Episode Report Card Erin: B+ | 114 USERS: B- YOU GRADE IT Papa, Can You Hear Me?
By Erin | Season 3 | Episode 8 | Aired on 2003.11.23
Basically, all you need to take away from this scene is: A) Victor Garber and Richard Roundtree are totally cool, B) Michael Vartan is even attractive when he's just sitting there listening, and C) the op's going to be tough, they can't use lethal force, there'll have to be at least another five freelancers involved, and it's going to cost Jack a small fortune. Jack tosses an address down on the table and tells Shaft to meet him at that address in two hours. Then he checkmates him. As Jack and Vaughn walk away, Vaughn observes that they just agreed to pay Shaft two million dollars. Jack stoically responds, "Three." This indicates that Shaft gets a mil above and beyond the ops, probably for putting the team together and getting the stuff. Or something. Who knows? Michael Vartan's pretty.
Spy Daddy's Super-Secret Storage Warehouse of Weaponry. A storage door slides up, and Jack and Vaughn enter a room that is just chock full of various weapons and sundry hunting supplies. AK-47s, handguns, what looks like missiles -- um, does the Self Storage over on I-95 allow shit like this to be stored at their facility? Like, what, has Jack been, um, collecting this stuff all these years just in case? In case of what, global thermonuclear war? Good god. Vaughn's all, what in the HELL is this? Jack's all, oh, just a little hobby of mine. Jack then opens up a safe door, revealing approximately three hundred stacks of cash wrapped neatly in plastic. What, does he collect MONEY too? Syd's the luckiest girl in the world. If my ass got captured by the NSC, my dad would probably just chuck some cookbooks at them and order them to clean the grill. All my father ever collected were cookbooks and Calphalon cookware and that shit is sitting in my cabinets right now, just DREAMING of the day it can burn my rice.
"The fact that you're even letting me see this place," says Vaughn, loading a black bag with money, "means it's not your only one, is it?" "You're smarter than you look," quips Jack. The corner of Vaughn's mouth quirks up. Hee hee. Father-in-law and son-in-law banter. How we've dreamed of this day. Back at Camp Give Up The Code Or Have Your Brain Removed With A Spoon, Killjoy's trying to draft a letter to someone that starts, "I, Lauren Reed." Either she's going to give up the goods on Head, or she's going to resign. I wish she'd resign and move to Borneo, but that's probably not going to happen.