Oliver’s Laurel obsession needles. Quentin is a detective again and running the cop shop. Malcolm looks like he’s been living underneath a bridge in Detroit lost in a sea of cider cans and the stench of urine. Thea berates him amidst the emotional chaos. Malcolm is not exactly prostrate with grief over Tommy. Thea may have shot her daddy dead. Blood is the least assertive villain ever.
This episode was about as substantial as latte art, this had no credibility and was enfeebled. Sara whines about brutalisation. Oliver has a moral obligation to fix things seeing as it is his entire fault. I’m miffed at how crap this is. Slade circumvents obstacles. Despite TPTB’s insentience, Felicity has no sweetness. Her only contribution to this ep is to scream and earn unmerited screen time. Starling city is a dying entity; also the moody looking cur Roy is still comatose.
Blood is a gigantic moron and earns an arbitrary death. Diggle needs to go away. Things get militaristic as ‘The Dark Knight Rises’ is ripped off. Roy is ‘cured’, there is Windows product placement and Amanda Waller looks constipated. This was terrible and flashbacks showed Oliver’s latest calamitous decision and Sara’s whining and dithering.
“I don’t need you right now. Everyone else does.”
“I also teach you to speak Russian.”
“They do not go down.”
“Your juiced up jack-boots.”
“I have failed this city.”
“If you tell anyone about my mask. I will tell them about yours.”
“And then Starling City is a crater.”
“I have to think about the people in every city.”
“I lost my name, my wife, Tommy.”
“They are not coming for them, they’re already here.”
“Don’t yo me.”
Mike shows up, Garrett isn’t that loyal to anyone, Maria Hill needs to shut up, bloody Coulson keeps up the fake death scam for some bizarre reason and I’m sick of him and his personal vendetta. The stupid flying car features in a rip off of a scene from ‘Terminal Velocity’ and the CGI is bad. Any drama this ep ever had was undercut by the stupid flying car. Coulson’s gang hang out in a motel. Coulson learns who was behind TAHITI and that he and Skye will go crazy at some point. This was okay.
“Impostor homeless man.”
“We’ve had a wolf in the fold the whole time.”
“Ward did this.”
“Ward’s his secret weapon.”
“I vetted Ward.”
“I’m not a Nazi.”
“The Red Skull, founder of Hydra, was a big fat freaking Nazi.”
“The cost is far too great.”
“I’m a survivor.”
“Maybe they brainwashed him.”
“He is a murderer.”
“Yeah, that’s not happening.”
“I never figured you for John Garrett’s lapdog.”
“New plan - run!”
“There is no SHIELD anymore.”
“Was she worth all this?”
“How do I know there was a Russian? Besides being able to smell him?”
“Me with this enchanting view.”
“I hope you’re killed in the attempt.”
“I don’t, people do.”
“Then I want you to take care of the ginger.”
“Who on God’s green earth are you?”
Jack is incensed, Beverly is strident and Will intensifies his attempts to prove he didn’t commit the murders attributed to him. Hannibal dons his murder suit, no one notices. Jack has no integrity and is preoccupied with Will’s assumed guilt. Hannibal sews the human mural maker into his own mural and then prepares, cooks and eats his leg in loving detail. Hannibal’s ex-shrink tries to alert Jack in the devil in plain sight. Jack doesn’t get the insinuation.
Will has freaky potent visions. The FBI investigator orders Will to plead guilty and threatens him with the death penalty as she is taunting, recklessly inaccurate and full of condescending contempt. Will wearily is durable. The credulous FBI just won’t listen. Hannibal’s ex-shrink visit Will and makes intimations but her mandate doesn’t include helping him. Hannibal shows up in his murder suit at her home to kill her, but finds himself at a disadvantage. This was unsatisfactory, it is not bravura just largely vague and the gore detracts. When will the odious Hannibal have accountability for his litany of crimes?
“What I glimpsed though the stitching of the person suit that you wear.”
“Please don’t come to my home again.”
“Maybe you deserve each other.”
“Select patients have taken to urinating on their therapists.”
“There’s not much in there I recognise.”