It’s a very unpopcult-ish week on the most unpopcult-ish show on our books, as we find out that Mayfair’s Big Secret is made up of lots of other Big Secrets – a Secret Love, a Secret Pain, a Secret Conspiracy and a Secret Hairdo. Oh yes, Mayfair is the queen of Big Secrets, the Biggest one being that she helped run the huge NSA/ FBI/ CIA illegal surveillance operation exposed by “Douglas Winter” – presumably Blindspot-speak for Edward Snowden because “Ted Sleethouse” or “Ned Igloo” would’ve been a step too far.
Mayfair hasn’t picked the best time to spill her guts, though. Now that Hardass Weller’s back to being sappy instead of stroppy with Jane, he badly needs somewhere to re-direct his inner rage, so he’s extra-angry with the boss for all that trampling over civil liberties to make up for it. Soulmate Jane’s the only other person who notices though, as Zapata and Reade are too busy bickering about the other big issues of the week to pay attention to all the growling going on; as well as illegal government surveillance, “Persecute Envoys” manages to work in references to police brutality, racial tensions and the Ferguson and Baltimore unrest. Which is delicate ground for any show to tackle, let alone one as cheerfully bonkers as this one.
Perhaps wisely, however, Blindspot contents itself with a well-judged remark or two on the topic before the story takes an about-turn, high-tails it away from the sensitive stuff and runs straight back into the arms of Tat of the Week silliness about colour-blind police bodycam corruption instead. All this means another wee mini-conspiracy, a jurisdictional turf war (rolls eyes) and – huzzah! – a flash grenade! I do like a good flash grenade. Especially when it’s accompanied by all sorts of shooting and shipping opportunities; as well as Jane and Kurt making soulful eyes at each other for the entire ep, and Jane being all “none of you have ever let me down” and “you should forgive Mayfair (so you can forgive me later)”, the shootout/flash grenade is a lovely excuse for some good old Mills and Boonery just to top things off. “When that door closed and I heard those shots, I thought they…” gulps a tearful Jane. “Jane, they didn’t. I’m fine,” the big, strong, bullet-resistant Kurt reassures her tenderly. SQUEE.
Even Kurt turning down a drink with the girls doesn’t spoil the effect – I mean, he clearly wants to go, but he has to take Jane’s advice and finish his sulking at Mayfair first. The girls night out stuff is quite sweet without him, though – it’s nice to see Jane hanging out with friends, doing non-Tattoo, non-Taylor-related things, even if she is a perpetual Debbie Downer. “I walk around and ride the subway and pretend I’m like everybody else,” she says, wistfully. Yes, Jane, we know. Sucks to be you. Maybe talk about something else for a change?