THIS WEEK’S RAP SHEET:
A reminder — Let’s see, where were we? Oh, right: Nikki escaped,
Shell’s bordello of blood — As he slides his slimy self all over Shell, Fenner hears a noise in the hall. He decides it’s nothing and they’ll be fine if they’re careful. Speaking of that, I wonder whether he ever uses a condom? Sorry; it’s not nice of me to give you that mental image right at the beginning of a recap.
Helen’s boudoir of bliss — Helen hangs up the telephone. Remember? The phone? The one she was going to use to report Nikki’s jailbreak? She’s not going to let her principles commandeer her heart! She’s not going to ruin everything! Well done, Miss Stewart. We knew you couldn’t really turn your bird over to the coppers.
Then she does something that’s probably best described as “steeling herself.” Only with Helen, it’s more like “gilding” because it very much enhances her appearance. She keeps her face as still as she can as she turns to face Nikki, who’s now back in her nurse uniform. Damn: The nakedness was so very brief.
My, does her accent get deliciously thick when she’s anxious.
Helen keeps looking up and away as if there are some answers in the ceiling somewhere. Or as if she’s watching the steam rising from her own angry head.
Nikki has that whole calm-in-the-middle-of-a-storm thing going on, sure that she’s doing the right thing. And, well, there’s the fact that she was very recently in Helen’s bed. That’ll make a girl feel confident, I expect. Helen searches Nikki’s eyes and sighs, as if she sees there’s no way around that kind of resolve.
It’s so weird when the writers read my mind like that. Isn’t that what we were all shouting at the screen just then? That, and “Love it when you’re extra Scottish!”