“Relax, everybody, just relax. It’s not a weapon, it’s a human heart.”
If you squint, I suppose that’s a metaphor for Jane herself; reared from childhood to be a killing machine but now, thanks to Kurt and co, (and a healthy dose of Zippity-wipe-my-brain) free to be the heart and soul underneath instead. And so keen to do the same for the similarly psychologically challenged Roman, now stuck in both a dream cell and a literal one, that she wants him given the same sort of security detail/ safe house dealio she got.
Not that Weller’s having that, of course. “You were different, Jane,” he points out, entirely reasonably. “The only thing that he seems to remember is how to kill.” Or, “At the time, I didn’t know your previous job was psychotic mass murderer, and also, I really fancy you,” if you want to be more precise about it.
Seizing the opportunity to gain a bit of ground with Jane and look all helpful in front of Kurt, Kalinda breaks the Roman impasse (Rompasse?) by suggesting her psychiatrist friend might help, which seems like a great idea till her psychiatrist friend actually turns up and it becomes clear she’s either had an empathy bypass or is a member of Sandstorm herself. (Both of which are entirely possible on this show.) Happily, the not-so-good Doctor is slightly better with her patients than she is with everyone else, though; she manages to break Roman out of his mental cell, albeit she then recommends locking him up in a physical, padded one to avoid the risk of “re-triggering his psychopathic tendencies”/ getting any useful information out of him, which I guess we’re supposed to feel sad about. Jane certainly does, but if the writers wanted me to care about Roman, having him do nothing but whine and/or kill since we met him probably wasn’t the way to go about it.
Roman and a huge leap of logic about the rough draft extra tattoo aside, however, Sandstorm is taking a holiday this week, with the Dabbur Zann coming back off the subs bench for another crack at mass murder and city-wide carnage. The tat of the week leads us to the aforementioned human heart, and it turns out Jane’s nemesis Keaton has brokered a deal with the DZ boss Anton Stepulov to give Stepulov Junior a heart transplant in exchange for stopping an attack on New York. Not that it quite works out that way; a bevy of basketball bombs, Keaton’s daughter in danger, and gunshots flying everywhere is what we end up with instead, and another triumph for girl power with Patterson saving the day and Jane saving Keaton’s ass (and Kurt’s, and Keaton’s daughter’s, but who’s counting).
Even Reade and Zapata take a brief break from flirting to get in on the save New York action, but their two main functions are, as usual, to a) ask Patterson how to defuse the bomb, and b) pretend they’re not into each other, despite that kiss last week. At this point, the only people they’re convincing are one another, and if I was interested in them getting together, I might be annoyed about it, but I’m too busy wondering how long Kurtlinda’s going to keep Jeller apart. End of season? We’ll see, but meantime this was another highly entertaining episode, even if Roman and Tasha can disappear as soon as they like.