It will be no surprise that writer Jimmy McGovern, having invented Eddie "Fitz" Fitzgerald, should, in returning to this giant among TV characters, have something that he would like to get off his chest. A polemic or two, maybe? Ah, yes, one of which is now fired against the Americans and particularly their role in Iraq and then, almost simultaneously, the British and their role in Northern Ireland.
It's been a while since McGovern handed some of his storytelling skills over to Paul Abbott, in whose safe hands Cracker continued, seamlessly, with Robbie Coltrane continuing to find fresh nuances in portraying Fitz as a hopeless, ultimately soft-centered family man, with razor-sharp perceptions of how life should be lived - if only he could manage it.
McGovern has picked up his pen and Fitz is back in his life, as much a pisspot and addicted gambler as ever, but now his wife is back by his side.
Where has he been these past seven years? Why, Australia, of course. When the need arises to make themselves scarce, British television characters are traditionally dispatched to the ends of the Earth. So, as Fitz explains to the Manchester taxi driver on his return, it's been the "land of skin cancer and Skippy".
Fitz is beaming and fabulous in morning suit as he escorts his daughter down the aisle. His manner reverts to the Fitz of old, then lets loose at America in a dazzling diatribe to the groom's father.
So I have avoided telling you what Nine Eleven is all about and how Fitz returns to his old profiling skills. There has been a vicious crime, but you must wait 16 minutes for that as McGovern has things to say, and a further nine before Fitz is back on the job, divining wisdom from the urinals in a gents' lavatory. Lovely stuff.
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