Episode Report Card Erin: A | 1 USERS: A YOU GRADE IT Hell Hath No Fury
By Erin | Season 3 | Episode 7 | Aired on 11.08.2003
Mexico. The Jail Of Dead Chavez. The door opens and Corrupt Cop enters, followed by Killjoy and Vaughn. They both look utterly exhausted. Corrupt Cop tells them that they are very lucky their captors let them go. He's all, you wanna file a report? Because highway crimes like this should not go unreported. Killjoy, having spent the last few hours sweating her way through her Kiehl's Superbly Efficient Anti-Perspirant & Deodorant Cream, is having none of it. She just leans against the counter and declares that she and her hubby would like to extradite Chavez y Chavez as soon as possible.
Corrupt Cop readily agrees and asks them to follow him to the prisoner area. As they approach, The Strings of Impending Doom and Destruction go into overdrive, because Chavez y Chavez is swinging from the rafters, a victim of suicide by hanging. Vaughn looks surprised. Killjoy looks sick. Corrupt Cop looks like he's earned his big wad of cash. He crosses himself and says, "Ay, dios mio." Vaughn wants to know who else has been to see Chavez since he's been in jail. "No one," says Corrupt Cop, lying through his Tang-coated teeth. "I am truly sorry you came all this way for nothing." Killjoy just looks at her husband. Vaughn looks back at her and introduces his wife to approximately fourteen new forehead wrinkles.
Limo of Undiscovered Secrets and Unlikely Alliances. Sloane and Syd are hanging out in the back of the limo. Syd pulls the chip out of the "cell phone" and hands it to Sloane, saying that it contains the corrupted version of the operating system, and that it's what he'll hand to the Covenant. "The Covenant will track it back to the Chinese prototype," she says, "which has also been corrupted. They won't suspect that you've betrayed them." "I see," says Sloane, touching the chip, turning it around in his fingers. "I wonder how many times your handler said something like that to you. Just before you were about to give me something like this." Syd, sitting next to him, just looks out the window, her hand to her forehead, looking beautiful and not entirely happy about where she is at the moment. "A small object," Sloane continues, "of tremendous value, that I asked you to steal for SD-6." He puts the chip in his pocket. "Which you then rendered worthless in order to prevent its exploitation by the Alliance." "It happened on occasion," says Syd dryly, still looking out the window with her hand to her forehead.
"There was a time you trusted me," says Sloane, looking out his own window. "That was before I knew who you were," says Syd. "It was before I knew who I was." "Oh no," says Sloane. "It was more recent than that. The day you were found in Hong Kong. The day of your 'resurrection,' as it were." Sloane pulls an envelope from his inner jacket pocket. "This letter arrived at my office." He hands it to Syd. She takes it. He goes on to say that his analyst confirmed what he, Sloane, recognized instantly and what he's sure Syd will verify on her own: the handwriting on the envelope is hers. Syd looks at the envelope in her hands. It's addressed to Sloane. She opens the envelope and finds a smaller envelope with "For Sydney" on the front. Inside the envelope is a key and a piece of paper with a code written on it.