There's a phone ringing in a hotel suite somewhere. There's also a body on the floor outside the door, with a gun nearby. And another body. And a puddle of gore on the cream carpet. And a smeary red trail leading from that puddle to a hapless Russian dragging himself along the rug, presumably to answer the aforementioned phone. Oh, and there's another dead guy. And yet another: Mikhail Novakovich, flat on his back, nailed to the floor with a fireplace poker (!) through the belly and his head floating in a puddle of blood. I don't know what's worse; that Kiefer just wiped out a Russian Foreign Minister and his entire security detail, or the fact that we didn't get to see it. It's Novakovich's phone that the lone survivor is trying to get to, and when he does, he politely answers, "Yes?" Awesome. Just because you're a victim of an off-screen mass murder doesn't mean you have to abandon the social graces. Jason has to spend a few seconds figuring out who he's talking to before the man explains, "We've been attacked. It was Bauer." He says Novakovich is dead, like everyone else, including himself, practically. Jason asks if Novakovich said anything to Kiefer. "I need an ambulance," the guard whines. Jason tells him to answer the question first. "Nothing," the guard says. "Bauer just came in shooting. But he was bleeding. I think he was wounded by one of the guards." Jason lies that an ambulance is en route and hangs up at 1:56:16. Then he returns to Logan, shoos away the EMTs that have re-settled around him like roosting pigeons, and tells him that Kiefer killed Novakovich and all his men. Well, at least that's one less awkward conversation Logan's going to have to have later. Although I'm looking forward to seeing how Taylor takes this news.

Splitscreen. Logan pulls off the oxygen mask, apparently having just decided to get better. No shit, if he can survive getting knifed by his crazy ex-wife, he can live through a confrontation with Kiefer. Taylor continues staring out her window. Chloe's driving herself somewhere, presumably to the U.N. to supervise her non-existent security force there. Reed is being driven somewhere by the FBI. Cole is en route to Jim's techno-sanctum. And as for Jim himself, he's just poured himself a stiff drink. Apparently when Kiefer told him to start erasing all their connections, Jim decided to start with the synaptic ones. For which I don't entirely blame him.