Episode Report Card Erin: C | 1 USERS: B- YOU GRADE IT Blowback? Blow me.
By Erin | Season 3 | Episode 14 | Aired on 03.06.2004
They chase the shooter up to the rooftop parking lot and watch as a black Ford Mustang GT Coupe (trust me -- I looked it up) peels off around the corner. Syd and Vaughn frantically look around in search of the appropriate car to commandeer and, well, fortunately for them, there's a Ford F-150 across the way that would do nicely in this situation. Of course, if Ford weren't a major sponsor of this show, then I assume Syd would have just yelled, "The truck! The blue truck! Kick it!" But Ford is shelling out big bucks every Sunday night (that the show is actually ON), so the "F-150!" it is. Also, in case we missed Syd yelling the name of the truck, the crew gives us a nice tight close-up of the actual F-150 logo on the side of the hood. You know, because we're deaf and blind and dumb and irretrievably stupid.
Woo! Car chase car chase car chase. Through the parking garage, down the ramps, more Ford cars, more squealing, more repeated tire marks on the cement, Syd shooting out the window, horns honking, more chasing, more screeching. Hee! Good times. The Mustang finally makes it to the exit, but a goddamn Honda is in its way! (Okay, I'm not sure on the make of the car -- for all I know, every damn car on this show is contractually obligated to be a Ford -- but I like the image of the angry Mustang kicking a little Honda ass.) The Mustang just plows on through, pushing the car back into the street. Another car slams explosively into it. BAM! Woo! Nothin' like shattered glass to wake up a dying show! The Mustang peels off just as Syd and Vaughn make it to the exit. Unfortunately, another car is trying to enter at the same time and Vaughn, since he's a good guy, has to stop. Dammit, Vaughn! Just run 'em over! Worked for Sark, who just happens to be driving the Mustang! What? What'd I say? WHAT? Oh, that is SO not a spoiler. You'll see. Now shut up and read.
Oooh! And now is the time on Alias when we dance. That's right. It's back. But only because of the car chase. The car chase brought back the dance. Also? I've had a LOT of beer. WOO!
Oops Center. Syd's hangin' with Marshall, trying to find out how much of the data they got their hands on. Only about 63 percent, unfortunately. Oh, and Marshall's only had about twenty minutes of sleep. Vaughn's all, how long before you can get the rest of the file? Marshall's all, blabbedly boobedly algorithm algebra dingledly doodely pretty colors passing out -- he's seriously tired, people. Syd's all, how LONG, Professor Leary?! Marshall's all, twelve hours. Syd's all, TWELVEHOURSWEDON'THAVETWELVEHOURS! IFTHECOVENANTGETSTHEIRHANDSON -- "Sydney," says Marshall, calmly cutting her off, "I know." I loved that for some reason. Syd's getting all twirly and Marshall, new dad, minimal sleeper, big geek, just cuts her off like, dude? I'm doing what I can. Now go get me some more coffee. Because Marshall? Is living on coffee at this point. "I've had twelve cups," he says brightly. "But I'm not feeling anything which you'd think all that caffeine I'm gonna check and see if it's the real thing because do you guys want anything because yeah I'm just gonna go see if I could just snort the coffee right out of the filter maybe that would do it you know maybe that'd keep me awake just like that shrieking kid of mine did ALL NIGHT LAST NIGHT maybe I could mix the coffee with uppers and then I'd…" Marshall walks off in search of amphetamines.