Hostage finds its gear in Ep 3.
It locks into a confident rhythm: cabinet pressures, media flashpoints, and a chilling silence from the kidnappers create an atmosphere where every decision feels like triage.
Suranne Jones is terrific - flinty when she must be, vulnerable when it costs her - and Julie Delpy's cool, calculating presence rounds out a partnership defined by leverage as much as trust.
Isabelle Sieb's direction keeps the camera close to consequence; scenes end on action rather than exposition, and Jeff Russo's score hums with restrained menace.
The script sharpens its political edges-process, optics, trade-offs; without losing its bingeable pulse. Yes, a couple of developments still rely on TV-logic timing, but the episode trims the fat and lets performances carry the heaviest lifts.
What really elevates this chapter is how it frames "duty vs. Devotion" as an ongoing negotiation, not a single grand gesture. It's tense, grounded enough to feel relevant, and stylish enough to go down easy.
If Ep 2 kept you curious, Ep 3 makes it clear: this show can deliver.
