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Right now,

terrorists are plotting to assassinate

a presidential candidate.

My wife and daughter are in danger

and people that I work with may be involved in both.

I’m Federal Agent Jack Bauer.

This... is the longest day of my life.

You okay?

Yeah.

Are you all right?

Who’s in this chopper?

Just Jack and his family.

The prisoners are in another transport.

Are you all right?

No, no. My stomach’s been bothering me

for a couple of hours.

Sweetheart, did something happen there?

No, no. It’s probably just from all the stress, honey.

Well, they called ahead.

There’s an ambulance waiting for both of you to take you

to a clinic where a doctor will examine you.

Can’t we stay with you?

No, sweetheart. I’ve got to stay here at CTU.

Jack?

Alberta, this is my wife Teri and my daughter Kim.

Hi. Thanks, Nina.

The ambulance will take them to the clinic.

Good.

You’ll be going with Agent Scott here.

If you need anything, he’ll take care of it.

Jack, what’s going to happen with you?

It’s all right, sweetheart.

They just have to debrief me.

Hey, come here.

Don’t worry, okay?

I’ll call you as soon as I can.

We’ll be doing more than debriefing you, Jack.

I’m afraid I have to place you under house arrest.

You’ll be held here and questioned

until we hand you over to the FBI.

Nina, I want you to watch over Teri and Kim.

Make sure they’re okay.

Green’s got me doing mop-up on the operation.

Get Tony to do it.

Just get over to the clinic, please.

I have to get Green’s approval. Nina, please?

Can you ask them

if I could have some water, please?

Right away, sir.

Alberta, Tony’s finishing the procedures and the mop-up.

I’ve been here since before midnight.

I’d like an hour off, go home, clean up.

Denied.

Come on, Alberta, please?

I’ve been through hell today.

One thing I have a great eye for is B.S.

If you want an hour off, tell me where you’re going.

Jack asked me to look after Teri and Kim.

They’re feeling a little isolated

since he can’t be there.

Now, there’s an irony for you.

You looking after Jack’s wife.

Make sure Tony’s got everything he needs before you leave.

Elizabeth, have we heard from Christopher yet?

Yes, but he only had early projections

and those were from New York and Massachusetts.

Get with me as soon as he has the numbers

from the other states.

I want to know

if the incident at the breakfast is hurting us.

Of course.

This is not what I asked for...

What’s on your mind, Sherry?

You’ve got to go out there today with your best face on.

There can be no talk about Keith,

and no talk about Ferragamo.

Ferragamo’s death was an accident.

I’m not going to talk about Ferragamo.

I’m dropping it.

Really?

I’m being blackmailed.

By who?

By some of the people

that have been financing my campaign.

What do they want?

They’re determined to see me in the White House

and if I don’t do what they want

they say they can build

a first-degree murder case against Keith.

For Lyle Gibson?

No. For Dr. Ferragamo.

Oh, no. No, no, no, no.

Keith was nowhere near Ferragamo’s office today.

According to Carl--

who’s been doing all their dirty work--

someone planted evidence that could implicate Keith

in Ferragamo’s murder.

Oh, no, David, no. Oh, no.

This is what happens when you cover things up.

Don’t preach to me, David, okay?

What are we going to do?

I don’t know yet.

Does Keith know anything? No...

and he’s not going to.

You must be Teri. I’m Dr. Kent.

We’re going to be taking

very good care of you today.

This is your daughter Kim?

Hi. Hi.

We’ve been alerted to your abdominal pain.

I’d like to get an ultrasound right away.

It’s actually not as painful

as it was before.

Well, that’s good.

But we want to make sure we know what it is.

Is there any other discomfort?

Anything specific you want to tell us before we examine you?

No.

Mom?

Mrs. Bauer?

I was raped.

I see.

Okay.

Then we’re going to need to draw blood

and do some tests

and I would like to recommend you

to one of our psychiatrists.

That’s not necessary.

Mrs. Bauer, of course

you can do what you want, but under the circumstances

I think it’s important for you to take a few

minutes and speak to someone.

I’d like to keep this confidential.

The records are private.

Only the doctors directly involved have access.

No, I mean, from my husband.

All right, if that’s what you want to do.

The nurse will be in shortly.

I think we should spend some time

with Senators Blalock and Gleeson pretty soon.

I don’t really feel comfortable aligning myself with those guys.

You’re going to need their states.

Just being seen with them will go a long way.

Okay.

Was there something else you wanted to discuss?

I’m worried this Ferragamo thing

is not going to go away.

Let me handle the Ferragamo situation, Mike.

You just make sure the rest of the day gets back on track.

Did I hear you say something about Dr. Ferragamo?

There was a fire in his office.

I’ll get on this other stuff.

Thanks, Mike. Dad, what are you...?

Keith, I’m sorry.

Dr. Ferragamo died.

When?

About an hour ago.

We just found out.

Wait-wait, I don’t get it.

What kind of fire?

We’re still waiting to hear the details.

Wha-what’s going on?

Are you saying that my psychiatrist--

Dr. Ferragamo was involved in this?

That he told Maureen Kingsley something I said to him

during a session?

Is that how this whole story about Lyle Gibson started?

Seems that way.

But he died in a fire an hour ago?

It was an accident.

No, no, I don’t believe this.

Keith, look...

We have to let it go right now.

Let it go?

No, no, you mean cover it up.

There’s nothing to cover up.

Sure there is.

Somebody didn’t want him to talk about this

because it’ll hurt your campaign.

What would you like me to do?

Go to the police.

I can’t. I don’t get it, Dad.

What was all the stuff you were saying before

about trusting the system?

I do trust the system.

Yeah, when my hind parts are on the line.

But when it comes to your campaign...

My campaign’s been on the line

ever since you lied to me

about Lyle Gibson.

I don’t understand.

You’ve been on me

all night to keep quiet about Gibson’s death.

Yeah, well, this isn’t about Lyle Gibson anymore, is it?

Look, I might have been involved in Gibson’s death

but somebody murdered Dr. Ferragamo

and they have to pay.

Keith...

: He meant something to me.

That’s right.