(Imagine seeing that discovery made, rather than hearing about it afterwards. He phoned the number to trigger the university bomb, legged it, and then HMX-319 was discovered at his house. With one episode to go, the finger’s pointing at John Hudson as our inside man.

Let’s see Karl walk past a synagogue or express a view on… anything.

Let’s see Thom drop a mystery package off, looking shifty. We can’t say if Thom or Karl is the most likely candidate to be a wrong’un even at this late stage because all we ever see them do is make uninspiring romantic proposals to Wash. Not venturing out of Wash’s limited perspective is obviously central to maintaining the mystery of who’s working with The Crusaders, but it puts a frustrating set of blinkers on the viewers’ detective work. Had Trigger Point been an ensemble drama and shown us more from Thom, Karl, Sonya, Danny and the rest of them without Wash always having to be around, the whole thing might zing with more life. Wash’s information gathering (attending briefings, visiting Sonya for the latest on Portland Down, walking through that room where someone’s always shouting “THIS IS YOUR TOP PRIORITY, LET’S GET CRACKING, I WANT RESULTS!”…) has turned into a repetitive, passive routine rather than the pacey series of breakthroughs other crime dramas sweep us up in. She’s in almost every scene, which sucks the urgency out of the police investigation because any discovery has to be reported to her after the fact rather than made on the spot. Making Wash so central to this story has stymied it.

Instead, it was thankfully on with the Ray-Bans and the ponytail, and on with the show. As our point-of-view character, if she hadn’t been reinstated, we could have faced another half hour of lethargic dialogue and vodka dance breakdowns. It was lucky they let Wash back to work early. Warning: this Trigger Point review contains spoilers.

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