Episode Report Card Erin: B | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Papa, Can You Hear Me?
By Erin | Season 3 | Episode 8 | Aired on 11.22.2003
So, no morphine for Uncle Arvin. Vaughn pockets the ampoule for later use, you know, just in case he runs into Courtney Love at The Viper Room or something. Vaughn and Jack strap Sloane down to the table to prevent him from thrashing. "Give him your belt to bite down on!" Jack orders. "Oh, I don't need a belt!" gasps Sloane. "Well, we don't care what you need or don't need," says Spy Daddy. "If Vaughn takes off his belt, his pants might fall down and that's more important than your needs at the moment." Vaughn shoves his belt into Sloane's mouth, and Sloane clamps down. Vaughn grabs a light and shines it down onto Sloane as Jack starts to extract the bullet. Sloane screams and chews on the belt. Vaughn just watches, hoping that nothing like this happens at his and Syd's wedding because that would really ruin the moment. Sloane passes out and Jack removes the bullet, dropping it into a tray. Ew.
Spy Barbie's Prison Penthouse. Syd's taking a well-deserved nap. Pruitt greets her and tells her to think about the ocean, because that's what he does when he doesn't feel good. Pruitt goes on to talk about his son and how he doesn't remember how old he is and it's a very effective performance, but that's really just what it is: a performance. The man's evil, dudes. Syd falls for it, though, and starts crying, feeling pure empathy with him. She asks his son's name and Pruitt tells her it's Benjamin. Then he holds up a picture of him, and it's actually a picture of Jonathan Lipnicki and Syd goes, hey, wait! That's -- you're not a nice guy! You're an evil guy! And that kid's REALLY ANNOYING. Or she just sits there and cries.
Jack's Impromptu Operating Theater of Male Bonding. Sloane's still out cold. Jack's performing some very nice suture work as Vaughn asks if Sloane's going to be all right. "He'll recover," gruffs Jack. He has his shirtsleeves rolled up and he's wearing a nice pair of bifocals, which only add to his attractiveness. Of course, I think Victor Garber could wear a pair swim goggles and unitard and he'd still be attractive. "I didn't know you wore glasses," says Vaughn. "Only during surgery," says Jack with a wry smile. Hee. Vaughn smiles a bit in response, then tells Jack he's going to go download the blueprints.
"But we're still going to need security codes to get into Camp Williams," he says. Jack suggests trying Marshall. Vaughn's all, isn't that going to be a bit tricky? I mean, what with all the NSC agents crawling around? "Yes," says Jack, giving Vaughn a look over his glasses. "If only Marshall had a well-trained CIA operative to assist him." Hee. "You're starting to like me again," says Vaughn with a quirk of a smile. Hee hee. Vaughn gets up to leave and Jack says, "Vaughn, with or without those codes, we'll be infiltrating Camp Williams in five hours." Vaughn just looks at him, resigned to this plan of action.