British television has long loved the female detective. Not just your dottery old things who fall into murder investigations while they're sipping on a scrumpy at their book club in the local pub in Kent. You know, Hetty Wainthropp, Miss Marple and the like.
No, real detectives who go to an office and boss men around. Brilliant ones like Detective Chief Inspector Jane Tennison, as played so wonderfully by Helen Mirren in Prime Suspect.
Sports fans have always embraced as anthems songs that have nothing to do with sport.
And following Australia's own female sleuth in Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries (ABC1, Friday, 8.30pm), Scott & Bailey is doing a fine job.
The show is about a cop shop full of female officers, in a series devised, written and, for the most part, directed by women. It's real, matter-of-fact and happy to kick around relationship issues while advancing a criminal case.
The current investigation is a beauty, with an old cellar home to more than a few dusty bottles of red. The bones have been assembled, but the secrets of their shortened lives are a jigsaw puzzle much tougher to put together.
Kakadu (ABC1, Sunday, 7.30pm) begins with stunning pictures of the park, the landscape, the wildlife. Somehow we drill straight down into specifics so quickly that the majesty of the place is dulled a little.
It's still very good viewing, with Tom E. Lewis narrating the story which, in the first of four episodes, spends most of its time hunting down crocodiles that threaten the start of the tourist season.
They're mean buggers, with one particularly aggressive potential handbag taking a bite out of a boat's outboard engine despite its occupants' protestations.
The sense of time, history and the importance of the park's traditional owners is perfectly conveyed.
And so to part two of the footy grand finals extravaganza, with no less than life-long rugby league devotee Ricky Martin singing us into the NRL Grand Final (Nine, Sunday, 6.30pm). Unlike the AFL, the entertainment has the advantage of darkness as a light-show canvas. Whether Mr Martin, who reminded Australians of his existence during his terrific mentoring stint on The Voice (coincidentally also on Nine), can convince a stadium full of footy heads that Livin' La Vida Loca screams league remains to be seen.
Then again, sports fans have always embraced as anthems songs that have nothing to do with sport. Hunters & Collectors' Holy Grail is, after all, written about Napoleon marching into Russia in 1812.
As for the game, Ray Warren will call it brilliantly, and the Roosters and Sea Eagles will go at each other with unrestrained brutality.
At some point, Eddie McGuire should break into the coverage to remind us how criminal it is that Buddy Franklin has gone to Sydney.