliber,

the same gun that killed
Brian Partney, Mr. Garza.

Yeah, that's my gun,

but you can't put it in
my hands for the murder.

Not yet.

Hook him up, please.

So Mitch Pena just
tested negative for GSR.

There goes our case,

unless you can put that. 38 in his hands.

Still got nothing. They
wiped this thing down.

Then I guess this guy goes back on the streets.

You know, ry one more thing.

It's a long shot, though,
ocbut it might work.

What do you have in mind?

Well, gang members don't carry holsters,

so they carry their
guns one of two ways,

either in their pocket or
like they do in the movies.

In the waistband. Exactly.

And if this was a gang initiation,

he would have been
a first-time shooter,

so he would have been nervous.

Combine that with the Miami humidity...

and guess what.

A little sweat goes a long way.

I'm impressed.

Look at that.

Vasco Torres was packing
this particular heat.

That's the guy who set fire

to his motorcycle.

Now it looks like he
killed Brian Partney.

Yeah, well, that would fit
our gang-initiation theory.

If he's a new gang member,
he's gonna be a flight risk,

and if we put out a BOLO, the Cobras

are gonna try to get
him out of the country.

If we don't pick him up now,
we're gonna lose him forever.

Airship to ground unit,

two radio cars to rear entrance.

Secure containment.

Vasco Torres, you're under arrest.

Pretty bold coming
into my house uninvited.

Don't be stupid.

I'm Cobra Familia.

Who's the one being stupid, huh?

It's not going down like that.

You want to drop the gun

and I'm gonna take you in.

I don't think so.

Bye.

Come with me and nobody else gets hurt.

If i don't?

You'll end up like your friend.

Your choice.

We've got your DNA on the murder weapon,

but the gun was found in your car.

Whoever talks first, gentlemen,
gets the better deal. Go.

The truth is ver shot
that kid in cold blood.

He held that gun to my head,

said if I wanted in the Cobras,

that white kid had to eat a bullet.

Kill him inside the hotel?

That's not the way Cobras roll.

You want to be a Cobra?

You'll do it...

or I'll drop you.

Look...

a gang prospect makes his
bones with a random kill.

This time I had a personal investment.

Yeah, rich chick hooks
you up with in a nice hotel

then cheats on you.

She was drunk.

I blame him.

I sent the kid a text message

on Amy's phone.

I told him to come by and say good-bye.

I wanted to watch him die.

Should have been perfect.

My part was perfect.

Got in using a hotel jacket,
killed him with one shot.

Did it like a pro.

Like a Cobra.

Screwed it all up over a girl.

Don't you forget who
you're talking to, huh?

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

That kid whose brother got killed,

he's the one who hit me?

He's the one, Luis.

I understand you're planning
to testify for the state.

Hey, man, he attacked me.

I'm the innocent one here.

If you do that, Luis,

this kid is gonna go
to jail for a long time.

He should.

I lost my construction
job because of all this.

There are other jobs, Luis.

Not for me, man. You've
seen where I live.

What if I, Luis, were to get
you another place to live?

You gonna help me?

I would do that for you.

You help me, I'll help you.

Thank you, Luis.

Mrs. Partney,

I have Brian's pocket watch.

Unfortunately, it got
broken this morning.

During the murder?

I'm afraid so.

Means this is the exact
time my son was killed.

Is that him?

Is that the man who killed my son?

It is. We got him.

Well, I... I need to ask him why.

I'm the mother, and I deserve to know.

No, I understand that,

but I can't let you do that. I'm sorry.

Is there something you want to tell me?

You killed my son.