Tom Butterworth & Chris Hurford writing.
Someone's going to have to write Keats/Litton. It won't be me.
Duracell Bunny ;)
Lee Ross is so, so great. ALSO, tiny.
I am in love with their props department. 'Flashes of Gashes', 'Hardcore Hoe-Down'.
Joy of joys. Sounds like a Sam-ism.
Is that meant to be Ben Elton? If so, he just got shot.
I think I may have a huge crush on Daniel Mays. Er...
Dean Andrews is such an amazing actor. I know this, I always know it, and yet I continue to be impressed by him.
I properly love Alex now. Her condescension, when levelled at the right target, is a thing of absolute beauty. ♥ :D
Sam Tyler disappeared. Not died. Not drowned. Disappeared.
"You know there's a line. You don't cross it."
"And where was that line with Sam Tyler? If you lot are up to something naughty, I'd think twice." --- Huh. Interesting.
"What if he's not dead?"/"I think you'll find he is." ♥ CHRIIIIIIS!
Sapphire & Steel! I kind of love the gigantic pause between "and you... are her."
"You give up Frank Hardwick, and I'll give you the story on Sam and Gene." --- Well, that's never going to happen.
Okay, now I'm quite glad they didn't have the real Jacket.
... the stars. Huh.
Litton may be a slimy bastard, but he has some brains.
I am seriously in love with Lee Ross. I would watch an entire show about Litton.
The things they do to Marshall Lancaster. Honestly.
YAY! RAY! SINGING! Oh. Oh :(
This scene. This scene. Deano's voice. He has such a beautiful, beautiful singing voice. (Also, disturbing and possibly prescient lyrics for the win.)
"What were you covering up about your mate Sam Tyler. Go on. Tell her about what you did to him. And you call me a murdering bastard?" (Interesting to note that the intonation there is all wrong, as if 'murdering bastard' is comparable to another crime. But his next statement suggests he does think Gene murdered Sam.)
"You wanna know the truth, Bevan?" And then we cut away! Those bastards.
"... City are gonna cane United next season." But how would Gene know that?
OMG. VIV. :D :D :D
OMG. OMG. OMG.
I've always sort of shipped Ray and Chris in a way that means I don't have to think about them ever having sex. But here they're holding hands. And oh. They're so delightful.
Keats is... such a weirdo.
Next week looks like a departure from Sam references again, which is a little bit annoying.