CSI: Excolo - Season Opener

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Previously on CSI: Excolo

HERMIA being taken away in an ambulance. Closeup of SYL's anxious face. Quick cut to HERMIA looking at a bunch of lilacs next to her hospital bed.
*cut to*
PSYCHIATRIST'S OFFICE:
KARINA - I haven't been sleeping well. At all.
- PSYCHIATRIST hands her a prescription -
*cut to*
MAB DEVARN: I know you're on the take, Reaves. You've got Shairan written all over you.
ROBERT REAVES, LOCAL POLITICO *sneering* : You've got nothing on me, Devarn, and when I'm mayor I'm going to shake up your whole department. I hear Oakridge are looking for a new chief. I think a nice quiet backwater would suit you just fine.
*cut to*
TEZ, hungover, in his office - receiving an envelope. We don't see what's inside, but he sits back with an inscrutable expression:
TEZ: Al Shairan. *picks up telephone receiver, dials*
*cut to*
KARINA, slipping out of the back door of THE WHITECHAPEL. VALMONT watches her leave, then goes inside and opens a drawer in the office. CLOSE UP of handgun.
*cut to*
ROBERT REAVES, walking down an alley, holding a manila file. A single gunshot rings out.

OPENING CREDITS - montage involving MAB doing forward roll in street and cuffing perp, GLASS and SIMON examining a body in the morgue, GENNY sketching a suspect, HERMIA looking over her shoulder at VALMONT, AL SHAIRAN watching a building burn, KATE standing in a courtroom, TESS on a laptop with files scattered around her, REED and JOHNNY having a cup of coffee, MIAO holding a sword, WANDA underneath a spotlight in the Diabolique... Final power shot of the cops bursting out of the doors of the precinct.

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SEASON 2, EPISODE 1: BURN BABY BURN

SETTING: The Whitechapel, local dive right opposite the police station.

It's a hot, wet night in the city, the kind of night where you can smell the steam rising from the asphalt. The fan whirrs overhead and the door's propped open, but it doesn't do anything except bring in the smell of gasoline. It's about 9, and it's been a slow night so far. I polish the bar again. I wonder if it's true, the rumours I've heard, that Robert Reaves has been taken out. I hear his body was found out by the docks, but everyone is pretty tight-lipped this evening. I'm just surprised the media haven't latched onto it yet. But the station is pretty good at keeping secrets. Maybe a little too good.

Someone comes in through the door, and for a moment my heart leaps. But no, it's another petite woman with dark hair and a neat raincoat. They're a dime a dozen, so I shouldn't get wound up like this. And Hermia doesn't know what I do. Deep undercover is called that for a reason. It's best I keep her at a distance, for her sake as well as mine. All the same...

Someone comes over to the bar and I serve them a beer. Then I go back to polishing the bar. I think it's the only thing that's gleaming in the city tonight.

[OPEN!]