DIANNE BUTLER OUT OF THE BOX
TWENTY point eight two million. That’s how many people watched this episode of NCIS when it was on in the US. Seems like a lot. Too many, really. I can’t say if it’s even accurate, but what I know of things that are popular, I’d say it is. This is the 200th episode, which doesn’t mean anything, least of all that it’s a good show, but wouldn’t the taste for an earnest, military-flavoured procedural be wearing off just a little bit by now? I’ve never liked this show, so don’t ask me. I don’t like the uniforms, the seriousness of it, the acting. But I’m not the audience here. This episode is like a reward to the dedicated NCIS viewer, as well as a love letter to the nominal star of the show, Mark Harmon. If he wasn’t one of the producers here you’d think Gibbs was being written out of the series.
He’s in his apparently regular breakfast place having coffee when, tediously, he finds he has to draw his gun and announce, perhaps a fraction too late, he’s a federal agent. And then, just to keep you all fake guessing, it flashes back to the day before, when Ziva and Dinozzo are standing around
High-rating: Agent Gibbs