Scott & Bailey: S03E07 (Wrong Place, Wrong Time).


Previously on Scott & Bailey: Episode 6.

Oh, here we go. Perhaps not all hope is lost, but, hell, this is trouble. The thing that hurts so much is the thought that you like someone, you’re proud to be working with someone, and you think you know them; but then it turns out that maybe you really didn’t.

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Scott & Bailey: S03E03 (Thin Ice).

Previously on Scott & Bailey: Episode 2.

Ohne Titel 2

So, what’ve we got: Gill’s son, Sam, is getting married, and Scary Mary is less than delicate about her suspicions as to why… Shagging that bloke has come back to bite Rachel in the arse; and Janet is frustrated with her new duties as acting Detective Sergeant. All in a day’s work, then.

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Scott & Bailey: S03E02 (Things We Do For Love (12 Months Ago)).

Previously on Scott & Bailey: Episode 1.

Scott and Bailey

After no further insight as to what the hell is going with Gill’s abduction that we saw at the beginning of last week’s episode, we jump straight into what happened after Rachel let Dom run away, and why marrying Sean right on top of everything was a bad idea.

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Lewis: Intelligent Design (5+6).

Previously on Lewis: The Ramblin’ Boy.


Now, is it just me, or has all the shit in the universe been raining down on Hathaway these last six or seven episodes? Thought so. While it’s not a strictly scientific observation, I must say: this isn’t just existential flu, this is a properly depressing cluster-cuss.

So’s the case, basically.

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Lewis: The Ramblin’ Boy (3+4).

Previously on Lewis: Down Among the Fearful.

The Ramblin' Boy (2)

This was much better! After episodes 1 + 2, I was a bit concerned that either I’d lost my spark, or Lewis had; but this two-parter had a lot more energy and more pull. The case was interesting and engaging, and it didn’t veer off the path the way the last one did. Plus, not only was the script (written by Lucy Gannon) tighter, plot-wise, it also showed more zest and, dare I say it, spurious glamour in dialogue, pacing, and characterisation.

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