So Lip Service: The sequel has now settled into itself. It’s a bona fide new show even down to the direction and the long lingering shots of sexy Glasgow all melting into each other lovingly. Kudos to Harriet Braun for writing two different shows called Lip Service and actually managing to make us like the second one even more. Here goes, it’s the penultimate.
Sam sits, knuckles crossed in her flat looking angered by Cat’s last possessions strewn in front of her. Lexy rings her phone but Sam walks away from it.
Lexy is calling because she is due to meet Sam for another jogging session. She leaves a voice message exclaiming that resorting back to the way they were pre-Sam kiss attack should be a doodle. She says that she assumes she’s most likely trotting over to meet her anyhow. But we all know what assuming does don’t we? Something tells us there will just be one jogger in Glasgow on this day.
Lee: A straight friend training for the 10k told me the other day that she and her friends jog around the Clyde and they pretend to be Lexy and Sam.
Sadie swans into her kitchen in her familiar dressing gown garb, Tess is sitting looking at her laptop bemused at Sadie’s early morning rise. She informs Tess her adulteress Lauren is returning from her work travels, which has put a spring in her step. Tess tells Sadie that her lesbi-friend aka Cardiac Care’s make-up artist has been besieging her Facebook page.
Sarah: Block, block.
Sadie, as cool as a cucumber, lays out Lauren’s marital status and her new job situation much to Tess’ facial scorns. Sadie does not notice as she flicks mindlessly through a magazine, morally bereft.
Sam comes knocking and Tess goes to answer the door, she storms in like a detective on a case, as hard as nails, entirely unbreakable. She gives Sadie a stern death stare en route and turns to Tess.
Tess looks like she could s–t a brick. We have already s–t some bricks. Tess looks at Sadie, hoping for some deflection, but Sadie is still sitting utterly unperturbed by the scene unfolding before her. Sam whips her focus back demanding to rinse her of the details of the Cat McKenzie/Frankie Alan affair. Oh when we see their names there, we get a little pang. The type you get when friends move abroad and then you don’t write, because you’re all rubbish, but you know that you’re still friends forever and they can still sleep on your couch if they ever visit.
Sadie chips in with a bored drawl that Frankie and Cat were most likely continuing with their caper for a good while, and if so, there was nothing that could be done. Sadie, the voice of the truth bomb.
Lee: Oh god, I’m breaking out in a nervous rash.
Sadie and Sam are antithesis; Sam raged by being cheated and treated like a mug, Sadie unaffected seeing the hopelessness of today’s anger on yesterday’s happenings.
Lexy walks in on the troubles and tells Sam to leave Tess alone for she is very small and the blame does not lie in her warm, happy little heart. The hot-cop, turned fraught-cop storms out. Tess panics about her well being. Lexy is visibly perplexed due to her deeper feelings but thinks that Sam should be left to cool off.
Sarah: That was all very tense. I think the fraught-cop’s anger is to be expected though?