David Caruso, you magnificent bastard

So I'm watching CSI: Miami. I know. It's not because I miss Miami - it's because there's nothing that comes close to being as bad as the actual city as the show about the city. I'll set the scene:

It's a charity gala event at a hospital opened by some exceedingly wealthy, young, attractive people. It's outside on a glorious sunny Miami day - the kind that never actually happens when I'm in town. The woman hosting offers a toast, champagne corks are popped, one after the other - followed by . . . a SHOT! A man comes tumbling out onto the second story terrace, stumbles over the balcony, and falls down, impaling himself on a crystalline ice sculpture - like a miniature icy Fortress of Solitude. Officers arrive on the scene. The medical examiner comments to Lieutenant Horatio Kane that killing a man in broad daylight in a house full of people is cold. Horatio puts his wraparound glasses back on and retorts: "Cold as ice, Katherine. Cold as ice." [Cue the Who]