Out where the lightning splits the sea
I could swear there is someone somewhere
Watching me
Through the wind and the chill and the rain
And the storm and the flood
I can feel his approach
Like a fire in my blood
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'till the end of the night
He’s gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
You know whose approach I'm feeling like a fire in my blood?!
AARON PIERCE, THAT'S WHO! WOO HOO! Suddenly America feels a little bit safer. I might have to go eat some apple pie...
...and play some baseball.
Of course, nowadays, more than a bat and ball, you need this to play:
By the way, though everyone thinks Bonnie Taylor penned those "I Need a Hero" lyrics...
...we all know who REALLY wrote that song of lust, desire, and passion:
Same hair, different woman. I mean, after years of being married to this guy...
...what do you expect?
Wow. Great ep!
So, the First Gentleman's life hangs in the balance. He looks pretty bad.
If only he had been wearing his special suit.
I liked the scene where Bill Buchanan offered to protect Prez Taylor on her way to the hospital. He said, "I brought this conspiracy to your attention. I hope I've earned your trust in me...AND my WHITE WIG OF SPECIAL POWERS!"
Country singer? Faith healer? It's hard to tell.
Meanwhile, the day's happenings continue to chip away at Agent Renee Walker's confidence. Here she takes a much-needed breather:
Of course, it doesn't help that she and Jack are potentially sending poor Marika Donoso to her unfortunate death. You know she's wishing she'd listened to her sister and stayed in her last relationship...
...because Samuel/Dubaku is bad news, not only on the global stage, but also in fashion circles.
Cheetah hats are so 1998.
Poor Marika is not only trapped in a bad situation with a psychopathic killer, but she's also headed to Belize to live in Dubaku's country villa.
She better get out of this mess before it's too late and sister Rosa is left under the care of some mean, old nurse.
It was good to see Morris again, sending Chloe off with a kiss and a wave. I suppose toting Prescott around to the grocery and the McDonald's ball pit...
...is WAY better than the last time we saw him.
Let's see: mundane errands with the kids vs. torture by hand-drill. You choose.
And let's not forget the mole...
...revealed to be, not Janeane Garofalo as we first suspected, but that weasel Sean Hillinger.
Yes, he's a mole AND a weasel! A measel, if you will. Here we see the stinky measel's attempt to blend into the seedy underbelly of Los Angeles, posing as an unemployed French actor.
He won't be smiling long, once Jack gets a hold of him.
Speaking of disguises, next episode, Aaron Pierce, with whiny First Daughter Olivia Taylor in tow, decides to take a small detour and surprise his wife, the former First Lady Martha "Brass Ballz" Logan.
Problem is, he has trouble deciding which undercover disguise to use:
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