Episode Report Card Erin: C+ | 1 USERS: C YOU GRADE IT Thank you for flying Exposition Airlines
By Erin | Season 3 | Episode 11 | Aired on 01.10.2004
After the head BB blows her off, Syd does what any highly respected CIA agent would do: she runs to her daddy. She's pissed that every time they get even remotely close to learning about her Lost Years, they somehow wind up even further away from the truth. Syd spits and spews about how Lazarey led her to the cube and before it was handed off to the BBs, she would have appreciated it if Marshall could have at least finished his report on it. Jack shuts her up by saying that they've already pretty much broken every damn law in the books in order to uncover the Lost Years, and he's confident that, moving forward, they'll go ahead and break any laws that remain. Hell, they'll even invent a few and break THOSE for good measure! But for now, sadly, there's really nothing they can do. Syd wants to bring Dixon into the loop. Well, okay, Syd, but I really don't see how that's going to help anything. He doesn't even like you anymore. Jack just tells her that the order to remove the box came from Langley. Syd frets that there has to be something they can do. Jack says that they can start by reevaluating every last piece of information they've collected so far, starting from the beginning. Oh, okay, Jack. Nothing like pushing paper around when there's a living piece of Rambaldi flesh on the loose. Way to be proactive. I'm sure that if Syd's head were on fire, Jack would just look at her calmly and say, "Yes, I know your head's on fire. What we need to do is go back and look at the origin of fire itself. Determine its creation and uses. Then we'll be on the track to finding a solution. Here. Have a Slushee."
Cut to later that night at Syd's most awesome house. Have I mentioned yet how much I love her new most awesome house? I love it. I love it. I love it. It's all wood and West Elm and soft glowing lights and supposedly in Manhattan Beach, which is just, sigh. Right. So, anyway, Syd's following Spy Daddy's instructions and she's got acres of paper spread out on her bed. She's poring over everything with an intense look of concentration on her face. Then she hears a noise outside. She grabs her gun and heads out to investigate. We see a shadow pass behind her. She goes back inside, and gets shot in the back with a tranq dart. Ouch.
We're then treated to a shot of a plane taking off in a sunset, although I thought it was already night, but, you know, it's been so long since I've watched a new episode of this show, I've probably just forgotten to turn off my what-the-fuck-o-meter, because discrepancies like this used to just roll right over me like water off a duck's back. Excuse me while I just flick the switch on this little hummer. Ahhh. That's better.