“The Fall” recap (2.6): Actually, it’s all about ethics in serial murder

Stella tells Anderson she despises Spector with every fiber of her being. As her truth bomb settles around the room, her phone rings. Spector has come up with an offer. So they get dressed and arrive at the station to a waiting Eastwood. When he sees the two of them get out of the car together he raises his eyebrows in that smug way. It makes me want to crush the vestigial traces of my own slut-shaming psyche into a fine, unrecognizable powder.

Paul has given them a location, but won’t say whether it is Rose or her remains. Sally Ann calls then and agrees to the other half of the deal. She’ll bring Olivia in to see her daddy–her woman-hating, woman-murdering daddy. Arrangements are made for the transport, which will have Paul apparently show them where something is in the forest. Anderson wonders if it’s a wild goose chase, but she tells him just because I fucked you doesn’t mean you can question my command. Basically.


Stella walks Olivia into a small room with a child’s rights advocate (I’m assuming) and some cinderblock walls. Paul enters, dressed in his jail attire. I have questions about why inmates wear what appear to be hooded rain slickers while in custody, but I guess that’s not the point. Though Olivia comments on them, too, so I don’t feel entirely off the point. He calls them “work clothes.”

Paul takes his daughter’s hand and tells her “watching you grow up has been the best thing that ever happened to me.” He apologizes for missed cuddles and his “projects” taking up so much time. And he wants, despite everything, for her to be happy.


We like to make our heroes and villains all good or all evil. But the truth is we are all somewhere in the gray area. Some darker, some lighter – some much, much, much darker. But when people ask how a man can be good to his family and terrible to the world, it does not surprise me. When the news reporters descend on a killer’s neighbors, they almost always say, “He seemed like such a nice guy.” And he probably did. To them.

Olivia asks when her daddy is coming home. He says not for a while because he has work to do. She asks if he works for Stella and he wrinkles his nose and replies, “Sort of.” I nearly chuckle, which does surprise me. I’ve forgotten how to watch this show with anything but my breath tightly held.


Paul and his daughter exchange hugs and I love yous under Stella’s arched brow. Don’t worry, I feel no pity for Paul and his predicament. He made his own terrible bed. But do feel for Olivia, who had no say in who her father was or how her father acted. Poor child, so many future therapist bills.

Next the business of Paul’s transport is at hand. Stella has asked for PC Ferrington and PC Hagstrom and their partners because they are obviously the cutest likely lesbian and definite lesbian detectives on the force. Stella straps her gun on. I will confess that while I am totally for stronger gun control laws, except when the gun in question is being held by a fictional female television character. Then I’m like, go get ‘em, girl.


Paul is led out of his cell in some sort of Night at the Roxbury getup. Leather and denim? Well, if they wanted to punish him for his crimes they’re off to a good start.

Burns asks if Anderson is a wise choice to escort Paul. He wonders if he is too scrawny. OK, fellas, measure them later, OK? Stella says he deserves it and is “strong enough.” And they’re off.