A&E shows about 20 episodes of “CSI-Miami” a day. That’s my estimation, anyway, because it’s on whenever I’m channel surfing. I hate this show. The writing is awful, the acting is awful, the Miami Police Department has a facility rivaling Google headquarters, the lab technicians look like fashion models, and DNA testing takes minutes instead of weeks. Today I stopped on A&E only because I overheard the shade-wearing monotone redhead say “city editor.”
Here’s the plot of the episode, from what I could figure:
A snide reporter who brags had been the “youngest UPI reporter ever on Air Force One” (snicker) was a suspect in a murder of a columnist – found dead in her trunk — who knew that the reporter was making up his series of stories about smugglers using fake cruise ships for their drug trafficking.
The columnist had told her suspicions of fabrication to the grand poobah editor, who told her to forget about it because the stories had led to the Miami Sun’s circulation jumping by 20,000. (Hahaha!) Also, in the time the snide reporter has been on staff, that editor has jumped two notches in the hierarchy and the job offers are coming in. “From New York, big papers, magazines, you know what I’m saying?” So, he doesn’t want to turn in their star reporter for alleged fabrication.
Also, all these journalists can somehow afford expensive clothes, condos and furniture. And they frame all their stories that made the front page, which is rather convenient for the detectives who find the articles on the wall and say, “Hm, they shared a byline. Motive!”
As usual, all the suspects and witnesses are entirely unhelpful to the police, even though their friends are dead. The screenwriter was careful to sprinkle the dialogue with terms like “deadline” (an awful pun for this episode) “city editor,” “circulation” and “byline.”
In the end the evil, gossip-mongering, power-hungry journalists lose because – as the redhead says – “You know Josh, the truth (pause) has this funny, mysterious way of finding daylight. (pause) Book him!”
Thank you, “CSI.” It’s hard to find good comedy on TV.
