Smash Cut: Digital Time Reading 9:09 PM.   Tick.  Tick.  Tick. Tick.

Camera shot: JACK standing outside door to the church’s mens’ room, pounding on door.

JACK BAUER: What were the Young Women driving?

BROTHER YOUNG: A minivan.

JACK BAUER: Color?

BROTHER YOUNG: Silver.

JACK BAUER: Model?

BROTHER YOUNG: I don’t know.

JACK BAUER (Dials cellphone): That’s just great. 

Smash Cut: CHLOE O’BRIAN sitting in front of computer at CTU.

CHLOE (Speaking into headset): O’Brian, CTU.

JACK BAUER: Chloe, it’s Jack.  I have no time to explain.  I need you to pull all the satellite data for Davis County.  I’m looking for a silver minivan. Teri and Kim will be in it.

CHLOE: I’ve got the images now.  Geesh, Jack.  That’s impossible.   There are like millions of them just in your neighborhood.

JACK: I know it’s a lot to ask, but my wife’s and daughter’s lives are at stake.

CHLOE: Alright.  Maybe if I program an auto-recognition subroutine and route it straight into the trunk line and then parse it into the super-sub-aquanet.

JACK: Just make it happen.  Call me as soon as you have anything.

CHLOE: Will do, Jack.  (mumbling) I love you.

JACK: What was that?

CHLOE: I said, ‘I’ll call you.’

JACK (hangs up cellphone and resumes pounding on men’s’ room door): Hurry up, we don’t have much time!

BROTHER YOUNG (from inside the restroom): It’s your fault I’m in here.  You scared the crap out of me, Jack.

JACK: Just make it quick!

(Toilet flushes, water runs and BROTHER YOUNG exits rest room)

JACK: I heard voices.  Who were you talking to in there?

BROTHER YOUNG: Just letting my wife know I’m going to be late.  Wouldn’t want her to think I was being kidnapped or anything.

JACK (Scowling at BROTHER YOUNG):  Save your jokes until after my wife and daughter are safe.  Let me bring you up to speed.  I’ve called each member of the Young Women’s Presidency, and none is answering.  It’s like they were expecting me.  Or someone’s shut down their communications.  Either way, it would have to be someone who knew their itinerary.  It looks like an inside job.

BROTHER YOUNG: Just check with Sister Nelson.  She couldn’t go tonight because she’s been sick.

JACK: You say she’s been sick, huh?  I think we’ve found our mole.  She didn’t answer her cell, so let’s catch her at home.  Get in the car.

BROTHER YOUNG: It’s a beautiful night.  Let’s just walk.

JACK: I said get in the car.  I’ll drive.

(Car pulls out of church parking lot, drives half a block down the street and parks in Sister Nelson’s driveway.  JACK rushes up to the house and pounds on the door).

JACK: Open up!  (Dials cellphone) 

Smash Cut: TONY ALMEDA sitting in front of computer at CTU.

TONY: (Speaking into headset): Hey, Jack.

JACK: I don’t have time to explain.  I need an interrogation profile worked up for a Sister Nelson. 

TONY:  I can’t do much without a first name, Jack.

JACK: I don’t know her first name.  I don’t think any of these nut jobs even have first names.  They’re all Brother so-and-so or Sister somebody. 

TONY: I can’t work with just a last name.

JACK: I know.  I know.  Hold on a second. (pounding on door again) Open up!

(No response). 

JACK: I’m going in. (quickly picks lock.  Draws gun and makes his way into the house.  To BROTHER YOUNG): Follow me, but stay back.

BROTHER YOUNG: Are you sure we should be doing this?

JACK: Just shut up and follow me.

(He quickly makes it through the apparently empty house and finds his way into the master bedroom.  He switches on the bedroom lights).

SISTER NELSON, Second Counselor in the Young Women’s Presidency is laying in bed half asleep.  (groggily): Bishop?  What are you doing here? Is everything alright?

JACK:  (holds up his phone and takes SISTER NELSON’S photo.) Tony, I’m sending you her photo.  Run it through the face recognition software.  And hurry.  I’ll need the profile before the end of the commercial break. (Hangs up phone.  Then to SISTER NELSON): Well, Sister.  What shall we talk about.

Smash Cut: Digital Time Reading 9:13:37 PM.   Tick.  Tick.  Tick. Tick.