Okay, if you don't have an HDTV, but you see this show on one, you're seriously going to shit yourself, and then run out and buy a 58-incher, because it looks gorgeous. Honestly, I think it's one of the best-looking shows on TV right now. The high-contrast feel and the sweat glistening on every character's forehead really invokes what I imagine Miami to feel like (I've never been, but I've certainly been to Florida enough times to know that if you're not prepared to be "aglow" all the time, then you're certainly not prepared for Miami-Dade County).
Anyway...let's get to it, shall we?
The show opens on a freshly rained-on Miami street, and soon we're in the interior of a car driving along a main strip, as Michael C. Hall's voice narrates: "Tonight's the night, and it's going to happen again...and again. Has to happen." Hmph. You seem pretty certain of...what exactly? That's a pretty weird thing to say and not follow up on. He continues, "Miami is a great town. I love the Cuban food...pork sandwiches, my favorite." As we're treated to various shots of Miami nightlife: "But I'm hungry for something different now." I hear you, dude. I've got some pickles in the fridge. Maybe some flan? Oh, wait, you mean murder, don't you?
Cut to some outdoor gala event where a boys' choir is singing something in a language I don't know. As they finish the song, one of the young boys (in a very awkward bit of blocking) steps forward as the camera pans out to reveal a very sanctimonious-looking middle-aged man, who looks out at the audience as if he invented boys' choirs. Dexter's out in the car, watching from afar, and he voice-overs as he watches the man mingle with other children and a few adults: "There he is. Mike Donovan. He's the one." Clearly, Mr. Donovan isn't as squeaky-clean as he now appears at this event, shaking hands with apparent benefactors.
A bit later, Mike Donovan walks to his car, and as soon as he's in the driver's seat, Dexter's got a hunk of piano wire blocking his windpipe from behind. Pretty slick! Dex: "You're mine now, so do exactly as I say." "What do you want?" "I want you to be quiet. Now drive." Whoa, that's mega-intense. Not having much choice, Donovan drives while sweating and struggling to breathe, because Dexter still has the piano wire wrapped around his neck. Dexter clearly knows where they're headed, because he dictates each turn, and Donovan does as he's told. I have a feeling Donovan knows where they're going as well.