EPISODE 11
THE FOLLOWING TAKES PLACE BETWEEN 3AM AND 4 AM WESTERN EUROPEAN TIME (9PM TO 10PM CENTRAL DAYLIGHT TIME)
SOUTHAMPTON,
ENGLAND, UK, SOUTHWEST OF LONDON
Jane Saunders and the Donald
Sutherland character sit down on a rusty bench next to the
forlorn-looking pier stretching out into the darkened harbor lit by
floodlights. This former agent's disguise and the fake ID he always
used was that of a retired shipyard worker, but she knew he had other
ones. It really wasn't her job to question him. She was just
supposed to maintain contact with him and give him updates about MI6
and the going-ons in the British and other European intelligence
communities. Besides, she was exhausted after the emergency
investigation MI6 had ordered in the Republic of Ireland, one that
had resulted in nothing, and she had to take another flight from
Dublin to Southampton.
"Yes, my son is an American agent with an agency called CTU, the Counter Terrorist Unit. He was in the Los Angeles office. I haven't talked with him ever since Pakistan. You know that Sheikh Ravids people are still hunting for me. If they found out about my son, they will kill him too. You didn't know until now, Jane?" he asked quietly in a sad voice, the fake British accent fading away into American English.
Jane Saunders
shook her head. "Well I assume he must he in these packages I give
you, Clyde. I've never seen what's in them, or the stuff you send
us. Maybe something useful with your Israeli and Australian friends."
"Jane, I don't know how to tell you this," Clyde said, "But
my son's name is Jack Bauer. Unfortunately you will remember him
from your days in America."
Jane suddenly froze. A feeling of
dread, terror, and finally loathing toward Jack spread through her.
"He, he tried
to kill me…."
"Because your father Stephen, another man I
knew, was going to release the virus all over America. Besides," he
added.
"Besides what?" Jane demanded.
"Jack knew your
father well enough that he knew he would not have to let you die.
He's, he's taken chances with people much closer to him that you.
But, that's another story. First," he said, pointing to a
briefcase, "Remember that gets to Luther in due time. It has
something to do with what is happening in France….and, I know this
is difficult for you, but I would like to see my son again if you can
help arrange that."
LE BOURGET AIRBASE, PARIS
There was chaos with soldiers running in every direction and jeeps driving throughout the facility yard as the French military helicopter landed, Jack getting out. There was a Marine Corps helicopter waiting nearby, as well as a Gulfstream V executive jet owned by the CIA.
The two men
walked away from the loud noises of the airfield as Kim and Angela
followed. They walked into an indoor waiting area as the Gulfstream
prepared for takeoff.
"So what's the plan, Jack?" Chase
asked eagerly.
"I'm not sure yet, but your plan is to get on
that plane."
"Jack, you're kidding," Chase said, not
knowing if Jack was joking.
"No, Chase, it
leaves in five minutes. I got a call from President Heller, and he
wants you on a special assignment. You're on reserve at CTU,
remember?"
"Jack, but I just helped these people survive back
in Paris." Chase suddenly grew angry. "You talked to Novick or
Heller didn't you?"
"Yes, I did," Jack said. "Your
primary responsibility is to my daughter and the daughter you and her
are raising. You think I like what I'm doing? When this is over, I
am resigning from CTU forever and never looking back."
"Oh, Jack,"
Chase said, "How many times have you said that before. Yet
something always drives you back. So you're just asking for me to
walk away from this?" he waved his arms at the military action
around the airfield outside. "We are in the middle of a
crisis!"
"The president does need your help. You will be on
the ground in Houston in 7 hours. You are aware of the Chinese
business deal aren't you? We believe there may be threats to the…"
"My GOD Jack,
you want me to do, like Secret Service…"
"You will be
briefed on the plane."
"This is crap, Jack. What, Heller
couldn't get someone from CTU Houston…."
"No he couldn't.
You will be briefed once you're airborne. And to be honest, Chase,
I don't like you going to Houston either. I had to somehow give you
an alternative to staying in France and Houston happened to come up.
If I had my way you and Angela and Kim will be flying back HOME and
you going back to your company and doing what you promised."
Chase shook his head. "I don't believe this. Talk about being a father, we're, I am too, trying to create a better world for our children so they don't have to grow up looking over their shoulder every time they get on the subway, or wondering which guy at the mall would have a bomb strapped to his chest!"
"That's
ENOUGH, Chase. The President gave you a direct order. This
conversation is over, and with my daughter, you had better keep your
end of the bargain. Jack stormed out and walked back toward the
French helicopter.
"Come on, Chase," Kim said. "My dad
cares about you, and he doesn't want anything to happen to
you."
Chase breathed out deeply. "God, Kim. Get we have a
plane to catch."
A split screen shows Jane Saunders driven along a British motorway toward London, Yaffa Abbas flying on a helicopter with several other terrorists, CTU scenes, and then Jake Francis.
OCEAN AT NIGHT
Carolyn was
waking up now, and they are on a deserted piece of coastline. They
are in a private speedboat and Jake and his terrorists do not know
she is awake now.
"Hey, Jake," Benny said from the back as
they approached the British coast. "We should have killed the girl
a long time ago. Old Frankie won't be too happy with this."
"I
am much closer to him that you think," he replied simply, "Like
always, no worries."
The lights of
the coast were dim as another vessel, a harbor patrol boat, pulled
up.
Carolyn slowly untied herself and pretended to still be
unconscious as Patrick came in.
"Gladys, Jake, she's fine,"
he said. Patrick then brushed his fingers across her face and sniffed
her. "You know, Carolyn, it's a shame Old Frankie probably won't
let you celebrate our day of freedom with us. Quite a shame, really,
such a nice, pure Irish girl." He kissed her. "Just know that we
are doing this for our people."
As Patrick turned and walked toward the door, Carolyn got up, took a lamp, and smashed him in the head, knocking him against a wall. Patrick turned around and Carolyn kicked him in the face, slamming him against some drawers. Carolyn then picked up a metal chair and struck him with it, knocking him out. She could now hear voices near the window, and was about to call out to the harbor patrol boat when she heard the conversation begin.
"Vaughn
Donahue himself," Jake said. "The good, British patrol boat
captain."
Donahue, the harbor patrolman, laughed. "It is easy
to learn an English accent, though hopefully when this is over we can
return to our homeland and I will never have to live and act like our
revolting imperialist enemies again."
"Our united homeland,"
Jake said with a smile and a wicked glint in his blue eyes. "Long
Hail Eire."
"To Ireland."
Jake Francis
watched as the patrol boat with the package he had just delivered
sailed off into the dark night.
Jake and Gladys then went back
into the interior of the pleasure craft. "Benny, steer us to our
docks, will ya?"
The boat turned to the southeast.
"Patrick?"
Jake called out. There was no answer.
"Damn it," Gladys said
in his thick Irish accent.
The two terrorists went through the
door and saw Patrick on the ground, immediately drawing their guns.
"Look everywhere!" Jake ordered, getting on the intercom with
Benny.
CAT HEADQUARTERS, PARIS
The military
chopper took off into the black night after dropping Jack off on the
helipad on top of the CAT headquarters in the La Defence district,
the only area of concentrated skyscrapers in Paris.
Monique
Deverux and several armed agents were waiting.
"I need to speak
with CTU," Jack said. "There have been new development…."
"No,
Agent Bauer," Monique said in a harsh, authoritative tone. "You
are under arrest for abetting known terrorists and conspiracy to
commit murder."
"What?"
"It's no
use, Bauer, its over." Monique sent her knee into Jack's groin,
Jack doubling over in pain. "This is for everything you helped
these people do to my country tonight." She looked straight into
his eyes. "I will look forward to the interrogation. And you know,
your conspirator, Ms. Raines, we have her caught too."
"Audrey
has nothing to do with…"
A CAT agent raised his gun. "No
games, Mr. Bauer," he said, cuffing him. "Let's go."
They brought him
down several floors in an elevator, emerging in a cell block in the
interior of the high-rise building. Jack saw Audrey and looked toward
her.
"Jack!" Audrey shouted. "What the hell is going on?"
Three guards were left to guard the prisoners as Monique and the
others left for the situation room.
"We have Bauer in custody,"
she said to DuJour.
DuJour smiled. "Perfect. I will handle the
interrogations personally."
HOUSTON
Tears streamed
down Suz Novick's face as she rode along with Jason Faulkner
driving, her boyfriend passing over cars on the evening traffic.
There was a sign for the employee parking area at Hobby Airport. The
media was here in full force, including many from foreign countries.
Besides her grief, Suz had a look of determination on her face.
"Suzanne!" an older male voice called as she got out of the
car.
A grey-haired man with glasses wearing a suit with a light
blue tie came forward.
"Senator Yarnal," Suz said, shaking his
hand.
Jason did the
same. "It's a pleasure, sir."
Suz turned to her boyfriend
and whispered in his ear. "I'll handle it from here."
Jason
nodded. "I'm here if you need me."
They kissed and
she went with Yarnal.
"I'm so sorry about your friend," the
Washington state Senator said.
"This is all my father's
fault. If he hadn't put us in this position, having to fight for
our company, this wouldn't have happened."
"I can't
disagree with that," Yarnal said simply. "Your father and
Heller's whole administration is a mistake."
"Damn
straight," Suz said.
UNDISCLOSED
LOCATION, LONDON
Frankie McCourt walks into a dining room in a
London flat overlooking narrow streets with double-decker buses amid
a British rainfall as his secure satellite phone rings.
"Frankie,
it's Donahue, there is a problem."
"What?" Frankie was
outraged. "Vaughn, what do you mean a problem? We have planning for
this day for years."
"Jake Francis
failed to kill the girl. She escaped."
"Dammit, I WARNED Jake
not to take any chances."
"I will kill Jake Francis on your
orders, Frankie," Donahue said from his vessel as it docked in a
British port town in southern England.
"We have more
important to things to worry about now. I will handle Jake. This
means we will have to move up the timetable for our attacks. The
British will have less time to consider our demands." He paused for
a long time and took a shot of his Irish whiskey. "Maybe it isn't
so bad. Are your teams ready for the first wave of attacks?"
"We
have been ready since the day Celtic Cross was born, the day the
English spilled our blood on the soil of our ancestors."
"This
is the spirit that will carry us to our liberation and vengeance,
Vaughn. May the real Games begin."
CAT HEADQUARTERS
DuJour ordered
the guards to open the door to the cell block and walked in. He then
ordered that Jack and Audrey be taken to separate interrogation
rooms, where they can see each other but the rooms were soundproofed.
He saw a female interrogator go into the room. She roughed Audrey
off.
"You're making a mistake," Audrey said. "Jack Bauer
and I have nothing to do with these terrorists."
Suddenely, Jack
and Audrey froze as another man walked through the door into the
corridor separating the two holding rooms. It was THEO STOLLER.
DuJour typed something into a keypad on a computer on the wall,
deactivating the soundproofing so both Audrey and Jack could hear
Stoller, and each other.
"At a loss for words, Mr. Bauer and
Ms. Raines?" DuJour asked.
"You're the
one helping terrorists!" Bauer glared at him, "You had Pierre
killed by Faisal Hassan's thugs."
The guards, Stoller, and
DuJour burst out in laughter. "If you are hoping to get an insanity
plea, it is not working. Stoller here will ensure that you be
secretly be sent to France's version of Gitmo."
Stoller looked
at Jack, then glanced quickly at Audrey.
"It makes perfect
sense, to think of it," Stoller said to everyone. "Jack destroyed
my investigation into Collette Stenger. Collette had dealings with
the Abbas brothers, Faisal, and Abu Jahah. In fact she met regularly
with Abu Jahah in Germany. All these terrorists also happened to be
on that WET list."
DuJour smiled.
"You see, Bauer, the game is up. Why did you help Faisal Hassan and
Mohammed and Yaffa Abbas launch the attacks on this country? We'll
give you some time to think it over."
Stoller walked up to Jack
before he left. "I read your file, Jack Bauer. If you don't talk
quickly, and tell us if the Abbas have any more plans, or who they
are dealing with, I will call China to tell them you are alive. I
promise you, you would rather be in a European prison than a Chinese
one." He slammed the door shut, leaving Jack and Audrey alone with
the interrogators.
Split screens show scenes in both interrogation rooms, Suz Novick, Carolyn swimming toward the shore, and Mohammed Abbas's helicopter flying over the English Channel, and Benny, Jake, and Gladys kicking down doors on the boat searching for Carolyn. We finally go to Frankie McCourt in his flat. He looks down at a map of the Greater London area.
……..4AM.
