Episode Report Card Erin: A | 111 USERS: B- YOU GRADE IT Hell Hath No Fury
By Erin | Season 3 | Episode 7 | Aired on 2003.11.09
So, Vaughn walks off with Spy Daddy following. The look on Vaughn's face is priceless, by the way; it's angry and vindictive and still extremely handsome. The look on Jack's face is calm, unconcerned, and not even remotely annoyed. Heh. This is gonna be good. Vaughn brings Jack into The Conference Room of Endless Expositions (I think) and says, "You killed [Chavez y Chavez], you son of a bitch!" Jack's all, you just returned from a very traumatic experience, Mr. Vaughn. You're highly emotional. So it's totally understandable that you might leap to that baseless accusation. Oh, and I think you're a dink for not searching for my daughter for the two years she was gone. Vaughn's all, yeah, I tend to get highly emotional when there's a GUN PRESSED TO MY WIFE'S TEMPLE. And I didn't search for Syd because she was DEAD, okay? Dead! You know, as in NOT BREATHING AND ASHES FLUNG OUT TO SEA? "Ours is a risky business," says Jack, moving toward the door. "Armed rebels take us hostage then let us go out of the kindness of their hearts?" says Vaughn, following Jack. "You didn't think I'd see through that?" Jack's all, yeah, well, I guess you both were graced by a stroke of luck, okay? Be thankful I didn't have both your asses iced down there in Mexico. Because, really, it's not like I'm not CAPABLE of shit like that, you know. Vaughn's supremely pissed off at this point and challenges Jack that Chavez, a man on the brink of bartering for his freedom, would have no reason to hang himself. Jack's all, hey, Chavez probably knew his days were numbered. "What part of this doesn't have a rational explanation?" Vaughn grabs the lapels of Jack's jacket and throws him up against the conference room doors. Oh. Not smart, dude. Not smart at all. "You EVER put my wife's life in danger again, I will KILL YOU!" Jack just glowers at him. "Then, perhaps," he spits out, "you finally understand the moral compromises you'll make when someone YOU love is in danger." Jack tosses Vaughn off him like the wet rag that he is and leaves the conference room. Vaughn looks after him as if his eyes are sub-machine guns and Jack's ass has a bright red bull's-eye painted on it.
Commercials. By the way, what is sexy? Because, according to Victoria's Secret, sexy is prepubescent models in really lacy underwear stalking down runways and showing people their asses. I'm not sure, but the last time I checked, "sexy" didn't involve starving yourself or getting boob jobs. But maybe that's just me. Also? If these ads are geared toward women, Victoria's Secret should really rethink their marketing strategy. I wear lingerie. What? I do! You know, when the occasion calls for it. But I certainly don't wear it down in a boiler room wherein big gusts of air push my hair around and make me, in general, look like a girl in distress, just waiting for her big man to help her escape from the prison of hot models in lingerie just like mine! I hate marketing. Which is saying a lot, since it's how I make my living.