Episode Report Card Erin: C- | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Stow it, Sydney
By Erin | Season 4 | Episode 7 | Aired on 02.15.2005
So, whatever, Syd bitches and smacks some more about how much Sloane sucks and Nadia's just like, shut up, he's my father, and Syd's like, I don't give a damn, the man's evil, and Nadia's like, I KNOW WHAT THE DUDE'S DONE, OKAY? I read the files. I know about Danny. I know about Francie. I KNOW ALL THAT. Now, how about you take about seven chill pills and SHUT THE HELL UP? Syd's all, oh, and you knew all that and you still let that viper into my home? Nadia blah blahs something about reconciling the past and Syd looks properly shamed and then we mercifully move on to the Apple Store.
Conference Room of Endless Expositions. Everyone's discussing black thorine and how it's a breakthrough in explosives. Primarily, it's odorless and undetectable and a little goes a long way. So, in short, a drop of black thorine is bad, a vial of it is awful. The Russians are refusing to acknowledge that the stuff exists, let alone that they're making it. Also? Since when did the Russians become the generic bad guy again? What is this, Gorky Park? White Nights? Will they have to exchange people at the border? The hell? Sloane says that his sources confirm that the Russians are panicking. Syd's snarks, "Your sources?" Sloane wisely ignores her and goes on to blah blah something about Russian intelligence and how the theft of the vial sets their weapon development back a decade or something. Syd snits, "Would you mind telling us where that intel comes from or…are we just supposed to rely on your sources, no questions asked?" Everyone at the table looks at Syd like, shut up, SYD. Seriously. They're all totally embarrassed on her behalf. It's like when that one guy at the meeting just won't stop asking stupid questions just so he can be noticed and everyone at the table keeps looking around at each other all, "Oh, man, won't he just SHUT UP ALREADY so we can GO TO LUNCH?"
Sloane treats Syd like the petulant child she is and tells her that he can't divulge his sources -- unless, of course, she'd like him to deliver a discourse on the nature of confidentiality. Syd's all, no, I'm all caught up on that, thanks, SNEAKY. Again, everyone at the table kind of looks down at their hands or the ceiling or their pens and just generally seems to be thinking…awkward. Syd's behavior is ignored by everyone as they move on and Jack informs the troops that a man named Boris Tambor is the guy who paid off the Russian army in order to obtain the vial of black thorine. Tambor's a real player; he owns real estate all over Europe, tons of cars, and he never stays in one place for too long.
Right now, Tambor's booked into a hotel in Monte Carlo and he takes a seat at the high-stakes poker table every night at 9:00. That gambling appointment is the window of opportunity for the Appleseed Gang. Their mission is to get into the suite, find out where the thorine is and how Tambor plans to move it. Syd gets up and basically leaves before Sloane's dismissed her, which…yeah. If I pulled that shit, my ass would be fired. And Syd should be too, is what I'm guessing Sloane is thinking right about now. Later, Syd's sitting at her desk with her hands clasped together. Seriously. She's just…sitting there. Dix is watching her carefully and, finally, he moves over and parks it on the corner of her desk.