A surprisingly dull episode this, given that we have a plot to shut down the entire US power grid, a prisoner transport vs rocket launcher disaster, Madeline (who has somehow managed to get a full cut and blowdry in prison) doing her usual, Dominic doing his usual, a CIA/FBI jurisdictional turf war (so, their usual) and Reade, Weitz and Weller in some sort of bro-mantic triangle of jealousy and intrigue. Actually, I’ve made that last bit sound significantly more interesting than it is, and the rest is very much nothing new, so maybe it’s not all that surprising the episode is so dull after all. Patterson and Rich are not given anywhere near enough to do, Reade and Zapata continue to dance round each other, and even Weitz at his Weitziest can’t liven things up all that much. Keaton coming back does provide a bit of a spark – especially when Zapata scoffs at the idea of shaking his hand and throws herself into his arms instead, SQUEE!!!! – but he gets shuffled off to Malta (!) very quickly to try and stop anyone other than me noticing his chemistry with Tasha is off the charts while Reade’s is at a very low peep, and I’m so bored with Dominic the supervillain I struggled to care about any of the rest of it. Except the last scene, which is great, but not much consolation for 40ish minutes of decidedly tepid TV. And talking of tepid: ENOUGH with Weller wah-wah-wah-ing on about Bethany, FFS. It’s Blindspot not Babyspot. ARGH.