EXTERIOR: A Miami street.
Standing beside a dead body on the ground, but facing ninety degree away from it, is HORATIO CAINE. His cop buddy FRANK approaches.
HORATIO: What have we here, Frank?
FRANK: Single victim. White male. Gun shot wound to the chest.
HORATIO: We need to investigate this, Frank.
FRANK: We can’t, Horatio. It seems that we’ve been put to pasture. They’ve cancelled us, Horatio.
HORATIO: Oh, that’s all right, Frank. Because we…[puts on sunglasses]…are gonna cancel them.
SMASH CUT to THE WHO, with Daltrey screaming YEEAAAAHHHHHWWWW!
I’m really going to miss CSI:Miami. It’s not a good show at all, but it’s so gloriously fun in its campiness, it’s so insistent on putting its goofy heart on its sleeve, that I can’t help but love it. It’s been a truly unique show to have around, and my Sunday nights will be a bit emptier without David Caruso, Emily Procter, and the rest of the gang. Thanks for the fun, Horatio Caine! May your Hummer speed around the highways of Miami forevermore!
Sadly, people believe everything they see on this show, of which at least half of the technology is bogus.
It sure is/was entertaining, though.
Can we now please get that ginger bastard out of that harsh sun. He has skin the texture of corned beef. Enough with CARUSO for this lifetime and the next.