This article contains spoilers for the finale of Baptiste.
Searching for lost souls in the seedy underbelly of Europe tends to be a po-faced business. But after six twisty episodes, an increasingly bloody bodycount and some rug-pulling family revelations there was the remarkable sight of Julien Baptiste, the French ex-cop played with samurai solemnity by Tchéky Karyo, bursting into gales of laughter. It may have been a cathartic reaction to surviving a nocturnal car chase through Amsterdam boulevards – an assassination attempt set in motion by his secret lovechild – but it was an outburst that felt both surprising and weirdly plausible. It was also a rare moment of lightness in a spinoff drama that has skewed determinedly dark.