Welcome to CSI:NY - EXPOSED! Here, we show what they don't show, so you get the team, the geeks, the complicated words which are supposed to be English, the flashing images (as the warning always tells us), but most of all, it is all snowballed together along with THE HUMOR! Yes, sit back and enjoy (although if you are short - sighted this is not a good idea) as these collections of bloopers blow some nitrous oxide down your throat AND MAKE YOUR GUTS EXPLODE!!
CSI: NY - EXPOSED!
- BLOOP -
Flack was running down the alley at high speed, chasing the suspect, leaping and vaulting over dustbins and various other things.
The camera was hot on his heels, not far behind, catching all the action. Suddenly, Flack slipped over and flew through the air at a magnificent height, all the while yelling his eyes out. He finally crash landed in a huge pile of boxes, and because he was relatively tall and lanky, his feet stuck out comically.
What was even more comical was that when he emerged, he had a small gash on his nose and a bruise on his forehead, but also covered in baked beans, with the tin can on his head.
'CUT! CUT, CUT, CUT!' the director yelled, and the suspect stopped in the middle of vaulting over the wall at the end of the alley.
Flack stood up, embarrassed.
'Whoever left that banana peel there,' he fumed, sticking his arm out and pointing at it, 'I will catch and pulverize into ridiculously tiny pieces!'
Everyone who was offset was now sniggering at the humiliation of Flack, who had by now almost certainly had his ego bashed and dented.
The camera man, who still had the camera rolling, swung round and focused on Danny (who was the only person going red and not laughing), deliberately zooming in.
He started whistling nonchalontly, and everyone looked at him, noticing that he seemed very suspicious and was probably the responsible person.
He gave up whistling and instead tried to defend himself by words (mainly because he had seen Flack marching towards him with an 'I'm-Going-To-Pulverize-You-Into-Deadness' look on his face.
'What? What did I do?' he said, alarm bells going off in his head. 'What? I-I don't litter! I don't eat bananas! It wasn't me!'
He started backing away from the ever nearing Flack, who by now smelled absolutely putrid.
'Flack, good buddy, it wasn't me! I'm telling you!'
He narrowed his eyes, disbelieving.
'IT WAS THE SQUIRRELS!' He said as a desperate attempt, which, of course, failed.
'It was good meeting you, Danny.' Lindsay said as she walked past, patting him sympathetically on the back.
I guess ideas sound better in the imagination, eh?
It's a Danny & Lindsay moment up next... although it's not what you'd expect it to be...
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