Episode Report Card Erin: C | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Careless Memories
By Erin | Season 2 | Episode 3 | Aired on 10.12.2002
"Your mother is the only person who can translate those names for us by the time you leave," he says, adding several more endearing furrows to his brow. "If your mother will give us the code to activate the music box, well, we'd want you to activate the music box on site. You'll get it to play and we'll record the music through your com link. Then you'll destroy it." Syd doesn't have time to answer, because Hypno Lady beckons her into Will's hypno room. Vaughn watches her enter and tenderly touch Will's arm, more than a hint of jealousy crossing his features. Vaughn makes a note in his PDA to use the word "dude" at every convenient moment when in the presence of Will.
Then we're hangin' with Mama Hari as Syd reads off the names from Sark's computer. "I want you to translate them for me," states Syd. "Give me your pencil and paper," says Mama Hari. Syd's all, uh, no. Mama Hari's all, look, I can't decipher it without a writing implement and some papyrus. So hand it over! Syd breaks off a piece of her pencil, rolls up the piece of paper with the words on it, and shoves both through the steel grate.
"Plum Island Animal Disease Center," says Mama Hari, licking the pencil lead with the tip of her tongue. "Sounds charming." "Whuh?" responds Syd. "Oh, nothing. What did Miggs say to you? Multiple Miggs in the next cell. He hissed at you. What did he say?" "Whuh?" asks Syd. "Who's Miggs? There are no other cells in this godforsaken shithole. What in the HELL are you talking about?" "Quid pro quo, Clarice," hisses Mama Hari. "'Clarice'?!" screams Syd. "I know you haven't been around in twenty years, but you could AT LEAST REMEMBER MY FUCKING NAME!"
Whoops. Must have been that viewing of Red Dragon I had earlier today. Excuse me.
Irina puts the scrap of paper up against the glass and starts working on the code. Sydney stares at her. Irina works quickly, pencil stub scraping against glass. "You know," she says, still working, "you haven't yet asked me how I could shoot my own daughter." Irina looks directly at Sydney. "No, I haven't," responds Syd. They glare at each other. Irina pushes the paper and pencil back through the steel grate.
"I assume you wouldn't need this combination so urgently," says Irina, "if you didn't know where the music box was." Syd unfolds the paper and looks at it. "Sark won't hesitate to kill you," says Irina. "And I don't want to lose the chance to explain myself someday." Syd says nothing and moves toward the exit. She stops as the gate opens and turns back to her mother. Cue The Strings Of Sydney's Secret Turmoil. "About the Thanksgiving play," she says. "I was a turkey." Instead of laughing out loud and going, "A TURKEY! BWA HA HA!" Irina's eyes well up with tears and she whispers, "Thank you." Sydney leaves, and Irina and her reflection share a moment.
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