Episode Report Card M. Giant: C+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT What is it with chicks, man?
By M. Giant | Season 5 | Episode 15 | Aired on 03.26.2006
But before we hear her decision, we cut back down to the floor, where Shari is slaving away at what used to be Edgar's terminal. Slime appears next to her and sticks his keycard into her desk slot. The penetration symbolism would actually be less obvious if he threw her down on the desk and fucked her, and almost as unnecessary. He smarmily points out some technobabble that she did wrong, and asks who authorized her to do it that way. "I did," Chloe jumps in. Slime doesn't buy it for a minute. He picks up on the sisterhood vibe: "She told you about my alleged sexual harassment, right?" But before he can explain that Shari doesn't even have what he looks for in a sexual partner (i.e., a dong), Chloe cuts him off: "There are seventeen canisters of nerve gas about to be deployed somewhere in Los Angeles. We're trying to find them. If you interrupt our work one more time, I'll file a complaint with Division. Then you'll see what protocol is all about." Throughout this speech, she's slowly walking towards him, her arms folded in front of her like always. But she doesn't quite have the hang of it, so she keeps walking even after she's done talking. Slime looks like he's considering pointing out that he works for an entirely different Cabinet-level department, let alone whatever the fuck Division is. But realizing that he's going to get run over before he can get the words out, he pulls his cock (sorry, I meant "keycard") out of Shari's slot and goes off to find someone else to annoy. Shari thanks Chloe, who simply says, "You're welcome," instead of pointing out that she's contractually obligated to irritate Slime at least once per hour. And I don't often say this, but go, Chloe.
She returns to her own computer, and Kiefer comes in and goes to work on the terminal next to hers, saying that as of now, they're working on finding a connection between Henderson and Collette. Besides the file they already found on Henderson's computer, that is. Greedy.
The subtitle "Wilshire Gas Company" appears over the clock ticking past 9:31:35. Bierko's panel truck and its "police escort" pull up to the gate, where they're met by a security guard. And he is the worst security guard ever, because if I'm a security guard and a guy leans out of a panel truck and tells me in a thick crypto-Russian accent, "We have an important delivery," at 9:32 at night, during a martial law curfew that's in effect as a result of attacks by crypto-Russian terrorists, that's when I start shooting. But the guard simply says he needs to call it in, and gets two slugs in the back when he turns to do so. A pair of bolt-cutters later, Bierko and a couple of guys walk right into the facility, the cop car hanging back to watch the perimeter. The shot's neatly letterboxed between a couple of horizontal gas pipes, pipes which may or may not be important later. The panel truck backs up to an entrance to the building, and a moment later the bad guys are all inside, with the Sentox canisters being wheeled along on a cart. Watch out for speed bumps.