Aww, this is Danny being told (over the phone??) that Rachel is pregnant with Grace. He says he is 60% happy, 30% terrified and 10% discombobulated, and adds that yes, it is a real word. It IS a real word. It was in a Disney film. Think it was The Sword In The Stone. But anyway.
Danny’s interrogating someone for stealing a car and wow, this whole place is drab. Everyone’s wearing grey and the room is DIRE. Even the Pdour looks depressed. It looks weird to see Danny partnered with someone who isn’t McG. He still doesn’t get to drive his own car though. Heh.
Back in the present, we fastforward through events up to and including the overdressed man, and discover that the bomb is in lurrrrve with Danny and if he tries to leave it, it will kill him (he sure knows how to pick those psychos). Danny, obviously, is not thrilled about this development, and holy f/ck Scott Caan is bringing it in this scene. I am SO scared I can hardly breathe, and he looks SO scared that I want to hug him until he can’t breathe either.
McG distracts him by asking about what happened in the warehouse. I, in particular, would rather he hadn’t. This is horrible. It’s all just horrible. We just found out where Grace got her name and that’s horrible too. The bad guys beat the sh/t out of Danny to try and get him to tell them who grassed them up – when he refuses, they shoot Tilwell (and even though we KNEW this was going to happen, it’s still horrible) and Danny calls her Grace and we plunge into the velvet depths of emo-ness. F/cking hell, Show, why isn’t every ep like this? Gracie, this is where you adopt me. Also, do you have a tissue?
Sirens sound in the background, and Danny takes the opportunity to bodyslam the bad guy – while tied to a chair, oh, Danny I love it when you’re a BAMF. Show? More bodyslamming for Danny please. Me, if at all possible. Thank you – and the bad guy ends up with a meat cleaver stuck in his chest and I don’t feel sorry for him ONE BIT.
Back to the present. This bomb was apparently built to make ‘a big mess’. I amaze myself sometimes.
In the past, Danny takes out the bad guys and runs outside to get help from the gazillion sirens going past, but the sirens don’t stop despite Danny’s best efforts and TOTAL desperation. I’m crying now, really properly. The reason there are a gazillion sirens that don’t stop is because they’re headed towards the Twin Towers. It’s September 11, 2001 (technically this makes it ELEVEN years of borrowed time, surely, but I don’t suppose anyone but me is counting). There’s going to be a lot of emo-ness to get out of this scene once it’s had a chance to sink in properly.
Back to the present, and the bomb is an awful lot more complicated than the bomb guy expected, although there’s absolutely zero chance that he’s going to fail because that would mean our heroes being blown to bits, so this scene isn’t so tense as the other one. McG is refusing to leave, even though Danny tells him to not to be a hero (really, Danny should know better by now) because who will look after Grace if Danny gets blown to bits? Apart from her mother and stepfather, that is. Of course, the bomb guy does his amazing thang and then we get the MOST EPIC HUG IN THE HISTORY OF HUGS!!! Alex O’Loughlin has had pretty much NOTHING to do this entire ep while Scott Caan has been been pushing the Emmy committee’s buttons, but he brings an entire ep’s worth of feeeeeels into one damp-eyed three-second shot. Bravo that man!
At the dance, at last! Is this One Direction? I’m too old to know. There’s a lovely sweet moment where Danny tells Grace about the day he found out Rachel was pregnant, and then they dance together and all together now: awwwww!
(New addition to bucket list: dance with Scott Caan.)