To say that this season has been interesting so far is like saying the weather sucks in New England. But I can’t help but feel like we are deep into an alternative dimension here – a world where Jack, although still quick, terse, and always on the side of good, is not quite himself. He has not yet uttered a hearty “Dammit!” yet, instead we’ve heard Renee (more about her in a minute) say it, and in this fifth hour the honor went to Larry “The Boss” Moss.
Renee Walker must be Jack’s twin, right? She’s breaking protocols, not answering her boss’s phone calls, torturing suspects, and getting nice and angry. Although she seems a little too controlled and contained to have Jack’s sort of emotional baggage – she certainly seems to share his investigative methods.
And of course we’ve all picked up on the parallels between Janis and Chloe, the same mix of bossy submissiveness sprinkled liberally with Girl Geek sensibilities. Internet message boards anticipate a Gold/O’Brian showdown. Just imagine!
We last left off in Matobo’s safe room, where he and wife Alama are trying to remain calm, but now Alama realizes that if she’s captured, she’ll be used to get her husband to give up information, names of the Sangalese who are working with him in the hopes of restoring Matobo to power.
When Emerson realizes that the FBI are on their way, he is anxious to get things moving. And here’s where we slip off into that alternate universe – Jack starts to explain that with all the D.C. metro traffic, it’ll be a while before the Feds pop up. Oh sure, that’s all fine and good, but did this traffic algorithm ever apply back in L.A.? Ever?! What is going on here?
Jack prepares a mixture that produces a noxious gas that they introduce into the safe room’s ventilation system. Matobo is ready to succumb and tells Alama to just relax and let it happen. Poor woman though, she can’t bear it and crawls coughing and struggling to open the door.
Meanwhile, on the grounds of Matobo’s house, Renee is skulking around (of course defying Moss’s orders), but is shortly captured by an Emerson goon. Before you can say “Dammit” everyone (the coughing and sputtering Matobos and Renee) is hustled off into a non-descript bright yellow van. Right, tell me what’s wrong there.
And remember poor First Gentleman Henry Taylor, he’s commiserating with his Secret Service pal Gedge, tells him about the meeting with Sam and shows him the thumb drive (Sam’s proof that Roger was murdered). Agent Gedge tells Henry that a friend can help decode the drive. Henry is game and off they go to the friend’s apartment.
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