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I'd been meaning for a while to get some good screenshots of Ali Ferrand (Vanity) from "By Hooker By Crook". She was a real knockout!

I know it but I'll let someone else have a chance. Don't want to be a trivia hog!

i see there are lot of experts out there now that's a good admin nude tits weren't allowed on the beach in 1984? she says one of the most iconic sentences ever said in cinema, and i didn't notice she played in MV. "la selva se lo llevo"

Gina and Trudy will alway be beautiful, and there are countless women that always impress throughout the series. My wife and I were talking about this subject tonight, and we agreed that Vanessa from “The Great McCarthy” (and “The Afternoon Plane”) is the winner.

I thought the exchanges between Caitlyn and Sonny were written very well. This is coming from prior law enforcement experience. Granted, I never worked undercover, and I never watched MV for its realistic portrayal of police work, but this seemed fairly accurate. As selfish as it is, most cops bottle everything inside, not sharing anything with anyone, even their closest family/friends. Getting agitated and avoiding the topic is a common defense. I thought DJ did a great job showing that. I enjoy this episode the more I've watched it. Season 4 gets a lot of flak, but it's mainly for a handful of episodes. Those episodes deserve the flak they get, but overall there's some really good stuff throughout. This episode being one of those.

Ya know after the 564th time of viewing, I noticed her mouth moving when she pulled the top up. If my lip reading was accurate it looked like she said “...oooops...sh*t.” I do hate those wardrobe malfunctions.

@timm525 I believe that’s her phone number at the bottom. Let us know how it goes!

I went once several years ago to the totally nude beach between Miami and Ft. Lauderdale. I forget the name. I was going to Ft. Lauderdale for a business trip and I told a female friend I was going. She self invited herself and said we are going to the nude beach down there! I a said oh...ok... In all honestly, after the first five minutes you don’t feel odd anymore as you realize everyone one the beach isn’t staring, pointing and laughing AT YOU! and truthfully everyone else looks just as out of shape and pathetic as you do so you just fit in. I think the impression of nude beaches is everyone there looks like folks on a porn set. Truth is, most all the folks on the beach would never be hired for a porn set. My only real tip is to wear a good sun block...

Why? Was that because your wife was smacking the crap out of you for staring?

Weird Science OOOOOHH!

Thrifty MV style here! I found this collarless white jacket at Good Will. Very lightweight. It kind of reminds me of the jacket he wore at the end of “Freefall”. The shades are hardly a Carrera or Alpine knockoff. They’re just some cheap-os but look kind of cool. The watch is my regular everyday Casio F-91W! I think Sonny wore the calculator Casio in “Golden Triangle Part 1”. This is just taking elements of Vice and putting it in my own style! I just realized the neckline on my shirt is really high because I put it on backwards.

Good one!

Just about what you'd expect from HBO. Nudity, language, etc. Probably more explicit scenes of drug usage. I'm not opposed to any of this but I like my "Vice" just the way it is thanks.

Agree to disagree with both you. However, I’ve never had a problem with Crockett’s amnesia. I’m a huge Burnett fan. I guess Sonny and Gina could have ended up together in the final episode!

I think they did the right thing not to bring Gina and Sonny together officially and they also kinda “explained” their relationship. In Nobody lives forever we learnt from a conversation Brenda-Crockett that Crockett “warned” Brenda upfront that he and Gina had a special bond and sometimes that also involved sex but it was clear from this dialogue that Crockett deemed it as a special “best friend” bond that would step back once either of them was in a relationship. Crockett was married at the beginning and both had love interest over the years in several episodes but all of them were job related not with someone they had met in their private lives. I think given all these circumstances a persistent Gina-Crockett relationship or marriage would have been to kitschy and unrealistic.... MV was not good in deep relationship explainations or its continuity (also think about Crockett & Caitlin agreeing to meet in three weeks in NYC and never following up with this until her death in Miami). In Like a hurricane Crockett somehow felt obliged to tell Gina first about his marriage with Caitlin (after not touching their relationship for 60+ episodes) and Gina responded something like “Thanks but why would I bother now?”

Happy birthday, pal! That looks like a guy in Karate wear!

If only the water had been a little warmer...

Geez man, another year gone by so quick... Happy Birthday, Jerry B.! Hope you enjoy a night out and fool the paparazzi

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!

Yep! And there’s Eddie and Louis from “Milk Run” at the game table. Plot twist: Eddie recovered from his coma after the gunshot wound!

Ya know I didn’t even notice the number the first time I read your post. I went back and was like...what’s he talking about? Something about seeing the forest for the trees. This was a distracting forest. I think this is her now in a nursing home playing twister with those.

Here's that magical video! Big thanks to @bodie for sharing. They said, "Please don't upload or share these anywhere else, they're for this community." So I don't think I'm doing any wrongdoing by reposting on this very site! It's an MP4 file. 808-742-980.mp4

And where prey tell is that “unblurred” photo you speak of? I didn’t see it. I know this is a family channel, but feel free to post it here. If Ferrariman catches you, I’ll deny everything...

Yeah. Long day. VERY long day.

Yes, I have! It is a great horror film! I love a lot of Stephen King’s work and film adaptations. I wasn’t 100% positive on your screenshot as it’s been a while since I’ve seen the movie.

Same actor again. What film is this?

Robert Rusler was in several things around that time, but I haven't seen him in anything since. Well except for some Horror's Hallowed Grounds episodes where he plays himself.

No offense taken. That definitely wouldn’t be the right thing for us, though. It would be like saying a lion is striped.

I respect that for sure! Maybe if I was young and single I wouldn’t feel uncomfortable, but being there with your wife is a little strange if you aren’t accustomed to it. At least it was for me.

Yes! You truly are the “trivia master extraordinaire”!

i read that Florida is one of the rare US place where bare chest was allowed for women. here in France (and not only) this is allowed on every beach. and personnally it doesn't bother me at all. first you need to understand that women should have the same rights than men; so when temperature is rising they should be allowed to put themselves in a bit more comfortable gear too. second honestly the beach is not uporn neither, one has to refrain a bit himself too

I personally like the balance of adult content that was allowed on network TV for MIiami Vice at the time. It lends to the innocence of my childhood (I was 6 through 10 years old when I watched the original broadcasts), and somehow adds to the heroism of the protagonists. That said, I’m certainly not “against” shows like the The Shield (TV) or The Sopranos (HBO), though. Those, for example, were really great!

I hope you enjoy the flowers

I agree with the most of you that Sonny and Gina would have been a great couple as well. I don’t know why they didn’t pursue that... If they had we probably wouldn’t have the great Sonny romance episodes like “Nobody Lives Forever”, “Theresa”, “By Hooker By Crook” and the Caitlin/Burnett saga. If there was no Caitlin would there be no Burnett trilogy? Probably? I guess he still could have become Burnett after the boat explosion incident by itself.

Happy Birthday to our very own season 5 Crockett @Jerry B.

“I still don’t get it, Jimmy.” Jake Renfro fixed the reporter with his best perplexed editor glare. “Why you got such a hard-on for that rehab place, anyhow? What’s the angle? A senator’s daughter? Dead hookers? What?” Jimmy Campbell. That’s what he called himself now. Jimmy was his name, but he’d borrowed Campbell from a can of soup. The story made him smile inside. “It’s big, boss. No senator’s daughter, but there’s big things going on in that place.” He paused for effect, his thin frame almost lost in the big chair on the other side of Renfro’s desk. “I just gotta get close enough to get it on tape or film.” Renfro waved the papers in front of his face. “You know that ain’t gonna be easy thanks to this damned restraining order. You so much as touch the fence and they can have you arrested. That’s jail, Jimmy! And I gotta say I don’t see you writing a prison romance exposé.” Jimmy scratched his chin, considering his reply. He had a number of reasons to go after Caitlin’s House; all of them personal and none of the editor’s business as far as he was concerned. “I keep hearing talk on the street, boss. Those girls? They bring ‘em in and maybe rent them out to high rollers. You know, celebs, politicians, connected people.” “You got any proof of that? We may have some money behind us now, but that lawyer they’ve got could clean us out in a heartbeat.” “That’s why I need to get at the place. So far it’s all talk. Street rumors. But I keep hearing the same ones.” Renfro nodded, and Jimmy could see rotating dollar signs in the man’s eyes. “I’ll give you a week. No more. You don’t bring me something solid forget about it and start staking out that private beach up the coast. Might be some good topless starlet shots from that one, or an abused illegal or two.” “You got it, boss.” Pushing himself out of the chair, Jimmy managed to bite back a sigh of relief. A week wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing. He’d just have to up his game. The Post’s ‘newsroom’ was little more than a collection of cubicles dropped into what might have been a sales floor at one time. It was late, and most of the staff had gone home, leaving the place to the handful of night owls chasing their own demons in their stories. Jimmy nodded to the two he passed on his way to his cubicle. They all knew each other, or at least understood each other. Dropping into his desk chair, Jimmy sighed. He’d been chasing Caitlin’s House ever since his lure girl, a pretty little hooker with the street name Angel, got run through the program and cleaned up. He’d used her to get people into compromising positions…some of his best headlines had been engineered using her. Sure, he’d smacked her around a time or two after she asked for more money, but that’s what those girls all wanted. She’d been off the streets for a week after the last time, and he’d gotten wind that her pimp, some punk called Marco, was pissed. Not that he cared. Marco was all talk and no action. But then Angel had been picked up in one of the routine hooker sweeps and sent off. That was his first pass at Caitlin’s House. He’d never really heard of the place before that. Hell, why would I? They don’t treat rich girls…just streetwalking trash. No story there. He let the thought roll through his head, grinning at his own ignorance. Losing Angel had been a blow, especially since the word was out about him and he couldn’t get another lure with her looks and ability. He started digging more out of reflex than anything else. At least until he found out who was behind the place. He’d expected to find some faceless shell company, but instead he found a ghost. Sonny Burnett. Even now the name sent a quick shiver down his spine, chased by a flash of anger. He’d never met the man, hadn’t even really seen him if he was honest, but the impact of Burnett on his life was almost beyond calculation. He was the reason Jimmy had tried to join any police force he could find in South Florida, why he’d dabbled as a PI, and then why he’d wandered into what passed for journalism. It still pissed him off thinking about it. All that time I spent, and then I basically trip over the son-of-a-bitch chasing down some hooker! Fuck me running. Opening a file drawer under his cluttered desk, he pulled out the one marked ‘Security’ and started flipping through it without really reading. He’d been through the damned thing so many times he had it more or less memorized. Every detail about the security surrounding Caitlin’s House, and he had to admit he’d seen high-security prisons that were weaker than the rehab center. But the activity kept his hands busy while his mind worked. It all started with his big sister. Back when his last name wasn’t Campbell. He’d just left high school, barely scraping through like most of the kids from his decaying neighborhood, when she lucked out and hooked up with some older dude. A rich older dude. Celeste had been working the club circuit for over a year, dating and then ditching a number of would-be players in the Miami scene. And then she hooked Oscar Carrera. Oscar. He snorted, still turning pages without seeing them. The answer to our prayers, she’d said. My ass. The man was a fat old fool. Rich, but a fool. And the son wasn’t any better. He let his mind slide back to those days, when she’d come home telling them they’d be moving into a fancy apartment soon. Just as soon as she sorted out the money. She’d convinced the old fool to marry her, and things were set. Their mother smiled and nodded, not caring where the money came from. Jimmy knew, and he knew enough even then to be worried. The drug trade wasn’t exactly stable or secure. He’d watched the whole thing unfold: the evolving feud with the Manolos, the demise of that cartel and the scramble to fill the void, and the arrival on scene of Sonny Burnett. Jimmy had still been an outsider, working here and there on the fringes of the trade. A few small deals, moving a little bit of product. Nothing big, but with the hope of eventually moving up. Especially with his sister being married to the boss. The other dealers looked at him with envy, telling him he was set for the good life. It wasn’t exactly his choice, but the money made life easy and if it was going to be handed to him he’d be a fool not to take it. Then everything changed. By chance he looked down just when he’d turned to one of the two pictures he had of Sonny Burnett. It was older, taken at a distance not long after Caitlin’s House had opened. The short ponytail was gone, but the black suit and blacker sunglasses were the same. Even now he guessed he could understand what Celeste had seen in him. The guy was a mover. No question. Her mistake had been assuming she could control him like she had Oscar and that drug-addled Miguel. He’d never risen high enough to actually meet Burnett. The closest he’d gotten was some trailer trash thug called Cliff who his sister latched onto toward the end before going back to Burnett. He’d taken an instant dislike to Cliff, with his beady, darting eyes and fast talking. But even then he’d known enough to keep his mouth shut. When the fight between Cliff and Burnett kicked off, Jimmy had gone to ground like the rest of the rank and file. Sure, some chose sides, but Jimmy chose his own and got out with what he could before the whole thing went up in smoke. Snorting, he closed the folder with a snap. The rise and fall of the Carrera organization under Burnett was the stuff of legends, but somehow the man had managed to walk away from the wreckage with his transportation business intact. Unlike his sister. She’d disappeared soon after the Carrera organization went tits up, sending an occasional postcard from places like Lauderdale, Dallas, and once even Los Angeles. Then the cards stopped. Jimmy didn’t really care. They’d never been especially close, and he figured she was a big girl now…or should be after what she’d done. But he hated what it did to his mother and his own plans for the future, and so by extension he hated Sonny Burnett. Reaching into the drawer, he pulled out his map of the area around Caitlin’s House. He’d looked at the damned thing so many times he saw it in his sleep, but reviewing the map was sort of a ritual now. He’d monitored their radios enough to know the code names for most sections of fence, and his eyes narrowed as he looked at Charlie 3. It was the one section with a good view of the house’s long second floor balcony and the wide windows of Burnett’s office. He’d pieced that together by buying drinks for workers who’d done some of the renovations. It killed his expense account, but gave him a better idea of what the place looked like on the inside. But that didn’t help him get through the place’s security. That was the piece of the puzzle he couldn’t break. He’d worked around tough security before, anything from cut-rate celebrity ‘security’ to the Secret Service…he was still drawing on the royalties he’d collected for a series of nudie shots of a Senator’s twenty year old daughter poolside in their Miami compound. Burnett’s security made the Secret Service look like mall cops at a cut-rate Kmart. But that was part of the draw. He’d want to get in even if Burnett wasn’t there. He was like the cherry on top of a sundae. Usually the weak spot was people, but Burnett knew that, too. Jimmy had never seen such a collection of former cops in one place. And none of them were Miami-Dade rejects. He’d been smart enough not to approach them himself, not after seeing a stringer from the Herald get decked trying to bribe one off-duty. But he’d gotten pictures of a few and used his contacts to pull some information. Former State Police. Ex-military. Former Marshal’s Service. All heavy hitters. Still, he knew it wouldn’t take much. A conversation that could be massaged into something else. A photo you could hang a lurid caption under. One of the most important things he’d learned from Renfro and the old timers at the Post was how to skirt the law when it came to that kind of thing. You didn’t tamper with the recording or the picture. Amateurs did that. Instead you turned it into something it wasn’t…or something it might be. And now he had a deadline. One week to produce or else. Turning off the flickering neon desk lamp, Jimmy sat in the gloom for a moment before leaving. Listening to the click of computer keys as the handful of lost souls still in the building worked on their stories or their suicide notes. Sometimes, Jimmy knew, they were the same thing. Hector Rendozo’s head hurt. He slowly opened his eyes, looking up at the popcorn ceiling in his hotel room and once again swearing off vodka in all its forms. It might have been a good night, and from what he remembered it was, but the morning was going to be hell. At least there wasn’t a girl in the bed. With this kind of hangover the last thing he needed was some girl wanting to talk. Rolling over, he closed his eyes and willed the room to stop spinning before opening them again and sitting up in bed. The red numbers on the room’s bedside clock told him it was after one in the afternoon. “Glad I ain’t got nowhere to be,” he muttered as he eased himself out of bed. After a shower, coffee, and a handful of aspirin he felt like he could leave the room without embarrassing himself. Reaching into his pants pocket, he found the number the older lawyer had given him and headed down to the lobby pay phones. It was harder for cops to trace calls from them, and old habits died hard with Hector. The lawyer answered on the fourth ring, and Hector didn’t give him time to ramble. “Checking in. You got anything for me?” There was a pause, and then recognition. “Hank. Yes, I think we do. I need to check something on it first, though. Can you meet tonight at the same place?” “Yeah, I suppose so.” “Good. And Hank? We may need to move quickly on this.” “Sure.” He hung up without waiting for a reply, leaning against the side of the booth for a moment to steady his body and mind. “Damned vodka,” he muttered again as he headed for the elevators. Back in his room he turned on the TV and flopped in one of the chairs where he could see both the screen and the balcony door. He kept the volume low, the images flickering on the screen more of a distraction for his mind than anything he cared to watch. He’d learned in prison he did some of his best thinking this way. The more he thought about it, the more he didn’t want to wait for whatever stunt Miguel had in mind. Even if the suits were good with waiting, and from the panic in Haskell’s voice he didn’t think they were, Miguel’s man was a player he didn’t control. Hell, he barely controlled Ramon and one person like that was all he felt like managing. And then there was Cooper or whoever he really was. No, they needed another way. Maybe the suits would have something, but he doubted it would be solid. And he wouldn’t control it. He knew with Sonny Burnett involved he’d get one shot at Cooper. So he had to make it count. Then there was the question of money: the million dollars the suits had promised. Even if it was only half-true, that kind of cash wasn’t something you walked away from. Not without a fight at least. And even if it turned out to be only a few grand it was still more than he had right now. Seed money he could multiply ten or twenty-fold with a couple of good deals and maybe a fast move or two. His eyes lost focus as he stared out the window, watching white clouds scuttle across a clean blue sky. Miguel had it half-right trying to sneak someone into the place. But staff were watched too closely, and screened too hard before they became staff. With the security they had, one blip would mean you were out and the next person on the list got a call to come in. But the patients…they were trying to keep them in and away from outside contact. Sitting up straight, he tried to remember what he’d read about the place. How girls got sent there. Shaking his head, he got to his feet and headed for the door. His hangover was gone. The hotel had one of those “business centers,” a fancy name for a room with a few computers and a copy machine or two. Hector took one of the computers toward the back of the room and punched in the hotel password. He’d learned more than a bit about computers while he was inside - one of the only good things about doing time - and it paid off now. One search command later he was looking at the home page of Caitlin’s House, its logo splashed across a picture of the big white house and the ocean beyond. He skipped the crap about programs and support, and even ignored the staff bios. He knew all they’d talk about there were the doctors and other shit. Instead he pointed the mouse cursor at the heading titled ‘entry’ and clicked. The screen flickered and changed to a wall of text, broken up by what looked to be ‘before’ and ‘after’ pictures of girls who’d been through the House. A blurb near the top said they’d be accepting male patients as soon as construction was finished on a new building, but he ignored that part, too. Once he’d finished reading he did another web search or two before closing the browser and restarting the computer. He knew that would clear the memory and make finding his trail a little bit harder. His stomach had settled enough to be hungry, so he ducked into the hotel restaurant for a sandwich before heading back upstairs. It was cool and dark in the restaurant, almost empty since the lunch crowd had faded, and he took his time eating. It was a good space for thinking, and he needed to do some of that before tonight. The two searches had confirmed what he’d read on Caitlin’s House’s website. Girls were admitted based on the recommendation of victims’ services and one or two other offices associated with the court system or law enforcement. They were almost always girls under the age of twenty-one, runaways, and using one or more drugs. Hector knew plenty of girls like that, or had before he’d been locked up. The problem was finding one you could trust not to screw things up. The other problem was he’d have to trust Jangles to find the right girl, and to do it quick. Both those things were problematic. Finishing the last bite of his club sandwich, Hector chased it with a sip of ice water and looked around the almost empty room. Jangles himself was fairly reliable, but he wasn’t the best judge of character. Maybe it wasn’t his best idea, but Hector was running out of options. Leaving the blonde waitress a reasonable tip, he went back to his room and resumed his seat between the TV and the balcony door. He had a few hours yet until the meet, and he wanted to try to sort through everything in his head before sitting down with those damned suits again. He still wasn’t quite sure what they wanted done with Caitlin’s House, but maybe they’d get more into that tonight. And maybe he’d look into some kind of down payment, along with the insurance in his jacket pocket. It was loud in the bar, and he was glad he’d started recording before walking through the door. He was also glad he could feel the Beretta tucked into his waistband. Flying solo always made him want to carry his own insurance. They were sitting toward the back, the big one with the accent and the older one. Haskell. Cutting around a waitress with a tray load of drinks, he nodded when he got close enough to be seen and slipped into a chair, turning it so he could see the door and the two other men at the table. The big one nodded. “Careful. I like that. I believe it’s time we filled our friend in on his task, yes?” Haskell nodded, but Hector thought he could see doubt in the man’s bloodshot eyes. “Yes, I suppose so.” He turned away from the other lawyer. “As I said on the phone, we may need to move quickly on this one.” “Yeah. But I might need some good faith money. It ain’t that I don’t trust you…” “But you don’t trust us.” The big man nodded again. “A good way to be in business. But I believe friend Arthur here has something to ease your concern. Isn’t that right, Arthur?” Again Hector could see the doubt, but the big one seemed to have some kind of hold over the other man. Haskell lifted a leather overnight bag from the floor and put it on the table. “There’s fifty thousand dollars in there. Consider it a down payment.” “Sure.” Hector unzipped the bag and flipped through the bundles inside. A mix of bills, and nothing consecutive. These guys know the score. He smiled as he zipped it back up. “Looks like we got a down payment. Now what is it you need done?” “You seem like a smart man, Hector. So let us talk straight, yes? We want to ruin the reputation of Caitlin’s House. Destroy it so the place must close and never reopen.” “Why not just burn it?” “Direct as well. No, this must cause someone to suffer a great deal. Property may be rebuilt, after all…” “But when a reputation’s gone, you’re screwed.” Hector nodded slowly, letting his mind wrap itself around the idea. “This wouldn’t have anything to do with Sonny Burnett, would it?” “Let us just say it’s an old issue. One that’s been too long in being dealt with.” Wiggins steepled his fingers and leaned forward on the table. “Now how would you go about destroying the place’s reputation?” Hector paused for a moment. “Get a girl in there. One you got some hooks in so she does what you want. Then maybe have her smuggle in some drugs. Get pictures. The kinda stuff those rags in the supermarkets go nuts for. Maybe have her say one of the guards tried to fuck her. All kindsa stuff you could do if you got the right girl in play.” He shook his head. “Trouble is getting on those supermarket rags.” “You mustn’t concern yourself with that. All in good time, friend Hector. But do you think you could find such a girl? And, what was your phrase, put her in play?” “Yeah. I think so.” He wasn’t as sure as he sounded, but with this kind of money in play he’d make it happen. Even if he had to cut Jangles’ balls off and send him in singing soprano. Or Ramon. Dude might actually like that, though. Then the rest of what the lawyer had said sunk in. They’ve got a paper ready to run the story! Gotta be the Post. No one else around here would touch that. Not with Burnett in back of it. “So how soon do you need this?” “As soon as possible. But don’t cut corners. Haste makes waste, as they say.” The big one leaned back again. “We will likely only have one shot at this, so it must be true.” Haskell cleared his throat. “Call me as soon as you have the girl. I’d like to check her out, just to make sure she’s what we need.” “You mean bang her?” “No. She has to be a certain type if we want the press to buy the story.” “I get it. One of them hookers with heart of gold? Big eyes an’ a sob story as wide as the Gulf? We’ll do what we can, gents, but it’s also gotta be a reliable piece of tail. And those are hard to find.” “Do what you must.” The big one got to his feet, followed by Haskell. “Don’t let too much time pass, Hector. Once you have the girl we’ll start preparing her story.” Hector waited for them to leave before reaching into his pocket and shutting off the recorder. The brown leather bag still sat on the table, and he resisted the urge to open it again. But he knew he had to move. He didn’t need the attention, or some moron cop thinking he was a buyer. Snatching up the bag he headed for the door. He’d call Jangles from a pay phone and set up his own meet. And hope the little asshole could come through.

I have yet to be convinced that Sonny and Gina were anything more than a crutch for some plot elements. For Sonny to survive he needed to move on, and that would never happen with Gina. No matter how much some might want it to.

I agree their relationship was consensual, and that both of them enjoyed occupying "a certain space in each other's lives." I also think Sonny was not looking for anything permanent or another commitment. However, (and I could be wrong!) in my view, Gina hoped for more--at some point, after Sonny quit bouncing from the rebound of his divorce. For me, that was the reason she forgot her pride and confronted him about Brenda. No, it wasn't really "fair", but I don't think it was a cheap shot. She should have never lowered herself to force the point, but she had to know. From Gina's POV, she had been cherishing a hope that she and Sonny had a future together, and his acknowledgement of the state of his relationship with Brenda showed Gina that her dreams were misplaced. I do think Gina was hurt when Sonny told her he and Caitlin were getting married. The look on her face, and when she said "What difference does it make... now?" told me she had never truly admitted to herself that they didn't have a future together. However, by this time, she had gotten to know him better (and perhaps to know herself better as well) and had matured. She found room for generosity in her heart and wished him well. Maybe no one else agrees, but I always found it rather entertaining that Gina got up the idea of the squad paying for a honeymoon trip to New Zealand... somewhere on the other side of the international date line, where she wouldn't be able to calculate the hour of the day and what Sonny and Caitlin might be doing...

I post in this thread too often, don’t I? Here are two unknown beauties from “Little Prince”. First one is a watcher at the polo match. Second one is an audio-specialist at the Vice OCB.

Whilst watching “Golden Triangle” Pts 1 & 2 - we see this exterior establishing shot showing Dale Menton’s condo at the end of Part 2. Not the Brickell Key Condo but wasn’t sure if anyone had found or discussed this - looks like LA.

Thankyou @Kladdagh, @summer84, @Tom, @Dadrian, @Vincent Hanna, @AndrewRemington, @Glades, @Crockettt, @Vicefan7777 and of course @Tony D. and everyone - great messages, I had a great day ~thanks one and all.

Hector looked around the club, a thin smile fixed on his face. At least his feet didn’t hurt. Those damned pussy cowboy boots were resting in at least ten feet of water, and he felt like a man again in pair of loafers. He hadn’t expected a call this soon. Maybe there was more to Ramon than met the eye. Jangles sat across from him, a smug look on his face. “See, man? I told you Ramon had what it took.” “Wait and see, mano. I wanna know what he’s got first. I still don’t trust no man who dresses like a jailhouse punk.” Hector waved for one of the harried waitresses. “Two Coronas.” He grinned as she walked away. “That one’s got an ass on her…” “Focus, Hector.” “I am focused, asshole. You try doing time and then ignoring the honeys when you get out.” Hector’s smile turned mean. “Ah, but I forget. You duck when the cops show up, right Jangles?” “Now that ain’t fair, bro. You know I wasn’t…” “Save it. Looks like your girl-boy’s here.” Hector raised his hand slightly, lowering it when Ramon nodded and headed over. He had to admit, though, the kid had changed his look. The jeans were actually blue now, and not trying to crawl up his ass or highlight the roll of quarters in his front pocket. “What you got for us, Ramon?” “So my cousin hates that place like you can’t believe.” Ramon slid onto the open chair, a drink in his hand. “Says any girl who goes in there comes out clean. Lost one of his best earners to them.” He took a drink. “He said the cops pick up the girls, like normal. Then some of ‘em go through that victims services shit, and a few from there go into the House.” “You mean this Caitlin’s House?” “Yeah. Sorry. They all call it just the House on the street. My cousin, he goes pokin’ around to see what he can find out when he lost Angel. Turns out your little bird was right, Hector. Sonny Burnett is in back of the place. He was married to this Caitlin, and after she got blown away he started the place.” Hector whistled low, digging into his pocket and handing the harried blonde a twenty when she came back with the beers. “Keep it,” he said, flashing her one of his winning smiles. When she was gone he put his business face on again. “Hell of a career change.” “My cousin didn’t get into that. With a dude like Burnett you only dig so far, ‘cause he hears everything.” Ramon leaned forward a bit. “Funny thing is his security. Most of it’s ex-cops. And not the local Miami-Dade guys. Like Federal and ex-military cops.” Jangles nodded. “Makes sense. Burnett was always about getting the best.” “Yeah. I saw that when I was working with the Carreras. Man, that dude would waste you in a second if you couldn’t do your job. No way he’d waste his time with mall cops and wanna-bes.” Hector nodded, letting it all sink in and sort itself in his head. The cold beer tasted good on his tongue, helping to settle what he was hearing. “So he’s the money and he’s got all these former Feds or whatever on security. Is he the one running security?” “Naw. At least my cousin don’t think so. There’s some other dude. Stays mostly in the background.” Ramon grinned. “I took a look at their web site. His name ain’t there, but they had a picture. More one of them group photos.” He dug into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a folded piece of paper. “You got Burnett in the background, those two bitch doctors, some big black chick, and this cat who’s gotta be the security guy.” Hector snatched the paper, holding it close and feeling the blood drain from his face. “That’s Cooper. Or whatever the hell his real name is. No way I’d forget that smug bastard’s face.” “You’re sayin’ Burnett has a cop running his security?” “Why not? You said he likes hiring the best.” Ramon snatched the picture back. “Shit! That’s the same dude he met at that lighthouse. He didn’t have no beard then, but no way I’d forget those eyes.” “You did until now.” “Yeah, but I never figured Burnett would hire someone he took a shot at. Or that someone he took a shot at would work for him.” “Maybe the dude’s dirty. Hell, I don’t know. But that’s the guy I got business with.” Jangles cleared his throat. “You gonna tell those suits?” “Hell no. Ain’t their business…it’s my business. And my business is more important than theirs. You two got me?” Hector could feel the old menace rising in his eyes. “Good. We’ll play their game ‘cause the money’s right, but when it comes down to it I’m squaring things with this Cooper or whoever he is. The suits kick? I’ll just send that tape to the police and let them take the heat. Meantime I’ll just play dumb spic every time we meet ‘em. It’s what they expect, and I’ll be able to record every meeting.” Ramon nodded, respect showing in his eyes. “Good plan, Hector. I’ll keep lookin’ around. See if there’s anything else we can dig up.” “You do that. Hell, this might even turn out to be fun.” Hector downed the last of his beer and looked around for the blonde waitress. “Now we can have a few brews and relax.” Trudy rolled over, half-asleep, and didn’t notice right away that Marty’s side of the bed was empty. Her fingers touched the cool sheets, and adrenaline shot through her arms to her other hand and she scrabbled for the heavy MatchMaster. The scar tissue in her chest pulled and sent a quick stab of pain through her body, enough to wake her fully but not enough to make her drop the big pistol. The adrenaline faded, and she came back to herself. It wasn’t quite dawn but not still night, and a sickly gray light slipped into the room around the slatted blinds. Sitting up, she looked at the pistol for the first time and laid it on the low nightstand before slipping into her silk robe and getting to her feet. She found him where she’d expected; down at the line where grass gave way to sand looking out toward the ocean. She made just enough noise to announce her coming before slipping her arms around his waist from behind. “That’s the third time in four days.” “I know.” His hands came up to touch hers, but he didn’t turn away from the lighter patch in the fading blackness where the water began. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” “You didn’t. I reached out and you weren’t there.” She buried her face in the curve of his spine just below his shoulders, feeling the tight muscles with her nose. “Dreams again?” “Yes.” She sighed. “You could tell me about them.” “I know.” He stood there for a time, his breathing low and regular. She recognized it as one of his control techniques. “It was Ti Ti.” “And you’ve never dreamed about him before?” “No. Not until recently.” He was quiet again, and she could hear the waves slapping the beach. “It’s a warning. He’s been warning me something is coming.” “You had another dream tonight.” It wasn’t a question. “Yes. But I think for the last time.” He shifted, and she imagined he was smiling. “With a warning, at least.” She nodded against his back, not wanting to break contact with him. He felt thinner than normal. No, that wasn’t the right word. Lighter. In some strange way. Like he was there but at the same time somewhere far away. “And you said you’d never dreamed about him before?” “No.” There was a pause. “Not like this.” He paused again, and then told her about the first dreams. “So someone’s coming after Sonny and Rico? Someone they don’t know or just from an unexpected direction?” “Possibly both.” “And Ti Ti says you’re the only one who can help them?” “Yes. Me and one other. A man dressed in jungle fatigues.” There was another pause, and Trudy wasn’t sure he was going to continue. “Ti Ti showed me his face tonight. It’s Randy Mather.” “He and Dave are in town for a conference. I think it runs for a week.” She let go with one hand and used the other to turn him away from the ocean. She needed to see his eyes. “So you think this will happen soon?” “Yes.” His eyes were clear, but distant. Seeing two places at once. “Ti Ti was very clear that Randy would be with me. In two of the dreams.” He paused again, looking at a spot above and behind her head. “He was also clear we cannot let them know. If they do, they will do things that will jeopardize the future of Caitlin’s House.” She nodded again. “Yeah, I get that. Sonny’s been acting funny lately. I think he misses the old days even as he’s exciting about what’s coming. And Rico? With a kid on the way I don’t want to think about what he’d do.” “And they feed off each other.” Castillo slid his arms around her, pulling her close. “If Rico goes, Sonny will go to protect him.” He was quiet again. “Whatever this is, whoever it is, Ti Ti made it clear only Randy and I should try to stop it. Only the two of us could break the ambush from the rear.” “I know Jenny’s been on edge, too. Sonny said something about Caitlin warning her.” “Then we must be careful. Trudy, I need you to stay close to Sonny and Rico. If you can, keep them focused on the House. Has there been any word about that newspaper or the reporter?” “I’m waiting to get back in touch with my CI. He was sure he could find something on the reporter.” She smiled. “Said it might take him a day or two, though.” “That must be Marco.” She nodded and he favored her with one of his thin smiles. “If I remember he was never prompt but his information was always good.” “That’s him. I don’t know if I ever told you, but we grew up near each other.” “No. You didn’t.” He held her close. “This is new territory for us. No badges, and no real confidence in the ones wearing the badges. It’s new to both Sonny and Rico. But for me it’s very familiar.” “Marty…I….” He kissed the top of her head. “I’m no cowboy, my love. You don’t need to worry. And Randy is one of the most precise men I’ve ever known. I’ll talk to hime sometime today and see if he’s willing. If not…” “I understand.” She held back a shiver. “No, Marty, I do. They’re still your men, your team.” She looked around his strong shoulders and smiled. “And I need to think about getting ready to head in. There’s some meeting they want me at this morning and then I have classes in the afternoon. But I can skip the meeting.” “No. It’s fine. I’ll make tea and some breakfast.” He smiled. “I might even go in with you. It would be nice to see what Sonny has accomplished.” “I don’t have to leave until ten, so we have plenty of time.” She smiled and kissed him. “We can sit on the deck and listen to the waves.” When they were with Metro-Dade, Martin Castillo had always used one of the bland take-home Fords; unmarked and dependable. When he’d left the force Trudy had convinced him to replace it with an unmarked and dependable Mercedes. Since he might not stay the entire day they’d decided to take his car and he’d come and pick her up when classes were over if he left. He drove, and she liked seeing him again in his black suit with the white shirt and thin black leather tie. Even the sunglasses were in place, and his hands rested easy on the steering wheel. “You’re right.” His words shocked her. “It does feel good. The suit. Driving like this. I did miss it. But not enough to start doing it again.” “And I’ll bet the Benz beats the hell out of that old Ford.” “It does.” He smiled under the glasses. “Almost makes me feel like a Company man again. When I wasn’t in the mountains being chased by NVA and Pathet Lao, at least.” They passed through security without a hitch and Castillo parked close to the building. “I see Sonny’s already here,” he said, nodding toward the black Daytona. “Yeah. He had a meeting with the contractors, I think.” She shrugged. “Some business thing.” The tough Overtown street girl slid into her voice. “I don’t need that business thing.” “I agree.” Castillo started to smile, and then she saw his face change. It was only for a heartbeat, and then the smile appeared. “And Angie’s spotted us.” He nodded toward the big figure in the badly-chosen blue leopard print dress waving from the big second floor windows. Trudy smiled and waved back. They passed though the interior security with a quick show of IDs. Trudy had one marked ‘staff’ and Castillo had one with no identifying letters but scanned as VIP. They took the stairs to the second floor and kissed before parting ways. She headed for her temporary office with Mindy, knowing Marty would be heading to see Sonny and maybe Angie. Still, she wondered what the change on his face had meant. Mindy smiled from behind her computer monitor. “I was wondering if you’d be in before your class.” “Yeah. Still gotta shake something loose from Marco.” She smiled as she sat down. “Yeah, I know he’s got a day left on his deal.” “You don’t want to make that kind of CI nervous. They like to just disappear.” She wrinkled her nose. “One of my best ones back in Boston did that. I called him a day early, he called me a bitch for not trusting him, and that was it. He was gone. Never caught wind of him again.” “Ouch.” Trudy hit the power switch and waited for her computer to boot up. “I don’t suppose you managed to dig up anything new in the last day?” “No. Not about the reporter, anyhow. But I did go poking around some old court records regarding the Post and a lawsuit they fought off a few years ago. Something about using fake topless pictures of some celebrity or another.” She smiled and pulled out her notes. “The case ended in some kind of settlement, but guess who represented them?” “No idea.” “Arthur Haskell. Of Haskell and Francis.” The name sounded familiar. “Who are they?” “The clowns who represented Caitlin’s estate before Sonny fired them.” “You think it means something?” “I don’t know. Haskell and Francis look to have done a solid business representing the Columbian importer segment of our population. Especially Francis. He’s doing Federal time now. She smiled. “Haskell and the new kid, Watkins I think his name is, were lucky to avoid being disbarred. But they’d been representing Caitlin’s estate for years. Sonny’s suing them for damages.” “That’s right.” Trudy smiled as she logged into the House’s network. “Sorry. I’m a bit slow this morning.” “No reason you’d really remember. You started after the suit was filed. I know Towers is champing at the bit to rake those two over the coals.” Trudy nodded, bringing up the day’s lesson plan. But her mind kept turning back to what Marty had said that morning. “Mindy, do you think those lawyers could be pushing the paper to dig up dirt?” “I don’t think they could afford it. Maybe before, but now that the Post’s narco-owned cashflow isn’t really a problem for them. It would be for Haskell and Watkins.” Trudy sighed. “I guess I’ll just wait on Marco, then. He seemed damned sure he could get something on Jimmy.” With a shrug she turned back to her notes for the day’s class. “How did the girl you were worried about do with the painting?” Mindy’s question startled her out of the mental space Trudy had been sliding into. “Hunh? Oh, you mean Jessie? She did really well. That girl’s got talent. And she’s tough. Even Nichole was impressed with how well she handled the assignment.” “It can’t be easy for them. Digging into old hurts like that.” “No, it’s not. And that’s kinda the point.” Trudy looked away from the screen, weighing her words before continuing. “We didn’t get where we are by someone holding our hands, Mindy. Our lives weren’t as tough as some of theirs, but they were tougher than a couple of them.” She paused. “Painting and music got me through some rough times in my life. I just want to teach them a few things that might help them find a better place. Even if it’s only inside themselves. But Jessie…if she sticks with it she’s got real talent. I just want to help her see that and not give up on herself.” Mindy nodded, then started typing. “You just gave me an idea. I’m gonna send Sonny and Gina an e-mail about scholarships for these girls. Help them with some education if they stay clear after graduating from here.” “Now that’s a damned good idea.” Trudy landed back in the chair, feeling her dress pull tight across her breasts and tweak the scar tissue just enough to remind her it was there. “If there’d been something like that, odds are I wouldn’t have become a cop.” “You and me both, sister.” Mindy smiled as she punished the keys. “Still…we did ok at the end of the day.” “Yeah.” She smiled, thinking of Marty’s warm smile and generous heart. “We sure as hell did. And I’d better get back to work on this before those girls call me out for being lazy. They’ve got mouths on them…” In another part of the building Martin Castillo stood where he’d often seen Sonny standing, looking through the wide windows at the wide expanse of green grass stretching out toward the boathouses. He could see why Sonny appreciated the view, but his mind was elsewhere. The dream still held at least a corner of his being…one he couldn’t easily shake. “Yeah, it’s like a damned golf course.” Sonny came around the desk and stood next to him, preserving some distance from old habit. “But Cait really liked it. Raised holy hell when I talked about putting in some shrubs or something. Now…I’m glad I didn’t. It reminds me of her every time I look at it.” “That’s good.” Castillo shifted, his hands clenched behind his back. Testing his words before he let them into the room. “Did Randy and Dave make it in ok?” “Yeah. We’re on for tonight at Sanctuary. I was gonna call, but you coming in with Trudy made it easier.” Sonny smiled. “It was good to see them again. Same tough old Marines you’d expect them to be. They even brought a rifle with them. Not sure if it’s Randy’s or Dave’s though.” That makes it easier, especially if it’s Randy’s. “It will be good to see them again.” Sonny nodded. “Marty…do you ever miss it?” Castillo didn’t move. “Yes.” Then he clarified, his voice unchanged. “Parts of it. I miss the friends. The sense of accomplishment. I don’t miss the death. The ruining of lives.” He let the words turn a bit more in his head. “It’s a hard thing to step away from. Especially when it’s all you’ve ever known.” “Yeah. I kinda envy Tubbs. He knocked around a bit before going NYPD. Me? I want from football to the Corps to Vietnam to Metro-Dade without skipping a beat. And I know you’ve been at it a hell of a lot longer than that.” He turned away from the window and walked back into the room. Castillo nodded, not trusting his voice. It took a moment. “Being with Trudy helps. Having a life beyond a warrior’s duty.” He stopped, not sure if Sonny would understand. He knew Jack would have, and Ti Ti would have nodded and then laughed at him for being weak. He also knew Randy Mather understood. It was in his blood. “Don’t know if I’d call myself a warrior, but like I told Tex I do miss the action.” Sonny shook his head. “I know I told you about that VA shrink before.” “Yes.” He’d done his own looking into the man who liked to be called Tex. Unlike many who sported badges and ribbons that in the end weren’t their own, the thin man was the real deal. And then some, if the heavily-redacted records from his final tour were anything to go by. “You should treasure every moment, Sonny. We know how easily it can be taken away.” “Yeah. You’re right about that. I think about it just about every time I’m with Jenny.” Castillo took the opportunity to shift the subject, turning so he could see Sonny. “It’s a good thing you’re doing here, Sonny. The renovations will help?” “Yeah. Lets us add a more secure wing to deal with some of the more difficult cases. Brings in some more risk, but I want to try to help as many of these kids as I can, and if that means a little risk I’m ok with that.” “What about that reporter?” “We’ve got a restraining order on him, and Rico has the security guys pulling extra in his favorite part of the perimeter. So far nothing. And you know I’ve got Mindy and Trudy digging into things. So far the paper itself looks clean, or as clean as the Post can be, so we’re going for the reporter now.” Castillo nodded, only half-listening. It had to be more than just the paper. Ti Ti’s warning made that plain. Whatever it was, it was deep and twisting, going back in their shared pasts somehow. But Sonny didn’t need to know that. “Let me know if I can help. I did check on that surveillance equipment. It’s untraceable, but I did find out it’s civilian purchase. Just not in the United States. He wanted to listen in on something very badly.” “And that makes it even harder. I don’t know what the hell he’d be able to listen in on. A therapy session, maybe? Hell, it doesn’t make sense.” “Don’t let it take too much of your time. You pay Tubbs to worry about these things.” Castillo finally smiled. “That and with a lawsuit working its way thorough the Dade County system…” “Yeah. Towers told me the same thing. You two been talking?” Sonny grinned. “You’re right, though. Let Tubbs do his thing while I fight with the contractors, architects, and lawyers.” He sat down behind the big desk. “I’m gonna call Robbie and make sure we’ve got the usual spot for tonight. Were you gonna stay and watch Trudy’s class?” “I don’t know.” He turned back to the big window. “She says it’s going well.” “It is. Nichole says good things, and you know it’s harder than hell to drag a compliment out of that woman. Something about letting them connect with their pain in different ways. I ain’t smart enough to follow half of what she says, but if she says it works that’s good enough for me.” “It’s about finding ways to express yourself without words.” Castillo thought back again to those high, humid mountains that seemed to occupy his mind more and more of late. “Words are imperfect vessels, and don’t always do what we want them to. Painting does whatever we want it to.” He shook his head. “I was never much of a painter. The power of words fascinates me…maybe too much according to an old Montagnard shaman I met outside Pleiku.” “I went though there a few times during my second tour. Met that nutjob Alred there. And Maynard.” Sonny closed his eyes for a moment. “It looked like it might have been a pretty place once.” “The old Nung warrior on my team said it was. He fought there with the French in the early ‘50s.” “Yeah.” Sonny shook his head. “Funny how things like that hide in the back of your head and decide to crawl out years later. I thought I’d put Nam behind me.” “You never do. Not experiences like that. They define a man, for good or bad.” Castillo kept looking out the window, imagining he could see figures moving in the manicured grass. He knew from experience it could be done…with the right people and the correct lighting. “You know, Maynard said something like that once. It was about that freak Stone. He said the war covered him. I didn’t understand it then, but now…” “You think he was right.” “Yeah. Stone was never the most stable dude, and once you add in the drugs I’m amazed he functioned as long as he did. I hated seeing him. It always reminded me of what I might have turned into.” “And that’s why you always avoided veterans’ centers.” It wasn’t a question. “I guess, yeah. It was always safer for me to just be a cop, you know. Keep all that other stuff locked away somewhere.” “Except it never stays locked up.” Castillo turned away from the window, locking eyes with his friend. It was a balancing act now: keeping Sonny focused on the future so he didn’t sense the moves Castillo would soon be making. He didn’t kid himself. Sonny had good instincts as a detective. “The past is always with us. But you also have to look to the future.” He let a thin smile show on his face. “How does Tower think the case against those lawyers will go?” “We’ve got solid evidence from the auditors…” Castillo only half-listened to Sonny going through the particulars of the case, putting in a question now and then to show he was listening and keep the man focused. But it also got him thinking. Ten million dollars was a lot of motivation, especially if you didn’t have that kind of money and were looking at jail time. One partner was already doing time on Federal charges, so that added to the mix. But it didn’t feel right. Not completely. Ti Ti had shown him both Crockett and Tubbs in danger, and those lawyers had no reason to go after Tubbs. They didn’t really have a reason to go after Crockett directly, either. The dream made it feel personal, and so far the case was strictly business. He decided to do a little digging of his own as Sonny wrapped up the story. “…so the short version is yeah, Tower thinks we’ll come out on top. Hell, I’d settle for those two bastards ending up disbarred and on the street. Anything we recover goes right back into the foundation, anyhow.” Castillo made a show of looking at his watch. “I should go find Trudy. See if she wants some lunch before her class starts.” “The cafeteria here does a hell of a job if you want to save some time.” Sonny smiled. “I gotta finish this damned update and then I was gonna wander down myself. Won’t be there long, though. Gary’s supposed to call after the hearing this morning and give me an update.”

This is thread about some MV stock footage that had the “unblurred” clip, if I remember correctly. @summer84 posted it maybe?

The only way to do this one justice is in GIF format! While I was making this, I noticed the first couple frames are blurry... Possibly a little censorship? LOL

Here I am with Clare (Jennifer Rubin) from "Leap of Faith". I also got her autograph. She's most remembered for playing Taryn in "Nightmare on Elm Street 3". She was the nicest celebrity I've ever met. I ran into her at the convention I was at a day later and she remembered my name!

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...

Jeez. Where I live you could get probably a 6-7000 sq ft house with huge acreage for that price!!

Haven't watched this one for a few years, so I started with season 4 last night. Sorry if anyone likes this but its just like I remember it, boring. What this episode was missing massively was the style, music, OCB and even the main actors, it felt like the Vice team were not in it, just in flashes. This episode feels so empty. Contempt Of Court = "Law & Order, Dick Wolf Style" 5/10.

I actually like this entire arc, as well as the chemistry between Sonny and Caitlyn. There was a cloying air about the whole thing, and after the series of train wrecks Sonny had dated I think he deserves some happiness. And so did Caitlyn based on the background we're given. Concur with Matt5 on the rating and Bren10's comments. Given how hard he fell for her, it's easy to understand the break that led to him 'becoming' Burnett.