Episode Report Card M. Giant: A- | 1 USERS: A+ YOU GRADE IT End of the Line
By M. Giant | Season 7 | Episode 22 | Aired on 05.11.2009
Kiefer, who's still busy staring sadly at Tony, and says they have to go now. Kiefer leaves with her, but not before she pauses to give Tony a hateful look of her own.At 5:32:16, Jibraan is still riding the train, seemingly unaware that a beefy, bespectacled white guy in a suit has noticed his presence. That guy's either also on The Group's payroll or he just doesn't like nervous-looking Middle Eastern commuters.
As Kiefer and Walker pull out in a fresh sedan, Kiefer again at the wheel, Walker tells him Jibraan is en route to Washington Center. Through his comm earpiece to Chloe, Kiefer asks how long they have, and it's not long. He has them scan frequencies that Tony could have used with Jibraan over earpieces -- basically anything strong enough to penetrate into the subway -- and when Janis finds one, Kiefer has them "patch me through." Just like that, Kiefer's voice is in Jibraan's ear. He introduces himself and reports, "Your brother is safe. I'm working with the FBI." Jibraan wants to talk to Hamid, but Kiefer can't help him there. "Your brother is safe, but you are not. The people who are doing this? They gave you some kind of a package." Kiefer is confused when Jibraan denies it, as Walker's laptop now shows a live video feed of the subway station in the moments before the train is due to pull in. Kiefer figures out that it's hidden on the train somewhere, and tells Jibraan to start looking for an abandoned package. Jibraan doesn't see anything from where he's sitting, but he tells Kiefer about spotting the Faux-yer on the train earlier. By now the train is pulling into the station. Kiefer tells Jibraan to stay on the train when everyone else gets off. That dude with the suit and glasses is now looking at Jibraan more intently, which Jibraan probably isn't helping by talking to an invisible friend. But when the train stops, the suspicious commuter gets off with everyone else. While Jibraan hangs back, Jibraan asks Kiefer if he's looking for a bomb. "It's a biological weapon," Kiefer answers. "If it goes off a lot of people are gonna die." He doesn't mention that Jibraan will be the first. Once he's alone on the train, Jibraan begins a frantic search under the seats, and soon finds the abandoned duffel. "I need you to open it," Kiefer says. Jibraan asks why, and when he balks, Kiefer says, "Right now you're the only person who can, and if you don't, thousands of people are gonna die." He repeats the request, and into the long pause, he says, "Look, I know I'm asking you a lot. Please." Finally Jibraan opens it and sees the canister inside. "It looks like a bomb. I see a light." He slides the cover away from the digital readout, which is helpfully counting down. "One minute, eighteen seconds," Jibraan tells Kiefer. Good thing the Faux-yer didn't stick it in the bag timer side down, huh? Kiefer says that's not enough time for them to get to him, and tells Jibraan to get up to the surface as fast as he can. "I'll meet you on the street. We're about a minute out." Cutting it close, are we?
Jibraan gets off the train cradling the open duffel, gingerly at first, then running up the escalator and knocking people down. On the upper level, the suspicious commuter points him out to another transit cop, who blocks Jibraan' s path and asks what's in the bag. Jibraan so doesn't have time for this, but fortunately he remembers that he just happens to be holding something that could be quite handy for clearing out a subway station. Dropping the bag, he holds the canister aloft, shouting, "I have a bomb, okay?" Suddenly, with all the commuters screaming and running away, he's got a clear path to the street. The second he reaches the sidewalk, cop cars come screaming around the corner, and a whole platoon of gas-masked FBI agents come running towards him on foot. The next few seconds could go very badly for Jibraan, but luckily Kiefer jumps out of his car almost before it stops and shouts, "Wait, he's with us!" Kiefer runs up to Jibraan and takes the canister. "Go with these men, they'll help you. Go!" As Jibraan is led away, Kiefer runs with the canister into a conveniently parked hazmat van and tosses it into a Plexiglas containment chamber, where it hits the floor at exactly the moment the stopwatch function on my cell phone tells me it should be going off. But apparently there is a grace period of about a second and a half, because Kiefer has time to slide the door shut and fall against the far wall before the canister erupts in a flash and a plume of vapor. Kiefer watches it for a second, probably thinking how much nicer this is than that faculty refrigerator he had to use last time, and taps on the door to be let out of the van. The hazmat-suited guy outside tells him, "We've got it from here, sir." Sure, now that the hard part is over.
Kiefer goes back out to thank Jibraan for doing a great job and to tell him Hamid will be brought there, but first he wants him to give his statement to Agent Moran, waiting at his side. When Jibraan steps aside to follow Moran, he reveals Walker, who's standing some distance behind him and looking at Kiefer with a complicated expression. Kiefer smiles a bit and goes over to her, then half-collapses against the car. When she tells him to take a shot, he says he gave himself one twenty minutes ago. "It's not working." "It's okay," Walker says. "We stopped it. You can finally rest." How encouraging. She holds him, all the way into the ticking clock at 5:38:04. You think they're having sex during the commercials? Maybe if he starts his convulsions right at the end there it could be really hot.
At 5:42:32, Spawn sits at her gate, trying to sneakily glance over to see if her stalker's still around. He is, but at least now he's sitting at a table in the food court and not openly staring at her. Spawn looks over at the woman she bumped into earlier, now sitting nearby and bickering with her tweedy, longhaired husband over the D.C. Times. Very worked up over a fake newspaper. She goes over and sits next to the woman and across from her husband. They make a little small talk, and Spawn asks the woman to look behind them and see if her stalker's still there. "He was staring at me earlier," Spawn explains. "Well, you're very pretty," the woman smiles, and says that the guy is getting up and leaving now. She doesn't mention that he's also on his phone. She's also leaving out a few other relevant facts, but we'll get to that later.
"I've got her in sight. She's waiting at the gate now," the stalker says into his phone. "Should begin boarding within the hour." Who's he talking to? Well, Kiefer, of all people, who in this crisis has taken the time and FBI resources to put a tail on his daughter to "watch over her," at least until she's on the plane home. Yeah, that's not creepy at all. After hanging up, Kiefer tells Moran to have the FBI ready with a "full interrogation package" when they get there with Tony. Yeah, Kiefer? This is the FBI you're working with, not CTU. Kiefer's going to be pissed when he walks into that room with Tony and there's nothing in it but a bright light and a tape recorder. He then takes a moment to share a long look with Tony, now waiting in the back of a parked car. Walker interrupts their moment by coming up and telling him, "Jonas Hodges was killed with a car bomb less than an hour ago." "What? How?" Uh, a car bomb, genius. Walker thinks The Group found out Hodges was alive, which Kiefer interprets to mean that Tony is the next target, so they'll need to lock him down tight. "We're not losing him again." He's not done staring at him, after all.
Among the crowd of looky-loos outside the police cordon is none other than the Faux-yer, again on the phone to Wilson. "The FBI located Al-Zarian. There was nothing we could do," she excuses. Well, she could have set the timer for 14:57, maybe. Wilson's not happy to hear the canister was lost. "Without that pathogen, everything we've worked for is finished." Okay, so maybe that's a blessing in disguise, you think? Maybe it's a sign that perhaps your next project shouldn't be dependent on illegally developed and acquired weapons of mass destruction? I'm just saying. Try taking over the country with something a little less dangerous next time, like maybe ceramics. The Faux-yer adds that Tony's in FBI custody, so Wilson wants him taken out ASAP. "He knows too much, Kara." Kara! We have a name! Not that I'm using it at this point.