Episode Report Card M. Giant: A- | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Friday the 13th, Part XXIV
By M. Giant | Season 8 | Episode 22 | Aired on 05.17.2010
At 1:11:56, Kiefer's walking down a busy street when his cell rings. But who still has his number? Oh, right, Jim. "You didn't tell me that was Logan's phone that I was tracing, Jack," Jim grumbles. "That's a serious line you're crossing there, pal." Whatever, Kiefer's crossed more lines than a professional football player, even before the last few hours. Bored, Kiefer asks Jim, "Are you gonna give me the location or not?" Sine nobody can ever say "or not" to Kiefer, Jim not only tells him that Logan's in a car, he uploads the route from the Secret Service deployment grid directly to Kiefer's PDA. And there it is, map and everything. Why did Kiefer spend so much of his time fucking around with CTU and all of its bureaucratic second-guessing when he knew this guy? I mean, Jim might carp a little bit, but he always folds like an origami skyscraper in the end. Jim gives Kiefer one more warning: "This path you're on, there ain't no coming back from it." Maybe Jim should be a little more concerned about the mug who's been an accessory to all of this. Kiefer says he doesn't have a return ticket booked anyway, and lets Jim off the hook, telling him to start erasing any connections they might have. Probably should have done that hours ago, before Kiefer called him "Jim, thanks for everything," Kiefer says. "Bye." He tosses down the phone, throws his giant duffel into the open back of an unattended banana delivery van, and drives off down the alley. It's 1:13:16.
1:17:34. Taylor's assistant brings her some aspirin and a glass of water, because Logan is still giving her headaches even from outside the building. Taylor dismisses her as Tiny Tim from Homeland comes in, apparently having been summoned. Taylor brings up Reed, whom Tim remembers, and Taylor tells Tim that Reed plans to publish "an unfounded story regarding Omar Hassan's murder." Tim asks what it's about, and without answering, Taylor tells him to "contact the FBI. Have them search the Sunday Magazine offices, locate Reed, and seize whatever evidence she purports to have." Tim doesn't get it, and protests, "They'll accuse you of censoring the press." Yes, but only because that's what she'll be doing. Taylor snaps that she knows what she's ordering, so shut up and do it. Although she can't look at him when she says it. "Yes ma'am," Tim says, getting up to leave. One suddenly finds oneself missing that insubordinate hothead Rob Weiss, doesn't one?
At 1:19:15, Kiefer drives his stolen banana truck into an alley, pulls out his "duffel of justice" (TM Wing Chun, from next to me on the couch the first time I watched this) and asks some catering staff hanging out by an open door, "Drop-off or receiving?" They direct him right into the building. Apparently those are the magic words for admission anywhere, at least when the dude saying them is literally panting under the weight of his equipment. What do they think is in there, the wet bar?
Reed's editor, Gary, is at work -- stressing out about assigning a profile on Logan, coincidentally enough -- when Reed calls from a pay phone. Kiefer left her at least nine minutes ago, and she's just now getting around to calling? Maybe it took her this long to remember how a pay phone works. She tells him about the video she's got connecting Russia to Hassan's death, which she got from Jack Bauer. Gary's a little stunned that she's been in touch with such a wanted person, but agrees to meet at "that diner with the coffee you hate" in fifteen minutes, and to keep it to himself. Good thing he's an old-school type.