#ob 306

WHAM.

Yes, thank you, show.

Answers, answers everywhere.  

Beth.  

Charlotte.  

Glancing Tony reference (Mark was on Sammy’s team, did you catch that?).  Now bring Tony back properly, my show.

Rachel, and what she knows, and how she can talk without words when words aren’t working for her anywhere.

Felix, and the utter frantic depths of his misery, and the single cruellest thing he has ever said or done: no-one cares.

Gracie is relieved to be infertile, and Cosima doesn’t shame her for it.  Good Cosima.

Man, but Cosima and Scott are out of their depths, poor loves.  I love that it doesn’t stop them trying, though.

Delphine continues awful, but smart.  She and Nealan have been practising scientists with no ethics for a lot longer than Cosima and Scott, after all.  And speaking of scientists with no ethics: this is why you have checks and balances, Dr Coady.  Gah.  NO.  At least the Duncans tried.  (Also, the way that plot quietly connects to the long history of rape being used as a tactic of war...GAH).

But Helena.  Helena ate Pupok.  Helena ate the externalisation of her own ferocious survival instinct and came back.

Sarah at the mercy of her own biology and others’ medical machinations, and only able to endure.  Parallel to Rachel.  Important parallel.

So now we are down to two known Castor clones: Rudy and Mark, the two at loggerheads.  If Rudy moved fast enough and Mark was out of range of the blast.

Bye bye, Paul.  Sorry I’m not sorry to see you go.  Wish I believed you gave a solitary fuck about what you did to Beth, but I don’t, so...bye bye, Paul.  (Did you seriously not guess, after that first phone call?  Well, at least you realised you were too stupid to live eventually).

And Alison is setting up a money-laundering operation in her mother’s business?  Oh, there’s no way that’s not going to become relevant fast.