This could have been good but the flight choreographer took the night off. We were heading for something special in episode three, something faintly reminiscent of the kitchen scene from 'A Perfect Murder'. The build up was good, but then the script writer decided to payout his own story, presenting a deep and meaningful conversation rather than ferocious realism as a fitting confrontational climax to a crafted suspense. Apparently deadly street hardened lost souls have second thoughts when their dear old mum gets a mention. Gosh, such easily conveyed sympathy saves the evening and what could have been the best scene.
Review of Witness Number 3
