24: 2 - 3 a.m.

Previously on 24: Jack’s concern for Chloe’s well being was sweet. Maybe he’ll figure out she’s truly the one for him yet. Palmer takes over from Nervous Nixon who couldn’t find the answers by looking at the ceiling. Buchanan throws a hissy fit at being left out of the loop. Tony’s Barfly Girlfriend calls and Michelle answers. Oops. And Tony thinks rationalising Barfly by saying he’s “living with her but doesn’t love her" makes him sound like some sort of hero? Hmm. The Chinese Consulate is harbouring a freelance terrorist (probably nothing like a freelance writer) and can’t seat CTU in the restaurant for 2-3 hours. That isn’t good enough for Jack who suits up and ticks off the entire country of China. The chef forgot the sweet and sour sauce and the not so friendly waiters open fire. Freelance Lee is hit and wants a presidential guarantee of immunity and safe transport. Must we repeat for these first episoders, talk to Dinah, pal? I’m pretty sure I heard the interpreter say “cowabungi” which I’d guess is the plural of cowabunga. Go! Go! Go! To CTU and bounce Mr Bean, who’s having yet another go around, out of surgery. Just as Audrey figured out she had to get him away from Jack before he suffered the same fate as all others in Bauer Proximity. So close. Wait, epinephrine and the paddles might shock him back to life. Worked for some dude named Kiefer Sutherland in “Flatliners,” right? Nope. This is 24. Sorry, Mr Bean. And sorry Jack, Audrey hates you now. Best line from Chloe: “I hope I’m not some kind of psychopath.” Honey, that’s the best we can hope for. Next up: Hootie and the Blowfish turn out to be responsible for a whole lot more wrong in the world than we ever thought.