Well, Miles’ actions this week made me think immediately back to last week’s perfect line, said to him by Buchanan – “you little ass-kisser!”
Now Bill and Chloe are probably thinking back fondly to the time when a hobbit was in charge at CTU…
If Miles has indeed erased the only copy of the recording, I’m immediately switching channels next week.
I don’t care how stressed out and overtired you are. When your co-workers have been stabbed and killed to get this recording, when the President orders a plane full of innocent people killed to get this recording, the first fecking thing you do is make a copy of the recording.
Nobody’s stupid enough not to copy the damn thing. Nobody.
There are limits to the suspension of my disbelief.
Chloe couldn’t make a copy of it for the same reason Jack couldn’t just send it over their super-cellphone-datalink-network back when he had his hands on it 5 hours ago. It can’t be copied because of (shakes magic 24-ball) a binary protocol matrix.
Or at least, if you take that as an article of faith, your enjoyment of the show will increase greatly.
Anyone else think Miles Slimeball sounds like Hannibal Lecter?
“Miles, what are you doing here?”
“Karen wanted to ask you if the lambs have stopped screaming.”
Or a possible scene from next week:
“A supervisor tried to evaluate me; I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti!”
