As if to make up for the measured pace of the first nine episodes of the season, the finale shifts gear and goes charging through huge amounts of plot in thirty minutes or so: Terry and Hildy, trying to find out who killed Neyers, will suspect Blunt, Salter, Harbach, Mrs Harbach, Wilkerson, Navarro, and a dude called Howard Toomey, before finally working it out. At least this time they have the support of Koto, who seems to have developed a pair after last week: “We don’t work for Perez. This is my call”.
Which, once the mystery has been solved, brings us to what looks like the inevitable endpoint: Terry and Hildy go for a walk in Golden Gate Park, chug some beers, brush up against each other… But just as Terry mentions “love”, and they look at each other soulfully, a phone rings and the moment is interrupted. I’ve asked this before of other shows, but isn’t anyone thinking of me? Just because there’s been a suicide, that’s no reason for a ship to capsize.
But that’s where we end the first season, and if you’ve been counting you’ll have seen something of a difference of opinion on Unpopcult about this show. For what it’s worth, though, I thought Murder in the First was very good indeed. On one level was it was endearingly old-fashioned – one investigation, two cops, a bit of will-they-won’t-they – although that might have been because Steven Bochco was at the wheel. But it was refreshing to watch a new show which didn’t want to be the most important thing in the history of Western culture, but stuck to the basic premise of a good story told well. I’m delighted it has been renewed, and that it seems we in the UK might get season 2 as early as May. And if anyone’s wondering whether to give this season a go, I’d recommend it.