Episode Report Card Erin: B | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Missing? I'll tell you what's missing.
By Erin | Season 3 | Episode 4 | Aired on 10.18.2003
"You're right," says Syd calmly. "We're not where we were." D'oh. "And trust me when I tell you, I am doing you a favor by keeping you out of it." "No, that is not gonna work with me," he states. "Well, it is gonna have to," she says. Then she launches into this mini-tirade about how she can't afford to make distinctions between professional and personal anymore. "This job took two years from me," she says. Shots all around! "Everything is personal. As much as I wish I could trust you, the responsibilities you have now require me not to." Vaughn's all, wait, what? Because of Killjoy? Because she's NSC or because she's my wife? "Or is that distinction irrelevant?" he spits. "I'm not punishing you," says Syd wryly. "You think I am. I'm not." They glare at each other for a moment. The door opens and Sean enters. He takes a good long look at both of them. "Somebody die?" he says, popping a peanut in his mouth. Good, Sean. Remind me to book you as the keynote speaker at my FUNERAL. God.
The Pamplona Safe House of Royally Hot Guys. Soymoan enters and says something to his boys about off-site security. Chavez y Chavez hands him an envelope and says that they have another problem. Soymoan's all, what's all this then? Chavez y Chavez just goes, "Julia." Soymoan picks up the envelope, opens it, and the Strings of Impending Doom go into overtime.
Conference Room of Daddy/Daughter Confrontations. Jack's all, dude? Your former boyfriend has been quizzing me about that whole "Julia" thing. I tried shutting down his inquiry, but something YOU said has made that impossible. Syd's all, I just told him I couldn't talk about it. Jack's like, oh, okay, like that WOULDN'T pique his interest. That's like him asking, "What's wrong?" and you answering, "Nothing," you dumb-ass! "What piqued his INTEREST was hearing Simon Walker call me 'Julia' and then kissing me like his prom date," she snaps. Hee.
She's all, I can't make Vaughn stop being jealous, or, I mean, "curious," or whatever. Spy Daddy, once again, just in case we weren't aware, makes it clear what Killjoy and the NSC would do if they found out that Syd was connected to the Lazaraminoff murder. Mainly, that they'd subject her to painful and terrible extraction methods to mine her somewhat defunct memory. Syd's all, yeah? HOOK ME UP, Daddy-O. Maybe they should've hooked me up a long time ago, huh? Then maybe I wouldn't be making out with complete (albeit really, really HOT) strangers in the middle of public places. Oh, wait. Scratch that. Screw the memory retrieval shit. As long as I can keep making out with Justin Theroux, we're all good. Syd thinks that the pain of knowing can't be nearly as bad as the pain of not knowing. Jack's all, uh, think again, honey. It sure as hell can.