Episode Report Card Erin: B- | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Sloane apparently likes the triple cross.
By Erin | Season 5 | Episode 7 | Aired on 11.16.2005
"If they are imbedded inside local government," says Syd, "where do we even start?" "We've already started," says Jack. Syd considers this and then says that she'll see him tomorrow. They smile briefly at each other, and then Syd says, "Do you have any plans for tonight?" "What'd you have in mind?" Jack easily asks. Heh. Oh, Jack. You have NO idea.
Robert the Bruce's Limousine. Angus is pouring a veddy nice inch of scotch into a glass and showing it to…Peyton. "Sure you won't join me?" he trills. "We can drink to your success." She nods it away. "Or perhaps, if it suits you, to soothe your guilt," says Angus. Oh, burn. "Guilt isn't one of my driving emotions," says Peyton. I bet it isn't. "To your success then," says Angus, handing her a glass. "As we agreed, Dean's operation is now yours. But with one warning: I appreciate ambition. But if you're considering any further betrayals, they will come at your own expense." Oh, as much as I like Peyton, girlfriend is WAY out of her league here. She says that she understands and they clink glasses to seal the deal. The limo stops and Angus gets out, saying he'll be right back.
He meets up with Sloane, and congratulates him on a job well done. Sloane basically says he took the offer because he didn't have a choice. "There's always a choice," says Angus. "My daughter," says Sloane, "when will she be cured?" "Soon," says Angus. "Soon?" says Sloane, totally irritated that this piece of Scottish shite is dragging him along. "Perhaps you could be a bit more specific." "I wish I could," says Angus. "But there are a few more things we need you to do first." "We have a deal," says Sloane. "No," says Angus, "we have an arrangement, which you don't seem to understand very well." "You son of a bitch," spits Sloane. "We'll be in touch," says Angus. "Until then, I want you to remember one thing. You have something now that you didn't have this morning." "What's that?" "Hope." Angus nods at him and walks to his car.
Barbie Baby Penthouse Complete With Sad Elton John Music. Jack and Syd are putting together the crib. Well, Jack is putting together the crib while Syd supervises. "Okay, that's the headboard," says Jack tersely. "That's the footboard," says Syd from her chair. "Mmmm-hmm. That's what I said," says Jack. Hee. "Have you ever actually built anything before?" asks Syd. Well, no, Syd, but he's removed a bullet from Sloane's chest, so I think he'd be capable at building a fucking crib. "Yes," says Jack. "As a matter of fact, I built your crib." Syd's surprised. "Really?" Jack hedges. "Well, your mother and I did it together." Yes, Jack. Yes, you did. And nine months later, a baby came out. Isn't that special?