Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Cold Case season 4

Flashback #1: I was on the phone with my grandmother Sophie, whom I adored, sometime in the late 1980's; it was a Sunday night, and suddenly she said she needed to go. Her detective was on. It took me a few moments to realize that "her detective" was Jessica Fletcher, and that she never missed an episode of Murder, She Wrote. I got off the phone quickly, because we had learned never to interfere with my grandmother's TV time.

Twenty years later, from 2003 to 2010, Lilly Rush of Cold Case was my Sunday night detective. As creator Meredith Stiehm conceived her, and as star Kathryn Morris (brilliantly) played her, Lilly Rush -- the Philly homicide detective so immersed in the cold cases she's investigating that she keeps photos of the victims on her nightstand -- was an original, and she headed up a show that was, at its best, far more affecting than the other Jerry Bruckheimer procedurals.

Flashback #2: In my early twenties, I devoured the works of Agatha Christie; the train ride home from college was three hours, and I could get through a Christie novel in just that time. I loved the puzzles -- still do -- but soon came to realize that my favorite Christies weren't the ones with the cleverest cluing; they were the ones with the most emotional weight. The ones that left me not only satisfied, but shaken. One of the Christies I took to most, Five Little Pigs, was in fact a cold case. Hercule Poirot is approached by the daughter of a woman who, decades earlier, had been convicted of murder. The daughter believes her mother was innocent; will Poirot take the case? Poirot objects: it was a long time ago. But the daughter persists. The physical clues are gone -- the footprints in the blades of grass, the cigarette dangling from the ashtray -- but the psychology remains. The people are still alive. Poirot will interview them, and then he'll know the truth...

Cold Case operated like Christie's famed "murders in retrospect." It couldn't dazzle us with forensics, like its CSI sisters; most of the forensic evidence was gone. The detectives -- Rush and her team: Scotty Valens, Nick Vera and Will Jeffries -- had to follow the psychology of the crime, and that meant immersing themselves in the lives of the victims, the suspects and the survivors. Like Five Little Pigs, which I came to discover was widely considered one of Christie's classics, it dug deep into character, and that's what gave it resonance.

I was a casual viewer at the start, but writer Veena Sud's first-season "The Letter" turned me into a fan. Each Cold Case episode began in flashback, with a scene from the victim's life; it then skipped ahead to the crime scene -- then leapt forward to the present, when the case came to the attention of one of the detectives. As "The Letter" began, as it set down in 1939 in a boarding house for "colored women," I was struck by how vibrant the characters felt. The format of the Bruckheimer procedurals (the three CSI's, Without a Trace) rarely allowed the guest cast to make much of an impression; their personalities were typically stripped down to one or two useful traits. As Sud's characters chattered away like old friends, their speech seemed nuanced, their relationships complex. Forget the murder mystery to come; I would have been happy just watching these women interact. Even during the half-dozen interrogations that consumed a good chunk of the episode, the characters retained their quirks; they never seemed to exist just for the purposes of plot. And the case itself did more than just humanize its victim and survivors. It immersed us in an era far removed from our own, and used the attitudes, mores and prejudices of that era to explain how and why the crime had been perpetrated -- and why it lay unsolved. "The Letter" operated -- and succeeded -- on so many levels, it took my breath away.

I didn't know Sud's name at the time, but after "The Letter," I made note of it, and over the next few years, I continued to marvel at her work. If I had to list my top-10 Cold Case episodes, they would be "The Letter" from Season 1; "Daniela" and "The Woods" from Season 2; "The Promise," "A Perfect Day" and "One Night" from Season 3; "Forever Blue" and "A Good Death" from Season 4; and "Two Weddings" and "Free Love" from Season 7. Sud penned the first six. There were some fine writers in those early years (Jan Oxenberg and Sean Whitesell among them), but Sud's scripts were in a class of their own.

Cold Case hit its stride halfway through its first season: "The Letter," which aired in January of 2004, was followed by Stiehm's "Boy in the Box," easily one of her two best scripts. The show was on a roll, and it got tougher and tighter as it headed into Season 2; the writers had mastered the rules, and now they knew how to exploit them -- and when to break them. I used to think Season 2 was Cold Case at its best, but on re-viewing, I was struck by how much a key subplot -- an affair between Scotty and Lilly's barmaid sister -- drags it down, pitting the two detectives against each other in a way that reflects badly on both. (It derails the show the way Watson's pairing with Sherlock's brother did in the second season of Elementary.) And it's filled with laughable, sudsy dialogue like Lilly's "Whoring it up with a cocktail waitress won't bring back your dead girlfriend," a line that so reeked of camp in 2005, I had it emblazoned on a T-shirt. Season 3 isn't saddled with that story-line, but you can feel a bit of writers' malaise setting in. For every great episode, there's a dismal one to follow, and although the pitches themselves aren't bad -- e.g., "an insecure girl gets conned into helping two bank robbers" -- there doesn't seem to be much going on beyond the pitches. The show feels a little limp, like a series in need of a shake-up. And it gets one, when Sud is promoted to showrunner for Cold Case's fourth season.

The Season 4 premiere, Sud's "Rampage," aired on September 24, 2006. It depicted a mass shooting at a mall, and tackled issues of teen violence, gun control and bullying. As it examined the effects that a brutal attack can have on everyday people, exploring our capacity to cope and carry on, it asked the questions we all ask after a tragedy of this sort. When two teenagers open fire in a crowd, killing thirteen before taking their own lives, who shares responsibility? The popular kids who antagonized them? The self-proclaimed misfits who encouraged them? The adults who cast a blind eye to what was happening? "Rampage" was set in 1995, but it felt wildly relevant in 2006 -- as it does now.

Flashback #3: About four weeks after Season 4 got underway, I was struck down by an auto-immune illness, and was off my feet for nearly six months. I watched a lot of TV during that time, but I can't say that I appreciated a lot of TV during that time; probably as a result, I've always remembered Sud's first season as showrunner being underwhelming. But as Cold Case reminds us, sometimes you need to take a second look. I engaged in a Season 4 rewatch recently, and realized my initial impressions were wrong: it's a splendid season.

In the early years, the cases are paramount; we learn about the detectives mostly by watching them navigate the investigations. Once Sud takes over, she decides to delve further into the detectives' private lives, scattering subplots throughout the season. But she sees to it that the personal stories complement and even inform the cases, so they're never a distraction. And happily, and crucially, the subplots are all good ones: the disposal of Lilly's drippy, clingy boyfriend, with whom she'd been saddled at the end of Season 3; Scotty helping his brother come to terms with his childhood abuse; Vera's budding romance with the nurse next door; the integration of a fifth detective, Kat Miller, who'd joined in Season 3, but been left pretty much undefined. And best of all, the return of Lilly's ex-boyfriend (a rugged Brennan Elliott) in the fall, and the return of her mother (a wonderfully haggard Meredith Baxter) in the spring, both of whom shake up Lilly's life for the better.

The arrival of Lilly's mother is neatly foreshadowed, as several of the cases Lilly works in Season 4 prompt her to reflect on the abuse she suffered as a child. Fittingly, one of the season's recurring themes is parental neglect: in particular, mothers who mistreated their daughters, and who now regret the choices they made. (It inspires a string of memorable guest turns, from Jenny O'Hara in "Fireflies" to Patricia Place in "The Good-Bye Room" to Paula Malcomson in "A Dollar, A Dream.") But seeing all those mournful mothers doesn't exorcise Lilly's demons; if anything, it fuels them -- and when her alcoholic mother ultimately turns up, suffering from late-stage cirrhosis, the two have a lot to hash out. The ensuing story-line is a striking showcase for Morris and Baxter, but tellingly, it reaches its climax off-screen, and Lilly's left to recount the details to her partner Scotty; however much Sud delves into the detectives' lives in Season 4, she insists that Lilly's primary focus be her job, and that Cold Case remain a case-driven show. It's not everything Lilly's dealing with in her personal life that makes her so fascinating; it's that she puts her work -- and the victims she's fighting for -- ahead of everything she's dealing with.

As for the Season 4 cases themselves, they're mostly solid, and often strong. Twenty-four episodes, and only two that are stinkers. The stinkers are both by Liz Garcia, the show's most uneven staff writer; she gets off to a good start in Season 2, but soon runs out of steam. (A few of her pitches alone make me cringe: "an overweight woman looks for love," "a teenaged boy dreams of becoming a dancer.") But aside from Garcia, and the reliable Tyler Bensinger, Sud brings in a new writing staff, and the infusion of fresh blood proves key to the season's success. Sud loved her hot-button issues, and her writers reward her with episodes about institutional racism, women's rights, child abuse and forced prostitution -- but none of it's heavy-handed. The season doesn't get bogged down in messages; it doesn't get bogged down in anything. Sud demands her writers stay alert, keep their eyes on multiple targets. Her instructions aren't "tighten the mysteries" or "develop the characters" or "strive for relevance" -- she tells them, "Do it all." And make sure you address the question any good episode has to answer: why couldn't the case be solved then? Why now? What's changed? The best Season 4 episodes seem richly textured, taking on numerous and varied challenges and meeting them -- in a way we'd pretty much only seen, up to that point, in Sud's own scripts.

A few entries take on causes that Sud herself had already championed (e.g, Greg Plageman's "Sandhogs," with its plea for racial tolerance), and occasionally, the new writers seem a little too eager to please the boss. But mostly, it feels like Sud is encouraging them to find their own voices. And just as, by Season 3, you could recognize a Sud script just a few lines into any of her episodes, by the end of Season 4 you come to distinguish, say, an Erica Shelton script from a Gavin Harris script. The writers' styles become identifiable, highly unusual for a network procedural. (As a sidenote, that trend continues into Season 5, Sud's second and final season as showrunner, which shows promise of being as compelling a season as its predecessor. But it's ultimately done in by the dreaded Writers' Strike of 2007-08. The Season 4 cliffhanger leaves the show in a dark place; they start to lighten the mood just as the show is going on its strike-mandated hiatus, but with only six episodes left after the strike ends, they never have time to let the sun back in.)

The new writing team offers up stirring cases and engrossing story arcs. Their biggest challenge, though, is the rigidity of the show's format, which had already grown stale. Not the cold opens, which remained pretty much what I described above, nor the epilogues: musical montages that buttoned the cases, as the killers were taken into custody. Those were a given, and they bookended the episodes nicely. It's the interrogations that had become predictable. In the earliest seasons of Cold Case, not every interview grew confrontational, or dissolved into a flashback. By Season 3, however, the weekly formula had become the detectives grilling a suspect, announcing some new and incriminating evidence they'd just uncovered, then instantly turning up the heat with "And then you killed him/her!" To which the suspect would counter, "I wasn't the one who had a problem with him/her; that was [new suspect]" -- and then we'd cut to a flashback, pointing the finger at someone else. And then they'd go accuse that suspect, who'd deflect blame with their own recollection -- and it would all repeat. Six or seven times, and by then, it was about eight minutes to the hour, so you knew it was time for someone to confess.

That's what Cold Case devolved into fairly quickly, and the Season 4 writers don't entirely redress the issue; even a good episode like Garcia's "Baby Blues" still has the detectives pouncing on every suspect twenty seconds into questioning them. But the writers work to counter the show's predictable weeding of suspects by polishing their mysteries, and by dropping proper clues along the way, so that the reveals ultimately feel both satisfying and surprising. In Harris's "Blood on the Tracks," the 1981 murder of a married couple with ties to radical activists, a couple of throwaway lines early on provide a clue that ultimately flips the narrative. Shelton's "Fireflies," which tracks a girl abducted from her home in the mid-'70s, encourages the viewer, in the best Christie manner, to make an assumption merely because it's standard to do so -- then pulls the rug out from under them. And her "A Dollar, A Dream," which focuses on the plight of the homeless, hides its biggest clue in plain sight, letting a suspect indulge in a reverie that's so charming that you overlook how out-of-touch -- and potentially dangerous -- it is.

Throughout the season, you're struck by clever moves that don't feel calculated: the Sud touch is everywhere evident. Sometimes it's just a shift in focus, as in Jennifer Johnson's "The Key," which dredges up one of Jeffries' unsolved murders, or Sud's own "8:03 AM," which finds Miller reopening a case that's haunted her for years. Similarly, in Plageman's taut and tense "Offender," Scotty finds it hard to stay impartial when a case hits too close to home. And fittingly for a showrunner whose first great episode had stretched some sixty-five years into the past, the oldest cases prove among the most rewarding, notably Harris's "Static," which revisits the 1958 slaying of a radio DJ. (As with all Harris's scripts, it features immaculate period detail, here an understanding of how payola was changing the music industry, and how rock 'n' roll was forever changing American society.) Even when the show stretches itself too far, as in Bensinger's "Torn," which reopens the 1919 case of a murdered suffragette and attempts to solve a mystery where there are no suspects left to interview, you can't help but admire the aspiration.

In any other season, those would be the highlights, and they'd be enough. But Season 4 features three episodes that exceed even those, where the quality of the scripts is matched by sterling performances and stylish direction.

Harris's "The Good Death" casts Anthony Starke as Jay Dratton, an entrepreneur diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor: a smiling cobra who comes to realize the value of all that he's amassed. Starke is sensational as a corporate monster who finds his way back to the man he once was. Along the way, as Jay's mind keeps slipping into half-remembered images, director Paris Barclay manages some of the most graceful match shots in the show's run, the present bleeding into the past and back again with eerie elasticity, and Jay's hallucinations allow Harris to indulge in one delicious red herring. But Harris is careful not to let the writing get so self-consciously clever that it undercuts the grimness of the situation; when the character admits, in his final moments, "I've run out of ways not to think about the pain," it speaks to anyone who's ever suffered from debilitating illness. Ultimately, we learn that the killing was an act of kindness, and we're grateful for the intervention -- and doubly grateful when Lilly (whose own mother is facing her final days) decides, just this once, to look the other way. The closing montage is set to Paul Westerberg's "Good Day," and it's sublime.

Johnson's "The Good-Bye Room," directed by Holly Dale, offers up the season's most radiant guest turn: Johanna Braddy as Hilary West, a pregnant teenager in 1964, consigned to a church-run home for unwed mothers. She's surrounded by a particularly odious lot -- the weak-willed mother, the bad-seed juvie, the harridan nun -- but little by little, Hilary's unflagging optimism and unforced joie de vivre prove contagious. As the episode progresses, the other characters find themselves sympathetic to her plight and -- to the extent that they're able -- rally to her side. It's the rare procedural episode where the characters are not only defined, but dynamic. And there's one blissful scene midway through, in which Hilary and the other girls take a trip to a local record store, to sample the latest 45s. As they burst into a spontaneous sing-along of The Supremes' "Where Did Our Love Go," the light inside Hilary burns bright -- and even though you know it will soon be snuffed out, you're quite willing to forget that for the time being and just savor the moment. In its celebration of female camaraderie, it calls to mind the opening of Sud's "The Letter"; you watch it and think, "Johnson learned fast, and she learned well."

And finally, Tom Pettit's "Forever Blue," a GLAAD Media Award nominee and perhaps the series' most celebrated hour, touches down in 1968 and focuses on the relationship between two cops: Sean "Coop" Cooper, charismatic and cocksure, a Vietnam vet who can't give up the fight; and Jimmy Bruno, yearning for something better yet terrified what that might be -- the kind of guy who fits in anywhere, be it a loveless marriage or a corrupt police department. It features a trio of remarkable performers -- Shane Johnson (as Coop) and Brian Hallisay and Chad Everett (as Jimmy in 1968 and in 2006) -- and a director, Jeannot Szwarc, who puts a haunting spin on it all: filming the flashbacks in black and white, but accenting key objects in red (a police siren, a gunshot wound) and yellow (the candles at a christening). It's as if Jimmy and Coop shared something so ahead of its time, it's come to seem almost out of its time, and as Jimmy looks back from 2006, still deep in denial, only stray images linger: those, and a slew of emotions -- passionate, loving and loyal -- he can't seem to shake. At the end, after Coop's killers are brought to justice (with The Byrds' "My Back Pages" playing in the background), Jimmy "now" and Coop "then" have one final, imagined farewell. Szwarc shoots their reunion in black and white. And only after the love story at the heart of the episode has been truly acknowledged does the scene come alive with color.

Those three episodes go beyond mere brilliance; they're heartbreakers. They're classics. And they're surrounded by a dozen episodes that are quite splendid in their own right. Forget my initial, medicated response: the fourth season of Cold Case is an exceptionally fine one. I think the case could be made that it's the best season of any Bruckheimer procedural.

Do you enjoy these in-depth looks at hit shows? If so, check out my write-ups of Judging Amy Season 6, Gilmore Girls Season 7 (and the subsequent Netflix miniseries), and countless essays devoted to seasons of the great nighttime soap Knots Landing, starting here. I also look back at Murder, She Wrote and pick out The 10 Best "Murder She Wrote" Mysteries -- not (necessarily) my top episodes, but the best whodunnits. Or if you have a preference for sitcoms, I delve into Rhoda Season 3, WKRP in Cincinnati Season 4 and Bewitched Season 2, pen an appreciation of the underrated Mike & Molly, and offer up some thoughts as to why The New Adventures of Old Christine took such a tumble in quality over its five seasons.


  1. Hello Mr. Krasker, greetings from Brazil!

    That was a great analysis of the season and the overall show. I definetely agree that Forever Blue, The Good Death and The Goodbye Room were wonderful standouts, but Rampage will always be my favorite cold case episode. I'm no expert, but I think the way the script was structured in this episode was masterful, in the way it leads us to make assumptions only to sweep the rug off our feet, like you said about Fireflies. But it also makes us develop empathy for certain characters, and then it involves them in shockingly brutal situations.

    I will always remember the moments right after watching it, because I was in bed, trying to fall asleep, but could not shut my eyes. I kept thinking about what I had seen, and if anyone was looking at my face, they would probably think I was having a war flashback LOL.

    Anyway, the show is over now as it should be, since seasons 6 and 7 were a drag, but I will always miss it, especially Veena Sud's episodes.

    1. So glad you stopped by, and glad you enjoyed! I completely understand your response to "Rampage" -- honestly, I may well have undervalued it, mainly because by that point in the series' run, I had come to expect Sud's scripts to be brilliant. The surprise of Season 4, for me, was how many other writers -- and new writers at that -- turned out impressive work. My own favorite Cold Case episode is also a Sud script: it's Season 2's "Daniela," and it's one of those episodes that -- like you with "Rampage" -- I had a very visceral reaction to when it first aired. I was really shaken with both the story-telling -- the tricks it played on the viewer, without ever seeming manipulative -- and the deeply humanistic message at its core. Every time I rewatch it, I have as emotional a response as I did the first time. Sud had the gift.

      Funny what you say about Seasons 6 and 7. I totally agree. I had a whole paragraph about the decline of the show after Sud left, but cut it -- I kept telling myself, "Stay focused." But I so regretted Johnson and Plageman's decision, once they took over as showrunners, to make the personal subplots focal, often at the expense of the cases. That wasn't the show I loved; the show I loved let us get to know the detectives through their responses to the cases. Despite everything going on in their personal lives, they put the victims and survivors first; that's what was so admirable about them -- a point lost in Season 6 and especially the top of Season 7.

    2. Thanks for the reply, man!

      I know how you feel about Rampage, since I also came to expect greatness from Sud everytime her name came on the screen. Maybe that's why I did not enjoy Stalker, Thrill Kill and Justice as much as I should have, but that is another discussion.

      As for Seasons 6 and 7, I completely agree that the personal stories were better handled when they had an emotional connection with the cases and did not hijack the episode. That's exactly how we first found out that Lilly had a negligent mother in Fly Away, then there's the news of Elisa's suicide coming out in a collective suicide themed episode, and, as you mentioned in your text, Rush had to deal with the gradual decay of her troubled mother just as the characters had to do the same in the Jay Dratton case. The Road is another fine but subtle instance, as Rush found in Brenda's example a renewed meaning and strength to go through life, after one of her darkest phases in the show.

      Anyway, despite all that, I will still recommend the series to people in the future. And I know you didn't ask, but since you gave us your top 10, I'll give you mine. That's Rampage, Fly Away, Joseph, The Road, Death Penalty, The Promise, Best Friends, Wishing, Boy Crazy, The Good Death.

      It's funny how the top 10 always differs from person to person, but I guess that's the beauty of the series. It knew how to play with the emotional strings of each viewer, eventually finding one's weak spots, thus making it a very subjective and unique show to experience.

    3. Hi Rafael, I always try to respond to comments, and I was particularly pleased to respond to yours, as it was (obviously) the first one that I've received here. (The Cold Case essay is among my most-read, but strangely, didn't inspire comments.) I love that you listed your top 10: "The Road," "Fly Away" and "Best Friends" (along with "Rampage") are also among my favorites, and just missed my own top 10. It's funny what you say about expecting such great things from Sud that her later episodes seemed less impressive. I suspect that, as showrunner, she simply had less time to polish her scripts than she had in years prior; like you, I found "Stalker," "Thrill Kill" and "Justice" less impressive than her earlier scripts -- and actually, the one that seems to me particularly pallid (for her) is "8:03 AM."

      Yes, like you, despite the drop in quality in the final two seasons, I've long been recommending Cold Case to friends, and I'm just sorry that music clearance issues have prevented it from being released on DVD, which would allow so many more people to enjoy it. (I recorded most of the episodes to DVR when it originally aired.)

      And I agree: it remains a very emotional series -- far more involving, as I noted, than the typical procedural, with episodes so rich that we all respond in different ways to different ones, based on our background, our outlook and our experiences. Have you by any chance watched the UK drama Unforgotten? Each season is six episodes long, focusing on one cold case per season -- and I find it resonant in the way Cold Case was. As a neat twist, we don't just meet the suspects when the detectives do, but right from the start of each season, as we're introduced to clusters of families and friends, with no idea how they'll ultimately relate to the case. And then as details of the crime emerge, we slowly zero in on the characters who will become suspects, and begin to understand their connection to the victim. It's a wonderful way of getting us to care about the suspects even before the detectives come knocking at their door -- and like Cold Case, it makes for a very absorbing experience.

    4. Maybe you're right about Sud having had less time to focus on her own scripts after taking the lead. I didn't even mention 8:03 AM because for me, that episode was objectively underwhelming, so it could not be my fault that I didn't like it haha. Now I'm thinking of catching up on "The Killing", a more recent show that she has worked on as creator, showruneer and writer of several episodes. I will also take a look at Unforgotten, thanks for the recommendation!

      It's a shame that many people have not commented, because your analysis was well written and spot on. Believe me, your feeling that season 2 was Cold Case at its best and that the third season was lacking something was general. What you said about the episodes not fulfilling the pontential of their pitches in that season was true. In fact, one of the episodes that dissapointed me the most was "8 Years", because the awesome directing and atmosphere made it look like it was going to be something amazing, but it seems Meredith Stiehm gradually lost her touch for writing cases after season 1.

      I can also see why you said Liz W. Garcia lost steam after season 2, but I still liked what she did with "Detention", and I loved "Joseph". The idea of Lilly falling in love with one of the victims because of how much they had in common even though he was “dead”, and then risking her own job once she finds out he's alive, it was a winner for me (not to mention the awesome directing by Roxann Dawson), but it’s true that Garcia started to decay into season 4.

      I must confess, though, that at first I was surprised that you did not like "Shuffle, Ball, Change", but upon reflection I remember that when I first watched it, I was left with the impression that that the directing had been awesome, but that the story did not move me. I guess the reason was that I did not find the “one brother killing another with multiple hits out of jealousy” believable. I find that the episodes I like the most are the ones where I can understand why the killer did what he did given his personality and what he has been through, so I can either pity the killer or be happy that the scumbag finally got arrested, rather than be like “what the fuck…”. I also did not like Garcia’s "Ghost of My Child" because I found the script extremely predictable and trying too hard to emulate things that Sud had already done with "Fly Away".

      I spent some years away from the show, but I returned to it this week to finally watch the finale (downloaded the episodes, since there's no dvd and no reruns on TV). I had avoided it when it came out because I somehow knew I was going to be disappointed. And it was like you said, seasons 6 and 7 did not focus enough on bringing polished and complex cases, and that series finale was the epitome of that, since 45 minutes was just not enough to split between a decent case and a completely unrelated and lengthy character personal drama.

      Anyway, sorry for the huge comment, it’s just hard to find someone as fond of the show nowadays as you, and you have a gift for in depth comments. Keep up the good work!

    5. Thanks, Rafael. And please: no need to apologize for the "huge comment." I love when folks comment in detail -- my essays are expansive, I love when folks are as passionate as I am about the shows, and share thoughts that are equally expansive. I won't take up too much time here, as you pretty much nailed my feelings about Meredith Stiehm's scripts (although I thought "Two Weddings" was a wonderful late-series comeback), and Liz Garcia's as well. (I love "Best Friends," and quite like "Detention," but after that, I find her very spotty, with "Lonely Hearts" and "Ghost of My Child" being real lows. "Ghost" was such an awful way to end Season 5, and of course -- being that it was a truncated season, due to the Writers' Strike -- didn't feel like a season finale at all.) I actually thought the show had a nice (if brief) creative resurgence late in Season 7, starting with Stiehm's "Two Weddings"; I quite enjoyed the two-parter with Susanna Thompson, and the change-of-pace "Free Love," the one time I thought making the personal stories focal actually worked, because that was the very point of the episode -- time off from the detectives' usual routines -- and thematically tied to the case. But yes, indeed, the series finale was such a disappointment. They had to have known that there was a good chance the show wasn't going to be renewed; I'm sorry they couldn't have devised a stronger finale. Anyway, I won't belabor things here, but anytime you want to speak further about the series (like you, I suspect, I could talk about it for days), please feel free to email me. (My email address should be in my profile.)