Over at the restaurant, an EMT is patching up Kiefer's shoulder, saying he'll need to get to the hospital later. Sure he will. What about the knife wound? An NYPD cop hands Kiefer a PDA with Bazhaev's file already uploaded onto it, and says CTU's people are five minutes away. Pulling his shirt back on, but still not buttoning it, Kiefer pages through the file before walking over to where Bazhaev is being attended to by an EMT of his own. Kiefer asks for a moment alone with him, and it's granted. Kiefer assumes casual interrogation pose #13B, sitting on a chair backwards, facing the subject. Without looking at Kiefer, Bazhaev says he knew it. "I should have trusted my instincts and killed you on the spot." Instead of telling Bazhaev that he's hardly the first to make that mistake, Kiefer says, "You can add it to your list of regrets." He adds that CTU has the goods on him. "It's over, you know that right? You're finished. At the very least, we've got you on kidnapping and murder, and that's before CTU rips this place apart and uncovers the rest of your criminal activity." Wait, what murders does Kiefer know about? Does he plan on pinning the deaths he just caused on Bazhaev? That hardly seems sporting. Kiefer says Bazhaev's lucky he's only interested in the fuel rods, and entices Bazhaev with a briefer sentence in exchange for his cooperation in that score. "That offer extends to both of your sons, too," Kiefer says, gratuitously showing off his familiarity with Bazhaev's file. "Josef and Oleg." "Oleg is dead," Bazhaev says flatly, and Kiefer's eyes go strangely human. Bazhaev tells him the whole story, except for the part with Josef's detour to the doctor. "I shot him as if he was just a sick dog. I murdered my own son...for nothing." He actually sobs for a moment while Kiefer looks on with, if not compassion, at least curiosity. Then, with no transition whatsoever, Bazhaev looks up and offers to tell Kiefer where the rods are, in exchange for full immunity for himself and Josef. Kiefer's doubtful, but when Bazhaev shuts down, he offers to see what he can do.

Kiefer steps away to dial his phone, and again gets Chloe at 11:46:22. He tells her he needs to talk to Hastings, but Chloe says he's talking to Taylor. "Even better, see if you can patch me in," Kiefer says. Pretty presumptuous for a guy who's walking around with his shirt open.

We join that call already in progress. Hastings is just telling Taylor that there's no indication that Farhad has the rods yet when an operator cuts in with news that Kiefer wants in on the call. "Put him through," Taylor says, and tells Kiefer he's on with Hastings and her Chief of Staff. Ethan would be on the call too, but apparently the U.N. is fresh out of Ouija boards. "I'm sorry that it's taken this long for us to speak," Taylor says. Kiefer gets it, and says, "Please forgive me for getting straight to the point." He tells her about Bazhaev's offer of info in exchange for immunity. Is that all?" Rob snarks. "Why don't we give him a parade down Broadway too?" Taylor asks if there's another way. Kiefer says that given Bazhaev's twelve years in a Russian labor camp, they probably don't have time to break him. Even with that battery charger in the back? It's all charged up and everything. Taylor asks what Hastings thinks, and Hastings says, "under the circumstances I'll defer to Jack's judgment on this." Kiefer rolls his eyes. He's never happy, is he? Taylor adds that she needs something to bring to Hassan before her peace agreement falls apart. "Make the deal, Jack." Kiefer says Bazhaev wants it in writing, and Taylor says he'll get it. "But in the interest of expediency, put him on the phone with me." Kiefer carries the phone over to Bazhaev and tells him, "The President of the United States wants to talk to you." Bazhaev gives Kiefer a surprised look for the second time this hour.