Episode Report Card Erin: A | 111 USERS: B- YOU GRADE IT Hell Hath No Fury
By Erin | Season 3 | Episode 7 | Aired on 2003.11.09
"There was a time you trusted me," says Sloane, looking out his own window. "That was before I knew who you were," says Syd. "It was before I knew who I was." "Oh no," says Sloane. "It was more recent than that. The day you were found in Hong Kong. The day of your 'resurrection,' as it were." Sloane pulls an envelope from his inner jacket pocket. "This letter arrived at my office." He hands it to Syd. She takes it. He goes on to say that his analyst confirmed what he, Sloane, recognized instantly and what he's sure Syd will verify on her own: the handwriting on the envelope is hers. Syd looks at the envelope in her hands. It's addressed to Sloane. She opens the envelope and finds a smaller envelope with "For Sydney" on the front. Inside the envelope is a key and a piece of paper with a code written on it.
"I've never seen that code before," says Sloane. "I didn't want to offer it to anyone else. Unfortunately, I couldn't decipher it myself. And since those items were once in your possession, I thought you might want them back." Syd just turns the key around in her fingers a bit and contemplates what this bizarro key/code scenario really means. Well, I'm thinking that it means Julia Thorne is trying to contact Syd from way back when Syd was brainwashed to be Julia, but maybe that's just me. And can we just give a hallelujah to an episode that pretty much requires me to transcribe dialogue? Because, and I think you'll back me up on this, up until this episode, there are very few transcribed scenes in the recaps. The dialogue just didn't lend itself to transcription. This episode, however, is a very different story. As we're about to learn…
Oops Center. Jack's looking through a file folder at some random desk. Vaughn storms past him and snaps, "Let's talk." "Of course," says Jack, acting cheerily oblivious. Heh. Heh heh heh. If there's a man on this planet less oblivious than Jack Bristow, I'd really appreciate him making an appearance at my apartment in the near future. No, Sam, you don't count. You're not oblivious to anything, including my scary granny panties that I wear, on occasion, when I'm feeling less than sexy. You found those damn things while rooting through my lingerie drawer, didn't you? Of course, you were looking for my garter belts and bustiers, which you found, but you also found the granny pants, didn't you? Yes, Sammy. You get the award. You're The Least Oblivious Man On The Planet. Happy now? Good. Go get me more champagne, then. I've got a recap to finish here.