Episode Report Card M. Giant: C+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT ImHoudini
By M. Giant | Season 4 | Episode 19 | Aired on 04.24.2005
1:45:03. Palmer is doing what he does best, i.e., staring into space (shouldn't he be putting on a tie or something?); seconds tick for the Missile Tech; and CTU employees mill around both at HQ and in the field. Kiefer's cooling his heels in the back of the Secret Servicemobile, and Agent Keith Mars lets him out of the car and out of the handcuffs, explaining that the Veep realized his mistake. I think what the Veep needs to learn more than anything else is that what's done is done. Arresting Kiefer wasn't going to un-torture Prado, and releasing him isn't going to un-lose ImhoTerror. In any case, the mortified Agent Keith Mars hands Kiefer his gun back with a heartfelt "I am genuinely sorry about all this." "That doesn't really help us with our situation, does it?" Kiefer grumps. "We had ImhoTerror." Kiefer, you're such a bitch sometimes. He heads over to Curtis, who says there's no sign of their quarry. Kiefer hissyfits that if they haven't found him, they aren't going to. And Curtis tells him there are no new leads. Which means no leads at all on this show. If Kiefer ever met that chick from Cold Case with the fucked-up hair, they would have absolutely nothing to talk about. At 1:46:05, Kiefer says it's time to pack up and head back to CTU. He's taking his ball and going home, y'all.
Potato Face asks Lispy Skip for access to his system, because he's the only one with a certain kind of technobabble software that she needs. Skip shoots her down, saying he's coordinating the agents in the field. "They're field agents. They have guns. They don't need you to coddle them," Potato Face foreshadows. But Skip isn't budging. Potato Face goes right to Soul Patch, who quickly yells across the floor to tell Skip to quit messing around with agents that it's time to call back in anyway. Skip stands there shaking his head as Potato Face darts around him, steals his chair, and finds time for a victorious sneer. Jesus, you two, either grow up or fuck already.
The Missile Tech clips a microchip onto the warhead's circuit board, and watches as the monitor it's connected to lights up. He nods to Keith Sztandingovrhizszjouldr, who whips out his cell phone to call ImhoTerror. It's 1:48:02 as ImhoTerror's cell phone rings, even though he's still in the sewer. My cell phone doesn't work inside my damn house. ImhoTerror is glad to hear that the warhead has been reconfigured, but Keith Szottovojce quietly tells him that Missile Tech's suspicious girlfriend may represent a potential szecurity breach. "But it's been taken care of?" ImhoTerror asks. Keith Szhiftyly asszures him that it's being handled. ImhoTerror says to keep him posted, and starts to climb a ladder to the surface. Missile Tech gives Keith a Szuzpijious look.