This week's episode began with Lynn McGill tidying up from that little scuffle of his across the street. You know, the one where his sister's boyfriend jumped him and stole his cash and Very Important CTU Thing That Has Yet To Be Called Upon. Anyway, despite the trickle of blood on his lip and the instant five o'clock shadow the ordeal seemed to have given him, Lynn managed to spiff up well enough that Bill Buchanan didn't seem to even notice his hobbit's disheveled state. Maybe that's because Bill had more pressing things on his mind, like all the increased chatter about the nerve gas containers. I always enjoy when CTU talks about terrorist "chatter." I imagine the terrorists all sitting around sipping tea, eating scones, and gossiping like some 19th century wags in a Jane Austen movie.

Anyway, the bad news of the day was that Erwich (that's the bad guy) had been putting out feelers to various terrorist cells, seeing if they wanted to help deploy all the nerve gas. And if that wasn't bad enough, Erwich now was planning to meet with and receive a microchip from this guy Rossler -- a.k.a. the old guy who the teenage sex slave shot to death last week. Well, Erwich called up, and not knowing what else to do, Jack answered the phone, pretending to be Rossler. He didn't do a very good impression, but it really didn't matter. Basically, all Jack said was "Yeah" (I would have preferred him to say "Yyyyyello!"), and Erwich immediately poured out all the details for their rendez-vous. Now, granted, I'm not a terrorist; so I don't always know the best way to conduct shady dealings, but well, shouldn't Erwich have been a little more prudent with his phone call? I mean, what would have happened had he called the wrong number? He very well could have just given all that information to Domino's. Or some old lady in Pasadena. It's kind of like when people dial the wrong number and leave a message on my answering machine. Are they even paying attention? Can't they tell that I'm not their tennis partner? Nor their doctor? Nor the damn front desk of the Grafton Hotel?? (I get that one a lot.)

Well, because Erwich was all talk and no listen (he needs to work on his communications skills), Jack lucked out. He decided he would pretend to be Rossler, which would work because Erwich was gonna send one of his henchmen to meet him, and the dumb henchman surely had never seen Rossler OR Jack. Seemed like a fun undercover sting, but back at CTU, Audrey was not happy with it. They'll probably kill him, she feared, but alas, she wasn't wearing her Smart Glasses, and therefore was routinely ignored by everyone.