I wouldn’t have thought you could make an episode about a Presidential coma, an international hostage crisis and a Russian oligarch who wants to buy a French fashion house boring but somehow, this week’s Spin manages it.
Things begin promisingly enough with Marjorie being rushed to l’hôpital dans l’ambulance – sirens and a convoy and toutes les choses – but somehow, as the story progresses, the health of Le Prés becomes far less important than how Gabrielle’s dealing with it. And Gabrielle’s dealing with it by ignoring the Constitution, trying to temporarily assume power herself and keeping the rest of the country in the dark about what has happened to their elected leader.
Initially, of course, neither Madame Marjorie nor Monsieur Kapita are too impressed with this palace coup. Elisabeth, now apparently a constitutional scholar, takes it upon herself to tattle to the (previously unseen) PM who, entirely properly, seizes power right back and provides one of the few laughs of the ep in the process when he keeps right on enjoying his excellent Élysée lunch while the Gabster storms out in a big huff like she’s a teenager not allowed to go out on a school night instead of une femme adulte not allowed to ignore the rules of French democracy.
Simon, meanwhile, argues in vain for informing the media, pointing out to my utter delight that pretending Le Prés took a little dizzy turn instead of actually being on the brink of death is – wait for it – a “STATE FALSEHOOD.” The first “STATE FALSEHOOD” of the season! I think I actually cheered.
This being “Everybody Loves Gabi” week, though, no one can resist the combined power of the barrette and pencil skirt suit for long.
Elisabeth, bored with hanging out at her critically ill husband’s bedside, drags her along to a bar, smiles, gazes, and generally seems so smitten with her that I’m genuinely surprised she tries to go home with the random homme from the bar instead of the Gabaroni herself.
Simon, meanwhile, enjoying his food a lot less than the PM – “I hate it but I wanted to eat something I hate. Do you ever get that?” Um, no – takes a few minutes break from being weird about his daughter and sleeping on his couch in his work clothes (every week he’s there on that couch in the same white shirt and black trouser combo! Does the man not have any concept of PYJAMAS?) to be weird about his co-worker and watch her sleep on her couch instead. He smiles, gazes and clasps Gabs’s hand (but not yet her visage, for those on Face-Stroke Watch), and generally seems so smitten with her that it stands out even in the middle of the French government equivalent of PANIC STATIONS! “I’ll leave you to flirt,” snarks a colleague, leaving the crisis meeting about the hostages in high dudgeon. Not a shipper, then, eh?
Even the random fixer-type that Ludo and Deleuvre get themselves mixed up with has Gabi-related feels. Ostensibly there to try and broker the sale of a steel company to his Russian boss – I’d have been much more interested in Hermès too, in fairness – Monsieur Middleman gently reminds La Secretary-General of their whole lotta history together before offering his services as an international hostage release broker on commission. This is unlikely to be une bonne idée, given what we hear from Ben
d It Like Beckham Hussan, whose advice not to go near Bakian seems entirely sensible even if he is in the throes of Ludo-related jealousy at the time. Yo Gabba Gabba herself isn’t around to hear it, though, and it’d be a gross violation of scriptwriting law to bring in a super-shifty dude with a super-shifty past if he’s not going to do something super-shifty and expose it so I’m guessing Monsieur Middleman will be around to hold her secret over her head un peu longer. Malheureusement.