Episode Report Card M. Giant: C+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT ImHoudini
By M. Giant | Season 4 | Episode 19 | Aired on 04.24.2005
Three Smirnoff Ice commercials in a row? Does that mean I have to buy three times as much now?
1:18:13. L.A. is pretty at night now that the blackout is over, the Veep looks like he's in the mood for a Smirnoff Ice-induced blackout of his own, the Missile Tech techs his warhead, and ImhoTerror is…standing there. A caravan of CTUmobiles pulls into a parking lot and unloads a small army of agents, including Kiefer, who looks through his scope and quickly spots the abstract blue neon window sculpture that tells us he's in the right place. He's got a robotic camera that he's going to stick into a ventilation shaft to see if he can confirm ImhoTerror's presence in the club. Satisfied that it's working, he heads toward the building by himself while other agents take up position behind the parked vehicles. Hey, Kiefer? Maybe you should send someone else in, just in case that totally illegal thing you did twenty minutes ago pissed off the Veep enough for him to order your arrest. I'm just spitballing here.
Potato Face is sitting at her computer at CTU, because that's all she ever, ever does, when someone rings in and offers to transfer a call from a woman in Los Angeles who is calling to report suspicious activity. Potato Face agrees to take the call, and Miss Iletech's driver's license appears on Potato Face's monitor. Miss Iletech tells Potato Face that it's about her boyfriend, but she's not sure if it's significant. Potato Face elicits Missile Tech's name with her usual charm and finesse, and in moments she has another driver's license before her. Miss Iletech says that her boyfriend's been travelling a lot, and may have fallen in with a bad crowd. Plus she's found some odd files on his computer. We see a diagram of a microchip or something on his monitor. Under Potato Face's incisive questioning, she reveals that even though Missile Tech is supposed to be in Arizona for a client meeting, he isn't at his hotel. And now she's found, among all the encrypted files on his computer, something in the recycle bin that looks like a schematic for a microchip the likes of which she's never seen. Good thing she got Potato Face on the line and not someone else, no?
It's 11:25:12 already, and Kiefer's lurking around the abandoned catacombs adjoining the crowded nightclub. Before long, he's found an air conditioning duct with an exposed vent that he clambers up to start unscrewing. Curtis's voice comes through on his earpiece with word that Buchanan wants to talk to him. Kiefer's not too thrilled about the timing, but Curtis says it's urgent, and patches the boss through. Buchanan gives Kiefer the news about Secret Service being on their way. Kiefer's all, this is not a good time, asking Buchanan to stall the Secret Service. Buchanan says he's been on the phone for ten minutes attempting just that. Okay, it's been seven minutes, actually, and those seven minutes would have been better spent warning Kiefer in the first place so that he wouldn't be in such an awkward position when the Secret Service showed up. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Buchanan says Kiefer has to get ImhoTerror before Secret Service gets Kiefer. Curtis promises to run interference, but the operation has just taken on a new urgency.