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Slow Horses Incompetence Index: Honeypots and PowerPoints
Just about everyone is on a path to peril. It would be pretty depressing if it weren’t so damn fun.
Moira the Office Manager(it will make me unreasonably happy if she is the one who brings down Claude); Giti Rahman(I worry about her); Catherine(seems like the kind of person who could go on a vacation to relax and end up spending the whole time consoling a hotel employee whose mother is in the hospital); Coe(I really want him to keep going through the staff of Slough House picking apart their various psychological issues one by one); Patrice the Assassin(absolutely flying on painkillers and adrenaline right now); honeypot chatbots(effective enough); Tattoo Dog(RIP, DAMMIT); me(I deserved that for getting attached to a nincompoop the show didn’t even deem worthy of a first name). 7 this week for setting all of this in motion many years ago by giving Frank Harkness the terrorism starter kit in exchange for his estranged daughter, an understandable decision as a parent but a treasonous one as the head of a spy agency. I desperately wish the show had done a post-credits scene where the driver of the bus these three were on explained the conversation he or she overheard — guns sold to a dance-enthusiast arms dealer; cocaine use; “Sorry I told you your son was dead, he’s not, whoops” — to the other people at work.
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