Episode Report Card Erin: A | 1 USERS: B+ YOU GRADE IT Papa, can you hear me? No, seriously. PAPA?
By Erin | Season 4 | Episode 18 | Aired on 05.03.2005
And now is the time on Alias when we look at our watches and wonder, damn! That was a full fifteen minutes without a break! Woo!
In other news, the Revenge of the Sith money-making machine hath already begun. May the chuh-ching be with you.
Conference Room of Endless Expositions. Sloane and Syd fill in the troops on Jack's condition and how he's disappeared. Not a single medical facility in the vicinity has any record of treating him, either. Syd says that whatever her father has, it's untreatable, and there's a great chance that he's not in full control of his faculties. Vaughn pipes up that this means someone could be preying on him, trying to tell him there's a cure, even when there isn't. Which means that Dr. St. Hubbins could be a very bad guy, which is exactly what I thought right at this moment. Which is to say, I was completely clueless at this point as to what's about to happen. Sloane reiterates that Jack may not be in control of himself and that, if someone were to attempt to harm him, he may not be able to defend himself either.
That's when we catch up with Jack, looking mightily confused and disoriented. He sort of lumbers up to a nice-looking building with wrought iron lamps in front of it and enters. Inside, Dr. St. Hubbins and his assistant are waiting for him. Jack hands the doc the alkylating agent or whatever, and the doc says he'll prepare it. The assistant takes Jack's coat and asks him how he is. "Hopeful," says Jack with a smile. Yeah. That's a red flag right there. Jack's never friendly to anyone who can't get him guns or help him fly a jet through a hailstorm. Something's definitely up. Of course, I didn't think that the first time I watched this. But I should have. When Jack's pleasant with anyone but an arms dealer, we've entered Bizarro World, people.
Back at the Apple Center, Agent Sean comes up with hit; Jack was caught on camera using an ATM. Marshall scrambles to locate him via traffic cameras. Meanwhile, Vaughn and Syd are driving around, waiting for Marshall to contact them with Jack's location. He gets it and calls Syd. It's parked at a building over on Pierpont. "Oh, thank you, Marshall!" Syd says, relieved. "Remind me to kiss you!" "Uh, okay!" says Marshall. Hee. Agent Sean's all, what'd she say? Marshall's all, none of your damn business! Sydney has to kiss me! Sydney has to kiss me!
Back with Jack, he's getting ready to be strapped into the Blood-Draining Chair of Death when he notices some restraints on either side. He asks what they're for and the doc just says that some people go into convulsions when they get injected. Yeah. I totally thought he was going to kill Jack at this point. Or, you know, try to kill him. He straps him in and asks, once again, if Jack's thought about talking to Sydney. "I do keep too many secrets," says Jack. "When all this is behind me, that's gonna change. Sydney deserves more. She deserves to know that she's the most important thing in my life. She and Laura, of course." GONG! What was that, Jack? Did you say Laura? Would that be Laura, your ex-dead, now-alive-in-the-form-of-Lena-Olin, wife? Because, what? The doctor either doesn't know that there is no Laura anymore, or never knew in the first place, or he really is evil and he's drugging Jack, because he says NOTHING about this little slip and continues to get ready to inject the poor delusional creature with his "miracle" drug.