Episode Report Card M. Giant: B- | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Putting the "Dent" in "President"
By M. Giant | Season 4 | Episode 16 | Aired on 04.03.2005
10:10:56. ImhoTerror climbs down a ladder on the warehouse's exterior. I notice he doesn't have any coffee for the perimeter guys, which is kind of rude. He extends the antenna on his little remote control and presses a button.
In the ImHideout's IT bay, Kiefer mutters, "It doesn't make sense." It's just that part of the season, Kiefer. An audible beeping starts up. He looks around, and notices the beeping, blinking red LED sticking out of the bottom of a lump stuck to the underside of another desk. It's either a wad of C-4 or the biggest chunk of ABC gum I've ever seen. ImhoTerror must have pressed the "arm" button, where "arm" = "give the good guys plenty of warning that you're about to blow them up." Kiefer yells at Castle, "This room is hot. Get your men out of here." Kiefer starts rushing agents towards the exit. Outside, ImhoTerror presses the second button on his remote control, and explosions blow up the desks as Kiefer and the others go flying. I think this would have been a good time for a commercial, but then I'm biased about such things.
Bitchelle shouts into her headset, demanding to know what just happened. Amid the debris, an unexploded Kiefer tells her that ImhoTerror's escaped (again) and that he blew up all of his hard drives to cover his tracks. Kiefer's "going off comm. If you want me, I'll be on my cell." He pulls out his earpiece without waiting for acknowledgement. Bitchelle orders Potato Face to get "data forensics" into the ImHideout and initiate a "hard target search" for ImhoTerror, who as we've seen is the hardest target ever. Potato Face scowls at her computer even more intensely than usual.
At the ImHideout, IT minion is still breathing. Kiefer runs to his side and hollers for a medic, unwisely ignoring the gun on the floor near the man's hand. Haven't you learned anything, Kiefer? "You can't stop it," IT minion gasps through a mouthful of blood. "Stop what?" Kiefer demands. "Within the hour," IT minion manages. Kiefer tries to get more, but those were IT minion's last words. Kiefer's left sitting on the floor amid this unholy mess, looking helpless. Hey, at least this dying guy didn't manage to shoot anyone. It's 10:12:27.
10:16:52. Poor Man's Eric Stoltz is still in the air, Kiefer's back on his feet, and DoDder's not. The doctor comes out to tell her that Grayadder's in recovery. The doctor fails to mention that before Grayadder was shot, he'd had the crap beaten out if him. "When we opened him up, we found no crap whatsoever," he doesn't say. Nor does he mention any electrical burns that may have been apparent. Nice to see the CTU clinic is as thorough as ever. Grayadder's stabilized, but one of the bullets did some spinal damage that has left him paralyzed from the waist down. DoDder doesn't ask if the paralysis could have been prevented by, say, spending more than two hours operating. Or by taking him to a real hospital. Instead she asks if it's permanent. The doctor says it's too early to tell, and that it might be weeks or months before they know for sure. The doctor isn't optimistic. "A lot depends on his attitude, his support system -- emotional as well as medical." Did you get that, DoDder? You realize what this means: you have to do the right thing and let Kiefer and Grayadder be together. DoDder looks through the glass wall of the room where Grayadder is already sitting up in bed, and asks, "Does he know?" The doctor says he just broke the news, and that he's sure Grayadder would like to see her. Ah, so he's new here.