Oh no. No, no, no. This won’t do. I don’t mind when dramas leave one or two things hanging in the air, when there are still one or two mysteries unsolved, when an audience is – on one view, flatteringly – left to draw a conclusion or two for itself. But there’s a thin line between doing that and just not bothering to write a decent conclusion, and Hidden was firmly on the wrong side of that line. After weeks of Wentworth threatening to come out with staggering, blood-chilling revelations about Worsley, we never get to hear them – it turns out that poor old Wentworth was a patsy, to be assassinated on Morpeth’s instructions giving him an unconvincing excuse to launch a coup. In a cynical piece of bet-hedging Wentworth is described as “another plausible, ambitious PR man with a trust fund and a pretty wife” (i.e. David Cameron), then comes out with a Tony Blair quote about the hand of history. Ooh, how daringly satirical! Politicians, eh? They’re nothing like as clever as scriptwriters.
Meantime there was no explanation for how or why Harry’s brother came to be alive after all – even if it was no surprise – nor for who was intervening at key moments to keep Harry alive (possibly his brother?). Nor, for that matter, why the expert sharpshooter who killed Fountain couldn’t have reloaded and shot again to get Gina. Nor what Elspeth was up to, or what the business with Harry’s son was, or what Fountain had to do with the plot, or who was behind the helpdesk, or why baguette lady was killed, or… oh, to hell with it. I don’t really care. If this was an attempt to get a second season they can shove it.