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
Back with Marshall and Vaughn, Marshall's close to getting the codes. Unfortunately, just when he thinks he's nabbed them, he realizes that the file with the access codes has been deleted. And that's not all. All records pertaining to Camp Williams have been removed too. Just then, the door opens. It's Killjoy. She wants to talk to her hubby. Marshall wisely leaves. Killjoy whimpers that Vaughn was right about Lindsey and that he's a bad bad BAD man. "I know you're working on something," she says. "I want to help." Vaughn just looks at his wife with an expression of, "Finally! Now THIS is the girl that I married! Way to go, honey!" Yeah. I might have to stop calling her Killjoy now. Shut up. I gave her the name and I can take it away.
Camp Wannahockaloogie. Some barred doors open up, and a couple of grim-looking soldiers start walking down a hall. They make their way to Pruitt's cell and unlock it, ordering him to his feet. Syd's all, hey, wait! Whassup? The soldiers ignore her and start beating the shit out of Pruitt for no damn reason. Hi. Red flag, anyone? Unless he peed in their cornflakes, this abuse is totally unnecessary and therefore should have told Syd, FAKE! FAKING! FAKE FAKE FAKE! But she's the Worst Spy Ever, so she just shouts, "What're you doin' to him?" "That all depends on you," sneers Head, having just appeared outside her cell. See, anytime something bad happens, you can bet your sweet ass Head's right around the corner.
Syd's all, wait. Head's all, oops! Too late. No waiting! One of the soldiers stabs Pruitt in the leg. Syd's all, you killed Pruitt! You bastard! Head's all, hey, man, tell me what's in the code and we'll stop poking the fat guy. Syd's all, I WILL KILL YOU FOR THIS. Yeah, won't you have to get out of PRISON first, Syd? The soldier stabs Pruitt in the side. Syd's all, stop! STOP! I'll tell you what it says! She tells Head that the code is coordinates. Head wants to know to what. Syd doesn't know because she -- say it with me -- doesn't remember anything about those two years. Syd recites the coordinates, which are north 34 degrees, 09 minutes, 55.9 seconds and west 118 degrees, 17 minutes, 15.3 seconds. Yeah. Means nothing to me. But it means something to Head, because he writes them down and tells the soldiers to get a team prepped.
One of the soldiers walks off, and Head looks down at Pruitt. "Well done," he snarks. Pruitt easily gets to his feet. "Oh my god," says Syd. He walks over to her and informs Syd that he's not who she thought he was, and that her personality profile revealed that empathetic suffering is harder for her to endure than physical torture. "So…thanks for caring," he says. He walks off. "There's just one more procedure left, Agent Bristow," says Head. "We'll have the neurostimulation prepped in about an hour. And we'll finally know what happened to you in the last two years." Or, you know, not until next week. Whatever comes first.