oh yes, a chainsaw.
and some high powered rifle
right in the middle of miami
tourists look, and then run off
here come the hummers - guns and gasoline. YEE-HAW!
she was married to him for 19 years. how old was she, 10?
h:
laser burglar alarm? yet it's not going off with h standing right in the middle of it
"fitness trainer" i think that's a fancy word for hooker
h: divorce of the future (what is this, i-robot-ic-like-acting-skills)
h: you're both suspects in a murder, and you're coming with me (clint eastwood affectation there)...frank, get two cars...
NOT A LAMBO!
split screens and music = no dialog/paying writers
h: divorces can be messy...so is killing people (that gets a c+, even at the city college)
is she actually worried that he's going to get electrocuted by breaking one of the beams.
see, trainer is a fancy word for hooker!
and mom's bopping the pool guy. could we get any more cliché
she really cares this much about a cheap vase?
lots of yellows and greens tonight
and lots of lab scenes. must have been spring break week.
this is getting to be like dickens, i'll need to draw lines between all the characters to keep their relationships straight. of course, it's a lot unlike dickens because it sucks.
brain injury delko, he conveniently forgets his i'm-a-dumbass-and-didn't-hire-a-lawyer-payments
calleigh: some of us work for a living (hey being a scam artist is work!)
poolboy...um, i don't think he'd be interested in the wife. the husband, sure, but not the wife
h: i don't agree...(brilliant!)
poolboy: i guess i need a lawyer....let's just say she owes me..
h: i have no doubt
calleigh: well i appreciate you for appreciating me (huh?)
natalia: all of our manuals are in order (congratulations, you learned to alphabetize)
ACCREDIDATION!!!!
delko: they're coming after me, personally (he is just having a bad day)
poolboy:
bitchy-lawyer: you were being sued (man, they really know how to tie it all together subtly)
nice flashbacks
how is the scam artist involved in this?
what's with the scrolling pools at the bottom of the screen
ryan: mrs. atherton, the book's gonna hit you too
public defender! ha ha ha ha ha
wow. this episode contains the most split screens and fancy editing software they've used yet!
poolboy: i just wanted what was rightfully mine! (dude, um, you didn't buy the car)
i smell another dead body!
well, not quite...
this kid has got to be involved somehow. this is csi: miami
bitchy-lawyer: leaking info, but nothing really earth shattering
h: threating to tell the bar (i actually don't think they'd care, she only said they were dishonest, helen keller could see that)
bitchy-lawyer:
(i think they'll milk this brain damage/accreditation thing for the rest of the season and somehow get him out of the dumbass-payments)
dumbass-kid:
are they seriously locking up this dumbass-kid
brain-damage-delko: h is having bitchy-lawyer disbarred (yes, h, really does have superpowers, including the power to immediately get lawyers disbarred with no trial)
this is the longest day ever, chainsaw to boat, a few dead bodies, running tons of lengthy lab tests and dna/fingerprint searches a few trials, travelling all over miami, all before 4 pm
scooby-doo style trap door in the floor
h can tell the exact earrings and watch from the safe deposit box based on the description in the police report. another h skill: clairvoyance
so the lawyer gave everything back and they stabbed him anyway
dumbass-kid: whine, whine, whine
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