In other splitscreen windows, Bazhaev looks disheveled and defeated, not yet aware that his night is only going to get worse. Tarin sits in handcuffs while his guards mill outside the room, and Rob and Taylor look thoughtful, or perhaps just wonder where Ethan is. And then Nick and Kevin leave the bar with a couple of strippers, while Dana watches from across the street in her parked car, gun in hand. Cole continues contemplating the cross, getting his fingerprints all over the chain, while Bazhaev continues contemplating his situation, or rather his woefully incomplete understanding of it.
Kiefer returns to the dining room with a fresh shirt as his cell phone rings. Hastings tells him the rods aren't there. "Say that again," Kiefer says, putting his phone on speaker so Bazhaev can hear this time. "That's impossible," Bazhaev says, sincerely confused. "Did your men go to the right pace?" Kiefer blames Bazhaev, who insists he had two of his men guarding them. "We found their bodies, both shot," says Hastings from Kiefer's phone, so at least everyone's on the same page now. Hastings adds the part about the necklace, "Like someone wanted to send a message," he says, using those analytical powers that brought him to the top spot at CTU. Kiefer asks him to be more specific about the necklace. "A gold cross," Hastings says. Bazhaev doesn't bother to hide his reaction, or to lie to Kiefer when he asks what it means. "Josef," he whispers.