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
Nogales, Mexico. Chavez y Chavez is running through one of the secondary sets from Traffic. Mexican cops are shooting at him. He gets cornered and gives himself up. He's carted away. Once in a jail cell, some (probably) crooked cop starts questioning him about his whereabouts over the past few months. You know, the whole epidemiology lab in Cannes, the disease control ministry in Spain, the genetic engineering facility in Cuba…Chavez y Chavez has been one busy boy. Crooked Cop is all, dude? Who should I turn you over to? Huh? Me? I could give a shit. You? You really should give a shit. France and Spain don't have the death penalty, baby. But Cuba? Or, should I say, "Coooba"? Sure as hell does. Crooked Cop wants to strike a bargain. He wants Chavez to provide him with some bigger fish to fry, like the people who commissioned him, for instance, and he, Crooked Cop, will try to get Chavez extradited to a country who won't fry his ass for breakfast. Chavez doesn't even pause. He gives up Syd's Julia Thorne identity faster than you can say, "Are we in Mexico AGAIN?"
Oops Center. Dix storms through and declares that they have non-cleared personnel en route, and that everything should be locked down so as not to reveal anything, you know, super-spy-secret. Down in the Oops Center parking garage, some SWAT-type guys pull Sloane out of a van. Oh, sure, his head's covered in a black bag and we can't see his face, but it's totally him. Back in Oops Center, everyone scrambles to make their stations secure. The SWAT dudes bring Sloane inside, and he walks slowly between them. By the way, if you didn't know it was Sloane before this moment, you certainly would now. I mean, he only comes up to the noses of these SWAT guys. Ron Rifkin's a great actor, but Scottie Pippin he ain't, all right?