Episode Report Card M. Giant: A | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Welcome to the TerrorDome
By M. Giant | Season 4 | Episode 6 | Aired on 01.23.2005
12:27:29. Stuff is laid out on the ground at the MarineDome, Grayadder hasn't been laid in about a year, TerrorDad contemplates his wayward lad, and Curtis follows leads. Back at the MarineDome, a camera crew is shooting live video of TerrorCorpses and recovered equipment and transmitting it real-time to Curtis at CTU. Would they really be in that much of a hurry after resolving the immediate crisis? I think I'd probably take the rest of the day off. But I'm letting it go. Curtis spots the Briefcase on his monitor. Yes, the Briefcase. Yes, that one. He asks the camera crew to open it up. It's empty, aside from a compartmentalized foam-rubber insert that was clearly designed to hold separate components of some kind. Curtis asks the camera crew to zoom in on any distinguishing marks. Sure enough, near the lock are the initials MF. I knew I should have gone with my first instinct to call this the MotherFucking Briefcase. Ah, well. Hindsight. Curtis appears to recognize the logo and tells the camera crew to make sure the MotherFucking Briefcase catches the next ride back to CTU. Then he asks Special Agent Breck to run a "corporate logo search," because he thinks he's found a link between the train bombing and DaD's abduction. Pretty major leap for a guy who just demonstrated total ignorance of Google.
Kiefer and DoDder are already at CTU, less than ten minutes after leaving the MarineDome. Helicopter or not, I'm…letting it go. DoDder's all keen to make the ID of TerrorGringo, but Kiefer wants her checked out at the clinic first. As she heads off in that direction, she sees Grayadder talking on his cell phone in a conference room. He doesn't see her, and she slinks off without greeting him. But it looks like DaD wants to talk to her, and he pulls her aside.
Kiefer kicks Special Agent Breck off her computer, because the writers have thought of a new way to make her job suck.
DaD addresses DoDder in a quiet corner. "Does he know?" DoDder plays dumb. "About you and Kiefer," DaD clarifies. DoDder wants to know when DaD figured it out. "Not until today," he says, quietly and calmly. "Although I'm surprised that I hadn't figured it out till now." So are quite a few TWoP readers. DoDder makes a bunch of lame excuses and blah blah blah my-husband's-a-dink-cakes until DaD is just looking at her with the expression Dr. Phil gives people who are talking themselves into a hole. Finally she just shuts up and says, "I'll take care of it." DaD gives her a little smile. Yeah, I can see why she wanted to avoid such an ugly scene. She sucks.