We’re back on the Grid this week, and there’s still no shagging on the kitchen table. Boo!
The episode follows a Chinese double/triple agent and a Chinese scientist, and how the spies of Her Majesty’s Secret Service go about using/protecting them. Not as taken by this episode as I was last week. Partially down to the lack of kitchen tables, I think. The first we saw of Lucas and Maya this week was them in bed (Lucas flashing tattoos like it’s nobody’s business) but not gettin’ down among the placemats. Maybe next week, eh?
On the plus side – OMG, Dimitri actually got to say something!! And got to do stuff! And be a Big Damn Hero diffusing a bomb and all! Finally, we seem to be getting somewhere with regards to his character. Good. About bloody time!
What made me gasp with delight in the previous episode is the fact that Lucas lives at number 42. Just a coincidence? That number is never a coincidence! I mean, Fox Mulder also lived at number 42 … in Alexandria. Somewhere D.C. way. *waves a hand vaguely in the direction of the US* 42 an awesome number, even if Douglas Adams just picked it at random back in the day.
Lucas has a minimalist apartment with a fairly standard British garden, shed an’ all. If you’re a spy, I guess you don’t really litter the place with personal touches like family photos and that sort of thing, but having it look like a show home? The fact that he has a big cheffy type knife implies that the man at least occasionally cooks at home. (Thai green curry, perhaps?) Which in turn makes me picture Lucas trying to pick up two-for-one bargains the local Co-op, or pushing a trolley down the endless isles of a massive Asda. Not that you’d see him in George’s clothes, though. (Not that I’d notice the difference even if he was.) Still, it’s a funny idea, Lucas trying to navigate around the freezers for some Ben & Jerry’s on special or cruising the candy section for half price boxes of Thornton’s.
It also makes me wonder how similar Lucas’s pad is to Richard’s den, which is a two-bed house. (Interview with the Financial Times recently. Make you go “oooh”, I promise.) Unless he’s got one of them old houses, a two-bed house is really only big enough for one. We used to live in a modern two-bed, and it was really tiny. Is Lucas’s place also a two-bed? Why would he need more when he’s a spy and always on missions and things? Does he have time to do housework? More funny pictures: Lucas with a hoover. Lucas with a duster. Lucas with a crinkly forhead trying to unclog the shower drain.
The man’s frugal and would like a ski chalet and the Beamer is the first car he didn’t inherit from his dad and he was embarrassed about it. Dude, y’ain’t gettin’ less attractive. Even if you are saying tremendously mind-numbing things like “independent financial adviser”, “pension”, “source of income” and “investments”. (The thing about his parents, how can you not love him for that?) The most I’ve ever spent on a bottle is also around the £14 mark, I think. One-off occasion.
There have been some snide looks at Lucas in this and past episodes. Beth implied he was hiding things, and Ruth is starting to suspect things as well. Setting up an innocent guy to take the fall for nicking lots of money while Lucas is copying pictures of old ship paintings to USB drives? That’s not very nice. Bad Lucas. Down with that sort of thing! Lucas should be a reasonably good guy. Don’t make him a bad guy. That’s what Gisborne’s for.
Ruth speaks Mandarin! Fancy that! That lady’s resourceful and a half, have to say. I like her. Not the suspicious way she looked at Lucas, though, even though she really had reasons for it. She shouldn’t have, because Lucas should be a nice chap. That’s my opinion, anyhoo. And now I shall sleep and attempt to dream of RA once again …