Episode Report Card Erin: C+ | 1 USERS: C YOU GRADE IT Bucky the Snowman
By Erin | Season 1 | Episode 19 | Aired on 04.13.2002
Cape Town. Syd and Bunny are hangin' at the money-laundering place. There's a little Marshall-interjection in which he tells them about some motion detectors on the floor and some sound detectors in the room. Marshall provides them with some sound-scrambling technology, which he illustrates by blasting some music or something. I totally don't know what's going on, but it's Marshall doing what he does best: being a super-geek. It's absolutely bloody hilarious. Love Marshall. Love him.
Okay, so, back at the money-laundering place. Syd and Noah rappel down from the ceiling, landing on a catwalk. They set up a bunch of equipment as the thumping sounds of Music to Spy To blasts into my cerebral cortex. Through a never-ending series of jump cuts and MTV-inspired green-tinged displays, we watch as Bunny feeds Sydney along a suspended rope.
As Syd makes her way down to some electronic thingy, we're back with Marshall again, who's techno-babbling about some wireless modem. Then we're back with Syd, whose actions illustrate, once again, that J.J. Abrams has a jones for Tom Cruise movies, because she's totally performing the scene from Mission: Impossible where Tom Cruise hangs from the ceiling and steals the N.O.C. list from the CIA. J.J.? Get help. NOW.
Blah blah blah, Syd works the modem, Bunny hacks into the system, the rope starts to unravel. Because they're using Marshall's handy wall-of-sound device, Bunny can't hear Sydney's cries for help. Just as he finishes downloading the info from the electronic thingy, the rope completely unravels and he catches it JUST IN TIME. Whew. Like we didn't see THAT coming. Right. Anyway, Syd manages to pull herself up, Bunny's wrist is totally bleeding, and they haul ass outta there.
Back at Double Agent Central, Spy Daddy's torturing himself by watching the archival footage of that evil Russian bitch. Spy Mommy tells her KGB guys that Spy Daddy was blinded by his emotions and therefore knew nothing about her clandestine activities. "Jack Bristow," she says, "was a fool." Man, she is one cold mackerel. I'm surprised she doesn't have gills and fins over here. Victor Garber flexes his considerable acting muscles and, with one tiny mouth twitch and a sideways glance, manages to convey that her last remark hits him where he lives.
And break!
CIA Hell-Lay. Spy Daddy mopes the halls and sees Dr. Nancy talking to some colleagues. She starts to walk past him and Spy Daddy stops her, asking if she has some time to talk to him that afternoon. "I'll make some time," she responds. I bet you will, you blonde psychoanalytical floozy. Does your husband Ken know about this? Tramp.