Episode Report Card Erin: C- | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT "André"? Seriously? That's the best you could do?
By Erin | Season 5 | Episode 1 | Aired on 09.28.2005
Jack enters the room and hilariously says, "Hi." Like, the word itself isn't funny, but his delivery totally is. He informs them of Gordo's status as a ghost and that he was well-placed and well-connected. Syd asks what they're gonna do. They're gonna pretend Vaughn dies and send him into one of Jack's Bunkers of Deep Thought and keep him safe until this shit is over, that's what. Over at the Apple Store, Marshall and Weiss are working on some scheme and Marshall says he just broke about thirty international laws. Weiss assures him that even if he gets caught, he'll be going to Camp Cupcake, not Fox River Penitentiary. They walk over to Dix as Dix tells Jack over speakerphone that his Italian contact secured passports for them and they'll coordinate transport as soon as Vaughn is stable.
Dix asks what the outlook is for Vaughn, and Jack says they'll know more in the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours. Weiss tells Jack that he has the blueprints of the Cape Town villa in front of him and it should be no problem getting in, but they'll need two teams. I have no idea what's going on. Marshall's checked the Pentagon archives for Prophet Five but hasn't found anything. Jack says to keep looking and to go back at least ten years. He turns and looks at Sydney, tending to Vaughn in the room across the hall.
"I've always liked Owen," says Sydney. Me too, Sydney. In fact, I like him so much, I'll see anything he's in. Even shit like Starsky and Hutch. For so strong is my love for the Owen. Oh, wait. You're talking about the Spy Baby? "Owen"? There's only one person "Owen" works for, Syd, and that's the tall blond drink of water down Texas way. On everyone else, it sounds like something you cough up in the back of your throat. Vaughn agrees with me. He thinks it sounds like something you name a gerbil. Hee. Syd suggests "Clementine," because she's obviously high. I mean, what? "Clementine"? What about "NADIA"? You know, your dear departed comatose sister? Or, perhaps, the name of Michael's father? I mean, his real name? Syd suggests "Isabelle" and Vaughn smiles. "Isabelle Vaughn," he rasps. "Isabelle Bristow Vaughn." Well, technically, it'd be Isabelle Bristow Vaughn Michaux, I think. But go on.
Syd starts to cry, holding his hand as he tires. She tells him to close his eyes and she'll be right there. "Syd," he says, "I love you." "I love you too," she says, kissing him on the lips and then on the forehead. She goes to the window. And Vaughn crashes. As Jack watches outside, the doctors go to work on Vaughn and rush Syd out of the room and all I can say is that if this is a fake death, it's a damn good one. The doctors work on Vaughn as Sydney watches and we slam to black.