Some of the stuff I love about The Three Strikes Job…
… the title. Clever 🙂
… the flashback to Nate’s son’s death. Tim Hutton just slays me with this every time. And to think that he barely knew the character back then? He just kills it.
… Tara taking Nate’s drink from him and just drinking it. I love her relationship with Nate (and the rest) and how different from Sophie’s it is.
… the team during the briefing, I want to write essays about them. Nate being off-the-rails, everyone knowing it, Eliot addressing it; not just because identifying the bad guys’ weapons are his job, but because the team’s safety is his job and Nate is putting it at risk. And it’s ELIOT who makes the decision here, it’s only when HE decides (very much not agreeing with Nate’s frame of mind anyway) that Hardison gets active. I love this team’s ever-changing dynamic sososo much. – Strike one!
… and again, Eliot’s reaction to Nate instantly spotting what this is about (and Nate’s change of posture of his tone of voice – much more calm and collected)
… the actor playing Culpepper. I love him in everything he does and he so awesome here.
…Tara and Nate watching Cullpepper and Tara being so professsional and cool towards Nate
… “You spend your weekend making these things, don’t you?” – “YES, I DO.” – “I do.” ❤
… Parker being casually bored with jumping off buildings
… any episode where Eliot and Hardison play law enforcement together and are just so needlessly over the top passive-aggressive?
… the young cop having actually made himself an ICE TEA
… Hardison talking to him like he has never watched an episode of CSI
… the young cop’s miniature crawl across the carpet
… Tara briefing Parker on the spot. And Parker not arguing with it, but just going with it, because Tara is that fucking good.
… Parker not letting go of that picture frame for that needlessly aggressive second
… “That’s not a twig, that’s a grasshopper’s leg”
… Hardison using praise to get rid off the young cop and then immediately shaking his head, like “how are people so naive?”
… Hardison’s completely mental commercial for Eliot. And Eliot’s UTTER lack of interest at first, then the random joy
… Eliot not liking baseball but of course killing it. And then – hahaha – realizing that he gets to hit stuff with a massive bat
… Dean Devlin and John Rogers as the radio show hosts hahaha
… Parker speaking Spanish (like, another “I thought everyone could do that” moment)
… I am not really sure that Eliot really gets how you are supposed to play baseball 🙂
… “I think we lost Eliot until the playoffs”
… “THEY NAMED A SANDWICH AFTER ME.”
… Hardison’s and Eliot’s handshake ❤
… the camera movements during the conversation at the table – so erratic, just like Nate. And again, the last reaction shot is that of Eliot. He is NOT amused. – Strike Two!
… Eliot and Hardison posing as cops AGAIN
… Hardison being sooooo unimpressed by Eliot’s love for Roy. Like, SERIOUSLY?
… “That’s what the inside of an easy-bake-oven looks like.”
… “These beans are made of guns.”
… Nate’s angry face and then Nate completely losing it while Parker, Hardison, and Eliot planning the escape.
… Eliot and Parker teaming up against Hardison. So much hilarity in the middle of a fucking crisis
… “Dude, grenades.” – “Dude, the van!
… Hardison saying what needs to be said. “Kiss my ass.” I love that he is the one to call it because he absolutely is the heart of the team – Strike three!
… hi, Sterling! Now go away. I don’t want you to try and arrest the team. AGAIN. No, wait. I do. The Jailhouse Job is one of my fav episodes. So, go ahead I guess.
Leverage ❤
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Steve Rogers did, in fact, realize that something was off when he saw the outline of the woman’s odd bra (a push-up bra, he would later learn), but being an officer and a gentleman, he said that it was the game that gave the future away.
#EXCUSE ME MA’AM BUT YOUR TITTIES ARE NOT CONES I’M CALLING BULLSHIT (via)
No, see, this scene is just amazing. The costume department deserves so many kudos for this, it’s unreal, especially given the fact that they pulled off Peggy pretty much flawlessly.
1) Her hair is completely wrong for the 40’s. No professional/working woman would have her hair loose like that. Since they’re trying to pass this off as a military hospital, Steve would know that she would at least have her hair carefully pulled back, if maybe not in the elaborate coiffures that would have been popular.
2) Her tie? Too wide, too long. That’s a man’s tie, not a woman’s. They did, however, get the knot correct as far as I can see – that looks like a Windsor.
3) That. Bra. There is so much clashing between that bra and what Steve would expect (remember, he worked with a bunch of women for a long time) that it has to be intentional. She’s wearing a foam cup, which would have been unheard of back then. It’s also an exceptionally old or ill-fitting bra – why else can you see the tops of the cups? No woman would have been caught dead with misbehaving lingerie like that back then, and the soft satin cups of 40’s lingerie made it nearly impossible anyway. Her breasts are also sitting at a much lower angle than would be acceptable in the 40’s.
Look at his eyes. He knows by the time he gets to her hair that something is very, very wrong.
so what you are saying is S.H.E.I.L.D. has a super shitty costume division….
Nope, Nick Fury totally did this on purpose.
There’s no knowing what kind of condition Steve’s in, or what kind of person he really is, after decades of nostalgia blur the reality and the long years in the ice (after a plane crash and a shitload of radiation) do their work. (Pre-crash Steve is in lots of files, I’m sure. Nick Fury does not trust files.) So Fury instructs his people to build a stage, and makes sure that the right people put up some of the wrong cues.
Maybe the real Steve’s a dick, or just an above-average jock; maybe he had a knack for hanging out with real talent. Maybe he hit his head too hard on the landing and he’s not gonna be Captain anymore. On the flipside, if he really is smart, then putting him in a standard, modern hospital room and telling him the truth is going to have him clamming up and refusing to believe a goddamn thing he hears for a really long time.
The real question here is, how long it does it take for the man, the myth, the legend to notice? What does he do about it? How long does he wait to get his bearings, confirm his suspicions, and gather information before attempting busting out?
Turns out the answer’s about forty-five seconds.
Sometimes clever posts die a quiet death in the abyss of the unreblogged. Some clever posts get attention, get comments, get better. Then there’s this one which I’ve watched evolve into a thing of brilliance.
This. This is why I love tumblr.