Episode Report Card M. Giant: B | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT OMFGOTUS
By M. Giant | Season 7 | Episode 8 | Aired on 02.09.2009
At 3:48:12, one of Dubaku's minions reports that Matobo (or possibly Tim Meadows) just left the White House in a car, and that it looks like the American forces appear to be withdrawing from Sangala. Dubaku suddenly is in a much better mood, but that's about to end, because his girlfriend's sister is calling him on his cell phone. She's actually opened that letter she was holding earlier, as she tells him that she checked with someone she knows at immigration, and he's busted: "Nobody named Samuel Aboa immigrated from Sangala in the last year, or in the last fifteen years." Dubaku says it's a mistake, but Rosa trusts the INS more than she does her sister's boyfriend. He asks if Marika knows, and Rosa unwisely says she hasn't told anyone at all yet, which is like saying, "Please come over here and kill me now." But of course Rosa still thinks she's in charge here: "Break up with her, and this stays between us. Just end it tonight, and we won't have a problem." Dubaku's going to end something, all right. After hanging up, he picks up his gun and tells his minion, "I have to take care of a little problem. Call me when we have Matobo." It's 3:50:34.
At 3:54:54, Walker pulls over across the street from the Korean grocery and waits. Kiefer is still en route, driving like a psycho, of course. It's like he's daring someone to get his license plate number and report him. "See what it gets you, suckers!" Buchanan calls from the Oval Office to tell him that Mafauxbo and the driver are arriving for the rendezvous at the power plant and they're running out of time before Dubaku gets suspicious. "Agent Walker and I'll move in as soon as we get there," Kiefer says. "I'll keep you posted." Buchanan ends the call and turns to Taylor, who's watching the satellite feed of the power plant on the big screen. The agent driving the limo tells them they've arrived and can see Dubaku's men. At 3:55:56, the car pulls onto a lot, surrounded by four of Dubaku's guys, who are dressed in military khakis. You know, to blend in. The driver takes out his gun and puts it on the console, for all the good it's gong to do him. "Bring him to us," orders one of Dubaku's men. Both agents just sit there. After a moment, one of the soldiers pulls out a phone to make a call. "Hang tight, agent," Buchanan orders over the driver's earpiece. By now, the solider with the phone has gotten through to Dubaku, who is walking down the street back to his building. He reports, "The car arrived, but nothing is happening." Dubaku figures out what's up with alarming speed. Maybe he's learned something about Taylor after all. He orders, "Destroy the vehicle."