I moonlit as a low-level crime boss back in the day, and one thing that drives me nuts about movies is the lack of corpse disposal.
OK, you just whacked some snitch. Great job. But now there’s a dead body staining your grandma’s linoleum kitchen floor and she’s due back from Bingo in 45 minutes.
Many shows brush over the disposal process because the writers used the murder as a dues ex Machina in the first place.
Well, Fox should send that cleaning lady who works for the cartels from all the c…