Episode Report Card Erin: B+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Two Sydneys for the price of one.
By Erin | Season 5 | Episode 12 | Aired on 04.25.2006
Once in the room, Syd nervously attends to her daughter, whose newborn-ish cries are obviously piped in over the sound system. Syd says that sometimes, Isabelle just likes to cry. "It can take her awhile to calm down," she says, "you just have to be patient." "May I?" asks Rance. Syd hands the baby to him and she shuts up immediately. Heh. Syd kind of looks at him like, "My baby likes you more than me!" Hee. Rance asks if her current assignment is short-term, and Syd says it is; hopefully, Isabelle won't even know she's gone. Rance says that no, she'll probably know, seeing as the mother-child bond is impossible to replicate. "Even by Agent Dalton and myself," he says. HAHAHA. Okay, can I get a show of hands for how many of you would pay good money to see a five-minute short film of Dalton and Rance babysitting Isabelle? Hell, I'd fork over a ten-spot for that action.
Rance says that he and Dalton will keep Isabelle safe and secure until Sydney returns, and then he hands the baby back over to her mother so that they can say goodbye. Syd then attempts to have a conversation with her at-least-four-month-old-baby while the child in question is far more interested in whatever stuffed animal seems to be lolling about in her crib. No, really. Jennifer Garner's trying to give a speech about how she doesn't want to leave but she has to so that she can make the world a safer place for Isabelle and everyone else and Isabelle's all, "FUZZY. FUZZY. PINK. WANNA WANNA WANNA. FUZZY. KITTY! BUNNY! GOOGLY. AND GOO." People, this is reason #4,562 why you should never work with babies or puppies. "Mama's gotta go to work," Syd thankfully finishes as Isabelle ponders the existence of life beyond the crib mobile.
Moscow. We're at the hip hop happenin' Russian club where Anna's meeting is supposed to take place. Dixon and Rachel are in line, waiting to get in, and both of them are kind of bopping their heads along with the killer tune ("Rapture Riders" by Blondie & The Doors) that's playing. It's really cute because Dixon's all cool head tapping and Rachel's kind of tossing her boobs around and swinging her head while pouting her lips. Heh. Up on a roof in the distance, Syd slinks around a corner wearing a red leather jacket and an even redder wig. Kick. Ass. She whips out a large gun with a scope on top and takes aim at the club roof across the way. Syd tells Marshall she's in place, and then she asks Getty what it's like down on the ground. He tells her security's pretty tight; A-list only. "I'm on it," says Syd, taking aim and firing. She hooks up a roller thingy to the zip line she's just shot across and anchored to the roof, and then she zips over in her fabulous red coat. Sigh. Just like old times.