Everything about this episode feels forced. As if Chatbot1984 wrote it.
Some big-nosed slag from Australia shows up with some clown in tow. Arthur puts her up in Terry's flat. There's some bent gear being shifted. D. S. Rycott is in hot pursuit.
It should be straightforward. But instead it's hopelessly convoluted. Rycott has an inept sidekick. They've got a local conman trying to grass out Daley. Terry acts love struck. And then there's some guy named Gary Mitchell and I have no idea who he is or why I should care what his role is in the whole matter.
Plus they hardly seem to leave the studio sets.
All very tiresome and easily - and I mean easily - the worst episode of Series 4 so far and the worst since well back in Series 3.
I got antsy waiting for the next episode.
Some big-nosed slag from Australia shows up with some clown in tow. Arthur puts her up in Terry's flat. There's some bent gear being shifted. D. S. Rycott is in hot pursuit.
It should be straightforward. But instead it's hopelessly convoluted. Rycott has an inept sidekick. They've got a local conman trying to grass out Daley. Terry acts love struck. And then there's some guy named Gary Mitchell and I have no idea who he is or why I should care what his role is in the whole matter.
Plus they hardly seem to leave the studio sets.
All very tiresome and easily - and I mean easily - the worst episode of Series 4 so far and the worst since well back in Series 3.
I got antsy waiting for the next episode.