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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.

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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.

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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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