Many years ago I intently watched cop shows on TV, and for a while my favorites were the 1970s “Police Story,” set in Los Angeles, and late ‘50s through early ‘60s “Naked City,” filmed in New York. Both were heavy dramas with good acting, excellent production, and what seemed like believable story lines.
Cop shows are still with us, and I now watch this one: “Blue Bloods,” another NYC drama in its ninth season on CBS. It stars Tom Sellick as Frank Reagan, the police commissioner and a third generation cop who heads a family of law enforcement people. One is son Danny Reagan (played by Donny Wahlberg), a hard-bitten detective who looks nothing like his TV kid brother, Jamie, a uniformed NYPD sergeant, or father Frank, for that matter. Wayward genetics?
Aside from that, it’s really a well-done show, also with rather believable story lines, and I like it even though it has nothing to do with trucks or trucking. Except for a recent episode, when a young murder suspect jumps in a Chevy Malibu and runs away from Det. Reagan and his partner, Det. Maria Baez (played by Marissa Ramirez), who chase him across an unused parking lot in their unmarked Dodge Charger.
The mentally disturbed suspect had all but admitted killing a young woman (“She wouldn’t stop screaming”) and seems remorseful, but doesn’t want to face the music, as they used to say on older cop shows. That’s why he jumps in his car and races toward a conveniently parked flatbed trailer and T-bones it. Smash! Flying bits of plastic (in the old days they were glass)! Trailer’s jolted upward! Car nose dives slightly, but not enough for the cabin to completely under-ride the trailer’s structure. Car rests. Dust begins clearing.
Reagan and Baez’s prowl car (that’s what we used to call unmarked police cars when I was a kid) has come to a howling halt, and they run to the driver’s window of the Chevy. The suspect is slumped over the wheel. His head is still attached to his torso, which wouldn’t be the case if most of the car had slammed under the trailer, which it should’ve at the 40 mph or so the car was going.
(Incidentally, side under-ride guards for large trailers and trucks are on their way to being mandated in the USA, as they already are in the UK, Japan and elsewhere. But that’s another story.)
Reagan reaches in and feels for a pulse on a carotid artery in the man’s neck. None. He’s dead. Sad, but just as well, given the fictional circumstances and the reality that the episode is almost over. Thus there are no attempts at CPR.
By the way, the Chevy’s driver-side airbag did not deploy. Will the fictional suspect’s distraught relatives sue General Motors and Takata or whoever made the bag? Will they sue the NYPD for wrongful death? Maybe I’ve also watched too many newscasts.
But I still like Blue Bloods, even though the technical details of the suspect’s suicide by flatbed seem a little off. Why didn’t they consult with me on that script? I could’ve made it more believable, and wouldn’t have had to describe that scene in such a snide manner. Because like the Reagans, I prefer to be a good guy, even though I’m not a cop.