Episode Report Card Erin: A+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Sloane's Dead! Long Live Sloane!
By Erin | Season 3 | Episode 19 | Aired on 04.17.2004
Somewhere in Little Tokyo. Syd and Vaughn are in a van just outside the entrance to Radon's club. Vaughn tells Syd that the west stairwell is her best bet for entrance to the sublevels. Syd asks if there are any countermeasures, but as far as they can tell, it's only guards. Well, only guards with guns. But that's not important right now. They're sort of working on the fly in this particular op. Syd, by the way, is wearing a black wig with really short bangs. Normally, Jennifer Garner could look good in a Phyllis Diller special, but this time? Not so much. The bangs are…wrong. Just wrong. Vaughn thinks so too, but he's too polite to say so. Instead, he just wants to talk about what happened in Richmond. What, you mean the wife-sex? Yeah. Syd doesn't want to talk about that, dude. She's all, you were just doing your job, man. I understand. "And she is your wife," Syd manages to say without barfing. Vaughn just kind of nods his head in resigned agreement. "Not for long," he says, making countless fans across the country simultaneously shriek, "WOOOOO!"
Back at Oops Center, Jack's sitting at his desk flipping through his Trust intel when Dix walks up and introduces Marlon Bell, the guy who runs legal policy at Justice. In other words, the guy Jack said he'd talk to. They shake hands. Marlon blathers something about how glad he is that they caught Sloane because it was his signature on the pardon agreement and, you know, it's so embarrassing when you pardon someone who really deserves to die. Yeah. That sucks. Marlon goes on to say that he was really looking forward to seeing the son-of-a-bitch die. Jack, for some reason, doesn't speak up about The Trust, and just looks after Marlon with a grimace on his face. Then he picks up his Trust folder and drops it into a drawer, slamming it shut. Oh, that can't be good.
Uncle Arvin's Cage Of Caginess. The doors slam open and Jack enters, bearing a bottle of wine and two glasses. "You're not gonna help me," says Sloane. Jack just responds by pouring a glass of wine and saying, "In April '75 in Saigon, you toasted Sydney's birth with a bottle of Chambertin Clos de Bez. Your favorite. Now that I know you have a daughter, I thought I should return the honor, especially considering they share the same mother." Oh, man, he's good. "Irina betrayed both of us, Jack," says Sloane. Wonder what he means by that? He goes on to say that Irina sought Sloane out for information, the same way she did Jack. Jack takes a seat. "She was my wife," he grits. "She was a KGB spy," says Sloane, walking over to Jack, "who cared nothing about you or me." He takes a seat. "I've always thought that you understood your relationship with Irina was nothing more than that. But now that your schoolboy crush on the woman who destroyed your life is preventing you from saving mine, I will have to revise that assessment." God-DAMN that's a good line.