Welcome to this week’s instalment of Patterson and Pushy (Deceased), as a plucky young FBI analyst and her not-so-dearly departed partner solve a fiendishly tricky little mystery, with a bit of help from…. yeah, no one.
It’s only in the final furlong, when the time comes to rescue Patterson from the ACTUAL SERIAL KILLER that her idiot boyfriend – continuing to be even more objectionable dead than he was alive – has practically gifted her to, that the rest of Team Tat manage to take a short break from fretting over their complicated love lives to go find their techie friend.
Up to then, this is one week where our intrepid band of field agents’ usual work/life balance has somewhat tipped the other way. Weller is having fun times (Weller! Having fun times!) with the Marshal, both x-rated and family-friendly, although an uncharitable person might point out it’s not long since Jane was the one sitting down to dinner with him en famille. Jane, meanwhile, is busy sharing takeout and bouts of athletic sex with Tree Tat Man while he continues trying to force her to cosy up to another man. (Pushy and Tree Tat Man should get together and write one of those horrific pick-up artist books: 101 Ways to Manipulate Your Women or some such.) And despite his best efforts to dump/ protect Sarah, Reade is still being threatened by some fool with a vocoder and a smartphone.
Team Tat’s preoccupation with their significant/ not-so-significant others therefore means cracking the Tat of the Week is left to Patterson and her ghost boyfriend/ manifestation of her sub-conscious, following a trail of clues left by this asshat, including a 100 year old automaton that he has re-programmed to STAB out the shape of a star system, because nothing says romance like an olde-worlde robot with a weapon.
Inexplicably, the otherwise terrifically bright, wonderful Patterson still can’t see the utter lack of respect this cut-price wannabe Svengali has/ had for her, her job and her personal safety – I say again, the trail leads to an ACTUAL SERIAL KILLER who will ACTUALLY SERIALLY KILL HER, you MORON – and finds him irresistible rather than unspeakable, meaning that, for perhaps the first time, the name “Blindspot” actually seems a propos.
Still, all is not lost. Ashley Johnson is such an engaging screen presence she makes the ep infinitely more entertaining than it should have been, and at least this “mission” gives Patterson a chance to finally work through her pain, even if breaking and entering and fighting off frostbite are all somewhat unconventional methods of grief counselling. And, in fairness to Pushy, he does have one shining moment of not-appallingness right at the end when he a) leaves forever (PLEASE GOD) and b) reminds Patterson that there’s someone else he’s/ she’s/ we’ve always liked: “that Borden guy.” SQUEEEEEEE!