Someone is leaving detailed dioramas outside Liz and Tom’s new house. A welcoming neighbour, perhaps, in lieu of a basket of warm muffins? No: these dioramas are of crime scenes which happen shortly afterwards. Liz, now restored to the FBI, takes one into the office. “Agent Keen, that is so cool!” exclaims Aram, before realising that he’s not being asked to appreciate their artistic merit, but instead find out who made them, and how in the holy hell s/he is able to predict crimes.
The “who” is a creepy-as-eff 9-year-old girl, and the “how”, according to her mother, is that the girl (who has learning difficulties) gets premonitions. Well, Cooper doesn’t buy that, nor do I; and nor, thank the Lord, do the writers. Instead, it turns out that Creepy’s hearing aid is blah blah something something so it’s tuned into telephone conversations between a nearby hitman and his clients, which she overhears and turns into gruesomely detailed, lovingly-fashioned dioramas of doom.
Meantime Tom, as part of his New Start With Liz And Agnes, throws out the bundle of fake passports we first saw away back near the start of season 1, then decides to keep them, presumably remembering that he’s contracted to The Blacklist: Redemption, and might need them. And Red, disporting himself in an antiseptic all-white apartment, engages in a bizarre, and somewhat wearing, pas de trois with a boss and employee from a cobalt mining company, ostensibly (I think) because he wanted a piece of the cobalt action, in fact (I think) because he wanted to shoot them and decided to amuse himself while doing so, and also because (I think) he wanted to audition new cleaners to replace Mr. Kaplan. And if I’ve got that wrong, I don’t care.
In short, ‘The Forecaster’ wasn’t terrible, but it was a little boring. The best things were the cleaners – “Well, aren’t you a tall drink of chocolate milk?” – and the final scene, which suggests that the show’s most enduring relationship, that between Red and Dembe, might be under threat as a result of Red’s summary treatment of Mr. Kaplan, who on reflection we haven’t seen for a few weeks now.