Monday, April 26, 2010

24 Body Count

Episode 19: 10 am to 11 am

None.

Again.

Seriously.

I can only take this to mean that Jack’s going to be kicking some hella-ass next week. My money is on the Russian sniper going down ASAP, and then after that, it’s pretty much a free for all. I think G.W.W.F.H.O.H.S. will probably meet her end before the end. Maybe Scooby.

I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that I think Jack might be dying at the end of the last episode. I mean, I heard they were making a 24 movie, but how stupid would that be? It’s completely counter-intuitive to the whole show. The whole reason I bought into the thing in the first place was that they took an entire twenty-four hours to tell what happens in twenty-four hours. It was revolutionary, minus that crappy Johnny Depp movie, and has had me on the edge of my seat since the second season. (We missed the first season and spent the better part of a weekend watching it right before the second season started. Not early adopters, but early-ish.) At this point in the game, he’s pretty much lost it all. His wife. His new girlfriend. His dad was evil a few seasons back; that had to hurt. His daughter has pretty much grown up without him. Oh, yeah, he’s got a grandkid, but really, he’s kind of played out. You know he’d just spend the rest of his life in retirement, always looking over his shoulder and wondering when another one of “those days” was going to happen.

Anyhoo.

In the meantime, President Taylor has backed herself, via the “help” of Logan the Weasel, into a nasty corner from which she will likely be impeached. Funny—she sent her own kid to prison for her involvement in a murder last season, but this season she’s so hell bent on getting her peace accord signed that she’s allowed her cohort to be murdered by the Russians, one of the nations in her peace deal. Screwy.

Jack’s on the run from the authorities. He’s talked Scooby into working with him. He recognized that Chloe was leading him into a trap, albeit against her better judgment. He’s in cahoots with Mr. Blonde, who has provided him with all the guns and armor he’s going to need to get his bloody job done.

Oh, and acting on behalf of Logan the Weasel as a private security agent, D. B. Sweeney came by CTU to pick up G.W.W.F.H.O.H.S. and cart her off to ‘extract evidence’ from her. Is he going to make her watch hours of figure skating?

Season total, seventy. Jack, thirteen. I can only imagine that that’s about to change…

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