8:00 AM to 9:00 AM

Previously on 24

ROGER TAYLOR

A shadowy assassin kills Roger in his office and makes it look like a suicide

HENRY TAYLOR

Henry tells his wife that Roger's dead; Henry tells Aaron Pierce, the only person that he really trusts, to investigate Roger's death

JACK BAUER

Jack is about to head to Capitol Hill for his testimony in front of a Senate subcommittee when a team of assassins attempt to kill him. A brief car chase leads to the deaths of all 4 assassins. Jack calls Bill and tells him to leave Washington and asks him to call Chloe.

CHLOE O'BRIAN

Bill calls Chloe at her house and tells her to meet Jack in Georgetown. Chloe leaves her infant son Edgar with Morris as she heads out

SENATOR PAUL ANDERSON

The senator answers a few questions regarding CTU to the media on Capitol Hill. Seconds later, he's fatally shot in the neck.

The Following Takes Place Between 8 AM and 9 AM

//The FBI team is still at the scene of Roger Taylor's death, collecting evidence/

RENEE WALKER [on cell phone: "I understand. We'll be over there right away."

//Renee puts away her cell phone and approaches her partner, LARRY MOSS//

RENEE: "Larry…they need us over at Capitol Hill right away. Senator Paul Anderson has been shot. He's…he's dead."

LARRY: "Oh, my God."

RENEE: "Get your stuff ready. We're headed out in ten."

//Secret Service Agent AARON PIERCE sees the FBI team getting its stuff ready to leave//

AARON [to Renee: "Ma'am…is your investigation over now?"

RENEE: "Not exactly, but our resources are needed elsewhere right now. You're welcome to conduct whatever investigation you need at the scene. Just send all of your results over to us when you're done. Understand?"

AARON: "Yes, ma'am. Thank you."

//Aaron motions the rest of his Secret Service team to enter Roger's office//

AARON [to Larry: "Excuse me, sir…have you taken a look at Mr. Taylor's laptop yet?" [points laptop on bookshelf

LARRY MOSS: "Afraid not. Look…if you can do us a favor and send the laptop's hard drive over to our headquarters for analysis. When it's ready, give us a call and ask for Agent Janis Gold. She'll do the rest of the work for you. We have to go, so…appreciate the help."

AARON: "Sure. No problem."

//The President's Chief of Staff ETHAN KANIN enters the Oval Office//

ETHAN [to President: "Madame President…you need to take a look at this."

//Ethan turns on a flat-screen TV in the Oval Office. The TV shows a live shot from Capitol Hill as medical teams tend to the Senator's body//

NEWS ANCHOR: "…no word yet on how bad the senator has been shot as we're still getting the details from Capitol Hill…"

PRESIDENT ALLISON TAYLOR: "Oh, my God. Anderson. When did this happen?"

ETHAN: "Less than ten minutes ago."

TAYLOR [stands up, stares at the TV screen: "I do not believe this."

ETHAN: "The FBI is moving its lead investigation team to Capitol Hill right now."

TAYLOR: "What about the investigation with Roger? What have they found on that so far?"

ETHAN: "I haven't heard any details yet. The Director told me that they've temporarily deferred the investigation over to Secret Service, who just arrived at the scene."

TAYLOR [sighs: "Oh, God. I have a feeling this is gonna be another one of those days, Ethan…"

8:09:22…8:09:23…8:09:24

8:14:05…8:14:06…8:14:07

//CHLOE O'BRIAN parks her car, a Toyota Prius, across from a Starbucks on Wisconsin Avenue in Georgetown. She hesitates for a moment, and then decides to reach inside her glove compartment to retrieve a loaded pistol. She hides it in her purse, grabs her laptop, and exits her vehicle. She casually walks across the street and enters the Starbucks. She scans the restaurant, but JACK BAUER is not there yet. She's about to leave when someone says…//

JACK: "Hey!"

//Chloe turns around and sees Jack, in a dress shirt with a loosened tie and rolled-up sleeves hiding behind a copy of The Washington Post (headline of the Post reads: Former CTU Employees to Testify on Hill Today) at a table for two in the corner of the coffee shop, away from all the windows. Chloe slowly walks over to the table//

JACK: "Thanks for coming to see me, Chloe."

CHLOE: "Jack! What's going on? Are the Chinese still after you?"

JACK: "No. No, I don't think it's the Chinese."

CHLOE: "Then who could it be? I thought you didn't have any enemies now since you've been in Africa finding a cure for AIDS and everything. Who would want to kill you? It can't be your dad, right? Last I checked, he's six feet under…isn't he?"

JACK: "Yeah. Right. Look, I don't know who's behind this yet, but I'm pretty sure it has something to do with today's Senate hearing—"

CHLOE: "Oh, yeah. Now that you mention it…they were saying on the radio that some senator was shot and killed this morning on Capitol Hill."

JACK: "What?"

CHLOE: "Yeah. Freaky, isn't it? Do you know a Senator named Paul Anderson?"

JACK: "Oh, my God. Paul Anderson is the head of the Senate Intelligence Subcommittee that was supposed to preside over the CTU hearings. That has to be connected somehow to this…"

CHLOE: "Wow. I guess somebody must have pissed someone of real bad, huh?"

JACK: "Yeah. All right, Chloe…I was able to get a license plate number off the assassins' vehicle. I was wondering if you can track that to its registered owner."

CHLOE: "Well…what do you want me to do?"

JACK: "Hack into the Virginia Motor Vehicles database. That's all."

CHLOE: "Then why can't you just head over there and ask them for their records?"

JACK: "Dammit, Chloe…we don't have time! Please. Just do this for me."

CHLOE: "Okay, but I'll have to set up a secure socket first [prepares laptop."

JACK: "How long will that take?"

CHLOE: "Ten, maybe fifteen minutes…"

JACK: "I need you to do it in five. I don't want to stay here too long…we're too exposed."

CHLOE [sighs: "Fine."

//Scene shifts to an office building somewhere in the Washington vicinity. About seven or eight executives are meeting with a group of lobbyists. The executives are wearing Bluetooth style headset phones. The lead executive, RON JACKSON, a black, bearded, middle-aged man, is talking with one of the lobbyists.//

RON: "I don't like her. I don't like her at all. I think she's too weak on foreign policy, especially in regards to the Middle East. She can talk the talk, but she can't walk the walk. At least Daniels was willing to take a few risks. Unfortunately none of those risks led to an opportunity that we could exploit."

LOBBYIST #1: "So what are you suggesting, Ron? That we orchestrate another brilliant conspiracy to plant WMDs in Central Asia again?"

RON: "When did I say that, Steve? That entire operation was a colossal mistake. We never should have affiliated ourselves with Philip Bauer's company. For God's sake, it almost landed our asses in prison! And I worked damn hard to erase all of our ties to BXJ…I'm not willing to try anything like that again."

LOBBYIST #1: "Well…I don't suppose you have a better idea."

RON: "As a matter of fact…I do. [his Bluetooth phone rings Excuse me for a second, I have a call coming in. [activates Bluetooth This is Jackson. [pauses to listen You've got be kidding me. [sighs When did this happen[listens Damn it. All right, keep me updated."

//Ron shakes his head in disbelief as he disactivates the Bluetooth//

RON: "Gentlemen…Paul Anderson is dead."

//A low murmur spreads among the Bluetooth Gang//

RON: "He was shot this morning on Capitol Hill. They say it might have been a sniper."

EXECUTIVE #1: "W-w-what do we do?"

RON: "Tell Cameron to shred all the financial documents we still have that's older than five years. That includes bank statements, balance sheets, income statements, transaction logs…EVERYTHING."

EXECUTIVE #1: "Yes, sir. [uses Bluetooth to dial a number"

RON [takes deep breath: "Anyway…as I was saying…I do have a better idea. And today, I am going to present it to all of you." [presses PA on desk "Could you bring me the briefcase, please?"

//Ron's assistant enters the office with a briefcase//

RON: "Thank you, Pat. Ladies and gentlemen…I present to you…"

//Ron deactives the locks on the briefcase and opens it. The briefcase is empty except for a plastic device with some wires//

RON: "What the hell is this?"

//Suddenly there's a loud whirring noise and Ron realizes what's in the briefcase. But it's too late. An outside shot of the office building shows a fiery explosion rocking the fifth floor, as debris flies everywhere and cascades down to the busy city streets//

8:25:44…8:25:45…8:25:46

8:30:52…8:30:53…8:30:54

//Secret Service are still occupying Roger's office. Agent Sanchez is transferring the hard drive over to the FBI//

AARON: "So have you found anything suspicious in the hard drive, Carlos?"

SANCHEZ: "I don't know, none that I can see…but there are a few decrypted folders in here. There's over a gigabyte of information in there."

AARON[cell phone rings "Make sure FBI gets everything on that hard drive. Including the decrypted folders."

SANCHEZ: "Yes, sir."

AARON [answers phone: "This is Pierce."

HENRY: "Aaron…it's Henry Taylor. I was wondering what progress you've made over there with your investigation."

AARON: "Not much…we found a laptop with some decrypted folders…we're sending that over to the FBI right now for analysis. And they already took all the relevant evidence back to their headquarters…except for the laptop, of course."

HENRY: "Hmm. Well, I just talked with the FBI and they're starting to rule out a homicide. What is your assessment, Aaron?"

AARON: "I haven't gained enough access to evidence to make an assessment yet, Mr. Taylor. I'm sorry. But if you don't mind me asking, sir…do you happen to know where Roger was either early this morning or late last night?"

HENRY: "This morning…I don't know. But I do know he had dinner at some restaurant with his ex-girlfriend last night. He didn't tell me much but I heard they were thinking about getting back together."

AARON: "His ex-girlfriend?"

HENRY: "Yes. Samantha Hamilton."

AARON: "Where might we be able to find her right now?"

HENRY: "I would assume she's at home right now in Bethesda."

AARON: "I see. Well, thank you, Mr. Taylor. I would imagine that we should probably be paying her a visit soon…"

//Scene shifts to FBI Headquarters. Technical analyst JANIS GOLD is at her computer analyzing the decrypted files sent to her from Secret Service. Her colleague SEAN HILLINGER approaches her//

SEAN: "Hey, Janis. You better take a look at this."

JANIS: "Uh…can't you see I'm busy right now? I just got some decrypted gobbledygook from Secret Service and I'm trying to work on that right now…"

SEAN: "Yeah, but you have to take a look at this."

JANIS: "What could possibly be more important than the investigation of Roger Taylor's death?"

SEAN: "Good question."

JANIS: "Well? Are you going to tell me, or are you going to waste more of my time, kid?"

SEAN: "Okay, here's what happened. A bunch of executives representing several big name defense companies and weapons manufacturers, in addition to several defense lobbyists, were killed in an explosion less than ten minutes ago at an office building in Arlington, Virginia."

JANIS: "What kind of explosion? Was it a gas explosion or—"

SEAN: "No. Investigators at the scene say it was some kind of plastic explosive. There were no survivors…they've found the body of at least nine victims."

JANIS [shakes her head in disbelief: "What the hell is going on today?!!!"

SEAN: "Oh, but there's more. I don't know if there's a connection here…but about an hour ago, there was another explosion on the east side near RFK Stadium. They're saying it might have been a car bomb…definitely foul play involved. And there are at least five reported homicides overnight in the suburbs too…most of them, the local authorities say…may have been done by professionals. I don't know if there's a connection or not, but here…I've compiled a list of the names of all the victims. I was hoping you could do a few cross-references and come up with something."

JANIS [sighs exasperatedly: "What the hell do you expect me to do, Sean? I have to work on this decryption—"

SEAN: "Don't worry about that stuff. Just send 'em over to my station."

JANIS [snorts: "Give me a break. How long is it gonna take you to get all that analyzed, kid?"

SEAN: "I don't know. Give me an hour. Tops."

JANIS [rolls eyes: "Well, I can get it done in twenty. Tops."

SEAN: "Yeah, but this is a priority. That isn't. I'm willing to bet Roger Taylor just had some kind of existential meltdown and decided to have some cyanide pills as part of his complete breakfast this morning."

JANIS: "Very mature comment, Sean. [gives him the memory stick Get working on this."

SEAN [smiles: "Yes, ma'am." [leaves

//Janis takes a look at the list of names and types something into her computer//

//Scene shifts to the Starbucks. Jack is still there with Chloe//

JACK: "Dammit, Chloe…this is taking too long!"

CHLOE: "I'm doing this is as fast as I can!"

//Chloe types something into her laptop//

CHLOE: "Okay…that should tell us who it's registered to."

//Zoom in the screen. The screen is blank//

CHLOE: "Whoa. That's weird. Apparently it's not in the DMV's records."

JACK: "Are you sure?"

CHLOE: "Yeah. It's not there."

JACK: "Damn it[looks around Okay, Chloe. Thanks for your help."

CHLOE: "What are you going to do, Jack?"

JACK: "I don't know yet…but we need to get out of here. We've been here too long. Let's go."

//Chloe gets her laptop and follows Jack out of the coffee shop. Jack scans the area to make sure it's safe//

JACK: "Okay. Go."

//Chloe heads to her car. Jack looks around and sees a motorcyclist parked 200 meters behind Chloe watching her closely. The motorcyclist waits as Chloe pulls out from her spot. Chloe drives away. Seconds later…the motorcyclist also pulls into the traffic//

JACK [mutters: "Son of a bich."

//Jack enters his banged up Toyota Avalon and drives off, staying on the motorcyclist's tail//

8:41:19…8:41:20…8:41:21

8:45:32…8:45:33…8:45:34

//Renee Walker is on the steps of Capitol Hill at the scene of the senator's murder. Bloodstains cover the white steps leading to the Capitol Building. Larry Moss is taking pictures of the crime scene. Renee is talking with one of the eyewitnesses//

EYEWITNESS: "…next thing I know, I hear---BANG! I look around, and suddenly the senator falls and starts bleeding out of his neck."

RENEE [cell phone rings: "I see. Well, thanks for talking with us, Ms. Leonard. Excuse me for a moment." [answers phone "Walker."

JANIS: "Hey…Renee, it's Janis. Sean just asked me to analyze some of the names of the victims of several potential homicides that happened in the past 24 hours in the Washington area…and I found a connection between all of them."

RENEE: "What is it?"

JANIS: "About half of them were indicted three years ago in connection to BXJ, the defense company who helped orchestrate the assassination of David Palmer and the supplying of Sentox nerve gas to terrorists. They were acquitted. The other half of the victims were suspected of some kind of affiliation with either BXJ or its affiliate, Omicron International, in the years leading to the Sentox nerve gas attack in L.A. five years ago…"

RENEE: "BXJ…the company headed by Philip Bauer?"

JANIS: "Jack Bauer's father? Yes. I believe so."

RENEE: "Jack Bauer's father. Hmm…so Jack Bauer is back on US soil for the first time in two years. And on the same day that he's here, people from his dad's former company start dropping like flies…and the senator who's supposed to be presiding over his hearing is assassinated. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

JANIS: "We need to bring Bauer in."

RENEE: "Bingo. Send out a bulletin to all local and federal law enforcement agencies. We need to find Bauer…NOW."

//The motorcyclist tracks Chloe back to her house. Chloe gets out of her car and enters the house. The motorcyclist gets off his bike and takes out a silenced pistol. He prepares to enter the house, but suddenly someone emerges out the front door. The motorcyclist hides behind some bushes. MORRIS O'BRIAN starts walking to his car with his briefcase. Suddenly the motorcyclist emerges from the bushes and points the pistol at Morris//

MOTORCYCLIST: "Don't move. And don't say a word. Just answer my questions with by nodding or shaking your head. Is your wife inside the house?"

//Morris hesitates//

MOTORCYCLIST: "Answer my question, damn it! Is your wife inside the house?!!!"

//Morris nods//

MOTORCYCLIST: "Good. I'm sorry…but I have to do this."

//The motorcyclist curls his finger around the trigger. Suddenly, a loud gunshot rings through the air, as someone shoots the motorcyclist in the neck. Chloe emerges from inside the house, with her pistol in her hands//

CHLOE: "Morris? You okay?"

MORRIS [gasps for breath: "Oh, bloody hell…he scared the bejesus out of me…"

//All of a sudden Jack sprints into the driveway//

JACK: "Chloe! Stay away from him!"

MORRIS: "Jack? Oh, dear…this day is getting more bizarre by the second…"

JACK[tries to feel motorcyclist's pulse "Damn it. He's dead."

//Jack removes the motorcyclist's helmet//

CHLOE: "You recognize him?"

JACK: "No. [searches motorcyclist's body, finds a wallet I've got his wallet." [searches wallet "Okay, we have something."

CHLOE: "What is it?"

JACK: "Business card for a man named Gabriel Schechter. Office is right here in Alexandria. [looks up at Chloe and Morris I can't tell you how sorry I am I brought you guys into this."

CHLOE: "It's okay, Jack. I knew what was at stake."

JACK: "I'm going to tell you guys the same thing I told Bill. Get out of Washington. Get as far away from here as you can. It's too dangerous to be around here today. I'm going to get to the bottom of this, and once I do, I'll tell you when it's safe. You're going to have trust me, all right?"

CHLOE: "Okay."

JACK[squeezes Chloe's shoulder "You guys take care."

//Jack leaves//

MORRIS: "Oh, boy. There he goes again. So…how many people do you think he's gonna kill today?"

CHLOE: "Uh…I don't know. As many as he feels like, I guess."

8:51:12…8:51:13…8:51:14

8:55:20…8:55:21…8:55:22

//Jack enters a red-brick office building and climbs the stairs to the 2nd floor. A sign on the door of an office confirms that it's Gabriel Schechter's office. Jack enters the room. The receptionist is out, and the office waiting room is empty. Schechter's door is closed. Jack removes his gun from his holster and kicks open Schechter's office door. GABRIEL SCHECHTER, a 40-year old man dressed in a shirt and tie, is on the phone with someone in his office//

SCHECHTER: "…yes, the shipments should reach Istanbul by next week—WHOA! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!!"

JACK[points gun at Schechter "Put down the phone. Now."

//Schechter replaces the receiver//

SCHECHTER: "Bauer."

JACK: "I'm going to ask you a few questions, Mr. Schechter. If you cooperate, this will be relatively painless. But if you don't…I don't have to tell you what's going to happen."

SCHECHTER: "I have nothing to tell you, Mr. Bauer. Just put down your weapon. Perhaps I can lead you to someone who can."

//Jack puts down his weapon//

JACK: "You're not making this any easier for yourself. [loosens his tie and stretches it in his hands"

SCHECHTER[trembling "What are you going to do to me?"

//Jack starts walking behind Schechter//

JACK: "This."

//Jack wraps his tie around Schechter's neck and starts tightening it. Schechter begins to struggle but Jack keeps him down//

SPLIT SCREENS

Jack strangling Schechter

Aaron and his team preparing to head out to find Samantha

Sean and Janis working at FBI, with Jack Bauer's face on all of its monitors

Morris driving somewhere as Chloe holds Edgar in her arms

//Jack briefly loosens the noose//

JACK: "Why did you send them to kill me?"

SCHECHTER[raspy voice "No…I didn't. I didn't send anyone to kill you. All I did…I'm an arms dealer…I just supplied them with the weapons…that's all. I swear!"

JACK: "Supplied who?"

SCHECHTER: "The assassins. My client was launching some kind of secret operation today and he had a whole list of people he wanted killed…today. It required a lot of manpower, and a lot of guns and explosives. I was the only person that he trusted to supply his assassins with the weapons."

JACK: "Who is your client?"

SCHECHTER: "I…I don't know!"

JACK: "Stop lying to me! WHO IS YOUR CLIENT?!!!!!"

SCHECHTER: "You know how the business works! We never use names! I don't know, I swear—"

//Jack tightens the noose//

SCHECHTER [faintly: "…stop…I….tell…you…"

JACK: "For the last time…before I kill you. Who is your client?"

SCHECHTER[catches his breath "He goes by the name of Andrew Gellar. But you may know him better as…Tony Almeida."

//Jack's facial expression shows nothing except complete and genuine shock//

8:59:57…8:59:58…8:59:59

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