"Your wall is ringing..."
It seems that my blog of every episode consists of effusive praise about how perfectly crafted it is, which is getting quite repetitive. That’s awkward, because I’m going to do so again. This is awesome, and masterfully dine.
The slow outrage of Sam’s treatment at the hands of the police is simmering here. We learn that Sam has been sending Julia messages in place of his old appointments, something she has seen as harmless, but she is appalled at what happened to Sam. So, naturally are his parents, but this is also bringing them together. They agree that Doug, with his having a police mate, is the person to confront the police- but, while he makes it clear he’s not happy, all he achieves is an assurance that they will keep a photo of Sam to check in case it should happen again, which is clearly not good enough. But by the end Elsa suggests they both produce autism training for emergency services, not a bad idea. I like this; it’s a clever combination of building on their ongoing reconciliation while highlighting a real issue.
On a happier note, Sam has agreed to be with Paige in her lock-in, although she uses the worrying word “platonic”. On a distressing note, though, Casey does the right thing and tells Izzy about Nate’s move on her- only to be blamed and victimised when Izzy believes her skanky, creepy boyfriend. He’s a twat, of course, and I understand Izzy isn’t thinking straight, but isn’t she being incredibly stupid here? After all, why on Earth would Casey have said anything if she had anything to hide? Still, at least the whole incident with the trainers helps her to bond a bit with her mother.
We also get Sam stressing about choosing which uni to attend, and Paige sees him (single now, let’s remember!) getting a kiss from the cute and gothy girl. So many balls in the air yet it all makes total sense. This is good telly.
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