Tuxedo Hill 1.22

BA take a venture into capitalist, white-collar crime.

Goren questions a little girl really sweetly and shows himself to be quite the child advocate.

I’m with Deakins on this one, Goren makes a case out of nothing: a few words from a kid, a missing glove, a random mint rapper (above everything else, Goren knows his mint brands). Either way, the mints are described as “an acquired taste” – no wonder our boy knows them! They’re practically related!

She fought it in the beginning, but Eames is now trusting Goren wherever he may go. All he has is less than a box of $50 mints and she’s backing him up 100% and raiding offices with him.

Goren asserts himself with an office woman; she takes one look at big strapping Bobby and is eager to seductively gossip. Eames is too busy wondering where to get a plumber on a Saturday, but not too busy to place bets with her partner.

In interrogation, Goren fights to keep a serious face while choking on a mint, Eames offers that “they’re real zesty” and tries to grill a suspect with the gross mint in her mouth. Bobby still acts as the mint pusher.

Our gang isn’t afraid of big business, even though they may have no idea what in the world the business does, and boards its plane anyway. Eames zips around the compartment, but Goren is restrained.

Goren plays with an “itty-bitty little doggy” and takes on a conversational tone – a beauty-before-brains girlfriend runs her mouth about a diamond collar and makes Goren a very happy man. Eames is all smiles at the prospect of an engagement party, at which Ron “The Closing Bell” Carver (greatest description of the man EVER) is more concerned about his stock options.

Clothes Call: We could do without Alex’s boxy suit jackets, apparently she used up all her fashion mojo last episode.

Who was it that said the greatest fashion accessory of all time is a smile? We’ll give this one to Goren, who gives a great smirk before fade to black.

Quotable:

Deakins [to Goren]: Something for the rest of the class?

Lady: It’s ridiculous. Ms. Dawson wouldn’t have a gun in here. She’d have to get it past security.
Eames: You mean the old lady downstairs knitting a sweater?

Karyn Milner: A gun? Why on earth are you looking for a gun here?
Goren: That’s what we do.

Alex Eames: That makes it two coincidences.
Robert Goren: One more and it's a conspiracy.

Robert Goren: V.P.C.F.
Jack Crawley: I'm not familiar with that acronym.
Robert Goren: Oh, I just made it up.

(Crawley rattles off a financial-jargon explanation of Tuxedo Hill, Goren and Eames exchange glances.)
Alex Eames: We have no idea what you just said.

[BA board a private plane]
G: It’s a tight fit.
E: Fine for me.

[A crooked businessman’s fiancé goes off on him in interrogation, rats him out, them storms out]
Goren [claps his hands]: Well.

Eames: Put your hands behind your back.
Businessman: No, look, I can give you names!
[Carver enters the room]
Goren: Too late. There’s the closing bell.