Episode Report Card M. Giant: C+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Mole Patch
By M. Giant | Season 3 | Episode 20 | Aired on 04.26.2004
In Saunders's lair, the man of the house comes out of the bathroom. I guess some people do get to pee on this show, but only the villains. No fair. Fauxbayashi says that they still don't have the list of agents they demanded. Saunders is willing to give Palmer the full fifteen minutes until the deadline expires. Fauxbayashi also mentions that CTU is trying to get at him via the domain name, but reassures Saunders that protections are in place that will foil the awesome power of WhoIs.
8:06:12. A video display has been wheeled into the interrogation room of the AV trailer, and Kiefer announces to Spawnders, "I'm going to show you who your father really is." The first section consists of a few grainy photos of Kiefer and his Kosovo squad, including Saunders. Do covert operatives really take a photographer along to record everything? Doesn't that kind of make it a little less covert? On the other hand, that picture of Saunders and Kiefer, with the former looking off in the distance to where the latter is pointing, is straight out of the JC Penney catalog, so I can forgive it. Now that Kiefer has shared a bit, it's Spawnders's turn. She explains that Saunders contacted her some time ago to tell her he was alive and living in Europe under an assumed name, and that for his protection she couldn't tell anyone. Kiefer asks why Saunders contacted her after so many years, and Spawnders simply says, "He missed me." Kiefer drops his eyes and says he understands. People keep missing his daughter, too, and thus she is still alive.
Kiefer continues with the presentation, continuing to employ a weird, commercial-voice-over delivery that he's adopted for this scene. He shows Spawnders a couple of Interpol photos of her father meeting with illegal weapons dealers and manufacturers. Spawnders isn't convinced; she points out that her dad could have been meeting with international terrorists for any number of perfectly innocuous reasons. That's her issue with this? Not the fact that these "terrorists" could be anyone? On the other hand, the evil scowl and equally evil black leather jacket Saunders is wearing in these photos are pretty damning. He sure looks evil to me. Even though we can't see whether he's also wearing leather pants. But Kiefer's not done; he's got a recording of Saunders's latest demand and threat from the last time he spoke to the president. Spawnders sits through it blankly. While she's still processing that, Kiefer cues up a live video feed from Inn Fection, where hazmaticians are going about the business of managing the guests who are going about the business of dying messily. Spawnders looks like she's starting to get the message. Kiefer flips through a few video postcards of dead V-I-R-U-S victims for Spawnders's benefit, until she's finally had enough: "I don't want to see anymore." Say it with Kiefer, everyone: "I don't want to see anymore, either." Kiefer drops to a crouch in front of Spawnders and begs for her help. She counts to ten in her head and says, "I have a phone number." It's to contact Saunders if there's an emergency, and she's never used it before. Kiefer wants it.
Inn Fection. Bitchelle watches a pair of SWAT guys in facemasks drag a reluctant woman in a business suit towards the isolation area. Here's what I don't get: if the entire hotel has already been contaminated, who exactly is being protected by that flimsy plastic curtain? The same thought apparently occurs to the reluctant victim, because all the fight goes out of her as soon as she's behind it. I think it's all just another excuse for Bitchelle to look devastated. She goes into the hotel room she's set up as her office and sits down. Her finger goes to her nose as if she feels something damp there, but it's only sweat. I'm sorry, women don't sweat; they perspire. Some of them don't even perspire; they glow. This is the clue for the doctor to pop her spacesuited head in and tell Bitchelle that her lab results are on their way. It's 8:10:32.