wolfe: we're all meat
popping the body!!!
and she walks away like that isn't the most disgusting thing ever...
a city councilman. and just last week supervisor o'shea was having some run-in's with h and the law!
already with the editing software. this is a rerun, must have been before the thirty day trial was up.
calleigh: i'm clearing leather
the two women in heels are going to take this guy down. ok.
just by looking at a small piece of wax, calleigh knows it's adipocere. now natalia had no idea what it was by sight, but once calleigh said the name, she automatically knew it was soap formed from decomposed human fat.
ryan to the rescue of a struggling woman. he is really turning into h junior
i like how they have to explain eminent domain to the masses.
pissing match between ryan and the guy from the city doing the evictions.
wow, this is quite the lecture on what, exactly, eminent domain is and how it has changed. one of the writers must have gotten screwed by this.
h: catering
pre-brain injury delko: our governor is against the ruling (the mighty jeb bush will save us all!)
only in the south do you ever see white linen suits.
h, lying in wait for william preston
william prestion: you must be LIEUTENANT caine. (need we remind h that his character is not real, and using the term lieutenant like 1000x an episode will not make you some bad ass cop.)
h: displacing hardworking people. (ok, those homes were enormous, waterfront property is never cheap until the hurricane hits, and those people were loaded. this is not the property that the eminent domain laws, even if 'encouraged' by big bucks investors, come after. too many lawyers in their pockets. and let's face it, for all of us desk jockeys, i don't know if the term "hardworking" really applies. it's not like we're out busting up concrete all day.
as an aside...when i was typing hurricane, i noticed the "cane" part. almost just like h! omfg, i think i figured out the "symbolism"! h is like a hurricane of ass whoopin's and condescension coming after the bad guys of miami. h-caine. hurricane.)
pissing match, round 2. ryan is such a mini h. begging for help for the "family".
now what, exactly, does taking a property entail. it's not like they're bulldozing it that minute, they could wait 3 weeks and the end result would be the same.
eminent domain guy: you just earned yourself a complaint (woah! way to show him who's boss)
ditzy reporter: (plus some fine split screens with the software) so you still check out my work
wolfe: i can't believe that goes on in our own country (ok, hold the fuck on. it's not like they're stringing up innocent people by their toes and torturing them. having your property seized sucks, but you live to tell the tale and have no lifelong scars.)
just like that, from a finger print smudge, they can identify a cuban cigar, thereby leading to the exact dude in trouble. because the chemical make up of all cuban cigars is exactly the same, of course.
he breaks and tells ryan all about his deal after about 10 seconds of pressure. and for what, 50 large. no one is that dumb. well, maybe miami-style they are.
h, walks right into the direct path of the psycho gun man
h: you've gotten everyone's attention friend (the adult version of "buddy" or "partner"). what's your name (the same tactic he uses on little boys both at the lab and chuck-e-cheese)
oh again with the "family". so if you don't have a family, it's ok to lose your home or shoot up some cops. cool.
psycho-with-gun: you don't know what it's like to lose everything
h: ethan
(oh well, in that case, let me just believe you and put down this gun.)
h: ethan
linen suit: i want police protection
h: you'll probably get it mr. preston. who's going to protect you from me (we must modify h's role. protector of little boys, hookers, other 'helpless' women, and those being unfairly affected by eminent domain)
justice isn't blind. it's yellow...
the judge just senses his presence. again with the lieutenant. extra weird because he's offering condolences on his dead wife.
another pissing match! a trifecta, if you will..
looks like the judge has a dead hooker on his record. that is going set off h.
h: the past, your honor, is my specialty
more adipocere!
these shows have gotten so much mileage out of the genius that was scott peterson.
who keeps a rotting body in a suitcase for months.
alexx: i had to boil her bones to get her story
um, creepy perv killer guy. nice blue pants.
h: mr. wolfe, i may not be able to help you next time (really, as far as temper flare ups and ass whoopin's go, that little altercation between mr. wolfe and the city guy was really minor.)
h: i understand you closed the missing girl's murder....
but you're still bothered by it, aren't you (which he knows by psychic premonition?!?!?)
run it (marta's dna) against the sample that we already have (that narrows it down)
the wedding ring from the body...courtesy of the crime scene cleaners, miami-style.
kid hasn't changed his clothes in like 3 days.
oh what a coincidence. the hated dead hooker judge is also a dead beat dad!
judge: now caine, where'd you dig that up (but with that "you crazy" tone of voice)
.........don't think this is over caine, i got the best legal mind there is. (not good enough to keep the kid of your baby mama away or to get her killed off properly.)
always a csi graveside.....
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