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
"I've never seen that code before," says Sloane. "I didn't want to offer it to anyone else. Unfortunately, I couldn't decipher it myself. And since those items were once in your possession, I thought you might want them back." Syd just turns the key around in her fingers a bit and contemplates what this bizarro key/code scenario really means. Well, I'm thinking that it means Julia Thorne is trying to contact Syd from way back when Syd was brainwashed to be Julia, but maybe that's just me. And can we just give a hallelujah to an episode that pretty much requires me to transcribe dialogue? Because, and I think you'll back me up on this, up until this episode, there are very few transcribed scenes in the recaps. The dialogue just didn't lend itself to transcription. This episode, however, is a very different story. As we're about to learn…
Oops Center. Jack's looking through a file folder at some random desk. Vaughn storms past him and snaps, "Let's talk." "Of course," says Jack, acting cheerily oblivious. Heh. Heh heh heh. If there's a man on this planet less oblivious than Jack Bristow, I'd really appreciate him making an appearance at my apartment in the near future. No, Sam, you don't count. You're not oblivious to anything, including my scary granny panties that I wear, on occasion, when I'm feeling less than sexy. You found those damn things while rooting through my lingerie drawer, didn't you? Of course, you were looking for my garter belts and bustiers, which you found, but you also found the granny pants, didn't you? Yes, Sammy. You get the award. You're The Least Oblivious Man On The Planet. Happy now? Good. Go get me more champagne, then. I've got a recap to finish here.
So, Vaughn walks off with Spy Daddy following. The look on Vaughn's face is priceless, by the way; it's angry and vindictive and still extremely handsome. The look on Jack's face is calm, unconcerned, and not even remotely annoyed. Heh. This is gonna be good. Vaughn brings Jack into The Conference Room of Endless Expositions (I think) and says, "You killed [Chavez y Chavez], you son of a bitch!" Jack's all, you just returned from a very traumatic experience, Mr. Vaughn. You're highly emotional. So it's totally understandable that you might leap to that baseless accusation. Oh, and I think you're a dink for not searching for my daughter for the two years she was gone. Vaughn's all, yeah, I tend to get highly emotional when there's a GUN PRESSED TO MY WIFE'S TEMPLE. And I didn't search for Syd because she was DEAD, okay? Dead! You know, as in NOT BREATHING AND ASHES FLUNG OUT TO SEA? "Ours is a risky business," says Jack, moving toward the door. "Armed rebels take us hostage then let us go out of the kindness of their hearts?" says Vaughn, following Jack. "You didn't think I'd see through that?" Jack's all, yeah, well, I guess you both were graced by a stroke of luck, okay? Be thankful I didn't have both your asses iced down there in Mexico. Because, really, it's not like I'm not CAPABLE of shit like that, you know. Vaughn's supremely pissed off at this point and challenges Jack that Chavez, a man on the brink of bartering for his freedom, would have no reason to hang himself. Jack's all, hey, Chavez probably knew his days were numbered. "What part of this doesn't have a rational explanation?" Vaughn grabs the lapels of Jack's jacket and throws him up against the conference room doors. Oh. Not smart, dude. Not smart at all. "You EVER put my wife's life in danger again, I will KILL YOU!" Jack just glowers at him. "Then, perhaps," he spits out, "you finally understand the moral compromises you'll make when someone YOU love is in danger." Jack tosses Vaughn off him like the wet rag that he is and leaves the conference room. Vaughn looks after him as if his eyes are sub-machine guns and Jack's ass has a bright red bull's-eye painted on it.