Edgar. Can't pick up on sheet.
Tossing salads.
Don't worry about Chloe. It's a little troubling that, you know, CTU can't bring her in. I mean, she'd rather out a covert, legally deceased agent than call into the crack ten-minutes-to-anywhere-in-LA squads that have helped out so much in the past. What a sickie.
CTU's archives from a secure location. Riiight.
Holy crap. Trained killers should know that in L.A., you can drive through any locked gate without recourse.
Everyone should carry smoke grenades.
Wrong side of the chest to stab someone in. High enough to hit ribs/scapula but no benefit of heart puncture.
I. Love. Jack. Bauer.
Now it's Carlos the Jackal and baldie McRogue vs. Jack/Frank/Chloe/Derrick
I love torture.
Put his head up or he'll choke on the blood filling up his stomach.
Awk.
Let's get him to a hospital.
Jack has been studying Medieval bloodletting for treating gunshots. He's a very spiritual man.