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They used that creepy mask thing in Junk Love and French Twist.

I feel like CGI kinda ruined movies. Instead of it being a tool that opened up endless possibilities, we got these weird animated live action hybrid movies where you can tell the actors are on a soundstage covered in green screen. There's like some incongruence between the limitation of the actors on the set and the freedom of the characters in the movie. Then you watch the French Connection or something filmed in the real world and it looks as innovative now as it did almost 50 years ago. Lucas' Star Wars prequels look obsolete only 15 years later. The Avengers movies are not going to age well either.

Hey my dear fellow Vicers, there was mentioning of clothing pieces being re-used on different characters in some posts I read here recently, so I thought let's start an individual thread for it and extend it to all kinds of props, like clothing, accessories, jewelry, cars, boats, furniture, weapons, any kind of equipment...you name it. Let's put it all in one place rather than have it scattered all across the forum. Could be fun...let's see how long it takes until we run out of catches. Feel free to re-post stuff that was mentioned before elsewhere, e.g. the bed from "Definitely Miami" etc. I start with the Aston Martin driven by Tubbs in "The Walk-Alone", which re-appears four episodes later as Famiglia's car in "Baby Blues"

We can definetely rule out the Poinciana hotel as filming location for the Nazi rally. Due to the MB preservation league website, the Poinciana was demolished in January 1988, long before that episode was filmed in March 1989. Also, the huge hall and the structure about the entrance of the building do not look like a SB hotel, rather then a big storage hall. As this is still an unknown location I post the key pics here.

Good idea, but I have no idea what to look for if that is a common storage for several bodies (also I cannot image that police maintains a mutual facility with fire rescue and others...?) According to 2009 Annual Report of Miami Police Department, they have their own storage and quartermaster. No address provided of course. http://mpd-vets.org/annual-reports/2009 annual report.pdf

Today I have a special item for location proof! I found a 1989 picture of the exact 6th floor Park Central hallway of that scene, where we see the original color of the doors, the carpet, etc. My picture is taken behind Sandy Dyson, showing her perspective before getting killed in room 607 (608 is the door number behind her on the room right next to it). I know that the picture is very grainy but I had to cut it out of an old 1989 German TV report (old VHS video?) about South Beach Art Deco that included many scenes from the Park Central lobby and also the 6th floor and one of the corner rooms (in one of them they apparently filmed Sandy Dyson´s room). ENJOY! P.S. great source for Art Deco research in Miami Beach is here: https://miamibeachvisualmemoirs.com/

LOL, wow this rhythm has got to be one of the most copped! And Michael Jackson’s “The Way You Make Me Feel” is the same again, but he was late to the party in 1987.

Gary Glitter preceded all of them in 1973

You may notice the bass and drums sounds a lot like “Everybody Wants To Rule The World”, but this song came out before it in 1983. Actually, Grand Funk Railroad’s “Some Kind Of Wonderful” bass and drum are very similar too and that came out in 1974. Anyway, I think this song would work well in Vice! It has a very fresh, timeless sound to it. (Special note: “Waterfront” and “Everybody Wants to Rule the World” are two of my absolute favorite songs of all time.)

Dude, you're a maniac! A crusader against any unknown location. Do you ever sleep? I'm picturing you sitting in front of your computer 24/7 with match sticks holding up your eyelids. And how did you get these photos? I was trying to find interior pics of the Greenberg Traurig building too, but to no avail. Anyway, another one solved thanks to your relentless efforts. That's truly amazing. I wonder what you're going to do when there are none left...maybe you should try to make this a profession in case you haven't already. So...glass blocks are not just for scumbag lawyers but also for sleazy bankers....

Found a nice pic of the restaurant location with Jack and Grubbs which is now the spa area (see subtitle of pic) of the Mayfair.

Below are pics from Bank Popular inside 1221 Brickell Ave (Greenberg Taurig Building). I think that is enough proof that all the casino and agent office scenes were indeed filmed inside there? All matches, from the overhead pattern to the glass block walls to the silver railings to the high atrium that we partially see when the agent fell to death. Elevators are there too. I think the last, third picture below shows exactly the filming location of the casino (one of the pics above with the elevators marked)

Hey Pals !!! Thought pal that pal this pal was pal pretty pal funny pal.....pal...

"Milk Run" Sonny telling off Sloan the lawyer.

And what about the ice cream waitress from "Lombard"? Wow!

Everyone seems to like Nancy Valen/Lana, but I always liked Sha Sha (Mai-Lis Kuniholm) more!

Ok guys ... but you forgot "DIE HARD" ... This movie was a little revolution for its time.

The Terminator and Back to the Future. Some people won't even watch 80s movies because their "too old", but BTTF seems to hold up well, kids and teens will still think it's awesome.

My thoughts exactly. People also seem to give Craig credit for things Dalton was doing back in the late 80s. Die Another Day wasn't great, but at least it actually resembled a Bond film. I'm not quite sure what Quantum of Solace was.

Scar Face. Total epitome of the 80’s in my opinion. Classic. Gonna watch it again this weekend if it ends up being another endless rainy weekend here.

The '80s encapsulated in one opening credits sequence: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HS-L4UAmuFI

The Breakfast Club

Looking out over the water from his hotel room balcony, Gordon Wiggins was painfully aware of the passage of time. Prison does that to a fellow, I suppose he thought as he took a sip of scotch. Haskell had left over an hour ago, but he was still turning their talk around in his head. He hadn’t expected Burnett to hire a bunch of ex-cops to run the facility’s security, but he’d managed to hide his surprise when Haskell revealed that little detail. That complicated things, but only a bit. It just meant he’d have to be extra careful when picking from Haskell’s associates. On the other hand, it also meant he’d have more options. If anyone had more enemies than drug dealers, it was cops. What he didn’t like was the idea of this Watkins running around drunk out of his mind and whining like a schoolgirl who’d been told she couldn’t go on the class trip. For his plan to work there needed to be quite, careful work, and he didn’t think the man could handle any part of that. But Haskell didn’t seem likely to cut him loose. Misplaced loyalty. Or maybe Arthur’s taken a shine to the boy. Never figured him for that sort, but you never know. Either way he knew he needed to be ready to deal with Roger Watkins. Turning, he stepped back into the air conditioning and slid the glass door shut behind him. The room’s simple desk was covered with newspapers, and he’d been going through the local channels ever since he got back to his room. Looking for the perfect conduit for his plan. Originally he’d thought to go with television, but the more he looked at it the more he was convinced good old newsprint was the way to start things off. Lurid headlines and grainy photos stuck with people more than a blonde with fake tits reading something off her notes during the ten o’clock news. Start it in print, then let it make its way to the screen. That’s the best way. Grimacing, he turned away from the papers. It still bothered him…how close he and Fremont had been to pulling it off. Getting rid of Caitlin Davies and leaving her drug-running husband to take the fall. Of course, that fool Tommy Lowe had thought the same thing. Pausing, Wiggins looked down at the papers without seeing them. Whatever happened to the cop who saved her life? The more he thought about it, the more it gnawed at him. The bitch would have been under police protection the entire time she was getting ready to testify, and likely for a time after. He’d even seen the man a time or two… “I’m an ass!” He slammed the glass down hard on the desk, sloshing scotch on two of the newspapers. “Burnett IS the damned cop! Same damned hair, same smug face. Of course they’re the same person.” He started to smile, then stopped. Things had just gotten much more complicated. First he had to be sure. Not just suspect, but know. Then he had to use the information. He didn’t want the man dead. He wanted him to suffer. To see his woman’s legacy destroyed before his eyes. That meant if Burnett and the cop were the same person he couldn’t tell a living soul. Especially not Haskell. Friend Arthur would blab it everywhere. He couldn’t help himself. And any hoodlum who did business with Burnett would want to kill the cop. And I can’t have that happen. If the plan was going to work, Gordon Wiggins had to be in control. He’d spent years figuring it out, after all. Caitlin’s legacy clearly meant something to Burnett or whoever this man was. It needed to be methodically and systematically destroyed. Any peasant could burn down a house. It took a skilled and thoughtful man to gut everything the house represented and leave it standing as a reminder. And that meant paying extra attention to the names Haskell brought back, along with a quick visit to an old acquaintance down on the edge of Little Havana. A handgun might be in order in case Watkins caused problems. But there was also the problem of Burnett to solve. And that meant a trip to the library. Likely more than one library. Looking for clues. There had to be something, especially if he looked at the man who’d killed Caitlin. Some slug called Hackman if he remembered right. There had to be something there…something that led him to kill her. And it had to be connected to either Burnett or the cop…both if it was the same man. And if it was there, Gordon Wiggins knew he’d find it. Ricardo Tubbs looked at the application, then at the background check form tabbed into the other side of the personnel folder. “Says here you did ten years with Miami-Dade. Patrol, then Robbery.” He looked up and grinned. “But it don’t say why you dropped your papers. You had a good record. Clean. No shootings. IAD wasn’t following you home. Why’d you leave?” He’d already put in a call to a sergeant in Robbery and knew part of the story, but he figured the lady sitting across from him wouldn’t know that. What someone didn’t say in an interview was often more important than what they said. The blonde took a deep breath. “It’s like this, Mr. Tubbs. I was tired. Tired of running in the same addicts for the same jobs week after week. We’d book ‘em, the DA would wave his magic wand, and they were out on the street again. It was worse after crack hit. No programs to get ‘em in even when they wanted to and we wanted to. The girls were the worst. I’ve got a five year old daughter, and it just…” “Yeah, I hear you.” Rico nodded, checking off a box on the sheet. The sergeant had said she was a cryer and not tough enough for the street. Her answers confirmed what Rico already thought about the sergeant. “And it don’t help when your boss is an asshole.” “How…oh yeah. You were on the force.” “Yeah. And Sergeant Hasko was a pain in my ass, too. Says here you were Army before joining the force.” “Six years with the First Infantry Division. Kansas, Kuwait, and Germany. I was an MP.” “Solid.” Another box was checked after he flipped to the copy of the woman’s DD214 and verified her conditions of discharge. Gotta thank Sonny for showing me how to do that. “I’m still waiting on the drug screen, but assuming that comes back good I’d like to offer you a job here. You’d start on days, at the front desk. Lets you learn the routine and gets the patients used to seeing you. After that you’ll have the chance to move to the new ward.” “Thank you, sir!” She jumped to her feet and pumped Rico’s hand. “I…you won’t be sorry.” “I’ll call you when we get the report back and you can come in and start the paperwork. Shouldn’t be more than a day or so.” Rico returned the handshake and didn’t sit down until the woman left his office. Then he smiled and shook his head. It always gave him a warm feeling in his chest when the people he hired reacted that way. Still, there was the other side. Reaching out, he picked up the phone and hit a programmed number key. “Yeah. I’m hiring her. We need more females for the new ward. Don’t call the other two I marked for a day or so. I need to see where we stand in terms of vacancies.” He gave the folder one last look before closing it and tossing it in his ‘OUT’ basket. From there it would make its way to the bowels of HR where terrible things would happen to it. They were slowly computerizing the system, mostly with Lester’s help, and Rico couldn’t wait for the day when those folders disappeared entirely. Leaning back in his chair, he thought back to the conversation he’d had with Gina just after he came in. Trudy had called, accepting the art therapy position. It wasn’t a paying job exactly, at least not now, but it would be good to see Big Booty Trudy around Caitlin’s House. And he knew the girls would take to her. Trudy spoke their language, and her passion for art and music both required no words. And it didn’t hurt that she could and would kick any of their asses if they acted up. It had been good seeing Robbie. And just going out with Sonny and Jenny. Rico thought he’d done good adjusting to life without the Job, but he found himself missing the little things like that. Drinks after work. Sitting and bullshitting during a prolonged stakeout. He missed some of the rush, nowhere near as much as Sonny did, but it was those little things he missed more. Even Stan’s fantastic coffee in the morning. “I gotta find a way to get him on the regular payroll,” he muttered as he reached for another folder. The phone buzzed, interrupting his thoughts. Looking over, he saw it was the security main desk. “What’s up?” “We got someone out at the edge of the property, Mr. Tubbs.” Being called ‘Mr. Tubbs’ was part of the job he was still adjusting to. “Solid. They over the line?” “Not yet. From the camera it looks like one of those reporter types with the big-ass cameras.” The security desk man chuckled. “Those sensors those two goofballs put in are the real deal. I’ve been tracking this guy since he got within fifty yards of the fence.” “He look like he’s gonna try to jump the wire?” “Not sure. He’s in sector Charlie Two, so he’d have to if he wants pictures of anything other than the while wall.” The guard paused. “And there he goes.” “Send one of the mobile teams. I’ll meet ‘em there.” Hanging up, Rico shrugged on his suit coat and headed for the door. It had been over two months since they’d had a fence-jumper, and he wanted to see if the chump was a repeat customer or someone new. The Jeep rattled to a stop just at the edge of the cleared path surrounding the wire fence surrounding Caitlin’s House. Rico smiled when he saw the rough dirt path on both sides of the fence. It had been Stan’s idea to take a page from the old East German playbook and run the fence inside the property instead of right on the edge. That way you were on Caitlin’s House property as soon as you set foot on the cleared path on the far side of the fence. Rico’s security force was almost two distinct units: one set of guards for interior security in the units and another for patrol outside. The ones he picked for outside duty were usually big, quiet, and intimidating…just like the two surrounding a pale skinny dude draped with enough cameras to sink him if he fell in a two foot-deep puddle. The punk was waving his arms and shouting, and there was something familiar about him. It clicked just as he shut off the Jeep. “Jimmy Campbell. As I live and breathe! And you’re still trying to lecture my people about the press. How many times do I have to tell you this is private property?” Jimmy had a thin face dotted with what were either zits or freckles and watery blue eyes. “An’ how many times I gotta tell you, Dubbs, the public has a right to know…” “That stops right at the dirt path on the other side of this fence. And the name’s Tubbs, chump.” He turned to the guards. “Take this rat to the main gate and hold him until the police get here. We’re pressing trespass charges this time.” “Wait! You can’t…” “Oh, but I can. I’m sick of your attitude.” Rico could feel the anger turning inside him. “How would you feel if your daughter was trying to get clean and you saw her picture smeared across the Post front page with a headline calling this ‘Hooker Hotel’? And yeah, I saw that issue, chump. We’ve got footage of you jumping that fence at least four times. Today is the day you pay for that.” He turned to the tall guard who’d once been a state trooper. “Call it in when you get there. I’ll have Legal draw up the papers.” Back in his office, he made the call to Legal and then punched in Sonny’s number. He smiled when he heard the familiar voice. “Crockett.” “Yeah, it’s Rico. I’m having that chump Campbell from the Post arrested on trespass charges. He jumped the Charlie Two fence again and trotted his old ‘right to know’ act again.” “Good. That moron’s got a hard-on for the House. You let Legal know?” “Yeah, and my people are putting the package together right now. Tapes, photos, copies of the warnings we sent to him and the Post. The whole deal.” “Good. I’d let Dr. Jessup know, too. The Post will run some shitty headlines and we can expect questions.” “Yeah, and she looks better than either of us do on camera.” Rico smiled. “I’ll read Gina in, too.” “Good man. Have Legal look into some kind of restraining order as well. I don’t want that piece of trash on our property again.” There was a pause. “I gotta run. Jenny’s got some budget stuff she wants me to look over…” “Solid. I just wanted to read you in first, partner.” “Yeah. I’ll be by this afternoon to go through those tapes from Robbie’s. See if we can spot anything.” Ten minutes later he’d called everyone who needed calling, and leaned back in his chair with a low sigh. Miami-Dade was about five minutes out according to the front gate, and there’d be more paperwork to sign and trees to kill once they showed up and took possession of Campbell. Still, something Sonny had said was still rattling around in his head. Why were Campbell and the Post so interested in Caitlin’s House? Reaching out, he hit the button for Mindy’s extension. “Hey, baby. Can you drop over here for a second?” No matter how many times he saw her, Mindy still took his breath away. Her black pencil skirt and deep blue silk top set off her red hair to perfection, and she smiled as she followed his eyes. “I see you like my choices.” “Always, lady. Looked good this morning, looks better now.” He smiled. “Anyhow, I got a coupla questions for you.” He told her about Campbell in short words. “Sonny mentioned it, and now I wanna know. Is there any reason he or the Post would have such a hard-on for us? I know the House got some press early on, but it was mostly good if I remember right. But the Post…” She nodded. “They’re mostly a tabloid, right?” “Yeah, but most of them have no attention span. They run from one manufactured story to the next. But these cats…” “It feels like old times. I’ll put some intel together. Trudy’s gonna be by later today. Maybe she can help.” “Solid. I’ll check with Switek and see if he can figure out anything from the junk the chump was carrying. He had the usual cameras with the telephoto lenses, but there were a couple of gadgets I didn’t recognize. We took pictures, mostly when the chump was shouting at the uniforms.” “I bet that went over well.” “Cuffed and stuffed.” Rico chuckled at the memory. “Let me know what you find out.” “Only if you buy me dinner.” “Solid. Downbeat’s rolling out a new menu and I bet we can talk them into letting us try some of it ahead of time.” The smell of her perfume lingered after she left, and Rico just let the memories wash over him. Then he frowned, remembering the guys from Robbie’s club. If Stan showed up before Sonny he’d have the big guy work his magic. It was likely nothing, but Rico wanted to be sure. Burnett had been a name to conjure with not too long ago, and in some corners memories died hard. Even his own. There were nights, far fewer now, he still snapped awake. Hearing those words. ‘I know you. You’re a cop’ followed by a gunshot. He understood what had happened to Sonny, and the rational side of him accepted it and also knew if Sonny had really wanted to kill him he would have. Still, there was that corner of him that wouldn’t let that memory go. In the moments after he’d snap awake he understood how Stan must have felt every day for years when Sonny came into the squad room back at OCB after Larry Zito was murdered. The buzzing of his phone broke into his thoughts. “Stan’s here.” It was the main gate guard, a big former deputy marshal. “Shall I send the photos from that little dipshit back with him?” “Yeah. Thanks.” Stan was laughing when he came into the office. “Man, you should see one of the pictures they have of that idiot! Makes him look like a squirrel on crack!” “Yeah. I’ll bet.” Rico waved Stan to a chair. “Got two things for you, big guy. One, can you make out anything about his equipment from those pictures? And two, can you clean up some surveillance footage for us?” “His gear’s easy.” Stan flipped through the folder of photos he’d brought from the guard shack. “Mostly garden-variety cameras and stuff.” He paused. “Until you get to this. He’s got a top-grade boom microphone here. The kind of thing you don’t usually see people using outside of our old circles.” “So police-grade?” “Try guys in tan Ford grade.” Stan chuckled. “I’d have to pawn my original Elvis ‘viva Las Vegas’ jacket and the blue suede shoes to even get to borrow one. How this punk got his hands on one…” “Is a very good question. I doubt if the Post has pockets that deep.” “They might.” Stan shrugged. “What can I say? They’ve got a good horoscope column in section C. Anyhow, they wouldn’t have until about six months ago. They got bought out by someone. Don’t know who, but they started running more of those ‘which celeb’s sleeping with the maid or pool boy’ stories than they used to.” “Any idea whose money’s behind it?” “If I had to guess I’d say narco cash. Gives them an outlet and a way to gather intel without anyone noticing. Or one of ‘em might have bought it for his latest squeeze. The money those dudes have…” “Yeah.” Rico rubbed his temples. Another thing for Mindy to dig into. “And now we got this footage.” “He give it to you on CD?” “Yeah.” “Cool.” Stan pulled a laptop out of the backpack slung over his left shoulder. “Lester set this up so I can do some stuff in the field. Saves time and shoe leather, let me tell you.” He waited while the machine booted up and then hit a button opening the CD tray. “And now…presto! Do we have to search for anyone?” “Naw. Robbie said it was set to start right where the chumps we’re interested in come on camera. It’s not much footage, and the quality’s kinda low.” “Tell me about it.” Stan squinted at the monitor, his fingers roaming the keyboard as he tapped in commands and fiddled with the small black pad in front of the keys. “That’s got it. Man, he needs to get a new system. Tell him I’ll give him the friends and family discount. It’s like the thing was filmed underwater in a swamp.” He fiddled a bit more and then sighed. “That’s about as good as it’s gonna get. Want me to save ‘em as images and send them to you?” “Yeah. Sonny should be by this afternoon and we can look ‘em over. But do either of them look familiar to you?” “Not the smaller one. But the big guy with the bad gold chains? He kinda does. I’ll show this to Lester and see if it shakes anything loose with him.” Stan chuckled. “He’ll just say one day the computer will do all this for us by recognizing their faces when it’s compared to a database or something.” “Yeah. That’ll be the day.” Rico shook his head. “Look, I need to you have another look at that Charlie 3 sector. See if there’s anything else we can do over there electronics-wise. And I’ve been meanin’ to ask. What would it take to bring you and Lester on staff officially?” “Seriously?” “Yeah. This is gettin’ more serious by the day, and we need counter-surveillance support more than ever. You two are the best I know, and Sonny and Jenny only want the best here.” “I’ll talk it over with Lester, but I’d say you could just bring us on with a long-term exclusive contract or something fancy like that.” Stan ejected the CD and started shutting down the laptop. “The images are saved on that disk. Robbie was using one of those new disks you can write to as well as read.” “So you’d still be your own thing…” “Yeah. It’s nothing personal, Rico. You know that. But, hell…we built Roach Sweepers up from nothing. I’d really hate to see it just go away.” “I get it, big guy. And I bet Sonny will, too. Check with Lester and let us know. But the offer’s there no matter what shape it takes once the lawyers are done with it.” “I appreciate it, Rico. Now I’d better go look that stuff over and see if we can plug any holes. If this guy’s got access to one of those mics it changes the threat profile. If there’s one thing I learned from Castillo…” “Plan for the worst. Yeah, I know.” Once Stan was gone, Rico fed the disk into his desktop computer and opened the saved images. But he couldn’t focus on them. He was still wondering about that microphone. What the hell did that chump want to listen in on here? It didn’t make sense, and he didn’t like things not making sense. It was almost two before Sonny got to the office, but Rico didn’t really notice the time passing. He called Mindy and added the Post to her list of things to dig into, and then forced his attention back to security questions. By the time Sonny blew in he was ready for a break. “Stan have any luck with those images we got from Robbie?” “Yeah. Come on over and have a look. Detail’s better on this monitor than the big one.” He could smell the sea on Sonny’s faded green Henley as he came around the desk. Slipping his Ray Bans into the collar of his shirt, Sonny leaned in and stared for a long moment. “There’s something about that dude. Can’t quite pin it down, though. Something familiar.” “Yeah. Try this one.” Rico clicked the mouse and brought up the next image. The same one Stan had reacted to. Sonny stared for a long moment. “Hector Rendozo. Went by Hank in ’88 and ’89.” Rico snapped his fingers. “Now I remember the chump. Looks like he’s bulked up a bit since then.” “Prison weight rooms do that for you.” Sonny grinned. “He got busted back in ’89.” “Yeah. By me.” Rico shook his head. “So why’s he looking for Burnett?” “I arranged the transport, but wasn’t in on the bust. Maybe he’s looking to start up again now that he’s out. I thought he landed a dime sentence.” “There’s always good behavior.” “Or something.” Sonny frowned. “I’ll just have Robbie keep an eye out. Once he finds out Burnett’s out of the game odds are old Hank will drift off looking for other runners.” “Yeah.” Rico kept staring at the picture, annoyed at first that he hadn’t recognized Rendozo right off. But ’89 had been a busy year, and Rendozo had been a chump player. Scraps from the Mendoza table if he remembered right. “I don’t remember Hank running with anyone special.” “Some cousin maybe.” Sonny chuckled. “Hell, they all have cousins. Anyhow, about this visitor out by Charlie 3.” “Yeah.” Rico slid the pictures over as Sonny settled down in the chair on the other side of the desk. “Jimmy Campbell. Our favorite chump from the Post. He had their usual clutter of cameras and then this.” He pointed to the picture of the boom mic. “Stan says it’s tan Ford grade. Expensive as hell and hard to get. He also said the Post had a change of ownership a few months back. He thinks narco money but isn’t sure. I’ve got Mindy looking into it. And Campbell, too.” Sonny leaned back in the chair, and Rico could see his eyes shifting into their strange middle distance focus. The Burnett focus. “I never got why the Post was so interested in us from the get. Come to think of it, I think they had a thing for Cait, too. Always trying to smear her. Even before I came into the picture.” “I’ll have Mindy check that, too. With Trudy helping out now those two should knock it out in no time.” “Good. Did you talk to Stan about coming on full-time?” “He’s interested, I think. But he wants to talk it over with Lester and it would be more of a contract kinda thing. He doesn’t want to give up his business.” “Yeah. I get that. Last thing I’d want to do is take that away from Stan. Call it exclusive retainer or whatever.” He shook his head, and Rico saw the eyes shift focus again. “But we can’t get too deep down this one, Rico. The new wing’s important, and the expansion after that. Money’s not a problem, not after Jenny showed me the budget and state of the foundation.” He chuckled. “It’s all Greek to me, but it makes sense to her. But we gotta stay focused on that. No matter how many warnings Jenny gets.” “I hear you, partner. Hired another female guard today. She’s a former MP and bumped heads with that asshole sergeant in Miami-Dade Robbery. That means once she’s trained we’ll have enough females to staff the new wing properly.” “I know that’s a pain in the ass, but I think Dr. Sanchez is right. After what some of the girls who will be on that wing have been through…” “Better to keep the men away. I ain’t arguing there, partner. Just makes it harder to staff with our standards.” Rico felt some of the old anger rising. “But I ain’t lowering standards an inch. And if that means I have to have one or two men on that wing to hit the target…” “I know, Rico. And I got your back. Catalina knows the score, even if she likes to forget it from time to time. I think she forgets sometimes that pimps see these girls as property, and some of ‘em aren’t shy about trying to reclaim their property.” They spent the next half-hour going over the security projections for the next year. Finally Sonny stretched and shook his head. “Sounds like you got things under control, Rico.” “So long’s we move slow and steady I can keep up quality hiring.” He grinned. “Seems like we got a rep with local agencies now. Thing is we gotta watch out for the chumps with records or who got kicked off a force for one reason or another. Every batch of applications I get has at least two or three like that, and it’s goin’ up as budgets get cut.” “Let me know if it starts getting tight. I’d rather slow things down than stretch things too far and have some kind of problem. Keep me in the loop about that Post thing, too. I’ll drop by Legal before I head out and make sure they’re on top of the trespass filings and restraining order.” He smiled. “And tell Gina she might be fielding some nasty calls for a few days once they start screaming about ‘freedom of the press’ and all that.” Rico nodded. It all made sense, but Sonny mentioning Jenny got his mind working again. He needed to be on his game now, and in a world that was dramatically different now that he didn’t have a badge. “We’ll handle it, Sonny.” “Never had a doubt, Rico. I’ll be by tomorrow for the staff meeting and then we can hammer out the details of the contract between us and Roach Sweepers.” Left alone with the hissing HVAC, Rico turned and looked out the window at the manicured grounds. It was after two, so he knew somewhere in the building Mindy and Trudy were putting their heads together to work on the problem he’d handed them. Still, he couldn’t shake one thing. Turning back to his monitor he opened the picture Stan had enhanced and stared at it again. Hector Rendozo. What the hell is it about that chump that seems so damned familiar? He kept staring at the blurry, pixilated face on the screen. What the hell is it?

He wore a different hat. But it was this guy in "Theresa," wearing Crockett's hat from "Calderone's Return" pt 2.

Little Prince: (1984) "The saddest thing is an uptown junkie. They're only into it because they hurt so much inside." As with its two predecessors this one also starts out with lots of day/night shots of junkies, pimps and hookers on the street and after a drug bust which could have gone wrong Crockett and Tubbs comes Gina and Trudy to the rescue with Frankie Goes To Hollywood blastin' in the backround. At the scene they locate the son of one of the wealthiest men in Miami and soon begins linking him up with some nasty business. I liked this one. It was not great but still better than the three episode before. After a short break of forgettable episodes this one brings back the music, look and vibe that is Miami Vice. Little Prince also made me a fan of the great Todd Rundgren with the haunting scene where they play the song .The only thing that bugs me about this episode are the audio when the play Autograph - Turn up the radio, as the sound is very low and I love the song from Vice City. 7/10