Episode Report Card Erin: B- | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Truly, Madly, Deeply
By Erin | Season 2 | Episode 18 | Aired on 03.15.2003
Then Sark and Irina try to help Sloane onto the 'copter, and the expression on his face as he takes a seat is one of pure and unadulterated pain and heartache. Oh, yeah. He's gonna be Captain Crackers from now on. No doubt about that. Syd finally makes it over to the fallen Auntie Em. Sark turns to Irina and asks if she has the disk. Irina's all, uh, no, and my arm's not BLEEDING or anything! Sark's all, oh, please. I've seen you suck the poison out of a rattlesnake. You'll be fine. Just stuff the wound with the extra material removed from your skimpy t-shirt and think about bunny rabbits.
Down on the ground, Syd's sobbing over the body of Auntie Em as Dix and Vaughn approach. Amy Irving even looks beautiful in death. Dix looks tremendously disgusted with himself. Vaughn just looks down in concern at his girlfriend. Syd just keeps on crying. I half expected her eyes to pop open and for her to go, "Ha! Gotchya! I used to work for the government, dudes! What'd you THINK I was doing all this time?!" But her eyes remain closed and she remains dead. Dammit.
Ovary Electric. Syd and Vaughn are in bed. Yay! Oh. Never mind. They're not doing anything INTERESTING. Syd's on her side, feeling all sorry for herself again because of the dead mother issue. Vaughn's leaning over her, looking at her. He's all, honey? You okay? Syd's all, NO, I DON'T WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU RIGHT NOW. Vaughn's all, okay, you need to calm down. I really and truly just want to know if you're okay. Syd's all, oh. Well, in that case, no. No, I'm not. But I don't want to talk about it. So, like, can you just hold me? He kisses the back of her neck (aw!) and wraps his arms around her (more aw!) and they snuggle up.
Suddenly, there's some beeping. Before we can wonder if it's the Necktie of Annihilation, Syd flips on the light and realizes that the beeping is coming from a jewelry box on her nightstand. It's her mother's earrings, and they're giving off Morse code. Syd grabs some paper and a pen and starts writing down the code. When she's finished, the message reads, "TRUTH TAKES TIME."
Say it with me: WHAAAAAT???
Next time on Alias: The Oscars will be on instead of the show. Or, should I say, the lame-ass Oscars that have no business going on in this, a time of war and things more important than little gold statues and Galliano dresses, will be on instead of the show. Yeah. I plan on being drunker than usual.