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I believe the unknown location Swain apartment scenes at the end could have been filmed in one of the suites of The Mayfair Hotel in Coconut Grove. The unique window design as @Tom mentions gives me that idea. We know they filmed the Stan on the pay phone scene here outside on Rice Street and Florida Ave.

@Tom you asked me to put together some photos if I had been to the interior of The Savoy /455 Ocean Drive ( the old Woodys on the Beach site) and I came across one of my pictures from 2014 of a now bar / conference room towards the back of the property. What struck me was the windows and shape whereas not exact strike a strong similarity to this Vote of Confidence location. The pool areas do not match though. I have more photos and will share.

Re-watching the series from the beginning. AGAIN. Still so incredible. So many episodes in the first 2 seasons were as good or better than any cop/crime movie you would see in the theaters back then. Anyway, watched Calerone’s Return, Part 1 last night. Fantastic. One of my top 10 eps. After I Google up Sonny and Caroline’s house where the final shootout between Ludevico and the Vice team takes place. 119 Harbor Dr., Key Biscayne FL. IT’S FOR SALE!!! They are asking $1,425,000 for the place. 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms. Nice yard with a pool. Membership in the “Beach Club.” Seems pretty expensive for a 3/2 under 2000 square feet. (That’s SF Bay Area/Silicon Valley expensive!) No mention of its Vice provenance on any of the realty sites, but that has to part of the asking price. Or am I just completely ignorant of Key Biscayne real Estate? Here are some snaps from Realtor.com: Front of the house with the window Zubiena jumped through, and the backyard. In other pics on the site, the yellow fire hydrant and two yellow bollards are still there!

Thanks! I am happy that I found it. Now I know why I could not find this Art deco floor on Ocean Drive, Washington and Collins.

UNKNOWN LOCATION FOUND: ZITO´S FUNERAL SITE @C Glide @daytona365 @airtommy @Matt5 @miamijimfIt was right in front of our eyes all the time! I stumbled across an old picture today in the Bought and paid for thread that hit me. It´s the building that Crockett chased Arroyo around. lobby of the Collins Park Hotel, 2000 Park Avenue, Miami Beach The hotel is under heavy renovation and will be hard to recognize afterwards. Luckily we have old pictures and enough evidence! Key matches to make my case; 1. we have the two half curved full height windows with an entrance in between of an old Art Deco Hotel. The windows are 2x10 blocks each with a quite high base height (they start not on the ground but higher up. 2. the entrance door matches in distance to the two curved windows on both sides, as is the small window above the door. 3. the corner window that we see outside fully matches with the corner if we re-create the camera angle from inside the rotunda to the outside ) In order to do that I borrowed an old Goodle Earth view from airtommy from the BAPF Thread as the hotel is under heavy renovation right now). On the google View we can see that the hotel indeed has (had) rectangular corner windows 4. Vegetation and outer yard we see behind the window fits too 5. and now the biggest proof: the unique pattern of the Collins Park Hotel, which has a "2000" above the door as can be seen in old pictures and if we watch closely in the episode we see the last end of the reverted "2" i the right upper corner of the small window above the door! 6. UPDATE: I found an interior pic from 1987 shortly before the hotel was destroyed by fire (arson). All unique interior marks are there: the wall lights, the light panels, the stucco, the inlet rounds in the wall, even the curtain with the flowers that we see in the episode! They did a great job to decorate the lobby like a mortuary. I also attach an exterior pic from 1987 to show how it looked like when VICE filmed there in Oct 1986. ENJOY!

she still looks great

Avanti! is great. Billy Wilder does it in a charming way at a leisurely pace. It also is beautifully photographed.

Where I live, that’s about the right price for a house like that with a pool in a nice neighborhood. But I was still under the impression that even “expensive” Florida was still a bit cheaper than where I am, at least for a “normal” house. Would be fun to get some people to invest in buying it and restoring it to “screen accurate.” Then setting up the backyard with a little proper neon and such to make it look like some of the outdoor clubs in the first 2 seasons. Park a McBurnie in the garage and Caroline’s station wagon in the driveway. Fill one of the closets with Vice clothing of various sizes. Then rent it out for Vice-themed weekend escapes, honeymoons, parties, corporate events, etc. I know, it’s a total (crack) pipe dream...

Exorcist 3

I’ve read all the books and short stories, many before the films were made. I’ve also read a lot about Ian Fleming’s life and experiences. I had the same thought over 30 years ago about a series like you describe. The novels generally don’t have the fantastic stunts and effects that drive up the cost of feature films. A series like that could definitely be made but I don’t think it would work for two reasons. First, it’s not the James Bond that most people would expect, simply because the novels are so different from the films. The first films were made from the later novels which had grown more fantastical than the early novels. I honestly think most people would find the early novels a bit slow. That’s why the film producers made changes to begin with, even in the first few films. For example, the novel From Russia With Love takes place almost entirely indoors and is quite static. The producers intentionally added the outdoor chase scene after the train. Just one of many changes for the masses. Later films ditched the plot lines completely. Huge parts of Moonraker take place while dining and playing cards at a private club. Simply put, the audience for the novel version of Bond is likely quite small. Second, Ian Fleming was not Agatha Christie. Put bluntly, Fleming was a self-professed misogynist and a bigot. He was the product of his time and it clearly shows in his writing. As much as I love the novels, his racial language would be pretty jarring to modern audiences. He used the term “Chigroes” to describe one of the minority groups in Jamaica. His comments of British superiority are clearly reflective of his country’s, once massive though rapidly declining, imperialist power. The stories very accurately reflect the time and place, and so could the series, it would, however be quite shocking, maybe even uncomfortable, to many viewers. These novels weren’t the Agatha Christie mysteries of genteel society in upper-class drawing rooms. I’m thinking about the classic SNL skit where Richard Pryor and Chevy Chase insult one another back and forth. It is clever, insightful, and ultimately funny, but it’s language simply would not be acceptable to make into a skit today. It was made in a different time. Making it now is substantially different from watching it now.

Star Trek was also good at inserting solid content in a way that didn't make you feel like someone was beating you over the head with it. The original writers' guidelines are out there in PDF and are well worth the read. Not quite a series bible, but a good look at what the team was looking for.

Although I cannot confirm 100% the dinner scene with Tubbs and Val must have been shot at the Mayfair in the front section of the Mayfair grill restaurant. See the seashell design on the fabric of the booth which they are sitting on which matches the seashell chairs we see in “Jack of all Trades”. Also in the first picture the wood design of the seating booth and wood glass frames match behind Tubbs and Valerie. The second picture of the Mayfair grill must have been pre Or post 1989 whichever way the strong glass pattern is not there. Thoughts?

Hector Rendozo looked down at the shot glass of tequila and snorted. He’d been out almost three months, and the thrill of booze was already gone. Still, he knocked the shot back and waved a finger for another. He had to keep up appearances, after all. His feet hurt from the damned cowboy boots. Like wearing high heels, and I ain’t no damned bitch. But it was required these days, just like the tuxedos had been back before he went away. A man had to look the part, fit the role, or no one took him seriously. He’d learned that years ago, and was grateful to Jangles for bringing him up to speed on what had changed since he’d been away. Jangles, known to his mother and one or two sisters as Juan, downed his own tequila shot and grinned. “It is good to drink on a day like this. Don’t you agree?” “Any day is a good day for tequila, my friend.” Hector let the lie slide easily off his tongue. If he had to drink he preferred rum. But the price of the deal was often high. “But I’m tired of waiting. When is this friend of yours supposed to arrive?” “He should have been here fifteen minutes ago.” Jangles shrugged. “But what can you do?” “Find another woman. That’s what I can do.” Hector’s smile was genuine. He still wasn’t tired of women. Not after almost ten years behind bars. “But will those women lead you to Burnett? Or the other one?” Hector turned, feeling the tequila fanning his anger. “You weren’t the one who went down for that buy, Jangles.” “No. I know. But it’s not easy finding Burnett these days. No word for over a year. It’s likely he either finally got killed or changed his name and bought some island somewhere. Are you sure he’s the only way?” “Even in prison I never found anyone else who did business with Cooper. At least not more than once.” Hector stared down at his tequila. “At first I thought Burnett might be a cop, but there’s no way he could be. Not with everything he did. No cop would have been allowed to take down the Carrera organization like he did.” “You know about that?” “Word travels, my friend. Even in prison. No…there’s too much blood on Burnett for him to be a cop. But the other one…that Cooper. Him I wonder about.” “And now you can ask.” Jangles nodded toward the club door. “About time you showed up, Ramon.” In prison Hector would have wondered what gang had turned out Ramon, but out here he was learning what they seemed to call the metro-sexual look went over well with the ladies these days. Ramon’s clothes were just too tight for comfort, and he might even have been wearing eyeshadow. But he had a grin like a shark when he saw Jangles. “Juan! Long time no see, pal. Bartender, get me a Cosmo.” “Ramon, this is Hector. He’s the one I told you about.” Hector’s smile was thin. “A pleasure. Did Juan here tell you what I was after?” “Information.” Ramon’s face pinched as he tasted the drink. “Tastes like piss, but you can’t expect much in a dump like this. Let’s grab a table and talk.” Once they were seated and more drinks ordered from the strung-out waitress, Hector leaned across the table. “I don’t have time for games. Do you know Sonny Burnett?” “Burnett. Now that’s a name I haven’t heard in over a year. One mean son of a bitch, let me tell you. How else could he have taken apart two cartels? I also heard some talk he had a hand in blowing away those South American nutcases who tried to set up some kind of protection racket two years ago.” “So you got a hard-on for the guy. Is he still around?” “Look, Hector. I worked for him when he ran the Carrera organization. So while you were in prison writing home for more soap on a rope I was hauling loads for the man. Forty key loads. Twice a week, sometimes more.” Ramon leaned across the table, his eyes suddenly dangerous. “Don’t mistake the clothes for the man, amigo. It might be the last mistake you make.” Hector raised his hands. Shit. I gotta get this game down again. “My mistake, mano. Juan didn’t say you worked with Burnett. Only that you knew him.” “You think I’d tell Jangles shit like that?” Ramon laughed. “Some of the old-timers have long memories. And Burnett did leave one or two enemies alive.” “So what happened to him?” “Why do you care?” “It’s not Burnett I’m after. Not really.” Hector took a deep breath. He hated it, but he couldn’t see any other way forward. “It’s a guy he ran for from time to time. Before the Carrera and Manolo business, anyhow. Black guy from New York. Called himself Cooper.” “Why Cooper?” “I think he set me up to be busted. Hell, I think he might have been a cop.” Ramon grinned and sat back. “You know, Burnett thought the same thing. I was part of a crew he took to meet some dude at an old lighthouse. Black guy like you said, but he was posing as some kind of Island hotshot. Burnett took a shot at him and said he was a cop.” “The guy I dealt with was New York. No mistaking that. But I didn’t meet him and Burnett at the same time.” “So how…” Hector shrugged. “I had some weight I needed to unload. I knew Burnett from a load I’d run for the Mendozas and met up with him. He said he wasn’t into that side of the business, but that he’d heard of a guy who could handle the weight I had. Guy he’d moved weight for once or twice. Out of town guy named Cooper. It was fifty keys and the Mendozas weren’t buying. I needed to get rid of it fast, so I didn’t look too close at Cooper. Just called the number.” Now it was Ramon’s turn to shrug. “Might not be the same guy. Cooper’s not a rare name. But Burnett never forgot a face. If he dealt with your Cooper, he’ll know where to find him. And if he’s a cop, I’ll bet he’d like to help you even the score.” “So does that mean you can get in touch with him after all this damned dancing?” “I don’t know. I’ll make some calls, put the word out. But he ain’t been active for over a year as far as I can tell. That only happens when guys get out of the game, either on their own or because someone took them out.” Ramon grinned, and when he blinked Hector was sure he was wearing eyeshadow. “Meet back here in two days. With or without Jangles. I’ll know more then.” “And what will you want for this favor?” “Nothing, man. If Burnett’s still in the game I’ll be looking for a job. I made damned good money running for him, and that was even at the lower level. And if he’s out, at least I’ll know that for sure and move on. Maybe hire on with you, Hector. I heard about you. You’re a climber and no mistake.” Hector just nodded, waiting for Ramon to leave the table. After a minute the kid got up and headed over toward the bar. Jangles let out a long breath. “Man…I didn’t think the kid had gotten that weird.” “So far he’s the best lead we’ve got, so I’ll tolerate him for now. But you can bet I don’t trust that puto as far as my arm.” Hector finished his shot and glared at the empty glass. “You can stay here if you like. I’m gonna go get me a woman. Maybe two.” What the hell is this coming to? Bad enough I have to dress like a damned cowboy, but I’ll be fucked if I’m gonna dress like some cell block punk. Tossing a twenty on the table he got to his feet and headed for the door. The strip club they’d passed on the way to the bar was as good a place to start as any. Narrow daggers of sunlight coming through open portholes stabbed into Sonny Crockett’s eyes, waking him better than any buzzing alarm clock. They’d dropped anchor just off the coast, and he could feel the gentle motion of Tranquility as she moved with the waves. Jenny was still sprawled partway on him, her soft hair fanned out over his face. She whimpered as he shifted, sliding her hand over his chest before settling back down again as he eased out of the big king-sized berth. He didn’t want to wake her just yet. He made a cup of instant coffee in the galley, letting the smell fill his nose before taking the mug to the Memory Room and sinking into the sideboard couch. The night hadn’t been restful, and he looked at the pictures on the mahogany walls. Trying to find the peace that had eluded him in the darkness. The picture of Hector had churned up memories. Things he’d hoped he’d left behind when he dropped his papers. He hadn’t mentioned the man to Jenny, not wanting to worry her more than she already was. Whatever vibe she was getting had her good and spooked, and he didn’t want to add to the load she was already carrying. He wasn’t surprised someone would be looking for Burnett. It had been more common about a year ago, but players change and names fade. Especially as the drug trade spiraled into more and more violent cycles. Yesterday’s punk was today’s kingpin and tomorrow’s corpse of the day. What bothered him was the why of it. Hector had been in prison. Guys like that when they got out tended to have revenge on their minds. Or maybe the guy was looking to get back in the action. Rico was right…it had been his bust, not Sonny’s. Still, the idiot had started the slide show in his head. Starting with the dead eyes of the crazed Columbian Tommy Lowe had sent after Caitlin that first night on the water. Then the shocked disbelief in Hackman’s eyes when he saw the truth and knew Sonny was going to kill him. There were others, too…nameless faces from his time with Manolo and the Carreras. Once he would have reached for the Jack Daniel’s bottle when the dreams stopped, but now he knew better. “I knew you’d be up here.” Jenny’s long blonde hair draped over her shoulders, just touching the tops of her high breasts. “You had a bad night.” “Yeah. Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” “I felt you leave.” She settled down next to him, her naked skin smooth and soft against him. “It was that man, wasn’t it? The one Robbie told you about?” “Yes and no.” Sonny took a sip of coffee. “He just kinda got things started.” “Who is he?” “Guy named Hector. That’s all I know.” He touched her thigh. “Seriously. That’s about all I know about him. He came to Burnett back in ’89 or so with some coke and I passed him off to Rico to make the bust. Burnett wasn’t a big dealer back then, and there was no way I could have him front the cash the deal needed.” He shook his head. “It wasn’t a big bust even back then. Hell, I barely remembered it until Rico said he took the guy down.” “So he’s not looking to get even?” “I doubt it, darlin’. More likely he’s tryin’ to get back in the game after he did his time and my name’s one of the few he knows.” He let his gaze slide to the picture of the Task Force. “We didn’t leave too many of the old ones out there.” “I know. But he’s not the only reason you had a bad night.” “No. He started it, and it just went from there. Too many faces and too many memories.” He touched her thigh again. “Like I said, I didn’t mean to wake you.” “Which ones are the worst?” “The ones I don’t know. Most of ‘em from my…when I was Burnett. They’re mostly just faces. No names with ‘em. No idea what they did. Just that I shot them.” He looked away from the picture, his eyes seeing nothing. “There aren’t many, really. Not as many as you’d think with the reputation Burnett has. But enough.” “They were all bad men.” There was no question in her voice. “Burnett is still you, Sonny. You don’t hurt people who aren’t bad.” “Yeah.” An image of Gordon Cavis, the kid he’d shot during the Monroe Jackson case, floated through his head. The kid had been part of a Chicago street gang, and given what he’d learned after looking at his juvenile record Sonny had no doubt the kid would have shot him without blinking an eye. But had he been born bad, or did someone make him that way? He’d visited Gordon in the hospital a few times, but a crush of cases and then Caitlin took priority. By the time the dust settled, including what Tubbs liked to call ‘the Burnett Incident,’ the kid was gone. Checked out of the hospital and vanished. Sonny liked to tell himself the parents had come down from Wisconsin and taken their son home, but his cop side know different. In all likelihood the streets, either those in Miami or back in Chicago, had swallowed him up. “We’re all surrounded by ghosts, Sonny. Sometimes they visit, other times they just watch.” She touched his arm. “But they don’t control you. Say hello and let them go.” She looked past him at the narrow porthole. “We should weigh anchor and get moving if we want to make that meeting this morning.” He smiled, knowing she was right. About everything. “Yeah. I’ll head up and get started. You might want to at least put some shorts on first.” He raised his hand. “I know there’s no one but me out here to see, but I remember what you said about rope burns…” She giggled, tossing her head so her hair floated behind her back like a golden cloak. “And we don’t want any of those. One last look and I’ll see you topside.” They made good time, tying up at dock at Caitlin’s House with almost half an hour to spare. Once they were ashore, Jenny stretched up and kissed Sonny lightly on the lips. “Go find Rico. I need to talk to Gina and then maybe Mindy.” He nodded, running his hand down her back to her backside. “I’ll be seeing you in a bit, darlin’. Don’t cook up any big plans with those two.” He found Rico sitting in his office, his attention split between the computer screen and a file open on his desk. His old partner smiled when he sauntered in. “Well, well. I’d say look what the gator dragged in but we know Elvis was always too damned lazy to drag his food.” “Yeah. He was. Gotta give the old boy credit where it’s due.” Sonny chuckled and set himself flop into a chair on the other side of the desk. “I wonder if he’s still around.” He paused, searching Rico’s eyes. “Out with it, partner. You’re still thinking about him, too, aren’t you?” “Hector? Yeah.” Rico shrugged. “Just when you think you got the Job behind you it comes up and bites you in the ass.” “He was your bust, not mine. Remember anything special about him?” “Naw. I didn’t even remember him until last night. Stared at that damned picture for almost an hour until it came to me. Just your average coke chump trying to push his way up in the game. Maybe a bit nastier than some, but not in the big leagues. I didn’t think he was due to be released for a couple years yet.” “You know how good behavior works, Rico.” Sonny chuckled. “I went through it all last night, and I don’t think I’d heard squat about the guy before that deal, and not a peep after he got busted.” “Same here. Hell, he was probably lookin’ for Burnett because he’s lookin’ for work.” “Same thing I settled on.” Sonny shrugged, stuffing Hector into his mental locker. “What’s going on today that couldn’t wait?” “It’s more of an in-house update.” Rico closed the folder and leaned across the desk. “Mindy and Trudy got started on the Post and that reporter. Mindy won’t tell me what they found, but she said they already got some interesting stuff.” “Not married two years yet and she’s already keeping secrets?” Sonny grinned. “Not lookin’ good, partner.” “Oh, she’s lookin’ fine as always.” Rico chuckled. “Let’s get up there so you can see for yourself.” Settling into his chair at the head of the table, Sonny’s mind went back to those meetings on the tenth floor with the Task Force. Rico sat to his right, Gina and Mindy to his left. The biggest difference was Jenny, sitting just off to one side like she didn’t belong. When he motioned for her to move to the table, she shook her head. “It’s business now. Different business.” Nodding, he turned back to the table. “Ok. What do we have?” Mindy shuffled some papers and cleared her throat. “The Post was in trouble until about three years ago, when they were bought out by an LLC registered in Luxembourg.” “Seriously?” She nodded. “Trudy and I managed to trace some of the LLC’s holdings back through Panama before we lost the trail. We don’t have the resources we used to, and public records are pretty theoretical once you hit some parts of the world. But the profile fits one of the bigger narco syndicates.” “I get them needing to launder money, and given how much they rake in they gotta aim big. But a paper?” Gina nodded. “It makes sense, Sonny. What better way to distract the public during a big case than to run topless celebrity photos? Or a nice, juicy piece hinting at some kind of wrongdoing on the part of the prosecution or cops involved? The Post was always big on innuendo and low on proof.” Mindy smiled. “And they can send ‘reporters’ sniffing around places without a second glance.” “How much control does this LLC actually have?” “They own the operation, but don’t seem to have made any major personnel changes. Some in the accounting department, but other than that…” “They wouldn’t need to.” Rico chuckled. “Just encourage some of the chumps already working there and you’re good to go.” “That’s what we think they did.” Mindy flipped through her notes. “Which brings us to Jimmy Campbell. He thinks he’s Woodward and Bernstein rolled into one, but he’s really not much more than a hack. Got fired by all the major papers in the metro area before the Post took him in.” “I put in a couple of calls to some of my new friends,” Gina said. “Funny how nice the press can be now that I’m not a cop and have a position with a rehab facility. Anyhow, none of them would go on the record but they all said little Jimmy was let go because he was loose with the truth in most of his stories. Fact-checkers hated him. One guy said the staff took to calling his stories toilet paper because that was all they were good for. But they also said he had a knack for headlines and lurid crap that would get people to look at his stories.” “So he’s a dream date for the Post.” “Something like that. But none of my sources had any idea why he’d be so hot for us.” “Whatever it is, it’s gotta be big.” Rico leaned back. “Chump don’t seem to care about breakin’ the law.” “Did he have any special beat before the Post? Hell, even with the Post?” Sonny looked at Gina and Mindy. “Maybe he’s got a thing for hookers and we reformed his favorite girl.” “He did crime for the Tribune and was in the news pool for the Sun Times. What we could find of his by-lines didn’t look too impressive. A couple of ‘exposes’ that were just lurid hooker tales with the Tribune, and one of them got him fired. Seems a city councilman didn’t care for his daughter being mis-identified as a hooker.” “It’s obvious someone’s got his back, though. With that microphone and all. Chump must be selling a damned good package to someone at the Post.” “Good work. Keep on it. We need to stay ahead of this and not end up playing catch up.” Sonny looked around the table. “If this was the old days I’d have Stan and Lester lay in wiretaps. But we can’t do that any more. So I want extra security on the perimeter. Rico, have those two sweep the phones daily now. Just because we play by the rules doesn’t mean Campbell or the Post will. In fact, I’d lay odds they don’t. See if Stan thinks there’s areas we’re missing, and if so have him plug the gaps. Those two have forgotten more about surveillance than we’ll ever know.” “You got it, boss.” Mindy smiled as she lapsed back into old Task Force language. “Sorry, but it feels kinda like…” “We’re back on the job. Yeah, I know. In some ways I guess we are. Just stay sharp, people. Mindy, let Trudy know what’s up when she comes in. I’m guessing she’ll check in with you first before she meets with Gina.” He looked around. “Did anyone have anything else? Even if it’s just general?” It was half an hour before Sonny found himself out on the familiar deck looking out over the yard. Memories flooded over him as he watched the green grass shifting like water in the light breeze. Most of them circled back to the afternoon when he and Cait had agreed to try to make it work…and when he’d decided to leave Metro-Dade to be with her. “Just a few cases to wrap up,” he whispered to the humid air. “That’s all it was. And we were so close…” “When did you want to head back?” Jenny’s soft voice snapped him back to the present like a kick to the head. “We can do now, darlin’. I was just taking a moment. Always did like how the yard looked from here.” She smiled, taking his hand. “I know what this spot means to you, Sonny. It’s ok. But we need to be here, not. Not there, then.” “I know.” He paused. “I think we might have to stay at the marina for a few days. Those contracts should be ready and the renovations are gonna start. I don’t want to be too far away when that happens.” “Neither do I. I can help with the sailing program.” She smiled, but he could see the sadness in her eyes. “Some of those girls have never even been on a boat before.” “You’ll be great, darlin’. Just like Trudy is.” “We should go see Martin. He must be lonely with her working here.” Sonny smiled. Jenny never called Castillo ‘Marty.’ It was always his full name. Like he’s her older brother. But they’re both so in tune with whatever it is they hear they could be brother and sister. “Yeah, I expect he is. He’d never admit it, though. We can drive out there tomorrow afternoon. I’ve got to go over and hopefully sign those contracts in the morning, but we’ll be done by noon.”

This is After Hours.

When I was in the Savoy I believe there has been major renovation since 1987. In 2014 I believe the larger rooms and areas we see in “Hard Knocks” and possibly “Too Much Too Late” have been partitioned off into smaller rooms. For example the room we see in “Baseballs of Death” I believe must have been at the front of the property but today is just an empty room with no bar area. The corridor picture below I took I believe could be the corridor we see in “Too Much Too Late” but 27 years later.

Starman ?

That's cool man, If someone said that was Don Johnson in the crowd I'd believe them. I used to walk around in espadrilles even when it was raining which caused some puzzled looks but I was like "Crockett wore them in milk run damnit".

I only dressed like Crockett twice and the first time was at a penn state game and it worked it very well because nobody my age really dresses like that. I was let into a party because they liked my outfit. I was even able to pick myself out on tv at one of the games! The second time I did get a few looks and it was very obvious what they were mocking my outfit but at least it’s a very good conversation starter.

When I saw this post I immediately thought of Ferris and The Breakfast Club. Also I am a big fan of the Lethal Weapon series. But even I agree that Wall Street really captured the essence of the greed, me first, make money no matter who you have to walk all over decade.

Love this one...Phil and Kyra both “made” this episode (their chemistry together & performances)! Also, despite the comedic aspect (comedy with class) there was also a serious & deadly aspect as well...the way they intertwined both was superb! This episode was worthy of a sequel, with Phil & Kyra popping up again together, later on. Everyone has their opinions on what episodes they do or don’t like...to each his or her own. But, I am one of those that does not care for Made for Each Other. I truly liked and cared about the characters of Switek & Zito, and I know they were mainly supposed to be the “comedic relief”, if you will, but MFEO wasn’t funny, nor was the plot interesting or captivating, nor did it help the characters any...it was just pure stupidity & ridiculousness (my opinion). I was very disappointed with MFEO , and I still say Stan & Larry deserved a much better episode together—although there were some very good storylines with and/or about each character “separately”.

I watched it last night and had a blast with it. Phil Collins is a really charming bloke and I like his scenes with Izzy quite a bit. Switek and Zito also have some great comedy moments throughout. I think Kyra Sedgwick definitely has to be a contender for hottest Vice babe. 9/10

One way ticket

I've been a big fan of the film series for most of my life, and seen all of 'em up until Quantum of Solace. While Casino Royale was a good Bond film, I just cannot stand the charmless and sterile Daniel Craig. So, after that I gave up. I'd say GoldenEye was the last truly great Bond film. I think in an inter-connected world it is very hard to convince people of an "exotic villain" living in a remote location, while the protagonist uses things that are (by today's standards) ordinary. If I had to rank the portrayals of Bond and the direction of the films I'd say: Sean Connery Timothy Dalton George Lazenby Roger Moore Pierce Brosnan Daniel Craig

They're 5024, I have a 5022 too but the nose bridge on them is too narrow for me. The 5024 is 2mm‘s wider overall by the way, not just on the nose. got them off ebay for 269 $, there’s another NOS 5024 pair currently available from the same seller in Germany. People who ask a thousand bucks for this are nuts. I would only pay that much if DJ drives up my alley himself in a McBurnie, dressed in a white linen suit and hands them over to me personally.

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.”

Yes such a good one. 10/10

One of my favorites episodes. The vibes, the style, the funny moments. The cars! (Mercedes, Lambo). 10/10