Episode Report Card M. Giant: B | 248 USERS: B- YOU GRADE IT Framed in Vain
By M. Giant | Season 7 | Episode 21 | Aired on 2009.05.04
At 4:44:52, Taylor is giving her husband a drink by his bedside. She wants to hang around a bit, and has apparently already brought him up to speed on the situation, saying she wanted him to understand. "You're the president, sweetheart," he says. "You don't owe me an explanation." Although this might add a new dimension to discussions about whose in-laws they're going to see at Christmas. "Yes, I know we went to my parents' place last year. Hey, you know what happened this year? I sustained a near-fatal gunshot wound from someone who was working with the guy who had our son killed, which you didn't believe me about for months even though I turned out to be right, and who you pardoned hours later. Just saying."
Olivia comes in, and they have a happy reunion. Henry says he's happy "just knowing you two are speaking again, let alone working together." And it only took a commando invasion of the White House to make it happen. Taylor ventures to say that it might not stay that way, and Henry tells Olivia that he understands her concerns about Hodges's deal. She says she's "had some time to think," (although she hasn't exactly spent the time just thinking), and she apologizes to her mom for making the decision harder. Taylor responds that Hodges will be judged, "If not in this life, then the next." Yes, Roger will be giving him swirlies throughout eternity.
Hodges sits in his wheelchair, again dressed in the suit and shirt he wore to the White House earlier. He pulls out his wallet to look at a couple of photos of what I assume are his wife and grown daughter. The daughter, it bears mentioning, looks absolutely nothing like Angelina Jolie. Sullivan appears at the end of the hallway and calls, "Mr. Tippet?" Hodges takes a minute to realize he's being addressed, and Sullivan confiscates his wallet, as well as the picture he's holding. "Can't let you hold onto anything that ties you to your former life," Sullivan says. He wheels Hodges out a back entrance to a loading dock. As they go, Hodges offers to work with Sullivan someday. "I don't intend to be Mr. Tippet forever." Oh, don't worry, you won't even be Mr. Tippet for another five minutes. Sullivan opens the back door of a black SUV, and Hodges steps inside. Sullivan walks some distance to a uniformed guard with some forms to sign. Hodges reaches into his shirt and pulls out the spare photo he secreted there. And then the SUV gets blown to hell, sending Sullivan and the guard flying, with Hodges still inside. Holy shit, that photograph was wired to explode! It's 4:48:42, and it looks like someone somewhere decided to EXECUTE after all. Roll up your sleeves, Roger.