Bombs are going off around New York, but Sandstorm has some unfinished business with Jane to deal with first; having been drugged and kidnapped by her brother, she wakes up in their forest HQ to be interrogated and menaced by her mother, before being despatched to prove herself by killing some unfortunate nerd-type, because the family that slays together, stays together. Or something. These Sandstorm people are crazy, and not in a good way.
Having talked the terrified nerd-type back into the Sandstorm fold, Jane is all “killing him makes no sense bro, let’s put him back in play” which does seem like the smarter plan, but I refer you to my previous sentence: CRAZY. So homicidal Roman shoots the poor nerd-type dead, not-so-obliquely threatens his own sister and then temporarily covers for her with homicidal Shepherd, leaving Jane to fret about whether she’s a natural born killer, and Kurt and Kalinda to loudly and angrily run through the old “good of the many vs good of the few” argument that has kept Kirk, Spock and a variety of philosophers busy over the years. Or as Roman – and Kalinda, it seems – would put it, “if a few innocents have to die to save this country from tyranny, I’d say that’s a price worth paying.”
If the “MOLE! SHE’S A MOLE! MOLE MOLE MOLE!” vibes emanating from Kalinda and her secret tape bunker aren’t already strong enough, her determination to send an “asset” back to Sandstorm to face potential death, and her summary solution/execution (girlfriend is just a tad bloodthirsty, huh?) to the hostage crisis that crops up later – to keep the bomber from spilling some Govt beans? Or some Sandstorm ones? – does suggest that Ms NSA’s up to no good, even if she dresses it up as saving Weller’s life. I mean, does she not know that the “walk unarmed and unprotected into the crisis, and just chat a bit” technique of hostage negotiation ALWAYS works?
While Kalinda acts all molier-than-thou, then, Kurt is torn between wanting to protect Jane, wanting to protect himself from Jane, and wanting to snog Jane’s face off, although he’s still pretending that last one isn’t top three on his to-do list. Usual glower in place, he’s pretty decent to her, in fairness, which is just as well, since Kalinda keeps finding ways to try and get her killed, Reade is pre-occupied with his own lost memory issues (perhaps he and Jane could start a chapter of Amnesiacs Anonymous) and the deeply aggravating Tasha is aghast at the mere suggestion that anyone can sympathise with a woman who was adopted as an orphan by a psychotic militia leader, forced to train as a child soldier, almost assassinated by her own government, pressed into service by a fringe of lunatic terrorists, memory-wiped, tortured for three months, and is now being passed back and forth between Sandstorm and the NSA like some sort of chew toy. Easy street!
Still, I enjoyed this episode better than last week’s. Despite all the angst, it still felt a lot less gloomy and significantly more fun, partly because Kurt and Reade at least are lightening up on Jane, but mainly because OMG BORDEN AND PATTERSON. As I said last week, our beloved sensitive psychologist’s giving off a fair few moley vibes himself but he and Patterson are so insanely lovely together and their storyline this week from aborted “friend meeting” to “I know what the blow-off looks like” to the full snog is just the summit of squee. You’re “terrible at this,” you say, Patterden? You look very, very good at it to me.