"Just trust me - it's personal." Somebody please tell me those words did not come from Jack Bauer's mouth. I'm having enough trouble dealing with Jonathan Adler's puny "See you later, decorator" every week on
Top Design; this may be enough to push me right over the edge. Any shout-outs to John McClane aside, Jack's latest hour on the Day 6 roller coaster doesn't disappoint in terms of sudsy melodrama: My father killed my brother! My
son nephew's a human bargaining chip! I can't stop awkwardly touching my recently widowed sister-in-law! It's a heady blend of the reaction shots and preposterous reveals that I've come to adore in this show, with a heaping tablespoon of gunfire for good measure. (Milo, way to take that bullet like a champ; I had you pegged for either a mole or a goner, and so far it looks like I'm wrong.) The line of the night honor goes to big bad Papa Bauer, in his at-gunpoint heart-to-heart with his prodigal son: "None of this would have happened if you hadn't turned your back on me, so you could become what - a civil servant?" Jeez, Dad, he was only saving the world - it's not like he turned his back on your empire of evil to become a mailman. And like every great emotional manipulator, the old man gets in a good jab and then conveniently misses the part where Jack pours his heart out, with a smooth Houdini move out of harm's way and into prime reappear-when-you-least-expect-it position. Kudos, Phillip - executed like a true villain.
Meanwhile, Lennox has second thoughts about offing the president; of course, we can't be sure if his change of heart stems from some internal revelation about the preciousness of human life, or simply because Palmer's actually listening to him again. I'd pose that age-old question about a weasel being able to change his spots, but it's a moot point considering he gets a face full of flashlight from an increasingly bad-ass Reed Pollock. (Chad Lowe, you're kinda rockin' my socks.) And back at CTU, Morris is dealing with "the drill incident" by abandoning his post and making a run to the Qwik-Stop, where the product placement is nothing short of genius: "Altoids - help cover the stench of
your next flying leap off the wagon! Also available in spearmint and wintergreen." Let's just hope his sponsor turns out to be William Devane.
Of course, the last thirty seconds make up the best bite of the whole yumalicious meal. As desperately as I wish that mystery 310 number belonged to one Aaron Pierce, it's an even better jaw-drop than I could have dreamed: the man we love to hate, the one and only Charles Logan. The best part? You just know that wherever Charles goes, Martha can't be far behind.
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