CSI: New York - Season 3, Part 2
Review by Lizzie Guilfoyle
IF Season 3, Part 2 of CSI: New York is anything to go by, the Big Apple’s CSIs are far luckier in love than their Miami counterparts. For here, after weeks of will-they-won’t-they, Lindsay (Anna Belknap) and Danny (Carmine Giovinazzo) finally get together. And although it doesn’t happen until the season finale (Snow Day), it’s well worth waiting for.
In the same episode and prompted by a near death experience, ‘Mac’ (Gary Sinise) casts caution aside and unashamedly heads for London with Dr Peyton Driscoll (Claire Forlani).
But Season 3 really belongs to Lindsay and Danny which in a way is strange because much of their ongoing storyline came about as a result of Belknap’s pregnancy and her enforced absence from the show – explained by her returning to her home in Montana (The Lying Game) to give evidence against the man who murdered four of her friends (Sleight Out of Hand).
There’s also an intriguing and nasty storyline involving Clay Dobson (Joey Lawrence), a particularly sadistic killer (he cuts off his victim’s eyelids so they are forced to look at him) which culminates with ‘Mac’ being subjected to an internal investigation (Cold Reveal). In a clever ploy, Mac’s actions immediately prior to Dobson’s death are off-camera (Past Imperfect) so, like Flack (Eddie Cahill) we can only assume his innocence!
Stella (Melina Kanakaredes) also fears for her job when she fails to report that she might have contracted the HIV virus after sustaining an injury while processing a crime scene (Heart of Glass). Only Adam (AJ Buckley), who comes into his own in the season finale, is privy to her secret.
As we’ve come to expect from CSI, Season 3’s storylines are original, seldom simple and occasionally bizarre. For example, there are cases involving a transgender showgirl and an ‘alibi business’ in which trained professionals create the perfect cover for client’s indiscretions (The Lying Game); an anti-smoker who caught fire while dressed as a giant cigarette (The Ride In); and a French Revolution-themed fundraiser at the UN (A Daze of Wine and Roaches).
Although CSI is predominantly serious, moments of lightness are frequently provided by the street-wise, quick-witted Flack – as in What Schemes May Come when Stella’s comment “Planning your fantasy death is the ultimate finale to life” is countered with “Yeah, but we’re talking about an ice pick to the brain, Stella. I think you might be romanticizing.”
In a nutshell, CSI: New York is still highly watchable (unless of course, you’re squeamish) and, in spite of the odd flaw, continues to provide first class entertainment. Long may it do so….