Episode Report Card Erin: B | 161 USERS: B- YOU GRADE IT You Give Me Fever
By Erin | Season 3 | Episode 10 | Aired on 2003.12.07
Warsaw Safe House. Must be one of Spy Daddy's extra-super-secret safe houses, because the CIA ain't involved in this little side excursion. Really. Where does he get those wonderful toys? And extra warehouses. And safe houses. And PLANES. Syd and Will are hanging out, going over the evening's activities and what they all meant. Pretty much, Syd can't make sense of the whole thing while drinking vodka and Will can't offer any answers while drinking vodka. Did I mention the vodka? The vodka, if you don't know already, kind of plays an important part in an upcoming scene. Syd's concerned that Lazarappletartwithicecream was hit with a tranq dart instead of a bullet; obviously someone wants him alive for a reason. "He asked if 'they' got it," says Syd, taking another slug off her glass of vodka. "So whatever's going on, there's a thing." Yeah, Syd. There's a "thing." Way to let the vodka do the talking. Will's all, yeah, and there's someone else trying to find it, right? "Things really don't get any more vague than that, do they?" he says. Heh. Welcome to Alias, buddy.
"It's Sloane," says Syd. "It's obviously Sloane." Oh, Jesus. Will you let it GO already? Not EVERYTHING is SLOANE. Will's all, dude? You've been going over all this shit since time began, okay? Take a break already! "You'll figure it out," he says, taking a slug off his own glass of vodka. "What makes you say that?" says Syd. Um, because you can break into a high security area using only a hairclip and a smile? Because you routinely avoid death in situations that most Navy SEALS would face and go, "Uh, yeah, I'm gonna take the death on this round, Alec." "Because you're you," says Will. Syd just smiles at him all, yeah, I know. I'm like MacGyver with breasts. Thanks, Will! I missed you! So did we all, honey. So did we all.
Random Highway of Prisoner Transportation. Jack and Vaughn are sharing a not-so-comfy ride to prison together. Vaughn's all, you know, not to lessen my standing in your eyes as a pretty good guy or anything, but do you really think punching Penis Head in the face was a GOOD IDEA? Jack's all, oh, please. I could've done worse. I could have called his wife pretending to be his male lover and told her I had herpes and let the chips fall where they may, okay? As it was, with the questions that total tool was asking, I knew it was inevitable that we'd wind up like this. So shut up before I start disliking you again. Vaughn's all, we shouldn't have let Sydney go. Or should have let Sydney go. I really don't know, because he's mumbling and for some reason my closed captioning isn't working AT ALL.