Episode Report Card M. Giant: B | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Down with the Sickness
By M. Giant | Season 7 | Episode 17 | Aired on 04.06.2009
At FBI, Dr. Macer is injecting Kiefer with something to control the shaking, and says he can shoot himself up with it, "Once every two hours, or more if needed." Uh, could you make that a little more vague? She also hands him a little pouch with a couple of syringes in it, like that's exactly what a dude with his drug history needs to be walking around with. Walker's also in the room, because it's not like there's an operation she needs to be running right now, with Moss apparently having gotten lost on the helicopter flight back from Starkwood. Macer brings up something we all knew was coming sooner or later: a possible experimental treatment. All it takes is "stem cells from a genetically compatible donor." In other words, an immediate family member. Kiefer, who had been allowing himself to look a smidge hopeful for about five seconds there, shuts right down again. "I don't want my daughter involved in this," he says, getting up to leave. That makes twelve million of us. Walker and Macer both try to stop him, but he suddenly needs to get back to work. Where he doesn't work. In the hallway at 12:33:52, Walker and her loudly clacking heels catch up to him to try to talk sense into him. He just blows her off by whispering that it's none of her business. "It's my business when you're having a seizure in the middle of the FBI," Walker retorts, like she's the one who's going to have to clean up the mess Kiefer made earlier. Still, Kiefer is totally not talking about this. "She's your daughter and you're not even going to let her know?" Walker asks. Kiefer's like, yup. "I know you're trying to help, but you don't know what you're talking about here. My daughter and I, we don't talk, okay?" Besides, now he doesn't even have that accursed scarf he got her in India, the one that ended up getting his friend killed, to smooth the reunion over. "Please, just let it go." She doesn't, slapping her hand on the door when he moves to open it. How I wish the door opened inward, but apparently it doesn't. "It should be her choice," Walker says. Kiefer says it isn't. "I'm the one who's dying. It's my choice." Oh, sure, play that card.
Back in the bullpen, Janis tells them that Tony's still on the hunt for the canisters. "You look better," she adds. "Thanks," Kiefer says, and plugs his earpiece back in. After he lies to Tony that he's fine (honestly, Kiefer, come up with some new words to describe your personal sitrep), Janis warns Tony that eight bad guys are on their way to where he is now. "You want to regroup?" Kiefer offers. Tony wants to "get this over with." Besides, how does one guy "regroup?" Doesn't regrouping require, by definition, a group? Letting himself in through a door leading off the stairwell he's negotiating, he lies in wait for the two Starkwood guys who come into the room where he's hiding. Once they're past his hiding spot, he jumps on one, grabbing him by the neck so he can swing his feet around and kick the other to the floor. It's pretty slick. A neck-twist and a kick to the face later, both men are down, and Tony gets to work undressing one. He's chosen the unconscious one rather than the dead one, and it's probably best not to read too much significance into his decision. It's 12:35:52.