Episode Report Card M. Giant: A | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT We still have Logan to kick around
By M. Giant | Season 5 | Episode 21 | Aired on 05.07.2006
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.
Logan knows he should just ignore it, go ahead and do what he was about to do, because next time he might not have the courage. But instead he answers the phone. Probably for that very reason. His secretary tells him that there's an urgent call from CTU. "I don't want to talk to anyone from CTU," Logan understates, but the secretary says, "He insists that you'll want to speak with him." Logan considers, then agrees to take the call. And is anybody surprised to hear that it's Slime? In his oily, unctuous, suck-up way, he introduces himself and says he's calling about a certain recording. "Go on," Logan says, hope starting to rekindle in his eyes. Slime explains that Hayes plans to play the recording for the Attorney General. "What are you telling me this?" Logan asks suspiciously. Slime: "Because, sir, I feel compelled to intervene. And I just wanted to make sure that...you would approve." Logan's eyes look like they're about to approve right out of his head, and as he gives Slime the green light, that little crooked smirk of his dares to peek out. He says he's going to text-message Slime his private number. "Let me know how it goes," he instructs. Slime practically tugs his forelock in deference, even though he's on the phone. "And Miles," Logan adds, "I promise you, I won't forget this." Slime looks like the happiest boy in the world as they say goodbye. It's 3:59:06 as Logan puts the gun back in the case. Won't be needing that.
Splitscreen time. Graham freshens up his drink; Kiefer is still hanging with Audrey in CTU Medical, long after his ten minutes are up; and FLOTUS doesn't realize how close she just came to getting to wear a fabulous First Widow outfit.