Episode Report Card Erin: B+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT If it ain't broke, Spy Daddy will BLOW IT UP.
By Erin | Season 2 | Episode 4 | Aired on 10.19.2002
Meanwhile, over at SD-6, Jack's heading over for a chat with Dixon. He asks Dix to check on the Sonoma phone call for Sloane. Jack makes it explicit that no one is to know about what Dixon's doing. "Understood," says Dix, seriously hoping that this means he finally gets to do more than just get Sydney's back while she romps around the place wearing blue spandex.
Back with Mama Hari, Syd's watching as her mother makes quick work of the map deciphering. This time, Syd's actually given Mama Hari a whole pencil and a spiral notebook! She must really love her. After Syd gets the intel, she fills in the CIA team. "She says the building is clean, that there are no explosives or anti-intrusion systems," she says. Spy Daddy's all, we obviously can't trust this info. Syd's all, Dad? Enough with the anti-trust track, okay? If she'd wanted me dead, she would have left my ass at the FAPSY headquarters. Spy Daddy argues that Mama Hari wouldn't willingly lead the CIA to "The Bible." "As soon as we have that manual, she's got nothing!"
"Unless she wants to prove herself," says Syd. "That's the kind of hopeful thinking that will get you killed," spits Spy Daddy. "I'm going in," she states. "No, you're not!" says Spy Daddy. "Irina Derevko's proved her value --" "Do NOT talk to me about that woman's value!" Spy Daddy shouts. "Of all people, you should know better." Vaughn stares at his Kenneth Coles. Kommandant Kendall speaks up. "We're sending you to Madagascar to retrieve 'The Bible,'" he says, looking at Sydney. He turns to Vaughn. "You too. Prepare to leave tonight." He looks at Jack. "I want you to deal with Sydney's cover at SD-6." They disperse, leaving Spy Daddy alone, looking like a tortured divorced father who's about to lose custody of his daughter to his evil bitch of an ex-wife.
Rainy Garage Of Covert Exchanges And Bad Daddy Behavior. Jack hands an envelope to a rather swarthy-looking man and informs him that the team will be in Madagascar in twelve hours. "I'll need you to have everything in place by then," states Jack. Swarthy says, "On that time frame? I'll have to parachute in." He looks over the stuff that Jack's given him. "Jack, I owe you. But why thirty pounds of SamTax? I could do the same job with five pounds of C4." And do NOT email me about the proper spelling of "SamTax" or what in the hell it even is. I don't CARE. We all know he's talking about explosive materials, and that's really ALL we need to know.
"I need you to make sure that if anyone enters that building," says Jack, "no one will survive." Swarthy kind of looks at Jack as if to say, "All righty, dude. Whatever yanks your crank. But you're nineteen tons of whacko in a five-ton bag, my friend."