We just finished watching a 2-part CSI tale that we'd seen before, but it was so good the first time around (maybe a year ago?) that we both wanted to watch it again. It's a story that starts off with several cops getting into a shootout on a Vegas city street with a car full of drug dealers. One cop gets killed, and part of the CSI group's job is figuring out who shot him, since it was pure chaos for a few minutes. Before long, it's obvious he was hit by friendly fire, but none of the other cops remember hitting him.
As I mentioned before, it's always a joy for me when I'm expecting stupid behaviour and it doesn't happen. In this case, it's the final scene of the 2nd episode, in which the cop (Brass) who now knows it was his bullet that killed his fellow officer has gone to see the young man's widow to pay his respects. Based on the look on her face, you expect that she's going to flip out on him once she realizes who he is. He starts to say, "If there's anything I can ever..." but she raises her hand quickly, as if there were nothing he could possibly say to atone for what he did. But then she leans in and embraces him, and whispers, "I know it wasn't your fault" before they both are wracked with tears in each other's arms (as is any viewer whose heart isn't made of stone). And really, any reasonable person, having been married to a police officer, is more likely to react that way than to fly into hysterics like TV would have us believe is normal. I love well-written TV!
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