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5.3 In Through the Out Door Operations: "He's right. The place is falling apart." Section isn't doing very well, what with the personnel shortage and constant equipment failures and a new arch nemesis and all. And Operations is taking every opportunity to try to bring Nikita down. What a time for the Gelman process to kick back in, huh? "Michael, help me." Was that really Michael who was communicating with her through her Elizabeth Taylor pendant? Too bad Michael wasn't around to heal her again. Yes, I'm definitely up for another session in the love slinky, Michael. O'Brien spent the last two episodes doing a credible imitation of an automaton, but here, we got to see more of the real guy. He didn't fall for the "Nikita is a man-killer" bull that Operations was tossing his way. ("I don't trust any man where Nikita's concerned. She has a way of turning heads. Michael, Birkoff, Walter...") O'Brien reported Nikita's illness to Operations initially in order to cover for her later. Okay, I think that's what he did. I'm still not completely sure. Misdirection. It's a long and venerable Section tradition. Adrian is dead now. So is George. They never found each other again, and that's sad. At least the writers are continuing to tie up loose ends, and we know her ultimate fate. Bits and pieces: -- O'Brien was using Michael's office. That gave me a twinge. -- Jason was back in Section. It was good to see yet another familiar face under all that unfamiliar hair. -- Nikita had a sports car. That was new. Quotes: Jason: "I'm Jason, from Oversight." Jasmine: "I'm Jasmine, from not interested." Walter, on the Gelman process: "Wash, rinse, tumble dry... it's an ugly package." Jason: "I only met my brother once. In the short time we had, he spent half of it talking about you." Poor Birkoff. I miss him, even when he's right there. Pretty good. Three out of four stars, Billie |
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