Episode Report Card Erin: B+ | 114 USERS: B- YOU GRADE IT Papa, Can You Hear Me?
By Erin | Season 3 | Episode 8 | Aired on 2003.11.23
Syd's slammed into a cell by the rather rude military dudes. Like, what, did she KILL someone? Oh. Wait. Um. Never mind. We leave Syd to contemplate what life will be like in a 4 x 6 room with no ocean view, and head on over to Oops Center, where Head is getting veddy comfortable in his role as Lead Mucky Muck; he's storming through the halls and spitting out orders as if he actually belongs there. Yeah. Go back through the recaps and do a search for "Kendall" if you want to know who actually belongs here.
Head enters the main powwow area and barks at Killjoy. He wants to know if Dix talked to the Director of Central Intelligence. Killjoy informs Head that he did. Then Head just runs through a litany of crap he wants Killjoy to do in order to keep tabs on this particular branch of the CIA. He wants complete access to all emails and correspondence coming into this office in the past two years. Killjoy says, with not a little annoyance, that she's on it. They bust into Dix's office, where Agent Sean and First Mate Forehead are hanging out, shooting the shit with their Cuddly Uncle Dix.
Head wastes no time in acting like a complete and total penishead, and snits something about the DCI telling Dix to hand over control of this Sydney task force to the NSC. He expects that Dix and his crew will cooperate fully. While he's saying all this, Killjoy's putting on a face that is a combination of Maria Bello and "I'm bitchy because I CAN be." Vaughn shoots her a look that says, "If you think I'm ever gonna forgive you for sending my platonic non-sexual ex-girlfriend up the river, then think again, Stool Pigeon." Killjoy just looks back at him as if to say, "Okay, whatever, I'm sorry. But don't my new collagen lips look STUNNING?"
"No, not exactly," says Dixon, referring not to Killjoy's pumped-up orifice but to Head's question about cooperation. "I explained to my superiors that the decision was mine to withhold information from the NSC regarding Sydney Bristow's involvement, and that the members of my staff in question were acting under direct orders from me." Hee. Way to go, Dixon. Head's all, oh, sure, whatevah! I'm in charge now, you loser! Dix just calmly tells him that his staff will remain and cooperate with any ongoing investigation. Head's all, not your staff anymore! Neener neener! Last one out's a rotten egg! Dix just says, with supreme dignity, "I wouldn't expect anything less from you, [Head]." Heh. Head's all, yeah, so, like, one o' my boyz will escort you out, okay? And, like, hand over all yer credentials and -- Dix just walks over and hands him a little manila envelope containing all his credentials, thereby taking the wind completely out of Head's sails. He's like, yeah, like, gimme your credentials! Like that! Ha! Mine! They're mine now! He really is Daffy Duck, you know. "Dethhhhpicable!"