Episode Report Card Erin: B- | 1 USERS: A- YOU GRADE IT You Give Me Fever
By Erin | Season 3 | Episode 10 | Aired on 12.06.2003
We then see Will in a phone booth as he informs us in voice-over that he used to call an answering machine in Bucharest and dial a confirmation code. Then he'd hang up and wait for St. Aidan to call him back. The phone rings and Will picks up, asking the distinctly Russian voice on the other end to meet with him. The Russian voice tells him that Tuesday night will do -- 11 PM, at the same place they used to meet. Funny how two years have passed and yet there's no mention of "Hey, where ya been?" or "Now? You're calling me NOW? Yo, bitch! I coulda used some euros way back when. Thanks for nothin'!" Nope. Just business as usual in the informant-for-hire universe.
Dream Dugout, Now Known As Creepy Cronenberg's Corner of Pain. Cronenberg's laid out on the dream table, bleeding profusely from his wound. He's strapped down, and Sark has set him up with an IV drip. Sark wants to know what Sydney told him. Cronenberg mumbles his way through some dialogue. Sark slaps him. Heh. Cronenberg kind of laughs then tells Sark that the morphine he's set him up with is very good, just like the old days. Hee. Sark turns the drip down, eliciting begging from Cronenberg to turn it back up. Cronenberg spills the whole dream, including the Syd-on-Syd fight and Syd's revelation that Will was involved. He even tells Sark that Jack called witness protection. "Meaning Tippin's still alive," says Sark with a glimmer in his eye. "Meaning I could really use some more morphine…and some candy…and maybe a few strippers," says Cronenberg. Nice. Go ahead and give him more morphine, Sark. In fact, give him the whole damn bag. Goddamn blabbermouth. Wait. What're you doing with that switch, Sark? Oops. I was kind of only kidding, dude. Um. Buh-bye, Creepy Cronenberg.
Oops Center. Jack and Vaughn are trying to spin their tall tale about searching for Syd's prison captors. Penis Head is SO not buying any of this, even though Jack and Vaughn provide a very convincing paper trail. Penis Head just calmly stands up and blahs something about how Jack was once held by German intelligence in 1982 and how Jack managed to convince the Germans he wasn't an American, even though they held him for two weeks. Jack wisely sees through Penis Head's false niceties. "We are talking," he says, his voice dropping several octaves, "about the fate of my daughter." "Where do you think she is?" asks Penis Head, in this voice that suggests that he really knows where she is -- he just wants to see if Jack knows that he knows where she is. Or something. "Don't. Do. This," Jack grits. "Where do YOU think --" BAM! Jack slams Penis Head to the ground with a solid left hook before he can finish his sentence. Hee! Jack jumps all over Penis Head and other agents rush to intervene, including Vaughn. Hee hee hee. Penis Head orders Jack and Vaughn into custody, like NOW!