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there's a more simple explanation. I was wrong too with regards to the wall. It does not run along the street side of the property. In fact what we're seing behind Tubbs is two sections of a wall that encloses a patio behind the kitchen (There is a chair visible on the patio). Because the corner of the wall is hidden behind the corner of the house it gives the impression of a long wall however if you look closely, the wall section that is visible in the window facing west (behind the kitchen trolley) is much darker because it's in the shade. The driveway runs along the west side of the house and seems to lead to a garage. There is only a very short, stand-alone wall section along the street, covering a walking access to the street Street access:

Ricardo Tubbs waited until they were downstairs to reach out and touch Mindy. “I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t want to be those two chumps right about now.” “No. Especially if Jenny catches up with them.” “You really think she’d…” “In a heartbeat, Rico. She’s very protective of people she loves, and there’s some kind of bond between her and Caitlin. Or Caitlin’s memory.” Mindy shrugged. “My gran might have have been able to explain it. One of those old Irish things is what she said. But Jenny sees this as those two stealing from Caitlin, and I think feeding them to the sharks was only one of the options she considered.” “Just when I think I got a handle on her…” “You can’t get a handle on Jenny, baby.” “Yeah.” He nodded and kissed the top of her head. “You’re right, as usual.” Then he checked his watch. “Crap. I gotta get back down to the office. Stan should be here soon and we got that new system to go over.” Stan was already waiting in one of the overstuffed chairs in Rico’s office. “Gina said you were tied up in that meeting,” he said with a smile. “So I just took a seat. Damned things are comfortable. I need to get one in the back of the roach coach.” “You finally get used to not having the roach on the roof?” “Naw, but some things you just can’t get back. Lester’s got some stuff worked out that’s almost as good as having the camera antennas, though.” Rico motioned toward his open office door. “So show me what you got.” Once they were inside, Stan closed the door and flopped down in one of the chairs across from Rico’s desk. “Lester and I came up with a new way to check for taps on the poles and other distant locations. I think it’ll help keep this place secure, especially if reporters start sniffing around again.” “Yeah.” Rico spun his chair and looked out the wide window Stan had fitted with a trembler to block any laser surveillance. “I don’t get why they’re so bent on tearing a place like this down.” “Same reason they keep writing about the King and Priscilla. Dirt sells papers, Rico. Even if they have to make it up. That and Sonny doesn’t cater to ‘em. No open houses or exclusive inside views for the ten o’clock news here.” Stan’s face changed. “Never mind that some of these girls would die if they got that kind of press. Literally.” “Yeah. But they don’t know that side of it. Not like we do. Or especially Gina.” Rico turned away from the window. “So you got these new toys. How much they gonna dent my security budget?” They talked for about an hour, more for show than anything else. Rico knew Stan would sell them the devices more or less at cost, and Stan knew Rico would pay twice his normal fee for installation and maintenance or tack a bonus onto the contract. Still, Rico also knew Stan appreciated being able to brag about his goods, and what the big guy accomplished was impressive. “So we’ll have ‘em in place by the end of next week.” Stan got to his feet. “I’d love to hang, but I gotta meet Larry at another job. Some rich puke who thinks the IRS is listening to his phones.” “Are they?” “Naw. FBI. But he’s a scumbag so we don’t say anything. Just sweep and grin.” Stan chuckled. “We’re actually going there today to pull our equipment. Soon as we found Federal wires we shut it down.” “Yeah. Let Duddy deal with that heat.” “He skipped town not long after we started. Last I heard he was peddling his wares around Atlanta. Take care, Rico.” “You, too. Say hey to Lester for me.” With Stan gone the office was quiet enough for Rico to hear the air whistling through the HVAC ductwork. He couldn’t explain it, but he always felt a touch of sadness when the former Task Force member left. It was like that Lester, too. He never mentioned it to Mindy, not even to Sonny. But that sadness, and a sense of loss, was there every time. “Stan looked happy.” “Yeah, pretty lady. He’s got a new toy and I’m payin’ good money to let him and Lester have their fun.” He grinned. “But it sounds like it’ll help keep some of the more scummy press chumps out of our business, so it’s worth every penny.” “I’ve got the applications vetted if you want to run through them again.” “Yeah. Then I suppose we’d better start scheduling interviews. I don’t want to be light when they start construction.” “And we’re needing to hire two? The pool’s a bit thin for that.” “Yeah, but there weren’t any red flags aside from the chump with the felony?” “No. Of course I only ran the ones with law enforcement backgrounds. That’s one reason the pool’s so light.” “Yeah, but we gotta go with what’s worked so far.” He took the files. “I’ll read through ‘em again and sort into two pools. One to interview and the other as backup in case the first pool doesn’t result in any hires.” He looked at his wife and smiled. “And then I hear Downbeat has a new combo opening tonight. We can grab some dinner and a show there.” Mindy smiled, the light in her eyes burning right through to his heart. “I’d like that a lot, baby.” Out in the darkness the waves slapped against the sand before sliding back into the ocean. Sitting on his deck, Martin Castillo let the sounds envelope him. The water. Piano notes from inside as Trudy worked on a new composition. Insects calling back and forth in the trees around the house. And another set of sounds only he could hear. For most of his life he’d been in Government service. First the CIA, then a short stop with DEA, and finally Metro-Dade. Decades spent in the shadows doing what some people called the hard things. Castillo never used that term. He preferred necessary things, even though some of what he’d done couldn’t be considered necessary. At least in the comfort of hindsight. Castillo was a man surrounded by ghosts. The hill tribes in Vietnam and Laos had seen that in him, and he found it drew them to him. Old Hmong shamen who wouldn’t say a word to another American would talk to him in broken French and Vietnamese for hours, and he’d found the same when he worked with Montagnards in the south. Even grizzled old Nung warriors like Ti Ti bonded with him in ways they didn’t with most other Americans. It was in those mountains he’d made his peace with the ghosts, including the new ones who came to visit from time to time. Now that he was out of law enforcement they seemed to come closer, more comfortable now than they had been before. Or maybe he was more comfortable with them. Taking a sip of green tea he closed his eyes and listened to the waves, hearing Jess’s voice again in the distance. And Jack’s. He’d never thought before about the significance of Jack reentering his life by the ocean until now. Somehow everything seemed to come back to the waves Jess had valued so highly. The music stopped, and he knew Trudy would soon join him. A smile slipped on his face as he pictured her in his mind. His pearl in the oyster that had been OCB. He also knew she was annoyed her playing wasn’t quite as fluid as it had been before she’d been shot. But physical therapy was helping, and the doctors said in another month or two she’d be back to her pre-injury baseline. She sat down next to him and smiled. “Did I tell you Gina called earlier?” “No, my love.” He used the Vietnamese phrase, rich with far more meaning than its English translation. “Did she have good news?” “I…” She paused. “She asked if I wanted to come on board as an art therapy instructor. Just a couple of days a week. It’s one of the programs they’re thinking of expanding as they build the addition, and…” “You told her you needed time.” He smiled and set down his empty tea glass. “Why didn’t you just say yes?” “I don’t know.” Trudy took a sip of her own tea. “It would be fun working with the girls, and seeing Gina and the rest more often is a bonus, but…” “Memories. I understand. It’s hard to walk away from a thing that meant a great deal and then be reminded of it when you see certain people. Hear certain sounds.” He looked out toward the invisible water. “I understand, my love. But didn’t you say art helped you when you were the age of many of those girls?” “It did. And so did my granny. But you’d better not be saying…” “No. You’re not old enough to be their granny.” He smiled. “But maybe you can pass some of that love of art on to them. Or at least give them a way to express what happened to them without having to talk about it. If they can paint their ghosts, maybe they can start to understand them.” “I’m no teacher.” “No. And maybe that makes you a better teacher. You know what these girls went through on the streets. Very few teachers would understand that. You can relate to them, talk to them in their language.” He thought back to the mountains. “There’s a value there that can’t be explained. Gina knows that. It’s what made her so effective in victim services.” “And I gotta admit it would be nice to be part of something again.” She paused. “I didn’t mean…” “I understand what you meant. We spent most of our lives being part of something bigger than ourselves. When that’s gone…” He stopped for a moment. “It leaves a hole. I think we all feel it in some way or another. If teaching at Caitlin’s House helps you fill that hole, you should do it.” “What about you?” He smiled. “I’m still tired. And enjoying the peace that comes from not being part of something like that. But I might ride in with you to see Crockett and Tubbs. Just to see how they’re doing.” “I’ll call her tomorrow and let her know.” She got to her feet, and Castillo admired her trim figure in the yellow moonlight. “And my shoulder’s stopped aching. I think I’ll go see if I can find a bridge to the next section of that piece. It’s driving me crazy.” He sat immobile until the piano started again. Then he got to his feet and stepped off the deck like a ghost, vanishing into the shadows around the house as if he’d never been sitting there. Out away from the lights things always became more clear for Castillo. Where he could close his eyes and feel like he was back in the mountains of Laos. Or Cuba. Or even Montana where they’d had their honeymoon. And where he could let the ghosts gather round and say their hellos. There were so many. Ti Ti, Gus, and Jess from his old team in Laos. Jack of course. Father Ernesto Lupe, his old civil rights friend killed by his own brother-in-law. Derek, a member of SOG blown to pieces on one of his missions in Laos. A kid he’d called Pancho, his first DEA informant in 1975 who’d been blown by another agent and killed by the runners he was informing on. All people he’d been responsible for in some way and managed to fail. It was a weight he couldn’t really shake, but at least now nothing was adding to it. He’d known it was time to get out when they broke the back of Unit 8. Even Sonny Crockett had recognized the change, but unlike Castillo he didn’t realize how far they’d pushed their luck. Or what the cost would be when the bill came due. And it always came due. He’d learned that for the first time in a smoking hole in the Laotian jungle, and had it reinforced time and again over the years. No matter how good you were, the bill always came due. He could still hear the music, faint notes carrying over the insects and surf sounds hanging in the thick, humid air. He knew he should head back, be on the deck when she finished playing. But he figured he could spend a few more minutes with the ghosts. He owed them that much. After all, they’d made him who he was. Standing, breathing in the night air, he let them envelop him. Gordon Wiggins hated the damp heat of Miami. He’d gotten used to LA’s dry heat, and feeling his own sweat soak his skin always soured his mood. Looking from the street map open on the rental car’s passenger seat to the handwritten address and back again, he clicked on the blinker and made a right turn. At least the Ford’s air conditioner was drying the sweat on his face. He hadn’t expected Haskell to have an office in such a run-down part of town. The last he’d heard Caitlin Davies’ attorney had occupied a suite near the top of one of Miami’s high rise complexes. “How the mighty have fallen,” he muttered as he made another turn and checked the map a final time. He caught a glimpse of his own face in the car’s rear view mirror, partly hidden by big aviator sunglasses, and smiled at the irony of what he’d just said. “How far indeed.” He saw the office sign near the end of one those horrid confections the Americans called strip malls, and swung his car into an open spot close to the door. Inside, he breezed past the awkward middle-aged secretary with a wave of his hand. “Gordon Wiggins. Arthur’s expecting me.” Arthur Haskell sat behind a plywood replica of an oak desk, his big frame somehow shrunken into something less that Wiggins remembered from school and later meetings with the man when the Davies woman had been alive. His eyes were equally diminished. “Gordon! It was good to hear from you. When did you get out? Wait. I know. Stupid question. Have a seat.” “You appear to have had a change in fortune, Arthur.” Wiggins sank into the fake leather chair. “And here I thought you’d be living off the fat of the land.” Haskell snorted, pouring them both drinks from a bottle he produced from a desk drawer. “Oh, we were. Until my idiot partner, junior partner I might add, managed to piss off Caitlin’s widower and get us fired. Then there was…misunderstanding…about a couple of our long-term clients. I was lucky to escape without being disbarred.” “Unlike friend Francis, I hear.” Wiggins sipped the cheap bourbon with appreciation. It wasn’t much compared to the old days, but after Club Fed any booze was good booze. For now. “Yes. There is that.” Haskell drained his glass in a single, long swallow and poured himself another. “Look, I don’t have much to offer you. Gordon. We’re barely making ends meet as it is. Turns out young Watkins has a bit of a knack with divorce cases, and that’s been carrying us.” “Ah, but I might have something to offer you, Arthur.” Wiggins took another sip and looked at the framed diplomas hung crookedly on the wall. The Arthur Haskell he remembered would have had them perfectly aligned and level. But with all that, he was sure Arthur still had money hidden away, likely overseas like he did. Haskell was the kind who planned for the future. “I saw on the news the other day that the Davies house has been turned into some kind of treatment facility.” “Yeah. He put the bulk of the estate behind that. Watkins complained, and Burnett fired us on the spot.” “Ah, yes. Sonny Burnett. The man with a volcanic temper.” Wiggins closed his eyes for a moment, remembering his dealings with the man. “How much do you know about Sonny Burnett?” “Not as much as I’d like. We hired a detective to look into him at one point, and the man came up empty. But that was years ago, and Francis did the hiring.” “Francis must have hired the only deaf and blind detective working in Miami.” Wiggins set down his empty glass and waited for Haskell to pour him another. “Thank you. Now where was I? Ah, yes. Sonny Burnett. The man was in the drug trade when I…knew him. The late, lamented Fremont knew more, and I think the equally late but less lamented Tommy Lowe knew even more. And he’s behind this project?” “Yes. Fully behind it. There are others involved, but he kept them away from us at most meetings.” Haskell set down his glass. “To be frank, Gordon, we were barely involved in any of the actual planning. That…woman who used to look after Ms Davies saw to that.” “Angie.” Wiggins let the name roll off his tongue. A true behemoth of a woman. And a formidable enemy. Firmly on Burnett’s side as I recall. “And she’s next to impossible to get past.” “We noticed that.” Haskell nodded toward the connecting door. “My junior partner had a run-in or two with her before Burnett came along.” “Here’s the thing, Arthur. We, the two of us, made Caitlin Davies. Oh, Paul did his part, and even that louse Lowe. But we were there from the very beginning, you and I. And we were both pushed out by that Burnett fellow.” Haskell chuckled. “Be fair, Gordon. You and Paul did try to kill her.” “That was Paul’s doing.” The lie rolled easily off his tongue. He’d repeated it so many times over the years he almost believed it some days. “He was never a patient man. ‘Just wait,’ I used to tell him, ‘that Burnett’s lifestyle will catch up with him and we’ll be there to sweep up.’ But he didn’t listen.” “Whatever you say, Gordon.” Haskell poured himself another drink. “But that doesn’t change the fact that we’re cut out of the estate. I looked into it, and legally we don’t have a leg to stand on or a pot to piss in. Burnett hired some former DA named Towers and has the place wired up tight.” “I’m sure he does, Arthur. I’m sure he does.” Wiggins smiled his best snake-oil smile. “But that doesn’t mean he can protect the good name of the house, does it?” “I don’t follow.” “Of course not, Arthur.” Wiggins realized what he’d said and smiled. “I mean it’s obvious Caitlin’s legacy means something to this animal. We might not be able to get control of the estate, but we can ruin it so it’s worthless to him.” “That’s a big plan.” “Had lots of time to think about it, you see.” Wiggins drained his bourbon and slammed the glass down on the desk. “All thanks to that man. I’d hoped you still represented the estate, but that can’t be helped. My plan will still work. We’ll just have to make a few changes.” “I’ll have to think about it, Gordon. This might not look like much, but it’s a living. And a man has to make a living.” Wiggins sighed. “Of course, Arthur. I’ll be in town for a few days yet if you change your mind.” He grabbed one of the cheap business cards from Haskell’s desk and produced a pen from the inside pocket of his suit coat and scribbled on the back. “That’s my hotel and room number. Give me a call if you change your mind.” He smiled and slid the card across the desk. “It really would be a shame to let this opportunity slip away.” “So it was that bad.” Towers looked up from the executive summary of the audit. “Yeah. And they’d been doing it for years.” Sonny turned and looked out the window of Towers’ office. Some days it reminded him of the view from the tenth floor suite the Task Force had called home. “I want them to go down, Gary. And I mean hard.” “We’ve got enough here to go for damages. Serious damages. Lost earnings. You name it.” He chuckled. “I happen to know Francis is doing time now for taking kickbacks from the Mob, so there’s a chance they’ll try to dump it on him.” “The auditors found evidence linking Haskell directly to some of the theft.” Sonny grinned. “Looks like ol’ Francis didn’t trust his partner as much as Haskell thought he did. It’s all outlined in the second section of the audit.” “Good. Look, Sonny, I’ll go through this myself and see what we can manage. I think you were right in aiming for three times the losses, but I don’t know if we’ll get that much. Especially if it’s hidden overseas.” “You let me worry about that part.” He thought back to Jenny’s comment, and knew the resources she could call on if needed. In addition to his own. “Anything we get’s going right into the House trust account. No profit motive here. I just want to make sure the place can keep going no matter what.” “I’ll call you when I have a game plan.” Towers got to his feet. “I’d love to have you stay for lunch, but…” “Yeah. Duty calls and all that, right?” “Nothing that fancy. Just my wife and kid coming by.” “That’s as good as it gets, Gary. Say hello to them for me.” Sonny shook the outstretched hand and turned for the door. It was cool in the garage compared to the heat on the street, and he savored it for a moment before climbing into the Daytona and cranking the ignition. It wasn’t quite the same as the Testarosa, but he could feel the familiar thrill coursing through his veins. And he found he missed it. Slipping on his Ray Bans, Sonny headed into the late morning traffic. His life was good, a damned sight better than he had any right to expect. And he figured that would be the subject of his next stop. He’d found Bobby Crandall through his buddy Robbie Cann, and at first hadn’t known what to make of the skinny counselor with the lined face and squinting old cowboy eyes. But he learned fast that Tex, who’d been a point man and later a scout door gunner in a cavalry squadron down around Saigon, took no shit and suffered no fools. One full tour and three extensions in-country during the hot phase of the war, in not one but two jobs infamous among vets for their high casualty rates, gave Tex every right to take no shit. They’d gone from meeting twice a week to once a week, and now he stopped in every other week. Maybe more if he felt the need. It had been rough at first, and he’d felt like a whining REMF when he found out what Tex had done and where he’d been. But the counselor just grinned. “Ain’t no thing, man. War’s war. Don’t hit no man the same. There’s some who milk it, and you can bet I kick those jokers square in the nuts.” It turned out Caroline had been close to right about getting high on the action. “It’s a rush. Same thing you got when you played ball, I bet. But a hundred times stronger. Some dudes don’t like it. Not one bit. Others…cats like me and I think you…can’t get enough. Hell, there’s gotta be some reason I extended three times an’ went back into the shit.” That conversation had been over a year ago, but Sonny found himself wandering back down the same jungle trail. “You know, Tex, some days I miss it. The rush. That whole feeling you get when you go through a door. Scary as hell, cause you don’t know what’s on the other side, but…” “That rush.” Tex nodded, rocking back a bit in his desk chair. There was a couch in the corner, but he admitted on the first day he used it mostly for naps. “Once it gets in you, man, it don’t want to let go. Latest research says the endorphins spike like you’re doin’ drugs.” “Yeah.” Sonny shook his head. “I thought I had it beat this time, Tex. I really did. Jenny’s cool. She gets it in a way I’ve never seen anyone get it before. And most days I’m good. Hell, better than good. But…” “When you were a ball player you had direction. Same with the Marines. And then being a cop. Hell, you’ve had someone else tellin’ you what to do your whole adult life. And now that’s back on you.” Tex looked at his notes. “And you said you never really started takin’ responsibility until you rejoined Metro-Dade six years back?” “More or less. I was a cowboy, man. Always in a hurry.” “What changed?” “Well…” Sonny dredged up memories he’d rather not look at in the daylight. “I drank myself half to death for about six months and then took a good, hard look. Didn’t like what I saw.” “Bet you heard a drill sergeant yellin’ at you in your sleep.” “Yeah, I think I did. But something told me I had to face up to things I’d done. People who’d…been hurt or even killed because of things I did. Or didn’t do. And I knew I had to come back and try to make as much right as I could.” Tex nodded and made a short note. “This was when that Task Force started, right?” “Yeah. I had to take command once or twice. Hell…no way I could have done that before.” “Not as much fun when you’re holding other peoples’ lives in your hand, is it? I ain’t askin’ that to be an asshole.” “No. You’re right. When you’ve got a team looking to you it really changes how you think about things. At least it should. I know it did me.” “So what’s different now?” “I don’t know.” Sonny leaned back, feeling the overstuffed chair give a bit. “Still got the responsibility with Caitlin’s House and all. And everything was going great. And then Jenny got me the Daytona.” “A reminder of your past.” Tex smiled. “Those aren’t always bad things. Sometimes ya gotta just let ‘em happen.” “Yeah. And I love the car. Ever since my confiscated one got blown up by some redneck gun dealer I’ve missed the damned Daytona. It was like the first sign I’d made it, you know? Into the big leagues of Vice after being in Robbery. I had a Porsche back then, same deal…it was confiscated property. But I was just the flash guy or my partner’s driver. But the Daytona…it was all me. Sonny Burnett. The man with the fast car and fast boat who could make things happen.” “An’ that’s a hell of a rush.” “Yeah. Hadn’t felt a thing like it since I made the starting squad at Miami. Or…” “Your first firefight.” Tex nodded. “Been there too, Sonny. An’ it’s a powerful thing. How do you think you’re handling it?” “Good.” Sonny sighed. “Better than good, really. Jenny might suspect, but that’s because she knows everything. But the others don’t know. Well…maybe Marty.” “Your old boss?” “Yeah. He’s been in it since God knows when.” “Look…you’re doin’ good. Coming here’s a sign of that. You saw you were having some issues and wanted to talk about them.” It always amazed Sonny when Tex shifted from good ol’ boy vet to doctor voice. “Odds are you wouldn’t have done that a year ago. Things from your past are always gonna trip that feeling. And that’s ok. Just stay focused on where you are now and what it took to get there. And maybe most importantly…where you want to go. It’s gonna be harder because of that explosion and the break you had, but you got that under control. I don’t know many dudes who could come through that in one piece.” He smiled. “How is Burnett, by the way?” “Good.” Sonny smiled. They’d talked through the whole Burnett episode and what had happened with the Task Force. “Using that to focus on how we take Caitlin’s House to the next level.” “Right on. And tell me…did Burnett ever get off on the action?” Sonny started to answer, then paused. “No. No, he didn’t. He was always too focused for that.” “Mission-oriented. That’s the part of you that rejects the thrill and looks for results. Hang onto that, Sonny. It’ll help.” Tex looked at his desk clock. “I hate to do it, but I got another appointment comin’ up. Guy’s in a bad way or I’d push it back.” He got to his feet. “I’ll say it again, Sonny. You’re doin’ good. This kind of thing’s normal, especially when you have a life change like you’ve had. Downshifting from the fast lane ain’t always easy, especially once the fast lane gets into your blood. I want you to call if you start having dreams or flashbacks again. Hear?” “You got it, doc.” Sonny shook the offered hand and clapped Tex on the shoulder. “Now I gotta go put the top down and get my fix.” The Daytona shot up the Expressway like it had been fired from a cannon. Sonny watched the road through his Ray Bans, hands light on the wheel as he picked his way through the slower traffic. He could feel the old thrill building in his veins, but this time it was balanced by something else. A kind of understanding.

The Flirts - Helpless (You Took My Love) 1983 - Season 1. Sounds like the song in "Little Prince" when they chase that guy at the beginning.

10 points!

That image is saved in my mind with the sparse Jan Hammer music in that scene.

Correct!

That was my next guess haha

It was from "Blood and Roses"

Thanks a lot! Great eye for details and impressive visualisations. Now, I have regained confidence in basic physics! I did not recognize that patio wall at all. Bing does not work anymore on my Apple gadgets and Google is very blurry and artificial with its 3D views. I still cannot believe I disregarded that house earlier, as I even travelled along SW53 Ave on Street View two weeks ago, considering the fact that it does not have a working entrance from SW 53 Ave and realizing that the entrance from SW88 Street has the very long heavy green driveway we were always looking for. In fact, when C&T drive up to the house, we see a big clearing within the long wooden jungle behind them. On historic aerials one can see that this clearing was there in 1986 and is exactly where the huge neighbor house is being built now. See my 2 pics below where I added the lot borders to the neighbor properties in purple. Now, in hindsight, this surrounding is the only possible explanation for such a jungle driveway in whole Dade county. In the episode they utilized that situation perfectly and also did a great job concealing the extended purple driveway around the building corner to the garage. On TV, it looks that left of the entrance front there is nothing than a few bushes and the end of the property.

Tubbs: "Do you get the feeling we've staked this crib before?" Crockett: "Yeah or down the street or on the next block or something" I wonder if they ad-libbed the lines since they had filmed next door a few months before.

Here's one. A favorite of mine.

^^^^Great song!!

...and we thought it was the “not so subtle” hint for the rest of us!

Some more beautiful pics that show what we cannot see under green canopy... - driveway (Woods came with a car from the left side of the picture) - pathway to the house inside the garden gate

half an hour ago I wanted to start this post with "I'm officially giving up on this sucker". My eyes were burning from countless hours of staring at aerials. But then I put on the episod once again and started doing a sketch of what the house would look from above. This is what I came up with: after I had drawn this, I thought "wait a minute, I've seen this house a couple hours before but have dismissed it". Now I'm pretty sure it actually is the house. Looks like there has actually been only minor remodelling: google maps and bing maps seem to be confused about the address , it's either 8650 SW 53rd Ave or 5255 N Kendall Dr.. I can't find any realtor pics of the house, so this would maybe call for a proper recon mission by @C Glide. For the DUFE house we're likely to get pictures provided by the owners themselves, so no immediate need to go to theirs.

Thanks! Interesting.Same way I found the consulate in Rites of passage then! Realtor pictures was the only way to find it as there is no good view from above and no street view. Luckily there was a renovation and this article just 2 years ago so we have plenty of great pictures with many of them exactly showing and verifying our filming location. Great find and thanks again!

The Innocents. I may have cheated.

It was actually a quick find, I googled for "Spanish revival coconut grove" pictures and after 10 minutes I found this article: https://thebigbubblemiami.com/2018/02/12/walter-de-garmos-3467-n-moorings-way-at-the-head-of-a-grand-canal-is-on-the-market-for-8-75-million/. This contains a few more pictures which immediately confirmed I had the right one.

Wow, first picture says you got it! Congrats! ROSS HOUSE FOUND: 3467 N. Moorings Way, Coconut Grove it is! The pool matches, as do all details around the door, the stucco, the window, etc. I attach pics that I found that confirm that it is the location! I´m kicking myself that I did not come onto the idea to search for other Ge Garmo houses despite the clear stylistic clues (arches, doorways) like in the house in "Over the line" and "Rock and a hard place"! We see the arch entrance that Woods used from the street, the side arches where Tubbs and Switek were and the pool (there are two pool, the one that was off screen is the small show pool) that caused the water reflections when Woods entered the house. Also the interior fits with the wooden ceiling bars. Well done! on Google Earth it´s hard to see anything through the trees from above. Where did you get the pic on the entrance from and how did you find it despite the heavy canopy and no google street view available? What a hell of a run do we have as a team now since April on location hunting! P.S. yery disappointing to see that this beautiful house is very run down now on the outside. Tiles replaced, wall above the door needs repaint, all walls heavily overgrown. In VICE it looked a lot better IMHO.

How about this, 3467 Moorings Way. A 1929 Walter De Garmo House

Video shows entertainment highlights of the Fontainebleau, the Beach, and Miami. With all those stars, shows, movies etc further North on Collins in the 60s, 70s, and early 80s you can see why S. Beach became a backwater and needed saving. The Fontainebleau has held its status as the Beach's most famous and glamorous hotel.

Coconut Grove it is! An easy 5 minute find. Why haven´t we found that earlier? This time no special proof needed, as it is a clear case! @miamijimf @daytona365 @Matt5 @airtommy UNKNOWN LOCATION FOUND: THE ESPINOZA HOUSE 2800 Emathla Street, Coconut Grove There are lots of good realtor pictures that speak for themselves to prove that this was the location. Built in 1986, just opened before filming. All matches up, the unique pool shape with the small island, the round white fence on the corner with the vegetation behind. The triangle roof with hole in it, the glass brick walls, the wooden door (ugly brown now instead of white), etc... House was obviously refurnished with ugly brown kitchen replacing a white one and the yellow-blue tile pattern removed that we see in the episode. ENJOY! P.S. I think we have found all locations of this episode now. @C Glide has to update 20+ episodes on his site for newly found locations if my count is correct