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Don’t forget Jan Hammer

Jan Hammer must have thought the same thing, like: “man, I gotta make great music all the way through this or someone might change the channel”.

I really want to enjoy "Bushido" but it always bores the hell out of me. The pre-credits scene is awesome and I like the final confrontation "Surf's up Pal" but the rest is very dry and underwritten. The premise of Castillo protecting his old friend's wife and kid seems cool but they should've kept C&Ts with Castillo at all times, He can't carry a whole episode by himself. That one felt like when Fat Bastard stole Austin Powers' Mojo, Someone stole MV's mojo

HA! I love Tim Truman's score. It may not be the original vibe, but in my opinion it fits perfectly with the overall melancholic tone of season 5 and the burned out Crockett character. Things were not the same after the Burnett arc - cause they couldn't be. And the difference in the score underlines that, even if it may not have been deliberate or was forced by Jan's departure. When I listen to Tim's stuff, I instantly drift into a contemplative, sort of S5 mood if you will, for me his work has a certain depth. Don't get me wrong - Jan Hammer's work will always be unrivaled and played an essential part in creating the unique, original vibe of show.

Bad language is not necessarily banned but we like to keep posts in good taste whenever possible.

I too love this film and have no problem watching it again and again. This reunion was great to see.

That was fast. Lethal Weapon is correct.

Robocop! Geez I finally got one here!

This is one of those shows I've been meaning to watch for a long time but never got around to it. There's so many great shows out there that it's not humanly possible to see them all. Movies are way more manageable. I saw Blue Velvet and Wild at Heart for the first time a couple weeks ago and they were.. interesting. They were really good but weird AF.

Jim Jarmusch is great. I really like “Stranger Than Paradise”, “Dead Man”, and “Coffee & Cigarettes”. I need to see “Mystery Train”! I instantly think of Elvis’s song of the same name. Great song.

"It's okay. I'm a cop. Trust me, I've been doing this for eleven years"

It had been a gradual process, but the small shed near the parking pad had become the place Martin Castillo left his old life. Built from concrete blocks, it was strong enough to withstand a hurricane and secure enough to suit his needs. He still kept a tuned .45 in the main house, but the majority of his weapons now lived in the shed. Even with air conditioning, the humidity of South Florida demanded he tend to to the weapons regularly. With Trudy at Caitlin’s House teaching one of her art classes he figured today was as good a day as any. Stepping out into the clinging heat, he made the short walk from the porch to the shed and keyed in the door code. He had time before Sonny and Jenny arrived, and this was something he still preferred to do alone. The big Smith & Wesson Model 29 drew his attention first, followed by a well-used XM-177E2 carbine still sprayed with faded black stripes. The sharp tang of solvent bit his nose as he looked at both weapons in the glaring light thrown by the humming ceiling fluorescent fixture. In many ways they marked turning points in his life, points of decision he’d barely understood at the time and still didn’t totally comprehend. One from his life in Laos, the other from the time when he’d stepped away from DEA and joined Metro-Dade. The wall racks held other weapons, some pistols, others knives, a few blades of various length and manufacture. He’d get to them, but he always started with the big magnum and the battered carbine. Wearing an old fatigue top with the sleeves cut off, jeans, and hair longer than it had been during his entire time with Metro-Dade, Castillo sometimes felt himself slipping back into earlier days. Days when he might have seen Ti Ti or Gus coming out of the foliage around the house, or Jess riding the waves just beyond the swaying palms. Reaching out, he pulled the carbine from the rack and carried it to the workbench against the far wall. His cleaning ear was laid out in precise lines, rods next to patches close to the Hoppe’s. With a practiced motion he hit the magazine release, dropping the loaded thirty-round mag to the bench top. Routines needed to be followed. He was just slamming the loaded magazine back into the carbine when he heard tires crunching over gravel along with the familiar whine of a Ferrari engine. Still, he took a moment. Closing his eyes. Centering himself. Pulling his mind back to South Florida and away from Laos. Only then did he set the carbine down and step out into the sunlight again. Jenny was all smiles as she jumped out of the black convertible, her thick hair flowing in the heavy air like liquid gold. “Martin! Thanks for letting us stop by.” “You two are always welcome. Remember that.” He smiled. You couldn’t help but smile when Jenny was in one of those moods. “It’s good to see you.” Sonny shut off the car and climbed out, pushing his own longer hair away from his face. “You’d think we’d both gone all hippy or something.” “Maybe we did.” “Yeah. You never know, do you?” He reached out, offering his hand. “Good to see you, Marty.” He nodded toward the shed. “Work day?” “You could say that.” He shook the offered hand, feeling Crockett’s strength in the grip. “If you don’t oil them, they rust.” “That’s why I went stainless steel. Less hassle.” Then Sonny’s eyes changed. “You been seeing them, too?” “What?” “Ghosts.” “A few.” He smiled again as Jenny touched his arm. “We’re old friends now.” “Sonny’s had his, too.” She looked into his eyes, searching. “Not the same, though. Yours are just checking in.” He nodded without speaking. Jenny’s moods flowed like quicksilver, reminding him all too often of some of the Hmong shamen up in the mountains. Strange little men with eyes that were either empty or full of the secrets of the universe. She even spoke like them. But he’d leaned long ago to trust without questioning. “That’s good to know. Why don’t we go into the house? I’ll make tea and we can talk on the deck.” There was a hint of a breeze on the deck. Just enough to shift the air and bring the tang of the ocean up to their noses. Jenny insisted on making the tea, leaving him and Sonny alone on the deck. He suspected that was her plan. “How are things at the House? I know Trudy’s enjoying working with the girls. It was good of you to think of her for that.” “Least I can do. Anyhow, I think they need her just as much as she needs them.” Sonny smiled, and Castillo could see the pain in his friend’s eyes behind the smile. “What’s really on your mind?” “I could never fool you, Marty. Jenny’s got one of her feelings again. This time she says it’s Caitlin warning something bad is going to happen. Not long after that some bozo shows up at Sanctuary asking about Burnett.” This time there was light in Sonny’s smile. “The bozo I ain’t worried about. Some old collar of Tubbs’ who might just be looking for a way back in the game. But the other…” “Yes. Her feelings are hard to ignore.’ Just like the Hmong back in the highlands. “Is it anything specific?” “Yeah. She thinks it’s trouble about the House.” Sonny looked out toward the sound of the waves. “She doesn’t quite come out and say it, but that’s how it feels to me. And we did have another one of those scumbags from the Post try to get in again. Only difference is this time he had a boom mic Stan said is FBI-grade.” “Did he say what he was after?” “Naw. They never do. Just start spouting First Amendment and wrapping themselves in the flag. We trespassed his ass and got a restraining order. And I had Tubbs boost security in that area. We’re also gonna do another audit and see where we have gaps that can be filled.” “You’re doing everything you can do.” Castillo let the sound of the unseen waves wash through him. Focusing his thoughts. “Based on what we can see. It’s what we can’t see that is concerning.” “You mean ghosts?” “No. Other adversaries. Our condition has changed, Sonny. We’re no longer lawmen able to shelter behind the badge and the courts. We’re private citizens now. That makes us easier to find. Easier to target.” “So you’re saying I should worry about the guy from Robbie’s.” “No. He’s not a major player. You’d remember him if he was. We were successful cops, Sonny. That means we made many enemies. Look how many tried to settle old scores with us even when we were cops. Now that we’re not…” “We’re easier targets. I get it.” “And our situation is more…complicated. We have enemies inside the force as well as outside it. Many of them are retired now, too, but some are still on the force.” “And they have long memories. Yeah, I get that too. So you think Jenny’s picking up on all that?” “No. But it means there could be many threats to us. And…” “And she hasn’t been wrong yet.” Sonny finished Castillo’s thought. “But I keep going back to that bozo Campbell from the Post. Where the hell did they get the money and the access to lay their grubby paws on gear like that mic? Campbell’s a nobody with no track record of axes to grind. The Post did get bought by a series of shell companies that lead right back to the heart of Cocaine Country, but that doesn’t fully explain it.” He paused. “Do you think the Company…” “No. They’re aware of our insurance, and for them the risk far outweighs any reward.” “Yeah. Hanging onto copies of all those files was a damned good idea. And with the money some of those cartels have buying one of those mics could have been done with petty cash.” “Yes. They can also buy information the same way.” Castillo shook his head. “How is the expansion going?” Jenny rejoined them just as Sonny finished telling Castillo about the new contracts. “…but I’m gonna ditch this bunch for the next phase. Too much of a pain to work with.” Jenny nodded, handing each man a cup of green tea. “And some of their crew makes the girls uncomfortable.” “Be sure to let Rico know. We’ll have them removed from the site.” Sonny shook his head. “I didn’t know that before.” “I only found out today. One of the girls told me when I was out with them on Vellamo.” “I’ll let Rico know now. Give me a second.” Turning, Sonny pulled out his phone and stepped back toward the house to make his call. Castillo smiled. “What did you want to tell me?” “I should never try to fool you, Martin.” She smiled and sipped her tea. “He told you about the warning?” “Yes. But there’s more to it.” “Yes. I mean…kind of. Caitlin didn’t know many of Sonny’s enemies, did she?” “No. They weren’t together long enough for that.” “So it almost has to be someone from her past. Someone who wants to get even with her.” “Yes. But I didn’t know her that well. Did you ask Angie?” “Yes. She said ‘little Blondie’…that’s what she calls me…was talking crazy.” Jenny paused. “But I think she knows something, Martin. She just doesn’t want to tell me.” “Angie is…complicated.” Castillo debated telling Jenny what he’d learned when he dug into the big woman’s background. No…this isn’t the right time. “Know that she was always loyal to Davies and now you and Crockett.” “But loyal isn’t always the same as trusting.” She smiled. “I know there’s more to it, and you’ll tell me when you’re ready.” “Davies was going to testify against powerful people. Powerful in their industry, at least. And that industry has ties to others that aren’t as legitimate. I think she disturbed a lot of plans, and some of those people have long and bitter memories.” “And you think they might…” “I don’t know.” Castillo barely tasted his tea as his mind looked back. “I know nothing about the music industry. We got the case because the DA wanted to curry favor with the U.S. Attorney, and I gave the assignment to Crockett because he was pushing too hard on another case.” His smile was thin. “I had no idea he’d end up falling in love. But we never knew the full details of the case. Only that she was a cooperating witness who needed to be protected until the trial.” She nodded. “He told me about that. And about Hackman.” “Yes.” Another mistake I should have prevented. Hackman should have died in the executioner’s chair. “Don’t blame yourself, Martin. No one can protect Sonny from himself.” Castillo nodded, then turned as Sonny came back to their side of the deck. “Did you get things taken care of with Tubbs?” “Yeah. He’d been hearing stuff from his people anyhow, so this just sealed the deal. Told him to run checks on all the workers if that’s what it takes. We might have to, anyhow, if that damned reporter keeps at it. Next thing he’ll likely try is slipping someone in that way.” “Or bribing a guard. Or one of the staff.” “Yeah. We’re on that, too. As much as we can be, anyhow.” Sonny shook his head. “We pay pretty well and everyone there is dedicated to the mission. But yeah, I remember Scotty Wheeler all too well, Marty. And Gorman. But we also can’t polygraph every employee every day.” “No. So you control the ones who are temporary and minimize the risk with the others. It’s a good plan. And Tubbs is a good judge of people.” “Yeah. And our doctors are pretty good about that, too.” Sonny shrugged. “In the end we just do the best we can and hope for the best, right?” Jenny nodded and touched their arms. “Why don’t we walk by the ocean? It will clear our heads.” Castillo set his empty cup down and smiled. “It’s a good time. The tide’s starting to come in.” Good surfing time. Jess always said the sea air now was good for the soul. Gordon Wiggins was thankful for his sunglasses. It kept Arthur Haskell from seeing the anger in his eyes. “If that’s the best you can do, Arthur, I’d suggest you start pricing out your organs so you can settle now.” It was hot outside the courthouse, and he could feel sweat starting to bead in the hollow of his spine. “Watkins assured me he’d gone through all their discovery filings.” “And you trusted that imbecile? Good God, man! You’ve slipped more than I thought.” And if I didn’t need your bloody contacts I’d wash my hands of you right now. But I can’t. “Don’t get all high and mighty with me, Gordon. Who’s been walking free the last few years?” “Point taken, Arthur. But that doesn’t help us now, does it?” Taking the man by the arm, Wiggins led him away from the front steps and into the shade. “Any luck with those contacts of yours?” “Some. I’ve got numbers for two or three. I’m going to start calling this afternoon. After I read Watkins the riot act.” Wiggins nodded, letting the man prattle on about his younger partner. It gave him time to organize his own thoughts and sort through what he’d learned. His time in the library had been productive, more so than he’d thought it would be at first. As expected there hadn’t been much on Davies aside from a wedding announcement and some scattered coverage in the gossip rags about her and this Burnett. But Frank Hackman had been a different story. In more ways than one. Hackman’s trial had been a sensation, and his sentence commutation by the governor even more so. Digging back through, following the man’s record of violent home invasions, his killing of a cop in front of his family, and all the publicity around both the trial and the clemency proceedings, one name kept coming up. James ‘Sonny’ Crockett. He’d been the partner of the cop Hackman had killed, one of the key witnesses at his trial, and, later, the one man pushing for the governor to set aside Hackman’s conviction and halt his execution. Even now Wiggins had to smile as he recalled the details. This Hackman had been good. No question. Anyone who could con a seasoned cop had to be good. And of course Hackman had returned to his old patch once he got organized and started in again. The press was rife with speculation about his involvement in the Davies murder, fed by numerous ‘unofficial’ sources in the police, and after a decent interval the man turned up dead on one of those small Caribbean islands with good hotels and no extradition services. The kind of place Wiggins had in mind once he finished his business in Miami. Wiggins had been a decent courtroom attorney early on, and it didn’t take much to connect the dots. The only thing connecting Hackman and Caitlin was a man who went by the name Sonny. Different last names, but Wiggins knew people who changed names more frequently than they changed their socks. It was part of his business. So he was confident Sonny Burnett and Sonny Crockett were the same person. When to share that, or if he should share it at all, was the problem now. “You aren’t paying a damned bit of attention to what I’m saying, Gordon.” “Of course I am, Arthur. Of course I am. You were complaining about friend Watkins. I quite agree. The man could be a problem. I trust you’re not telling him of our plans.” “Him? No. He’d fuck up a wet dream if it was up to him. I’ll know more once I speak with my contacts.” Lines appeared on Haskell’s forehead. “But there’s no telling how many of them are in prison or otherwise out of contact.” “Of course, Arthur.” Wiggins slipped into his ‘soothing’ voice, deciding at the same time to see if any of the people he knew had contacts of use. He suspected he knew the answer, but a few discrete questions would do. Then he thought back to something he’d seen going through the papers. “Do you know anyone on the Post?” “That rag?” Haskell snorted. “Of course I do. Can’t be a good defense attorney in this town without knowing at least one of the people on their staff.” “They seem to have a special interest in Caitlin’s House. It might behoove us to find out why.” “I’ll make some calls. But after their change in ownership I might not have the pull I used to.” “Change?” “Yes. The way I heard it, one of those ‘businessmen’ from Bolivia or somewhere bought it for one of his mistresses. They had a bit of turbulence in the upper ranks after that. I’ll see if my old contacts are still there, and if they want to do business if they still are.” Haskell’s smile was thin. “Some of that turbulence seemed to involve alligators, or so I was told.” “Of course. Our friends down South have their own…unique…approach to personnel matters.” Wiggins shifted, squinting through his sunglasses. It was time to get out of the humidity. “Call me when you learn something. I shall, of course, do the same for you.” Turning away from the building and the sweating face of Haskell, he waved for a cab. The sooner he got back to the hotel and a decent drink the better he’d feel. And he still owed himself that for solving the mystery of Sonny Burnett. Now he just needed to finish it. Stan Switek looked over at Lester Franz and grinned. “You still seeing that girl from Miami-Dade? Nikki, isn’t it?” Lester grinned and turned a light red under his dark beard. “Yeah…guess you could say that. She moved in with me last week.” “Well high five, man!” Stan lifted his hand and waited for Lester to smack his palm. They were sitting across from each other in the small workroom attached to the main security office in Caitlin’s House…something Rico had insisted on so they could repair and adjust gear without having to waste time taking it somewhere else. “Didn’t know it was gettin’ that serious. Guess I should have, since you asked her to one of your DJ Tango Foxtrot shows.” “Yeah. And she likes the beard.” Stan scratched his chin. “So does Gina. I was thinking about shaving, and she threatened me with one of those blue suede shoes.” “You still have those things?” “Hell, yes! Got the certificate of authenticity and everything. If you think I’m gonna part with a pair of shoes the King himself sweated in, you got another thing comin’, partner.” Grinning, Lester looked back down at the camera guts on the workbench in front of him. “Still can’t figure out why this one shut down. Got a couple more tests to run, but we might have just gotten a bad one out of the box.” He waited a moment. “So what do you think of that offer Rico made?” “I asked you first, man.” Stan smiled. He’d made up his mind the night before after talking with Gina. “But yeah, I like it. Gina and I are thinkin’ about starting a family, and a steady gig like this is something you don’t sneeze at.” “Yeah. Now that I’m with Nikki I’m starting to get that. I don’t know how much longer she’s going to stay on the force, and a deal like that would give us some stability so she didn’t have to take the first mall cop job that came along. That and…” “It’s like getting the band back together.” Stan looked up from his own pile of electronic entrails. “That’s a big part of what made me like it. It ain’t all of Team Elvis, but it’s not a bad start.” “You ever hear from those two knuckleheads?” “Yeah. Randy mostly. You know Dave. Why use one word when none will do? Anyhow, Randy said they’re comin’ down for some conference next week. Wanted to know if our table reservation’s still standing at Sanctuary.” “Cool. It’ll be good to see them again. It’s been what? Over a year?” “At least.” Stan let his mind wander back to that last party they’d had. Or what he remembered of that last party. “Well, well.” Lester’s voice went all serious. “I think I found our problem.” “Factory flaw?” “If you count getting shot by what looks like a high-velocity pellet gun as a factory flaw, then yes.” Lester peered down at the camera parts, pointing with his small screwdriver. “See? Right where the wires leave the box? Someone shot this when it was at the far end of its arc. And in just the right spot to kill the feed but not stop the camera’s motion.” “Avoiding an alarm.” Stan finished the thought, looking down at the part. “You think it was random? Some kid out there taking potshots at birds?” “Don’t see how. It’s a direct hit on that wire cluster. There’s always a chance, but…” “Assume it’s intention. Yeah, I agree. What sector was that one in?” “Our old friend Charlie 3.” “Campbell didn’t have a pellet gun on him, but maybe he brought one back. When did they pull that camera?” “Yesterday.” Lester looked at the log sheet. “Looks like they noticed the feed was off about an hour into the third shift. Video shows it was off for ten minutes before it was noticed. Of course it was just after shift change so they were making the rounds and all.” “Yeah. We’ll need to add an alarm for that.” “Simple. I’ll reprogram the system. Take me about five minutes.” Lester shook his head. “But I don’t get what’s so important about that sector.” “It’s the easiest one to get close to? Or maybe that moron just has a fetish for one of the trees out there.” Stan shrugged. “Hell, I don’t know. But we gotta find a way to cover it. Maybe a pole camera set back inside the grounds to watch the other cameras? Let’s work it out once we get the system set. I do wish we could pin this on that assclown Campbell, though. I’d love to send the Post a bill for the camera.” “You and me both, Stan. At least with the restraining order we can have him arrested if he tries it again.” “Yeah, but somethin’ about his act still bothers me. Why is he so set on this place? It’s no celeb rehab center. None of these girls have anyone who cares about ‘em except for maybe a pimp who looks at them as a source of income. That’s what bugs me. What the hell does that little worm get out of this? Or the Post, even?” “Good question, Stan. And one you and me can’t answer.” “I know, Lester. I know. Hard to stop bein’ a cop some days, isn’t it?” Stan shook his head and got to his feet. “Let’s get that computer stuff taken care of and then get back to this. I want that sector tight before we do anything else.” It was well after dark before Sonny turned the Daytona into the familiar parking spot at the marina and walked down to Tranquility. It had been a long afternoon after he’d dropped Jenny off at the boat and headed back to the House, and the drive back had let him think quite a bit of it through. He was glad Stan and Lester had agreed to the contract, though he was worried about what they’d found with the cameras. He had the same question they did...why the hell was Campbell so interested in that part of the perimeter, and in Caitlin’s House in general? He agreed with Stan and Lester. There wasn’t any kind of celebrity angle, and the House was one of the most successful rehab centers in the area. What about that would draw in the Post in general and Campbell in particular? But he also knew he didn’t have much time to worry about it. The renovations were about to start, followed by the actual expansion. He needed to stay focused on that, and let Rico deal with the security problems. If there was one thing he’d learned from the Task Force it was he couldn’t do everything himself. He had the right people in the right places…now he just had to get out of their way and let them do their work. Nodding to one of the old guys who were living out their days on their boats, he looked down the dock and smiled. Flickering in the stern of Tranquility was a single candle. Back when she still tied up Vellamo, she’d taken to lighting a candle on either her boat or the St. Vitus Dance so he’d know where she was when he came home. Now it just meant she was there waiting for him. And instead of being in the open seating area the candle was in one of the stern ports. Tranquility was big enough to carry a Zodiak inflatable, and Sonny usually kept one on the boat rack blocking the stern rail. He could see Jenny in the cockpit as he got close, her trim body highlighted by the bug-shrouded fluorescent lights of the dock. She was standing, looking out toward the thin line of red marking the far horizon. Clearing his throat, he grabbed the gangplank rail. “Permission to come aboard?” “Of course, silly. I was just thinking is all.” She smiled, reaching out for him as soon as he got close enough to touch. “How did the afternoon go?” “You didn’t miss anything. Just a whole bunch of staring at contracts and going over stuff I have to pretend to understand. Rico’s got security covered, and with Stan and Lester contracted on the payroll I feel a hell of a lot better about how we look from that side.” He stepped down into the cockpit, feeling the tug of his Smith & Wesson CS45 in its ankle holster. Smaller than the Detonics, he’d switched to it about the same time he stopped wearing a shoulder holster. It was still a .45 ACP, and accurate as hell. “The crews should start in the next couple of days, and then it’ll be a matter of checking them every day just in case the Post tries to slip someone past us.” “Why are they so interested?” “I’ve got Mindy and Trudy working on that. It’s almost like we got the Task Force together again. And with Dave and Randy coming in next week maybe we are.” “It will be good to see them again.” She ran her palm along his chest before turning back to the water. “Did Martin seem distracted to you?” “Castillo’s always distracted.” Sonny chuckled, then touched her shoulder. “Not really, darlin’. He seemed more like a man who realized he has to slow down and don’t quite know how to do it. I got to thinking about some of the stuff Tex said. It’s hard to make a warrior, sure. But I think it’s even harder to stop bein’ one. Especially if it’s all you’ve ever known. Marty’s been at war of some kind of another since the early ‘60s. Cuba, civil rights, Vietnam, Laos, all that. It’s been hard for me to step back. Hell, I can’t begin to imagine what it’s gotta be like for him. Even with Trudy.” “I want to help him, Sonny.” “I know. So do I. But the best way we can do that is just by bein’ there. You can’t push in on Castillo.” Touching her shoulder, he turned her to face him and kissed her lightly on the lips. “I’m gonna go below. Maybe have a beer before bed. I sure would like some company.” Her smile let up her eyes. “So would I, Sonny.” Later he lay awake in the king-sized berth, hearing her steady breathing beside him in the darkness. He could feel the sea moving outside Tranquility’s hull, its restlessness equalling his own. Sighing, he eased out of bed and walked on bare feet to the gangway leading topside. Maybe some stars will do the trick. A light breeze pushed in from the water, bringing the sharp tang of salt to his nose. Stepping around coiled lines, Sonny made his way to the wheel and rested his arms on the polished brass, feeling the cool metal under his skin. Fighting down the urge to light a Lucky Strike. Or worse yet reach for the bottle of Black Jack. In some ways he missed the certainty of being a cop. No matter how many twists and turns it took, it was always a straight line from case to case. You solved it or you didn’t, and in either case you moved on to the next one. This was…different. Like walking along a boobytrapped path back in Nam, you never quite knew what to expect when you took that next step. Ears straining for the click of a pressure plate or the slight snag of a tripwire on clothing. He’d only patrolled the bush a handful of times, but the same fear existed in the towns and villes along the main roads. Looking up, he could barely see the stars, swallowed up by the blaze of light that marked Miami. Unlike Rico he’d always been ambivalent about the city…any city in point of fact. But the more it grew, the less he liked it. Too many people. Too many things to track. Too many ways shit could go south with no warning. But he couldn’t leave. Not with Caitlin’s House still undone. Shrugging, he turned to look away from the neon. It was Hector’s fault, really. Maybe not Hector personally, but the reminder of the past he represented. In the old days Sonny would have put on his Burnett suit and tracked the bastard down. Tossed him in a corner and pinned him with that empty Burnett stare. Go directly to the source of the problem and sort it out. Or have Stan and Lester put a box around the idiot. Tap his phones, follow him, do what it took to find out what the hell he was up to. But now, he had none of that. Just the almost fake star of a reserve officer and his carry permits. All fine once the shooting started, but useless before. “Did you want company?” Her voice was thick with sleep, and he was pretty sure she was either naked or wearing one of his old t-shirts. “Sure, darlin’. I’ll be right down. Just couldn’t sleep is all.” “I must be losing my touch.” “Naw.” He smiled, hiding a wince as he shifted and felt the scratches on his back pull. “Not a bit of it. I just…I don’t know. Mind won’t stop workin’, I guess.” He looked out over the water again. “Guess it’s more I know how they feel now.” “Who?” “The normal guys. The ones who see dealers on their corners and can’t do a thing about it. The ones who had to wait for us to show up and then wonder why we didn’t do our job.” He told her what he’d been thinking about Hector. “Now I know how they feel when they see the neighborhood bully and they can’t do a damned thing about it.” “Maybe Martin’s not the only warrior having trouble.” “Naw. It’s not that bad. I guess I just never thought about it before.” He slid his arm around her, letting his hand rest on her firm backside. “Let’s get below, darlin’. I don’t want to keep you up all night.”

Now that is a very good point! I agree 100%. Plus I would like to say I saw this film with my then girlfriend on the big screen and I laughed so hard I literally had to excuse myself before I peed my pants.

A quote from one of my favorite comedies. "What are you people, on dope?"

Lynch himself was not pleased with the film, but it is actually much better than he thinks it is. In many ways this cult classic is a fascinating film and even at times a great one. It should be of special interest to sci-fi fans in particular. For them, I would say this is a don’t miss film. It was certainly a beautiful film to watch and the special effects are stunning.

I've heard it all before, pal. Really. I have. Dumb Florida morons. I get to live the rest of my life like a schnook. Fuck, Audrey. I'm up for a nickle and all you can do is write!

I and some others have typed fuck here before to no outcry. C bombs are frowned on here though.

Warning: Language

Well it isn’t a purple lightsaber.

He was great. I think most of us identified with Cameron (Alan Ruck) more than Ferris. But of course, we all wanted to BE Ferris!

okay, matthew did a good job, but cmon....this movie success is 80% by allan...

I never get tired of Ferris Bueller, either! Great film! Great soundtrack as well! Even though Alan Ruck has gray hair and beard, it’s hard to believe he’s 63. Such a young face. He was already 29 when the film was shot.

I have the 3rd season dvd set and I got thru 5 or 6 eps before getting sidetracked. I was thoroughly engrossed, being a Lynch fan already, and I'll have to start over again. There are many great and hilarious moments throughout. We also get to see sides of MacLachlan we don't normally see, including some very dark stuff. I also have the Criterion edition of Fire Walk With Me which I highly recommend. Most of Lynch's films are in fact being reissued on Criterion these days. If only they'd do Dune...

I was gonna guess a Purina kitty chow commercial.

Alien (1979). An almost perfect horror film by Ridley Scott.

That's it! great film.

Its funny when Artie greets him in the episode "Where's Tubbs?"

Haha, that's true! But then it would end like, "it's your turn now (to get Coronavirus)."

Too bad Evan’s not around anymore. Maybe he could help this deal go through too haha

Here's another one made by yours truly...

That's correct.

I need to see this movie, solely based on this screenshot. :-)

Yes, this show definitely captures the weird and interesting of Blue Velvet and Wild at Heart. Blue Velvet, as you know, stars Kyle MacLachlan as a college student playing detective. A lot of Twin Peaks fans think his character there is really just a young version of the FBI agent he plays on Twin Peaks. Their names are different but really the same character. The show has thriller elements, comedy elements, bizarre/absurd/surreal moments, horror elements, drama/soap opera elements. It’s just fantastic. However, I think the show is only good for the first season and the first half of the second second. They shouldn’t have gone any further. They should’ve just made it as a miniseries, I think. Angelo Badalamenti’s music in the show is also very enjoyable. Quite odd for a show from 1990. This particular track has a 1940s/50s film noir/jazz vibe.

That was cool I admit and having to give a thumbs down to an episode that involves Castillo wielding a Katana pains me to do.

Jarmusch's films I like: Stranger Than Paradise Down By Law Mystery Train Night on Earth Dead Man Ghost Dog Coffee and Cigarettes Broken Flowers The Limits of Control Only Lovers Left Alive Paterson Jarmusch's films I don't like: The Dead Don't Die...but I've only seen it once.

Mystery Train directed by Jim Jarmusch Correct!

These are some of the them, that I can think of now and that I might skip. "Junk Love," "Trust Fund Pirates," "Free Verse," "Cows of October," "Free Fall," "Kill Shot." Some episodes of S5. I think S1 is almost the only flawless season to me.

Everybody's in Showbiz Baby Blues The whole Caitlin saga Amen Send Money Missing Hours Cows of October The Big Thaw Contempt of Court (what a boring episode) Vote of Confidence (another major yawn) Streetwise Afternoon Plane Heroes of the Revolution Freefall

Jan Hammer music: MV theme, MV New York Theme, Crockett´s theme, Flashback, Evan, Payback and many others songs. Tim Truman score: wwwwwwwwooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. That´s all folks.

That is true! Originally I was going to add him to my post above, but John Petersen and Tim Truman’s work was still part of the original series, too. They did their own thing, but didn’t capture the true Vice vibe Jan Hammer created.

Happy Birthday!

That's the end of Rumble Fish with Matt Dillon on the bike.

I'm thinking Mickey Rourke in "Rumble Fish"?

I think they should just leave it alone. It’s only Miami Vice if it’s got Don Johnson and Philip Michael Thomas and it takes place in the 80s.

I haven’t heard any new updates about this in a while... Let’s join hands and hope this never happens!

Could they have just ended the show after Season 3? Was that unheard of to end a show that was still in the top 30 of the year end ratings? (Considering all the key guys wanted to leave, I.e. Jan Hammer, Mann, Nicolella, DJ..etc.) DJ wanted to leave after S2, then he does S3....So why would he even agree to do S4? But then again he couldn't have known they were going to do stories involving an Alien, a Cryogenically frozen Rastafarian and Bull Semen.

Body Double! Man, that's one very entertaining movie

Just watched. Possibly one of the best films of the mid 80’s. Had it on VHS for years, after taping it off of Showtime or HBO in the late 80’s. Hadn’t seen it for at least 25 years. Although had been threatening the wife with it for about a year now. Had a night at home solo, as said wife was out for the night. (As you get older, and “second-marriager,” those nights are a special treat. I’m sure she feels the same way. Second for her as well. Just the Black Jack being honest.) SO tonight it was between Streets of Fire and Fast Times at Ridgemont High. Already watched John Wick 3. I appreciated the technical aspects of the fights and the world is almost really cool. But too much of the same bit over and over. (Sort of like what the Bourne films became. How many times will Bourne go walking around the same cities in the same clothes and same face, killing the same “local assets? Sorry I digress...) I mean, is EVERY semi-hip looking person in NYC part of the Continental-Hit man syndicate? Sorry, double digression. Anyway, STREETS of FIRE! It’s like a brilliant combination of Miami Vice and Crime Story. Yeah, Michael Pare’s Tom Cody makes William Shatner in the first Star Trek movie look positively Olivier-esque. (Holy Haleakela can you imagine if DJ had been cast as Cody? And PMT as the leader of the Sorels?!? Boggles the mind!) But the staging, the framing of every shot, the color palette with the constant grey dirt background and the absolutely VICE-Y pops of neon. Plus Olivia Brown and other Vice alums (pre-alums?) Bill Paxton and as then-named Mykel T. Williamson. And a soundtrack to KILL and DIE for. So Vice-like in that the soundtrack itself is an essential character that you can almost taste. Ry Cooder and Jimmy Iovine together... As GREAT as they are, it just-almost- barely-hardly-a-nanometer-more-to-go achieves the same brain-stabbiing, musical fusion that Jan Hammer created on Vice. Streets of Fire. Dead-eyed Michael Pare. 19 year old Diane Lane. Willem DaFoe in a leather romper. Vice actors, plus FEAR lead singer Lee Ving. SOUNDTRACK. Motorcycle, lever-action, leather-hat Amy Madigan-Hi-Power-FU. 4 and a half stars. Marco-Bob says check it out. Again.