Episode Report Card Erin: B- | 116 USERS: B- YOU GRADE IT Thank you for flying Exposition Airlines
By Erin | Season 3 | Episode 11 | Aired on 2004.01.11
Syd totally ignores him, something catching her eye on the other side of the center. It's the BBs, and they're heading, en masse, to lands unknown. Syd intercepts them and asks the head BB whassup. He's all, we're taking the flesh, or hadn't you noticed? Syd's all, yeah, I picked up on that. But what I want to know is, WHERE are you taking it. Head BB's all, well, that's for me to know and you to find out. We're from the Department of Special Research, baby, and we don't spill our guts to just anyone. Unless, of course, you have a bottle of Southern Comfort hidden somewhere on your person, in which case, a few slugs of that and we'll sing like shadowy governmental canaries, sister.
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."