Episode Report Card M. Giant: C+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Das Brute
By M. Giant | Season 5 | Episode 22 | Aired on 05.14.2006
In the Situation Room, Chloe has narrowed down Henderson's fourteen names to only one with an active phone: Joseph Malina. From his seat at the conference table, Henderson monotones, "Joseph Malina's an arms dealer. He used to be a military contractor until they accused him of selling secrets. They couldn't prove anything, so he beat all the charges." Kiefer asks if Henderson knows him. Well, duh, Kiefer, Henderson came up with the whole list. It would be kind of suspicious if he'd never heard of Joseph Malina at this point. At 4:31:27, Hayes gives the floor to Chloe, who is able to determine that it looks Malina's cell phone got a short call from a pay phone near the spot where Bierko escaped, which Malina then called back from an untraceable satellite phone. Buchanan and Hayes agree that they have their guy, and are about to send out the Tactical team when Henderson derisively calls a halt. He says even if they bring Malina in, he's not any more likely to roll over than he was when he got arrested during his backstory. "I suggest you send me in to talk to Malina," he concludes. Kiefer shoots down the idea out of hand, but Henderson says the only thing that's going to be less cooperative than Malina is Malina's computer system, which apparently has something called a "Phoenix shield," the mere mention of which sends Chloe into a technobabble of stymied panic. Way to tip the good guys' hand there, Chloe. Henderson is led back to Holding. And once again, the bosses team up on Kiefer about trusting Henderson. Once again, Kiefer thinks it's a sucky idea. Hayes says that's why she's sending Kiefer along to keep Henderson on a tight leash. Kiefer threatens to kill Henderson if he tries anything. "Then don't let it get to that point," Hayes warns. Yeah, that'll happen.
At 4:32:56, the First Lady's out having a smoke when she happens to look across the grounds and spot a black Secret Service sedan heading towards the stables. A Secret Service car at the Presidential Retreat? Surely some nefarious doings are afoot. For lack of anything better to do, FLOTUS starts sneaking in that direction.
Agent Adams backs the car into the stable -- which now appears to be devoid of Presidents -- and pops the trunk, which is totally lined with white plastic sheeting. When he gets out, he's carrying a silenced handgun. Okay, Adams, I applaud your foresight in wanting to protect your trunk lining, but if you're out to gather firewood, a gun is not the best tool you could use.