Episode Report Card M. Giant: B | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Kill Bi-- Never Mind, He'll Do It Himself
By M. Giant | Season 7 | Episode 13 | Aired on 03.09.2009
She's about to go back to the residence when Ethan intercepts her. He asks for a minute to talk with her, and they sit down. Ethan starts by saying that the administration needs help, now that several members of it are dead. "The president and I would like you to consider coming on board as special advisor to the president," Ethan invites. Olivia says she's surprised that Ethan is okay with this, and Ethan says they're both ready to move on. Olivia concedes that she was wrong to overstep during the campaign. "I'm glad you see it that way," Ethan says. He thinks the conversation is over, until Olivia stops him. "It's not the past that concerns me, Ethan," she says. "It's what's happening now and what's been happening since my mother took office. Do you think any of this would have happened if my mother had a chief advisor who knew what the hell was going on in her administration? Her government was corrupted on every level, and it all happened right under your nose...Frankly, I'm surprised you haven't tendered your resignation." Ooh, ouch. That's got to sting. And she didn't even bring up the part where he totally missed the terror attack. Unsurprisingly, Ethan is pissed. "You have no right to speak to me that way," he says. "You don't know what you're talking about. You don't have the facts." Olivia says she's planning to get them. "I'm gong to find out exactly who failed my mother and I'm going to make sure that that person never is in a position to do it again. Excuse me." She gets up and leaves. So...I guess she's not taking the job, then? It's 8:49:32.
8:53:54. Now that Burnett is waking up, the marshal starts to lead Kiefer to Burnett's room, but Moss stops Kiefer by placing a hand on his chest. "I'll be watching," he warns. "You lay one finger on him and it's over." Kiefer looks down at Larry's fingers, on Kiefer, but doesn't comment on the irony other than to say, "All right." Off he goes.
Meanwhile, Quentin is still scrambling silently through the ceiling in a splitscreen. Kiefer is allowed into the room, and the doctor leaves him alone with a very sweaty Burnett, who's just becoming conscious. "Wake up," he whispers into Burnett's face, then repeats it, more loudly. "Remember me?" he asks. Burnett opens his eyes and sees Kiefer standing over him, and wets his bed in a panic. Kiefer says he just came from the White House. "Juma's attack failed. He's dead and so are his men. A lot of innocent people died today. Good people. Including a friend of mine, Bill Buchanan. You might have met him." Burnett freaks out even more, loudly demanding a lawyer. Kiefer starts taking off his tie as he says it's just them. Burnett says he's ready to talk, but as Kiefer wraps his tie around his hand, he says, "They're done talking to you. That's why they sent me." Oh, quit working it. By now, Quentin is messing with the surveillance cables in the ceiling. They ran cables through the ceiling? How often is this room under surveillance, anyway? The audio at the surveillance station goes dead, and all Moss and the marshal can hear is static. Kiefer doesn't know this, or that Quentin is now also using his PDA (and a very handy, and very versatile PDA it is) to set up a video loop of Kiefer standing over Burnett with his back to the camera, so he's still taking his time scaring Burnett. "The rules don't apply to you any more," Kiefer growls. Now Quentin rolls a little silver canister down the top of a ceiling tile and lets it drop into the room. Kiefer steps over to investigate, and quickly collapses from the effects of the gas hissing from therein. As he sits on the floor with a trail of foam at the corner of his mouth, a gas-masked Quentin drops into the room. He uses an oxygen tank to bust the door's security keypad, and then the glass front of the same IKEA dresser I have in my bedroom. Except my drawer panels are frosted plastic, so clearly that panel was replaced for this very purpose. Excellent foresight, hospital. Quentin takes one of the bigger shards in his gloved hand, presses it between Kiefer's nerveless fingers while he sits there drooling, and then carries it over to Burnett's bed. Burnett, similarly paralyzed by the gas, puts up no resistance as Quentin uses the glass to slash his throat and then leaves it sticking out of Burnett's chest for good measure. He remembers to wipe away the drool as Burnett flatlines. Then, presumably after he's left the room the same way he came in, the surveillance feed comes back live, and Moss and the Marshal see what's happened to Burnett. Too bad they can't also see Kiefer lying on the floor. They both head for Burnett's room at a dead run, weapons drawn. Meanwhile, Kiefer gasps back into autonomy (that is a short-term gas, right there). Quentin's back in the ceiling by now, presumably having snagged his gas cylinder. Wow, Quentin is even better than we suspected. On a minute's notice, he was able to devise a very elaborate plan for getting to Burnett, and equip himself with the highly specialized equipment he needed to make it happen. And that's not even counting the time it should have taken him to get to the hospital, unless of course he lives there. Kiefer climbs up and follows him out as we go into a splitscreen.