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( rock music playing )

Lieutenant Caine.

Sergeant Dennis Barron,
Tropicala P.D.

Sergeant.
This is off the beaten path.

Orchard's about 12 feet

inside our jurisdiction.

We don't get much crime
out here.

You first on?

Yep. 9-1-1 hang-up.

Got here, Good Samaritan
was already in the wind.

My antennae went up, not your
typical T.C.,

so I thought I'd call in
the big guns.

Good Samaritan...

You have an ID
on the victim yet?

Uh, Jerry Dorfman. 39.

Miami address.

Okay.

Alexx...

what do we have here?

Won't know COD till I get him
back for post,

but a cursory take?

He died of
internal injuries.

Blood in his ears,
nose, mouth.

Mouth.

What do you make of that smudge

right there
on the chin?

A smudge, like you said.

Okay, could be a pattern,
ridge detail.

Eric, Amido black
please.

And, Eric, the wind
is picking up.

I'm on my way.

Alexx, think we can
lay him out flat?

As a board.

( garbled radio transmission)

What is that?
What's he doing?

Hang on.

It's a solution that reacts
with the blood.

It turns it dark blue,
almost black.

It's the kind of resources we
need down here in Tropicala.

Yeah...

got ridge detail.

That is possibly a palm print,
Alexx.

That's petechiae.

WOODS:
His eyes are dotted with red.

Definite petechiae.

This man was asphyxiated.

The guy who called it in...

Yep. Our Good Samaritan...
just became a murderer.

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Weather's not
doing us any favors.

Any tire tracks
or shoe prints

we might have had,
are gone.

Erasing any evidence
our killer left.

I think this guy must have
lived in his car.

Rear seat's been removed.

Yeah, I got a cell phone.

I'll have Tyler run

a reverse
directory on it.

Okay, I'm going to give you
two guesses what this is.

And it's not
Mountain Dew.

I can smell it from here.

I'm going to let you

take it back to the lab.
That's very nice of you,

you know that?

The windows are spotless.

Okay, so he lives in his car;

he doesn't even leave
to go to the bathroom,

and his windows
are sparkling clean.

Maybe he's some kind
of PI on a stakeout.

What kind of PI doesn't have
a pen and paper?

WOODS:
Well, Jerry Dorfman
was no health nut.

Got his stomach contents--
coconut, chocolate

and almonds.

Candy bars.

Also found some
black fibers in
his nostrils.

It's probably from whatever

the assailant used
to smother him.

He also has an
elongated abrasion

on his arm.

From the broken glass.

Well, that's what
I thought at first,

but the wound was ragged

not smooth.

And I found a splinter
of wood in it.

Okay, wood.

Well, he did crash in an
orchard, didn't he, Alexx?

Look at this.

Inflammation.

Early stages.

Probably from something
on the wood.

It's definitely
perimoridium.

My guess is about 20
minutes before the crash.

Okay, any other
injuries?

Just trauma from
the steering wheel.

Alexx, could he have survived
the original impact?

Good paramedics
and a helicopter...

maybe.

Horatio, it doesn't make
sense, does it?

Someone smothers him,
then calls 911?

It almost sounds like
we have two parties

with conflicting agendas,
doesn't it?

Mm.
Thank you.

DELKO:
I'm working on the palm print.

It's from the left hand.

It appears to be from

the hypothenar portion.
Right below the pinkie.

This statewide?

I figured I'd start

with Dade first

and then branch out.

Ralph Durst.

Trespassing,
parking violations, T.R.O.s.

Okay, Eric,
you go find Ralph

and pick him up, all right?

Come on, man, let me
in the lobby.

It's a public place.
The party's in the back.

Room key.

You know I'm not staying here.
I just want to take his picture.

I do more for
his career

than those folks who
see his movies. Come on.

Room key.
Hey, lighten up.

Hey, Brad!

Brad!

( clamoring )

Slow down.

Hey...

name Ralph Durst?

Yeah. What...?
I'm working, man.

Not anymore.
Hey, man,
what are you...?

You're taking
a ride with us.

Miami PD.
What are you talking about?

Get your hands off
my camera.

If this is about Cameron,

I've kept it 100 yards,
just like on the T.R.O.,

which, if you ask me, is BS.

I just want a picture.

30 seconds

of their time.

They're in public,
they're public domain.

What about this picture, hmm?

Does he look familiar?

Jerry Dorfman.

Stalkerazzi.

Just like you-- stalkerazzi.

No, I'm
a photojournalist.

I work red carpets.

Legitimate events.

Jerry's a bottom feeder.

Sticks cameras under
bathroom stalls--

that kind of thing.

Let me ask you something, Ralph,
did you suffocate Jerry?

No, I didn't.

We found your handprint
across his face

in his blood.

Okay... okay.

( clearing throat )

I was driving celebrity row.

Prowling.

Jerry races by me.

He's being followed by
by a Black Escalade.

( tires squealing )

You see who
was in it?

No.

But, you know,
rich neighborhood,

limo tint on all the windows--
had to be a celebrity.

So you followed them.
Yeah.

Naturally.
A celebrity
punching a photographer

is big bucks.

Especially
if it's an A-lister.

But I got stuck behind a truck
I couldn't get around.

( tires squealing )

But you managed
to catch up, right?

Yeah, by the time

I got there, though,
he'd crashed.

What about this black Escalade?
What happened?

Beats me.

I mean, nobody was there
when I got there.

So I did what I do
at every car wreck.

Took his picture? Why?

He's not a celebrity.

There's a big market
for death photos.

Mostly in Mexico.

The gorier the better.

You're sure you didn't
suffocate him first?

No.

Then why was your hand
on his mouth?

I was moving his head--
to get a better shot.

I dialed 911
before I left.

I thought maybe
those guys

could jump start him,
you know,

bring him back.

I'm going to need
your cameras and film.

You kidding? That's how
I make a living.

You should have thought
of that before.

When do I get them back?

You get them back
when I say so.

Anything
from Ralph's camera?

His own prints.

Collection of salt air.

He was definitely working
the Collins Avenue area.

You get his death photos?

Yeah, the lab
just developed.

He makes them look

almost beautiful.

The photo tech said

it was from composition
and aperture stop,

for what it's worth.

Old Ralph may just be an artist.

Makes you wonder what he was
doing being a stalkerazzi.

Well, I can't remember the last
time I bought a painting,

but I never forget
to pick up my tabs.

I can't believe you actually buy
those things.

Well, that's because
the Y-chromosome

does not have the gossip gene.

I don't know.
They're fun.

All right, so we got

our crime photos...
and Ralph's.

Before
and after shots.

So, I guess Ralph
was telling the truth.

These pictures proved
he moved Jerry's head.

Back to the drawing board.

Well, maybe not.

Now, these are our crime photos,
and these are Ralph's shots.

Look at that.

The glass
has been moved

to the back
of the seat cushion.

Yeah.

And the fast food bag's
been moved.

Well, paramedics,
cops, us...

I mean,
anyone could have moved it.

Yeah, but it's
not just moved.

It's stuck between the cushion.

Well, then we should go
and see what's under it.

Ice packs,
to keep the film cold.

Yeah, between the heat
and humidity

around here,
good film will melt

in a couple hours.

So, there's a paparazzi
with no film and no camera.

It's that Good
Samaritan discount.

Tell you what,
somebody didn't like

those pictures that were
in Jerry's camera.

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Hey, you wanted to see us?

Yeah.

Take a look at this.

This was recovered
from Jerry Dorfman.

Looks like plant material.

Yeah, and not
indigenous to Miami.

Looks like fibers from a
South American kapok tree.

It's the warmest
jacket lining

that you can buy

that's not down.

Allergies.

On the screen,

we have
potassium acephate.

Yeah, insecticide
otherwise known as Orthene.

Weren't they spraying
Tropicala with Orthene?

I thought I read
something in the paper

about a weevil
infestation.

That's right.

Residents said
they didn't get enough warning.

They left their Bentleys out,

and the acephate ate
their paint jobs.

Very impressive,
Speed.

Two words: "road trip."

Well, got a kapok tree.

Check this out.

Candy bar wrapper.

"Chocolate, almonds, coconuts."

Ring a bell?

Just like
Jerry's stomach contents.

Give me, huh,

give me a boost.

You see anything?

Yep.

Got a big yard...

nice pool.

Beautiful house.

Well, his stomach contents
put him here

sometime before that crash.

Yeah, so, the question is,
who lives here?

Heard your radio
transmission.

What are you
boys doing here?

We are finding out
what could be

the last place Jerry Dorfman
worked before he got killed.

You're trespassing
on private property.

If you want to continue,
you need a warrant.

And then we go
in the front door.

This is a murder investigation.

We go through windows
if we have to.

Look, boys, rich folks
live here for one reason--

Tropicala PD's dedication
to their privacy.

They like their anonymity.

Yeah, that's
why they drive around

in half-million-dollar
convertibles?

I mean, Tropicala's
the new Beverly Hills, man.

Who lives here?

Can't tell you that.

Okay, I'll ask the pool man.

I can always arrest you.

Okay, we're gone.

We're leaving.

That's a good idea.

DELKO ( sighing ):
Okay.

What was that address again?

When are you going to learn
how to type?

That's Garden Street.

I can type, okay?

I just, uh...
forget things sometimes.

Oh, I don't believe it.

What?

This is Brad Tustin's house.

You mean Death Grip 2000
Brad Tustin?

Body Count and Double Tap,
even though those movies
sucked.

Yeah, but you saw
every one of them, didn't you?

Well, right now
he's the prime suspect,

and I'm sure H. is going to want
us to bring him in, so...

Hi, I'm Jenny Moylan,
Brad's publicist.

We spoke on the phone.

Yes, I recall.

I'll just go
around the room.

This is Peter Goldfarb.

He's Brad's
entertainment lawyer.

Leonard Samuelson,
he's his manager.

Kala, electronic P.R.,

and Melissa,
Brad's personal assistant.

Someone, Jenny, is missing.

Yes, well, Brad doesn't
speak with anyone.

If he wants to stay out
of jail, he'd better learn.

Now, I thought this was
concerning my phone records.

It's actually about murder.

Well, Brad's not involved
in any murder. Who's dead?

Ah, Jerry Dorfman,
celebrity photographer.

Was he a friend?

He's more like
an unfortunate business expense.

How compassionate of you.

You know, I don't think
I should say anything else

without calling
Brad's criminal attorney.

I get a warrant, this will
become public record.

You know that.

So, that's up to you.

It's me... I think you ought
to make an appearance.

You guys want to give us
a moment, please?

When was
the last time

you were at Brad's house?

I have devoted my entire career
to Brad Tustin.

I would do anything
to protect him.

Including kill someone?

Jenny, you okay?

I'm fine.

Lieutenant Caine, Brad Tustin.

Yes.

Well, that was fast.

I was outside in the car.

Of course, I'm fully prepared

to cooperate
with your investigation.

I find that so comforting.

Did you know, um,

Jerry Dorfman, Brad?

Well, usually he's shoving
a camera in my face.

You look pretty angry
in that photograph.

He shoved
a camera

up my girlfriend's dress,
freaked the hell out of her.

Called it his "thong shot."

Fair enough.

Where were you yesterday?

On set, with about
a hundred witnesses.

I got nothing to hide.

Hey.

Horatio is with Brad
and his publicist.

Hollywood scandal, huh?

I'm glad this case
hasn't stopped you

from reading
the tabloids.

This is for research.

Although I would like to say,

"Hollywood's Plastic
Surgery Secrets--"

I knew these were fake.

Amazing they pay somebody

to sit in front of
a plastic surgeon's office

and snap off
after photos.

Hey, wait a minute.

This is Brad Tustin.

Oh, that's sweet.

Looks like
he really cares for her.

Wait a second.

Look at that.

The picture

in the magazine
is the exact same angle

as Delko's pictures
from the tree.

Are these the pictures
from Jerry's missing film?

Yeah.

They must be.

Now, why would somebody
steal pictures

of action hero Brad and a girl?

Maybe the girl was married?

I think it's something else.

Look at the legs.
They're long...

muscled...

So, she's a swimmer.

Not for the girls' team,
she isn't.

Hey, I think we may
have just found a motive.

Hollywood Scandal
magazine has naked
pictures of Brad Tustin

with a naked man.

With a naked man?
That is gonna do wonders

for an action star's image,
isn't it?

Hmm...

And here is Jerry's
missing picture, right?

Stolen from
his car.

So, how'd the magazine get it,
because Jerry's dead

and Brad Tustin,
I'm certain,

didn't want those pictures
in the tabloid.

And we know one picture
is worth a thousand words.

DUQUESNE:
We're going to need
the rest of the pictures.

You'll have to wait
for our next issue,

just like our readers.

We have a warrant, Mr. Kaye,
for all the original negatives.

What for?

I can't discuss that with you,

but your cooperation
would be much appreciated.

No problem.

How about I give you
the photos,

and you give us first crack
at the story?

I can't do that.

It's part of an ongoing
murder investigation.

Murder sells magazines,
officer.

Celebrity murder sells
millions of magazines.

O.J., Robert Blake.

You can dine out
on those guys for months.

We're going to
need to know

who sold you those photos.

That I can't tell you.

It was an anonymous tip.

The guy was a total amateur.

How do you know that?

'Cause he sold the photos
for ten grand.

He could have got
20 times that

on the open market.

Maybe he was afraid
of getting caught.

Did you ever meet with him?

No, no. I talked to him
on the phone.

We paid cash.

He dropped the film off
in our mailbox.

Do you remember
anything

from your phone
conversation
with him?

I don't need to remember.

Got it all on tape.

Do you record
all of your phone conversations?

We shelled out over $20 million
in settlements last year.

Legal's got us
covering our asses.

All right, good.

We're going to need that tape.

First Amendment says no way.

Well, the Fourth Amendment says
I can get a telephonic warrant

in the next hour.

So do you want to dial?

( cracks knuckles )

MAN:
I have some confiscated property
in my possession;

photos of a male superstar
in a compromising position.

I'd be willing
to discuss a transaction.

I've listened
to this tape

three times

and the caller never gives
a name or a contact number.

Anything from the voice?

Nothing distinguishing.

I mean, the accent
could be mid-Atlantic,

but speech is very formal.

You know what?

Play it again.

I have some confiscated property
in my possession;

photos of a male superstar
in a compromising position.

I'd be willing
to discuss a transaction.

"Confiscated property,
possession, transaction--"

It sounds like someone
with a legal background.

I know who this is.

Lieutenant Caine.

I don't recall
seeing you

in my appointment book.

That's because

I didn't have
an appointment,
Sergeant.

I see that you're...
a Brad Tustin fan.

Dealing with celebrities
is part of the job.

The difference between
being a patrol cop

and a glorified trash collector.

Is part of your job

tampering with a crime scene?

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

You stole a roll

of film
from Jerry Dorfman's car,

and you sold it to a tabloid.

That's what I'm talking about.

I'd like to see you
prove that.

Be careful what you wish for.

I have some confiscated property
in my possession;

photos of a male superstar
in a compromising position.

I'd be willing
to discuss a transaction.

Hmm.

All right, so I sold
a roll of film.

What's the big deal?

Tampering with

a crime scene, Sergeant,
is punishable by jail time.

Don't quote the book to me,
Lieutenant.

I secured the scene
and called for backup.

Everything I did
was by the book.

By the book.

What else did you take?

What else did you take,
Sergeant?

I took a hat, but that's it.

I need the hat.

It's just a hat.

And that's why
you are just a patrol cop.

( music playing )

Carrie, please tell me
we got DNA from that hat.

I'll do you one better.

That hat was your murder weapon.

Okay. Saliva?

Yep.

Good. Okay.

So that's how
Jerry was smothered.

That hat was worn a lot.

Perspiration on the band.

The victim was smothered
with his own hat.

No.

Different donor on the band.

Amelogenin says it's male.

There's nothing yet on CODIS.

All right. Well, let me know
if you get a hit, okay?

This may be the only way
we can crack this case.

Sure.

Those the photos the tabloids
handed over to us?

Yeah.

It's kind of hard to believe

someone would kill
over a photograph.

Are you kidding?
Come on.

These pictures
are about to kill
Brad Tustin's career.

Really?

He's one of the most popular
movies stars on the planet.

Besides, I thought it was kind
of cool to be gay these days.

It's cool to be
whoever you are,

but gay action hero,
that's kind of tough.

And you really think
the audience cares?

If he's redecorating
your apartment,

maybe not so much.

But saving the world...

Who does that look
like to you?

What?

There, through the window.

A reflection.

I know.
I thought so,
too, at first,

but take a look
at the picture taken
right after.

I don't know.
It could have been a ghost

from the processing
of the film.

But then look at this one
of Brad and his friend.

You say these pictures
were done with an autowinder?

Yeah, four frames
per second.

Okay.

What are you doing?

I'm making a kinescope.

A what?

It's a little experiment,
okay?

You'll just have
to wait and see.

Oh, it's a flip book.

Uh-huh.

Check out the heads.

They're definitely
looking at something.

See the birds?

Something startled them.

A noise or something.

The ghost image
is probably

a gunshot.

Blow Up.

Wider? Not zoom in?

It's a movie
from the '60s.

Never heard of it.

Calleigh,

can we zoom in on this?

( computer trilling )

Oh, my goodness.

Okay. I want to see
the rest of the pictures,

same magnification, please.

That was the last

exposed frame.

That's the last
of Jerry's pictures

and we still can't see
the shooter's face.

While he thought
he was taking pictures

of Brad Tustin
and his friend...

( shutter clicking )

...he caught the murder
by accident.

I'm going to get Tyler
in here to clean this up.

You do that.

I'm going to pay
Brad's next-door
neighbor a visit.

I think our victim
may have witnessed a murder.

Look at 'em.

They'll never leave
Brad Tustin alone.

They smell blood.

Well, so do I.

So who is Brad's
next-door neighbor?

Danny Cato.

Danny Cato?

The actor?

Danny Cato,
the movie star.

A shooting in my house.

Yeah, I think I'd know
something about that.

SALAS:
Do you own a gun,
Mr. Cato?

No. Guns scare me.

You certainly know
how to handle one.

I've seen your movies.

Thank you.

A lot of people
have seen my movies,

but movies aren't real,
are they?

Where'd you get
that cut on your hand?

A sword fight yesterday
and a clumsy stuntman.

Looks like it hurt.

Well, you know
what they say--

"Pain is temporary,
but film is forever." Right?

You know,
while we're
on the subject,

let's take a look

at my film.

Oh, yeah, we were...

working in here
the other day.

Hey!

( chuckles )

It's a prop.

Yeah.
It's a prop.

This one isn't.

We were rehearsing a scene.

I mean...

It's clear.

For a movie?

Yeah.

Yeah, production sent over
a stuntwoman.

They do it all the time.

Which movie?

It's a sequel. Miami Shield II.

MS II.

Yeah.

We're going to shoot
right here in town.

You want a hat?

I've got about 20...

I would rather

have a sample
of your DNA.

I got nothing to hide.

Everyone has something to hide.

We need to find
this stuntwoman.

Does that include
Underwater Rescue?

Birds in the air.
The works.

We need to find her.

( gunshot )
( camera shutter clicks )

( echoing gunshot)

( gunshot )
( camera shutter clicks )

( gunshot )
( shutter clicks )

( gunshot )
( shutter clicks )

Hey.

What's, uh... what's
the deal with the camera?

It's just a little experiment.

You're gonna have
to wait and see.

There's no starburst.

What's the...
translation for that?

Okay, the photo
on the left

is from the prop gun
that Danny Cato gave Horatio.

The photo on the right is
from a real nine-millimeter

that belongs to us.

DELKO:
Okay, the muzzle flashes
are different.

Exactly. The muzzle flash
is basically just a combination

of hot dust and carbon monoxide
followed by a projectile.

Now, prop pistols
don't use a projectile.

Right, but they're
still dangerous. I mean...

Yes, potentially.

What prop pistols
use is

a blank firing device,
and it creates a slide,

and that causes
a star-shaped burst.

The muzzle flash,

no starburst pattern,

so it was a real gun.

And he also lied about

owning a gun.

He registered a firearm?

Nine mil.

Danny?
Danny Cato,
we have a warrant

to search the premises.

Who are you?

Gabe Rotter.

What are you doing
at Danny Cato's house?

I live here.

You care to explain
that, Gabe?

I'm Danny's
personal assistant.

SALAS:
Very personal.

You live at his house.

Well, I'm also his stand-in.

I mean, I'm really an actor,
but I-I double for Danny on set.

Gabe...
Look,

you want to talk to Danny,
not me.

I mean,
I can give him a message.
Tell Danny

that you're going to be busy
for quite a while, all right?

You're coming with us.

Hey, I-I told you,
I'm just his stand-in.

In more ways than one,
I'm guessing.

Ready?

SPEEDLE:
We found your DNA
on the hat

that you suffocated
Jerry Dorfman with.

So we know you did it.

I just want to know why?

I'm 32 years old,

and my career
hasn't even started yet.

Danny was gonna give me
my first break.

What was he gonna do,
offer you a part
in his next movie?

Yeah. How'd you know that?

The oldest routine
out there.

I mean, the guy just wanted you
to do his dirty work for him.

No, D-Danny said to go get
the camera from the guy.

I didn't know he would crash.

( loud crashing )

( groans )

Danny.

( groans )

He was gonna tell on Danny.

( muffled gasping )

Just like that?

I protect Danny.

It's second nature.

Well, that was dumb move.

'Cause now,
what could've been

a tragic accident
is now a homicide.

Can I call someone to get bail?

We're not done yet.

Now, is that you or is that him?

It's not me.

It's Danny.

Looks like you.

That's the point.

I'm his stand-in.

All right,
who's the girl?

'Cause we checked
with production,

and they didn't
send any stuntwoman
over to Danny's.

I don't know who she is.

Danny goes through
a lot of girls.

I mean, I live there--
I can't keep track.

How about a little time
sitting in a jail cell?

Might jog your memory.

Excuse me.

Well, Chloe Jackson,

female, white, 26--
fits the description.

Looks like the girl

in the picture.
Yeah, it does.

Where'd you guys find her?

Canal. Two miles downstream
from Danny Cato's house.

We gonna pick him up?

Well, Horatio thinks we've got
only one more bite at the apple.

He wants to wait
until he gets somewhere

with that
tabloid picture.

All right. Thanks.

You got it.

DUQUESNE:
We still can't positively
I.D. the shooter.

Sorry, this is as good
as it gets with analog.

What about digital?

Anti-aliasing software?

That was my next plan of attack.

Change the image from analog
to digital-- gives us

256 shades on a gray scale.

The human eye can only see

30 to 50.

This program tricks the eye.

( chuckles ):
It looks worse.

Yeah, up close it does,

but when you zoom out...

DUQUESNE:
That looks like Danny Cato.

What do you think?
CAINE:
Yeah.

Okay, it's still grainy,
but here's what we want to do.

Zoom in on that hand.

JENSON:
His hand?

Mm-hmm.

All right.

( keyboard clacking )

DUQUESNE:
There's something
on the back of it.

CAINE:
Yes, there is.

Could I have a copy
of this, please?

Yeah.

You pulled me out
of a camera test for this.

Better be good.

This...

is a photograph of you

shooting Chloe Jackson.

Really?
Mm-hmm.

CATO:
No.

That's my stand-in, Gabe.

You see, in my business,

stand-ins are visually
interchangeable.

I guess the difference,
though, with Gabe and you

is that Gabe doesn't have a cut
on the back of his hand,

does he?

Neither do I.
No?

Mm-mm.

You told me that recently

you sustained a cut
on your hand

during swordplay
with a stuntman.

Wasn't that it?
Superficial wound.

Really?
Yeah.

You see any cut
on my hands? Huh?

May I?

May you?

Relax.

Gee, what do you call that?

Sit down.

CATO:
No!

What?! I'm not gonna pay you!

You're lucky I let you stay!

( camera shutter clicking,
birds squawking )

( no audio )

( grunts )

Brad Tustin heard it,

Jerry Dorfman photographed it,

and now you

are gonna go away for it.

Lieutenant.

Yeah?
There's still

one big hurdle ahead of you.

What would that be?
The jury.

I'm a star, Kemosabe.

I can convince 12 people
of anything.

You haven't convinced me,
my friend,

and that is not a good start.

REPORTERS:
There! Danny! Danny!

( reporters shouting questions)

( shutter clicks )

( reporters shouting )

( shutter clicking )

OFFICERS:
Get back! Get back!

( reporters shouting questions)

Stay back! Stay back!

Excuse me, Lieutenant,

uh, you cracked
the Danny Cato case?

Actually...

it was my team.

MAN:
Can I get a couple of pictures

of you for the Herald?

A few head shots,
maybe a wide?

And could you show your badge--
people love that.

No.

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