Episode Report Card Erin: B- | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT One Potato, Two Potato, Three Potato, Four
By Erin | Season 2 | Episode 5 | Aired on 11.02.2002
Vaughn catches up with Hey Daddy as he's leaving. "The guy with the explosives," Vaughn huffs, "was it SAMTAX?" (Yeah, I know, someone pointed out the real name of the stuff on the boards. Don't care. I have approximately two hours before Georgie gets here and I really can't be bothered to find the name.) Hey Daddy's all, yeah, it was SAMTAX. Vaughn's all, vintage Russian shit? Again, Hey Daddy's all, uh-huh, how'd you know that? Vaughn's all, he's here? In L.A.? Hey Daddy's all, yeah. Vaughn's all, I have to talk to him. NOW.
CIA Holding Garage. I think. I mean, that's what it looks like. A garage where they impound evil cars or something. Anyway, Hey Daddy and Vaughn enter, with Hey Daddy telling the guard that Vaughn's with him. Vaughn shows another guard his badge, and then enters what looks like a van. Swarthy Man from the last ep is sitting handcuffed on a bench inside the van. Vaughn sits opposite him. The lighting in this scene is incredible. By that I mean that Vaughn looks really, REALLY, hot. Vaughn straightens his jacket and offers Swarthy Man a soda. Swarthy Man, vaguely resembling Jason Miller in Exorcist III, says nothing. Vaughn embarks on his intimidation spiel and basically tells Swarthy that it ain't a good time to be a terrorist and that his rights? Well, they don't mean so much. Interested in a small cell with no food and water? 'Cuz that's where yer heading, my friend. Unless, of course, you tell us who you were working for.
Swarthy just stares at him, channeling the DEVIL. Vaughn's all, okay then. We'll just let the piccys speak for themselves, shall we? I mean, of course, the satellite photos from four days ago showing you rigging a plantation building in the jungle near Sumbubba. Oh, like you REALLY know the name. And I'm NOT looking it up. I don't care that much. And Sumbubba's much funnier, anyway. Vaughn's all, those photos are pretty much all we need to put your ass away for life. That sound okay to you, Bigfoot? Because you ARE Bigfoot, aren't you? Have enough hair for it, anyway. Swarthy Man looks mildly interested. "So," says Vaughn, all hard-ass now, "I'm gonna ask you one more time. Do you want that soda?" Swarthy Man doesn't answer. Vaughn gets up to leave. Swarthy Man grabs his arm. "I was working for you, you son of a bitch," he says. "The CIA." You know, in case we didn't remember just where Vaughn is employed.
Vaughn's all, from what office? Swarthy's all, my contact was Jack Bristow, you moron. Vaughn's all, whew, huff, chuff, damn, I need some air. "You tell that bastard," states Swarthy, "I'm not taking the fall on this." Vaughn looks at him, looks away, looks back at him, and then wonders if there's any way in hell he can still get into Sydney's pants after telling her that her father set up her mother by risking her life.
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