There I was, sitting watching Nikita, thinking it all seemed to be going oddly well for Nikki and co for a change, and wow, have they really defeated Amanda and that posh dude already, that was a bit too easy, and what about the two episodes we still have to go, surely we’re not going to spend the entirety of them trying to figure out Sam/Owen’s dealio because dear me that sounds tedious and then OMG Squee! SQUEE! Awww! and then… wait…. WHAT?!
OH, COME ON!
24 hours after I watched this episode and I’m still confounded by the mind-boggling ridiculousness of the final twist. I mean…. How… When… Whaaa….?
Oh, forget it. No explanation will make it better. Or less annoying. On the plus side, though, we had Michael (looking very good this week, a little humility suits him) learning a home truth or two from Ramon who we’ve met before but I didn’t recognise, some exciting craziness about control of Pakistan’s ballistic missiles and the bonkers but fun storming of The Shop. (I particularly enjoyed Mikey’s rueful expression when REDACTED asked him if her rescuers were “CIA?…. Marines?…. Division?!” And REDACTED’s face when she realised was hilarious too. Heh.)
Of course, all of this was even further from plausibility than Pakistan from Dubai in the Blue Wolf plane. Except for the way Nikki and Michael fell back into each other’s exhausted arms (and onto each other’s faces) after it was all (not quite) over. That felt both earned and real – no navel-gazing, no speechifying, just finally coming home to each other. Awwww. Like I said last time Ramon played Cupid – never mind the plausibility, you guys, feel the SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEE.