Episode Report Card Erin: A | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Darkness Falls
By Erin | Season 2 | Episode 17 | Aired on 03.01.2003
Suddenly, Jack's interest is piqued. The wheels start turning as he and Irina discuss how Sloane doesn't know that Irina's in custody; he thinks she's in hiding, as he is. Jack's all, if Sloane thinks you've come out of hiding and nabbed the manuscript, he'll want to meet up with you and negotiate a purchase. "Which I'd be happy to do," smiles Irina. I bet you would, sister. "And we could grab him," says Jack, obviously thinking that someone will be grabbing him relatively soon and that him is, well, HIM, not Sloane. "And give Sydney her reason to get out," finishes Irina. They look at each other with the light of a totally un-thought-out and highly risky plan shining in their eyes.
Ron's Rink of Randiness. Jennifer Garner's standing in the middle of an ice rink as Michael Vartan scoots around her so that we can all see just how good he is on skates. The framework of this scene is that Vaughn's teaching Syd to play hockey. Yeah. Whatever. Just show Michael Vartan smoothing around the surface some more, okay? And make sure you highlight his butt.
Syd does a little putt action (hee!) and manages to get it past Vigorous Vaughn at the goal. She also manages to whip herself right into his arms. Tee. Tee hee. It's really cute. She scores and she scores! Durr. He's all, you've done this before! She's all, never, I swear! I haven't skated since I was five! He's all, I don't believe you! She's all, really, my mother took me! Okay. Buzzkill, Syd. You know you're NEVER supposed to mention your MOTHER around your BOYFRIEND. Especially when your MOTHER offed his FATHER. God! Will she NEVER learn?
As soon as the word "mother" slips out from between her lips, Vaughn goes all quiet and serious and dude! Grow the fuck up, okay?! I realize you're all meaningful and soul-heavy and shit, but just lighten the fuck up and go get a pretzel! It's hockey, not marriage counseling. Christ on a Christmas fruitcake.
Syd's all, uh, yeah, in case you think I'm blind, what is UP with you? Sooner or later we're going to have to, you know, talk about this or something. In true juvenile avoidance fashion, Vaughn starts skating circles around Syd as he blips, "Syd, there's nothing to say. We both know what happened. What's there to say?" Skate. Skate skate. Syd's all, uh, I'm thinking A LOT. Vaughn's all, yeah, well, nothing I wanna talk about. Skate. Skate skate. Oh, and neener. Neener neener.
Syd very directly and forcibly says, "I'm sorry." "Don't be sorry," says Wayne Gretzky Jr. "Don't ever be sorry for her." Man. He's being sort of a toolbox right now. Like, I appreciate that her mom killed his dad and whatever, but go to therapy or something and get it over with. The silent forehead wrinkling routine went out with Dylan McKay and French manicures, okay?
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