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Title: Best Laid Plans Season: 1 Episode: 2 First Air Date: March 8, 2001 Ratings: 8.0/13 (8.5/14) (Overnight) (37 overall) Teleplay By: Elizabeth Sarnoff Story By: David Milch & Anthony Yerkovich Director: Matthew Penn Mooney's Favorite Brand Of Coffee: Uban Guest Stars:
Our Rating: 9/10
Fan Rating: 9/10 (Average of all fan submitted ratings)
Review/Synopsis: "Don’t let New York confuse you," Jimmy Flynn told Sarah Day. Easier said than done Secret Agent Man. Det. Mike Mooney is not pleased, he’s working in a cubicle with high school drama props for walls and there isn’t any Uban coffee either. Then again, as Olsen told Preecher, the guy is never pleased. His partner Vincent Trout was temporarily jazzed by the non-dairy creamer in his coffee until Sarah drops the bomb that the 11th (that’s his squad and his girl Brigid) were being brought in on the warehouse takedown. Terry Maddock is also terribly invested in the warehouse. While breakfasting with rebellious bagel lover Chris Scott, he apologized for his part in Vicky’s death, the rift however, remains. So, Terry put the seed in Chris’ hot-brained head that he ought to chaperone the two Italians. It’s all about lessons whether it’s a punk like Chris or the FBI; as Terry gloatingly informed Jimmy, somebody’s the organ grinder and somebody’s the dancing monkey. Later Terry met with his Russian buds though he doesn’t take a shine to silent Mitya. Shifty guys have intuition when it comes to other shifty guys and besides gentile smiling mimes have always been way creepier than standard mustache twirlers. Regardless, Terry handed over the green cards and cut out the Italians. Inside the warehouse the alarm is triggered and the three stooges scatter. Chris and another guy are nabbed while the third races into the street, trapped, he aims his gun at Det. Trout, and there was no choice but to shoot. Agent Flynn I.D.’s Chris and the latest in the set-up series dons on him. All Jimmy can think on the way back to Day’s surveillance car is dance, monkey, dance! Back at headquarters, there was a warming trend as Sarah tried to deal with having watched it all go down on a screen and lent an ear to Flynn’s own disillusioned take on his crafty informant who after 27 beeps was still drunkenly awaiting the 28th before he’d respond. In the box, Mooney tried to work his gruff magic on the perps until Preecher had the unlucky task of pulling the case away. Understandably Mike had a couple of grievances. Meanwhile, Vincent was having a tough go of it, IAB confirmed it was a clean shoot, but he could still feel the blood on his hands. Brigid offered him solace at her place but only his idol Mike could really assuage the guilt. The way Trout looks up to Mooney you half expect him to say, "Thanks, Dear Old Dad" like any loyal Oggy Doggy would. Mooney’s prescription for surviving such a downshifting day naturally involves pushing around a bad guy, preferably a moneyed guy. Howard Klein (presumably a rank or so below the head string puller) was a prime target, what with there being none of his fingerprints in his own apartment. Mooney and Trout let it be known they were coming at him, take that you- you (insert favorite sailorish epithet here). Episode two: Big Apple is already contributing to the television lexicon with The Organ Grinder and The Dancing Monkey which probably means CBS will drop the axe any day now and double up on Diagnosis Murder.
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