Pros watch - Discovered in a Graveyard
Been a while!
The DVD says 'A matter of life and death; Doyle is seriously injured, leaving Bodie to track down the person responsible. But will Doyle see his way out the hallucinatory dream world he finds himself in?
Doyle injured and on drugs, and Bodie hell-bent for revenge… my inner kink bell rings happily. Let’s see how the ep stands up…
Lots of cars on a sunny London street… actually a rather dented black van on a sunny London street… ah there’s the Capri; our lads are following the dent. Multi-storey car park… it’s a strange waiting game they are all doing. Ominous black dent, our lads not impressed by its ominous-ness.
Love those shadows as they race to chase the dent, but the dent is in trouble - it avoids a man, and bursts into flames!
Cue theme! Run Doyle Run *g*
Inquest - Doyle looks like he has his arm around Bodie. *g*
Politics, students - gosh, it’s those pesky penniless mercenary students again. What was it with students in the early eighties? Curse those meddling kids. Bodie is wearing a nice combination of russet colours today; the jury (i.e. me) is out on Doyle’s white tee / blazer combination. Bodie wants to take Doyle… for a drink, but Doyle demurs in favour of his chores. Oh Bodie ‘the job’s blown up in our faces’ - more characterisation of Bodie being able to get on with it and Doyle not being able to move on quite so easy…
Doyle is walking back to his car via St Pancras Old Church Gardens.
Not quite sure how he managed to park the Capri there, though, unless he got the church warden to open the gate and lock it after him… here's a link to a pic of that monument.
Cowley has assigned the Colonel Lin Fo one bodyguard, the Colonel wants more. The bomb was for him. Cowley gives a lecture. Yadda, yadda.
That yellow car/van/ice cream cornet on wheels is very inconspicuous, no? At the very least Doyle should hear the zingy ‘danger!’ music that accompanies it every time a weirdly over-proportioned corner of car appears on screen.
Doyle’s latest flat has a very odd handle on its front door. Is it a high up knocker?
Odd, but nothing surprises me about CI5 flats. Creams and beige, classical music, foul curtains, two wall mirrors, bit of a sparse looking kitchen, view of Battersea power station (at least, it looks like it, but it may have one too many chimneys), stained glass windows, and a lift. Doyle uses the lift to go and take his dirty washing to a coin op laundrette. There is a nice scene of him being pleasant to locals, buying groceries and milk in real bottles.
He has a rather large toy ceramic soldier collection.
Now if I saw someone in my flat, I wouldn’t walk towards them saying ‘how did you get in here’, I’d go screeching straight out of the door. But no doubt Doyle does not see whoever it is as a threat (as it’s a woman!), but he gets shot and milk goes everywhere. I know it’s a tragic scene, but all I can think of is ‘nice arse’.
Lights blink on the CI5 Patented Warning System - Bodie’s buzzer goes first, then Cowley’s. I like the glimpse into each of their day - Bodie has bought newspapers, Cowley is working. Bodie sets off, looking grim.
‘Why the devil wasn’t I informed!’ - Cowley is a very cantankerous old chap, isn’t he?
Bodie cannot get in, so races up the fire escape, jacket a-flying. Look how high up Lew is!
Eek. Love his ‘shut up you stupid old bag’ to the woman who thinks he is a burgler. He charges in, pokes around Doyle’s mouth, gropes his leg, (ok, does first aid *g*) and then we see a flashback to how they first met - according to Doyle’s fevered imagining that is. Love the underlying Kafka style here (is it Kafka I mean? I think it is… but I think lots of things *g*) Very unlike a Pros ep!
I love the way Bodie is efficient yet flustered. It’s like he is still obeying his professional training, yet the core of him is shaken with the fact that it is Ray. The run down the corridor is nicely dark; the camera man has been allowed to go to town on his shots.
The car seats in the Capri are rather jaunty.
Priority A3… Bodie looks haggard in the ambulance.
All that intense worry, he has aged ten years in one stroke. And Doyle’s face, eyes on his partner as he tries to smile...
...perhaps knowing how Bodie will overreact and wanting him not to worry (sorry, spins off into fic construction!)…
‘Can’t afford to give a damn’ said Bodie once, but it is obvious his rules changed where Ray was concerned, as he is giving plenty more than a damn in the ambulance.
‘Who was it Ray’ Bodie demands, his voice practically bleeding, the paramedic giving him a strange look and Bodie notices and tries to check his emotions, but being Bodie, he can’t - that anguished shout…
I so feel for Bodie walking behind the stretcher at the hospital, I wish he could walk beside Doyle and hold his hand. You get the feeling that he really wants to…
Cowley turns up, tells Bodie he is on the case (redundantly, I feel, but Cowley has to give the impression of control) and Bodie tries to concentrate. Cowley orders him away, and Bodie wants to stay… ‘there’s nothing you can do here’ - and Bodie looks so sad.
Sniff. Doyle’s surgeon has really hairy sideburns.
Unhappy Bodie.
Lots of glowering in Doyle’s bedroom, and probably not because of the yucky wallpaper, or white girly cupboard thing.
‘Nothing seems to have been touched’ - Bodie knows this as Bodie is often in Doyle’s bedroom. Hee.
Love Cowley reciting Desiderata, he has a lovely voice. He is rather short-sighted even with his glasses though.
Love that surgeon - ‘there’s a hell of a lot of blood in here’. Yes, that’s because it’s a body, I think you’ll find, Mr Hairy Surgeon.
Poor Doyle. Did they wax his chest for this scene? How one suffers for one’s art. But mmm, nipple. *g*
‘He’s done more, seen more, to make him want to throw it all in than almost anyone his age’ - this line hits my squee button. Don’t know why, the squee button is a bit weird, methinks. I like the little bit of Doyle’s background when he is talking to Cowley, and the moralising.
Cowley has a good French accent. At least to my English ears *g* Him and Bodie sit in an auditorium, which seems a weird place for them to start arguing - hm, 48 hours to make a complaint in writing… must remember that!
I hate the repeated ‘connection’ in their conversation. Surely we get that, being reasonably intelligent audience viewers…
Flashback to ‘the Lock’ - my God, look at Camden there! Baby Camden… now it’s a flashing hyper neon jungle (and I refuse to go back since they got rid of the Horse Hospital and the Arches - grr.) Anyway… Doyle wanders into a shop where a girl sits making jewellery. Why did Doyle want to buy that crappy snake broach? I like the ‘I might grow old and die trying to decide whether to act intellectually or emotionally’ line.
I wonder what Martin thought of that ‘couldn’t break his contract or resign’ line he had to say, considering he wasn’t allowed to break his own contract.
Mayli’s hair is definitely not ordinary. Mayli’s hair is having its own party.
Bodie gets from Doyle’s finger wiggle that he means the yucky snake broach. He races back to Doyle’s house to hold it for himself in his hands and let its cold cheap metal harden his heart. Bitch!
We hear more about Mayli’s reasons, but in Doyle’s mind he pictures Bodie, a smiling Bodie, coming (up) behind him.
This is enough to bring him around, in a rather dramatic Frankenstein awakes type eye blink.
Even the silhouette of Mayli’s hair looks deadly. You wouldn’t mess with a girl who is obviously that addicted to scissors.
Hm. Bodie knows that Mayli knows the Colonel’s room number, yet sends him back up to wait for her. Odd…
More twisted ministers. Love the way the blonde girl holding Cowley’s phone for him looks like she is a random passer by who, duty done, goes off on her way! Ah, she makes it around the car to be revealed as Cowley’s driver.
Love the fact Mayli starts her rampage with a war cry! Poor CI5 bloke shot in stomach. Run Bodie Run! Another CI5 chappie shot, but he gets her anyway. Bodie runs all the way down the slope to run all the way back up again.
Now as Doyle gets better, Mayli gets weaker. The chase has lasted until night time, yet they are still in London. Mayli makes a telephone call and is picked up - can ‘diplomatic immunity’ ignore gun wounds? I guess it can.
Mayli is deposited outside her embassy, dying. Bit harsh to dump her and close the door - Bodie demonstrates he is better than those killers by getting her an ambulance - CI5 may kill people, but they are not heartless.
Presumably a long time later Doyle is picked up by Bodie, and a nurse. Doyle is jubilant to be out of the hospital, Bodie is so happy he almost hugs him in public.
They pick up his laundry, and Bodie carries it for him, which gives me a little feeling of happiness - aw!
The DVD says 'A matter of life and death; Doyle is seriously injured, leaving Bodie to track down the person responsible. But will Doyle see his way out the hallucinatory dream world he finds himself in?
Doyle injured and on drugs, and Bodie hell-bent for revenge… my inner kink bell rings happily. Let’s see how the ep stands up…
Lots of cars on a sunny London street… actually a rather dented black van on a sunny London street… ah there’s the Capri; our lads are following the dent. Multi-storey car park… it’s a strange waiting game they are all doing. Ominous black dent, our lads not impressed by its ominous-ness.
Love those shadows as they race to chase the dent, but the dent is in trouble - it avoids a man, and bursts into flames!
Cue theme! Run Doyle Run *g*
Inquest - Doyle looks like he has his arm around Bodie. *g*
Politics, students - gosh, it’s those pesky penniless mercenary students again. What was it with students in the early eighties? Curse those meddling kids. Bodie is wearing a nice combination of russet colours today; the jury (i.e. me) is out on Doyle’s white tee / blazer combination. Bodie wants to take Doyle… for a drink, but Doyle demurs in favour of his chores. Oh Bodie ‘the job’s blown up in our faces’ - more characterisation of Bodie being able to get on with it and Doyle not being able to move on quite so easy…
Doyle is walking back to his car via St Pancras Old Church Gardens.
Not quite sure how he managed to park the Capri there, though, unless he got the church warden to open the gate and lock it after him… here's a link to a pic of that monument.
Cowley has assigned the Colonel Lin Fo one bodyguard, the Colonel wants more. The bomb was for him. Cowley gives a lecture. Yadda, yadda.
That yellow car/van/ice cream cornet on wheels is very inconspicuous, no? At the very least Doyle should hear the zingy ‘danger!’ music that accompanies it every time a weirdly over-proportioned corner of car appears on screen.
Doyle’s latest flat has a very odd handle on its front door. Is it a high up knocker?
Odd, but nothing surprises me about CI5 flats. Creams and beige, classical music, foul curtains, two wall mirrors, bit of a sparse looking kitchen, view of Battersea power station (at least, it looks like it, but it may have one too many chimneys), stained glass windows, and a lift. Doyle uses the lift to go and take his dirty washing to a coin op laundrette. There is a nice scene of him being pleasant to locals, buying groceries and milk in real bottles.
He has a rather large toy ceramic soldier collection.
Now if I saw someone in my flat, I wouldn’t walk towards them saying ‘how did you get in here’, I’d go screeching straight out of the door. But no doubt Doyle does not see whoever it is as a threat (as it’s a woman!), but he gets shot and milk goes everywhere. I know it’s a tragic scene, but all I can think of is ‘nice arse’.
Lights blink on the CI5 Patented Warning System - Bodie’s buzzer goes first, then Cowley’s. I like the glimpse into each of their day - Bodie has bought newspapers, Cowley is working. Bodie sets off, looking grim.
‘Why the devil wasn’t I informed!’ - Cowley is a very cantankerous old chap, isn’t he?
Bodie cannot get in, so races up the fire escape, jacket a-flying. Look how high up Lew is!
Eek. Love his ‘shut up you stupid old bag’ to the woman who thinks he is a burgler. He charges in, pokes around Doyle’s mouth, gropes his leg, (ok, does first aid *g*) and then we see a flashback to how they first met - according to Doyle’s fevered imagining that is. Love the underlying Kafka style here (is it Kafka I mean? I think it is… but I think lots of things *g*) Very unlike a Pros ep!
I love the way Bodie is efficient yet flustered. It’s like he is still obeying his professional training, yet the core of him is shaken with the fact that it is Ray. The run down the corridor is nicely dark; the camera man has been allowed to go to town on his shots.
The car seats in the Capri are rather jaunty.
Priority A3… Bodie looks haggard in the ambulance.
All that intense worry, he has aged ten years in one stroke. And Doyle’s face, eyes on his partner as he tries to smile...
...perhaps knowing how Bodie will overreact and wanting him not to worry (sorry, spins off into fic construction!)…
‘Can’t afford to give a damn’ said Bodie once, but it is obvious his rules changed where Ray was concerned, as he is giving plenty more than a damn in the ambulance.
‘Who was it Ray’ Bodie demands, his voice practically bleeding, the paramedic giving him a strange look and Bodie notices and tries to check his emotions, but being Bodie, he can’t - that anguished shout…
I so feel for Bodie walking behind the stretcher at the hospital, I wish he could walk beside Doyle and hold his hand. You get the feeling that he really wants to…
Cowley turns up, tells Bodie he is on the case (redundantly, I feel, but Cowley has to give the impression of control) and Bodie tries to concentrate. Cowley orders him away, and Bodie wants to stay… ‘there’s nothing you can do here’ - and Bodie looks so sad.
Sniff. Doyle’s surgeon has really hairy sideburns.
Unhappy Bodie.
Lots of glowering in Doyle’s bedroom, and probably not because of the yucky wallpaper, or white girly cupboard thing.
‘Nothing seems to have been touched’ - Bodie knows this as Bodie is often in Doyle’s bedroom. Hee.
Love Cowley reciting Desiderata, he has a lovely voice. He is rather short-sighted even with his glasses though.
Love that surgeon - ‘there’s a hell of a lot of blood in here’. Yes, that’s because it’s a body, I think you’ll find, Mr Hairy Surgeon.
Poor Doyle. Did they wax his chest for this scene? How one suffers for one’s art. But mmm, nipple. *g*
‘He’s done more, seen more, to make him want to throw it all in than almost anyone his age’ - this line hits my squee button. Don’t know why, the squee button is a bit weird, methinks. I like the little bit of Doyle’s background when he is talking to Cowley, and the moralising.
Cowley has a good French accent. At least to my English ears *g* Him and Bodie sit in an auditorium, which seems a weird place for them to start arguing - hm, 48 hours to make a complaint in writing… must remember that!
I hate the repeated ‘connection’ in their conversation. Surely we get that, being reasonably intelligent audience viewers…
Flashback to ‘the Lock’ - my God, look at Camden there! Baby Camden… now it’s a flashing hyper neon jungle (and I refuse to go back since they got rid of the Horse Hospital and the Arches - grr.) Anyway… Doyle wanders into a shop where a girl sits making jewellery. Why did Doyle want to buy that crappy snake broach? I like the ‘I might grow old and die trying to decide whether to act intellectually or emotionally’ line.
I wonder what Martin thought of that ‘couldn’t break his contract or resign’ line he had to say, considering he wasn’t allowed to break his own contract.
Mayli’s hair is definitely not ordinary. Mayli’s hair is having its own party.
Bodie gets from Doyle’s finger wiggle that he means the yucky snake broach. He races back to Doyle’s house to hold it for himself in his hands and let its cold cheap metal harden his heart. Bitch!
We hear more about Mayli’s reasons, but in Doyle’s mind he pictures Bodie, a smiling Bodie, coming (up) behind him.
This is enough to bring him around, in a rather dramatic Frankenstein awakes type eye blink.
Even the silhouette of Mayli’s hair looks deadly. You wouldn’t mess with a girl who is obviously that addicted to scissors.
Hm. Bodie knows that Mayli knows the Colonel’s room number, yet sends him back up to wait for her. Odd…
More twisted ministers. Love the way the blonde girl holding Cowley’s phone for him looks like she is a random passer by who, duty done, goes off on her way! Ah, she makes it around the car to be revealed as Cowley’s driver.
Love the fact Mayli starts her rampage with a war cry! Poor CI5 bloke shot in stomach. Run Bodie Run! Another CI5 chappie shot, but he gets her anyway. Bodie runs all the way down the slope to run all the way back up again.
Now as Doyle gets better, Mayli gets weaker. The chase has lasted until night time, yet they are still in London. Mayli makes a telephone call and is picked up - can ‘diplomatic immunity’ ignore gun wounds? I guess it can.
Mayli is deposited outside her embassy, dying. Bit harsh to dump her and close the door - Bodie demonstrates he is better than those killers by getting her an ambulance - CI5 may kill people, but they are not heartless.
Presumably a long time later Doyle is picked up by Bodie, and a nurse. Doyle is jubilant to be out of the hospital, Bodie is so happy he almost hugs him in public.
They pick up his laundry, and Bodie carries it for him, which gives me a little feeling of happiness - aw!