24

Previously on 24.

Alan Milliken's prescription bottle turned up with Sherry's fingerprints on it.

I can call Foxton. He can make this all disappear.

All you have to do is give me the okay.

- David put you up to this, didn't he? - Sherry, I--

The police think I killed Alan. Well, I told you to keep your mouth shut.

It's nobody's fault but your own.

- - Oh, my God! Sherry!

No!

You committed treason.

You facilitated the escape of a man who was responsible...

for the death of Ryan Chappelle and almost a thousand civilians.

With luck, the best you can hope for is 20 years.

Tell me how to find your couriers, or I am gonna put your daughter in that building.

You wouldn't dare. She has nothing to do with this!

- Neither do the people in those body bags! - Dad, stop them! No!

When your daughter's infected, I'm gonna make you watch her die.

- Dad, stop them! - Stephen, you're out of time!

Stop! Stop! I'll tell you!

Where's the 11th vial? Los Angeles.

What's the target?

His instructions were to select a public place

where maximum casualties would be inflicted.

Target has stopped moving. The target has stopped.

Drop the bag! Get on the ground, now! Don't move!

- What's goin' on? - Where is it?

Where's what? Where is it?

- Chase! - - What are you guys doin'?

What's goin' on? Jack, I got a signal.

Wh-What are you lookin' for?

It's just a transmitter. He's put it on an innocent. This man is not Rabens.

Shut the station down now!

The following takes place between 12:00 p.m. and 1:00 p.m.

This is Dessler.

Michelle, it's Jack. We just lost Rabens.

He dumped the G.P.S. beacon onto an innocent.

He still has the virus? We have to assume so. We're sweeping the station now.

We've locked down the entire building.

We're gonna start moving passengers through monitored checkpoints.

How will you find Rabens? We still don't have a sketch.

We need Saunders to make an I.D. Move him over from Holding to Chloe's station.

We're setting up a live feed. Okay. We'll be ready on our end.

Michelle, Gael Ortega's wife, Theresa, is here.

All right, Jesse. Send her in.

According to Chloe's statement,

you were working in parallel to bring down Saunders,

even while you were complying with his demands.

Yeah. That's right. I, uh--

I gave Chloe a recording of a conversation between Saunders and myself--

Chloe also said you intentionally scrambled the voice...

to slow down her progress.

Tony, did you put Michelle's life...

ahead of public safety or national security?

Yes.

I did.

He said he was exposed to a virus.

Yeah, that's right.

Did he suffer?

No. No, he went quickly.

Gael.

He was a hero.

He tried to stop the virus from being released, and when it was,

he just kept working...

till the end.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Can I pick up his things?

Of course.

I'll go see what I can do. Okay.

Wait here.

- Kim. - Yes, Michelle.

That's Mrs. Ortega, Gael's wife.

I need you to take her to his station to pick up his personal belongings.

Sure. Thank you.

Sit him down.

- - Hello.

Kim, I need you. Saunders is here to I.D. Rabens.

Well, I'm with Mrs. Ortega.

Michelle said I could reassign anyone I wanted to help me, and I want you.

So please don't make me ask again.

Um, fine. I'll get Barry to watch her.

Barry. Yeah.

Please watch Mrs. Ortega while she gathers Gael's things.

Sure. Take as much time as you need.

Thanks.

Excuse me, Barry. Can I get a signature?

Oh, sure.

Thanks.

Anything else for me? No, that's it.

Sir, could you step up to the line.

Right here.

Chin up, please, sir.

Look at the camera. Chin up.

Move in closer on 2-A.

Yeah, Jack. It's me.

Any matches, Michelle? No. Nothing yet.

How far have you gotten? So far we've gone through the first two sets of photos.

Next group is uploading now. Stand by.

It's not him.

Is there anything on this page? Try 3-B, closer up.

No. That's not him.

No.

Chin up, please.

No. Do we have a match?

- That's a negative, Jack. - I don't see him anywhere.

Okay, next. Yeah.

Turn to the front.

Head up, sir.

Bring up 5-B. No.

Are you sure? He's not here.

All right. Bring up the next page.

What about this one? No?

- Theresa, no! -

He killed Gael! Don't you understand?

I need medical! Michelle, what's going on over there?

Saunders has been shot. What are you talking about?

- Who shot him? - Gael's wife. Hold on, Jack.

I need medical here now!

Michelle, what is his condition? Looks critical.

You do everything you can to keep him alive.

He's our only connection to Rabens.

Chase. Yeah.

He killed my husband!

Jack. Talk to me.

- He didn't make it. - Son of a bitch.

We'll get back to you. Saunders has just been shot.

He's dead.

Don't move, ma'am. Don't move!

I didn't-- He did kill--

He killed...

my husband.

[ Man On P.A. ] Red Line service is

experiencing significant delays at this time.

Between the information we've gotten from the captured couriers...

and our own intelligence, we've been able to confirm that Saunders...

was the sole architect of today's actions.

If we catch this last man,

Arthur Rabens, that'll be the end of the threat.

And if not, we're back to square one, and the virus is back on the market.

Find him.

Hello, Wayne.

Joseph, could you, uh, give us a minute?

Thank you, Joseph. Mr. President.

Well, did you get the prescription bottle from Sherry's house?

Yeah.

Well, that's good.

David.

David, something horrible happened and I don't--

Sherry's dead.

What?

How?

Julia-- She came in, and she-- she killed her.

Then she turned the gun on herself.

They're both dead? Yeah.

Listen. I'm not gonna try to pretend that we can just put this behind us,

but the fact is--

the fact is that politically we're free of everything--

free of Milliken's extortion, his death, free of Sherry's involvement.

You're thinking of the politics of this?

The mother of my children has just been murdered.

And the woman that I loved just killed herself in front of me.

I understand how you feel.

There's a story here, David. There's a story that can tie this all together.

Alan Milliken was having an affair with Sherry.

Julia found out, and then she killed them both.

No. No. No. I don't wanna hear it.

Your emotions are clouding-- No!

David, please just listen to me.

Leave me alone.

David, please.

Jeannie?

Yes, Mr. President?

Would you get my son and my daughter on a conference line.

We're gonna separate the crowd into units of 10.

I want an officer assigned to each unit.

That officer's gonna be responsible to make sure no one leaves that unit...

unless authorized by me or another C.T.U. agent. I understand.

Search every passenger-- every briefcase, purse,

pocket-- then verify their identification.

- We'll be here all day. - Not if we find them.

Yes, sir.

I want you to initiate another search of the station,

including the tracks a mile in each direction.

Thank you. Yes, sir.

Jack. We're locked down.

We got two men at every exit.

Good.

Is there anything else we can do right now?

No. Not until we get an I.D. on Rabens.

Jack, listen. About Mexico--

I hope you know I understand you were just doing your job.

Look. It took me a long time to understand...

that if you want to do this job well, you have to stay detached.

If you can accept that, you'll be fine.

Yeah. Well, I have accepted it.

That's why I'm thinking after today, I'm done.

I don't want to be detached, Jack.

Not from Kim, not from my daughter.

I'm gonna request a transfer to the floor.

Are you sure about this?