Episode Report Card Erin: D+ | 1 USERS: B- YOU GRADE IT Whirligig of Death and Destruction
By Erin | Season 4 | Episode 11 | Aired on 03.15.2005
Elsewhere at the Apple Store, Vaughn and his platonic love interest Weiss are having a heart-to-heart about Vaughn's own spy daddy. Weiss thinks Vaughn should take his findings of last week to the team. Vaughn thinks this whole thing is crazy. Weiss thinks the Sox winning the series is crazy. So does Sars. "What if my father's still alive?" wonders Vaughn. "What if it's his way to contact me?" Weiss finally realizes that Vaughn has a point, but then he wonders aloud, why now? Why make Vaughn and his mom believe that Daddy Vaughn has been dead for twenty-five years and suddenly bring up the point that he might be alive? That's what Vaughn wants to find out. He starts to go, and Weiss stops him, handing him a slip of paper with the name "Frank Murdoch" written on it, along with an address. Vaughn's all, who's this? Weiss is all, that code name you asked me to check out in the journal. Dude's ex-Special Forces and has changed his name several times. Finally settled on "Frank Murdoch" and currently runs a furniture repair shop outside of San Diego. "You didn't tell anyone else about this, did you?" asks Vaughn. "Dude," responds Weiss. Heh. "Nadia?" asks Vaughn. "Hey!" says Weiss with the expression of a kicked dog. Hee. He lurves Vaughn the mostest. Vaughn thanks him and walks off.
Jack's Office of Perennial Pursing. Jack's at his desk, using his non-Apple iBook to search for pictures of Clive Owen naked. Or maybe that's just me. Sloane enters, plops down in the seat opposite Jack, and says, "The Angolan chancery in D.C.? Hmmm." Hee! He makes this hilarious frog face when he says it too. "Don't you think that's a bit thin, Jack?" HEE. I love them. LOVE. Jack is all, dude? You shoulda brought this to me first. I hate that Sasha guy. You know that. Oh, and I think I'll take a sip of coffee here. Jack rarely drinks anything on camera, so you have to wonder if that's significant. Or if maybe that's a TWoP mug in his hand or something and the logo's just turned away. Sloane says that as far as anyone else is concerned, the Sasha mission's only goal is to tag the guy's location. Jack is all, dude, the CIA wants that guy dead. Sloane's all, yeah, I know, and you're taking this shit too personally, so I thought it best to send Dixon in. Jack is all, yeah? Well, good luck to Dixon trying to cut Sasha's throat from eighteen miles away, huh? How 'bout I go in there and get right up next to the bitch? "I'll be able to get close to Korjev," says Jack. "Oh, I'm aware of that," snits Sloane with this hilarious head jerk to the right that is just one snap away from being two snaps and a circle. "And, frankly, that concerns me." "I'll be fine," says Jack. "Korjev should have been eliminated years ago, when I had the chance." Uh oh. Just who the hell is this Korjev dude anyway? In case you're wondering, we never really find out.
Madagascar. We're at a random hut somewhere. A truly creepy dude stands behind the bar as Jack enters wearing something other than his trademark dark suit. Creepy Dude is all, hey! Whassup! You look great! Do you happen to have any snuff films involving goats and dominatrices? Jack is all, funny you should ask! I do happen to have a little something here in my bag. No goats, sadly, but I do have a llama and two guys dressed up as satyrs. Will that do? Creepy Dude is all, BRING IT. Jack pulls out his mini-media player and shares a scene from Silence of the Sexy Llamas with his old skeevy pal. I wish I could describe the sounds that are emitting from the player, but even the closed captioning is like, "Dude. I'm not touching that shit with a ten-foot pole covered in antibiotic ointment, yo." All I can make out is a woman screaming, what sounds like a donkey or, yes, a llama, possibly a baby crying, perhaps a…buzz saw? Whatever it is, whatever is supposedly going on in the movie, we're supposed to assume it's sick and wrong and not of the Lord.