I love how, no matter how many times I’ve watched a show, I never remember the murderer. Because it’s not about the murderer, or about how the clues fit together, or about how trouble the murder and the people around them are.
It’s about how Sally McMillan desperately wants to follow in her father’s footsteps, even though it gets her in trouble all the time. It’s about how Mac can’t help but grin at her and kiss her and hug her because she’s “his nut”.
It’s about how Laura Holt shamelessly flirts with Remington Steele, even though she doesn’t want a relationship. It’s how Remington Steele constantly bickers with Laura, only for them to kiss two minutes later. It’s about how she desperately wants to know more about him, but she also wants to have him be a mystery.
It’s about how Laura Hobson looks after Robbie Lewis. It’s about how they very clearly and very obviously have feelings for each other, but they can’t and won’t act on it. It’s about how they slowly, naturally, without realizing it start forming a relationship.
It’s about how scared Linda Reagan is, every time her husband walks out the door. It’s about how Danny Reagan assures her they’ll be okay. It’s about how he caresses her face when he kisses her, how she’s always smiling when they kiss. It’s about how, despite two boys and two busy jobs, they still keep the romance alive.
So for me, it’s not about the criminals and the crimes. It’s about the people, and who they interact with each other.
















