Episode Report Card Erin: B | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Papa, Can You Hear Me?
By Erin | Season 3 | Episode 8 | Aired on 11.22.2003
Camp Wendy O. Williams. Head enters and Killjoy intercepts him, handing over her report. He apologizes for being tough on her before. She blah blahs that she's not naïve and that she understands about unorthodox methods of interrogation, but he had no right to blackmail her with the arrest of her husband. Head just looks over the report and tells her not to mention Doc Avari or Pruitt and to just stick with Bristow. Then he orders her to go back to the CIA and hand her report to some guy named Miller. "We'll want you back in six hours," he says, "to report on the final results." He walks off.
Oops Center. Vaughn enters and looks around at all the NSC people hovering over CIA agents. He heads into Marshall's office. Before Vaughn can state his business, Marshall just has to show us one of his goofy inventions. This time, it's telephoto lenses based on an owl's eye. He's sporting these bottle lenses and gibbers something about how you press a button and zoom in on -- whoa! Nice pores! You exfoliate? Okay. Funny. That was funny.
Vaughn's not laughing, though; he just asks if Marshall is able to access classified documents on the NSC network. "Well, I don't have access," says Marshall, removing the glasses. "I know," says Vaughn. Marshall turns, and Vaughn gives this little nod with his head that says, "Dude. Do a guy a solid here, okay? Let's break some laws!" Marshall gets it. Unfortunately, forensic guys are monitoring the network. Vaughn asks if he can bypass that. Marshall's all, dude. Of course. It's me. But…Vaughn just looks at him. Once again, Marshall gets it. "If I give you the codes, you're gonna bust her out, aren't ya?" he asks, futzing around with his toys and stuff. "Kick some NSC booty? Can I just say -- love." Hee.
Jack's Impromptu Operating Theater of Male Bonding. Sloane's awake. Jack says that he's been trying to come up with a single reason why Sloane saved his life. His only conclusion is that it would incur some feeling of debt on Jack's part. Sloane's all, dude? Don't you think that if I had some hidden agenda, it'd be easier to obtain if you and your nimble minx of a daughter were DEAD? Jack's all, or maybe you need us for something. Something you believe only we can provide. Sloane's all, yeah. Right. You're right about that. No matter how many starving children I save, no humanitarian action can ever erase my past crimes. "With the death of my wife," he says, looking right at Jack, "you and Sydney are my absolution. My penance. You're all I have left." Well, I buy that. And I think Jack's buying it too, judging by the deep furrow on his brow and the heavy purse on his lips. Say what you will about Sloane; even when he's evil, he's very, very good.