Episode Report Card M. Giant: B+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Kiefer to the Rescue! Um, Kiefer?
By M. Giant | Season 4 | Episode 3 | Aired on 01.09.2005
9:19:29. Curtis enters the Driscube. Driscoll says she just finished talking to Aisha. "Whatever she told you," Curtis says, "it's coming from a very disturbed place." Heh. Driscoll allows that that may be the case, but Aisha is also in possession of classified CTU information. Curtis denies having shared that information with Aisha between thrusts, but Driscoll would rather let Aisha blackmail herself a temp gig than go through all the security nightmares that fixing the breach would represent. She tells Curtis that Aisha's on her way in and he's going to have to deal with it.
Next subject: how's it going with DiCK? Driscoll turns her monitor to the feed from the camera in DiCK's interrogation room. Curtis is satisfied that DiCK wasn't knowingly involved with the kidnapping, but he's still insisting he didn't tell anyone about DaD's visit, and Curtis isn't totally convinced that's the case. I suggest Curtis play back his tape of the first episode, where DiCK looked kind of surprised to see his DaD in the first place. But since nobody on this show ever listens to me, Driscoll asks why DiCK would protect someone who betrayed him. "Because he's too arrogant to believe that's what happened," Curtis says. Okay, that I can buy. Driscoll says that going through DiCK's phone records will take too long and they need to find another way. "What do you mean?" Curtis asks. "You know what I mean," Driscoll says. Curtis hears the ominous music and says, "We don't even know if he's guilty of anything." "This is how we'll find out," Driscoll says. The floor beneath Curtis collapses and he falls to his death. Driscoll goes back to watching the DiCK channel. Ew, not like that. If she's ordering the torture of the son of the Secretary of Defense, she'd better hope DaD gets killed after all.
9:21:33. At the TerrorHome, TerrorMom is sitting at her TerrorDesk paying her TerrorBills and running TerrorQuicken™ while TerrorTeen paces the hallway. Finally TerrorTeen approaches her. "Did Father talk to you about Debbie?" he asks. "What about her?" says TerrorMom. TerrorTeen explains about the Briefcase delivery and the following and the hey-hey, and frets that now that Debbie has seen the "warehouse" where they're "holding" DaD, TerrorDad will "…" "I didn't realize you felt so strongly about her," TerrorMom coos. She gets up and slowly approaches TerrorTeen, bugging her eyes at him so far out that they're practically prehensile. "What to you want me to do?" she asks. "Talk to him," TerrorTeen says. "He'll listen to you." Yes, the voice of moderation in this scenario is the person who hasn't blinked in ten minutes. "Okay," TerrorMom says. As she explains that TerrorDad is on his way to a meeting and she try to contact him, she reaches out a hand and gently runs her talons along TerrorTeen's face. He smiles, not believing his good luck. I don't believe she didn't just twist his empty head clean off with one hand. It's 9:23:32.
I like Quizno's sandwiches, but between the guy sucking a wolf tit and the "Spong monkeys" and now the talking baby, they really need to quit making commercials that creep me the hell out.