Episode Report Card Erin: C | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT The Bitch Is Back
By Erin | Season 3 | Episode 6 | Aired on 11.01.2003
After some relatively fruitless and boring commercials, we're back with Killjoy and her gigabyte boyfriend. He's pared down the recordings to the likeliest of suspects, and plays back something that sounds like a woman with her voice electronically altered. Killjoy wants to know if Gigaboy can filter out the altering and get to the real voice. Gigaboy can't do that, but he did manage to trace the original call itself through Russian phone records. The call was made from an office in London. "24 Trenton Place," says Gigaboy in an exaggerated British accent that, even though it sucks, is STILL better than Killjoy's.
London. Where I'll be traveling to at the end of March, thanks to British Airways and a damn fine internet ticket deal. I'm seriously hoping that Killjoy and her hideous accent won't be there when I am. She's there right now, however, dressed all in super-spy black, complete with knee-high boots. Yeah, because now all of a sudden she's field rated and allowed to head to London on a regular basis for spy missions AND sport some of Sydney's wardrobe. Right. Because THAT'S gonna happen. God. GOD. Killjoy finds the office where the calls to LazaraMacAllen originated. She calls Head and informs him that the office is empty, but it was rented out by one Julia Thorne. Okay, I know Syd's the Worst Spy Ever, but if she leased the Let's Do Evil office under her actual goddamn Lost Years code name, then that means that even in the fucking Lost Years she was the Worst Spy Ever.
Prague. Sloane's heading toward his meeting with Heathcliff Sark and Francinator as Syd listens in. He tells her he feels like a field agent again. Syd's all, yeah, whatever -- you got the targets in sight? He's all, honey, I never told you about my time in the agency, did I? I used to be very patriotic once. "No one's asking," snaps Syd, trying to put an end to this ridiculous conversation. Sloane announces that he's found Jean-Jacques Sark and Francinator, and he walks up and greets them. Prince Rogers Nelson Sark, of course, looks hotter than ever, and Francinator's doing a damn fine job of making us forget all about her intensely stupid way of smoking a cigarette and her absolutely atrocious leopard fur coat.
Sloane's all, hey there, Francinator! You're lookin' good! Francinator's all, yeah? I look like someone else, old man. When you ordered me to undergo gene therapy, you told me I could go back to the way I was. Syd, by the way, looks totally surprised at this revelation. Sloane's all, sorry, baby. Blame it on Syd. She destroyed the equipment. Okay, enough with the small talk. Basically? Sloane goes through his mission successfully, finding out that Siegfried Sark and Francinator are going to Bulgaria, and that the device is in a vault in Sofia. Sloane agrees to get them there by morning.