Episode Report Card M. Giant: A | 1 USERS: B+ YOU GRADE IT We still have Logan to kick around
By M. Giant | Season 5 | Episode 21 | Aired on 2006.05.08
Logan knows he should just ignore it, go ahead and do what he was about to do, because next time he might not have the courage. But instead he answers the phone. Probably for that very reason. His secretary tells him that there's an urgent call from CTU. "I don't want to talk to anyone from CTU," Logan understates, but the secretary says, "He insists that you'll want to speak with him." Logan considers, then agrees to take the call. And is anybody surprised to hear that it's Slime? In his oily, unctuous, suck-up way, he introduces himself and says he's calling about a certain recording. "Go on," Logan says, hope starting to rekindle in his eyes. Slime explains that Hayes plans to play the recording for the Attorney General. "What are you telling me this?" Logan asks suspiciously. Slime: "Because, sir, I feel compelled to intervene. And I just wanted to make sure that...you would approve." Logan's eyes look like they're about to approve right out of his head, and as he gives Slime the green light, that little crooked smirk of his dares to peek out. He says he's going to text-message Slime his private number. "Let me know how it goes," he instructs. Slime practically tugs his forelock in deference, even though he's on the phone. "And Miles," Logan adds, "I promise you, I won't forget this." Slime looks like the happiest boy in the world as they say goodbye. It's 3:59:06 as Logan puts the gun back in the case. Won't be needing that.
Splitscreen time. Graham freshens up his drink; Kiefer is still hanging with Audrey in CTU Medical, long after his ten minutes are up; and FLOTUS doesn't realize how close she just came to getting to wear a fabulous First Widow outfit.
Slime comes into the CTU Situation Room, where Chloe is working alone at a laptop. Leaning with both hands on the table right next to where she's working, he asks how long before the teleconference starts. "Five minutes," Chloe says. "Get out of here, Miles." Slime just hangs out, making himself a nuisance. And also holding some red, blinky device in his hand, out of Chloe's sight, right next to the recording. Satisfied, he leaves. Chloe looks after him, annoyed. She has no idea how much more annoyed she's about to be. It's 4:00:00.