Last night I watched “Criminal Minds” as I am wont to do on Wednesday night. Criminal Minds is about the Behavioral Analysis Unit–read, serial killer catchers–of the FBI. Most nights they work to analyze the motives, actions, and peculiarities of a killer so they can be arrested. Last night was the same except it involved a member of the team fans have watched over the past seven years.
In this episode, Derrick Morgan finds that his missing cousin is alive.
The problem is he told his auntie last season he incontrovertible proof her daughter was dead at the hands of a serial killer. Yes, Thanksgivings could be very awkward now. Anyway, when the cousin is spotted in Chicago, they go looking and find that she’s been held for eight years by sexual sadist who is now keeps her under control by way of their young son.
L-o-n-g story short, they catch the bad guy, free the cousin, and unlike many other Criminal Minds, no one is tragically killed in the end.
My point is, happy endings are vital. Initially I was interested in this story because of the BIG lie. In a drama of 41 minutes (yes, hour-long shows are now only 41 minutes long thanks to all those commercials) there is not enough time to examine how a lie like that affects a family, but it would have been wonderful to see it played out. I was also interested in a subplot that implied an organized sexual slavery ring playing out in the ‘burbs. Here in Portland, Oregon, such shocking things are alive, prospering, and occasionally reported on our local news. I also feared the cousin would be killed as they were trying to capture the suspect, leaving Derrick to deliver his newly-found nephew to his grieving aunt to raise. But, the evil doer was captured and all’s-well-that-ends-well.
This was a happy ending. Not a good outcome like you hear in business after a crisis in the shipping department is averted. A genuine happy ending. I know, happy endings are for saps. The truly intelligent among us are too sophisticated to accept such simplistic, pandering, fairy tale endings, and the real story is in all the psyche trawling that will come later.
I get it, I have lived a real life. I understand that one act, by one person can change your life and who you are forever. I get it, believe you me. But we can rejoice in the happy endings when they come. Happy endings are vital. They seems so rare. Though I suspect we each have far more of them than we can remember.
Take some time today and rejoice in a happy ending or two. And share if you like.
Take care–Susan Kaye