Episode Report Card Erin: B- | 1 USERS: A+ YOU GRADE IT Tuck Everlasting
By Erin | Season 2 | Episode 2 | Aired on 10.05.2002
Well, whatever, Dixon handles the reservation, and Syd is escorted to the elevators. Then we hear Syd say something about having Naj's room key and she's on her way. The hell? Okay, if she had Naj's key then what the hell was all the reservation shit about? Like, there's not a hotel in the WORLD that you can't just walk into and roam around in. Seriously. Even if you don't have a key. My mother and I walked into this glittering Hyatt in New York one time and just wandered around, taking pictures. My mother's weird that way. Like, it was just a hotel and stuff, but it had fountains and lots of lights and she thought it was pretty. No, she's not retarded. She's just a whole lot of crazy in a small package. My point is -- and I do have one -- what was the reservation stuff? I rewound the tape, like, seven times, thinking that Dixon was erasing Naj's info and replacing it with Syd's, but no, that wasn't it. I just don't get it. And now I have a headache. Oh, wait, that's because my head's still on fire. Better put that out.
Ah, Julio. Thank you. Nothing soothes a third-degree burn like champagne. While you're up, ahem, bring Mommy a trough of Jagermeister. Mommy's confused, and she wants to create an A-bomb to hurl at her television set. Good, Julio. Good boy.
Oh. I see. I just rewound the tape again and doused my head in Veuve Clicquot. Sounds like Syd did a little tap dance on the concierge's head and THEN got the key. Okay. All righty then. Makes a little more sense now. Not much. But a little. I'm going to take a little break here and play with my chemical set. I hope this doesn't set off the fire alarm.
Back in Hell-Lay, Vaughn's making like Will Graham and walking down the long hallway to Hannibal Mommy's cage. He looks mighty nervous, but determined. He walks into the inner sanctum, and Lena Olin catwalks over to the glass that separates them, putting her hands up to the surface in an all-too-slinky fashion. It takes Vaughn a good solid minute before he can look her in the eye, and when he does, she just looks back at him like, "Yeah? What you gonna do about it, hot stuff? And you ARE hot stuff, by the way." Vaughn states his case on the disk. "We believe you're familiar with this item," he concludes. Irina doesn't respond, just looks at him in a way that makes ME uncomfortable, and I'm not even there. "That's an implied question," says Vaughn, "I'll make it clear for you. ARE YOU FAMILIAR with this item?" No, he doesn't shout. He's just REALLY enunciating and he sounds REALLY pissed. Oh, and hot. Did we mention the hot? Irina just cocks her head and looks at him. God, Lena Olin's ridiculously good at being seductive and dangerous at the same time. Vaughn would totally be dead if she weren't behind bars. And glass. And gates. And smoky-green colored windows that lend quite a refreshing tint to her tanned skin. "I know you want to see your daughter," spits Vaughn. "I can guarantee you that is never going to happen, unless she knows you're cooperating. Prove yourself. Give Sydney a reason to see you."
Irina sort of looks at Vaughn, assessing him. "Interesting," she says. Vaughn realizes his mistake. "Agent Bristow is in Rabat now, seeking to recover the list. Is there anything she should know?" "Next to the safe, there's a fire alarm," breathes Irina. "If you want to protect her, tell her to pull it first, then open the safe." "Why?" asks Vaughn. "I've given you a gift," she says, doing this sort of half-lidded thing with her eyes that is SO Hannibal, "and all you get from me is one." Vaughn goes to leave. "You look just like him," she says, doing what we ALL knew she was gonna do, but in such a way that TOTALLY freaks us all out. Vaughn stands facing the exit as Irina just blinks at his back. "Secure the prisoner," Vaughn tells the guard. The gate opens and Vaughn glances back quickly before leaving. Irina just stands there, touching her forehead seductively with her finger.