Sean’s got a busy few hours ahead of him saving humanity, but first he has to check in with Leila, who lapses into unconsciousness. At least, I think she does; you’ll appreciate it’s hard to tell. That having been done, he’s back with Vicky and the gang trying to shut down the American-centric virus release. With the food and money virus-spreading operations dealt with, it’s just Sophia at the airport to go. It turns out that Sean – let’s not forget, a software engineer – is pretty handy in a gunfight, and seems to be a skilled negotiator as well, as we find out when he corners Sophia with the remaining lung-bomb. In fairness, perhaps it’s just skills he’s picked up watching TV – I like to think that if the situation arose I could be all, “cover me” and “copy that”. Sophia surrenders, although somewhat defiantly. Killing everyone was an act of mercy, apparently. Well perhaps, Sofes, although not how I would regard it.
Meantime in Washington President Martinez snatches power back from Jarvis, but while he’s doing so there’s a series of earth tremors all over the world. The aliens are coming! (Those who aren’t already here, obv.) There’s a bit more blathering about how they were here first, and then – just in the nick of time, you might think – we get to find out what The Event actually is, apart from an underperforming sci-fi drama limping towards cancellation. “It’s a rebirth”, explains Simon. “The next step for our people. We’ll change. Evolve into something else. Something greater. But your people won’t survive it.” Rather then clarify what he means, though, he directs Sean towards the ancient scrolls.
Finale. Sean reluctantly gives Vicky a hug then – can I say again, inexplicably – leaves her to go and touch Leila through the plastic of her isolation tent. Oh, but he’s knocked her up. He’s going to be the daddy of a quarter-alien baby! Lovely. And the aliens arrive: or, at least, their planet does. Now I’m no astronomer, but I have a vague feeling that there’s something about gravity which makes having a planet hang in the sky a bad thing all round. Not for FAOTUS, though, who breathes “Home!” when she sees it, confirming her membership of Team Alien.
And we’re (probably) done. I say probably, because there seems to be an outside chance that The Event might be revived on another broadcaster, although that seems to me like the tough-talking that execs do when their show gets cancelled. I’d be surprised, but who knows?
Overall, The Event was kind of not bad; I quite enjoyed it, and watching it rarely felt like a duty. The Washington scenes worked almost embarrassingly better than the out-in-the-field scenes, to the point where it looked as if the writers recognised this by pulling Leila out of active duty and replacing her with someone more kickass. I’d never seen Jason Ritter before (although I’m presently loving him in early Parenthood, of which more soon) but felt that he was a little miscast here, although he did his best. Can I settle for “better than FlashForward” as an epitaph?