Interspersed within that last scene were ominous shots of what appeared to be an abandoned gym (you know, between this and the abandoned boxing ring, you have to figure the economy hit Miami's fitness community hardest of all). As anguished moans fill up the empty rows of lockers, we wind into the shower stalls, where John Lithgow, our Trinity, is wailing in his altogether. That's two, show. Don't think I won't be sending y'all a bill when this season's finished. Trinity turns up the hot water and basically scalds himself as he cries. Man, see what happens to children who are denied iPods?
Back at the station, Deb totally bails on a phone call with Anton when she sees Lundy. Sigh. She is going to fuck this one up in every imaginable way, isn't she? That she greets her old boyfriend with a "Motherfucking fuck" only slightly lessens my dread. He opts not to tell her he's in town on a case, interestingly enough; rather, he just says he's retired and that his "natural forward momentum" brings him to Miami. He passive-aggressively motions to the photo of Deb and Anton on the desk, but verbally merely congratulates her for making detective. This whole awkward interaction ends as Lundy takes his leave, and Deb's like, "Maybe I'll see you and maybe I won't, you don't know." The little "really??" head-tilt Jennifer Carpenter gives before Deb walks offscreen is kind of a gem. I promised Jeff if I took this gig I'd continue singing her praises, so here's my weekly "Jennifer Carpenter is awesome" moment. Because she is.