No, Henry, don’t do it. I don’t like the looks of your man Gedge! Go straight to Allison! (right, like the Oval Office is all kinds of safe). But Henry does not listen to me, and they end up at the friend’s penthouse apartment. Henry realizes that it’s Samantha’s place, and when he sees Gedge snap on some plastic gloves, he knows this is not a cleanliness inspection, nor a proctology exam. At the same time, he’s fallen, stricken on the floor. Nasty Gedge spiked his Starbucks with a neuromuscular paralytic agent so Henry is conscious but cannot move. He overhears Gedge telling someone (the Very Nasty Agent Vossler) that it’s time to bring Sam to the penthouse, and stage a murder suicide.
Dammit!
Tensions are escalating back at the FBI office, Moss is dammit-ing all over the place (OK, just once) and Janis and Sean are having a bit of a gossip, Janis conjectures that Moss must have more than a professional concern about Renee’s capture. And speaking of non-professional behavior, Sean – who is married – and Erika (some blonde chippy) are commenting on “last night” and how fun it was. Oops!
There’s no fun in the bright yellow van. Emerson reports that Renee must be killed, and tells Jack he’s the man for the job. They pull into an abandoned construction site. Jack sternly marches Renee to a ditch a distance away (and out of earshot). He gets a chance to whisper that she needs to trust him in order to stay alive, and proceeds to shoot her. Naturally he just grazes her, producing enough blood to look convincing. He then tosses her into the ditch and covers her with a plastic tarp.
He is rather pleased with himself until Emerson tells him and Tony to go back to the ditch and bury Renee. Of course Tony is not surprised to see that Renee is still alive, but there is not much that either can do to help her right then. So, they need to bury the girl to keep their own cover. At least she won’t have to rely on the one inch punch to get out of this fix, provided she does not bleed out before she can escape.
Dammit!
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