(this is not the first episode involving a gun delivery heist and the pd. pd, miami style)
frank: horatio, i'll run it in for prints
alexx: a cop to the end...
alexx: horatio, if you wouldn't mind, would you ask dna to put a rush on this
h: priority number one
delko: what do you think launched this delivery truck
ah yes, the exploding manhole cover. of course
delko: probably c4...turned the manhole cover into a
natalia: cop killings don't wait
delko: just roll with me on this
delko: ...until h figured out that his father wasn't his biological father (of course)
natalia: what's he doing now
delko: 25 to life
hey, it's the exciting conclusion the episode you just watched. i can't believe csi: miami has run out of cheesy material.
frank: are those partial prints from your paws
h: you're a liar
cruz: prove it
h: that
(did they get some new editing software, all these split screens and zooms are wasting precious dialogue time)
cruz-in-jail: you got some nerve dawg. c-o pulled me out of my yard time...you just got me shakin' in my jumps now, h
h: clavo, if you're after my attention, you have it
h: clavo
cruz-in-jail: lt. caine...the master of the obvious (I LOVE IT!!!!!!!)
h: he did it behind closed doors, frank
alexx: fasten your seatbelt honey, it's going to be a bumpy ride
everytime there is a shot kid (esp. a little boy) they act like it's the first time they've ever seen it.
kid: cops don't care about murders down here
(more helpless, pathetic kids enter the scene. oh and even better, their parents are dead)
prison shoe
guy walks right past his dead kid without batting an eye
h: it was used to detonate a bomb
h: swab richard, eric (is this csi:miami or a bad porno)
h: a LAW rocket. he stole a LAW rocket
delko: a rocket launcher
(of course, a rocket launcher in miami)
uh, oh...this is the second time they've mentioned dept. b at the courthouse, looks like alexx is in trouble
h: alexx, alexx
(repeat after the commercial, but with no sound)
alexx: i'm ok horatio, i'm needed here
of course...bodies in the cement mixer
h: i'm going to need surveillance tapes
frank had the most dumbfounded look on his face like h just figured out relativity
little boys hugging
sister: nobody helps me
(her dad has been out of jail for 9 days and she's worried about him getting custody. somehow i doubt that is an issue)
the gun that penetrates brick...
dumbass kid: i always swore i'd never go to prison...like my dad...but i deserve it.
wolfe: and then you're going to tell your sister what happened
the camera man doesn't think of looking at the employee parking until genius h mentions it...
h: frank. he's got a hostage
h actually proposes calling information for someone's phone number. aren't you freakin' cops?!?!?
h: cathy, this is horatio caine (like she would know who the hell that is. but luckily, cruz picks up her phone)
cruz: come alone or she dies
h: clavo, i want you to listen to me. (h, savior to little boys and women) if you harm this woman you are gonna die
cruz: giddyup cowboy
enters bank. glasses come off.
banks...miami style. they have fancy monitors every where in that city, that swivel with your balance.
they also have 1 million in cash and a handy shopping bag for you.
cruz: waiting for you hero
h: we're on the clock
the hummer is there in the time it takes h to walk across the street.
h rides on the outside of the hummer.
always with the shootout in the middle of miami. with semi-automatic weapons
why couldn't they shoot h
where is the ambulance. the hummer was there in 3 seconds.
not another dead character! hopefully he'll come back from the dead
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