Hab mir die 1. Folge angesehen. Auch wenn ich so leider, leider auf MMs Originalstimme verzichten muss, empfinde ich die deutsche Version als sehr angenehm. Hab durch die fehlenden Untertitel auf Englisch doch Einiges nicht richtig verstanden. Hab ganz neue Seiten an "Spooks" entdeckt... Freu mich schon auf meine Lieblingsfolge nächste Woche!

Echt? Ich hab dagegen Schwierigkeiten gehabt, der dt. Version gut zu folgen - zum Teil war ich auch einfach zu müde. Obwohl ich alle Stimmen als sehr angenehm empfand und denke, mich daran gewöhnen zu können, hatte ich zum Teil Schwierigkeiten, mich zu orientieren, wer gerade spricht - damit meine ich Danny und die Amerikaner(in). Es ist schade, dass man für Danny keinen Afro-Deutschen (mit dem gewissen Timbre in der Stimme) für die Synchro ausgesucht hat, so dass es mir schwer fällt, ihn wieder zu erkennen- da passt irgendwas nicht. Und natürlich weiß ich, dass Amerikaner auch einfach nur Hochdeutsch "sprechen", aber auch das führte bei mir zu Orientierungsschwierigkeiten. Man konnte einfach keine Unterschiede hören, und das macht bei Spooks es normalerweise leichter, den Dialogen zu folgen - wo man sich eh schon die ganze Zeit konzentrieren muss.

28 April 2005. Tomorrow is Ruth's birthday. She hasn't told anyone about it - she is not that kind of person - but I looked it up in her personnel file. I'm not sure if I should do anything about it. Would she be pleasantly surprised? Or embarrassed? And is it appropriate for me to be giving her a present? Why, in fact, am I thinking about giving her a present anyway? It's not as if I'm oing to put it on expenses. I've never given Danny a birthday present. Or Malcolm. And I've known them a lot longer.

29 April 2005. I found out (subtly, from Sam) that Ruth's favourite film is The Red Shoes. So I gave her an album inspired by that film. I also gave her a book about cats. Both were hidden in her desk. I could see her discover them after lunch, her slight blushing visible from my office. In the afternoon, we were all in the meeting room together and she shot me a furtive little smile. I smiled back.

1 November 2005. It was my fifty-second birthday today. I found four bottles of thirteen-year-old malt hidden in the top drawer of my desk and the letters R-U-T and H written on them.

29 April 2006. Ruth's birthday. I hid a series of clues in this morning's intelligence briefing which, put together, led her to the back of the water cooler where there was an old edition of Ovid.

14 July 2006. I've just come back from a date with Ruth, whistling all the way home. I haven't felt this happy since we discovered the French Ambassador and the Foreign Secretary in an intimate tete-à-tete. The date went well, I think. I'm so rusty at this sort of thing. For all the years that we've worked together, it was the first time we didn't talk about work the whole time. We had a lot in common. She let me pay at the end. I hope she whistled on her way home, too.

16 July 2006. Ruth told me today that she can't have dinner with me again because people are laughing at us. I didn't know whether to laugh along with them or cry. We put up with a lot in our jobs. People sniggering behind our backs should be the least of our worries. Are they jealous of the boss dating a colleague? Or scorning? I really don't care. I thought I could talk her round. I still think I could talk her round. We both know there's something there. So why are we holding back?

26 July 2006. ... And Ruth and I. Well, Ruth and I... it barely started, but it hasn't burned out either. I'm not sure if we can continue to work under this escalating tension. It needs an outlet, a fire escape, a release valve. Either way, it needs to come to some sort of conclusion. Or I fear for what will happen.

10 August 2006. I met Ruth. We kissed. I never said the thing I wanted to say. The words hung, unspoken, in that autumn morning by the Thames... ... I loved her. I loved that silly, stubborn mule. That's what I wanted to say. I still love her. But there is never time for anything in this job...

Ich liebe diese Folge, weil da meiner Meinung nach der Grundstein für TQs Zweifel am System gelegt wurde! Und ich liebe es, wie sie sich alle inkl. Jools Siviter vom MI6 in Harrys Büro gegenseitig anbrüllen! Total cool!