Designated Survivor s1 ep 21


It’s season finale time and Agent Q is done waiting around, so she dispenses with last week’s big-ass cliffhanger in the most bad-ass fashion possible, saving everyone (including herself) with minimum fuss and maximum style. Hi-fives to Agent Q! As for Conspiracy Corps’ pesky attempt to frame her with schematics and anonymous calls and the like, the very relieved and absolutely outraged Reed Diamond’s got no time for that either. “Get these cuffs off her right now!” he orders anyone foolish enough to arrest his beloved Q for treason yet again. “She’s a suspect in a terrorist attack!” may have been an entirely understandable response in the circumstances, but “The hell she is! Let her go!” made me cheer and squee. Even if Qiamond is just a figment of my ardent shipper imagination.

Either way, having already done the “Agent Q is arrested and locked up as a criminal, but she’s actually a hero” thing earlier in the season, the show deserves credit for not wasting more than seconds on it this week. A quick call from the White House backing Reed Diamond up and, instead of heading to an interrogation room, he and Q are back at 1600 Penn having a confab with PJB and Moss about the Bad Billionaire problem. Reed Diamond’s come a long way but by-the-books habits die hard, so he’s still keen on playing things the slow, MacLeish way. As Moss points out somewhat brutally but inarguably, though, that didn’t exactly work out last time, so hurrah, it’s time for another FBI raid! Which the Bad Billionaire eludes very easily, much to everyone’s shock and surprise (and a very special “Dammit!” from Q herself) , although how they ever thought he could have missed the fleet of SUV’s roaring up his incredibly long driveway, I’m not sure.

The Bad Billionaire being in the wind is not the only problem though. Catalan’s on the loose again, with Mole Guy getting him into the Pentagon for phase whatever-it-is of Conspiracy Corps’ Evil plan. Agent Q’s having none of this either, though. The entire Pentagon staff may not be able to stop him, but this fool makes the rookie mistake of driving past the one woman who can and the fight is on! Although it’s a slightly disappointing one given that Q seems a little rusty – I guess she’s been through a lot over the past few episodes. After a somewhat prolonged tussle, she does eventually manage to send Catalan off to meet his maker, albeit not before he points out that it’s not over yet. Dun-dun-DUN.

Back on Pennsylvania Avenue, PJB is telling Abe Leonard exactly the same thing and strangely, given his usual attitude to the Administration, Abe Leonard is buying it, agreeing not to publish his big Jason Atwood scoop for now. Beyond “irritant for Seth,” I don’t think I really have a handle on Abe Leonard’s character, to be honest; I have a feeling the writers don’t either. But never mind that! While Leonard’s stepping back, Aaron’s stepping up; defending PJB on the talk show circuit, going on a special mission for him – I love Aaron. As does PJB, who’s bringing him back into the fold and making up a job for him whether he likes it or not. (SPOILER – he likes it a lot) YAY!

Not that we’re done with Conspiracy Corps quite yet. After a sweet but determinedly platonic Channah reunion – “Can I get you a…. hospital?” HEE! – king of the friendzone Chuck makes ABSOLUTELY SURE Q catches up on her emails and, whaddya know? As I’d hoped, poor old Jason did send her the goods on Mole Guy before leaving his camo hideout and heading to his doom, so Mole Guy’s caught, and YAY! Again! Time for PJB to fill his staff and the American people in on what’s been going on via a big TV-President-style speech with a symphony of patriotism and righteousness swelling in the background, and for everyone left to get their happy ending. Except poor Agent Q who’s lost both her boyfriend and her boss/best friend and, having saved the Republic (till next season), is finally allowed to take a rest and grieve. *wipes away tear*

And that’s that for a thoroughly entertaining first season. As we’ve all said, Designated Survivor is no West Wing and it’s too idealistic to be 24 either, but that’s no bad thing. This first run has been an incredibly fast, fun, bonkers ride, with a genuine, comforting decency at its heart. The initial focus on grating First Family storylines was a mistake – I note with foreboding that the season ends with the awful Alex and kids back to stay – but the political drama/conspiracy thriller balance worked well for the most part, and the rest of the characters and performances were great, with particular credit due to Kiefer Sutherland, Maggie Q, Kal Penn and Virginia Madsen for adding something very special to proceedings. I hope they’re all back for season two. I certainly plan to be.


Designated Survivor s1 ep 20


“Despite recent disruption to the world order, this is not the time to retreat into isolation or populism. This is the time to show that global co-operation can and will lead us to a safer future.”

Sigh. President Jack Bauer, ladies and gentlemen, as usual talking a lot more sense than the real-life shower of lunatics and fascists about to drag us into the apocalypse, and momentarily depressing me as a result, but no time for Weltschmerz this week, we’ve got a recap to get through, and things are moving FAST. Except on the nuclear disarmament front, that is, where things are grinding to an ignominious halt, thanks to the ridiculous Abe Leonard finally publishing his “It wasn’t Al Sakar! Dun dun dun!” story.

While the First Mole Lady seizes the opportunity to try and get the classified goss again, Moss is apoplectic that PJB didn’t tell him first, Seth is confused but loyal, funny and frankly lovely about it (Seth is the BEST) and the French President is just rude, announcing to NATO that she’s taking PJB’s Kum-ba-ya plan (despite it being HER IDEA) off the table because she thinks he’s too gauche to deal with. (Not that he helps himself by drawling “Madame” at her in cringe-worthy fashion every chance he gets.) After a few weeks when PJB has seemed much more authoritative, it’s disappointing to see him slip back into brow-beaten, sad-sack mode; I half-expected the cardigan and glasses to come back out, and the five minute flirt with “Madame” didn’t really turn that around for me – I thought he was going to kiss her hand at one point, ew – but it seemed to work for her so maybe we will eventually get our nuclear disarmament in season 2 after all.

There’s still a lot of other season 1 business to get through between this and the finale, though. While PJB’s away, Emily and Aaron will… sadly, not play, but will see each other across a crowded restaurant, have a very nice hug, and tease me with talk of wanting to work together again and anything could happen and the like. (You guys, I WANT THEM TO GET TOGETHER SO BAD.) Since Aaron is quite obviously delighted to see her, and Emily is quite obviously ready to take a stiletto to his lunch partner’s face till she realises it’s his cousin rather than some Julie-come-lately muscling in on her man turf, is it too much to hope we might get a snog next week? Or do I have to wait till season 2 for that as well? Hurrumph.

From a metaphorical ship to a literal one, meantime: Agent Q is running about the USS Conspiracy Corp, whacking folk with the wrong end of an axe, presumably since any federal agent chopping folk’s heads off would have to deal with a tsunami of paperwork. Mid-thump and before Catalan cataches her again, she manages to get a distress call out to a very nice lady at the US Coast Guard who doesn’t quite understand the significance of it at first. La Guard gets there, though, bless her, and gets hold of Reed Diamond, who is now FRANTIC with worry for the missing Q and yelling at everyone about everything, bless him. Now, obviously, Unpopcult keeps a keen eye on the latest developments in employment law and does not endorse vociferation as an ideal management technique in real life. But on this show, at least, it does seem to get things done – and by “things,” I mean a huge, practically immediate FBI raid on the USS Conspiracy Corp, and a lot of authoritative shouting and shooting and deck-clearing which is very impressive and exciting indeed, even if it almost ends me when I think it’s about to accidentally end poor Agent Q. It’s a great fake-out, leading to an absolutely fantastic cliffhanger – how will Q get out of this fresh fix? Will Reed Diamond admit his feelings for her? Are Reed Diamond’s feelings all in my head? And does Mole Guy really have better hacker skillz than Chuck? I don’t know, but bring on the next ep, I’m excited to find out!

Designated Survivor s1 ep 19


Reed Diamond is worried. Very worried. Agent Q hasn’t shown up for work, isn’t answering her phone, and isn’t anywhere to be found. What to do? Oddly, for a trained federal investigator, Reed Diamond doesn’t think of the obvious – “uh, go check her motel?” – till Agent Mike suggests it, but that has to be because of his overwhelming, brain-befuddling concern for his friend/ partner/ potential future girlfriend(?), rather than shoddy writing, no? Yeah – no.

Anyway, off Abbott and Costello Mike and Reed Diamond go to Motel Q, where they find an exceptionally clean and tidy room – I guess the folk who broke in took their shoes off at the door – but no Agent Q. Thankfully, the only working CCTV camera in the village clues them in on the Qidnapping, which not only worries Reed Diamond even more – dude, you’re gonna get frown lines – but brings Agent Mike and President Jack Bauer into the circle of concern as well. “I want every agency on this,” says the Pres, but he’s too late because a) “It’s already done” and b) Q is busy rescuing herself with underwiring because a decent bra really can support a girl in more ways than one. Yay! But also, Boo! because undergarments are great but they’re not going to get her off that boat, are they?

While Q’s sailing, er, somewhere, the Bad Billionaire and the suddenly very visible Mole Guy (he had, what, a minute of screen time, we find out he’s the mole, and now his scene count’s gone up by a zillion?) evilly chat about their evil plans, in such a way that the eavesdropping Atwood can’t quite tell what the evil plans are, but definitely knows they’re evil. Just when our man’s about to hear the deets however, he inexplicably decides to leave his camo cubbyhole and get shot. Oh, ATWOOD. Went to prison for a crime he didn’t commit, lost his job in disgrace, lost his son, lost his wife and now loses his life as well? FFS, writers, could you not, at some point, have cut the guy a break? A significantly less permanent one?

Sigh. I hope that laptop-twiddling he was doing at least means he sent the Bad Billionaire files to Team Q and Co before he was, er, terminated, or it really will be the final insult for the poor fella.

Speaking of insult, meanwhile, back on the West Wing-lite side of the plot, Kimble Hookstraten, Political Titan, is being persecuted by some amoeba heading up the Ethics Committee, much to the outrage of all members of Team PJB, present and former. Since her performance at the hearing more or less amounts to “I’m honest, I promise!” it’s a surprise to no one – except apparently Aaron and Kimble herself – that the Committee, looking for reasons to be unimpressed, finds them. Kimble decides to take them apples and make cider, though, getting PJB his fast-tracked funding for Tyler Richmond’s favourite music program, because nepotism and backscratching are only bad when politicians we don’t like engage in them, see? And El Presidaftie giving Kimble a Cabinet post right after she pushed his Bill through is totally going to help disprove the allegation that the Congresswoman’s up for a bit of quid pro quo, isn’t it?

*shakes head*

Of course, PJB’s naïveté-bordering-on-stupïdité isn’t Tyler’s fault. Tyler’s real sin is much more heinous: he suggests to Mrs PJB that First Families should “stick together.” WTF? Tyler, dude – NO. Nobody wants more scenes of Little P and the other one, when we can have Seth being utterly adorable about Air Force 1 – “Uh, can I wave?” – or, if we’re really stuck, literally anyone doing anything else instead.

Although Emily and President Moss (who now seem to walk about together as some sort of post-Aaron package deal – sob!) deciding they might just manage nuclear disarmament before the season finale might be the show pushing its luck. This was a good, exciting ep, and I like a liberal fantasy as much as the next person currently freaking out about the imminent fall of Western civilisation, but we already have the principled, moral, independent, non-partisan, super-smashing-terrific beacon of integrity that is President Jack Bauer to believe in. If Team PJB starts pretending Emily Rhodes can save the world, one nuclear warhead at a time, it might just push the show from fun wish-fulfilment territory into the land of permanent eye-rolls. Save that for season 2, if you must. Meantime, give us more Q kicking ass, bring down the Bad Billionaire and turn the heat on Aamily back up to a simmer, and I’ll be delighted.

Designated Survivor s1 ep 18


Well, that was quick.

After a couple of weeks of everyone getting excited by Kimble’s power and popularity on the Hill, Kimble’s power and popularity on the Hill either suddenly evaporate or never really existed at all. It’s a little hard to tell which, but, either way, she’s in bother when it turns out there’s something shonky about a piece of Turkey-related legislation she voted for 12 years ago and some dude she fired then has waited till now to spill the beans. Not so much revenge as a dish served cold, then, as revenge as a dish served frozen solid and under several layers of impenetrable glacier, but plot needs must, I suppose.

Senator Bowman can’t wait to jump all over this SCANDAL, obv – at this point, he’s almost as much of a bogeyman as Janice from Stalker was – but, fortunately for La Hookstraten, President Jack Bauer’s friendship, once earned, is hard to lose. And PJB has picked Kimble for VP, so it’s Kimble or bust, as far as he’s concerned. Which is nice, and I’m all for Seth, Emily and Aaron being on the same side again (small squee), but I’m guessing will probably need some sort of urgent, giant distraction to take the heat off the Speaker pronto for it to happen.

Lucky then that May sweeps are almost upon us and there are two giant distractions already on the horizon. First up, Abe Leonard, the world’s shoddiest journalist, is hot on the trail of the Conspiracy he as yet knows not much about. He manages to distinguish himself this week by talking to all manner of folk while getting nothing new out of anyone; the fact that Jason Atwood “left” the FBI under less than ideal circumstances and doesn’t like to talk about his son doesn’t count since it’s news so old it has a beard and a walking stick.

In fairness, Abe does manage to find out that his “source” is in the White House, but since said “source” is not so much Deep Throat as First Base, doling out very little excitement over very long hours, it doesn’t seem at the moment as if Mr Leonard is going to get to the finish line any time soon. However, as I said, sweeps are coming up, so I’m guessing his leisurely stroll somewhere in the vicinity of the truth will become a sprint to the heart of it over the next couple of episodes and he’ll either get hold of a lot more dirt or find himself buried in it. We shall see.

Meantime, our principal hopes for some speedy answers rest on the frustrated shoulders of Agent Q, who, having been spotted spying on Conspiracy Corp in North Dakota, tells the injured Atwood to lay low, but flatly refuses to do so herself. Having established by way of some solid investigative work and, uh, the power of her own eyes, that Catalan is indeed alive, off she trots with Reed Diamond to noise up Conspiracy Corp’s head honcho and advertise electronic controls for Ford in a moment so blatant, jarring and prolonged that I thought someone was hacking into the car and spent the next couple of minutes waiting for it to crash.

The meeting with Bad Billionaire (there being no other kind on this type of show) having yielded little we didn’t know already, Q is so disheartened that not even the unwavering support of Reed Diamond can cheer her up. “Go home. It’s late,” he says, tenderly (or maybe it’s only tender in the fanfic taking shape in my head), “Get some rest,” and I wonder again if I’m meant to be shipping these two. Perhaps not, since, instead of downing tools and walking out to the car park with the stable, sensible man who isn’t punching reporters, Agent Q phones Jason and his grief management issues again instead. Oh, Q. Although, who can blame her for putting off going “home” when “home” is currently a dingy motel room and “going” there means being drugged, kidnapped, thrown inside a van and carted off into the very belly of the beast. Oh, Q. It’s one way to get closer to the top of the treason tree, I guess, but maybe try a Holiday Inn next time?

Designated Survivor s1 ep 17


Not so much an episode of President Jack Bauer as an episode of Professor Julia Rombauer this week, as PJB’s old University boss suddenly appears (out of absolutely nowhere) to become the most important person in the show, and possibly in the entire country.

With PJB himself busy with badly-drafted gun control bills and giving Kimble Hookstraten the runaround on the VP post, he’s had to delegate a few things, so – no big – PJRB has apparently chosen the nine new Supreme Court justices, decided on the balance of the court for the foreseeable future and sorted out the constitutional direction of the Republic for decades to come. Or she’s tried to. The Democrats are on board, and PJB would happily have his old pal run the planet if he could but, as usual, the irritating-as-a-rash Senator Bowman decides to get in the way because, as we all know, nothing in life, politics, nor tv is that bloody easy. Of course, I say “as we all know” but “we” doesn’t seem to include Prof Rombauer, who is aghast and affronted at the man’s cheek. “I just can’t believe one man would exploit constitutional crisis for political advancement!” she exclaims. “Er…. can’t you?” replies the bemused viewer who isn’t remotely surprised by anyone exploiting anything for political advancement, but is astonished that for a world-renowned expert in constitutional law, Professor Rombauer doesn’t seem all that bright.

Once PJB mansplains the situation to her, though, she proves a quick study: “So when he claims he wants a balanced court, he just means he wants a court that agrees with him?” she wonders. Yes, Professor. And just in case you weren’t sure, there are twenty-four hours in a day and seven days in a week. Okay?

Anyway, after a quick show of throwing his weight around and getting nowhere, PJB and Emily decide the best way to deal with this is to appoint PJRB herself Chief Justice, on the basis that Senator Bowman can’t possibly object to the President’s bestie getting the job. This in turn prompts me to wonder if PJB and Emily are high, but we’re saved from this insanity by, of all things, PJRB’s Secret Pain, a plot twist (or more a plot slight bend, since we’ve never seen this woman before and have no actual reason to be surprised by her illness) which bizarrely ends up being more about PJB’s crushed feelings than hers. Huh. By way of consolation prize, however, at least PJRB sorts the constitutional crisis out for him before she goes, deciding the way forward is to fold rather than hold, and not appoint a Chief Justice at all. Which seems more weak than winning to me, but it delights everyone else, so whatevs. *shrugs*

While Team PJB is getting excited about appointing some Supremes, however, Team Kimble-and-Aaron are unsettled by a visit from Abe Leonard who’s all up in everybody’s business and all about exonerating Al-Sakar in the small matter of the Capitol bombing. Kimble refuses to comment, Aaron (still Team PJB in his heart, but possibly a bit less Team Aamily after her double-cross this week – FFS, Emily!) tries to reach Agent Q but ends up telling Reed Diamond instead, and even Seth gets drawn in; after his own special audience with Abe, he points out, entirely correctly, to a sceptical Emily that “the last time Leonard ran with a story (Seth) thought was crazy…. POTUS confirmed it.” Well-remembered, Seth. If PJB can’t have PJRB, at least he still has you.

And he would have Agent Q, I suppose, except that she and Jason Atwood seem to have taken up a semi-permanent move to downtown Conspiracy Town. What with the warehouse full of branded explosives – why would a secret terrorist group personalise their explosives? Is there a recommended font? – just lying there in the hands of the most dangerous people on the planet, poor Reed Diamond is desperate to send SWAT, Superman, anybody to round them up, but Q (taking a leaf out of PJRB’s book and running the whole show) is having none of it. She prefers a more get-up-close-and-make-yourself-as-conspicuous-as-possible method of “surveillance” that is both hilarious and stupid, and should have got her and Atwood killed a couple of times over, but hey ho. I don’t love this show for its commitment to realism. Not that I really loved this episode at all, truth be told. The White House stuff is basic and naive, the Conspiracy investigation has stalled a bit, and twist at the end is just silly, which means that while the ep is mildly entertaining, that’s about the best that can be said for it.

Designated Survivor s1 ep 16

On Designated Survivor this week, A Tale of Two Shows on Two Floors.

Overground/ upstairs, the PJB administration tries to push a gun control bill nobody really believes in through the Senate – they’ll “fix it in the House,” apparently, which seems risky to me, but then again I’m just recapping not legislating the future of a nation. The writers and the cast do their best with this Very Important Subject: Aaron gets to reach out to Emily (SQUEE!) and offer Kimble’s help; Kimble gets to reach out to PJB and confound him yet again (easily done); and the First Lady gets to almost screw everything up, as per usual, with the supposed “move” to Camp David now nothing but an ephemeral, beautiful, idea consigned to the dustbin of time, along with Betamax and my youth.

While perfectly watchable and reasonably entertaining, none of this save-the-bill, save-the-world stuff is very surprising. PJB is earnest, Moss has a whale of a time chewing the scenery (and chewing up anyone not playing ball), Seth is Seth and therefore awesome, and the final vote is fun, albeit the “shock! twist!” is about as “shocking!” and “twisty!”as a ruler. The problem with spending such a big part of any episode on a serious politicking story like this one, however, is that it reminds us of what the show isn’t capable of doing, as opposed to what it is; I’ve said in the past that I really don’t mind PJB not being The West Wing and I don’t like comparing the two, because PJB’s not meant to be a serious prestige political drama, it’s a high-concept thriller set against a political background, which is a very different thing. An episode like this one suggests, though, that the writers have forgotten that, and think this gleefully crazy show (I mean that as a compliment) can compete in the serious political drama arena, which it not only, patently, can’t, but makes that sort of unfavourable TWW comparison both inevitable and damning, whether I love both shows or not.

Since PJB is usually more successful when it’s being daft and thrilling than when it’s trying to be serious, then, it’s unfortunate that this weeks Conspiracy Plot side of things is more exposition than exciting. While upstairs focuses on gun control, below stairs is in charge of missile control – Agent Q (now apparently allergic to sunlight?) sticks to the lower levels, firstly using her basement office at the White House (When did she get this? What happened to QHQ?) to show Agent Mike all the exciting “Hey, we can blow stuff up!” graphics that she and Jason found on Janice from Stalker’s computer, before heading off on another road trip to Conspiracy Corp’s underground missile silo in North Dakota. Despite “the one man you can trust” Reed Diamond being back from his holidays, Q still chooses to take the not-entirely-stable Jason Atwood along instead, but he holds it together long enough for both of them to find enough bombs to blow up three Capitols, which I probably should’ve been a lot more aghast about than I was. I mean, I know it’s bad and all, but it’s difficult to get worked up about a dusty warehouse full of giant, oddly-shaped Lego. To be honest, I was much more excited by Aaron’s husky post-vote call to Emily (SQUEE AGAIN!), than anything Agents Q and Atwood were getting up to. The episode was fine, sure, and I enjoyed it, but PJB has been much sillier in the past and much better for it.

Designated Survivor s1 ep 15


This week on Designated Survivor, Team PJB – presumably stung by President Moss’s suggestion last week that their Administration isn’t so much governing as freaking out – decides to get back to the business of running the country, and do some cutesy re-start the clock nonsense to roll out the President’s agenda for the next/ “first”100 days. This requires yet another Presidential Press Briefing – dude loves a briefing – and a “Town Hall,” giving PJB the chance to speak earnestly and well, and a cheeky Seth to ask him what he thinks about pornography, and prompting me to wonder why Seth isn’t chief of staff instead of Emily, because Seth is smart and funny, you guys, and Emily is wearing a tank top (aka a sweater-vest). Her judgement is clearly suspect.

Of course, no discussion on US politics – fictional or otherwise – is complete without gun control popping up, and neither should it be. So when the First Lady – who, despite all that palaver a couple of weeks ago, has moved to Camp David in the same way that I have moved to Camp David, which is NOT AT ALL – answers a question about it in a sane and compassionate manner, everyone loses their minds. There follows some walking back, some political manoeuvring and a nice big Bauer hug, all of which are fine, but I don’t watch this joyously crazy, fun show for the serious issues, you guys – give me your ships, your assassins, your labyrinthine conspiracies which make no sense whatsoever, and I’m in clover.

And as far as the assassins and conspiracy count goes, we’re cooking with gas. (Just like Chuck’s apartment. Ba-dum-tish!) Reed Diamond seems to have a week off – or maybe he’s still standing frowning at QHQ behind last week’s two-way mirror, I don’t know his life – so Agent Q drags the other two law enforcement men in her life back into the search for Janice from Stalker (who might now have a real name and a back story, but she’s always a Janice to me) instead. Uh-oh…

Even the lovelorn Chuck can see when he’s being taken advantage of by the co-worker who isn’t so much unaware of his crush on her as wilfully pretending it doesn’t exist, but he keeps it to himself, focussing instead on performing some sort of miracle of forensic science and oh yeah, not getting blown up. Good work, Chuck.

Having only just avoided, er, “cancellation” at Janice’s hands, however, the undeterred Agent Q decides to give it another go by taking the still grieving and understandably agitated Jason Atwood with her to Conspiracy Corp’s Washington offices, which is not a good plan both for people management reasons – probably shoulda waited for Reed Diamond – and for Janice is wise to all of it reasons as well. Goodbye Janice! Maybe someday someone in Conspiracy Corp will be caught and NOT shot in the same episode before they can tell us all about it.

While the assassins and conspiracies are going strong, though, the ships are in port and not even close to anchors aweigh. Agent Q’s mind is firmly on the job, Reed Diamond is on the subs bench and I think we all know Chuck’s chances of Qmance are about as strong as my chances of moving to space. Which leaves us with Emily and Aaron, who aren’t so much not getting on as not getting within a two-mile radius of each other, because… well, I don’t know but I don’t like it. Or, as I’m sure the writers are calling it, “character development” since we suddenly parachute in a whole lot of stuff about Aaron and his backstory which, if it was something the writers worked out in advance, could maybe have been spread out over a few episodes so it looked more organic, and if it wasn’t, could not have been more obvious about it.

Still, I love Aaron, so after the initial (disconcerting but by no means unwelcome) revelation that he has charmingly bouncy holiday hair, I was quite excited to hear him speaking Spanish and find out his cute small-town-boy-made-big history. His cousin, I’m much less interested in, but as a means to an end to getting him back into politics, this time at Kimble Hookstraten’s side, I can live with her.

Because Kimble’s a Republican and all, of course, Emily has to pretend not to be delighted by this, so the only scene she and Aaron do share involves her playing it decidedly cool. But no matter. Aaron’s new job has to mean he’ll be spending a lot more time right back in Emily’s face, and since we all know what that led to last time (before, y’know, the whole suspicion of treason thing), I am DOWN WITH THAT.