It’s a family affair on Odyssey this week as Peter and Ron both have Daddy-daughter issues, Harrison continues to trade on his Dad’s name and poor, put-upon Bob loses his long-suffering Mum.
Since she’s been raging at him for weeks now, Peter’s daughter Maya turning up unannounced at the Decker house for Daddy-daughter comfort seems both unlikely and unwelcome, but she seems to have fallen out with her Mum instead now, so I guess absence makes the heart etc etc. Which is apparently also true for Sophia; four years away from Peter and suddenly she’s all sweet talk and “I have you” and “I’ve given my security detail the night off, how’s about it, honeybunch?”*
(*possibly not a direct quote.)
Peter just about manages to resist her and her frankly fantastic hair, but this heroic self-denial may all turn out to be for naught since Maya turns up AGAIN – FFS, what kind of safe house is Grammy running? – looking for more hugs or something, and is outraged to think Sophia may have been there, hugged that instead.
As Daddy Decker tries to juggle his ex-lover, his daughter and his hunt for Yusuf Qasim, meanwhile, Ron wonders, entirely reasonably, why some strange, adult woman keeps hanging out with his tween daughter Suzanne to “talk Tolkien,” because even Ron knows his daughter’s not that interesting.
Of course, Suzanne is outraged at her father’s interference and the thought of her little Fellowship of the Ring breaking up, so poisons herself with deadly nut cake (as you do) to create a big drama, get lots of attention and keep her spy friend. But don’t try that at home, kids! Maybe just find some age-appropriate pals to hang with instead, huh?
Suzanne isn’t the only one who just escapes death in New York, mind you. Harrison goes to a very odd demo to meet Yusuf, only to find himself meeting some other guy instead – because Yusuf’s not as stupid as Harrison – and only for Ruby-not-a-Reporter to shoot the other guy in the head. Um…
As usual, the show’s chief moron believes Ruby-not-a-Reporter’s excuse for being in the vicinity of both him and the now-dead other guy, but at least some of Bob’s persistent warnings must’ve sunk in, since even Harrison’s not quite prepared to believe everything and eventually persuades Ruby-not-a-Reporter to admit she’s not-even-actually-a-Ruby. After which, these two dreadful people have sex. Ugh.
Moving swiftly on, Bob is having a terrible week. In the most excruciatingly awkward scene of the season, he tries to kiss Harrison who turns him down surprisingly sensitively but utterly mortifyingly, nonetheless. And then, just to really put the boot in, his Mum dies of what appear to be natural causes. Which is sad, but also an odd development in a show that’s supposed to be about an international global conspiracy.
In fact, a huge chunk of the family-themed stuff (Maya, Suzanne, Bob’s Mum) this week seems entirely unnecessary to the plot, but Odyssey wouldn’t be Odyssey without a bunch of superfluous storylines taking up screentime, so it’s hardly a surprise.
Never mind all the NY nonsense, then, at least the African sub-plot is still progressing reasonably entertainingly, if no thanks to the increasingly insufferable Odelle.
Just when she’s about to be dragged off by bandits, alpha male Luc drives up in a flurry of sand and machismo: “She’s mine!” he says, firmly (*fans self*) before threatening, bluffing and bribing the bandits into submission, and carting Odelle and Aslam off with him. OMG!
I, of course, am on high shipper alert here: “handsome man rescues pretty woman from terrible fate” is Romance 101, surely? Sigh. Apparently not on this show since, never mind romance, Odelle can’t even manage rudimentary good manners. Does she at least thank the man for risking his own neck to save her and her sidekick? Does she heck. She makes snotty remarks about his service in the Foreign Legion instead. If Luc really is planning to hand her over to Evil Frank – bundled up in the back of the truck again, after a brief tussle and some tough talk – when they all get to Timbuktu, I couldn’t blame him. Much more of her obnoxiousness, and I’d be tempted to hand her over myself.