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This is rare. About 500 views on YT at time of posting. Progressive-sounding synth heavy rock instrumental.

I actually drove by Bass Lake in California last year where that was filmed. Even saw a boat that looked just like "Suck My Wake". Beautiful area!

The Great Outdoors

Here you go mate. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5TnuPUHNShClhDDsDXwsNc?si=aSBOJUgEQCWbFWvgi-Gfqw

Found this old postcard. It's from Horton Nehleber. Wong's Chinese Restaurant, 12420 Biscayne Blvd, N. Miami. Castillo & Tubbs are seen going into this restaurant and then leaving it. It's now closed.

As we discussed Villa Ipa (home of Jack Crockett that was also used in Rising sun of death) recently... when I looked for Lombard´s home in WOT - which is not Villa Ipa - I found a great book about Kenneth Treister´s works, one of the key architects in SFL/Miami from 60s to 80s next to Alfred Browning Parker and more recently Max Strang. This book contains terrific pictures and great info about long gone Villa Ipa (it was called "Ipa" on the daily production sheets of "Rising sun of death" which I own), called here Ville "IPE" which was built in 1987 according to this book. It contains the only proof pictures of Villa Ipa I have seen anywhere. Treister also designed other MV landmarks like the Mayfair complex used in Jack of all trades, Too much, too late (e.g. the fountain where Switek makes his phone call), French Twist and even the Elizabeth Verrick park in the Grove used in Too much, too late and The Fix. Enjoy! Special interest for @miamijimf?

What serendipity. I’d just had this recommended on YouTube the other day and hadn’t heard it in FOREVER. Think I was looking around for Producer Rupert Hine and Cy Curnin of The Fixx who did the credits for Better Off Dead.

Another unknown location(s): the hospital(s). The hospital scenes: when Castillo is delivered in, the hallway does not necessarily look like a hospital. I have never seen such narrow hallways in hospitals, as they will have trouble get round corners with the patient beds. I added a pic from inside University of Miami hospital (was the Biscayne General Hospital earlier that we see in the exterior shot at the end of this episode) to compare the width of normal hospital hallways with what we see here. Thus, I suspected an ordinary office with reception instead. But one of the doors says "EX3" which indicates an examination room. That could fit with a hospital or a beauty clinic. There is no proof of a hospital except in the final scenes where Crockett enters Marty´s room, but that does not look like an ER, rather like a normal station bed?. The curved glassbrick wall with two elevators and hospital-like colors could be anywhere. The floor in the scene in front of the glass wall is carpet. Not likely to find that floor in a hospital where carpet is usually forbidden due to germs and bacteria (cleaning issue) and low endurance to many visitors.

I am still not fully convinced what we see here in the background (red square)? In the close up (sorry for the exaggerated lightning!) we probably see the silhouette and some details of a house, but at that level of lightning adaptation it also could be just artifacts. In the other view, we see that the light below (red circle) is really shimmering like in water and that it is exactly below the light above which speaks for a water reflection. Both lights are the same, just from different angles and distance due to camera movement, one time it says water, one time it says part of a building. Either way, very hard to find. Basically, we have the same issue as with the rally house at the end of Vote of confidence. We look for an ensemble of buildings that is grouped around a pool and this is very rare. These ensembles usually belong to a condo complex where houses are much higher and have a competely different look...

Jenny was waiting back at the marina, doing some work on Tranquility’s aft mast. “The rigging’s been making a weird squeak,” she explained with a smile as he came on board. “Like she’s out of balance somewhere.” “Yeah.” Sonny kissed her. Jenny was always fussing with the boat. He didn’t mind. She’d spent much of her adult life on one sailboat or another, and for a good part of it her life was bound up in her boat working right. She fussed over the boat just like he still fussed over his Smith & Wessons. Tools of their old trades not easily forgotten. “Gary’s gonna start the process. I told him to go for as much as he realistically thinks we can squeeze from those assholes. He thinks they might have some of it stashed overseas, but…” “You told him that won’t be a problem.” She smiled, touching his arm. “And it won’t be. I still have some banker friends in the islands who can look without being noticed.” “And I’m sure Marty still has a contact or two who might be able to shaking something loose in Switzerland if they got that ambitious.” Sonny looked out over the water, past the rows of bobbing masts at the pure blue water beyond. “But I doubt they did. These punks seem more Caribbean types to me. Caymans, maybe.” “How do you think they’ll take it?” “They’ll whine, but that’s all. Hell, what can they do? The connected one, Francis, is doing time for consorting with the mob. The two that are left are strictly small time. Hell, Watkins wasn’t even a partner in the firm until just before Cait was murdered. Haskell’s the one who goes way back.” “And he has no backbone.” She slipped closer and let her arm slide around him. “But there’s something…we need to be careful.” “Yeah. With that expansion coming up and all the changes we’re gonna have to make…” “No. This is something else.” Jenny looked away. “She warned me. Trouble’s coming.” “Who?” “Caitlin. She said trouble’s coming and we need to be careful.” Sonny paused. Jenny made a habit of visiting Caitlin’s grave from time to time. ‘Letting her know how things are going’ was how she explained it. And there was that…whatever it was about her. At first he’d ignored it, but she’d been right too many times. He’d come to accept she had some kind of insight…something Mindy just called the sight. He couldn’t explain it, but he knew Marty believed it and that was good enough for him. “Just trouble?” “Yes. She doesn’t come as often, now that she sees you’re happy and things are good. But this…she’s scared. And that makes me scared.” “Rico’s in the process of beefing up security. I’ll have him take some extra steps. Stuff others won’t notice, like having Stan and Lester add in some more sensors and sweep more often. As for us…” He patted his big Smith & Wesson, now more commonly found in a hip holster. “We have our permits and I’m still a reserve deputy or whatever the hell it is. Same with the others.” He shook his head. “I tried to let Burnett fade out before I dropped my papers, so I don’t think anyone would be coming after him. But you never know.” “Maybe she means the court fight over the money.” “Could be. But we’ll be careful just the same.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and squeezed. “The House is important. Maybe one of the most important things I’ve done in my life. I’ll protect it any way I can.” “I know. So will I.” She pressed herself against him. “I think I got the rigging fixed. But I won’t know until we take her out.” “How does tomorrow sound? I gotta get some paperwork done for the expansion, and I want to be close when Gary’s ready to file.” “I’d like that. There’s one or two things I’d like to check first, anyhow.” Her hand slid down. “This, for one.” Even though he’d expected it, Gordon Wiggins was still surprised at how few people would even return his calls, let alone agree to meet with him. The music scene in Miami had taken off since Caitlin and that girl with the drums, but they all acted like they’d never heard of him. Even the ones who owed him. “Sorry, Gordon,” one of the few honest ones said. “You’re damaged goods. I’d love to help, but the damned press would be all over me. Hiring the man who tried kill Saint Caitlin.” He’d grimaced. “Don’t tell me they actually call her that now.” “Yeah. Some of ‘em, anyhow. That husband of hers sealed the deal with the rehab place. Take my advice, man. Head back to L.A. Memories are shorter on the coast.” Looking out the window at the waves, Wiggins knew the man was right. Memories, like girls’ skirts, were shorter on the West Coast. Except in his case. Once you get caught, and actually do time, memories become very long indeed. And there was no way he was going north. New York winters were the things of his nightmares. Still, he had a few days in hand. Enough time to see if Arthur would change his mind. The more he heard, the more he was convinced the way to hurt Sonny Burnett and the memory of that strumpet Caitlin was to destroy the name of the facility he’d dedicated in her honor. He’d done a little bit of digging, just enough to build some background without drawing notice. The place had more security than the facility he’d called home for the last few years, and worked almost exclusively with teen-age girls who’d been picked up off the streets by pimps and, to use the American vernacular, ‘turned out.’ Burnett had kept himself firmly in the background, letting two dynamic female doctors take the lead and the microphone. No one could argue with the place’s success percentage, and reporters who’d tried digging too deeply had gotten their fingers burnt. Most of the security were former law enforcement, mostly hired away from state or Federal agencies. It was needed, the doctors said, to protect the girls from their pimps. At first Wiggins hd been convinced the place was a front for some nefarious activity or another, but the more he dug the less he found. Caitlin’s House, disturbingly enough, was a treatment center. Sipping his drink and looking out at the Miami heat, he muttered a low curse. Damn Burnett for being a smart man. The worst thing was, he was at the point where he actually needed Haskell. His own less-savory Miami contacts were years old and likely swept up by either the police or their competition. If he was going to gather more information, he needed fresh sources. And those would have to come from Haskell. Looking down at his empty glass, Wiggins turned and headed for the small refrigerator. He’d have one more drink and then head down to the boring hotel restaurant for dinner. He had just started to pour when the room phone rang. “Gordon. We need to talk.” “Of course, Arthur. Why don’t you come to the hotel for dinner? Their surf and turf is outstanding.” Feeling a smile on his face, Wiggins hung up the phone and downed his drink. The desperation in Haskell’s voice had been thick enough to touch. Maybe he’d have a chance after all. “Can you believe the gall, Gordon?” Haskell waved a forkful of steak in Wiggins’ general direction. “The total gall.” Actually he could. “So let me get this right, Arthur. You and friend Francis absconded with over ten million dollars over the years from the estate of Caitlin Davies and you’re surprised this Burnett is coming after it? Did you really think he’d just smile and ignore the fact that you stole from his wife and then him by extension?” Haskell lowered his fork and shook his head. “When you put it that way…it does sound rather stupid, doesn’t it?” “A bit, yes.” More than a bit, you idiot. “And his lawyer is suing you for how much?” “Thirty million. Me, Francis, and Watkins. Watkins started drinking before the process server could shut the door and I think he’s passed out in the office bathroom by now.” “I expect they had proof?” “Burnett had the estate audited. Going all the way back. And I mean ALL the way. Which means they found Tommy Lowe’s skimming, and maybe yours and Fremont’s, too.” They won’t have found any of mine. Fremont always handled the Davies account. Bless him. “I don’t see what you expect me to do, Arthur.” Wiggins smiled and chewed a forkful of lobster. “I’m but a simple ex-con, remember?” He smiled again, glad he’d picked out a table toward the back. “You said you had a plan. Something about wrecking the reputation of that damned house.” Haskell looked around. “I’m in, Gordon. This damned thing is gonna break me. Watkins, too. But I’m not going down alone, by God. Saint Caitlin’s going down with me.” It was all Wiggins could do to keep his face set. “Then let’s get down to it, Arthur. I may need to avail myself of some of your local contacts. Actually I know I will. Mine are a bit…dated, shall we say. And I’m sure you know the right sort of people, don’t you, Arthur? But I think I have a plan…” “I just wish I could have been there to see their faces.” Sonny looked up from the balance sheet he’d been trying to decode. “Yeah. So do I.” Jenny crossed from the galley to sit beside him. “I’m surprised you didn’t take this forward to the office.” “Light’s better here.” He smiled, feeling her firm body beside him. “And I can’t watch your ass in those shorts if I’m up there.” “Just my ass?” “You know better than that.” He chuckled. “And I don’t know why I’m looking at it, honestly. This stuff doesn’t mean squat to me. Numbers on a page. Hell, you’re the smart one. I want to college to play ball, remember?” “Then we can play football star and his study partner.” She ran her hand along his shoulder. “I’d like that. But it still doesn’t mean these numbers…” She kissed his cheek. “It’s not too hard. Think of it as a drug deal. That set’s the raw product coming in, and over here is what you can sell it for once it’s cut. Those numbers are shipping cost, the cut you pay the runners…” “Now you’re talkin’ my language.” He shook his head. “But it don’t say much for my life if the only way I can understand a balance sheet is by lookin’ at it like Burnett’s business.” She smiled, and then her eyes changed. “What do you think they’ll do?” “The lawyers? Hell, Francis is already in prison so he can’t do much more than cough up the part of his estate that didn’t get seized when he was convicted. Haskell and Watkins? They’ll whine and try to fight, but we had the audit done by one of the best firms in the state. And Gary’s hell on wheels in the courtroom. I’ve seen him prosecute cases against some of the top defense attorneys in the southeast and come out on top. Sometimes with less evidence than we gave him. I think we’ll get close to what they stole in the end. I don’t know if they have that much money between the three of them these days.” Her nod was halfhearted. “I hope you’re right, Sonny. I really do. But she’s still worried. We need to be careful.” “I know, baby.” He slid his arm around her, the balance sheets fading from his mind. “And we will be. I’ve been thinkin’ about this since you first said something, and I just don’t know what they could do. Maybe stir up some old enemies of mine…or Burnett’s, but most of them are either in jail, dead, or too small-time to do much more than spray paint ‘pig’ on the side of the Daytona. And they don’t know enough about you to even begin to find enemies. And I fired them before any of the others came in. I’ll talk to Rico before we head out to sea and let him know the score.” He let his arm slide off her shoulder and reached for the phone. “How does Sanctuary sound?” Robbie’s club had changed a bit over the years, the decor losing some of its ‘80s purple and getting darker and more formal. But the staff still called him ‘Mr. Burnett’ and there was a standing reservation on a table in the back good until eight most nights. When the Task Force was still active they’d been here many nights. It wasn’t as common now, but Sonny made it a point to keep in touch with Robbie Cann. He’d let the bond break once, and sworn he’d never repeat that mistake. The big doorman greeted him with a smile. “Mr. Burnett. Mr. Cooper and his wife are already at the table.” “Thanks, Rick.” Sonny slipped the big man a fifty. “Been a while.” “It has. Been quiet so far tonight. And they got the good cook working.” He could just see Mindy’s red hair through the low lighting. Robbie had banned indoor smoking about six months back, making it easier to see details at a distance. The change hadn’t bothered Sonny…he’d cut back to maybe one or two Luckies a week at most and was even thinking about changing to a pipe. Then Rico’s laugh cut through the mid-level music and they headed over. “So I hear the chumps got their papers today.” Rico grinned around the rim of his scotch glass. “And Gary said they already got the go-ahead to sieze what they could from Francis’s frozen assets. I guess that chump had a couple of million stashed in the Dutch Antilles somewhere. But Haskell an’ Watkins are gonna fight it.” Sonny sat down, letting Jenny slide in first so she was next to Mindy. “I bet Gary just loved that.” “He did. He said somethin’ about getting them disbarred at the same time. Feels like he’s treatin’ it like one of those Klan cases he used to catch.” “He might be. He’s really invested in the goals of the House now.” Sonny looked over at Jenny, now deep in whispered discussion with Mindy. “I wanted to talk to you about uppin’ security during all this. Both physical and electronic.” “You got it partner.” Rico’s eyes followed Sonny’s. “Someone got a feeling?” “Yeah. Direct from Cait this time.” “I’ll throw as much security on as we can manage. I don’t want to add too many new guys, especially if it’s only temporary. With the economy like it is I don’t wanna get a guy’s hopes up an’ then let him go.” “I don’t, either. Look…why don’t you hire as many as we’ll need to cover the new stuff once it comes on-line? Tell ‘em it might be part time now for training purposes, but will transition to full time as the unit starts to open.” “Good idea. That’ll bring another five or six guys in. I can do the same thing with the electronic side. Stan and Lester can start playing with their toys early and then locate ‘em where they’ll need to be as the construction is completed.” “Good.” Sonny nodded as the waitress arrived with his lone Black Jack. These days he started with one bourbon and switched to beer if he kept drinking at all. Then he leaned over. “Personally I can’t think of anyone those two bozos could use to hurt us, but you know Jenny’s feelings…” “Yeah. Ain’t no way I’m gonna ignore one of those.” Rico smiled, and Sonny could see the lines on his face. “Hey. I hear she bought you another Daytona.” “Yeah. Don’t know where the hell she found it, but it’s a black convertible. Just like the old days.” “One of the few things that is, I guess.” Rico shook his head. “That reminds me. Robbie stopped by when we got here. Asked if we could come back to his office as soon as we got settled in.” Sonny nodded. “Sure. Did he look like something was wrong?” “You know Robbie better than me, man. Would you play poker with him?” “No, Rico. I would not.” Taking a sip of the bourbon, he turned to Jenny. “Robbie asked us to stop by for a couple of minutes, babe. You two good here?” She smiled. “Sure, Sonny. Mindy and I are just setting up some range time.” Rico gave Sonny his familiar ‘what can you do’ look. “She’s been after me, but I ain’t had time in a week or so.” Mindy giggled, her blue eyes sparkling. “We’ll make it a girls’ morning. Since I hear you two are going sailing again.” “Yeah.” Sonny turned to Rico. “Let’s go see what Robbie wants.” If the club had grudgingly changed with he times, Robbie Cann’s office remained firmly planted in 1989, complete with the Night Ranger poster Sonny had seen the first time he’d walked through the door. Robbie got up from behind his desk as soon as they came in, slapping bear hugs on both men in turn. “Rico! Sonny! It’s been too long!” “Coupla weeks, maybe.” Sonny chuckled, slapping Robbie on the back. “But yeah, that is too long. How you been?” “Good.” He turned to the security camera monitors on the far wall. “See you got another Daytona. That must have set you back.” “I don’t know. Jenny bought it for me. She won’t say a damned thing about where she found it or how much it cost. And maybe I don’t wanna know the answer to either question.” “Fair enough.” Robbie waved his hand toward the stack of reports on his desk. “God knows a man gets tired of wading through the numbers. But my old man beat that into my head. ‘Always check the accountants, Robbie’ he’d say when he was going through the mob stuff.” He chuckled. “Guess I did learn something of value from the family business after all.” “Could have saved myself a whole lot of bother if I’d learned the same lesson, but I was too busy playin’ ball and chasin’ tail.” He filled Robbie in about the lawsuit. “But you didn’t call us back here to catch up on all that,” he finished. Rico nodded. “Yeah. We coulda done that at the table over some of that shrimp you got featured tonight.” “Yeah.” He waved them to chairs. “Take a seat.” Once he was back behind his desk he started hitting buttons on the computer keyboard. “You know how I like to keep tabs on things, Sonny?” “Yeah. Smart thing to do since you testified against your own family.” “True. But I do it for you guys, too. Kinda my hobby to see how your aliases ebb and flow. We get all kinds in here, and time to time back in the old days you two would come up. Usually Burnett, but sometimes Cooper or the Rasta guy.” “Prentiss. Teddy Prentiss, mon.” Rico smiled. “Yeah. That guy.” Robbie chuckled. “It’s been quiet the last year or so. They all seem to figure you got fed to the sharks or retired. Hell, there was even a rumor the two of you headed to LA to start over. But that was mostly in the first year.” He stopped punching buttons and spun his chair so he could see one of the monitors. “Until the other night.” Sonny looked at the flickering monitor. “What happened?” “Those two at the bar? They came in asking about Sonny Burnett. If he’d been in lately.” Robbie grinned. “My guys know the score. They didn’t say a damned thing, but let me know right away. We didn’t get a good look at ‘em, and they paid for their drinks in cash so there’s no paper trail.” Sonny watched them move through narrowed eyes. “They know the camera’s there and keep shifting to avoid it. Never saw much of that back in the day.” “Naw. These chumps know the score.” Rico turned to Robbie. “They only ask about Burnett? And did your people get any kinda vibe off them?” “Just Burnett. Sorry, Rico. Your fame didn’t precede you that night. We were busy, so the bartender didn’t remember much. But Rick on the door? He thought they had narco all over ‘em. Lots of gold on display, and he was pretty sure they were carrying. Like Scarface in cowboy boots is how he talked about them.” Sonny nodded, remembering some of the guys they’d run into while taking down Unit 8. “Yeah. That narco cowboy look was starting to come in when we got out of the game. Those two don’t look like kids, though.” “Rick put ‘em both in their forties. Old enough to maybe have done some business with Burnett and Cooper.” “Can we get a copy of that tape? I’d like to have Stan run it through some of his toys and see if we can get a better look at those two.” “Figured you’d ask so I already had one made up.” Robbie pulled a black plastic box out of his desk drawer. “Got a copy on one of those new CD disks, too, if it’ll help.” “I’ll take ‘em both. God knows what Stan and Lester are playing with these days.” Robbie nodded. “Gotta admit it feels kinda good to get some excitement in here again. Things haven’t been the same since you guys retired and those two cowboys headed back to Montana. And they took my best waitress with ‘em. Dave did, anyhow. How are they, by the way? I hear from Debbie from time to time, but…” Sonny chuckled. “Yeah. I was never sure both of them knew how to write. Last I heard they were doin’ good, though. Back on the force in Butte. I think they might be coming back this way for a conference or something.” “If they do, you gotta bring ‘em by. Be good to see them again.” Robbie looked around the office and sighed. “The Stones had it right, Sonny. What a drag it is getting old.” Rico nodded. “Yeah. If you let it be a drag. But I know what you mean. It’s hard to change gears after spending years in the fast lane. The Job gets in your blood and don’t want to let go. Hell, we’re both still in the reserves.” “Just can’t quit it completely.” Sonny smiled and shook his head. “That and it makes concealed carry a hell of a lot easier.” “Yeah, I get it. Kinda like this club.” Robbie looked around the office. “You know, when we opened it was the proudest day of my life. Until my son was born. Kept this place going with sweat and blood. But now…some days it would be nice to walk away and find something else to do.” “Is business down?” “Naw. No more than anyone else around here. Times ain’t what they used to be, but I can make it through that.” His smile was thin, and Sonny could see a touch of sadness in his friend’s eyes. “It’s more like it ain’t fun any more. Not as many bands, and too many punks like those assholes in cowboy boots.” “You got a good manager, right? Take some time off, Robbie. Hell, we all need it now and then. Take the family someplace nice and just be with them.” “Now you sound like me, Sonny.” Robbie chuckled. “But maybe you’re right. Hell, we haven’t had a real vacation in years. Couldn’t afford it before, and once I testified it just wasn’t safe for a few years.” “You know Angie, right? Give her a call and have her set something up.” Rico nodded. “That woman’s a genius with vacations, honeymoons, you name it. She’ll get you just what you need.” “And it’s on me. Just go be with your family.” Sonny raised his hand as Robbie started to sputter. “Don’t bitch about it. You footed enough booze bills for us back with the Task Force. Consider this payback.” He pulled out a card for Caitlin’s House and scribbled a number on the back. “Call tomorrow and tell her Blondie said it’s all set. She’ll work her magic from there.” “Blondie?” “Yeah. She’s called me that forever. Jenny’s Little Blondie.” Sonny shook his head. “The woman has a thing about using peoples’ real names. Except for Castillo.” “Yeah. I didn’t think even she would be that stupid.” Robbie took the card and smiled. “I’ll call her first thing, Sonny. And…” “Don’t mention it, pal. We’re buddies, remember? Besides, it’s the least I can do. I owe you for Tex, too.” “He’s something, isn’t he?” “Yeah. And we’d better get back out there before Jenny and Mindy start ripping this place apart looking for us.” Jenny smiled as they approached the table. “Robbie got you talking, didn’t he?” “Yeah. Somethin’ like that.” Sonny slipped back into his seat and put his arm around her. “But I’m sure you two had plenty to talk about without us around.” Mindy nodded, and Sonny thought he saw a bit of blush highlighting her freckles. “Oh, you know. Just girl talk is all. I was telling Jenny that Debbie called me the other day. Dave and Randy are supposed to be flying back for some law enforcement conference.” “Yeah. Randy said something about that last time I talked to him, but he wasn’t sure.” “It’s a done deal now.” Mindy smiled. “They conned their sheriff into footing the bill to send both of them. Something about networking, I think she said was the line they used.” “Sounds like something those two jarheads would pull. Still, if they do make it I gotta say it’ll be good to see them both.” Rico nodded. “Yeah. Been over a year now, hasn’t it?” “Damned near.” Sonny reached out for the menu. “I don’t know about you kids, but I’m gettin’ damned hungry. Let’s get some food ordered.” The sun was little more than a thin red line of memory on the horizon when Sonny pulled the Daytona into his familiar spot and shut off the engine. Beside him, Jenny stretched and sighed. “That was really nice, Sonny. It’s good to see Mindy and Rico again.” “Yeah. I gotta admit I still ain’t used to not seeing his ugly mug every morning.” “I know. But I do like not worrying every time you drive off.” “I know, darlin’. I know. Just feels strange after all those years is all.” He grinned as he got out of the convertible. “But comin’ home to you makes it all worthwhile.” “I missed it at first, too, Sonny.” She came around the car and stood beside him, looking down the darkened marina to the twin masts of Tranquility. “The rush I’d get every time I slipped past the Coast Guard with a stolen painting or statute some rich person paid too much for. But now I feel that every time one of those girls finishes a treatment plan at Caitlin’s House.” “So do I.” Slipping his arm around her, he started down toward the boat. “All those years I spent hauling those girls off the streets, out of gutters, or zipping their dead bodies into bags…it’s really something to see them smile when they see they’ve got a life ahead of them. And a real chance.” They walked in silence for a time until they were almost to Tranquility. “What else did Mindy say? Don’t forget, I spent years pretending to be a detective and you’re too quiet.” She smiled and stopped at the foot of the gangplank. “Promise you won’t say a word to Rico? They’re trying to get pregnant.” “Don’t worry. I won’t say a word to him and I’ll act surprised as hell when he finally spills the beans.” Sonny’s smile was genuine. “I was wondering how long it would take. At least they waited until they had some fun first.” “I think it’s good for them both.” She turned and looked out over the water. “Maybe…if things were different…” “It’s ok, Jenny. Hell, I never did too good in the dad department. Not something I want to go back and try again.” “I know we talked about that before. It’s still not important to you?” “No. I screwed up with Billy, and I’ll never know what might have happened with Will.” He pulled her closer, feeling her warm body against his side. “I’m happy with just the two of us, darlin’.” “So am I.” She shivered. “But she’s still warning me. Something’s coming.” “Robbie said a couple of guys were in a few nights back asking about Burnett. He gave us copies of the tapes, and Rico and I are gonna look through them tomorrow. Maybe see if Stan and Lester can work some magic on the images. I don’t think it’s anything important, but it’s been a few months since anyone asked about Burnett.” He kissed the top of her head. “But now I think we’d better turn in. Gonna be a long day tomorrow. I want to go through that budget with the rest of the staff before we take Tranquility out again.”

It took me a couple of years to complete the look, I wasn't very good at online shopping by the past I'm pretty proud of this, not gonna lie If you have any questions, let me know (the picture has been photoshopped a little but the colors/clothes/body were not affected)

I prefer LifeInvader. Much more accurate...

I dont know if I could actually wear it in public...

i think sonny's attitude made sense. although Stone was right in the previous episode, he was pretty off the wall too.

Eh when it comes to things like these I think of the Doors, the Future is here and the end is always near, what happens happens, however I know if I ever have kids though i am never giving them a god damn phone or letting them near techonology, as it seems more and more that is used to peer pressure people into either doing or seeing things. and if anything the main thing the world needs to do in the 2020's besides Moonshining for old times sake lol is to deplug and focus on what's going on around them, as that is the main problem with the world, too disconnected and focused on finding fortune and fame instead of just being decent people and using their heads. and also most importantly the world needs to hold lawmakers accountable to the phrase innocent until proven guilty, and any tech that is made to run off the opposite of that phrase needs to be made illegal for law enforcement use period, as you have a right to face your accuser and prove your case in court and it seems like were begging for a return to the period of the Salem witch trials with tech like the stuff their using in europe and china right now. and straight up that should have a genevia convention made to ban the use of it period.

Someone's been watching Aut Right videos I see. White British are a minority? England is 85% white, Wales is 95% white and Scotland is 96% white. There's been muslims in Europe for a century now. In the 19th and early 20th Century France colonised Tunisia and Algeria and as a result there are nearly 6 million native born French citizens that are muslims. It hasn't destroyed France or caused "white extinction" in France. France is still 85% white. Same in Germany. From the 1960s to this very day, Germany has accepted a huge influx of workers from Turkey and as a result there are around 2 million muslims in Germany. It hasn't ruined Germany or caused "white extinction" there. Germany is still 89% white. It's actually been good for Germany as these migrants have worked, been productive and contributed to Germany's status as an economic and industrial powerhouse. So all this garbage that the far right peddles about immigration ruining Europe is just racist fear mongering. All European countries are overwhelmingly white and that isn't going to change and it shows you how little the far right actually knows about their precious Europe. I also believe that feeling shame for slavery and colonialism is completely justified. If you have decency that's how you should feel about those events. I'm not a "self hating white" or whatever other crap the far right would call me. I've just got my facts straight. Unlike the far right. Here's a great scene from a great movie that totally nails it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ak4Q6JBYGxw

This poped up on my radar, purely by accident as part of the suggestions and its not that bad actually, although stop at 2:58