Episode Report Card M. Giant: A | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Edgar, Dead! Grr.
By M. Giant | Season 5 | Episode 12 | Aired on 03.05.2006
Burke wheels Henderson into the clinic on a gurney. The suspect is lying stiffly with his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. Perhaps he's decided to start answering Kiefer's questions in the form of charades. Tony's nowhere in sight.
Sealed up in his office, Buchanan's on the phone, trying to ignore the dying woman who's squeaking down his glass outer wall. In the final split-screen, more people die all over the building, gas continues coming out of the canister, Henderson's still in the clinic, and so is Tony. I guess maybe the whole clinic got sealed off.
Down in the Situation Room, one last woman gives her death-squeak down the wall. Kiefer tells everyone to stay calm; "There's nothing we can do for her now." They're all trapped inside, and it's too late for anyone outside. So it's a tense little party in the room: Kiefer, Spawn, Barry, Audrey, Chloe, and a few extras, including at least one Redshirt. And Buchanan's safe in his office upstairs...McGill's in Holding, which has always been famously airtight...are we forgetting anyone? I guess Curtis didn't make it back in time for the attack, officially raising his luckiness quotient an entire order of magnitude for a Handsome Black Agent. Let's see, who else? That's everyone, right?
It's Audrey who looks out onto the floor and softly says, "Oh, no." Chloe turns and looks to see the heavyset figure jogging along towards them. "Oh my God," Kiefer breathes, stricken. It's Edgar, of course, and he's no doubt been able to resist the effects of the nerve gas for so long because of his outstanding physical condition. Chloe gets up and goes to the door. From out on the floor, Edgar desperately says her name. Chloe tries to answer, but no sound comes out. It's very Wrath of Khan. Edgar takes a step toward the Situation Room, but starts crumpling as the nerve gas hits him, and he collapses behind a desk. Everyone in the room looks devastated, even Barry and Spawn, who never met him. But it's Chloe who's more wrecked than anyone; how she twists her face like that without pressing it against the glass is beyond me. At least Edgar was spared the humiliation of making yet another death-squeak down the glass. All is silent, even the clock, as it ticks down to 7:00:00 right before my local newscast, where I learn...
Also dead? Kirby Puckett. Still.