Baptiste is back, but can the grieving detective get his mojo back – and get to the bottom of who kidnapped Fiona Shaw’s family in Budapest?
I am no Hungarian kidnapper, but if I were, I wouldn’t be caught wandering around Budapest with a distinctive neck tattoo poking out of my shirt. And yet, in Baptiste (BBC One), our titular French sleuth notices just that at the railway station where a member of the British ambassador’s family – kidnapped 14 months ago – was last located.
He spots a stubbled-headed ball of testosterone with four parallel tattooed lines on his neck, which means he is either a) trying and failing to become a human barcode or b) a member of some criminal fraternity with politics that make Viktor Orbán’s sound sensible. I am guessing b).
