John makes Stephen French toast for breakfast, and it is awesome. Darling Astrid is experiencing some agoraphobia, which is totally understandable, because a secret, quasi-governmental kill squad tried to take her out. Twice. John pops over talks her out of her slippers, into her shoes and onto the subway, where they talk about her fear of death. John says everyone's going to die someday. What matters is that you die wearing good shoes. Um? No.
I think John and Astrid are adorable together, but John grew up in an abusive foster situation, until he was more or less bought by a secretish, quasi-governmental agency, bent on controlling or killing his kind, and is now basically homeless. The last "home" he had was an unused subway station. He is not a Die Wearing Good Shoes kind of man. Well, apparently he is, but he shouldn't be. He's a Die With Your Boots On man, Show. Sigh.
Oh and there's a bunch of nonsense with Julian and Ultra. Remember Julian? He's the criminal mastermind SUPE, who first found Cara when she ran to New York. He pops into Ultra and gets himself arrested, so he can make a deal with Jed. He'll bring in Cara and her gang if Jed lets him go and/or does something I can't remember right now. Jed has an agent shoot a time bomb into Julian's sinus cavity, as insurance.
Julian almost gets Cara, Russell and the nameless SUPES when they're doing a little after-hours grocery shoplifting, but Stephen saves them. Julian catches right on to Stephen, so later -- when he takes an Ultra kill squad to go after the SUPES, and Stephen insists on tagging along -- Julian slaps a suppression cuff on the manchild.
Because Julian had earlier snatched poor little Charlotte (the little girl who can do the psychic scream), and read her mind, he knows how to locate the lair. Of course, Russell, Cara and John work together to thwart Julian. The sinus bomb goes off. John returns to the lair. Blah. I'll have more to say about this in the weecap, because it's my contractual obligation. 'Til then, gentle readers, all you need to know is that it's the same old same old. Ultra and the SUPES have a confrontation, and there's no way they SUPES should come out on top, but they do.
I'll be back ASAP with the full weecap. In the meantime, please grade the episode at the top of the page, and then come on over to the show thread where John wants to know how you'd like your eggs.
In my head, I keep trying to fix The Tomorrow People. Let's leave aside my distaste for Cara, because the Cara issue is merely a symptom of the larger problem with the series. And I hate to say this, but I'm afraid the taint is soon going to spread to John. On my first pass, I tried to explain the show's problem with this whole cooking analogy, but, well...
Angel: Let's say it made me wistful for Buffy's cookie dough thing.
John: Speaking of cooking, I made you some French toast.
Stephen: It's delicious, just like our story.
Recapper: No, Stephen. This show is not yummy like French toast.
Stephen: What does it taste like, then?
Stephen: No way. It's at least as good as the prepared French toast found in your grocer's freezer.
Aunt Jemima: Oh hell, no.
Stephen: A piece of regular, dry toast eaten in France?
Audience: Only if that toast was burnt, until all that remained were the ashes.
France: Au contraire!
Audience: And said burnt toast was made from Wonder Bread that took the slow boat over the Atlantic.
France: Le voilĂ .
Buffy: Cindy, you made the right decision to spare your readers from your stew/bread analogy, but since I had to listen to it, I feel entitled to ask if Love Stories are stewing and Science Fiction is baking, what is recapping?
Recapper: I'd like to say grilling, but to be fair it's just boiling shit down.
John: Well, leave the cooking to me, babe.
Recapper: Will do, because like the rest of the audience, I love you -- but see, that's one of the problems, too.
John: How so?
Recapper: Because you're becoming too good to be true. That's the taint spread.
John: You're going to need to explain that.
Recapper: I will, at the appropriate moments. Get to the story.
John: Fine. We open on a black-hooded figure plodding down the corridors of Ultra. I was hoping for the Grim Reaper or Darth Vader. Hoodie TKs a bunch of Ultra drones into walls, until someone manages to taser him. When that someone removes the interloper's hood, we see it's just Julian -- you know, the anarchist, nihilist SUPE criminal who first found Cara. We cut from his face to...