Blah blah New York, blah blah DOJ…. A re-energised Peter is determined to use the document/ smoking gun Sophia gave him to bring SOC down. This annoys Mrs Peter, who remembers the “mistake”(uh-oh) he made with Sophia four years ago and isn’t at all convinced he’s learned his lesson. Since it only takes about 12 seconds and a couple of crime scene photos for him to trust Traitor Joe with everything he knows AGAIN, I can see why Mrs Peter’s worried: her husband is clearly not a man who learns lessons. Her husband is an idiot.
This idiocy is further borne out by a bizarre scene where Peter and Traitor Joe crash some super-bigwig party to tell some super-bigwig Peter’s onto them. Peter, dude, they know. That’s why they carjacked you and stole your evidence and stuff last week, mind? And it’s why they’re now cracking down on your DOJ pal. Like I said: idiot.
I can’t quite decide whether Peter is quite as stupid as Harrison – still believing in Ruby-not-a-Reporter, OMG – though, since Harrison’s overwhelming obnoxiousness is clouding my assessment of just how much of a moron he is. This week, Mr Occupy-way-too-much-screentime surpasses himself by making his father’s eulogy (goodbye, Randall, you deserved better) all about himself and his search for the truth, instead of about, y’know, his dead father. I imagine we were supposed to be moved and inspired by the young man’s pluck but, given that Harrison’s search for the truth consists of the terrified Bob doing all the work and Harrison telling Ruby-not-a-Reporter all about it, I certainly wasn’t.
Forget the New York battle of the bozos, then, Bamako is the place to go on Odyssey this week, with all the best characters hanging out there, accompanied by all the best parts of the plot.
Poor Odelle is locked up in Ansar Dine’s “safe” house, with interrogator Omar threatening to kill her if Aslam and the flash drive aren’t found in 24 hours, and interrogator Omar’s right-hand man trying to rape her. (It really sucks to be Odelle.) She isn’t Special Forces for nothing, though, summarily dispatching said right-hand man with a spoon to the neck (OUCH) and making a break for it with the help of the Misses Ansar Dine while the Misters are distracted by the football. Boys, huh?
Sadly for Odelle, however, her exciting (and nicely soundtracked – I do like the music on Odyssey) dash through the narrow streets of Bamako comes to a stop in a dead-end street with Evil Frank and a gun at one side and the Ansar boys at the other. Picking the side marginally less likely to kill her where she stands, back she goes to a visibly amused Omar – “You did all that with a spoon? I would kill you right now if I wasn’t so deeply impressed” – who stops finding things quite so funny when Evil Frank moves onto killing his buddies instead.
As Team Omar ponders what to do about this, Aslam is at his uncle’s house, making unimpressed faces, trying to secure help for Odelle and kidding himself that Luc, the coolest man in the world, doesn’t know where he is. Heh. Of course, Luc knows where you are, fella. He’s not standing around directly under your window, looking amazing in his sunglasses, for a laugh now, is he?
While Luc calmly waits for the plot to remember what’s good for it and turn back to him, though, Aslam’s uncle unexpectedly takes a turn as the most useful person on the planet, summoning a Malian General to help, working out where Odelle’s being held and persuading said Malian General to mount the world’s most relaxed rescue mission (I have never seen a bunch of tv characters less interested in the building they just blew up or the guy that just escaped through it), all in less than half an episode. Et voila! Odelle is saved!
Or not. We do have nine more eps to fill, so our intrepid heroine is obliged to take yet another one for the team, grabbing the idiot ball from the boys in New York and contacting Col Glen, presumably to ensure another attempt on her life next week. Your plot thanks you for your service, Odelle. Although I do hope the fantastic Luc gets a bit more to do next time you’re in trouble; “Tango Uniform” was entertaining enough, but, despite only having one line and less than a minute of screentime, Gregory Fitoussi’s magnificently charismatic drug dealer walked away with the entire thing, outshining everyone else with ease. Give him more to do, show. It’ll be worth it.