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
Syd slings herself over the side of the balcony, breathes deeply, and jumps into the coffin-shaped pool. Yes, she's on the penthouse floor. Yes, the pool is definitely coffin-shaped. And no, there isn't a diamond necklace in sight. Welcome to the REAL Alias, people.
After scraping her eyeballs, fingers, arms, and spleen off the bottom of the pool and reinserting them all into her non-bruised body, Syd calmly exits the pool by the stairs, looking absolutely gorgeous and sexed-up. A wayward gentleman, obviously smitten by her NINETEEN-STORY AERIAL DIVE, offers her a terrycloth robe, and Syd wipes her face off on it and walks away. Hee. As Weiss and Vaughn watch Syd exit the hotel wearing a terrycloth robe, Weiss turns to Vaughn and goes, "Whatever she just did, man, she's good. She is really good." Judging by Vaughn's expression, he thinks so too.
Sydulia jumps into the Hummer (hee!) and turns to the Boys. "I had time for a swim," she says, putting her foot up on the dash and brandishing the newly stolen necklace. Soymoan's all, right then. I have a meeting in Paris tomorrow; we'll meet at the safe house on, say, Thursday. We'll spec out the mission and, oh, Sydulia, here's the tech info you'll need. Syd grabs the folder he hands her and smiles evilly. "Welcome to the team," he says. Syd looks confidently at him.
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The Plane of Lost Years Deception. Syd, still sported out as Sydulia, is all, I gotta know how to crack an S-305 safe. Vaughn, sitting across from her and looking ridiculously hot in his black dress shirt and olive jacket, says that Weiss and Marshall are working on the specs for her. His expression is one of, "Okay, where in the FUCK has my girlfriend been for two years? Yeah, and screw my wife, okay?" Syd notices his look, which, by the way, has extended far beyond the momentary glance here. She's all, yeah, I know you think this op is too dangerous for me to continue. He's all, yes, I do. But that's not what I was gonna say. I was gonna say that I lurve you and that you're hot, hotter than ever, and that I might feel bad about leaving my wife but if you don't kiss me here in the next two seconds, I'm gonna leap out the side door to my death.
Or he just says, "But that's not what I was gonna say." Syd puts her beautiful face in the palm of her hand and goes, "So, what then?" "I've never worked with anyone who can improvise better than you can," he says. "But when Simon called you 'Julia' -- your reaction -- you didn't seem surprised." Syd's all, DUDE? Vaughn's all, tell me what's going on, baby. Syd hesitates. "Look," he says, leaning forward. "I know we're not where we were, but even before then, professionally, we never kept secrets from each other! I'm still on your side!"