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
3:51:53. FLOTUS has recovered from her freak-out of last hour and is now splayed out on her couch, watching fake cable news coverage of Palmer's mourners from earlier that day. Because it's not like anything else has happened in the past half hour that's newsworthy, like a fucking 727 landing on the fucking 118 freeway or anything. Logan softly knocks on the door and asks to come in. "Now you want to talk?" she grunts, but eventually relents. He comes in and sits across from her, next to her empty wine bottle and glass. "Something else you want to confess?" she asks. Logan says no. Last time didn't go so well, I seem to recall. He says he just wanted to say how sorry he is. He says that he knows what he did was wrong, which of course is pretty much the opposite of what he just told Graham. "What I can't live with is the fact that I hurt you. That's the last thing I wanted to do...That's the truth." Now that he's said the last thing he wanted to say, FLOTUS has a great answer. Bleary and exhausted and drained as she is, she manages to slur, "I had no idea you were such a good liar. If I wasn't so horrified by the fact that I'm married to you, I might actually be impressed." I didn't think Logan could look any more crushed, but he manages it anyway as his wife turns back to the TV, effectively dismissing him without a word. Dude, cheer up; that was the closest thing you're going to get to a compliment from her. Slowly, he gets up and walks out. On the bright side, this'll make the next item on his list of things to do that much easier.
It's 3:55:23, and for the first time, we track him as he walks all the way from the FLOTUSuite back to the Situation Room. Which isn't a very long walk at all. Alone in his office, he sits down at his desk. He opens the gun case. Before picking it up again, he reaches into his desk drawer, pulls out a tumbler and a bottle of whisky that I don't recognize, and pours himself a shot. He puts the bottle back in the drawer. He downs the liquor, and Gregory Itzin once again proves what a great actor he is by making a very convincing Scotch-face after swallowing what is no doubt apple cider. And then he does it again as we see him realize that he's done stalling, there's nothing else to do, except for one thing. He takes the gun out of its case and weighs it in his hand. And then his desk phone rings.