Episode Report Card Erin: A | 1 USERS: A YOU GRADE IT Hell Hath No Fury
By Erin | Season 3 | Episode 7 | Aired on 11.08.2003
Syd's not really into the group idea, because most of those people have been in group for over ten years and they're not any closer to finding out about their Lost Years. I'm not really into the group idea either, because could it TAKE any longer for them to tell us what in the hell Syd did during those Lost Years? We're not getting any younger over here. Doc Grandfather's all, dude? Maybe it's time to move on and just deal with the fact that you might never remember. Syd's all, yeah, um, how about YOU try not remembering two years of your life, okay? Not so much FUN, dude. Now, I know you have clearance, so, right here in this hallway cluttered with people who DON'T have clearance, I'm going to tell you that there's a terrorist organization who wants to find out the one thing I can't remember, you dig? My point? I don't have the luxury of waiting around until I accept this crappy aspect of my life, Grandpa. Doc Grandfather's all, yeah, um, why don't you come with me, punkin?
They walk over to some padded room, and Syd looks in. Doc Grandfather tells her that the man inside, wrapped in a straitjacket and looking all sorts of crazy, is Kenneth Blake, a CIA agent who was missing for five years. Blake finally turned up in a South Korean hospital with severe injuries and no memories whatsoever. He volunteered for this neurostim procedure that Syd wants. The procedure was carried out, and Blake discovered that he had been in custody of the North Koreans all that time, subjected to tortures so intense and prolonged that his conscious mind had chosen to block them out. At this point, Blake comes to the window and looks directly at Syd, but doesn't really seem to see her. He kind of looks like a bargain basement Hannibal Lecter, actually. He turns away, and there are two really hideous scars on the side of his head. "The invasive nature of the surgery left him with permanent brain damage," says Doc Grandfather. Syd looks away. "You should know, Sydney," continues Doc, "the NSC considers Blake a successful test case for neurostimulation therapy. But I'd consider death as an option before this procedure." Syd just looks at the doctor as Blake glowers at them through the window square.
Nogales, Mexico. Chavez y Chavez is running through one of the secondary sets from Traffic. Mexican cops are shooting at him. He gets cornered and gives himself up. He's carted away. Once in a jail cell, some (probably) crooked cop starts questioning him about his whereabouts over the past few months. You know, the whole epidemiology lab in Cannes, the disease control ministry in Spain, the genetic engineering facility in Cuba…Chavez y Chavez has been one busy boy. Crooked Cop is all, dude? Who should I turn you over to? Huh? Me? I could give a shit. You? You really should give a shit. France and Spain don't have the death penalty, baby. But Cuba? Or, should I say, "Coooba"? Sure as hell does. Crooked Cop wants to strike a bargain. He wants Chavez to provide him with some bigger fish to fry, like the people who commissioned him, for instance, and he, Crooked Cop, will try to get Chavez extradited to a country who won't fry his ass for breakfast. Chavez doesn't even pause. He gives up Syd's Julia Thorne identity faster than you can say, "Are we in Mexico AGAIN?"