Tim Roth

Wow. Just wow.

I cannot even begin to describe this episode because there's so much to describe.
Let's start with a plot overrun.
Eric Matheson, a man suspected of killing his wife, is brought in for questioning por the Lightman Group. Determined to prove his innocence, he takes drastic measures that put the team’s lives in danger in the “Honey” episode of LIE TO ME airing Monday, Oct. 19 (9:00-10:00 PM ET/PT) on FOX.
Ok. So that's the Episode Synopsis, but it's literally the plot withought delving into the characters emotional devlopment this episode!

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Cal slowly came through his sleepy haze and immediately his hands started groping around for the soft warmth of his anterior nights lover – Gillian – God, what a woman, he still couldn’t quite get over how abandoned she had become…

His still sleepy musings were cut into por the fact that his hands hand not found the object of his memories.

Lifting his head and scanning the room Cal was a little surprised to find no sign of her. He let his head drop back and grinned, probably already in the cozinha sorting out his breakfast in her normal ‘mothering’ way.

Throwing on a deep maroon silk...

As her head shot up from the menu, her eyes met those hazel lasers that were Cal Lightmans eyes.

Realizing that her mouth was open but nothing audible was making an appearance, she quickly closed it.

She was however, unable to break the lock of eyes that Cal had instigated.

“I’ll take that as a no then”

With the total air of authority that always seemed to surround him, the minuto Cal raised his hand a waiter seemed to materialise out of thin air.

“Yeah, can I get this mesa, tabela set up for two please, I’ll have a single malt and just bring the bottle of whatever Dr Foster here is drinking...

Gillian sat on the very edge of Cals bed, her still damp hair sitting against the colarinho, colar of the camisa he had given to change into. Cal had insisted she used his on suite bathroom whilst he had shuffled off to the main one, both of them having decided that after all the events of the day, a good hot chuveiro was called for.

She found herself taking in the full impact of the situation whilst she was still on her own.

She, Gillian Foster, was sitting on Cal Lightman’s bed, her body covered only in his shirt, about to slip between his sheets, rest her head his on his pillows,…and soon, very soon,...

After mais than a few hours sleep, Gillian had woken to find that the ‘fog’ that had evaded her head in the last 24hrs or so was starting to thin out, just a little.

Ordering a room service breakfast she had re-evaluated her previous, some what ‘knee jerk’ decision to simply use this hotel as a quick staging post before taking off - god knows where, in an effort to further the distance between her and Cal.

The hotel was a good one.

It had a beautiful pool, a totally over indulgent spa section and was set in exquisite surroundings.

There were few guests at this time of year, and so, she...