Episode Report Card Erin: B- | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Truly, Madly, Deeply
By Erin | Season 2 | Episode 18 | Aired on 03.15.2003
I have no idea why Syd's sporting checkered low-rise pants, a suede duster coat, and a teensy tank top, instead of, say, a flak suit and several pounds of bulletproof paraphernalia, but she looks fantastic as she speeds down the stairs to her boyfriend. She rips open Vaughn's jacket and, sure enough, the bulletproof vest saved him. See, Sark, you shoulda gone for the head; ain't no invisible bulletproof headgear been invented as far as I know.
There's a nice moment here as Syd totally ignores her job, which is, you know, TO CATCH SARK, and spends several seconds enjoying the relief that her new boyfriend is alive and well and unharmed. She gently kisses him, asks him if he's okay, and then FINALLY runs after Sark with Vaughn in tow. As they race down a hallway, Irina appears at the other end and shouts, "Sydney!" Syd and Vaughn stop and turn, looks of surprise upon their faces. Irina runs, and Syd and Vaughn chase her out of the building as the detonator counts down. It hits "one" and the building blows to bits as the lovers take cover.
Tuscany. Auntie Em's in the kitchen chopping peppers. Watch out you don't cut off a finger, there, Em! Oh. Wait. You already did that. My bad. Arvy enters and is all, what's for dinner, woman! Instead of stabbing him in the neck with her butcher knife and stuffing his mouth with red and green peppers, Em just informs him that they're having bread soup or something, and he goes off to get the wine. His cell phone rings, and Em picks it up. It's Irina, and she just goes, "Yeah, hi there. Can I speak to your husband, please? You, of course, are of no interest to me."
Arvy enters just then, sees his wife handling his phone, drops the bottle of wine, smacks the phone out of Em's hand, and goes, "You nosy BITCH! That's MY phone! Who said you could answer my phone? Huh? Now, go make me a turkey potpie! Or bread soup! Or WHATEVER!" Or he just enters and Auntie Em tells him that the call's for him (Duh! It's his fucking phone!) and that it's a woman. Sloane doesn't even address the "woman" part and just takes the phone from his wife.
Irina tells him that she recovered the file and that she was tracked. Em just kind of silently looks peeved as she grates some Parmesano-Reggiano. Irina suggests that Sloane's cover has probably been blown as well, and that he and Em should get the hell outta there and meet her at the airfield. Sloane agrees, and they ring off. "We have to leave," he says bluntly. Auntie Em's all, the what? The hell? Arvy's all, yeah, it's just a precaution, but we gotta make tracks. Let's move it! Em's all, what in the HELL is going on? Arvy's all, I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you, and you're going to die at the end of this episode anyway, so could you stop whinnying and bleating and just get a fucking MOVE on here?